the secret interfaith.
secret relationship between Catholic school girl and Muslim Imam
secret relationship between Catholic school girl and Muslim Imam
Many things revealed
Four college coeds visit a luau, approached by seemingly friendly fire dancers
Things are heating up
Simon’s story continues and he reaches new lows in debasing himself in desperation to keep his ‘little’ secret safe
Living out some depraved fantasys
A bit more graphic then the rest…
If you’re looking for a quick fix sex fic, this might not be the story for you. If you’re looking for humiliation, pain, Male Dom, and female submission… oh and hard core torture, you’re in the right place! Main Characters: Mitchell Pearse – 33, shaved head, multiple tattoos. 6 feet tall, muscular build. Owns The Lagoon, a hip place to be if you’re drinking and looking for fun. 9 inch long dick. 2 inches across. Naomi Sakurai – 24, Half German and Half Japanese, Not a US citizen yet. Shaved pussy, no tattoos, long black, red, and white hair with a ‘scene girl’ hair cut. 5 feet and 2 inches tall. Works at The Lagoon as a sexy bartender.
This is about how I found the right assistant to help me out at my office and perform random tasks and whatever I required.
Hi I haven’t posted in a while and this is just the beginning of the story so comment if you like it and feel free to suggest ideas for the continuation, thanks X
Mike’s big day arrives.
The second part in my series, I hope I’m getting a little better at writing but it’s not as easy as it seems. Constructive criticism is appreciated.
Michael wakes up from a coma in the local hospital and learns that three night shift nurses had given him Viagra intravenously while he was in the coma and rode his cock each night.
didnt right friend e mailed this to me
A shift in the breeze told Samuel Bess that autumn had arrived. While he came to the park two blocks from his apartment dressed in a thin jacket that afternoon and expecting lower temperatures, the sudden cool wind was what officially signified the end of summer. In a few months the trees, grass, and sidewalks would be covered by a thick blanket of snow, and Samâs weekend strolls to this park would become significantly less frequent.
Sam let out a deep breath as his dark brown eyes scanned the passerby’s around him. He was seated at his favorite park bench, reading over the New York Times while enjoying the last few days of reasonably warm weather.
He watched a cute couple laugh as they passed him by without notice. Their happiness was one he had never truly felt. Sam was pushing thirty-five and had yet to find a woman that would make him truly happy. He was certainly attractive enough, and had the wit and charm to win over the heart of a young woman if he put his best face forward, but Sam wanted something else from the woman he wanted. Something he knew he shouldnât have.
The yipping of the light brown Yorkshire terrier interrupted his train of thought. The energetic young pup scampered left and right, twisting its leash around the legs of its master. Sam would have tried to ignore the incessant noise had his gaze not fallen upon the owner of the boisterous pup.
She looked about twenty-three, with shoulder-length auburn brown hair, and sweet, sparkling hazel eyes. She was dressed in a blue overcoat with black buttons fastened tightly around her slim figure.
Sam smiled as he watched her struggle to untangle the leash from around her legs. She appeared to be losing her balance, as she twisted her body about, all while keeping her feet mounted on a pair of black high heels.
After finally untangling herself, the dog raced down the pathway, prompting its attractive owner to tighten her grip on its leash.
Sam tried to remain incognito, keeping his face concealed behind his newspaper, but as the woman and her dog advanced down the asphalt pathway in his direction, it became very apparent Samâs presence would not go unnoticed.
Although the young woman made an effort to restrain the energetic animal, soon the dog was at Samâs ankles yipping vigorously.
âSnuffy! Snuffy! Get back here!â the young woman hissed, but the dog was persistent.
Sam lowered his newspaper and let his gaze meet the young womanâs eyes.
âSorry,â the woman said sweetly. Her smile was broad and beautiful. Sam could not take his eyes off her. âHeâs just saying hi.â
Sam had experienced many run-ins with dogs an their masters in his life, and found âheâs just saying hi,â ranked right up with âhe wonât biteâ and âheâs just being friendlyâ as the most common expression uttered by dog owners upon meeting strangers.
Sam elected to ignore the cliched greeting and instead address the opportunity that was now knocking.
Sam bent down and scratched the young pup behind its ears.
âNice doggy,â Sam petted the dogsâ fur for several seconds before looking up at the face of the beautiful woman holding its leash.
âHow old is he?â Sam asked.
âPicked him up at the shelter three years ago when he was a newborn,â the woman said. âBeen my best buddy ever since. Heâs my guard dog.â
She laughed.
âYeah, Iâd feel safer with this fearsome little fella watching over my place,â Sam said.
Sam growled playfully, prompting laughter from the young woman.
âIâm Dawn Priestly,â the woman said, extending her hand.
âSam Bess,â Sam replied, taking her hand. Her skin was warm and soft. As the wind shifted once again, Samâs heart skipped a beat as he smelled the aroma of her perfume.
âIâve seen you here before,â Sam said. âYou live around here?â
âYup. I live in the apartments just across the street from Cider Lake,â Dawn said. âBeen there three years, ever since I got little Snuffy here. My old place didnât allow pets.â
âQuite a hike for you, isnât it?â Sam asked. âThatâs a couple blocks away.â
âI like the exercise,â Dawn said. âHelps me stay in shape.â
Sam could not deny that. Even through her coat Sam could tell Dawn had a fantastic body. Dawn looked at her watch and then back at Sam.
âAlmost Five. I have to get going. Well it was really nice meeting you Sam,â Dawn said. âI hope I weâll come across each other again soon!â
âPleasure is all mine,â Sam said.
âCome on, Snuffy!â Dawn said as she tugged onto the dogâs leash, and they took off down the pathway. Sam watched as she walked away. She had a nice ass, Sam noted, and also a fine pair of legs. She must have been wearing a skirt under her coat, because her legs were bare. Sam kept his eyes fixated upon her until she and her dog were completely out of sight.
***
*****
***
âDawn Priestly.â
Sam entered her name in the Google search bar as soon as he got home. To his disappointment, nothing promising came up. Sam took a sip of his beer, and set it aside. There had to be a way to find her. Something about Dawn Priestly captured Samâs interest. Sam wasnât sure if it was simply her beauty, her smile, or the way she laughed, but ever since his encounter with her in the park Sam had been dying to find out more about her. He wanted her.
Sam shifted through several articles, none of which seemed to pertain to the Dawn Priestly whom he was seeking.
âJim Priestly and Dawn Meadows…â
âRoger Priestlyâs Greatest Hits posted by user Dawn…â
âChristine Priestlyâs MyPlace page Comments by Dawn Robinson…â
None of the hits seemed relevant. Although one did give him an idea.
âMyPlace,â Sam said to himself.
Sam was not altogether familiar with the social networking site popular among young people, but he had heard of it.
Sam typed âMyPlace.comâ into the address bar and after being overwhelmed by annoying ads and popups, decided this may be a good place to start searching.
âDawn Priestlyâ did not uncover any relevant results from a brief MyPlace search, but Sam knew there was a chance Dawn would not include her last name on her profile. The problem was, typing simply âDawnâ uncovered far too many results.
Sam let out a sigh and took another sip of beer. Maybe Dawn was like him. Maybe she was not âplugged inâ to the trendy young, youth-oriented fads of today.
No, Sam thought. She is young; she is pretty, and likely popular. Sam was convinced Dawn was somewhere on this site. He just had to search more. A thought came to his mind.
He typed in âDawn Snuffyâ into the search bar, and lo and behold, a familiar set of hazel eyes stared back at him from his computer screen.
âDawn Age 23, Location: Grand Blanc, MI, âpics of me and Snuffy at the Fourth of…â
âBingo,â Sam said to himself.
Her profile was decorated pink with flying stars and hearts. A song by some popular male crooner played upon opening her profile, which Sam immediately shut off.
Sam spent the next hour reading Dawnâs profile up and down. He admired all of her pictures, although he was disappointed that none of the pictures showed her in the nude. She did include one photo of herself in a bikini, but only from the waist up. She was pictured with two of her friends, all her smiling and holding drinks. Of the three of them, Dawn had the nicest tits, Sam thought.
Sam stared lustfully at Dawnâs ample cleavage, and inserted his hand into his pants and began to play with his privates. As he became more and more aroused, Sam found himself typing another address into the search bar: âwww.womeninpain.com,â Samâs favorite pornography site. Sam found himself tantalized by the graphic images of naked women being tortured by masked men. He entered his personal password and opened a video depicting a young brunette, chained to a wall, and two men with hooks taking turns cutting the flesh from her naked body.
Sam put on a set of headphones and turned the volume up high to hear her screams. He used to play videos from this site on his speakers but the neighbors in the apartment next to his complained and filed a police report.
Sam watched as the men in the video ripped the womanâs throat out and her blood spilled onto their hooks. Sam climaxed as he watched the helpless woman take one last breath and collapse.
After Sam wiped up his mess, he clicked the back button back to Dawn Priestlyâs MyPlace page. As Sam stared back at Dawnâs picture, her sparkling eyes and bright smile beaming at him, he couldnât help but smile back.
***
*****
***
Sam had been lying awake in bed for three hours when he decided he was going to murder Dawn Priestly. It was not a simple decision for him. He had never taken the life of a human being before, but there was no doubt in his mind that he wanted to now. Having met her only hours earlier, Sam realized his feelings for her were so strong he was prepared to make the biggest decision of his or her lives.
