Fantasy Goes Wrong
Part-3-of-4
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Once the lady jogger’s anger was expanded, the phantom grabbed the drunk’s collar and quickly dragged him further into the dark. It was amazing the damage that a razor sharp blade can do to the human body in a matter of seconds. Another flick of his wrist and the drunk’s throat was cut from ear to ear. Then as suddenly as they’d appeared, the wraith and the lady jogger disappeared up the darkness, leaving the drunk bleeding his life out on the cold damp grass of the park.
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Again, in here exuberance Samantha stripped off her clothes as she leaped out of the car. But the lady jogger had such a euphoric high that instead of heading for the front door, she danced and cavorted naked around the front yard. The moonlight bathed her alabaster body as she did pole dance routines from her dancing days on our flagpole and when she turned cartwheels across the lawn. When I finally caught up with Samantha, I hoisted her over my shoulder and headed for our bedroom. As soon as I got to the bedroom, I tossed her on the bed and scampered in beside her. Taking her in my arms, I kissed her passionately on the lips. Samantha kissed me back fervently, then rolled me over and began undressing me. As my pants hit the floor, she pulled my briefs down, freeing my already hardened cock. Grasping my cock in her hands, Samantha began to probe the pee-slit, teasing it with her tongue. Then she licked the entire length of my cock, stopping to eagerly lick and suck on his balls, before moving back up and letting the head slide into her mouth.
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As Samantha sucked my cock, I felt my cock responding to both the memory of the night’s events and the enthusiastic ministrations of her mouth. As Samantha continued to suck my cock deeper down her throat, I could feel my balls begin to churn, warning me of my impending orgasm. Grabbing the sides of her head, I hump my hips up off the bed as I furiously fucked Samantha’s mouth. When my balls erupted, spewing my load into her mouth, Samantha greedily slurped down my cum, swallowing it all as fast as it filled her mouth. When I finished cumming, she continued to lick and suck on my cock, slowly urging it into a state of readiness again. Then she quickly jumped up on top of me, positioning my cock at the entrance to her pussy. Reaching out, I held her by her hips to assist her as I stared between our bodies. I love the sight of my cock piercing her flesh and disappearing into the folds of her pussy. When she finished lowering herself down onto me, I was in her up to the base of my cock, my pubic hair tickling hers as she positioned herself.
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When I looked up into her face, I saw that she had her eyes closed. Her mouth had come open and she was gasping, taking her own pleasure from impaling herself upon me. Trance like, she ran her hands up from my stomach across my rib cage and past my nipples. Once braced, Samantha began to move on me, her first thrusts starting off long and lovingly.
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She had been wise to blow me before our first coupling. After all the excitement of the evening, I hadn’t needed too many minutes between orgasms to regain a raging erection. But after relieving myself of my initial loud I now felt a considerably heightened control over myself. So now instead of being afraid of coming I actually was able to pump towards it.
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Her nipples, hard and dark, became my next targets. I rose up to her and flickered my tongue across the sensitive tips, biting them between my lips, stretching them out, and then allowing them to snap back into place. Sucking them hard, taking them deep into my mouth and rubbing my teeth across them until heated saliva trickled down the sides of her well-rounded breasts. As she franticly bounced up and down on my shaft, Samantha pulled my face harder against her aching breasts as if willing me to devour them.
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She was bucking on top of me and starting to moan out her pleasure. My thrusts were becoming powerful, maybe more than she expected. She was trying to mumble something, I think it was just an “oh fuck” or maybe an “oh my god”, whatever it was I couldn’t hear her, and I wasn’t about to stop. I held her tight as her bottom bounced up and down on top of my balls. She met my thrusts by ramming her pelvis down on mine. We rutted like animals in heat. Soon I had her screaming. Her screams were loud and urgent. I could feel the contractions of her pussy walls on my thrusting member. I could feel her the wetness increase with each jab of my cock. .
