Sometimes it's punishing to make love who's going end up being the dupe …

The sun is just starting to set over the tops of the trees in the neighbourhood. I pull the mirror out of my pocketbook so I can employ a new coating of tantalizing red lipstick. Satisfied with the musing, I stick the knife from my bag into my bra, toss the bag under the nates, and wax out into the school parking lot. I parked around back so the car wouldn't be visible from the road. I know the in-between school doesn't keep television camera in the lots so it’s a stark place to forget the getaway car since the region is literally right wing behind the school day property. I tape the keys to the bottom of the car under the number one wood’s door, take a tone back, and check my broad physical structure reflection in the tint glass. My shoulder length blonde curls frame a pretty new face and innocent looking blue eyes, but what makes my mathematical operation so easy is my body. No guy worries about a 5’3 petite girl. That is if they ever get yesteryear looking at the 34 DD’s, small shank, and the stringent bubble butt that made me so pop in schooltime. One thing I've learned is if you can distract a man’s one head long enough the former will never see the menace coming. I adjust my black, red, and white plaid mini chick and the Andrew D. White thigh high gear so they r straight. Pulling the garter straps tighter to save everything secure, I check the thoughtfulness one last clip. Making the concluding adjustment of undoing another button on my white top and tucking the matching plaid tie between my dumbbell, I start walking to the opening of Evergreen land looking for tonight’s game.
On the street in the spectre of the trees it seems cheeseparing to Night than twilight, but the visibility is still decent so I keep my optic open. The street is deserted and my luxuriously heels echo down the main route. I can see sept sitting down for dinner in some planetary house, kids watching television in others. Suddenly I’m pulled out of my surveillance as I hear a injection hit the dry land just a understructure from me and I nearly fall backwards from stupor. I see the green smear on the pavement and look up towards the steering from which it came. Three boys are sitting on the roof of one of the pocket-sized domicile on the street. The one leaning up against the chimney with a wide smirk on his face is holding the pigment formal 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, pestiferous blonde hair, but the sharper chin and long ramification gives him away as about 18. Not really my type, but I could see where he might be a bit of a player in his shoal. Ehh, he’d do but mystify up guys put up more of a fight and I don’t really let time for that tonight. The boy side by side to him is laborious to gauge. He has the flesh of a man ; with the broad shoulder and large arm muscles. His dark hair that just brushes the top of his brow and the serious look marking his face makes him a drastic alternative to his brother. Even his wearing apparel, wearing apparel pants and a suit undershirt over a partially done for button down, hit him seem sure-enough than his tee shirt habilitate champion. The only thing that betrays his age is the pretty-boy youthful face. I’d guess he was about 16. The final boy fits about every cliche of wonk that’s been created. He’s penny-pinching than near runway poser with thick ice and a distinct nervous habit of picking at his nails. As my eyes come to him he bows his head word letting the mussy brown hair hide his face from me. Oh yeah this is going to be too damn easy.
“ Can I help you ? ” I call up to the boy, painting my vocalisation and typeface with just a tad of irritation.
The blond flirtation’s simper grows as he replies, “ We just don’t like trespassers. ”
I laugh just a bit. “ You wouldn't shoot an innocent, unarm woman would you ? ” I take a dance step closer to the railway yard so they can see my flirty fresh moue and maybe catch a glimpse of the wicked feel in my eye. From my new position, I think I catch the serious one tornado a sly smile but it’s gone too fast for me to be sure.
The other male child sit back and continue to let the blond talk of the town, “ How do we screw you’re unarmed ? ”
I try to create eye contact with the nerd because I know he’d be the promiscuous to pull wires, but he’s still hiding his boldness so I find myself locking eyes with the middle boy as I reply, “ Well you could always frisk me. ” I smirk at the shocked cough that escapes the blond, “ Or since you’re all the way up there I could just show up you. ” With that, I check both management to make sure the street is still deserted and I start to strip right there.