He wasnât sure how or when. Her MyPlace page said her birthday was December 29. Sam decided he would set that as his deadline, so he would have to find a way to kill her before then. As for how, he would need time to think. He didnât want her to suffer too much, but a little. He wanted to enjoy it, so she would need to be put under a bit of pain before he did her in. Sam imagined the grisly scenes he had witnessed at womeninpain.com, but Sam was not ready to commit an atrocity such as those. He didnât feel he was ready. Sam decided Dawnâs death would need to be simple. A little sex, a little torture, and then he would end it. Nothing too complicated. No chickening out, Sam told himself, he was going through with this and there was no turning back. Sam had made up his mind, and the planning for Dawn Priestlyâs murder was underway.
***
*****
***
Sam awoke early the next morning and began to write up a plan and a list of items he would need. Cuffs, he would need a way to restrain her. A weapon, preferably a handgun, mainly to coerce her into cooperating with him, not necessarily to finish her off. Knives of course, or other instruments to cause pain. He would also need a way to dispose of her body when he was finished, somewhere it would never be found. This one was tricky. Sam did not realize planning a murder would take so much work. December 29 was only three months away, and Sam began to wonder if that would be enough time. Sam realized he would need to start watching her. He would have to track her down, familiarize himself with her daily habits, find out where she went, and when. Sam would have to develop an acute understanding of every layer of Dawn Priestlyâs life if he ever intended to claim it as his own. Sam shut his notebook, put on his coat, and decided to take a walk in the park.
***
*****
***
Jaime Evans stopped at Dawn Priestlyâs cubicle as she waited for her to get off the phone. Dawn smiled and held up her index finger, mouthing the words âone moment.â
âYes, I can have that ready for you,â Dawn said. âShould take no time at all. Thank you.â
Dawn hung up the phone, and looked up at Jaime.
âYes, Jaime?â Dawn said.
âI looked over our progress, and, well, it looks like we might not have the Johnston Report done in time,â Jaime said.
Dawn turned her chair in Jaimeâs direction.
âOkay,â Dawn said. âIâll tell Ron. Donât worry about a thing.â
âPsshh!â
Nancy Oakwood, who was busy working in the neighboring cubicle, tsked at Dawnâs remark. Dawn ignored her.
âWell, heâs on his way over,â Jaime said. âHope he takes it well.â
Jaime walked away, trying to stay out of Ronâs sight. Dawn quickly cleaned up her work area as Ron Finley, her supervisor, made his way towards her desk. She straightened her papers into a neat pile, and as she reached for a nearby file folder, she knocked her coffee mug off her desk, spilling coffee onto her lap. She was wearing a short black miniskirt and nylon stockings, and while she avoided spilling the coffee onto her skirt, the coffee soaked her stockings all the way through.
âDamn it!â Dawn cursed to herself, and grabbed a napkin and began wiping herself off just as Ron arrived at her cubicle.
âDawn! How are things with the Johnston Report?â Ron asked.
âJust a moment Ron, I had an accident here,â Dawn said. Dawn turned her chair to the side and began carefully sliding her stockings down her long, slender legs. Ron tried not to stare, even as Dawn pulled her skirt upwards so she could get better reach at her stockings.
âSorry about that Ron,â Dawn said, as she opened her desk drawer. She could feel Nancyâs watchful eyes as she tucked her coffee-stained stockings into her desk drawer, only to remove a new, clean pair.
âThe way things are going, it looks like we might not have that report done when you wanted it,â Dawn said, as she began sliding a new pair of stockings on. Ron tried to maintain eye contact but felt his glance continuously shift down to her legs.
âWeâre working as fast as we can, but you have to be realistic, Ron,â Dawn said, pulling her stocking farther and farther up her thigh. âThereâs only so much a few busybodies like Jaime and I can handle.â
Dawn ran her hands smoothly over her legs, and then looked back at Ron, who nervously shot his glance back towards her eyes.
âNot a problem, Dawn,â Ron smiled. âThe project can wait a little longer. I know youâll do your best.â
âThanks, Ron, youâre a peach,â Dawn smiled, and Ron walked away. After Ron walked out of sight, Jaime came back around the corner.
âNice save, Dawn!â Jaime said in relief. âYou just saved our asses!â
âYou got to learn how to talk to people, Jaime,â Dawn said.
âYeah, âtalkââ Nancy muttered.
Dawn peered into Nancyâs cubicle.
âGot something to say, Nancy?â Dawn asked.
âNo, nothing,â Nancy said, and then coughed what sounded like the word âslut.ââ
Jaime rolled her eyes.
âDonât mind her,â Jaime said. âSheâs just jealous cause she never gets any male attention around here.â
âNever occurred to me,â Dawn said. âAnyway, weâre gonna have to buckle down and get the project done ASAP.â
âAnother late night, huh?â Jaime asked.
âI was going to do some shopping today, I guess Iâll have to do it on my lunch break,â Dawn said.
âI would too, but thatâs my laundry time,â Jaime laughed.
***
*****
***
It was 12:05 when Dawn arrived at the mini-mart just one block from her office building. Dawn grabbed a shopping cart and pushed it down the aisles, quickly grabbing the essentials she would need to survive for that week. After filling her cart with various produce, she was browsing the fresh fruit when she heard a familiar voice.
âPineapples on sale this week.â
Dawn turned around in surprise.
âSam?â
Sam smiled.
âNice to see you again, Dawn,â Sam said. She looked even more beautiful than the day he met her. Sam admired Dawnâs blazer and miniskirt. She looked absolutely fantastic. âHow you doing?â
âA little hurried,â Dawn said. âDoing shopping on my lunch break now.â
âItâs a shame its come to that,â Sam said.
âHow so?â Dawn asked, grabbing a pineapple and carefully setting it into her shopping cart.
âWell, isnât a lunch beak, for, I donât know, having lunch?â Sam asked.
âIn a quaint time in history, yes,â Dawn laughed.
âSeems to me we might all benefit from taking some time in our day to just relax, grab a coffee, you know what I mean?â
âYeah,â Dawn said, glumly. âUnfortunately coffee time for me is behind the wheel of my car or my desk at work, pretty much.â
âYeah, same here,â Sam said.
Dawn looked at her watch.
âLooks like I got to get going,â she said. âSam it was really nice talking to you again, I hope Iâll see you again soon.â
âMe too.â Sam said.
Sam watched as Dawn pushed her cart down the produce aisle. He would have given anything to put his hands on her body at that very moment, but he knew such an act was not possible at this time. Soon though, Sam said to himself. Soon, she would be all his.
***
*****
***
By mid October the weather had dropped to unseasonal lows, and Sam no longer continued his weekend strolls in the park. He had not spoken to Dawn since their run-in at the supermarket, and now three weeks had passed and Samâs plans for her were well underway.
In the weeks since their last meeting, Sam watched her on a daily basis, monitoring every activity she did outdoors. He had her route from her apartment to her workplace mapped out and memorized, and even knew what stores she frequently shopped. Meanwhile, Sam was doing plenty shopping of his own.
âThat there is a .40 caliber Glock 22,â the store clerk said. âFavored by most police units around the United States, that sucker holds fifteen rounds and is considered the perfect pistol.â
Sam picked up the handgun and admired it.
âIs there a waiting period for this model?â
âAssuming you got no criminal record, itâs yours in three days,â the clerk said.
âNot a problem,â Sam said. âIâll take it.â
***
*****
***
On November 1, Sam purchased a cottage fifty miles north of Grand Blanc. It was a cozy little getaway, in a secluded part of the forest, with no neighbors or troublesome police for miles.
âThe previous owners installed an indoor Jacuzzi,â the agent explained.
Sam looked around the quaint house in awe. It had an old fashioned fireplace, solid oak siding, and a spectacular skylight overlooking the den.
âDoes it have a basement?â Sam asked.
âIt isnât developed,â the agent said. â Only concrete flooring, and brick siding.â
âIâd like to take a look,â Sam said.
The agent led Sam down a narrow wooden stairway. Sam felt right at home in the dark, dank basement. The agent flicked on a dangling light bulb and showed him around to several barren rooms.
âThe previous owner didnât use the basement for much. Just a wine cellar I believe.â
Sam kicked a dusty piece of wood lying on the floor.
âI love it,â he said.
Sam spent the next month renovating his new house. He build his own restraining hitch, a reclining bed fitted with sturdy iron shackles, and set up a weapons rack which he filled up with his favorite toys.
It took him several weeks to transport his favorite toys up to his cottage, being busy with his daytime job, but soon his new basement was now his personal dungeon, complete with knives, whips, spears, a branding iron, and even a room he filled from wall to wall with shards of broken glass. He doubted he would use all of these tools on Dawn, but he liked having all of them present for ambience.
When Sam flipped his calendar to the month of December, he circled the date of December 27. Sam swore to himself, that day would be Dawn Priestlyâs date with death.
***
*****
***
Dawn Priestly was sound asleep on her couch when she heard a knock at her door. She awoke in a startle, and realized it was the middle of the afternoon and she was sprawled over her couch wearing only a t-shirt and panties. Snuffy stood in front of the door barking madly.
Dawn quickly pulled on a pair of shorts and opened her apartment door, and found herself face to face with a deliveryman holding a bouquet of red roses.
âDawn Priestly?â the deliveryman asked.
âYes, thatâs me.â
âThese are for you.â The deliveryman handed her the flowers.
Dawn was dumbfounded.
âMe? Who are they from?â
âDunno,â the deliveryman shrugged. âThe sender asked to remain anonymous.â
Dawn took the bouquet, and was at an absolute loss for words.
âHave a nice day,â the deliveryman said.
âI will.â Dawn said. She shut the door, and stared in amazement at her unexpected gift. Snuffy jumped about at her ankles, yipping at the aroma-laden flora.
âDown, Snuffy!â Dawn said.
