Sometimes it 's hard to know who 's going end up being the victim…

The sun is just starting to set over the height of the tree in the neighborhood. I pull the mirror out of my handbag so I can apply a new coat of tantalizing red lipstick. Satisfied with the reflection, I stick the knife from my purse into my bra, toss the bag under the seat, and rise out into the school day parking lot. I parked around back so the car would n't be seeable from the road. I know the middle schooltime does n't preserve cameras in the fortune so it's a gross stead to go out the getaway car since the neighborhood is literally correctly behind the school property. I tape the key to the underside of the car under the driver's door, take a footprint back, and break my full body reflection in the tinted meth. My shoulder length blonde curls frame a pretty young face and innocent looking blue-blooded eyes, but what makes my operation so easy is my body. No guy worries about a 5'3 petite girl. That is if they ever get preceding looking at the 34 DD's, lowly waist, and the blotto bubble butt that made me so popular in schooltime. One matter I 've learned is if you can disorder a man's one head long enough the early will never see the threat coming. I adjust my black, red, and white plaid mini skirt and the White person thigh highschool so they r straight. Pulling the garter straps wet to keep everything secure, I check the reflexion one live on metre. Making the last adjustment of undoing another release on my white top and tucking the matching plaid tie between my booby, I start walking to the chess opening of evergreen acres looking for this evening's game.
On the street in the tint of the trees it seems closer to night than twilight, but the visibility is still decent so I keep my middle open. The street is deserted and my gamy hound echo down the independent road. I can see home sitting down for dinner in some sign of the zodiac, nipper watching telecasting in others. Suddenly I'm pulled out of my surveillance as I hear a shot hit the basis just a base from me and I nearly fall backwards from shock. I see the green smear on the pavement and reckon up towards the focussing from which it came. Three boys are sitting on the roof of one of the low house on the street. The one leaning up against the chimney with a wide smirk on his face is holding the key ball gun. It's painfully obvious he's the flirt of the group from the"just off"shot and the smirk. He's got an average build with a mop of curly, dirty blonde hairsbreadth, but the sharp chin and foresightful legs gives him away as about 18. Not really my eccentric, but I could see where he might be a bit of a player in his school. Ehh, he'd do but stuck up cat put up More of a battle and I don't really have time for that tonight. The boy next to him is harder to gauge. He has the build of a man ; with the encompassing shoulder joint and larger arm brawniness. His dark haircloth that just brushes the top of his eyebrow and the serious look marking his face makes him a drastic alternative to his chum. Even his clothes, dress knickers and a causa waistcoat over a partially ruined button down, reach him seem older than his tee shirt invest ally. The only thing that betrays his age is the pretty-boy young case. I'd guess he was about 16. The net boy fits about every bromide of nerd that's been created. He's skinny than most runway fashion model with chummy deoxyephedrine and a distinct nervous use of picking at his nails. As my eyes come to him he bows his head letting the messy brownness hair hide his case from me. Oh yeah this is going to be too hoot easy.
"Can I help you ?"I anticipate up to the son, painting my vox and face with just a tad of irritation.
The blond flirt's smirk grows as he replies,"We just don't like trespassers."
I laugh just a bit."You would n't dash an innocent, unarmed fair sex would you ?"I take a gradation closer to the yard so they can see my flirty mellifluous wry face and maybe catch a coup d'oeil of the revolting look in my eyes. From my new spatial relation, I think I catch the grave one scissure a sly smile but it's gone too fast for me to be sure.
The former son sit back and continue to let the blonde talk,"How do we love you're unarmed ?"
I try to make eye contact with the grind because I know he'd be the well-situated to keep in line, but he's still hiding his face so I find myself locking middle with the heart boy as I reply,"fountainhead you could always disport me."I smirk at the blow out of the water cough that escapes the blond,"Or since you're all the way up there I could just show you."With that, I check both directions to make sure the street is still deserted and I start to strip properly there.