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Passion and tenderness gave way to heated lust, both bodies screaming for satisfaction and release. Rolling her onto her back, pinning her body beneath me, my throbbing cock quickly found Samantha’s moist, lubricated opening. With a single thrust I was fully inside her, refilling her with my manhood. My balls pressed hard against her ass as I held myself inside her, the hot, tight confines of her pussy threatening to suck the seed from my balls prematurely. With great effort, I withheld my release, instead drawing slowly away from her, and then cruelly thrusting into her once more. Her fingers griped tightly to my upper arms, her nails digging into my now well-muscled flesh as she threw back her head and let heavy groans of ecstasy escaped her sweet pink lips.
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Over and over, I thrust into her, adhering to her call for me to take her harder and faster. Sweat ran from my body, dropping onto her steamy flesh and trickling down her sides onto the sheets. With a deep groan, I pushed into Samantha one last time, my cock injecting her pussy with burst after hot burst of scalding hot cum, her pussy contracting and squeezing every precious drop from me as orgasm after orgasm washed through her.
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A few days later as Samantha cavorted happily around the kitchen wearing nothing but an apron, I indulged in a huge breakfast of bacon, eggs, and fresh squeezed orange juice. Samantha had wanted to fix me waffles and hash browns and grits, or whatever my heart desired, but all I want was the bacon and eggs. When I finally got her to settle enough to listen, I read her an article that caught my eye. “Hey, Sam did you see this article about the body that some jogger’s found in the park. The body had apparently lain hidden in the trees for nearly a week. The article went on to say that from all appearances his assailant had used some sort of knife on him. Judging from the severity of the damage done to the body the authorities suspected that his assailant must have really hated him. It definitely wasn’t robbery, because his wallet, watch, rings, and other valuables were still on the body. Because of the severity of the some drug lord used him as an example to others.
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“There’s a picture here and the guy looks like one of Aaron and Skeeter’s friends.”
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When Samantha looked, she turned a little pale as if she still remembered that infamous day. “You’re right, he was one of the bastards.” Then she reminded me that there were still 2-of them out there free to harm other innocent women. Eventually under the guise of being the friend of a rape survivor and wanting to know how to help her, Samantha had joined a rape survivors support group. Over a period of time she discovered that about 6 or 8-others had been raped by Aaron and his boys and because of fear had never reported it.
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Apparently, Aaron and Sheeter smelled a rat, because when news of the third death hit the papers, they disappeared in the dark of night to parts unknown. But I wasn’t worried because I knew that they would eventually resurface and we’d be waiting. During our wait, Samantha and I continued with our jujitsu classes. The 2-of us even started a self-defense class for the rape survivors to help them gain confidence and take their lives back. Teaching the self-defense class and helping the other rape victims did wonders for Samantha’s mental health. To my joy her sex drive was back and she was her old self again. She even developed a friendship with Janet, one of the girls in our self-defense class. Janet is 25, single, extremely hot, but since her rape she tries to hide it by wearing frumpy clothing. She has long, straight blonde hair, which she usually wears up in a chaste bun, long muscular legs, and nice, firm, plump perky breasts that bounce merrily as she walks. She wears tortoise-shell plastic framed glasses that constantly slide down her upturned pug nose, forcing her to push them back up every few moments.
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Besides girl’s nights out and shopping sprees together, Janet started joining us for dinner and even spending the weekend in one of our spare bedrooms. I didn’t mind their friendship, Janet it was good for my ego to take 2-such beautiful ladies out to eat. And she was good company for Sam while I was away on assignment. Which brings me to my present dilemma. I accidentally overheard a conversation between them. It seems on their girl’s night out they had been stalking and tracking the pattern of Janet’s rapist. They had copious notes on his life. They knew where he lived, who his wife and kids were, where he banked, bought groceries, his habits, normal movements and bar where he usual hung out. Samantha had even hung out in the bar and let the guy buy her a drink. She even danced with him.
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Worried about them, the next time I was home alone I went through their notes. Turns out like good generals, they even had a very detail written plan of attack. It seems that the next time I was out of town, Samantha was going to wear a disguise and go to the guy’s bar. Then she was going to let the guy pick her up and take her home. Under the guise of having a husband at home, she was going to get the guy to take her to the warehouse where she was raped. Then she was going to lure the guy inside where Janet would be waiting. Then they were going to deal with him, like her rapists had been dealt with.