She took a seat on the couch, and sifted through the flowers, until she found a folded letter. Dawnâs heart raced as she opened the card, and in the neatest handwriting she had ever read, saw the words:
âDawn,
âYour beauty is greater than the loveliest bouquet I could send you. You are the light in my life, my greatest joy. I love you.â
That was it. No signature. No return address. Just a random bouquet of roses from a man who evidently thought the world of her, and she could not even begin to guess at his identity.
Ron? She thought for a second. No, no, it was definitely not him. Ron might have had the hots for her, but he wouldnât do this. Even if her birthday and Christmas was approaching.
Dawn placed the flowers into a vase and set them on her kitchen table. It was a mystery that would be resolved another day.
***
*****
***
Dawn should have known something was awry, because Nancy gave her a dirty look as she walked into her office building the following Monday. Dirtier than usual, that is. since Nancy always made it known she did not care for Dawn.
Her question was answered when she arrived at her desk, and found a silver necklace placed on the surface, with an envelope tucked underneath.
Jaime approached behind her, having obviously already seen the gift and curious as to the identity of the sender.
âThat is beautiful! Do you have a new boyfriend you havenât told me about?â
âNo!â Dawn explained, setting her purse upon her desk. âI got some roses at my apartment last Saturday too. I donât know whoâs sending me this!â
âOh my God, you have a secret admirer!â Jaime shrieked.
âJaime, please, youâre not in seventh grade anymore!â Dawn said, though she was a bit anxious herself. Dawn picked up the necklace and placed it around her neck, making her look twice as fabulous to Nancyâs disdain.
âOpen the envelope! Open it!â Jaime said.
Dawn took a seat at her desk and opened the envelope. In the same handwriting as on the note that came with her bouquet, the envelope read:
âDearest Dawn,
âYour eyes sparkle like the moonlight. I long to feel the breath of your kiss. I live every day to tell you how I feel myself, but that day will have to wait. With much love,â
No name was given.
âI donât get it,â Dawn said. âWho is this guy?â
âWhy are you fussing, arenât you happy?â Jaime exclaimed. âYou are so lucky, I want one too!â
âThatâs because youâre not sleeping with the boss,â Nancy mumbled.
âItâs not from Ron!â Jaime and Dawn said at the same time.
âWhatever,â Nancy said.
Dawn walked over towards Nancy angrily.
âHey, listen, I donât know what I did to earn the title of Office Tramp in your eyes, but it wasnât sleeping with the boss,â Dawn said. âI have never, nor will I ever have any involvement with Ron or any other manager in this office!â
Nancy looked up at Dawn.
âThen youâre very naive,â Nancy said.
âHow am I naive?â Dawn demanded.
âOh please! The way you lick your lips when heâs around, your short skirts and low cut blouses, the way you bend over so he can check out your tits and ass! Donât tell me you donât do that on purpose sweetheart, I wasnât born yesterday.â
âYou know what?â Dawn said. âIâm going to ask him. Right now, straight up.â
âThe floor is yours,â Nancy said, and resumed typing.
Dawn marched down the hallway towards Ronâs corner office, and Jaime followed close behind. Dawn knocked briskly on the door, and entered.
âYes, Dawn?â Ron asked.
Dawn dropped the envelope onto Ronâs desk, and held up her necklace for him to see.
âRon did you send me this necklace?â Dawn asked.
âNo,â Ron said.
Dawn looked back at Jaime.
âReally?â Dawn asked.
âYes, Dawn what is this about?â Ron asked.
âYou didnât send me flowers on Saturday?â
âNo! Dawn honestly, I did not!â Ron said.
Dawn picked the envelope off his desk.
âThank you,â she said. âThatâs all I wanted to know.â
Dawn and Jaime exited Ronâs office.
âThen who?â Jaime asked.
Dawn looked around the entire office and sighed.
âI have no idea.â
***
*****
***
Sam kept his face hidden when Dawn emerged from her office building. He waited around just long enough to see the silver necklace around her neck, and his business was finished. Sam kept his back turned as he took off in the opposite direction, smiling the entire way. She liked his gift! Samâs pulse raced as he made his way down the sidewalk. Only one more week until his deadline, and Sam had all of his preparations in place.
He waited until 8 in the evening before he made his way to Dawnâs apartment building. A friendly neighbor let him into the building and soon Sam made his way down the hall to the outside of Dawnâs door. It was too soon for her to learn his identity, but that time would come soon. Sam slid an envelope under Dawnâs doorway and bolted for the exit.
***
*****
***
Sam did not sleep the night before the 27th. He still did not know for absolute certain that Dawn would show up at the designated location when he wanted. By morning he was in a sweat, with images of Dawn racing through his mind. All the preparations at the cottage had been made. Sam was certain that no one would ever discover her body or his identity.
He left his apartment at 5pm. His Glock was secured safely in his jacket pocket. He double-checked to make sure it was loaded and ready. Sam got into his car, and drove out of his apartment complex for his first and last date with Dawn Priestly.
***
*****
***
Dawn slid her slender body into a brand new black strapless dress. She examined herself in the mirror. Her dress was cut low, it showed plenty of cleavage, and was tight enough to complement the curve of her sexy ass. It even had a long slit up the side for her bare leg to peek through as she walked. Dawn applied another layer of lipstick across her mouth and made a kissing motion in the mirror.
âWell Snuffy, here goes nothing,â she said. Dawn placed the silver necklace around her neck before double-checking the envelope she found slid underneath her door the previous week.
âMy Darling Dawn,
âI feel the time has come that I reveal myself to you. Just as I can no longer hold my feelings for you inside, neither can I conceal my identity. Please meet me on Thursday, December the Twenty-Seventh at six in the Evening at LâOlivier, and I will meet you at the entrance. You will know me when you see me. I love you with all of my heart.â
Still no signature. Yes Dawn knew that would make it all the more exciting when she finally came face-to-face with her admirer.
Dawn leaned down to pet her dog.
âMommyâs got a date tonight, sweetie-pie,â Dawn said. âBe good.â
Dawn left an extra bowl of food out in case she did not come home until the morning. Snuffy yipped furiously as she made her way to the door.
âI said be good!â Dawn said.
Dawn stepped out of the apartment and shut the door behind her, with Snuffy still yipping as she left down the hallway of her apartment complex.
When Dawn arrived at LâOlivier at ten minutes to six, her heart was racing. Who was this guy? What if he isnât the sweet guy his letter seemed to suggest he was? Dawn tried to put her fear behind her as she pulled up to the valet.
âName please?â the valet said.
âDawn Priestly,â she said.
âOh yes, of course,â the valet said. Dawn was delighted at how far her blind date had gone to make this a romantic evening for her. Dawn emerged from her car and handed her keys to the valet.
It was only a few feet to the entryway. She carefully stepped towards the doorway, worrying her nervousness might make her slip and fall flat on the pavement. Dawn stepped towards the entrance, through the doorway, and into the restaurant.
***
*****
***
She was more beautiful than Sam had ever imagined she could look. When he saw her in her gorgeous black dress, her hair tied back into a stylish bun, Sam thought he might pass out from the shock. Their eyes met, and Dawns heart skipped as fast as Samâs.
âSam?â Dawn exclaimed.
âHello Dawn,â Sam said. âYou look absolutely stunning.â
Dawn was at a loss for words.
âYouâre- youâreâ
âYes, it was me, Dawn,â Sam said.
Dawn stared back at him. Sam looked rather handsome, dressed in a rented black tux. Dawn didnât know what to say to him.
âSam, I-â
âPlease Dawn,â Sam said. âI made reservations for us. Have dinner with me.â
Dawn took a deep breath.
âOkay,â Dawn said.
For Dawn, it was one of the most awkward dates she had ever experienced. She considered Sam to be far too old for her, yet with all of this effort, all this sweetness, he had done it just for her. Dawn decided she had to see this one dinner date out. She would decide how to handle the situation when it was over.
âHowâs work?â Sam asked.
âOh, itâs okay,â Dawn said. âYou got a lot of my coworkers wondering about you when they saw that necklace.â
Sam smiled.
âWell, youâll have quite a story to tell them tomorrow, wonât you?â
âActually, I wonât be going to work tomorrow,â Dawn said.
Sam looked up in surprise.
âI took the day off,â she said. âSaturday is my birthday.â
âOh I see,â Sam laughed. âHow old will you be then?â
âTwenty-Four,â Dawn said. âAnd proud.â
âHmm,â Sam muttered. Most women he knew lied or were ashamed of their ages. One more reason Sam knew Dawn was special.
âWell, Happy Birthday, in advance,â Sam said.
âThank you,â Dawn said.
To Dawnâs surprise, she had a very pleasant dinner with Sam. Even though he was not her type by any means, she had to admit by the end of their dinner that she thoroughly enjoyed the time she spent with Sam.
The waiter brought the check, which Sam insisted on paying himself.
âWell, Iâd like to thank you for dinner, Sam,â Dawn said. âYou are a truly sweet man.â
With that, Dawn gave Sam a soft kiss. Sam felt his heart jump into his throat. Her lips were so soft, and so sweet. Their dinner was now over. Sam could feel the excitement stirring in his pants. Their real date was about to begin.
As they made their way to the exit, the valet brought Samâs car to the driveway.
âReady to go?â Sam said.
Dawn turned to Sam sadly.
âSam, Iâm really sorry,â Dawn said. âI had a really nice time tonight but I canât take this any further.â
Sam felt his heart sink. He knew she should have expected this. And in fact, he was quite prepared.
âDawn, please,â Sam said. âLetâs just go for a ride. Just you and me.â
âSam, no,â Dawn said. He could tell by her face she was serious. Sam shot a glance back at the valet. He was busy going to get another car.
âDawn, I have a special surprise for you,â Sam said.