As is predictable for teenage boys, even the nerd trouble to lift his head to watch intently as my fingers move gracefully down my shirt, undoing one button at a time. I can see their eyes lock chamber on my cleavage as my sheer egg white lace bra comes into view. Those familiar chills start running through my nervus ; there's something deliciously addicting to induce this variety of power over men. Never looking away from their lustful stares, I untuck my shirt, dropping it down my blazon to my cubitus to disclose everything ( except the knife in my bra ). I turn while lifting my wench to discover the matching thong, the garter straps, and of course my air ass. I'm met by a tableau of shocked faces as I complete the go. The nerd looks as if he might have a heart attack, the blond's tongue is practically hanging out, and even the serious one has lost his fire hook font to a falloff jaw and a slightly awful expression. Hmm maybe he's inexperienced person and unsuspecting enough to be an easy target too.
In their stunned secretiveness I start to redress as if nothing's out of the ordinary. While I'm still buttoning my shirt I say,"Now that we know I'm clean can you block shooting at me ?"I don't delay for a reply but continue,"I actually could use some service. My Quaker lives in this neighborhood but it's like a maze in here and she only gave me a street public figure. Do any of you know this place well enough to get me to capital of Illinois Rd. ?"
Surprisingly the swot actually tries to volunteer but the blond interrupts him. The controversy gets so entertain that I'm trying to hard not to laugh to see the serious one acclivity down. It was n't until he was coming across the grand telling me he knew this position like the dorsum of his hired man and that he'd call for me that I noticed him. As he gets closer, I get a dear look at him. I was definitely right on about the build and he's about 6'magniloquent. His hair swoops in the way the definitive 1950's pic virtuoso'did and his walking gives off an air of superpower and sophistication. If this was n't an operation this is the kind of guy I'd go rest home with, but it is so I 've got to play this just right. He might fight more than I had hoped to have to deal with tonight though.
The serious boy strolls up, flashing a gorgeous charming smile, and picks up my hand and kisses it."The name's sword. Jack Steel."
Bond ? He's quoting bail bond. I was wrong ; this kid is going be as loose as the rest.

*****

As we leave his rumble protagonist behind on the roof, we turn off the chief road going deeper into the neighborhood. I picked capital of Illinois Rd. because it's near the heart of the seat and I know it'll give it a opportunity to get really dark out. We are about one-half way there as the sun completely sets. I would normally wait longer but all his pleasant charming cackle and his stark avoidance of the subject of my street display has me on edge. I 've never had a guy see me practically naked and not take in passes. It's not normal and it has me concerned about how in control I am of the situation. Usually I would lead him somewhere more privy under the implication of sex and then make my move. Apparently with this one I'll just give birth to go for it and hope it works.
While I'm trying to figure out a way to get him closer to the woods, a car starts down the route and he pulls me out of the street. As he steps adjacent to me in the grass, I pull the knife out of my bra, shove him against the tree, and take the blade to his throat. For a moment I lose my concentration as the scent of his Koln overpowers my good sense but I'm determined not to mess this up. I 've gone too far. I bend my elbow joint over his shoulder blocking the blade from view. As I tighten the blade, I crush my consistence against his and stand on my tip toes to whisper in his ear."You good listen well boy if you want to live."I push the blade hard enough to just barely knick him to emphasize my distributor point,"Yeah I know, you should deliver taken me up on the frisking offer."I can feel him tense up up as my lips brush his earlobe."Obviously you live in this neighborhood which means your well off so you are going to shoot me back to your house and get me all the cash your parents have around. Don't try to play dumb either ; I know rich kids have no exit getting to their parents'money."Just to taunt him I drag my clapper down the hole behind his ear and as I pull away, I see the wrath boiling in his optic and a tremor flash through his body. For a bit I get lost in those raging dark optic and I can feel the wet starting to conglomerate between my branch but I have to focus. Breaking the eye contact, I see a dyad walking down the street just in time.
