("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
`6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`)
(_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-'
_..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
(((' (((-((('' ((((
K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N
_________________________________________
WARNING!
This text file contains sexually explicit
material. If you do not wish to read this
type of literature, or you are under age,
PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
_________________________________________
Scroll down to view text
--------------------------------------------------------
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2010. Please
don't remove the author information or make any changes
to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your
consideration.
--------------------------------------------------------
Lorelei
by JadeSatyr (jadesatyr@aol.com)
***
A Hispanic man catches a spoiled rich Asian girl
committing a crime and takes advantage of the fact. (MF,
reluc, blkmail, asian, intr)
***
"Look," she stammered, "W-we never meant anything like
this to happen."
I remained silent.
"Y-you CAN'T say anything about this to anybody, you
understand?" she added frantically, her voice quavering.
Still no reply from me.
"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?!?" she shrieked.
I had to laugh at that point. I could hear her on the
verge of tears, and I knew that by the time I ended this
phone call, Lorelei would be reduced to nothing more
than a devastated husk of a young woman. I personally
could not give a flying fuck.
It was just a matter of time before the Grand Cosmic
Equalizer trained his lightning bolts on Lorelei Chung.
I was just glad that I could be the architect of her
demise. I do admit she was (and still is, I suppose) a
knockout. Nineteen years old, stunningly attractive, an
athletic supermodel build - and a silver spoon wedged
firmly up her picture perfect ass.
Lorelei had the serendipity to be jettisoned from the
womb of a former Miss California who happened to have
long ago captured the eye of one of San Francisco's
biggest shipping magnates. The elder Sonny Chung was a
brilliant but ruthless financier who shamelessly
manipulated everyone with whom he came into contact. His
precious Lorelei took after Daddy with frightening
similarity. She was equally accustomed to always getting
her way, and a juicy trust fund always helped grease the
way for her whims.
Nevertheless, no one - not even darling little Lorelei -
is bullet proof.
What amazes me is that I became entwined in this whole
ordeal at all. Don't get me wrong. In retrospect, I
certainly enjoyed the experience.
I like to bike in the very early morning, and I'm
usually finishing up just as the sun rises. I happened
to be exploring one of the Bay Area's more affluent
areas when I came across two men and a young women at
the bottom of a steep incline. They were gathered in
front of a red Jaguar, and the two young men had just
unearthed a stop sign. The girl was sitting on the hood
giggling and taking occasional pulls from a large
bottle. They were obviously either drunk or coked up -
or both.
I skidded to a halt beside the Jag, and cried out, "What
the hell do you think you're doing?!?"
"Fuck you, asshole!" laughed the attractive young woman,
startling me with her blunt coarseness.
The larger of the two guys approached me. "Guys, that is
not cool. Put that back," I demanded.
Suddenly, the larger guy grabbed me by the front of my
shirt. "Why don't you get the fuck out of here, spic?"
he growled.
Enraged, I was preparing to give this polo boy a
haymaker across his filthy mouth - maybe perhaps wash it
out with his own blood - when suddenly my world exploded
in pain.
I fell back against the Jaguar and rolled to the ground
as I was suddenly showered with various small objects. I
vaguely heard a shrill, "You fucking ass-wipe!! Pick up
my shit!"
I frantically grabbed at the ground to right myself and
felt my hand close around something small and stiff. I
crawled away, dizzy and nauseous, blood running down my
face and into my eyes. I heard, "Here's your Big Wheel
shithead!" a moment before I felt my bike come crashing
down onto my back as I crawled towards the other side of
the road. I blacked out.
When I came to, the three were gone. I got on my bike
and made the 6 mile trek back to my apartment. I
realized halfway back that I had still been clutching
the small object. It was a California drivers license
for a Lorelei Chung. I thought about filing a police
report, but I was too shaken up. I washed the cut on my
noggin, and gingerly touched the growing goose egg. I
was asleep in minutes.
