(MF, nc, v, sn)
By Anonymous Author
The day started like almost any other.
I walked to a nearby coffee house, one of those Starbucks Clones that have swept the country, especially Southern California, This shop, a storefront location, was located on a busy street but was completely empty when I walked in. I had been there before and found it to be rather cozy, and it seemed a fine place to while a way a few hours on my day off from work.
When I stepped in the door, my earlier low expectations were immediately destroyed. I had never seen a young woman working here, and today, behind the counter, stood a vision that overwhelmed me.
She had just turned 18. She was about 5'04", maybe weighed about 110 lbs or so, was either Hispanic or a very tanned white girl. She was wearing a short sundress with thin straps that were easy to see were not supported by a bra. The dress was short enough to show off her awesome legs. This was a girl who took care of herself, who took pride in her appearance.
We chatted about how empty the place always was and how she liked working there. I carefully elicited information from her so as to find common ground and use the information in a cleaver enough way so as to keep the flow going.
When she told me she had just graduated from a local high school, I recalled principal's name and told her I knew him. Her eyes lit up as I told her I had substitute taught at her school several times, and as she asked me if I knew certain people I gathered more and more info to establish more rapport. She was sharp, but naive as to men's ways.
When I told her I was 37 years old her eyes opened wide. Almost as old as her father, she told me. I told her that older people have more wisdom, and she agreed. Then she dropped the bad news. She was engaged. We talked about her fiance, who was in the military stationed in Korea. I realized then that the soft approach wasn't going to work here. She was very committed to him, she said, and even showed me his picture. All this time no one had even come into the store.
I looked into those stern eyes of a brave soldier serving our country and silently said to him, "If you had any idea what is about to happen to your girlfriend, you'd swim across the Pacific to save her..."
I ordered a bagel and cream cheese, knowing that it would require her to go to the rear of the store. She said, with a big sexy smile, "I'll be right back," and left. I walked to the front door, locked it and flipped the closed sign over. I noticed no one was around. I walked back to where she was cutting my bagel. "Hi, uh, I'll be right out..."
She appeared slightly nervous at me being in the back of the store. She was holding a long bread knife with a serrated blade. She set the knife down on the counter and I pushed her against the counter and grabbed the utensil. I needed to take control as soon as I could.
She just stood there for a minute, crying and pleading with me not to do this. Then I punched her in the stomach and as she doubled over, I hit her again, this one on the jaw. She flew back onto the floor, stunned and gasping for air. She must have laid there for two minutes.
Once she had caught her breath, I told her that if she made any loud noises or tried to get away, she'd get a lot worse, then said for her to strip. She was still sobbing, but she shrugged the one-piece outfit off her shoulders and it fell to he floor.
Now she had only the bra and panties to cover her from my eyes. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. As she stood there I could see that her long black hair reached the middle of her back.
Her breasts stood firmly from her chest. Her skin was creamy, with a few freckles. Her ass was firm and round inside her outfit.
Now she was crying harder, saying please, over and over again. I told her that if she didn't keep going that I was going to kill her. She reached up and slid the shoulder straps of the bra down her arms.
It fell to the floor, wrapped around her feet. Her breasts were perfect. Large, but not too large for her figure, with pink, fear stiffened nipples. Then she pushed the panties off her hips. Between her thighs was a small forest of black curls, which she tried to hide with her hands.
I slapped her hands from in front of her, so she stood with her arms to her sides, completely exposed to my eyes and hands. I roughly grabbed her breasts, and she began to scream. I punched her in the jaw, and her mouth filled with blood as she hit the floor. She was crying now. I pulled down my pants and stroked my cock a few times. Then I reached out almost and started to touch her. My hands moved slowly over her body, squeezing her breasts and ass.
I shoved a hand between her legs, doing something that made her jump. Then I started pinching her nipples, making her squeal in pain. This went on for a few minutes until I could no longer stand to wait.
I looked for a place to have her lay down while I violated her and found a large blanket on a shelf. I spread it out next to her shaking, quivering body, and told her to get onto it and position herself to please me. With just those instructions she climbed slowly onto the cloth, fresh tears falling on the sheet, and lay on her back with her arms at her side.
Then I told her to spread her legs. She did. Then her sobbing overwhelmed her and she curled up in the fetal position and cried.
I held the knife close to her skin and realized that I would either leave her now and hope she never identified me, or complete the act and decide then what to do with the only witness. She was not going to comply sexually, which was no real surprise.
"Please, sir..." she whispered, "I have a boyfriend and a family. Please stop. I'll do anything... please don't." Her begging, and her soft, raspy voice only turned me on even more.
I could feel my hard cock pressing up against my pants, calling for relief. I looked around the storeroom and saw a container of cream used for the coffee. I opened the carton and proceeded to pour it all over Wendy's lower body. The milky fluid startled her and she jumped in reaction. I pressed the knife blade against her throat and I lowered my head onto her wet stomach and began to lick the cream off. She cried even louder, but the increased pressure of the blade silenced her.
I moved away from her and pulled my pants down. My boxer shorts followed, and she pleaded with me to stop. "I've only been with my boyfriend, please don't!" Her face and eyes were puffy from her wailing, as my hard cock twitched at the sight of her nude, young body.