âSam, no more surprises,â Dawn said. â I had a nice time but youâre not my type!â
Sam removed the Glock from his jacket and pressed the muzzle against Dawnâs stomach.
âDawn, youâre coming with me tonight,â Sam said. âGet in the car.â
Dawn took one look at Samâs handgun and her blood ran cold.
***
*****
***
âSam, donât do this!â Dawn cried. âPlease stop the car, let me out!â
Sam pointed his gun at Dawnâs temple.
âOne more word, Iâll blow a hole through your head.â
Dawn shut her mouth and Sam continued driving. Sam knew she would not be able to remain calm, so once he was out of the city, he pulled over to the side of the road and ordered Dawn out of the car.
âWhat do you want from me?â Dawn cried. âIâm sorry I canât reciprocate your feelings, please, think this through!â
âShut up!â Sam screamed. He unlocked the trunk of his car, and Dawn saw what was inside.
âOh my God! Oh my God!â Dawn screamed.
The assortment of ropes, pliers and tie wraps laid out neatly inside Samâs trunk sent Dawn into a crying frenzy.
âWhat are you going to do to me? What do you want, Sam?â
âHold still!â Sam shouted. Sam took one tie wrap and bound Dawnâs wrists behind her back. He then placed a gag in her mouth and tied it shut.
âGet in the trunk,â Sam said.
Dawn gave Sam a pleading last look.
âI said get in, Dawn,â Sam said.
Dawn climbed into the trunk of the car, trembling as she pulled her body together into a fetal position. Once she was securely inside, Sam sealed the trunk shut.
***
*****
***
Dawn couldnât tell how much time had passed when the car stopped moving. It seemed like hours that she had been crammed into the compact trunk. The chirping of crickets in the nearby forest were all Dawn could hear when the trunk finally opened.
Sam stared down at her. He was no longer wearing his tux, instead hew was dressed in a flannel shirt and blue jeans. Sam looked her over to make sure she was still secure. The tie wraps were still securely around her wrists, as was the gag in her mouth.
âGet out,â Sam said.
Dawn climbed out of the trunk, though she had a bit of difficulty having her hands tied behind her back and wearing high heels, but she managed, and dropped her high heeled feet upon the gravel driveway of Samâs picturesque cottage.
Sam untied the gag from Dawnâs mouth. She took a breath before speaking.
âWhat is this place?â Dawn asked, panting.
âSomewhere where we wonât be bothered,â Sam said.
Sam kept his gun trained on Dawn, and with his other hand, unlocked the front door. He ordered Dawn inside before locking the door behind them.
âWelcome to my humble abode,â Sam said, with a quiet chuckle. He took a pair of pliers from his pants and cut the tie wrap binding her hands.
Dawn looked around the interior of the old-fashioned homestead. Sam turned on a light on its dimmest setting, and then ordered Dawn into the den. It was a pleasant little home, Dawn would have appreciated it more if not for the circumstances.
âSit.â
Dawn took a seat on the sofa and waited for Samâs next command. He took a seat on the easy chair opposite Dawn and kept his gun trained on her.
âDawn,â Sam began. Dawn froze in terror.
âEver since I first laid eyes on you, I wanted you. Iâve lusted after you for so long. Tonight, you are going to make my every fantasy come true.â
Dawnâs expression first went to shock.
âSam, please!â She whimpered. âI donât want to do this why are you making me do this?â
Sam rose to his feet and pressed the barrel of his gun to Dawnâs forehead.
âHere are the rules, Dawn,â Sam said. âWhen I tell you to do something, you will do it. If you donât, I will hurt you, and I will hurt you very badly.â
Dawn tried to back away but her body was up against the backrest of the sofa.
She cried for several seconds.
âDawn?â Sam asked.
âYes?â
âAre you with me?â
âYes.â
âGood.â
âPlease Iâll do whatever you want just donât kill me please!â
âIâm not going to kill you, Dawn,â Sam said.
âWhat do you want me to do?â she asked.
Sam smiled, but only on the inside.
âDawn, I think you have a beautiful body. Itâs so shapely. So sexy.â
Dawn did not reply.
âDawn, I would like to see your body. Fully naked.â
Dawn stared back at Sam, saying nothing.
âIs that okay, Dawn?â Sam asked.
Dawn nodded.
âGood,â Sam said. Sam backed away from Dawn and took a seat on the easy chair.
âGo on, take off your dress,â Sam said.
Dawn leaned forward and removed her heels. Her toenails were painted a deep crimson. The looked very pretty in Samâs opinion.
Sam watched in excitement as Dawn rose to her feet, and carefully pulled her black dress up over her head and removed it from her body. She was wearing only a silky black thong underneath, and no bra. Dawn covered her ample sized breasts with her arms as she turned to face Sam, who watched in in pure amazement.
âYou are beautiful, Dawn,â Sam said. âSimply gorgeous. Now take off your panties.â
Dawn took her arms away from her chest, and exposed her beautiful breasts. Her nipples were round and thick.
Dawn took hold of her skimpy panties, and slid them down her legs towards the floor. Her pussy hair was neatly trimmed, and the same color as on her head.
Sam grabbed his cock and gave it several gentle strokes as he watched Dawn stand naked before him in his den. She was still wearing the silver necklace he had sent her, but he decided to let her keep it on.
He ordered Dawn to turn her back so he could check out her ass. Dawn obeyed. Her cheeks were round and firm. Sam gave his cock a few more strokes, and then told Dawn to face him once again.
âDawn, I want you to lie down on the sofa,â Sam said.
Dawn trembled as she took two steps backwards, and sat her bare ass onto Samâs sofa. She lifted her legs off the floor and lay her entire body across the sofa. Dawn didnât move. She remained motionless with terror.
Sam rose from his easy chair and approached Dawn. He stared down at her, passing his eyes over every inch of her naked body. Dawn squirmed uncomfortably under his leering eyes, and covered her breasts with her hands.
âDawn, I want you to hold completely still,â Sam said. âAnd you have to place your hands on your sides.â
Dawnâs breathing escalated as she removed her hands from her chest, leaving her bosom exposed.
âWhat are you going to do?â Dawn asked. Nervous did not begin to describe her tone of voice.
âIâm going to bite your breasts, Dawn,â Sam said, and upon seeing her response, added, âno, no, no fidgeting, you have to hold still sweetheart.â
Dawn did her best to remain calm as Sam stooped to his knees. Had his hand not been securely around his pistol Dawn may have considered taking the opportunity to fight back, but being that he was well armed and in close proximity to her Dawn decided to wait.
âThatâs it, hold still, hold still,â Sam said very slowly and calmly. âYes, thatâs a good girl.â
Sam leaned forward, and placed his mouth around Dawnâs right breast. Dawn shut her eyes tightly when she felt the wetness of Samâs lips around her nipple, trying to block out this moment from her memory.
Sam took great pleasure in sucking Dawnâs tit. He sensually ran his tongue on and all around her nipple. Soon her nipple became stiff and hard, and Sam sucked it for several seconds. It tasted good.
Sam removed his lips from Dawnâs right breast and began to lavish his attention on her left. He did the same thing, licking her nipple softly and sensually for several seconds and then sucking it.
Sam then proceeded to chew on her nipple, very lightly, with his front teeth. Dawnâs nipples were very sensitive, and she began to squirm in discomfort.
Sam placed his hands on Dawnâs body, so as to discourage her from fidgeting, and he gradually began to bite Dawnâs breast harder.
âSam, youâre hurting me!â Dawn moaned.
Sam opened his mouth farther, and gave Dawnâs entire left breast a hard bite. She screamed.
Sam pressed both of his hands against Dawnâs torso, all while keeping the gun trained on her head as well. Dawn grasped the sofa cushion with her hands, trying to find a way to tolerate the pain.
Even as Dawnâs screaming continued, Sam kept his teeth clenched around her breast, and sank his teeth even harder into her tender muscle.
âSam! Please stop! Please stop Sam!â Dawn cried in agony. It wasnât until Sam could taste Dawnâs blood against his lips that he decided to release his clasp.
Sam looked down at his work, and saw bloody teeth marks all around Dawnâs left breast, with her blood dripping down her underarm onto his sofa. Sam pulled a hanky from his pocket and wiped the blood from the upholstery.
âAre- are you done?â Dawn asked, panting.
âNope,â Sam said, placing the bloody hanky aside. âStill got some bitinâ to do on righty, donât I?â
âNo, please!â Dawn pleaded. âDonât bite me again Sam please!â
Sam placed his hands on Dawnâs torso once again, and placed his mouth around Dawnâs right breast. The swelling in her nipple had gone down a bit, so Sam licked it once again until he got it nice and stiff.
Sam then proceeded to bite the tip of her nipple, just enough to get a good grasp on it, and then pulled his teeth away to stretch it. Dawn attempted to lean forward, but Sam kept her upper body pressed against the sofa to stretch her nipple as far as he could get it.
He was only able to stretch it a few inches before it split and burst, causing her blood to dribble down her bosom once again. Dawn was screaming and sobbing, begging Sam for mercy.
Sam wiped up her blood once again, but his excitement at witnessing Dawn in all of her painful agony aroused him greatly. He briefly considered raping her right there on the couch, but decided against it. Dawnâs rape needed to be done where she could be properly restrained.
âWeâre going to go down into the basement now, Dawn,â Sam said. He took Dawn by her hands, and pulled her to her feet. She stood very still, her sobs having gradually subsided.
âYou go down first, Dawn,â Sam said. âLeave your clothes here, you wonât need them.â
Sam led Dawn from behind into a narrow stairway that led down to the basement. As Dawn descended the stairway, dank, drafty air brought out goosebumps all over her naked body. The wooden stairs were cold against Dawnâs bare feet, but the fear she felt at that moment was colder than anything else in the house. Sam kept his gun pointed at Dawnâs back as he followed her down the narrow stairway.