I woke up vomiting and barely summoned my landlady in
the lower flat. Mrs. Stenson called 911, and I ended up
spending 3 days in the trauma ward for a surface brain
hemorrhage. When I came to, I felt like my skull had
exploded inward. My doctor told me that I was lucky I
even woke up. There was probably no permanent damage.
Probably. I found out much later that dear little
Lorelei had cracked me on my skull with a magnum of
champagne while my back had been turned.
When I was released, I went to my flat and looked in the
mirror. I was absolutely pathetic. Black eyes and a
partially shaved head where they had to perform an
emergency craniotomy. Fucking beautiful. Mrs. Stenson
had collected my daily papers on my kitchen table, and I
figured I would catch up on the last four days. I
scanned the headline of one of the earlier editions:
"Sign Prank Claims the Lives of Mother and Children." I
did a double take.
Sure enough, there photo of the accident scene. A light
colored early model Hyundai was wrapped around the front
of a garbage truck. My heart jolted. I knew that
intersection. Suddenly my mouth went dry as the reality
of the situation sunk in. I dashed to my room and
snatched the license I had recovered. Lorelei Chung.
I read the article five times. The perpetrators had not
been apprehended. The police were baffled. The
distraught father was offering a $10,000 reward - more
than he could ever possibly afford. As my recall of the
past few days rushed in with crystal clarity, I became
violently enraged. I looked at Lorelei's photo again, at
that arrogant smirk, and slowly broke out into a
diabolical smile of my own. Miss Bullet Proof was going
to pay dearly. And, this time, it would be on my terms.
I waited a month. I needed time to recover and time to
formulate my master plan. All this time I was on edge
hoping that she would not be apprehended before I could
exact my revenge. I felt guilty about that, especially
when I thought about the father who had lost his family
of three. Yet, being a fellow male of the species, I'm
sure he would understand my motives.
I work for the State of California, so I was able to get
access to some driving records with the help of a buddy
at the DMV. "Looks like your little prima donna has a
delinquent streak," my friend Ted noted. "Funny, though.
All these tickets, including the numerous handicapped
parking violation citations, have been dropped.
Funny..." he added.
I wasn't laughing. Nevertheless, I obtained a veritable
treasure chest of vital information on Lorelei -
including a direct "teen" line. I couldn't believe my
sudden reversal of fortune. It was time to put my plan
into action.
"Yeah?"
"Hello Lorelei. I can almost hear the sneer in your
prissy little voice."
"Who the fuck is this?!? Is that you, Brad?"
"Brad? Is he some fellow trust fund brat whose cock you
are currently sucking - or at least teasing?"
"FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!!"
She hung up. I waited a few minutes and called back.
"Listen creep, I've got call waiting, and I have your
number. You'll hear from the police real soon."
"What did you do with the stop sign, Lorelei?"
(Long silence on the other end)
"In Shakespeare's time, my dear Lorelei, playing dumb on
the stand implied clear guilt."
"Who are you?"
"Someone you're going to get to know REAL well very
soon, bitch. I'm going to call you back in a moment so
sit tight, whore. Especially if you want to avoid
prison."
This time I hung up. After a few minutes, I called her
back from another payphone. I wasn't foolish enough to
use my own phone.
"Hello?" (in a timid voice)
"That's more like it, bitch. I like to hear a little
courtesy over the phone. After all, you're talking to a
grown man, you know."
"What do you want?"
"We are going to arrange a little get together, whore,
to discuss your little predicament. To talk in your
Daddy's business terms, 'we'll brainstorm possible
solutions.'"
"I'M NOT A WHORE YOU BASTARD!!" She was on the verge of
crying. "Now, now, Lorelei. I know you have a reputation
for temper tantrums, but we must keep this discussion
civil. That is, if you do not want the police involved.
Whore."
"Who are you?" (her voice quavering)
"Just some nameless, faceless John Doe among the dirty,
ignorant masses, bitch. Who I am is really irrelevant.
The extent to which you're willing to cooperate with me
is the real issue, slut." "What do you want from me?"
"I'm going to give you an address, bitch, and I'm only
going to say it once. I suggest you write it down. I
want you to be there in one hour or all bets are off. I
WILL go to the police, and I WILL turn your sorry little
prima donna ass in.
