AUTHOR = JAX
E-MAIL = JAX@jaustin1.fsnet.co.uk
I'm not a nice person. In fact, I should be locked up and the key thrown away. Perhaps one day I will be. But until then, I'll carry on doing the same disgusting things I enjoy so much. I identified my next victim, a thirty-something woman, the wife of the owner of a small electronics company. It's all so simple. She opened the door to me, where I flashed a phony badge at her.
"Good morning Mrs. Trent," I said, "I need to ask you a few questions."
"W-What!" she stuttered, while she was thinking about what I could possibly ask her.
I stiff-armed her between her breasts so she fell over backwards into her hallway. I followed and shut and bolted the door behind me.
"W-What... please don't," she said breathlessly.
My hit forced most of the air from her lungs; I could hear the delightful sounds of panic in her voice. I pulled out my .38 S&W revolver and stuck the barrel into her open, panting mouth.
"Now listen to me, bitch," I snarled, my face inches from hers, "I want you to do anything I say, OK, and if you tell anyone about me, husband or police, I'll be back and I blow your fucking head off. Do you understand?" Her head nodded, her eyes wide from shock and fear. "Good, now get up, slowly, and let's make ourselves more comfortable, shall we."
I removed my gun barrel from her mouth and she led me to the large lounge. She almost fell down on the sofa, her fear sapping the strength from her legs. I sat down beside her. I reached out my hand to cup her nice tits.
"Okay bitch," I said, "I want you to get for me as much cash as you can, without alerting your husband, and I will be back later to pick it up. Do you understand?" Her head nodded again. "Say it bitch," I demanded.
"Tomorrow I'll go to the bank and I'll withdraw the outstanding balance from my savings account," she managed to get out.
"There's a good girl," I cooed. She sure had a nice firm body on her. Money can do that. "Now stand up and strip off."
"Please," she begged, "I'll get you your money, please."
"I said strip bitch," I shouted, squeezing her tits hard, causing her to cry out in pain. I sat back to watch as she stood up on her unsteadily legs to remove, with some difficulty, her dress, revealing her scant underwear. "Nice," I commented, "please continue." Her spirit completely broken now, she continued without further comment; at last she was naked. "Turn for me bitch," I demanded.
I savoured the sight before me. My hard cock now required attention. I grabbed her and pulled her down with me onto the sofa. I nudged her legs open and tried to push my hardness into her dry pussy. To aid in lubrication, I spit on my hand and wiped my saliva over my cock. This time I could, with some effort, push myself into her; I savoured her cry of pain. I stayed like that for some minutes, just enjoying the feeling, and fondling her perky size "B's".
It was her hips that started to move first -- that brought a smile to my lips. Slowly at first, she moved under me. I matched her movements with my own thrusts. Within minutes she was banging herself hard against me and, despite the circumstances, she couldn't stop herself from having a big orgasm. I pumped my sperm deep inside her; I hoped she was taking precautions. I stood up and zipped up.
"Okay bitch, I'll be back soon, so have my money ready," I said.
She just lay there not responding. I laughed and let myself out.
I sat outside in my car, just down the road a bit, watching to see what she would do. The answer was nothing -- that was good. I drove off after an hour, happy she was not going to call anybody. Next morning, before nine, I was back to watch hubby leave for work. Within ten minutes I saw her car depart and I followed at a distance. She parked right outside the bank. I pulled in and waited. A short time later, she emerged and drove home. I parked up and walked up to her door and knocked.
"Oh it's you," she said, letting me walk past her into the lounge.
"What have you got for me?" I asked.
Out of her handbag she brought a think wad of notes. "They would only let me have five thousand on demand," she said, looking worried.
"That's okay," I smiled at her, "I didn't expect it would be easy for you. Still, that means I'll be back some other time."
"Please, I've only got another seven thousand and change left in my account," she said.
"Okay, I'm not greedy," I said, "one more payment and I'll let you go. Now strip."
"Please, just take the money and go. I've not told anybody, please," she begged.
I stepped forward and grabbed her by the hair, hard enough to make her yelp in pain.
"Look bitch," I snarled, "you do as you're told. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she whimpered.
"Okay bitch, strip," I said, letting go of her hair, "and be quick." She was naked in under a minute. "Good, now sit on the sofa, bitch," I instructed.
I pulled out the folding Polaroid camera from my coat pocket and snapped off two pictures. Her face was a picture of surprise.
"Oh no, please," she whimpered.
"Just some insurance of your continued good behaviour," I laughed nastily.
I then joined her on the sofa and pushed my hard cock into her. This time, her pussy was already wet. She didn't last long, humping energetically back in time with my hard thrusts. Her back arched and she came with a loud cry.
"Yeah, that was good, now wasn't it?" I asked, not really expecting a reply.
I zipped up and left her there, well fucked and naked.
When I said to her, I would be back one more time, I lied. She was just too good a prize to leave alone. She handed over the stacked envelop and stripped off without being asked. My hard cock entered her again easily and she moved her hips against me, until we both came.
"Yeah, that was good, bitch," I said. "Now sit up and push your tits out for me." I flashed off a number of pictures of this beautiful woman. "Now bitch, I must leave you, but I'll be back later."
"What? Please, you said...." she started to say.
"Look bitch," I grabbed her hair, pulling her off the sofa and onto the floor, "I'm finished with you when I say I'm finished," I said.
"Please, I haven't got any more money," she cried.
"That's okay, bitch," I laughed, "I don't want any more of your money. You have other valuable assets."
"Oh no please," her tears started to fall, "I've done everything you've asked. Please, can't you leave me alone?"
I looked down at her naked body. Unknown to her, her tears were stimulating me again, getting my cock hard. I grabbed her hair again, pulling her up onto her knees.
"Suck me bitch," I laughed, pushing my cock fully into her mouth.
My hardness caused her to choke. I pumped my second load down her throat. I zipped up and left her there, lying naked on her lounge floor.
"See you soon, bitch," I said.
I laughed as I slammed her front door as I left.
THE END