When Dawn felt her feet touch cold concrete she stopped. The musty smell of the old basement filled her heart with dread. Dawn mentally prepared herself for the very worst.
Sam flicked on the hanging light bulb, and Dawn gasped as she laid her eyes on the torture devices around her.
âOh God oh God oh God oh God oh God!â Dawn whispered to herself.
âNo, now, donât worry dear,â Sam said. âI wonât be using all of my toys on you tonight. I would like you to step over to that restraining post and bend over as far as you can.
Dawn was shaking in her skin as she approached the strange wooden device in front of her.
She walked directly behind it and wasnât sure what to do. She turned back to look at Sam.
âItâs a simple device,â Sam said. âJust bend over the top of it, the straps on the sides will secure your arms and legs in place. It wonât hurt; itâs just going to keep you in place so I can have sex with you from behind.â
Dawn trembled as she leaned over the side of the post, and placed her hands into the restraints.
âIâll need you to spread your legs apart for me Dawn, nice and wide now,â Sam said.
Dawn did as she was told, and spread her legs to the edges of the retraining post.
Sam kept careful watch as he secured the restraints around her ankles, and then around her wrists. Once Sam was satisfied that Dawn was tied into place, he set his gun aside.
âNow then, letâs get started shall we?â Sam said. Sam dropped his pants, and simply admired the sight before him. Dawnâs legs were wide open. He could see her pussy lips dangling, just waiting to be fucked.
Sam walked up behind Dawn, and placed his palm against her hip. Her skin was so soft, he ass cheeks were so round and firm, Sam felt his cock erupt into a massive erection.
Sam stepped forward, and thrusted his cock into Dawnâs pussy.
She gasped upon the impact. Her pussy was so soft, so tight; he lost control of his body as he rocked his pelvis back and forth. Dawn couldnât take the intense pain and screamed out in agony. Her pussy wasnât wet enough, and Sam was having trouble getting pleasurable friction from her.
Sam withdrew his cock, and removed from a nearby tool box a bottle of lubricant. He squirted a bit onto his cock, and then, noticed Dawnâs round little asshole sitting open and waiting for him. Sam took the bottle of lube and inserted the nozzle into Dawnâs anus, and squirted a good amount up inside her rectum. He withdrew the bottle and carefully maneuvered his cock inside Dawnâs ass. Dawn screamed once again, but this time the feeling was much smoother, much more satisfying. Sam began pounding Dawn; fast and hard, rubbing his cock in and out of her asshole back and forth, and the feeling was immensely satisfying.
Dawn, however, was in considerable pain. She had never been fucked in her ass before, although many of her dates had tried to talk her into it. Dawn shut her eyes, praying for the experience to end. Sam showed impressive stamina, and managed to continue assbanging her for several minutes without slowing.
Dawn took a deep breath once she felt Sam finally come. He kept his dick firmly between her cheeks until he blew his entire load into her ass. He lingered inside her for several minutes, waiting for all of his aftercum to seep into her anus as he pondered what he wanted to do to her next.
He stared down at her bare back. Dawnâs helplessness was what made this so exciting. Sam felt powerful, in control. Sam ran his index and middle fingers up her spine, feeling the curve of her backbone. Dawn trembled in terror. She didnât dare speak a word; instead she prayed that this nightmare would soon come to a close. Unfortunately for her, it would.
Sam zipped up his pants and retrieved his handgun. Sam had gotten everything he wanted from her. Everything that is, except her life. Sam placed his Glock against Dawnâs temple, and placed his finger on the trigger. Dawn screamed.
âOh God, please, Sam no!â Dawn shook with terror. âDonât kill me!â
Sam wanted to do it. He wanted to shoot her right there, blow her brains all over his basement floor, and give himself the greatest climax of the best evening of his life. But Sam had a plan already set, and this was not part of it.
âDawn,â Sam said. âDo you want to live?â
âYes!â Dawn said. âPlease, please, donât shoot me!â
âThen I need you to do something for me.â
Dawn gulped.
âAnything,â she said.
Sam smiled. He crouched down and began to unfasten her arm and leg restraints.
âI want you to take a walk with me,â Sam said.
Dawn was very sore from the forced anal sex, but she managed to pull herself to her feet and face Sam. Her eyes were stained with tears, and her face was still filled with fear, both of which excited Sam greatly.
âUpstairs,â Sam said.
Sam marched Dawn up the stairway and back to the main floor of the house. He led her to the front door and instructed her to open it.
âMay I have something to wear?â Dawn asked. âItâs very cold out.â
Sam shook his head.
âWhere weâre going is not very far. You wonât need any clothing there.â
Dawn fearfully opened the front door, and cringed as the cold air brushed against her still naked body. Sam pressed his gun against her lower back and thrusted it forward to keep her moving.
The gravel pathway stung her bare feet as she attempted to walk upon it. Sam pushed the gun harder against her back to keep her moving quickly. He led her away from his house and into the foreboding forest.
Dawn kept her arms wrapped tightly around her torso to keep warm as she attempted to navigate between the twisted and gnarled trees around her.
âHow much father is this place?â Dawn asked, before cringing as she stepped on a pinecone.
âKeep walking,â Sam said.
Dawn began to lose track of where she was in the forest, not even sure if she would be able to find her way back to the cottage from where she was, but Sam apparently had the instincts of a dog, and pressed on unimpeded.
Dawn didnât want to do anything to anger Sam, but her anxiety got the better of her.
âSam, tell me, where are we going?â she demanded.
Sam held the gun to the back of Dawnâs neck.
âI said keep walking,â Sam said. Dawn trembled.
They pressed on. Dawnâs feet were now in considerable pain from stepping on pinecones and pine needles. Her naked body also accumulated a large number of scrapes from bumping into trees and sharp branches in the dark, but Sam remained close behind to make sure she did not stray from their path.
They continued to walk for several minutes, and Dawn was nearly exhausted. Samâs pulse raced as they grew nearer their destination, knowing that his plans for Dawn were almost complete. As they made their way through the last clump of trees, Samâs heart was pounding furiously as a clearing came into view.
âHere we are, Dawnâ Sam said.
âWhat is this place?â Dawn asked.
âGo ahead, take a look,â Sam said.
Dawn stepped forward into the clearing, trying to make out what it was they had come all this way to see. And then she saw it. Lit softly by the dim moonlight, in the center of the clearing, was a large pile of dirt, with a shovel protruding from it. Next to it, was a hole in the ground, six feet deep. It was a grave. Her grave.
Dawnâs heart sank, and her face filled with terror.
âOh my God!â she said, panic-stricken. âOh my God, youâre going to kill me!â
Dawn stared at Sam in terror, who stepped towards her with his gun raised.
âDawn,â Sam said.
Dawn tried to speak but no words could come out.
âDawn, Iâve been obsessed with you since the day we met. Your beauty, your charm, itâs captivated me for months. All this time Iâve been wanting to make you mine forever. Tonight, you will be.â
Tears poured from her eyes as she stepped backwards, but Sam stepped towards her, keeping her little over an armâs length away.
âSam, please donât,â she begged. âPlease donât kill me Iâll do anything you want. Anything, just donât kill me.â
Dawn had never been more desperate in all her life.
âIâm sorry, Dawn,â Sam said. âBut it has to end like this. I canât let you live.â
âPlease!â she screamed. âNo one will know about tonight! I wonât tell the police, no one will know, itâll be our secret, a special secret between to two of us!â
âNo,â Sam said. âDawn, I need you to get down on your knees.â
âNo!â Dawn pleaded. âI donât want to die! Please, please donât let me die here!â
Dawn was now sobbing uncontrollably. Sam tried to find a way to console her.
âDawn if you cooperate with me I will make it quick and painless,â Sam said. âIf you donât, Iâll make it very painful, now whatâs it going to be?â
Dawn sobbed and shook her head.
âWhatâs if going to be, Dawn?â Sam repeated. âDo you want it to be fast, or do you want to suffer?â
Dawn looked Sam in the face pleadingly.
âWhat do you want me to do?â she said.
âTurn towards the grave, and get down on your knees,â Sam said.
Dawn turned to her side, and dropped to her knees. She held her arms against her chest and squeezed them tightly.
Sam walked up behind Dawn, and pointed his gun at the back of her head. His hand trembled. He could feel his pulse pounding inside his head as he prepared himself for what he was about to do.
âDonât do this, Sam!â Dawn said. âDonât do this Mother Mary Jesus donât do this!â
Dawn began to whisper a prayer she had learned as a child. Sam kept his gun locked on Dawnâs head, his finger on the trigger. He had to do this.
A cloud shifted, and moonlight shined down, allowing Dawn to see the very bottom of the grave. The cold, dark dirt stared forebodingly back at her. She continued to sob.
Sam stared sadistically at Dawnâs trembling naked body. He thought back to her picture on her MyPlace page, and the rush he had gotten when he first concocted his plan to murder her. He imagined her screams, and the rush heâd gotten from kidnapping and raping her. He thought about how much heâd enjoyed marching her through the dark, cold woods, bare naked, to her death. Heâd enjoyed every minute of it.
He was ready.
âHappy Birthday, Dawn,â Sam said. âI hope you like the present I got for you. Iâm going to give it to you now.â
Dawn closed her eyes as Sam squeezed the trigger. The explosion rocked Samâs entire arm as the bullet shot from the barrel and passed through Dawnâs skull, killing her instantly. Dawn fell face first onto the cold dirt, next to the gaping grave next to her.
Sam stood motionless for several seconds, shocked at what he had done. Smoke seeped from the barrel, and Sam could hear the sounds of frightened animals in the nearby forest fleeing.
