13-8-08

I see him late at night on the street. Alone. Innocent. I'm right up his alleyway. I follow him all the way to his small house. Up the stairs. Creak, creak, creak.1

"Who's there?" he calls, frightened for himself. "Show yourself!", he screams, taking a stab at bravery.2

"Boo!" I shout, nearly giving him a heart-attack. He turns around and I command him to follow me up the stairs and into his room. Hopefully he will cooperate with me.3

"Strip and lie down on the bed! Now!," I commanded him. He obliged, but it was slow. "Faster, now, before I do it for you!" I walked to him and pushed him roughly on the bed. I removed his pants and boxers with ease, revealing his semi-hard member and his breathing became harder and faster as he started to realise what I was going to do to him.4

"You shouldn't be out wandering the streets by yourself, Baby Boy," I cooed in his ear. I kissed him on his cheek and told him to hug me. I pulled out my blade and, as though in a trance, start tracing letters on his back. I release him and tell him to relax, that I'd be right back and that he better not try to escape otherwise he'd die on the spot.5

~6

When I came back, he was almost just as I left him. He was more relaxed now--that was the difference in him now and when I first took him as my own. I could feel my snatch starting to get wet, but I wasn't worried. He'll take care of that for me right before he dies a bloody death. 7

His member started getting harder and harder the more I teased him with taking my clothes off. He was in awe with my breasts, I could tell. I could tell he wanted to touch them, slip his cock in between them and get his hot, sticky cum all over my face. He'd have to wait for that, though. He'd get the opportunity to have his way with me near the end.8

"Come closer, baby," he exhaled. 9

I came closer. I was going to anyway. "Slide over," I said softly, soothingly. He obeys and I get in the bed with him, my snatch getting wetter and wetter still. I wanted him; I craved him. Now. I spread my legs wide apart and told him to get in between my legs and start eating me out. He looked reluctant; I could see it in his eyes and forehead. He didn't want to do this. But I needed this, I needed him, this nameless person.10

"Eat me out!," I screamed at him. He got where I needed him to be and his tongue started playing all over me.11

"Ooooh YES! That's it baby, keep going!" He ate me until I hollered and came all over his face. "Get up and kiss me," I told him afterwards. He kissed me hard and fast. His cock was warm and started to poke me.12

"Don't worry, love, this night will be enjoyable for both of us," I said softly before sliding my mouth onto his meat.13

"Holy Shit!," he cried as I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, massaging his balls with my hands, suddenly struck with the idea of slaughtering him and fucking his corpse (which was my goal anyway). Screw him and the fun he wants. I'm doing this my way and my way alone. I continued massaging his balls with one hand and retrieved the blade with the other, now removing my mouth from him, leaving a strand of saliva. I pushed him back down on the bed and got on top of him, the blade still in my hand. 14

"This won't hurt a bit." I stabbed him right in the chest hard. Immediately blood started gushing out of the wound and I, in his last moments, got his cock in me. I rode him as he bled slowly to death.15

That was an interesting night.