You feel torn between your routine -- papers, music, on-demand cable -- and the beguiling hotness of Mrs. Mendez, and the hotness gets you but good, and the next thing you know you're parked some distance from her house. You feel a bit dramatic in your black trenchcoat, but it's the one thing that helps you feel sinsiter enough to do this. You check an inner pocket and feel the knife. Ms. Jackson said it would be "appropriate" -- weird usage of that word -- to cut up some clothing, if only as proof to be brought before the husband of the "shameful" deed.
The back door is indeed open, and as ritzy a place as it is, you figure you're score the most -- so to speak -- in the bedroom, so you head up the stairs, then duck when you hear something. It is no less than Mrs. Mendez going "Aah ... !" as she leaves the bathroom and enters the bedroom. Her long black hair is different tonight, more curly and tumbling, and you immediately notice her killer ass above her long silky legs as she walks away from you. She's wearing satiny white underwear beneath a translucent black negligee.
Oh, yeah. It would be so easy to forget about robbery.
You bolt up and at her, grabbing her from behind, your black leather glove over her mouth, and you tell her "Hi. I'll be your rapist tonight."
She puts up some struggle. "Who are you? Why are you here?"
"I was going to search for the family jewels -- but I think I just found them!" With a swipe of the knife you slice open the front of her bra and her full high proud breasts come surging forth, naked. You're a lover of breasts, and have to wonder, Are they real? Even with your glove on, a quick feel confirms that these are truly natural wonders. As a mathematician, you are awed by your luck.
"Take what you want!" she whispers.
"Thanks -- I will!" You rip the sheer negligee right off her and with another snick of the knife a side strap of her panties is undone and she is naked. "I thought I could control myself long enough to steal something -- but fuck that! I've been stalking you, watching you -- I WILL have you! Up against the wall!" The bed beckons, but you're in no mood for that right now.
You get your cock out and are pleasantly surprised by the ease of your slamming into her. You've worried a bit that perhaps her resistance is too genuine, but then you feel how hot and wet she is down there, and even through gloves her nipples are as hard as pebbles. She can't hide it, how turned on she is, and within mere minutes of your slamming into her you hear and feel her convulsing in orgasm.
"You're going to obey me," you tell her. "I'm going to get you on the bed and you're going to wrap your legs around me."
"You big brute, with your big knife," she complains, though rather weakly. She gazes up at you from the bed as she dutifully wraps her legs. "What gives you the right?"
"I don't give a fuck what you think. Your body is too hot. You torture men all day. All day long men want to fuck you and they can't. Well, fuck that. I can't help myself. I must HAVE you!"
You feel a little more into this role than you ever seriously anticipated, because it's nearly a full hour later, after she's had several more yowling climaxes, that you ejaculate and your manseed finally pulses into her, racing towards her ovaries. |