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Afterwards they were going to leave the body in the basement of the warehouse where it probably wouldn’t be found for months, and were going to leave the keys in his truck in a part of town where it was sure to be stolen. By the time the body was found, his truck would either be in Mexico or stripped for parts. Actually it wasn’t really a bad plan.
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Later when the girls got home, I told Samantha that I was being sent on assignment, so when I went to work on Friday I wouldn’t be home until Sunday evening.
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Friday night I was sitting in the bar parking lot when Janet dropped Samantha off. If I hadn’t recognized the car and been expecting her, I wouldn’t have recognized Samantha. When she got out of the car Samantha looked like a total slut and was exuding sex appeal so strong that I could feel it all the way across the parking lot. She was wearing a black mini skirt that flared out from her thighs and displayed her very long smooth tanned legs. As she got out of the car, I got a glimpse of powder blue lace panties and matching blue garters holding up her sheer hose. The flesh between her nylons and panties was breathtaking and made my dick stand at attention. When she stood, her shapely ass was set off perfectly by her 5-inch stiletto heels. Samantha wore a black peasant blouse that was off her shoulders and I just knew she wore no bra. She was wearing far more makeup than was her habit, and this was top off with a long black wig to hid her auburn hair. She looked so luscious and I was so thrilled with how she looked. I wanted to run across the parking lot and fuck her right then on the hood of a car.
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I too was in disguise, so when things got busy, I slipped into the bar. Grabbing a beer, I faded into a dark corner and watched. Once I was sure that they were ready to go, I waited until Sam went to the restroom to call Janice, I took off. I park my bike back in the woods and was barely inside the warehouse when Janet drove up. I watched from the shadows as Janet concealed herself near the mattress and wait.
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Samantha and Janet’s rapist were groping each other like 2-horney teenagers when they stumbled into the room. Somewhere between the bar and here, he’d pulled her blouse down around her waist and her milky white breasts were gleaming in the moonlight. When he started to lower Sam down on to the mattress, Janet stepped out. Not being as drunk as they thought, he shoved Sam into Janet’s path and fled. By the time the girls had got untangled and gotten back on their feet, he had disappeared into the dark.
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Knowing he was heading for the door, I was waiting. When he was about 15-feet from the door, I blocked his path banishing my fillet knife. Seeing me he let out a low wail of fear and fled back into the darkness of the warehouse. For the next 30-minutes as he ran franticly in useless circles through the warehouse, the girls taunted him from the dark, reminding him of how he’d callously raped Janet and that it was time for retribution. He never knew when or where it was coming from, but from time to time, either Janet or Samantha would materialize from the dark and either strike or kick him. In a frantic attempt to save himself, the guy ducked away from them and sprinted for the exited.
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The girls were caught so off guard that …
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Fantasy Goes Wrong
Part-4-of-4
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The girls were caught so off guard that he might have made good his escape, but as he ran past the basement stairs, I loamed up out of the dark and used a jujitsu take down and threw him down the stairs. As I moved back into the dark, the girls ran up and followed his moans down the stairs. When I was sure that Janet was in the process of finishing him off, I left.
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Instead of taking my bike home, I hide in the backseat of Janet’s car. In a few minutes she got in and soon we were following Samantha in the guys pickup into the barrio. In a rundown neighbor hood, Samantha parked and leaving the doors unlocked and the key in the ignition, jumped into the front seat beside Janet. They were both so sexually charged that I could smell their lust. They were both so excited that they kissed before we drove away. The whole drive home, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
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I couldn’t believe that they were so into each other that neither realized that I was in the back seat. It was all I could do not to laugh out loud, when about a mile from our house, Sam leaned over and put her face in Janet’s lap.