"The dykes up at the correctional center will have a
wonderful time strapping on their plunger handles and
servicing that high society ass of yours. You could,
however, do things my way and avoid that less than
pleasant set of circumstances. Now listen up, bitch, and
take good notes like a good Girl Friday."
I quickly gave explicit directions. To her credit, she
listened intently without interrupting. This was, of
course, the wise thing to do.
"There, whore, that wasn't too hard, was it?"
"Look. W-we never meant anything like this to happen."
Silence.
"Y-you CAN'T say anything about this to anybody, you
understand?"
Still no reply.
"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?!?"
Lightly chuckling.
"Just do as I say, whore, and be there on time - or
else. Oh, and wear something sexy. You've got some nice
stems, and I want to see that cute little ass of yours
better. Get all dolled up for the real Big Boss Daddy
Man, you hear? I'd like to continue our jovial dialogue,
but my watch indicates you now have exactly fifty-four
minutes to comply. Therefore, GET MOVING, BITCH!!"
I slammed down the payphone headset with vigor. I
already felt the clockwise stirring in my pants. This
was going to be fun.
I arrived at the isolated motel well in advance, and hid
in the vending area near the "chosen" motel room. As the
deadline approached, I heard two sets of footsteps
gingerly approaching the room. I was not so naive to
think that Lorelei would come alone.
I peeked around the corner and saw her accompanied by
the same large guy that had accosted me on my bike that
fateful day. I found myself grinning like a schoolboy,
obviously enjoying this very much. Lorelei knocked on
the door while Brad (I heard her address him by this)
slinked to the side, ready to ambush whoever answered
the door. Silly kids.
I came up behind Brad with startling speed, and he gave
a frantic "Whuuhh..." as he turned to face me. I shot
off the Mace point blank in his chiseled, soap opera
face and he bellowed in pain before collapsing onto the
ground clutching his eyes.
Lorelei shrieked and ran towards me. I deftly brandished
my nightstick and gave her a quick jab to the solar
plexus with its blunt end. I heard a satisfying
"WOOOOOFFFF" as she too collapsed onto the ground
retching, her eyes filling with tears.
I turned to Brad who was still writhing on the pavement
of the driveway. "By the way, Richie Rich," I sneered, "
I'm not a spic. I'm a wop. Get it right!" I accentuated
my point with a vigorous field goal kick that connected
squarely with Brad's testicles. It made a gratifying
dull thud, and Brad uttered a shrill, piercing scream
that probably perked up the ears of every canine in the
neighborhood.
I didn't want him attracting too much attention, though,
so I gave him a good solid crack behind his ear with the
nightstick. He was out cold. I kicked him again in the
kidneys for good measure.
I spun around to Lorelei and grabbed her roughly by her
upper arm. "Nice try, bitch!" I growled. "Let's get
moving!" I dragged her to my rented cargo van parked
nearby (I don't own a car) and threw her into the back.
She struggled with me as I shut the door after following
her inside. I slapped her squarely across the face and
grabbed her by the hair, holding her close to my face,
"Listen, bitch. You had better learn some manners and
cooperate or I will mess you up bad." I threatened. "I
suggest you take note of what I just did to Biff back
there, whore. Now put out your wrists," I commanded.
Still in shock, she complied.
I quickly wrapped several layers of gray duct tape
around them and then did the same with her ankles. "P-
Please, mister," she stammered, "I'll do what you want,
just leave me alone."
I stared at her.
"I can pay you right now to let me go," she whimpered,
"I've got $4000 cash on me."
I gazed over her long, athletic, olive-toned legs and
her beautifully flaring hips. She definitely took after
her mother. I ran my hand over one well-muscled calf and
moved it upward towards her taut, inner thigh. I
suddenly found myself growing a raging erection.
Speaking thickly, I sealed her fate with my words: "All
bets are off, bitch."
I strapped a section of duct tape over her full, curvy
mouth and threw a dark pillow case over her head.