As is predictable for teenage boys, even the nerd bother to face-lift his head to take in intently as my finger's breadth move gracefully down my shirt, undoing one clitoris at a time. I can see their eyes curl on my cleavage as my sheer white lace bra comes into survey. Those familiar chills start running through my heart ; there’s something deliciously addicting to own this kind of ability over men. Never looking away from their lusty stares, I untuck my shirt, dropping it down my arms to my elbow joint to reveal everything ( except the knife in my bra ). I turn while lifting my bird to reveal the matching thong, the garter shoulder strap, and of grade my bare ass. I’m met by a tableau of traumatise faces as I complete the act. The nerd looks as if he might deliver a centre onrush, the blond’s tongue is practically hanging out, and even the serious one has lost his fire hook face to a quag jaw and a slightly awful expression. Hmm maybe he’s inexperienced person and unsuspecting enough to be an loose target too.
In their stunned secretiveness I start to redress as if cipher’s out of the ordinary. While I’m still buttoning my shirt I say, “ Now that we know I’m houseclean can you block off shooting at me ? ” I don’t wait for a answer but continue, “ I actually could use some help. My friend lives in this neighborhood but it’s like a maze in here and she only gave me a street name. Do any of you know this place well enough to get me to Springfield Rd. ? ”
Surprisingly the nerd actually tries to volunteer but the blonde interrupts him. The argument gets so toy with that I’m trying to hard not to laugh to see the serious one acclivity down. It wasn't until he was coming across the yard telling me he knew this space like the back of his hand and that he’d make me that I noticed him. As he gets closelipped, I get a better look at him. I was definitely rightfield about the build and he’s about 6’tall. His fuzz swoops in the way the classic 1950’s film stars’did and his walking gives off an air of power and sophistication. If this wasn't an operation this is the sort of guy I’d go home with, but it is so I've got to play this just right. He might fight more than I had hoped to ingest to deal with tonight though.
The severe boy strolls up, flashing a gorgeous charming smile, and picks up my hand and kisses it. “ The gens’s Steel. shit Steel. ”
Bond ? He’s quoting adhesiveness. I was wrong ; this kid is going be as well-situated as the rest.

*****

As we leave his murmur acquaintance behind on the roof, we turn off the briny road going deeper into the neighbourhood. I picked Springfield Rd. because it’s near the affection of the place and I know it’ll give it a chance to get really dark out. We are about one-half way there as the sun completely sets. I would normally waitress longer but all his pleasant charming cackle and his thoroughgoing avoidance of the subject of my street show has me on sharpness. I've never had a guy see me practically naked and not make passes. It’s not pattern and it has me concerned about how in ascendency I am of the site. Usually I would lead him somewhere more sequester under the import of sex and then build my movement. Apparently with this one I’ll just hold to go for it and desire it works.
While I’m trying to figure out a way to get him closer to the woods, a car starts down the road and he pulls me out of the street. As he steps succeeding to me in the supergrass, I pull the knife out of my bra, shove him against the tree, and keep back the blade to his throat. For a moment I lose my tightness as the scent of his cologne overpowers my senses but I’m determined not to mess up this up. I've gone too far. I bend my elbow over his shoulder blocking the brand from view. As I tighten the steel, I crush my body against his and stand on my tip toes to whisper in his ear. “ You better listen well boy if you want to live. ” I push the blade hard enough to just barely knick him to emphasize my stage, “ Yeah I know, you should give birth taken me up on the frisk offer. ” I can feel him strain up as my mouth sweep his earlobe. “ Obviously you live in this neighborhood which means your wellspring off so you are going to take me back to your firm and get me all the cash your parents have around. Don’t try to play dumb either ; I know racy kids have no issue getting to their parents’money. ” Just to taunt him I drag my tongue down the hole behind his ear and as I pull away, I see the anger boiling in his eyes and a tremor flash through his body. For a second I get lost in those raging dark oculus and I can feel the wet starting to foregather between my ramification but I have to focus. Breaking the eye contact, I see a couple walking down the street just in time.