I quickly move the leaf blade around the back of his neck opening to the far English, using my other arm to block it from sentiment. To any snoopy heart, we simply seem to be a Brigham Young match in a loving bosom. Keeping the threat bring in, I lean in to kiss him gently to keep the early twain from getting suspicious. His lips are fond, soft, and actually obedient. He plays along well kissing me back, but after his minute of surprise he gives me one of my own. He wraps his coat of arms around my waist and back, pulling me tighter as he passionately kisses me. His pants are bulging against me and the warmth of his hands sear through my dress. I can taste his sweet breath and have to contend to preserve breathing normally as his tongue explores my mouth. His teeth pinch my tail lip between them. Slowly they rake over my lip, leaving behind an ache only matched by the one behind my soaked panties. I can feel myself getting lost so I break the kiss to see the couple is almost out of deal down the road. Could we have been kissing so long ? Damn it, this is not happening, I am in ascendence here. I have to reestablish my dominance.
Shoving the blade even tighter against his pharynx, I whisper,"Now Jack, you should get laid not to try anything pudden-head. I don't play kid's secret plan. I promise you that I will kill you. Your supporter don't know who I am and no one else even knows you're out with me. the pits in these woods, by the time they find your body I'll be on the other side of meat of the country. Do you sympathize me ?"I take the insensate hateful stare as a yes and continue to explain the architectural plan to him. His unfaltering dark glare won't closure sending chills through my physical structure, but I don't dare let him see it.

*****

We are walking back down the main street. Ironically, he lives in the third house inside the neighborhood and we are just backtracking. I have him walking with his arm around my shoulders so I can nuzzle close to his side and save the blade next to his kidney. His cologne keeps threatening my concentration, but I'm winning the battle. We end up walking past his friends on the ceiling again. The awe on their faces is difficult to decrypt. I can't recite if it was because he did n't hail back alone in general or because his arm was around me. They start to yell to knave, but I poke him with the tip of the steel and he waves them off. I kiss his buttock taunting him,"smartness boy,"I whisper. He won't even look at me in answer. labourer just keeps going, never missing a step in his anxious bee line for his house.
He takes me around his home to his back door mumbling something about his parents being upstairs. I don't really worry ; I just want the cash so I can hit the road and the adjacent town. He opens the back room access for me like a man but the loathing is dripping from his reflection. I catch myself thinking about him letting that aggression out on my body. Thinking about what this big, sinewy, big man could do to me. I practically feel his strong hands ravaging my form as he slams me against the wall, his lust and hatred overpowering any esteem for me as he rips my shirt off……Shit ! Get yourself together girl. He's just a mark, remember that.
I take a deep breath steadying myself and tread through the door. Immediately in nominal head of me is a stairway to the next story, which looks dark and silent, to my right is a lavatory, and the left wing a room which has the door closed. mariner steps in behind me shutting the door. In the minor entry way his size of it is even more prominent. He seems to be everywhere around me. I'm suddenly very grateful for the knife because in such a cramped space with nowhere to run, I would n't have a prayer in a fight with him.
His sexy, deep rustle fills the room,"They keep the Cash in a vault in the room to your left. The combination is 2-7-1-2."I turn to see that same captivating glower in his eye but I smirk as I run my manus down his face.
"Thanks love, it's been fun."I wink and blow him a osculation.
I turn to the door, the relief running through my body. This was so much light than it could 've been. The moment before I open the doorway, I stop because I hear a low chortle and labourer mumble something. It sounded like,"Oh cartel me, the fun is just beginning,"but why the pit would he say that ? I look back at him and he's standing the exact Sami way : one manus in his air pocket, the other stuck through his leather belt, leaning against the wall, those dark eyes never leaving me. What the fuck is it about this boy that's making me fall behind it like this ? I need to get this Johnny Cash and get out of here.
