Now fifty-one she still had an outstanding body. She walked across the parking lot to her cream colored Lexus, the warm evening breeze moving her shoulder length brown hair lightly. She opened the trunk and put her packages inside then moved to the driver's door and put the key in the lock.

Before she could open the door she was pinned against the side of the car a gun stuck in her ribs. A hand grabbed the hair and pulled her head back. He moved close, "Do what I say or die," he hissed.

"Please," she said. "I Have money."

"Get in."

Pat opened the car door and slipped in, he leaned down, his gun pointed at her head. "Slide over into the other seat."

She crawled across the console and watched him get in.

"Keys please."

As she gave up her keys, Pat tried again "Please don't hurt me."

"Bend down, hands behind you."

"Oh God," she said weakly as she leaned forward then felt cold handcuffs snapped tightly on her wrists.

He put her purse on the console then said, "Relax your hands and extend your fingers." He removed her rings, then her bracelet and Rolex watch, he pushed her head further down and took off her necklace. He had her look first one way then the other and took off her diamond earrings. "Get on the floor facing front, head on the seat."

When she was positioned he forced her to reveal her ATM codes to him. "Okay, time for a little ride."

In silence they drove to a bank, only her soft weeping broke the quiet. At the bank, while he withdrew $6400, Pat knelt frozen in fear on the floor of her car. When he came back she said, "You've got what you wanted, please let me go."

He just drove, not answering her. Finally he pulled into a parking garage, up to the top level. He got out walked around the car and opened the door and got in and sat in front of her with his legs on each side of her body.

"Don't please." Patricia begged as he jerked her top and bra straps from her shoulders. Another tug and her breasts popped free.

"Nice tits for an older bitch.

She sobbed as he lifted her breasts and squeezed her hardening nipples.

"Mouth or pussy? Choose. Give a good blowjob or fuck and I'll let you go."

"Please I'll blow you, don't do anything else to me please!"

He put his gun barrel at her right temple, "One tooth and you're dead."

Pat nodded then gasped when she saw his eight-inch cock. He forced her head down and said, "Get busy bitch."

She took the tip of his cock in her mouth and started to gag on the salty taste, then forced more in. She licked the underside of his gamy shaft and sucked as hard as she could; hoping to get hi off and end this soon.

Leaning back he watched her head bob up and down. As she sucked he gave her instructions. "Harder." "Slower." "Deeper." After twenty minutes he grabbed her ears and forced his way passed her gag reflex. Pat squirmed then resigned herself to the throat fucking the stranger wanted. He pumped her throat like a pussy, hard and quick. Then he shuddered and exploded down her throat.

"Swallow it," he gasped. Then, as she swallowed, he spewed twice more down her throat and coated her mouth as he pulled back. When he pulled out she coughed and sperm flowed from her nose, off her chin, dripping on her breasts. He zipped up his pants, patted her head and climbed into the drivers seat.

With her weeping on the floor of her car, he drove back where he'd found her. He grabbed her purse, uncuffed her, and said, "I know where you live bitch, don't forget it. You're a good cocksucker so maybe I'll come by for a visit sometime."

She heard him drive away. Pat adjusted her bra and top, got out of her car and stumbled to the driver side and got in. She drove home and never told anyone what had happened.

His words had burned into her mind, "He knows where I live."

The End