He lowered his arm to his side, and stared down at Dawnâs body. She lay very still.
Sam dropped on his knees and held his fingers against the side of her neck. He could not feel a pulse. He had done it. Dawn Priestly was dead.
Sam placed his open palm against Dawnâs lower back. Her skin was still warm. Sam sat down next to her, took her hand, and held it for several minutes.
He rolled her over and stared at the front of her body. She still had plenty of body heat left in her. Sam rested his hand on Dawnâs thigh, and sat with her in the forest clearing for several hours.
When Sam was ready, he rose to his feet, and grabbed Dawn by her arms and pulled her into the grave. Her body dropped loosely down into the cold dirt. Sam did his best to straighten her limbs to make her look somewhat natural, and then took up the shovel.
âGood bye Dawn,â Sam said, taking one last look at his first victim. She was still wearing the silver necklace he had given her. Sam decided to let her take it with her.
Sam took a shovel full of dirt from the pile, and dropped it down on top of Dawnâs corpse. It almost hurt him, seeing his beloved Dawn covered in soil. Sam suppressed his feelings, and shoveled all of his dirt pile into the grave.
The sun peeked out over the horizon as Sam finally finished filling Dawnâs grave. He patted the shovel against the surface, and covered the dirt with leaves and twigs.
He took a minute to breath in the morning air, and carried the shovel with him back to the cottage.
Samâs cottage looked very peaceful in the pale morning light. Sam placed the shovel back in his shed, before returning inside his cottage.
Sam felt like a new man as he walked in through the doorway. He kicked off his boots and made his way into the den. Dawnâs dress was still sprawled out over the couch, and her panties still lay alone on the floor, next to her heels. Sam picked up the two garments, and smelled their pleasing aroma. Although he didn’t want to, he would have to dispose of all of these garments if he hoped to get away with his crime.
Sam spent most of the morning scrubbing and cleaning. He washed up all of the blood he could find, and disinfected all of his instruments with bleach.
By midmorning he returned to his car for a long ride home.
***
*****
***
Sam thought of nothing but Dawn as he drove down the freeway back to Grand Blanc. As much as he now felt she was a part of him, there was still a bit of a longing. It hurt that he could not kill her again. Sam was starting to regret having disposed of her dress, but he knew it was for the better.
Feeling a bit of a hunger, Sam stopped at a small roadside cafe.
Sam entered the front door to find a cheery, well-lit restaurant, complete with the checkerboard tablecloths and the chalkboard with the dayâs specials scrawled on it.
Sam took a seat in one of the booths and picked up a tall plastic menu that was tucked behind the salt and pepper holders. He could hear the quiet chatter of other patrons, and he peeked out over the top of his menu to see a pretty waitress quickly scurrying up and down the aisles with a small notepad. She was wearing a white blouse with a yellow apron strapped around her waist, and a short poofy red skirt. Although Sam only got a glimpse of her, he noticed she had shimmering blonde hair and fantastic legs.
Sam read over the menu, pausing every few seconds to peek up over the top to see if he could catch another glimpse of the blonde waitress. Every few seconds she would appear again, and attend to another table and refill the coffee cups.
Sam resumed reading the menu.
âHi there, how you doing this morning?â
Sam looked up from his menu to see the blonde waitress standing at his table, smiling down at him.
âIâm doing great, thank you,â Sam said.
âIâm Heidi, Iâll be your server,â she said. âAre you ready to order?â
âYes,â Sam said. âYes I am.â
Read 31089 times |
Rated 73.2 % |
(82 votes)
Vote list (Close) :
Please rate this text:Â Â Â
Nigel is in the middle of a covert mission that ends up flying high in the throughs of passion. Any and all feedback appreciated – it’s been a while since I wrote!
**The first part of the story repeats in each chapter in order to introduce Tami**
This story is much less of a story and more so of constant fucking.
This chapter is finished, however I will go back through to make sure there aren’t any boring parts and removing mistakes.
Away at a conference met up with married women. Meeting wasn`t a coincidence.
Redheads are great even if they are co-workers!
Another hot story from Tom and Jenna
A man finds out why he has become addicted to a woman
Lilo & Stitch Ride Again
It had been 11 years since Lilo and Stitch had captured all 626 evil
experiments and turned them to good. Stitch had been lost but had
since regained contact via postcards. Jumba and Plekely had returned
to Jumba’s evil lab, now a successful law firm. Nani and David got
married 2 years later. David died on the honeymoon in a surfing
accident. They never found his body. It was hard for Lilo. She went
through high school with relatively no friends, and she failed to get
into any college, and is now working as a secretary in Farmer Tom’s
Discount Plastic Surgery. It was an okay job. Decent pay, little work.
No benefits except for 1 free procedure. Lilo had grown up a pretty
girl, and was identical to Nani at that age, minus two areas: she had
long, lucious legs and huge, firm breasts. When women came in for a
boob job, they often asked to have what Lilo had. Tom, her boss, was a
nice man. Early 60’s, slightly receding brown hair. Born in
California, he had a bit of a tan, enough that tourists thought he was
a local. Tom had Lilo do a special job every Tuesday morning. In
exchange for double pay, he got a blow job, triple for vaginal sex,
and 5 times pay for anal. Although she had only worked there for a
year, these “extra jobs” allowed Nani to give up work intirely. In the
year Lilo worked there, she had never gone for the third option.
Today, that was about to change…
“Morning Lilo, and isn’t a lovely morning?” said Tom.
“Em, I suppose so.” Lilo answered. “Isn’t there anything special about
today?” “No, not that I can- oh wait, it’s Tuesday, isn’t it?” Lilo
answered sincerely. “Well yes, but… today’s your first anniversary
of working here. And seeing as it’s a Tuesday, I’m going to increase
our “special rates”. Blowjob is an extra weeks wages, normal sex is an
extra months wages, and anal is an extra years wages.” Lilo stood
shocked. She earns just over 60,000 per annum. It was too tempting to
turn down. “I’ll take the third one” she whispered. “Sorry I didn’t quite catch that.” He was trying to
humiliate her. It worked. “I’ll take the third one” “Again?” “I’LL
TAKE THE THIRD ONE!!!” she shouted, obviously frustrated. Good thing
they only did admin work on Tuesdays, and there were no patients
there. “Ah, I thought you said that. Please, join me in my office.” he
said, pointing the way. As she walked past he slapped her roughly on
the ass. “That’s foreplay done with then, straight on to the big
show.” he said with a laugh, then he shut the door behind him.
“Okay Lilo, bend over. You can trust me, I’m a docter!” he joked as
tumbleweed drifted past… She did as told, despite the joke. “Now
take off your clothes, but slowly.” She knew the drill by now. She did
a little strip tease, and was now naked. He soon joined her. He was no
slouch when it came to size. His 11 inch python neary trailed the
floor, it seemed. Lilo was quick to work, as she kneeled down and
tried to devour his entire cock. It was managable flaccid, but as soon
as it got a bit stiff she gagged. “It’s okay honey, you’ll be able to
do it eventually. Now what position do you prefer?” Lilo didn’t have a
preference, she loved them all. “Doggy-style” she finally chose.
“Excellent, my favourite too. Now before the main event I’m going to
stick it in your pussy, just for lube. Now bend over doggy!” Like an
obedient pet she followed her master’s order immediately. “You ready?”
Tom asked. She nodded. Without hesitation, he thundered into her tight
pussy. Instantly he was balls deep. He fucked her for 5 mins this way,
giving her two orgasisms. “Alright, now I’m going to switch holes,
ok?” Again, she just nodded. He pulled out and inserted a finger into
her pussy. He then worked it into her ass. Damn it was her first time.