Climbing into the front seat, I fired up the starter and
the V6 roared into life. I lurched out of the parking
lot onto the freeway and Lorelei was flung to the rear
of the van. I was treated to a satisfying hollow "thunk"
as she clocked her head on the hump of the wheel well
housing. I laughed for several minutes. Sometimes, for
fleeting moments at least, life does indeed resemble B-
movie scripts.
I drove for about an hour until I reached the posh
resort where I had had a friend rent a private, isolated
one room cabin for me. Only the best for Lorelei. I had
spent a good part of the afternoon preparing the room so
that it would be practically impossible to identify.
There were no items which could reveal the location of
the resort, and all of the windows had been securely
shuttered and covered over.
I parked in the back, and opened the back doors. She let
out a muffled squeal as I tore off the adhesive wrapped
around her ankles. I led her out of the van, and into
the room, securely fastening the locks. I threw her on
the queen sized bed and yanked off the pillow case.
Her eyes were wide with fear or anger - probably both. I
snickered, pinched a corner the tape covering her mouth,
and swiftly ripped it off. "OOOOUUUHHHH!" she gasped.
"Welcome to my stately pleasure dome, Lorelei," I gibed.
Pointing to the nightstand, I added, "Please have some
water. Anxiety gives one a dry mouth, you know."
Glaring at me, she reached for the cup.
"Wait!" I snapped. I got within inches of her face and
clicked open the switchblade. Lorelei turned an ashen
color and began hitching for breath. I quickly lowered
the knife and neatly cut the tape off of her wrists. I
sat back and she frantically snatched the cup of water
and slurped it down, never taking her eyes off of me.
"What do you want?" she asked softly after she had
recovered.
"You're a very attractive young lady, Lorelei," I
answered, "Such a waste to have to spend your prime
years in a women's prison."
"I never touched that sign, mister!" she blurted out, "I
don't have a thing to worry about, goddamn you!"
I broke into a wide smile and shook my head. "Au
contraire, my young nympho, you would certainly be an
accessory to murder. That's worth at least 6 years in
this state. Besides, I'm sure you have been following
the public's outcry over this incident very closely. You
KILLED three people, for Christ's sake!!! You and your
rich brat friends!! Do you think a judge - or anybody
for that matter - would have much sympathy for a stuck
up, snotty coke-whore like you!"
I realized I had been yelling, and I became silent. She
scowled at me, but I could see tears brimming up in her
eyes. "You don't want to go to prison, do you?" I said
very softly, "It would ruin your life."
Lorelei shook her head and I saw the first of a line of
tears streaking down her face. "Now, are you ready to
cooperate with me?" I said soothingly. She slowly and
tearfully nodded her assent. "Now that's my little
Lorelei!" I replied gaily.
I first had her do a striptease for me. To my surprise,
she had followed my directions and had dressed
seductively. I had her kick off her heels and unbutton
her fashionably white polyester blouse. She only had to
unclasp the last few, because she wore her top halfway
unbuttoned anyway, as was the current style. Her dark
almond-shaped eyes still misty with tears, she looked
balefully at me as her long, piano player fingers undid
the final button.
"That's it, baby, wriggle out of the Uma Thurman digs
and let me see your perky little titties, slut." I was
enjoying this immensely.
She cast back her long, silky jet black hair and shucked
off her top. Her small, firm breasts were straining
within a black lace brassiere. I could make out the dark
brown Oriental areolas capped by two pert little
nipples.
The pressure on my cock was becoming unbearable. She had
attached a thick envelope to her side which she
carefully removed. As it struck the ground it opened,
spilling several c-notes all over the floor. I almost
drooled. First supermodel sex, now hard currency. What
soul-broker had my soul?
She hesitated, apparently thinking that I might be
content with the cash. I wasn't. "You heard me before,
slut. Off with the skirt!" I snapped. My breathing began
to grow ragged as she slowly unzipped her black vinyl
miniskirt and deftly stepped out of it. Her lips parted
slightly, and the tears began to well up again as she
placed her hands on her across her chest protectively.