I quickly move the vane around the back of his neck to the far side, using my other arm to choke up it from position. To any prying eyes, we simply appear to be a young dyad in a bang embrace. Keeping the threat authorize, I lean in to kiss him gently to keep the early couple from getting suspicious. His lips are tender, soft, and actually obedient. He plays along well kissing me back, but after his moment of surprise he gives me one of my own. He wraps his arms around my waist and back, pulling me tighter as he passionately kisses me. His pants are bulging against me and the warmheartedness of his hands sear through my clothes. I can smack his sweet breath and have to fight to continue breathing normally as his tongue explores my back talk. His tooth taking into custody my bottom lip between them. Slowly they rake over my lip, leaving behind an ache only matched by the one behind my cockeyed panties. I can experience myself getting lost so I break the osculation to see the duad is almost out of sight down the route. Could we have been kissing so long ? Damn it, this is not happening, I am in mastery here. I have to reestablish my authorisation.
Shoving the blade even tighter against his throat, I whisper, “ Now knave, you should know not to try anything dullard. I don’t act as kid’s games. I promise you that I will kill you. Your friends don’t know who I am and no one else even knows you’re out with me. Hell in these woods, by the time they find your body I’ll be on the early side of the country. Do you understand me ? ” I take the cold hateful stare as a yes and stay to explain the plan to him. His steadfast dark public eye won’t stop sending chill through my body, but I don’t dare let him see it.

*****

We are walking back down the primary street. Ironically, he lives in the third house inside the vicinity and we are just backtracking. I have him walking with his arm around my shoulder so I can cuddle close to his face and keep the vane next to his kidney. His eau de cologne sustenance threatening my denseness, but I’m winning the conflict. We end up walking past his Quaker on the roof again. The awe on their faces is unmanageable to decode. I can’t tell if it was because he didn't come back alone in superior general or because his arm was around me. They start to yell to diddly-squat, but I poke him with the tip of the blade and he waves them off. I kiss his impertinence taunting him, “ Smart boy, ” I whisper. He won’t even look at me in response. Jack just keeps going, never missing a step in his unquiet bee line for his firm.
He takes me around his theater to his back doorway mumbling something about his parents being up the stairs. I don’t really care ; I just want the cash so I can hit the road and the side by side township. He opens the spine door for me like a gentleman but the loathing is dripping from his reflexion. I catch myself thinking about him letting that aggression out on my body. Thinking about what this big, powerful, giving man could do to me. I practically finger his strong hands ravaging my soma as he slams me against the bulwark, his lust and hatred overpowering any compliments for me as he rips my shirt off … … Shit ! Get yourself together girlfriend. He’s just a soft touch, remember that.
I take a deep breath steadying myself and ill-use through the door. Immediately in front of me is a staircase to the adjacent floor, which looks nighttime and silent, to my right hand is a bathroom, and the left a elbow room which has the door closed. diddly stairs in behind me shutting the room access. In the minuscule entree way his size is even more prominent. He seems to be everywhere around me. I’m suddenly very thankful for the tongue because in such a cramped space with nowhere to run, I wouldn't have a petition in a engagement with him.
His sexy, late rustling fills the way, “ They keep the cash in a vault in the room to your leftfield. The combining is 2-7-1-2. ” I turn to see that Saame captivating glare in his eye but I smirk as I run my deal down his face.
“ Thanks sexual love, it’s been fun. ” I wink and blow him a buss.
I turn to the doorway, the relief running through my body. This was so much soft than it could've been. The minute before I open the doorway, I stop because I hear a low chuckle and manual laborer mutter something. It sounded like, “ Oh trust me, the fun is just beginning, ” but why the hell would he say that ? I look back at him and he’s standing the exact same way : one hand in his pocket, the other stuck through his leather bang, leaning against the wall, those benighted eyes never leaving me. What the fuck is it about this boy that’s making me lose it like this ? I need to get this cash and get out of here.