I turn the door handle, step in, and have got just enough meter to take in the bed, television, and amusing books. Right as I turn around with the knife to try to get out of this lying in wait, I catch a glimpse of that concupiscent look the minute his fist connects with my chin and I crumple to the storey seeing nothing but black.

*****

I start to wake up, shaking myself to consciousness. The bruise is already rising on my Kuki, I can palpate it. I try to open my center but the sudden light hurts to bad. God I'm so lightheaded. What is that haphazardness ? squat, is that me groaning ? I 've got to get up. Wait, why am I laying on the floor ? ... In the moment it hits me where I am, that same intoxicating scent filling my mind again and I'm acutely cognisant of his hands restraining my wrist over my head and of him pinning me by straddling my hip. I hear myself groaning again and I try to unfold my eyes, but the sudden feeling of the broad side of meat of a cold, sword blade pressed against my impudence has me freezing in place. I don't even breathe as he runs it down my face, over the tender contusion, against my tense neck, and finally plosive with the tip toying around the hollow at the base of my throat.
His recondite voice filling my mind as he leans in adjacent to my ear. The heat of his breathing place makes me quiver as I weakly try to free my hired hand from his grip,"seminal fluid on slut, I'm getting impatient and I want you awake for every second of this."His hot tongue licks the hollow behind my ear, exactly as mine had done to him. I turn my headway away quickly trying to escape but the effort is wasted. He does n't even try to pursue it. Instead his disgusting laugh fills the room as I start to finally get my eyes outdoors and adjusted. I see seafarer siting up on top of me. Those obscure lust filled heart bearing into mine as he pushes the leaf blade harder against my throat. A sly smirk is painted on his face and I hate him for it. The son of a cunt is enjoying this way too practically. I'm nobody's toy. I have to find a way out of here. I'm looking around the room for something, anything that could be helpful when he starts talking again.
"Funny, the big bad tease of a thief does n't like to be teased in return."That damn smirk on his handsome human face never wavers and his arrogance is driving me crazy.
I know I should n't but I can't help myself."Shut the piece of tail up kid,"I say as I spit at him.
His hand collision my face so fast I don't even see it coming. The sting burns deep into my cheek and he makes it unfit by roughly grabbing my fount, digging his fingers into it. The smirk is finally gone replaced by that familiar rage as he replies,"gripe you better learn your place."The vane is shoved so roughly against my throat it knicks me and I fight back the squeal. I won't give him that expiation. I try to absolve my hands but his grip tightens and he slams them against the wood flooring, sending hurting shooting through my arms as he continues,"You thought you could hold me ? A little slut like you ? You 've got to be kidding me. You're at my mercy now and you'd be impertinent to think everything through first because I promise you I have no more qualms about killing you than you do about me."He drops my head, letting it slam into the Mrs. Henry Wood floor. The impact has my lightheaded and featherbrained again.
Damn it this is gone too far. But I don't really see an escape so I might as well accept the arrest. Maybe I can seduce the cop."Alright Jack,"I mutter,"you 've had your fun. Just prognosticate your parents or the cops already, okay ?"
I don't know why but for some reason his laugh seemed darker this fourth dimension around, the humor in his eyes even more sinister than the rage. His pleasure in my statement confuses me until he finally stops laughing long enough to speak."Call my parents ? Oh, approve, sure."The smirk never leaves his face as he repeatedly yells for his parents to no response and then looks back to me."Oh mend, that's right, my parents are out of town. shucks. wellspring there are the constabulary, except you have that bruise on your face, those guiltless looking centre ; oh and yeah you're a hot little slut who'd just score the cops."He drops the tongue, replacing it with his mighty hand. Flexing it to play with the issue it has on my air duct, he continues,"I'm not stupe, bitch. I'm not letting you get away with this. You thought you could slip from me ? You thought you could use your body to play a trick on me ? Well I'm going to use your soundbox to steal from you. You need to memorize what happens to little fancy woman who think they are smarter than they really are."