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When they pulled into our driveway, they both jumped out and scampered hand in hand into the house. Using my cell phone to activate the motion activated cameras, I patiently waited until they had time to get involved before I slipped in. as to be expected, I found them in our bedroom in our bed. Janet must have found Sum’s slut attire as hot as I did, because when I peek through the crack in the door, a very naked Janet was lying in bed beside a still dressed Sam. Sam wasn’t just dressed; she still had on her ‘fuck-me’ stiletto heels and her black wig. When Sam pushed Janet’s legs apart I could see moisture beading up on the pink flesh of the outer lips of her bald pussy. Looking up at her, Janet slipped her hand under Sam’s blouse and cupped her lovely breasts. Pulling the front of her blouse down, Sam purred, “Would you like to suck them?” Eagerly Janet leaned down and started kissing and licking them all over.
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One of Sam’s hands was possessively on the back of Janet’s neck and with the other she reached up and grabbed her breast. That encouraged Janet to move her hand between Sam’s thighs and place it on her pussy. Spasms of pleasure vibrated through Sam’s wide spread thighs as Janet pushed her panties aside and gently ran her fingers up and down her moist slit. With a giggle, Sam happily devoured Janet’s luscious breasts while Janet fingered her pussy.
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Moving down, Sam pressed her lips against Janet’s engorged clit and started sucking with a vengeance. Her tongue darted out and teased Janet’s clit, before she dove into her for a taste of her juices. Her taste was like aphrodisiac to Sam, causing an explosion lust to surge through her body. Janet quivered helplessly, totally turned on. Sam’s tongue flicked insistently over her clit, pushing her closer and closer to the brink.
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While Sam was eating her, Janet was working her but good and judging from the sounds, she loved it. Without taking her pussy off Sam’s mouth, Janet rolled Sam over on her back and straddled her in a 69 position. As Sam’s stiletto heels waved wildly in the air, Janet quickly positioned her head between Sam’s thighs and lowered her face down to her crotch and slid her tongue between Sam’s warm, moist pussy lips. When Janet licked up the length of Sam’s slit, Sam clamped her thighs against her head. When Janet’s tongue found the bud of Sam’s erect clit, Sam’s entire body shuddered her arousal.
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It was so beyond my wildest fantasy that I could hardly believe that it was happening at first. I was stunned by how good it felt to stand there and watch 2-sexy girls locked in such a passionate embrace.
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Trance like, I reached down and started stroking myself as I watched Sam caress Janet’s exquisitely beautiful face as Janet eagerly rubbed her wet throbbing slit against Sam’s grateful mouth. Janet was so hot and passionate that she obviously liked what they were doing as much as Sam did. While Janet’s mouth was working its magic on her, Sam’s mouth was giving her pussy a thrill, too. Sam started by burying her tongue as far into Janet’s broiling pussy as she could and the wiggling response of Janet’s hips told her that she was doing a good job. Gently parting the perky pink lips of Janet’s steaming pussy, Sam continued licking her boiling clit.
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God, what a mouth Sam had, one of her thumbs was strumming Janet’s clit while her nose was buried in Janet’s pussy. Janet squirmed and shifted her weight as Sam alternated between teasing her enflamed clit and her soaking pussy. Just as Sam cried out in orgasm, Janet erupted like a volcano, gushing cream all over her face.
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Backing down the hall, I slipped out the backdoor as silently as I’d came in. slipping out the back gate and into the wooded lot next door. Once out of sight, I jogged the half a mile to the nearest conveyance store and called a cab. At the airport, I retrieved my luggage from my locker and changed into my traveling clothes. Then waiting until a flight arrived from my supposed assignment city and I called Sam and told her that I got back early and asked her to come and get me. Both girls were as giddy as schoolgirls when they picked me up at the curb.
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It was nearly a year later and a fluke when I found Aaron and Skeeter. I was in another city half way across the country on assignment. As I was driving back to my hotel to meet Samantha, I was stopped at a red light when I just happened to glance to the side and see Aaron and Skeeter walking down the sidewalk. As I watched, they went into a bar.
