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* Screwing The Thief *
"What a day," thought Paula, as she sped down Marine Blvd. on her way to the
bank, "it's just one thing after another!" She knew that she was speeding,
but what with the stop at the bank, grocery shopping, and a visit to the
beauty parlor, she would be hard pressed to make her six o'clock appointment
with her husband. Drinks, dinner, and the opera, if she could just get
through the day, she might enjoy the evening! She wheeled into the bank
parking lot and practically ran through the front door and into the main
lobby. For once there wasn't a line, so she went directly to the teller
window and withdrew two hundred fifty dollars. Back in her car, she put the
big Caddy in gear and headed off to the market, paying little attention to
what was going on in the back seat behind her. As she fumbled with the cd
player, her blood ran cold when she glanced into the rear view mirror and
was stunned to see a young black male pointing a gun right at her head! "Don
't make a move bitch, or I'll give it to you right here," he said with a
vicious snarl! Paula froze, struck with absolute terror, unable to take her
eyes off the menacing presence behind her. She was brought back to reality
when he barked, "Watch the road you dumb cunt, you're gonna crack it up if
ya don't pay attention!" Paula jerked her eyes back to the road and tried
desperately to think of a way out of this jam. Finally she offered, "I have
money, you can have it all, just get out, and leave me alone!" He laughed a
derisive harsh laugh, and spat, "You rich bitches always think that money
can buy you everything, well, bitch, this time it can't!" "W-where are you
going to take me," she stammered, the cold hard facts now beginning to take
shape in her mind? "Just keep driving, I'll tell ya when to stop," he
ordered, "and just remember, I can take ya out any fucking time I like!!!"
They drove for about twenty minutes, with Paula following the directions her
kidnapper gave to her. The neighborhoods were getting rougher and rougher,
until finally they were in an area that Paula had never even seen before,
let alone having walked through! "Pull over right here," the young man
ordered, "and get out of the car!" They had parked in front of and old
abandoned building on a deserted dead end side street, a street that rarely
if ever saw any police traffic. Even though her late model Caddy stuck out
like a sore thumb in the dilapidated neighborhood, the chances of the cops
accidentally running across it were slim indeed! With cat like quickness the
young black man was out of the rear seat and right next to her when she
exited the vehicle. Even though he wasn't particularly big, when he took her
by the arm, she could feel real power in his firm hand. Practically dragging
her, he lead her into the vacant building and took her to the second floor
where he had set up the living room as his bedroom. There was a fireplace
for heat, some old broken down furniture, and an old mattress over in the
corner. Not very hospitable to say the least! He threw on to the bed and
grabbed her purse, dumping the contents onto the floor. He opened her wallet
and pocked the two fifty she had just withdrawn from the bank, and then
slowly went through her credit cards. He looked up at her and said, "So your
name's Paula, huh, ain't nobody named Paula anymore," as he continued
looking at the rest of her identification. While watching him go through her
things, Paula finally began to settle down a bit, to the point that she
asked him, "You know my name, can you tell me yours?" Her gave her a
quizzical look, and the answered, "Yeah, it won't do you no good any way, it
's Lemont, my name's Lemont!
Paula guessed that he must have been about twenty five or so, and if you
were just looking at him, he wasn't bad looking at all! What impressed her
the most about him, however, was his cat like reflexes, he seemed to move
with an effortlessness that was truly amazing. When he was finished with her
purse, he turned his attention back to her. "Stand up and get over here," he
ordered, all the time keeping his eyes glued to her body. She felt another
chill go through her, only this one was sexual in nature, as she could feel
his eyes looking right through her clothing. She was repulsed to be sure,
but the sexual aura in the room could be cut with a knife. She definitely
came from a white bread world, upper middle class, never deigning to mingle
with the "little people"! The only sex she had ever had was with her lawyer
husband, and they didn't exactly have the most passionate relationship in
the world, in their twenty three years of marriage, it was normally sex with
the lights off, and her hubby on top, so at forty two, you could say that
she had lived a very sheltered life. Now she was standing in the middle of a
dingy dirty room, with an obviously unstable young man who had just robbed
and kidnapped her. To top it all off, she was pretty sure that he was going
to rape her or worse, and for some strange reason she didn't feel terrified
at all anymore.
Lemont walked around her, giving her the once over as if she were a prime
head of cattle and said, "Not bad for and old white bitch, what you got
hidden under that sweater cunt?" It sounded like a rhetorical question, so
Paula just stood there and said nothing. Out of nowhere the young man
produced a switch blade knife and the snap of the blade locking into place
filled the quiet room. "Mama," he intoned, "I ain't gonna ask you to take it
off again," brandishing the weapon in a threatening manner! Paula again felt
the stab of fear in her belly, but she knew that if she resisted he would
take her anyway, and probably hurt her in the process, so she slowly lifted
the bulky cardigan over her shoulders and let it slide off her arms onto the
floor. She tried to fold her arms over her bra, but Lemont grabbed her by
the wrist and told her to leave them at her side. He then took his knife and
slid it between her breasts and with a quick motion deftly cut her bra in
half, causing her large chest to spill out of the d size cups. The cool air
coupled with the sexual tension caused her pink nipples to harden and turn
bumpy. Lemont cupped her tits and tweaked her nipples, which caused her to
moan softly under her breath, which of course was not lost on the surly
young thug. "Ha ha ha," he laughed roughly, "like gettin' your tits felt up
do you, well I'm gonna do a lot more than that before I'm through you!!!"