I turn the doorway handle, footmark in, and have just enough time to take in the bed, television, and amusing al-Qur'an. Right as I turn around with the knife to try to get out of this trap, I catch a glimpse of that lustful look the secondment his fist connects with my Chin and I crumple to the floor seeing nothing but black.

*****

I start to awake up, shaking myself to consciousness. The bruise is already rising on my mentum, I can sense it. I try to open my eyes but the sudden brightness hurts to bad. God I’m so dizzy. What is that noise ? Shit, is that me groaning ? I've got to get up. waiting, why am I laying on the floor ?... In the bit it hits me where I am, that Lapp intoxicating scent fill my mind again and I’m acutely aware of his hands restraining my wrist joint over my head and of him pinning me by straddling my rosehip. I hear myself groaning again and I try to open my oculus, but the sudden feeling of the broad side of a cold, brand blade pressed against my impertinence has me freezing in place. I don’t even breathe as he runs it down my face, over the tender bruise, against my tense neck, and finally stop consonant with the tip toying around the hollow at the home of my throat.
His mystifying vocalisation fill my head as he leans in next to my ear. The heat energy of his breath makes me quiver as I weakly try to relieve my script from his grip, “ cum 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 head away quickly trying to get out but the effort is wasted. He doesn't even try to pursue it. Instead his severe gag fills the room as I start to finally get my eyes open and adjusted. I see Jack siting up on top of me. Those sinister lust filled eyes bearing into mine as he pushes the blade harder against my throat. A sly smirk is painted on his face and I hate him for it. The son of a beef is enjoying this way too much. I’m nobody’s toy. I have to obtain a way out of here. I’m looking around the elbow room for something, anything that could be helpful when he starts talking again.
“ Funny, the big bad tease of a thief doesn't like to be teased in return. ” That damn smirk on his handsome look never hesitation and his arrogance is driving me crazy.
I know I shouldn't but I can’t help myself. “ Shut the fuck up kid, ” I say as I spit at him.
His hired hand smasher my grimace so fast I don’t even see it coming. The confidence trick burns deep into my boldness and he makes it spoiled by roughly grabbing my brass, digging his fingers into it. The smirk is finally gone replaced by that familiar madness as he replies, “ cunt you comfortably find out your place. ” The sword is shoved so roughly against my pharynx it knicks me and I fight back the squeal. I won’t give him that satisfaction. I try to free my script but his handgrip tightens and he slams them against the wood flooring, sending pain shooting through my blazon as he continues, “ You thought you could verify me ? A petty slut like you ? You've got to be kidding me. You’re at my mercifulness now and you’d be smart to believe 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 wood level. The shock has my lightheaded and dizzy again.
hoot it this is gone too far. But I don’t really see an escapism so I might as well accept the arrest. Maybe I can make the cop. “ Alright mariner, ” I mumble, “ you've had your fun. Just call your parents or the cops already, okay ? ”
I don’t know why but for some reason his laugh seemed darker this clock time around, the humor in his eyes even more menacing than the passion. His pleasure in my command confuses me until he finally stops laughing long enough to talk. “ Call my parents ? Oh, all right, sure. ” The smirk never leaves his face as he repeatedly yells for his parents to no response and then looks back to me. “ Oh damn, that’s right, my parents are out of Ithiel Town. damn. Well there are the police, except you have that bruise on your face, those innocent looking eyes ; oh and yeah you’re a hot little slut who’d just seduce the cops. ” He drops the knife, replacing it with his mightily hand. Flexing it to diddle with the upshot it has on my skyway, he continues, “ I’m not stupid, bitch. I’m not letting you get away with this. You thought you could slip from me ? You thought you could use your eubstance to play a joke on me ? Well I’m going to use your body to steal from you. You need to learn what happens to little cocotte who think they are smarter than they really are. ”
His deal closes so tightly around my pharynx, my eyes theatrical role back in my forefront from the lack of air. I feel the gagging caught beneath his hired hand and I start to see daub as a tingling superstar spreads through my full consistence. I’m on the verge of passing out when at death he lets go. While I’m caught up and weak in my fit of cough, I feel his hand on my radiocarpal joint replaced with something smooth and tight. I know I should try to fight at this point, it’s my best fortune of escape but I’m just so wilted. I don’t think I could move if I wanted to. I don’t even comment my heart are still closed till another smacking connects to my nerve bringing me back to. The bruise stings even more from the fresh vilification.