"C'mon wench," I ordered, "Let's see those tits and that
trim little snatch of yours. I don't have all night, you
know."
"P-Pleeeeese, mister!" she whimpered, "Don't make me do
this."
"Tough luck, bitch." I sneered, "You're mine tonight
whether you like it or not. Go ahead and squirt a few,
but it won't do you any good. Now let's get going..."
She reluctantly unclasped the bra and let it drop, her
eyes shooting daggers at me. Transfixed on her
maddeningly perfect tits, I hissed and licked my lips.
She hooked her long fingers underneath the elastic of
her panties and slowly drew them down over her hips.
I got my first glimpse of her neatly trimmed, bikini-
waxed mound and I could faintly make out the protective
outer folds of her labia still stuck together. My heart
raced, and I unconsciously began to rub my aching cock.
She let the panties drop and stood there in front of me.
Those impossibly long, coltish legs ended in two well-
tanned and flawlessly proportioned thighs. Her Asian
features gave her a slender build with small yet full
breasts, and a slight inward curving on the inside of
her thighs where they met her crotch.
She had her mother's stature and muscle tone along with
full, pouting lips to accompany her large, wide eyes and
aquiline nose. I thought of how good it was going to
feel to sheath my cock deep inside her taut little
snatch. The thought made me dizzy and dry-mouthed.
I ordered Lorelei to lay on the bed, spread those
supermodel legs for me, and play with herself while I
undressed. She seemed to have resigned herself to her
fate, because she numbly complied. She closed her eyes
and rubbed her hands along her pert breasts, squeezing
and kneading them while giving a rather disingenuous
moan of "pleasure."
Her left hand ran a circle around her midriff and then
fell to her pussy. She cupped her raven-colored mound
and slid a finger up and down her labial folds. I had
quickly disrobed and I was stroking my engorged,
throbbing member.
I let her play with herself a while longer and savored
my fantasy come true. It actually became difficult to
discern whether or not she was really faking, but she
opened her eyes in sudden shock as I placed both of my
hands on the sides her hips. Her mouth formed a perfect
"O" and her large eyes widened as she caught sight of my
tumescent member.
I pulled her hips towards me to the edge of the bed, and
her mound brushed up against my rigid cock. The sudden
sensation of her warm, slightly moist mound against the
underside of my rigid cock almost made my shoot my jizz
right there. I took a step back and ordered her to lay
back and grab the headboard, and she stretched her long,
slender arms to reach it, her tears running dark with
mascara.
I kneeled down at the edge of the bed and stared
lustfully at the sight before me. Lorelei's long,
muscular legs were slightly spread revealing the puffy
folds of her engorged labia nestled within the damp,
matted pubic hair. I could make out the small, taut
nubbin of her clitoris where those moist, magenta
creases converged.
I cupped the underside of her buttocks and placed my
thumbs on the inside of her thighs further spreading
apart those gazelle-like legs. My face only inches away
from her pussy, I caught a whiff of her slightly musky
feminine scent, and lost all control.
I buried my face into her cunt and forcefully darted my
tongue into the delicate furrows of her inner and outer
lips. Lorelei squealed and brought her hands down in a
vain attempt to push my head away. I relentlessly
stepped up my forceful tonguing and used my hands to
draw her even closer to me.
She had a pleasantly zesty almost ambrosial flavor, and
I greedily bore down on her hypersensitive pussy lips.
She grabbed the sides of the bed and began to
unconsciously buck her hips into my face. I forced her
legs aside with my shoulders and continued my unmerciful
assault on her tender tissues, grasping and pulling at
her delicate labia with my tongue and mouth.
Lorelei's whimpers turned into gasping sobs. She begged
me to stop several times, but her body began to respond
whether she wanted it to or not. I felt her buttock
muscles tighten in my hands, and I saw her washboard abs
begin to ripple. I deftly moved one hand to her perineum
and began to vigorously massage it with my thumb.
Lorelei raised up and grabbed my head in a death grip
and she began to shudder violently from an
uncontrollable orgasm. She shrieked out loud, her face
turning into a sweaty rictus of pain and pleasure, as
the tremors coursed through her body.