His hand conclusion so tightly around my throat, my eyes role back in my head from the lack of air. I feel the gagging caught beneath his hand and I start to see topographic point as a tingling star spreads through my integral body. I'm on the threshold of passing out when at last he lets go. While I'm caught up and weak in my fit of coughing, I feel his bridge player on my wrists replaced with something smooth and tight. I know I should try to fight at this point, it's my best chance of escape but I'm just so gimp. I don't think I could act if I wanted to. I don't even posting my eyes are still closed till another slap connects to my face bringing me back to. The bruise insect bite even more from the refreshed vilification.
I wake to a new unruffled pop phone. I look down to see jackfruit's thirsty centre watching his oeuvre intently. He's taking my knife and popping the push off my shirt one at a time. Instinctively, I go to buck my hands down to stop him, but they barely move in my new constraint. Anxiously, I strain my neck to bet up and over, only to find my carpus are tied together and to the bottom of his bed post with his bang. Shocked, I look down and see his pants are undone and hanging opened, his raging hard peter straining against his underwear. Finally his little voice communication sinks in, filling me with dread. There is n't much I can do unarmed against a man this unassailable in ecumenical and definitely not in this berth, but I have to try.
I start bucking wildly, trying to get my peg in front of his torso to kick him. This is not happening ; I'm not getting raped by a stigma. I'm not getting raped by a kid. underworld no. I get one leg high enough to get it in front of his hip and I throw my hound in to him with all the force play I can summon. He falls forward yelling,"Fuck."He places all his weight on one hand which he puts on my trunk, holding my marrow still as he wrestles my branch under his second joint. His arrogant smirk comeback with his control condition, as he knocks the fuck out of me again. I know he can understand the panic and noesis in my centre and the shit is enjoying every second of it. What the hell happened to the hand kissing Bond fan teen ?
He goes back to his task, making fast oeuvre of my shirt clit. Ripping the shirt assailable, off my chest, and out of my doll, it's seeming his taunting self-control is starting to waver as his lust takes over. The blade's cold steel runs up over my tummy and down, back and forth as his other hired hand hug my breast. His warmly fingers play with the lacing along the line of the cup. I can't peel my regard from his nerve. Those dark lusty centre hungrily consuming my body, the moisture on his sass, and the raw finding in his formulation, it's all turning me on to a greater extent than I have ever been before. The sense of his hands on my pectus is overwhelming. No, no, no ! He's raping me, I will not enjoy this. I will not reach him that.
I start to worm my trunk trying to get out from under him but it's useless. diddley just watches me with that disgusting high-handedness, delighting in my discomfort. As he slides the knife under the middle of my bra and snub it so it falls away revealing my bare tits, he starts taunting me again,"Mmmmm these look marvellous, I'll give you that whore."The tongue circles the ring of color of my nipple, making my intimation ragged."You like it don't you slut ? You like me tieing you up and using you ?"His growl echoes off the walls as he slaps me again,"That's too bad. I'll just have to make it hurt more then, bitch."
He drags the knife quickly down my torso ; heavily enough to sting but not to cut me. I let out a screaming of pain and I see his erection twitch in his underclothes in response. diddly cuts away at my garter strap and my G-string, purposely scrapping me with the blade to make me scream. I try to struggle back the screams, but I can't. I'm losing another battle too ; my panties are soaked, and he does n't escape that fact."You dirty fucking slut. You want this. You're pussy is dripping for it. You want to be hurt and used."He shoves the all-inclusive side of the blade into my thigh, not hurting me but scaring another scream out of me."That's right working girl, shriek. No one can hear you but me, and I love hearing those screams."Jack leans down, running his tongue from between my breasts, up my neck opening, and into my back talk. As he shoves his tongue deep into my throat, I nearly choke. His aggression is overpowering me. In defense mechanism I bite his natural language, making him yip. Jack pulls back and lick me in the stomach, winding me.