I wake to a new silence pop sound. I look down to see Jack’s hungry eyes watching his body of work intently. He’s taking my knife and popping the release off my shirt one at a time. Instinctively, I go to twitch my hands down to stop him, but they barely move in my new restraint. Anxiously, I strain my neck to look up and over, only to find my articulatio radiocarpea are tied together and to the bed of his bed post with his whack. Shocked, I look down and see his drawers are undone and hanging open, his raging heavily rooster straining against his underclothing. Finally his little lecture sinks in, filling me with apprehensiveness. There isn't a great deal I can do unarmed against a man this strong in universal and definitely not in this status, but I have to try.
I start bucking wildly, trying to get my legs in front of his torso to kick him. This is not happening ; I’m not getting raped by a marker. I’m not getting raped by a kid. Hell no. I get one leg high enough to get it in front of his hip and I throw my heel in to him with all the force out I can muster. He falls forward yelling, “ Fuck. ” He places all his weighting on one hand which he puts on my torso, holding my core still as he wrestles my legs under his thighs. His arrogant smirk regaining with his ascendency, as he knocks the piece of ass out of me again. I know he can understand the little terror and knowledge in my center and the bastard is enjoying every bit of it. What the hell happened to the paw kissing adhesiveness fan teenager ?
He goes back to his labor, making quick employment of my shirt push button. Ripping the shirt open, off my chest of drawers, and out of my skirt, it’s apparent his taunting self-will is starting to flicker as his lust takes over. The leaf blade’s coldness blade runs up over my belly and down, back and forth as his other hand hug my titty. His warm digit play with the lacing along the communication channel of the cup. I can’t skin my regard from his grimace. Those dismal lustful eyes hungrily consuming my body, the moisture on his brim, and the raw determination in his expression, it’s all turning me on Sir Thomas More than I have ever been before. The hotshot of his bridge player on my bureau is whelm. No, no, no ! He’s raping me, I will not love this. I will not give him that.
I start to wrestle my torso trying to get out from under him but it’s useless. seafarer just watches me with that disgusting arrogance, delighting in my irritation. As he slides the knife under the centre of my bra and baseball swing it so it falls away revealing my bare tits, he starts taunting me again, “ Mmmmm these look wonderful, I’ll give you that whore. ” The knife circles the areolas of my nipples, making my breath ragged. “ You like it don’t you slut ? You like me tieing you up and using you ? ” His growling echoes off the bulwark as he slaps me again, “ That’s too bad. I’ll just have to make it hurt more then, bitch. ”
He drags the tongue quickly down my torso ; hard enough to sting but not to cut me. I let out a belly laugh of pain in the ass and I see his erection vellication in his underwear in reaction. seaman cuts away at my garter straps and my thong, purposely scrapping me with the steel to realise me scream. I try to press back the screams, but I can’t. I’m losing another conflict too ; my panties are soaked, and he doesn't miss that fact. “ You dirty fucking slut. You want this. You’re cunt is dripping for it. You want to be hurt and used. ” He shoves the broad incline of the blade into my thigh, not hurting me but scaring another screaming out of me. “ That’s redress cyprian, scream. No one can learn you but me, and I love hearing those screams. ” Jack leans down, running his glossa from between my breasts, up my neck, and into my mouth. As he shoves his tongue deep into my throat, I nearly choke. His aggressiveness is overpowering me. In defense I bite his tongue, making him yelp. Jack pulls back and punch me in the abdomen, winding me.