I felt the tight ring of her vagina entrance twitch
against my still moving mouth and tongue. A slick layer
of perspiration had formed beneath my hands, and I
looked up to see her entire torso glossy with a sheen of
sweat.
A final spasm racked Lorelei's body and she collapsed
backwards, her chest heaving and her breaths coming in
loud, ragged gasps. She lay back on the bed spread-
eagled and slick with perspiration. Wiping my mouth, I
stepped back to get a better view of her raw, ruby-red
pussy lips, spread wide open and glistening with the
juices of our lust.
As the reality of the situation apparently sunk in,
Lorelei suddenly jerked her head up, her cheeks flushed
crimson, and gathered the sheets around her as she
hissed, "Y-you BASTARD!!!"
I smirked. "Now, now, my little hussy. This is certainly
no time to be modest!"
She clutched the sheets more tightly as I approached and
she scooted backwards against the headboard. Inflamed
with ardor, I yanked the sheets away from her with ease,
grabbed her by her forearm, and flung her forward
towards the foot of the bed. Crying out, she landed face
first on her belly almost falling off the edge.
I moved deftly behind her on the bed and encircled her
waist tightly with my arms as she got to her knees, my
turgid cock rubbing painfully against the inside of one
of those celestial thighs. "It's time you got a good,
hard horse-fucking, Lorelei," I snarled in her ear. "I'm
gonna enjoy fucking your hot little body, baby."
She struggled, clawing at my arms and screeched, "NO!!
DON'T YOU TOUCH ME ANYMORE!!"
I quickly ran one hand up to her chin and violently
jerked her head back.
She stopped.
"Listen, whore," I hissed menacingly, "You are going to
do as I say, and nothing more!! You are my 'comfort
woman' for tonight, so you had just better learn to take
this like a real lady!!"
Lorelei trembled but ceased her struggles. I looked
straight ahead and saw our reflection in the mirror
above the hotel dresser, and Lorelei's gorgeous eyes
were wide open in shocked resignation.
"That's better." I sneered. I quickly went to work.
Turning her head towards me, I covered that full, curvy
mouth with mine while my other hand snaked down to
massage her firm, tan little belly. I ran my nails in
circular motions along the surface, stopping once to
probe and gently tug at her flawless navel with my
finger.
I squirmed my hips so my rock hard cock plunged between
her athletic thighs, and I could feel her moist pubic
hair brushing up against the top of my shaft. I licked
her neck and ran my tongue up along her chin. Cupping a
breast, I began to knead and squeeze her pert little
titties. I slowly began to pinch and twist her rock-hard
pinkish-brown nipples. Lorelei uttered a sudden gasp. I
smiled.
"You're starting to get into this aren't you, you little
nymphet? I'm beginning to think you're actually enjoying
this."
"F-f-fuck YOU!!" she screeched, her voice cracked with
emotion.
"Why, Lorelei," I growled, suddenly grabbing her hips,
"What an excellent suggestion!" My cock throbbed between
her legs as I shoved her forward, placing her in prime
position for penetration.
"NOOOOOOO!!!" she wailed as I pressed my aching erection
against her moist, hypersensitive cuntal opening.
I could feel the pulsing heat on my glans, and my cock
stiffened further, lurching upward and spreading apart
her inner labia. I ground my hips forward and felt that
delightful sensation as her vaginal opening finally gave
way to encircle the throbbing head of my penis. I
uttered a low moan as I steadied myself inside of her. I
didn't want to cum just yet, and I was precariously
close to shooting my wad.
I took long, full breaths and the wave of pleasure that
was threatening to take me over the edge subsided.
"Oooooooohhhh, yeahhh, BABY!!" I grunted. "You feel NICE
and tight!!!" Still nestled within the entrance to her
vagina, I drew her closer to me and began to penetrate
her more deeply.
Lorelei's large eyes fluttered open in shock and I
abruptly felt a resistance.