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Later that evening as to be expected, Aaron and his boy Skeeter were still drinking and raising hell in the bar. Around 2 am Skeeter gets up and goes to the restroom. As he comes in I’m standing at the sink washing my hands. He apparently doesn’t recognize me or notice that I was wearing surgical type latex gloves, because he walked past me. Pivoting and bracing off my legs like a batter hitting a baseball I brought the chop from my chest and caught him right across the throat, crushing his larynx and cutting of his breath. As Skeeter hands went to his damaged throat and he gasped helplessly for breath, I shoved him into the handicap stall where Samantha was waiting. As he collapsed helplessly onto the commode, she used her fists to workout her anger on his defenseless body. By the time he suffocated from lack of oxygen, she’d marked up his face and broken most of his ribs.
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Our job done, I locked the door behind us so that it appeared the restroom was taken and we slipped out the fire door into the back alley.
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A few minutes later when Aaron got up and went to the restroom he found the door lock. Instead of standing in the hall waiting, Aaron stepped out the fire door exit into the alley. Moving away from the door, like the animal he was he pissed up against the wall of the building. Instead of immediately going back in he paused for some fresh air and a smoke. As he was lightening his cigarette he heard a noise. When he looked up he could just barely make out a shadowy form in the dark beside the dumpster. Thinking it was a homeless person and ever the bully, Aaron turned toward him. “You got a problem, buddy “… was the last words he ever spoke. The first 2-round hit him in the chest and were grouped so well you could have covered both holes with a playing card. Once Aaron was on the ground, the third shoot was fired at point blank range into his forehead.
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Probably hundreds of people heard the gunshots, but this was a neighborhood where everyone minded their own business so no one called the cops. A couple of hours later when the bartender brought out the trash and found the bodies, the shooter was miles away in bed in his hotel room.
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After the shooting, like a ghost, the shadow disappeared back into the darkness and slipped unobserved into the next alley where he quickly stripped off the paper contamination coverall and the paper shoe covers that he was wearing and put them in a shopping bag. Then he casually walked unnoticed the 2-blocks to where he’d parked his car. On the way back to his hotel, he tossed the murder weapon, minus the bullets and spent brass off the bridge into the deep end of the lake. The ammo went off the bridge into the lake also, but at a separate location. Only then did the killer remove his latex surgical gloves and put them in a random roadside trash barrel.
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As soon as the killer got back to the hotel, the paper clothing went through his paper shredder and then into the garbage shut to go out with the hotel’s trash before daylight the next morning.
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Later that night I was awaken by a call from my editor. Since I was in town already, wanted me to cover a double homicide that he’d just picked up off the wire service. Can you imagine my surprise when I got to the crime scene and found out that the 2-victums were none other than my 2-old buddies, Aaron and Skeeter?
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The official story was that the body of Aaron was found dead in an alley by the bartender and Skeeter was found in the men’s restroom. As near as the police could put it together, Skeeter was killed in the restroom and the assailant had locked the door behind him. Finding the door locked, Aaron had stepped out the fire exit and pissed in the alley. He stopped for a smoke and was shot from close range. Then the shooter moved in close and put 1-in his forehead executioner style. The shooter must have been a pro because there was very little forensic evidence. From the smudges the shooter was probably wearing some type of disposable shoe covers. Because the shooter had used a revolver there was no empty brass lying around. And since the shooter used Glaser rounds, the police could tell that the killer used either a .38 or a .357 but the bullets were so fragmented that there was no way for forensics to even match the rounds to a specific gun.
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Due to the lack of clues the killer was never found. Because of the professionalism and Aaron’s criminal history, the police believed that it was a mob hit. Apparently Aaron had pissed off the wrong person. Mob hits on other gang members aren’t real high on their priority list so I don’t think the police looked too hard for the killer.
Although the cops never had a clue who the murder was, Aaron sordid past furnished enough fodder to fill up the paper for a couple of weeks. By the time another story bumped him out of the limelight, I’d made sure that our readers knew about every sleazy dirty thing that he’d ever done.
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Apparently no matter where or how fast you run, you can’t escape your fate.
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The end…