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Archive name: susan.txt (MF, rp, v, sn)
Authors name: Looney (address withheld by request)
Story title : Susan Gets What She Deserves
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Susan Gets What She Deserves (MF, rp, v, sn)
by Looney (address withheld by request)
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A tease pays for her pleasure.
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Susan was in her mid-20s, and had long dark blonde hair
and dark brown eyes. She had an angular face with
relatively high cheekbones that gave her a look of
sophistication which she didn't hesitate to cultivate
under the appropriate circumstances. She also had a very
striking mole over the left corner of her upper lip,
which gave her something of the appearance of a fashion
model although in fact she sold real estate for a living
and was only about 5'6" and had an appealing but by no
means overwhelming figure.
In fact, although there was no denying that Susan was
very pretty, it wasn't so much her physical attributes
that attracted males as the way she carried herself. You
see, Susan was the very definition of a bitch, a cock
tease of the highest order, and had the ability to make
any guy drool over her when she wanted, as much as she
wanted.
However, she didn't do this all the time -- Susan was a
master of manipulation and would save her best acting for
younger guys, usually still in college or high school.
Susan was no virgin, in fact she fucked more than her
share of older, financially successful men. Many of whom
she met through real estate deals. All of whom were more
than happy to spend their money on her in exchange for a
taste of her pussy, but nothing got her off like playing
around with the kids.
She was so self-absorbed she even kept a diary of her
"performances", to amuse herself when she got bored.
Certainly, Susan's outer beauty was more than matched by
the ugliness of her soul.
Once upon a time, Susan worked her evil magic on a 17-
year-old guy named Terry. They met at a coffee place
where Terry worked part time. Susan's decision to begin a
performance was usually spur of the moment, and she was
so practiced at deception she could go into a routine at
the drop of a hat. For Terry, she went with one of her
favorites, the helpless woman with too much to carry.
Terry happily carried her bags to her car while Susan
drank her latte.
Susan then followed her usual pattern: she made it a
point to drop by the coffee place unannounced, always
acting sweet and innocent, always dressing provocatively,
and always making Terry feel like he was the most special
thing in the world. Terry finally worked up the nerve to
ask Susan out, and was ecstatic when she accepted.
Of course, Susan had no intention of going out with this
guy. Instead, she waited until the last minute and then
cancelled. Terry was hurt but undaunted. He asked her out
again, and again she accepted. This time Susan stood
Terry up. The third time, Susan came to the coffee place
earlier in the day, dressed in an incredibly revealing
black sleeveless mini dress and black patent leather high
heel pumps.
Susan told Terry that she just couldn't see him, and that
she hoped he would understand. She played the perfect
innocent angel until Terry got desperate and begged.
Susan's face changed, she gave a haughty chuckle, and she
told Terry, "Live with it, kid," and walked away. Terry
was devastated. Susan was immensely pleased.
Naturally, Susan stopped coming to the coffee place after
that, and after logging the affair in her diary, forgot
about Terry and went after fresh blood. A few weeks
later, after the weather had gotten colder, Susan was
ready to finish off another performance with another
unsuspecting guy.
As always, she had chosen her clothes carefully for the
occasion. This time, Susan had decided to wear her
favorite top: a tight, bright red, rib-knit turtleneck
sweater. Susan loved wearing turtlenecks, and she
especially loved turtlenecks with high collars. This red
turtleneck was her favorite because its collar, even when
completely and tightly folded over her neck, was still
long enough to touch her chin, and as a bonus, the
sleeves were long enough to cover half her hands.
Susan chose to go without a bra on this day, which meant
her nipples would all but stand to attention and point
enticingly through the tight red fabric. To go with the
turtleneck, Susan wore an equally tight, black knee-
length skirt with a slit up both sides, which showed just
enough to make a guy crazy, but nothing more.
Although it was cold, Susan went barelegged, and wore her
black patent leather high-heeled strappy sandals with
closed heel and open toe. The open toe sandals allowed
Susan to show off both her gold toe-rings, which she wore
on the second toe of each foot, as well as her toenails,
which she painted bright red to match her turtleneck.
Susan also wore gold rings on the middle finger of each
hand, and completed her preparations by carefully making
up her face to highlight both her cheekbones and her
mole. When she was done, Susan admired herself in her
full-length mirror. This was a ritual she never grew
tired of repeating.
Susan then went and broke another heart, laughing evilly
to herself as she walked back to her car. What Susan
didn't know was that Terry had seen her talking with the
other guy, had followed her strutting figure to the
parking lot, and with icy resolve had decided to follow
her. When Susan got back to her apartment complex, she
was distracted by a noise down the street, and carelessly
failed to make sure the security door was closed.
Less than a minute after entering her apartment, after
pulling her diary out of its hiding place, she heard a
knock on her door. She opened it, and there stood Terry.
Susan was surprised just long enough for Terry to push
his way into her apartment, knocking her over. Susan fell
backwards, hitting her head on the hardwood floor, which
stunned her.
Terry wasted no time ripping open the semi-conscious
Susan's skirt and yanking down her black panties. Terry
proceeded to viciously fist-fuck Susan in her vagina,
then turned her over and shoved his cock up her ass.
After he'd had his fill, he turned Susan over again on
her back. Susan's sandal-clad feet twitched meekly,
making a soft tapping noise on the floor. Her sexy mole
quivered over her lip. Her brown eyes stared up at Terry
unblinking.
Terry stood up to get a good look at the cunt who had
hurt him so badly, who would now never hurt anyone again.
Susan's skirt was ruined, torn by Terry's assault and
stained by blood from her anus and vagina.
Her high heel sandals were still on her feet, and Susan's
red turtleneck sweater still completely covered her
torso. Susan liked wearing turtleneck sweaters because
they were perfect for cock teasing, tight enough to
incite a boy's lust, but revealing nothing of what was
underneath. Appropriately, Terry knelt down and grabbed
Susan by her neck, his hands full of her red turtleneck
collar, and squeezed... and squeezed... until Susan's
eyes started to bulge.
At that point, Terry slammed Susan's head against the
floor several times, then took one hand and punched Susan
full in the face, shattering her nose. Terry then got up
and looked around Susan's place and found the diary and
what she had written about him and so many others. He
left it open next to her body, walked down the street,
and right into oncoming traffic...
Susan was found several hours later by one of her rich
boyfriends. Susan was laying face up on the floor, hair
and face covered in blood, still wearing her favorite red
turtleneck sweater, her ruined black skirt, and her black
sandals.
Susan had not only suffered serious trauma to her head,
face, neck, and pelvis, she also had severe brain injury,
which left her little more than a vegetable. Yet despite
her many boyfriends, not one of them did a thing to help
her, as the diary became common knowledge among them and
her selfish, sick ways exposed for all to see.
All who knew Susan, and had discovered what she really
was like, agreed: Susan had gotten what she deserved.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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