"Well, well," I gasped, my heart beating rapidly, "I get
to bust Lorelei's precious little cherry!" Delighted, I
added, "I'm gonna really enjoy breaking you in, baby!
I'm gonna show you a real man..."
Clutching the edge of the bed, Lorelei was staring at me
through the reflection of the mirror, her lips curled in
a snarl and her eyes beaming with murderous hate. "I
fucking HATE YOU!!" she roared. Tightening my grip on
her hips, I retorted, "I hate ya, too, baby, but I
LOOOOOVVVVE TO FUCK YA!!"
As I gave my triumphant cry, I squared my shoulders and
thrust sharply forward into Lorelei, bursting through
her hymen and worming my fat, bulging cock deep inside
of the unexplored frontiers of her womanhood.
Lorelei's baleful snarl immediately became a flushed
look of shock and pain. She yelped at my sudden
intromission, and she clenched her eyes shut and
grimaced as she felt the sharp intrusion of my cock
followed by the burning sensation of her ruptured hymen.
I moved slowly inside of her, my breathing becoming more
rapid, and I basked in the delirious sensations as her
tight, virgin pussy gripped my cock with a wondrously
wet friction.
I could feel the pulse of her heartbeat as her hot,
tight box contracted around my engorged manhood. I
licked the sweat off of my upper lip and sneered at
Lorelei. "How does it feel to have a nice, fat working-
class baby-maker deep inside of your high society belly,
bitch?!?" She tried to respond, but her breath had
become hitched and ragged. She gripped the covers of the
bed and winced.
I heard a sudden "NNNGGGGGGMMMMMMMPPPHHH...." as she
began to shudder at the feeling of my penetration. I
shifted slightly until I could feel my bloated balls
resting against her bulging labia. I could tell that she
was desperately trying to get comfortable with this
abrupt invasion, this strange new feeling of
engorgement.
To my delight, her pussy muscles protested and spasmed
at the unwanted intrusion, further massaging my rigid,
unyielding cock. She continued to gasp for breath and
grunt as she was forced to accommodate the sudden
fullness of my still thickening member.
I began to slowly move in and out of her, taking long,
full strokes which drew whimpering cries from Lorelei. I
short humped her for several strokes and then thrust my
aching rod inside and upward into her still-resisting
vagina. Lorelei squealed as I bumped into her cervix for
the first time.
She uttered a long, continual guttural cry as I held my
cock in place and ground it against her cervix using
short, upward-thrusting motions. I could actually feel
my cockhead pressing apart the entrance to her womb, and
the sensation started to instinctively bring me to
orgasm.
"Hold still, now, baby..." I hissed raggedly, "I'm
getting ready to fill that tightly little pussy of yours
with a nice hot load of my sticky cum." Her face lit up
in alarm, Lorelei suddenly tried to jerk away from me as
if to cast me out of her.
But I held onto her waist in a death grip and forcefully
drew her back towards me, further spearing her on my
rod. "NOOOOOO!!" she shrieked, but her eyes already had
the look of defeated resignation. "Oh yes," I followed,"
Yesssssssss... this is gonna feel sooooo gooooood
baby..."
The tingling began in the base of my spine and started
to escalate into that wonderful climactic shiver. I
thrust forward one final time, parting the entrance to
her cervix, and tightened my buttocks as the muscles at
the base of my cock began to involuntarily contract in
orgasm.
"YEEEEEEESSSSSS!!!!" I roared as wave after wave of
ecstasy racked my body. Suddenly, my rock hard cock
began jetting burst after burst of my rich, potent semen
into Lorelei's womb.
She shrieked at the sudden hot sharpness of my cum
inside of her, and she struggled in my grip. I held her
tight as I continued to pump thick, ropy strands of my
jizz into her unprotected vagina. I shut my eyes and
bellowed, unable to halt the violent spasms which
coursed through my body. As my climax peaked, I slowly
felt the fiery sensation of my orgasm ebb and I began to
regain control over my body, all the while instinctively
grinding my pelvis against her firm ass.