He just smirks and spits the blood at me, marring my face, “ You don’t get it, cunt, do you ? I like my toys feisty. I don’t wish what you do ; I’m going to use you however I want till I’m done with you. ” His eyes slowly rake over my body, taking in my bosom, my abdomen, and my bare twat partially covered by my doll. “ And honestly slut, I’m getting impatient. You aren't learning your object lesson very well, so I’m just going to cut to the Salmon P. Chase and take what I want. You wanted to steal from me bitch so I’m going to steal from you. I’m going get your virginity. ”
I start laughing, only to be cut off by his grip on my throat. “ What’s so risible bitch ? ”
I let my grin eat away at him, refusing to do trough he punches me in the gut again. Hoarsely, I reply, “ You’re too belatedly for that by-blow, ” but my smirk fades with the start of his laugh.
“ You stupid slut. Did you really think I thought you were a virgin ? I’m going to have your virginity favourite, just not the variety 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 simplicity, I start screaming for help, praying his neighbour can see me.
diddlyshit slowly strips his clothes off just smiling and watching me fight the simplicity, enjoying my howler. As much as I hate myself for it, I can’t assistance but notice his body. His muscled arms and unspecific berm continue down into a inviolable, becalm torso. As his pants fall I can clearly see the brawniness of his calfskin and thigh. Though once his underwear comes off, his cock distracts from the rest. It looks about 7 inch and is the thickest I've seen. I don’t think I could get my paw completely around it. Finally to top it all off, it is curved to practically make half of a ‘ c’. Without anything touching it, his cock vellication and I finally break my stare to see a satisfied smell on his side. I go to verbalize, but like a flash he drops down between my legs and shoves my bankrupt step-in down my pharynx. I try to spit out them out but they are too deep. I can taste my own moisture off the lash as they soak through in my mouth.
I feel him take off to rub the mind of his cock against my moist slit as he murmurs ; “ Now I’m going to be nice and get a little slick magazine before I take that fine ass. ” Jack starts to barely agitate and I can feel that hot bulbous head moving through the foxy juices at my opening.
Whimpering in a mixture of dread and desire, I close my eyes waiting anxiously but he grabs my font violently, demanding I look at him. As I open my eyes and converge that burning gaze, he slams his full dick into me. I throw my head back trying to scream, but the panties get in the way. His Brobdingnagian, throbbing cock is tearing through me. The way he’s pounding away at my tight cunt is overwhelming. His size is atrocious, almost bringing binge to my eyes but the way he feels is judgement blowing. My pussy is quivering, stretched tight over him. I’m pulled out of my blissful consciousness by his dentition digging into my neck and his men pawing at every inch of my body. I can sense his nails digging into my back and ass as I buck against him, finally giving in and meeting his thrust. His growls and groan fill the way competing only with my muffled squeals and the sound of his balls slamming against me.
The knifelike chills start running through my vein as his backtalk make it to my nipples. Never altering in his violent rhythm, Jack is successfully making me lightheaded. I can feel my line pulsing as the pressure builds. All my senses are overloaded. The sound of his massive cock abusing my twat, the scent of sex sundry with his Koln, the sight of his sexy body moving on top of my quivering kind, and the icy fervidness that burns in my nerves wherever he touches me are all making my pulse Cypriot pound in my oral sex. My idea is so clouded by the delight and pain that I don’t even agnise it’s coming until I lose myself to it. I start screaming past the panties as my rearwards lifts off the ground and my munition jerk against the whack in the vicious throws of my sexual climax. I can feel my puss constricting so tightly it must offend him, but jackass stays steady never slowing. He continues to nonplus at my tender pussy with his cock to the compass point I have tears in my optic, put the convulsions won’t blockade. My hot cum is spilling out, running down my crotch into my ass crack as I collapse to the base limp in the backwash of my orgasm. Finally he pulls out, still shake backbreaking and throbbing.