He just smirks and spits the line at me, marring my face,"You don't get it, squawk, do you ? I like my toys feisty. I don't care what you do ; I'm going to use you however I want trough I'm done with you."His centre slowly rake over my dead body, taking in my boob, my stomach, and my bare pussy partially covered by my wench."And honestly slut, I'm getting impatient. You are n't learning your example very well, so I'm just going to cut to the Chase and take what I want. You wanted to steal from me bitch so I'm going to steal from you. I'm going engage your virginity."
I start laughing, only to be cut off by his traveling bag on my pharynx."What's so funny bitch ?"
I let my smile eat away at him, refusing to answer till he punches me in the gut again. Hoarsely, I reply,"You're too latterly for that bastard,"but my smirk fades with the start of his laugh.
"You pudding head slut. Did you really think I thought you were a virgin ? I'm going to take your virginity pet, just not the kind you're thinking."With that he slaps at my ass and it hits me. Anal ? No, no, no, this is not happening. Pulling desperately at my restraint, I start screaming for service, praying his neighbor can hear me.
Jack slowly strips his clothes off just smiling and watching me fight the chasteness, enjoying my screams. As much as I hate myself for it, I can't help but mark his body. His muscled arms and broad berm continue down into a firm, steady torso. As his pants fall I can clearly see the muscles of his calves and thigh. Though once his underwear comes off, his stopcock distracts from the remainder. It looks about 7 in and is the thick I 've seen. I don't think I could get my hired man completely around it. Finally to top it all off, it is curved to practically make one-half of a ‘ c ’. Without anything touching it, his pecker twitches and I finally get out my stare to see a satisfied face on his boldness. I go to speak, but like a ostentation he drops down between my wooden leg and shoves my ruined step-in down my pharynx. I try to ptyalize them out but they are too deep. I can taste my own moisture off the thong as they soak through in my mouth.
I feel him initiate to rub the head of his cock against my moist twat as he murmurs ;"Now I'm going to be nice and get a fiddling slick before I take that fine ass."Jack starts to barely labor and I can finger that hot bulbous capitulum moving through the wily juices at my opening.
Whimpering in a mixing of dread and desire, I close my eyes waiting anxiously but he grabs my typeface violently, demanding I look at him. As I open my middle and meet that burning gaze, he slams his entire turncock into me. I throw my head back trying to squall, but the panties get in the way. His Brobdingnagian, throbbing peter is tearing through me. The way he's pounding away at my tight pussy is overwhelming. His size of it is painful, almost bringing crying to my heart but the way he feels is mind blowing. My cunt is quivering, stretched tight over him. I'm pulled out of my blissful cognizance by his tooth digging into my neck and his hands pawing at every column inch of my consistence. I can feel his nails digging into my back and ass as I buck against him, finally giving in and meeting his jabbing. His growls and moans fill the room competing only with my muffled squeals and the strait of his formal slamming against me.
The sharp chills start running through my veins as his lips make it to my nipples. Never altering in his violent rhythm, Jack is successfully making me lightheaded. I can palpate my rake impulse as the pressure builds. All my pot are overloaded. The sound of his monolithic turncock abusing my cunt, the scent of sex mixed with his eau de cologne, the sight of his sexy body moving on top of my quivering class, and the icy ardor that burns in my heart wherever he touches me are all making my pulse Ezra Pound in my head. My mind is so clouded by the pleasure and annoyance that I don't even realize it's coming until I lose myself to it. I start screaming past the pantie as my punt ski tow off the ground and my implements of war jerk against the belt in the vicious throws of my orgasm. I can palpate my puss constricting so tightly it must injure him, but gob stays steady never slowing. He continues to tick at my supply ship pussy with his prick to the point I have crying in my centre, put the paroxysm won't stop. My hot cum is spilling out, running down my crotch into my ass go as I collapse to the flooring limp in the wake of my sexual climax. Finally he pulls out, still rock backbreaking and throbbing.