Still dizzy with pleasure, I opened my eyes and stared
down at my still pistoning cock tightly ensheathed by
the magenta folds of her labia, my shaft slick with her
juices. I could feel myself starting to grow soft so I
gave one final thrust into Lorelei, causing me to shiver
in painful delight. Lorelei whimpered, and began to
utter soft, hitching sobs. As my cock grew soft in her,
I felt her vagina - as if finally sensing triumph -
slowly contract around it to expel the invading force.
I reached around and slowly massaged Lorelei's taut,
sweaty little belly, speaking to it more than to her,
"How does it feel to have all of my hot, potent, baby
juice swimming around inside of you?" L
orelei uttered a trembling moan, and I heard a "slurp"
as her tight, slick vagina finally cast out my spent
member, her still quivering entrance giving my now
hypersensitive glans one final slight pinch, making me
wince in pleasure. I looked down at her raw opening,
covered in the syrupy remains of our mating, and rubbed
my still tender shaft against her, the warm, moist folds
partially ensheathing my semi-rigid cock.
I enjoyed that wonderful afterglow of tension release
that every man feels whenever he unleashes the pent up
contents of his testicles deep into the fertile recesses
of a woman. It felt so instinctive. So damn righteous. I
continued to rock back and forth against Lorelei,
entranced in a euphoric torpor. I was slightly surprised
to find that she had picked up the rhythm and was moving
along with me. Seconds melted into minutes...
***
A little while later, Lorelei dressed quickly and
quietly, and didn't even bother to protest when I re-
taped her wrists. She now projected a meek, defeated
look that reminded me of how fillies looked after being
"studded." That thought alone caused my ardor to rise,
and I ordered Lorelei to drop her drawers immediately. I
leaned her over the dresser and mounted her like a proud
stallion, snorting in pleasure as I once again shot
streams of semen into her snug, moist birth canal.
Finally satiated, I covering Lorelei's head and led her
out to the van. I would come back later and straighten
things up. Maybe then I'd figure out how to blow the
four grand. It was still very early in the morning, and
the sun had not yet risen. I was in a good mood.
I was enjoying that wonderful, post-coital sense of
emptiness in my balls, that total absence of horniness
that young men only enjoy for fleeting moments. Deeply
inhaling the brisk morning air, I instinctively felt as
if I should be biking. I reconsidered what I had just
thought and smiled at the irony of it.
I drove around for 45 minutes in an effort to prevent
Lorelei from ever discerning the whereabouts of our
little tryst. I dropped her off on the side of a rural
road several miles outside of the city limits. I had
gently duct-taped her to a tree in a small grove just
out of sight of the road.
She would get loose within the hour, and I had left a
small penknife beside her to free her wrists. I got in
the van and headed back to town, imagining her furtive
struggles in the copse alongside the road. I crested a
hill, and all traces of Lorelei vanished from my sight.
Epilogue:
It turns out that there really is no honor among
thieves. About two weeks later, the police got a lead on
the case and approached David Thoren, the other young
man involved with the stop sign theft. When they took
him into custody, he sang like a canary and implicated
both Brad and Lorelei.
David got 5 years for cooperating with the authorities,
but Brad got 10. The son of a professional athlete,
Golden Boy Brad is now at the Big House with an asshole
that probably needs a drawstring. I find the whole thing
rather droll, myself.
As for Lorelei, she got 2 years in a minimum security
women's penitentiary and was promptly and energetically
beat up by a few of the sisters from Oakland on her
first day. Murder is a serious crime, you know.
I know what you're thinking, and I can sense the smirk
on you face as you read this. But I swear to you that I
didn't have a thing to do with any of this. To reflect
on what I had said before, the Grand Cosmic Equalizer
just seemed to step in and take over. I was just lucky
enough to be an active participant in the follies,
that's all.
Oh, and just in case you're wondering, I'm back
bicycling again, but I now bike in the early evenings.
I've started to explore some of the more affluent
neighborhoods on the other end of the city. Call me
superstitious, but perhaps my luck has not yet fully run
out. Besides, chance favors a prepared mind...
END
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Kristen's collection - Directory 66