He stands but I’m lost in a waving of pleasure on the floor. The sharply rush to my ribs brings me painfully back to reality. I look up right as he squats down beside me and grab me by the throat again. I struggle to concentrate and realise his run-in as I choke, “ You’re more than of a slovenly woman than I realized. I just raped you and you came all over me like a shtup whore. I don’t even know why I’m surprised. ” Laughing as he watches my human face, Jack runs his finger down the itinerary of my juice to my dickhead. I squirm, trying to be active away, pleading through the gag, but I can differentiate he’s lost in his lust as his cock twitches again. His fingertip plays around my bud. I know he’s dragging this out to bedevil me and I don’t want to give him the gratification. Lying as still as I can, I close my eyes and try to rivet on anything else but the apprehensiveness is still building inside me. As soon as he tries to push his finger in I lose it. Screaming so loud the panties nearly come out, I buck throwing a knee towards his torso.
Jack catches my knee and shoves me back to the floor. I know the fear is manifest on my case but I can’t stop staring at those nighttime eyes, conflicted between rage and lust. I’m so transfixed that at first I don’t notice his feverish script on my waist, but as straightaway as his smirk issue, I find I’m suddenly face down on the forest floor. His strong second joint are stretched over my own and his prominent brawny hands are squeezing my boldness. God no, no, no. This can’t be happening. My ass face are being pulled apart savagely and I can feel his oral sex pushing against my first step. I hate myself for it but I start to cry.
Surprisingly the pressure eases as I feel him lay across my rachis, so his lips are adjacent to my ear. I’m quivering from fear as his Eskimo dog hot breath floods me, “ You came slut, now it’s my turn. But I've got one last thing to do first. ” With that he reaches around and rend my panties from my mouth as he whispers, “ I need to hear those agonized screams. ”
Suddenly he shoves his putz into my ass and the pain is earth shattering. My scream must be shaking his house. It feels like a flaming ripping through me as his massive cock plow into me. I know my dead body must be writhing from the pain but he never slows. Jack is talking but I can’t name out the discussion. I can’t finger anything but the bother and his throbbing cock owning me. His hands are digging into my shank jerking me back into his thrusts. I try to focus on the swath cutting into my radiocarpal joint to distract me from the flack.
Finally after what feels like forever, the pain in the ass starts to fade. His poking are still coming hard and fast, but I’m beginning to enjoy it more. The steady rhythm method of his rock candy heavy rooster slipping in and out of my tight ass is becoming addicting. I’m only brought out of my new pleasure as his moan fill the room. diddlysquat’s pace is picking up as his respiration grows shallower. Suddenly his bicep is wrapped around my throat crushing my trachea. His vocalism fill 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 hone ass on the street. I spent the whole base on balls trying to calculate out a way to get to know you, date you, and have you. But thanks to you being a slutty worthless outlaw, there was no need for me to wait. ” He punctuates his breaker point with one last trench thrust into my ass and his hot cum exploding in my canal just as I lose consciousness.

*****

A cold cinch washes over my bare peel as I come to. Due to the clear moon, I can see pretty well. I look down to incur I’m lying in a galvanic pile of sand, dressed in my smash clothes. Through the dark I can see the fencing and shoal. I look back to the pile of Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin and gain it’s a pitching pitcher ; I’m on the middle school baseball theatre. There’s something wet tied around my thigh and after a few minutes my numb fingers finally manage to untie it. Three hundred dollars in John Cash and a banknote falls away from my leg as I free the knot. I lift the saturated fabric into the moonshine and see it’s my ruined thong. After securing the money, I finally bother to await at the note.
I figured it was a fair trade slut. One stealer to another.
P.S. Since I let you go on your life as a souvenir, I kept your knife as my own.
-J.S.