He stands but I'm lost in a Wave of joy on the storey. The shrewd kick to my guy brings me painfully back to reality. I look up right as he squats down beside me and snaffle me by the pharynx again. I struggle to centralize and sympathise his speech as I choke,"You're more of a slut than I realized. I just raped you and you came all over me like a fucking whore. I don't even know why I'm surprised."Laughing as he watches my case, squat runs his finger down the path of my juices to my asshole. I squirm, trying to move away, pleading through the gag, but I can tell he's lost in his luxuria as his cock vellication again. His fingertip plays around my bud. I know he's dragging this out to excruciate me and I don't want to give him the satisfaction. Lying as still as I can, I close my middle and try to pore on anything else but the apprehension is still building inside me. As soon as he tries to push his finger in I lose it. Screaming so loud the panty nearly come out, I buck throwing a knee towards his torso.
jack arrest my knee and shoves me back to the floor. I know the fear is plain on my face but I can't stoppage staring at those dark eyes, conflicted between rage and lust. I'm so mesmerized that at first I don't notice his feverish manus on my waist, but as quick as his smirk payoff, I find I'm suddenly face down on the Sir Henry Joseph Wood base. His solid second joint are stretched over my own and his large powerful hands are squeezing my cheeks. God no, no, no. This can't be happening. My ass nerve are being pulled apart savagely and I can finger his headspring pushing against my opening move. I hate myself for it but I start to cry.
Surprisingly the pressure eases as I feel him lay across my backbone, so his backtalk are next to my ear. I'm quivering from fear as his husky hot breather outpouring me,"You came slut, now it's my turn. But I 've got one lowest affair to do first."With that he reaches around and get out my pantie from my lip as he whispers,"I need to hear those agonized screams."
Suddenly he shoves his cock into my ass and the nuisance is earth shattering. My screams must be shaking his house. It feels like a ardor ripping through me as his massive cock plows into me. I know my body must be writhing from the pain but he never slows. sea dog is talking but I can't fix out the intelligence. I can't feel anything but the painful sensation and his throbbing cock owning me. His hands are digging into my waist jerking me back into his thrusts. I try to focalise on the belt cutting into my articulatio radiocarpea to disquiet me from the flaming.
Finally after what feels like forever, the pain in the ass starts to fade. His thrusts are still coming hard and fast, but I'm commencement to enjoy it more. The stiff cycle of his stone heavy cock slipping in and out of my tight ass is becoming addicting. I'm only brought out of my new pleasure as his groans fill the room. doodly-squat's tempo is picking up as his breathing grows shallower. Suddenly his bicep is wrapped around my pharynx crushing my trachea. His spokesperson filling my head as I start to see spots,"Oh god, your ass is so tight. I'll be honest with you whore ; this is all I 've been thinking about since I saw this perfect ass on the street. I spent the whole walk trying to figure out a way to get to make out you, date you, and have you. But thanks to you being a slutty worthless criminal, there was no need for me to wait."He punctuates his pointedness with one concluding deep driving force into my ass and his hot cum exploding in my canal just as I lose cognizance.

*****

A cold breeze washout over my bare skin as I come to. Due to the clear synodic month, I can see pretty well. I look down to get I'm lying in a mickle of sand, dressed in my break dress. Through the dark I can see the fencing and schooling. I look back to the big bucks of sand and realize it's a pitching mound ; I'm on the centre school baseball bailiwick. There's something wet tied around my thigh and after a few second my numb digit finally manage to untie it. Three hundred dollar mark in cash and a note falls away from my leg as I free the knot. I lift the saturated textile into the moonlight and see it's my ruined thong. After securing the money, I finally bother to attend at the note.
I figured it was a fair trade slut. One thief to another.
P.S. Since I let you keep your life as a souvenir, I kept your tongue as my own.
-J.S .