Slowly he worked in 2, then three. He stopped, and held them there. He
entered her sweet pussy again, but this time slowly. She shuddered
immediately. 3 orgasms. He withdrew from both orifices, and brought
the purple head to her anus. Once again he eased the head in. When it passed her loosened sphincter, it made a ‘pop’ sound. He pushed slowly and gradually into her ass, stopping every once and a while. After 3 mins he was all in. “Okay, I’m all in. Now I’m going to start thrusting, is that ok?” he said. She could only muster a nod through all the pleasure. He started to slowly pull out until only the head was still inside. “Ready?” He didn’t give her a chance to answer. He drove his full length into her virgin ass-hole. “AHHHHHHHHHHHH” she shouted in extreme pain. “Shut the fuck up bitch”. This shocked her, or should I say, it would’ve had she not of been in terrible agony. He thundered into her holiest of holes as hard as he could. She was shrieking in agony, so he shoved his nearby tie into her mouth. He carried on like this for 20 pain-filled minutes for Lilo. He pulled out and slammed it into her still-wet pussy. The force of this caused her gag to fall out. “Take it bitch, take it all!” “Wh-why are you do-doing this to m-me???” She could barely speak. “Because, my dear, our little arrangement is costing me too much. So I decided that I could just have it for free. After I’m done with you, you’ll be going away for a little while. Don’t worry though, my cellar is very comfertable. And soundproof, so you’re not bothered by any outside interference”. “People will see that I’m missing”, she replied, now more able to speak. “Oh it was tragic. She was so young. And her poor sister, another lost in a ‘surfing accident’. Yes, she was so distraught that she took her own life.” While he said this he had stopped pounding Lilo. “You bastard you won’t get away with this!” “Oh I will. Now we’re done conversing so shut the fuck up!” He punched her in the face, breaking her nose. He reached for the tie/gag and returned it it’s new home. He regained his previous pace, thrashing in and out of Lilo. Lilo, strangely enough, hadn’t been crying up till now, even when he broke her nose. She silently cried for a different reason: she was starting to like it. Tom could sense this. “Yeah, you like it, don’t you whore!” With this, he pinched her clit. This sent Lilo over the edge. She shouted again, but now in pleasure. 4 orgasms. “No, no, no STOP! PLEASE!” “Ah c’mon, we both know how you really feel” he said as he pinched and twisted her clit. 5 orgasms. “NO, PLEASE! STOP!” She was strong willed, a trait she inherited from her sister. “Bitch, I’m not done yet. Hey Steve!” ‘What?’ She thought. There was no one else here. While she was pre-occupied thinking about it, she didn’t notice Officer Steve approach her, naked. It being a small town, there was only a small police station, and Steve was the only cop. Well, that and Steve’s elderly father Jim, who was deaf, couldn’t really walk and just wasting time before he shuffled off this great plane. He shoved his 10 inch python into Lilo’s mouth, deep-throating her. She was too surprised to act, and he continued to mouth fuck her, not stopping for air for Lilo. She was about to pass out when he pulled out. So did Tom. ‘Finally’, she thought, ‘it’s finally over.’ Of course, she was wrong. Tom slid underneath her and entered her pussy. Steve stood where Tom stood, and entered her ass. “On the count of 3, ok? 1, 2, 3!” Lilo wondered what Steve meant. She didn’t have to wait long to find out. They slammed into her in unison, then thrusting alternately in and out of her. Again, she screamed in terrible agony, but after a while, once again, she began to feel pleasure building. “Aww shit, I’m going to cum!!!” Tom shouted. “Let’s make a beatiful half-caste whore baby together! Would you like that?” She couldn’t answer. She physically couldn’t. The stimulation she was receiving was too much. 6 orgasms. “AHHHHH TAKE MY HOT CUM!!!!!!! AHHHH!!! Tom came hard in Lilo’s teen pussy. “Ah that was so good. Enjoy your whore baby bitch! Hey Steve, hurry up, we need to get going.” “Arite man” He doubled speed, if it was possible. He lasted another 2 minutes, then he pulled out and moved to the front. He shoved his cock down her throat. Why she allowed it? She was lost in the exstacy. 7 orgasms. She could taste her ass and his precum from his cock. He pumped away for only another minute. He pulled out and unleashed his full load on Lilo’s face. Her entire face was covered, some of it got caught in her hair, and a lot of it coated her back. Tom, now dressed sporting some rubber gloves, held a tooth brush in one hand, a bowl in the other. He slowly and diligently collected all of the cum in the bowl, then got a turkey baster, filled it with the cum and shoved it hard into Lilo’s pussy. “Just to make sure this whore has a bastard kid. Alright, now let’s get out of here. You knock her out an-” Tom couldn’t finish his sentence. He slumped into a pile on the ground. Lilo noticed a scorch mark on his back. “A plasma gun? But only…” She looked up. Sure enough, there was Stitch standing on Steve’s lifeless body. “C’mon, we have to leave now. Get dressed and we’ll get out of here!” Lilo was taken aback. Here was her long lost friend. “You can speak english?” “Well, you didn’t expect me to do nothing in the last 10 years! Now hurry”. Lilo started crying. Again not in pain, but in joy. Her friend was back. She got dressed and they ran home. It was now night time, and nobody saw them run the relatively short distance to Nani’s house. The old family home.
to be continued
Read 56520 times |
Rated 74.1 % |
(201 votes)
Vote list (Close) :donb9033
: NEGATIVEhiwhatisup
: POSITIVERaju
: NEGATIVELuca13
: POSITIVE
Please rate this text:Â Â Â
If you haven’t read the first chapter, this one might not make sense.
Earl blackmails his co-worker
FLY THE FRIENDLY SKY’S
“Jesus, shit, fuck, blue, christ” I thought, “Could you possibly take longer to put your shit back in your fucking bag” ? I wondered. I had 124 more cattle to load and this flight was bumped ahead of the rest of the fleet to depart.
I work for Airport Authority, and on the weekends it is a major bitch. It had it’s rewards, such as rolling drunk passengers for loose bills or fondling the hot ones that were dumb enough to make it into secondary. Having a passenger go into secondary was easy enough, all the sensors and detectors employed by Airport Authority were user adjustable for sensitivity. When a pigeon approached you “adjusted” the sensitivity to cause a false alarm and bingo, you had a pigeon in custody.
My partner in crime was Sol, fucking eye-talian from “joisey”. Together, we started “doing” passengers out of sheer boredom and found that, until we started, we had been in the minority. Seems most of the jokers here have been doing this, and worse, for quite a while.
It’s simple, spot a cutie traveling alone, departing the international airport (that’s real important) and send her to secondary. We use the sensor adjustment or just “randomly” pick her for additional scrutiny and have her step into secondary. We make her wait, until all the witnesses have boarded and her frustration at missing her flight grows.
Then the fun begins. Behind closed doors she is ours. Most don’t speak english or very poorly, most are pretty docile and accept this treatment. It’s probably not to far from daily life in whatever-shit hole-they’re-coming-from or going to. Usually it’s titty squeezing and ass grabbing with some pussy rubbing thrown in. Once in a while, Sol or I will rub one out while the other is molesting the passenger. The strip search is mandatory of course, got to see the goods. And of course there are the ever-present surveillance cameras, not Airport Authoritie’s, but ours. We have a nice collection of videotaped “interrogations”.
Back to this flight; We receive word that the flight is to be boarded-but-delayed and held at the gate. Perfect timing, we’re near the end of the cattle call. I nod to Sol and he grins, then professionally hides his enthusiasm. Sol walks the line and scopes the remaining passengers for lone, foreign, hotties. First pass, Sol returns and says “muttly in green”. I look casually and see what he’s picked out. Short, fat, sloppy and ugly are not my tastes, but Sol is joking, They’re not his tastes either.
“Check the one in black” he says quietly. I do and I like what I see. She’s pushing 40, pretty, but not made up, not really looking for attention on this flight. Probably a bored professional, we have more trouble with the educated ones, they resist and want to talk to the consulate or their “abogado”. I watch her a little, not quite dismissing her yet. She is pretty, nice body, firm, strong, adequately proportioned with tits and ass, looks clean.
“Lets take her, slowly at first” I warn. Sol goes down the line. When he gets to her he walks past and then returns to her, where he’s not in her line of sight, great for intimidation. I see him mumble something to her, but cant hear what’s said. She looks confused and scared. Sol takes her by the arm and walks her out of line towards the secondary interrogation room. As he approaches to pass, he gives me the slightest eyebrow lift to indicate he likes this one. No one else stays at the screen table to wait for the pigeon. Good, traveling alone.
I close the gate and put the red flag over the door to signal that an interrogation is taking place. Usually green is for shoes and pockets, yellow for unknown hits that tripped the wand, red for lengthy interrogation due to a hit on the “no fly” list, uncooperative, trying to hide something, etc. I place my ballcap over the doorknob. This signals the rest of the guys that we’re playing with one of the pigeons and not to bother us or call the higher-ups because fo the red flag.
As I enter the room, the hottie is sitting down. Sitting in the chair with her hips flexed, you can see that she has a shapely ass and hips. A closer look reveals that she really is pretty, even without make-up. She looks european, olive/tan skin, pretty dark eyes, full lips. She’s wearing flat shoes, no hose, a simple dark skirt and matching vest over a white blouse. her light brown hair is pulled back into a simple pony tail. Very plain, almost like she’s trying not to be noticed. Fucking terrorist.
Sol, is talking to her in his crappy italian, then crappier spanish. Her eyes light up a little with his spanish, but she seems just as lost as before.
“What’s her passport say”? I ask.
“Portugal” Sol says.
“Make sure she doesn’t speak english” I tell Sol.
He looks at her with his serious face and say’s “We’re gonna rape the shit outta you”.
No response. Good she’s either deaf, understands english and has good self control or doesn’t understand english.
“I’ll wand her, you do the book”. I say.
Sol gets the book off the counter and starts talking to her quoting the airport menu of the week and the racing form, and anything else he can think of while pointing out meaningless references to the “vacation and sick day use” manual that was left in the interrogation room. I get the wand and meaninglessly “wand” her making the thing beep like crazy.
I put the wand down and motion for her to stand, she does. I have her turn away from me to face the wall and place her hands in the convenient yellow circles painted there. I make a show of putting on a latex glove in front of her and give her a menacing look. I go over the outside of her clothes, getting a nice layout of her body. I “accidentally” brush her left tit with the back of my hand and feel the resistance of her full, fleshy tit against it.
I kneel down behind her and run my hands up her legs, nice and firm as I squeeze them both from the inside. Pigeon winces and try’s to avoid the groping, but keeps her hands in the circles. I paw her ass and enjoy the cushiony feel of her ample but not flabby butt cheeks. She’s wearing simple cotton panties that I’ll take home as a souvenir.
I interrupt Sol’s rambling bus schedule and book routine by saying “Show her your car keys”.
Sol grins and complies, he likes the “car keys” too.
Meanwhile, this bitch is confused, offended and maybe terrified. If she’s not terrified now, she’ll be later. I check the ever present status board and determine that we have enough time to play before we dump Pigeon back on the plane.
With my hands, I motion for Pigeon to remove her blouse. She looks hesitant, but complies. Crappy, cheap, Kmart cotton bra and panties combo, $ 3.99. Nice tits, full, 34ish. I motion for her to take off her skirt, she does so as if expecting this to happen. I motion for her to turn slowly for inspection. I like her butt. I can see her camel toed pussy lips and where her panties rode up her ass crack on one side. When she steps I can see the fat in her leg, thigh, ass shift and move. Hot.