"You stupid fucking bitch, STOP your crying!!!" And with this I rammed my fist hard into her face. The first punch knocked out several teeth, and loosened a few others. I punched again, squarely hitting her right eye, which immediately swelled shut. Wendy whimpered as I stood up, and I kicked her several times in the ribs.
I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me. Without another word I shoved my hard cock into her still wet pussy and started pumping. She gasped as I entered her and then began to fuck into her tight passage. Her hands laid near her head, covering her eyes and wiping tears. I needed to watch them, I thought, when everything went bright white.
I saw a blur and her right arm swinging quickly at my face. Her tightly clenched fist caught me square in the middle of my face as I felt my own blood spray across the room. She had broken my nose.
I grabbed her arm and threw it onto the floor and pressed my other arm across her throat. I pushed harder against her windpipe as she slowly stopped resisting. My cock continued to pound inside her and I felt a nice rhythm developing. I wanted to think she was responding to my thrusts, but I knew she wasn't.
Her crying was silenced and I watched her erect nipples press against my chest as I fucked her harder. I was getting closer to coming, and I realized that if I came inside her, it would leave more evidence. I had been careful not to touch anything, not to leave fingerprints. I forced my tongue inside her mouth and she refused to respond. She was so beautiful, so young, and so sexy.
I pounded harder, her laying on a cold blanket on the floor, cream all over her, her legs flat on the ground, her face red and swollen. Her naked body all mine to do with what I wanted. I wanted her to suck my cock, but I knew she wouldn't. I held the knife in my left hand and pressed my right arm against her throat. I felt myself starting to cum and pumped even harder as it gushed into her young pussy. She cried even louder as she knew what was happening.
I laid on her body, still aware that she may try to hurt me again. She remained frozen. She whimpered to me, "Please let me go..."
I withdrew my limp cock from her and rolled her onto her stomach, carefully keeping the sharp blade pressed against her throat. "Please...don't hurt me anymore... I'll do anything..." She moved her ass away from me, and I realized that she thought I was going to sodomize her. She whimpered even more, pleading and begging me not to do it.
But, I was far too tired to anally violate her. The blood had stopped dripping from my face, and I looked at her supple body beneath me and saw every young girl who had ever rejected me. Perfect curves... perfect face... I knew it was time to leave. Someone would notice that the store was closed too long. I looked around for something to tie her up with, and retrieved a long, thin dishtowel that was within reach.
She continued to cry, to beg, and to plead with me to stop. Her crying both repulsed me and aroused me. Then I heard her say it. She finally cracked. She crossed the line. "YOU ASSHOLE... I WILL FIND YOU AND KILL YOU!" she screamed.
I felt so angry that she would threaten me, and knew that it was no idle threat. I could never walk the streets without fearing that she would recognize me. I quickly rolled the towel making it longer and slipped it under her chin and wrapped it around her throat. She reached her arms back and tried to stop me, and then reached for her neck to remove the ligature. She was seriously injured already, and her strength was weak. She said gasping, "Please... don't... I'm... sorry... stop!"
I pulled the towel tightly around her throat from behind, the weight of my body holding her against the floor. She struggled, but with no success. I pulled the towel tightly, and then released it. She gasped for air. I told her it was okay.
"Okay," she gasped, "Just don't do that again... Please...I couldn't breathe, you scared me..." she said. She continued rapidly breathing, trying to catch her breath. I looked at her perfectly shaped back, covered with sprinkles of blood and sweat, the back of her neck with the same combination of fluids, except with the cloth tightly wrapped around her.
I pulled tightly on the towel and she twitched hard, trying to push me off her.
She suddenly stopped and I heard and saw her body involuntarily eliminate all fluids. Urine and feces spilled out of her. I was surprised, and let up on the pressure. I heard her gasp loudly. Then I heard her start to vomit, her body and stomach contracting involuntarily, continuing for several seconds, coughing, crying. She whimpered, "Please... Daddy, Mommy, help me..."
She had parents. She had a family who loved her. They would find me. I thought of the revenge they would seek on me, and I pulled the ligature tightly around her again. This time, I decided, I would not let up. I would have to finish her.
My arms gathered all their strength as I pulled the towel tightly around her.
She stopped moving almost instantly, and I pulled tighter and tighter. I started counting, 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - until I hit 100. Then I let go.
I left the towel on her and rolled her over. Her eyes were wide open. Her left hand was hooked under the towel, her right hand laying lifeless next to her. Her mouth was wide open, in the last futile gasp for air. Blood, sweat, semen, urine, and feces were all over the floor.
I looked into lifeless brown eyes and felt sorry for her. I caressed her breasts, but they had lost their appeal. I stood over her, staring at her, and she showed no sign of life. I gathered my pants and got dressed. I looked out to the front of the store and saw that no one was at the door. I washed the knife off in the sink.
I peeked out the back door and exited. No one saw me as I casually walked away.
The next day I read the news reports about the Murder-Rape of a local girl. She was an honor student, model family, etc. I saw her parents on TV crying. The cops said they had no suspects.
Would I do this again? After experiencing that incredible high, it would be hard not to.
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