"Now the rest of your things, off with them, now," he said in a hard edged
voice! Paula unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off with one motion, taking
her panties at the same time. Her neatly trimmed blonde bush was now
exposed, allowing Lemont easy access to her private parts. He reached
between her legs and roughly fingered her already aroused vagina, taking
pains to make sure he got a few good hits on her erect clitoris. Paula had
never been so humiliated or excited in her whole life! Her husband certainly
never made her feel like a slut, and this young black boy was not only
making her feel like a tramp, he had a way of making her enjoy it! It was
obvious that he liked her body, and even though he was using crude street
language to describe it, it still built up her ego to think that she could
turn on a experienced street person like Lemont.
Paula was pretty sure of what was going to happen next, but when Lemont
pushed her to the floor in front of him, she wasn't sure she was up to the
task at hand!!! He unbuckled his belt, and told Paula to take off his pants.
With shaking hands, Paula took a hold on his trousers and tugged them down.
What was left was a tight pair of purple bikini shorts, that appeared to
have a large banana stuck down the front! Paula involuntarily reached out
and caressed the bulge, unbelieving at the sheer size of it! Without being
asked, she carefully pulled down his shorts, allowing the big pecker to
spring out of its nylon prison. Paula usually only felt her husbands cock in
the dark, but Lemont's organ was at least twice that size! Oral sex was
never a part of her home sex life, but Paula couldn't resist the lure that
the big cock had on her! She leaned forward and gingerly took the purple
head into her mouth and thought, "My god, it's so smooth and soft, almost
like velvet!" She became more aggressive and moved the head in and out of
her mouth, jerking the big shaft as she did it. Lemont gave her words of
encouragement, and he continued to stand there, content to let the white
cocksucker take care of him. Paula couldn't believe what she was doing! This
was the first time she had ever sucked a cock, and she was finding out that
it was the most exciting thing she had ever done sexually. In fact, the mere
presence of the huge pecker in her mouth was making her vagina drool like a
thirsty dog! She hoped he wouldn't care, but Paula had reached down and was
furiously fingering her slit with her free hand. Seeing how turned on she
had become, Lemont could feel his nut sack tightening, which was precursor
to his climax. Paula sensed it too, and all at once felt the urge to suck
all of the cum out of this magnificent organ. Her hand became a blur on his
shaft, flying up and down at an incredible rate of speed. This speed was
only matched by the fingers on her other hand that were busy finger fucking
her hot slit! The first blast of cum that hit the back of Paula's throat
caused her pussy to contract and send an orgasm ripping through her loins.
Her mouth was being flooded with hot cum, and that only drove Paula into a
higher sexual frenzy!
It was getting dark outside, and her husband would now start looking for
her, although calling the police might not be on the agenda quite yet. She
and Lemont lay on the bed, with a battery powered lantern lighting up the
room. Paula caressed Lemont's cock, gazing at it with awe and wonder, never
in her life having she been so taken by anyone or anything! To her it seemed
to contain super natural sexual powers that made her feel like she was a
slave to its overwhelming presence! The big cock was now again completely
engorged and ready to go, even though only a few minutes earlier it had
emptied a huge load into her willing mouth! Lemont gently stroked her hair,
and then said, "Okay baby, climb on and ride daddy!!!" With shaky legs,
Paula straddled him and let Lemont guide his meat into her waiting cunt.
Once the head was in, she slowly rocked back and forth, driving the thick
ebony satisfier deep into her tight pussy. When all nine inches were buried
to the hilt, Paula sat up and wiggled her ass, making the big penis go in
even deeper. She felt totally filled up, for the first time in her life she
knew what it was like to be taken by a real man! It felt wonderful to be
filled up, but what Paula wanted now was to be jammed, and jammed hard, so
she leaned forward and lay her chest on Lemont's and whispered in his ear,
"Give it to me hard, please fuck me!!!" Without saying a word, Lemont's hips
began moving up and down, driving his penis in and out of the helpless
pussy. "Oh my god," groaned Paula, "fuck me harder," she begged,
experiencing the first real fucking of her entire life! Lemont's cock was
now ripping in and out of Paula with abandoned viciousness. He rolled over,
putting her on the bottom, and then continued his merciless assault on her
blonde vagina! Paula wrapped her leggs around his back, trying desperately
to hold on to her black fucking stud boy! She didn't think it would be
possible to cum as hard as she had earlier, but as the first waves washed
over her, she experienced and even harder climax! Her cunt was being
battered by this black over sized monster, but it was inducing the most
incredible orgasm she had ever had in her life!
While they lay in each other's arms, in a post coital euphoria, Paula kissed
Lemont on the cheek and informed him she had to leave. He started to
protest, but Paula explained that so far she could explain away her absence
and nobody would get hurt or in trouble, but if she stayed much longer, the
police would surely be involved, and then, well, he could go to prison if
they caught him. He nodded his head and told her to go ahead and get
dressed. When she was ready to go, he offered her the two hundred fifty
dollars he had taken from her that morning. She laughed and said, "Keep it
Lemont, that last fuck alone was worth two hundred and fifty bucks!!!"
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