Sol shows her the car keys again and shakes them with emphasis. Pigeon looks lost as she covers her boobs and pussy with her hands. With my gloved hand I hold her by the hair and pull her head back to open her mouth. With my free hand I take my baton and show her the business end, then carefully, I touch her teeth with the blunt end of the baton. She understands now, no biting.
I feel around inside her pretty mouth with my fingers, under and the sides of her tongue, slick with spit. I make her gag with my fingers and do it a little longer than necessary, enjoying it. I pick up the baton again and insert it. I tilt her head up to allow the baton to enter the very back of her throat and jack the baton off in her mouth. I can see it interferes with her breathing when it’s too deep. Pigeon is crying now as I withdraw the spit-slickened baton. I let her sit.
I motion for her to remove her bra and, scared now, she does so without any reservation. I motion for her to stand and remove her panties, she hesitates, then, staring at me, drops her simple cotton panties on the floor, never looking away from me.
“Jeezus…” Sol says. I see what he means. Hairy pussy, not trimmed except away from her bikini line and off her legs, otherwise, no trimming at all. Didn’t see THAT under those panties. Most women, even skanks, oldsters, fatties, preggos, mormons, whatever, will shave the bush. Usually only european babes will sport the 70’s porno bush like this.
I turn her around, and before she knows what happened, cuff her hands behind her back. This brings a wild look from her, fear of what’s next. What ever it is, she’s helpless to do anything about it. I position her against a metal table while Sol uses a manacle on her ankles, she’s now tied to the table by her feet. I reach up and grab the rope Sol tied to a ring in the ceiling. I loop the rope around the cuffs and pull it tight. This brings Pigeon up with her arms behind her, bending her forward over the table, but she can’t rest her head on it because the rope isn’t long enough. She can’t lift her legs to allow her head to reach the table because of the manacles. Not only is she helpless, she’s uncomfortable as hell, completely immobilized and scared.
I get down on my knees behind her at ass level and part her nice fleshy ass cheeks to see her butthole. Nice. Not hairy like her pussy. I play with her pliant cheeks and bounce them a little. I stick my face into her ass and lick her pussy hole. Clean, almost like soap, “no gravy on the fry’s”. Must have showered just before the flight.
I lick her asshole as I pry her cheeks apart hard, she winces at this and resists, too late now, Pigeon. I tongue fuck her and slobber into her ass crack, licking the whole crack from the small of her back to her pussy in long full strokes. I run my hand up her leg with my thumb extended. As I near her cunt, I insert my thumb into it and start thumb fucking her hard as I continue to eat her ass and pussy from behind.
This goes on for a few minutes and my tongue gets tired. I switch to three fingers and jam them into her cunt. Pigeon grunts the first few times and mumbles something plaintive. I’m working these fingers hard, pigeon is lubed pretty good and I notice I’m hitting bottom. I stick four fingers together and resume work, she’s grunting every time now and is in danger of giving us away.
“Shut her up”, I tell Sol.
“M’Kay” he replies.
Sol takes her sock, balls it up and jams it into her mouth as a gag. No more grunting of moaning now, she’s concentrating on breathing too much.
I pick up the pace, by using my whole hand in her pussy. She’s not really ready for it, but I’m getting bored. I wedge my 5 fingers into her pussy and really have to work it into her. She’s really fighting it now, but can’t do anything about except breathe. There’s a lot of resistance from her snug pussy walls. It’s possible she’s never hand a kid and this would explain it. Most moms are capable of taking a fist pretty easy once they work up to it or it’s forced into them. Pigeon here is red in the face, sweating and breathing hard.
After a minute I’ve forced the pussy to open up and my hand reflexively curls in to a fist making a shorter, blunter tool. Pigeons head dangles as if she’s lost consciousness. I pause from my pussy reaming efforts and she pulls her head up to see if it’s over. She’s still awake. In the home stretch now (no pun intended) I force my fist up hard and deep into her pussy trying to punch her cervix. I pick her feet up off the floor each time and her ankles pull against the manacles. My arm is tired. I drop my hand out of her pussy and take a break, letting my tired arm recover. Pigeon hangs there by her cuffed hands and breathes between sobs. Through her bush pussy is a mass of red inflamed pussy lip, swollen from the fisting and abuse. Pussy secretions and sweat are running down her leg.
“Find anything”? Sol asks.
“Nothing yet”, I say with a smile.
Sol holds the keys up to her face and shakes them again. Pigeon looks on in confusion and pain.
“Alright, my turn” Sol says. And with that, he puts on an elbow length rubber glove. Sol moves into Pigeon’s field of view and snaps the thick rubber exam glove onto his hands. Sol moves behind the girl and kneels down to address the situation. He extends his index finger and jams it straight into her anus. Pigeon comes alive and starts to struggle and free herself shaking her cuffs and manacles uselessly.
“Looks like she figured out what’s next”, Sol laughed. Sol reamed her anus out with his finger for a minute.
“Nothing yet, need lube though”. Sol remarked. Not so much for any ones comfort but a dry fisting was difficult work and led to tell tale evidence, like blood trails.
Sol went to the cabinet on the wall and drew “Exam Lubricant” from the stores. In truth, I had brought a jar of vaseline from home. Sol opened the jar and started to coat his gloved hand with the vaseline. The smell alereted Pigeon to what was going on and she arched herself over to see what was happening. Once she caught sight of Sol greasing up his hand and arm, she started writhing and trying to break free again.
“Enough !” Sol said. and plopped himself down behind her.
Sol positioned 4 fingers at her anal entrance and applied pressure into her butt. Pigeon groaned through her nose and resisted as much as she could. Sol just kept his 4 finger assault in place and applied steady pressure.
“You gonna need a hand ?” I asked.
“If you don’t mind” Sol replied.
I stood next to her facing Sol reached over her with one arm to steady her and grabbing both of her ass cheeks with my hands, pried them open. This allowed better access for Sol and a better view for us both. I enjoyed the feeling of manhandling her ass. Firm but soft. I massaged her butt for my pleasure. I could see Sol’s fingers about halfway into her butt and working his way deeper as the lube worked itself into a lather and coated her well. Sol’s approach was straight forward, he had his thumb tucked in and as he would go deeper, all of his fingers and eventually his whole hand would be inside Pigeon’s ass.
Sol continued his work and after a few minutes of concentrated effort and sweat on his part he had most of his hand in her ass. Just as he was at the threshold, Pigeon started resisting again and fighting my grip on her and the assault on her rectum.
“Take a look”. I told Sol, and with that he withdrew his tired arm from her butt. What we saw was a nicely gaped asshole worthy of any good porno flick. Several small tears were surrounding her opening and minute amounts of blood had collected at them. This is common with internal exams of this type, couldn’t be helped.
“Try more lube” I suggested. And Sol was stabbing his hand into the jar of vaseline again. Back to work. Sol balled his fist up and placed it against Pigeon’s anus. Sol started twisting and screwing his hand in place and applying pressure into her rectum. No more subtle tactics. Sol wasn’t going to start a finger at a time, he was going to drive his fist right into her ass.
Pigeon resisted again as she felt the knuckles from Sol’s big fist start to rub her already sore anus. Sol applied pressure from his arm and shoulder and popped his fist just into her rectum. Pigeon went bat-shit-crazy and danced around manacled and cuffed as she was. She snorted in pain and disgust in between breathing.
“Whew”, Sol exclaimed, “This is like hard work”.
With that I continued to massage and squeeze her butt cheeks and Sol drove his fist into Pigeon’s ass incrementally. Deeper was the goal, until he hit bottom. As the lube from his gloved hand made its way deeper up into Pigeons rectum and colon and as the muscles relaxed with the forceful assault, Sol’s hand, then arm disappeared deeper in to her ass.
Pigeon’s head was hanging limp as her sweat matted hair covered her face and head. She had given up and submitted to the pain of her rectum stretched to the limit with a balled up fist forced up into it.
“I’m there” Sol said. Meaning he had hit bottom, where her rectum points left and turns into the colon.
“Ready” I replied, and with that landed a haymaker into Pigeon’s gut.
“Whoa, Felt It ! Sol said. With that Pigeon was aware and fighting again, this time just to catch her breath. I dropped the key I had palmed onto the steel table in front of her. She starred incredously at the key beleiving it had come from deep within her bowels.
Sol pulled his arm out of her rectum and inserted a few cotton balls to stop her up temporarily. Her asshole was ragged and almost prolapsed. It stood out like a set of anal pussy lips would. We stood up and let her arm restraint loose and turned her to face us. She was crying and beet-red in the face. We gave her the “your guilty” stare and she wouldn’t meet our eyes. Just then the over head speaker broke news about Pigeon’s plane being next to complete boarding and taxi. We had to finish and boot her quickly.
I held the key up to her face and yelled “where did you get this” ? on and on, nothing made sense, but it didn’t matter, she couldn’t understand a damn thing we were doing anyway. The best part was, she thought she had done some terrible crime of terror by carrying the key. She’d never complain about this once she was let go.
We wiped her down with wet soapy cloths, made her get dressed (except for her panties) and issued a stern warning. Sol gestured a “Shhh” with his finger to his lips. We then showed her the exit door the would lead her to the boarding ramp and escorted her to it. She left, trying to compose herself and walked down the ramp to board.
Walking back, one of our compatriots met us and asked if we had fun with the nun.
“What ?” I asked.
“Yeah, you guys cornered and interrogated a nun from Portugal”. He said.
Read 27738 times |
Rated 75 % |
(92 votes)
Vote list (Close) :assmonkey
: POSITIVE
Please rate this text:Â Â Â
I read a popular story on this site many years involving a stockade, and ever since I’ve noticed there’s a lack of pillory porn
Written by a carnie chick for another really awesome carnie chick