If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
If you don't like stories about forced sex, don't read 
it.
If you are below the arbitrary age set for your area, 
don't read it.
If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this 
story, don't read it.

Copyright (c) 1998 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved

This story may not be reproduced in any form for 
profit without the written
permission of the author.  This story may be freely 
distributed with this
notice attached.  The author may be contacted at 
'MyStories at normdeploom dot com'

All the characters and events in this story are 
fictional, any resemblance
to real people or events is entirely coincidental.


Gun Play
By
Norm DePloom

I'm driving to a little store in the country.
I'm going there to fix their burglar alarm.
It's a warn summer night.
I'm hot and sweaty.
I want sex.
I see her hitchhiking on the side of the road.
My cock throbs, and twitches at the sight.
I slow down and stop.
She climbs into the cab of the truck.
I can see her hard nipples through the thin T-shirt.
I don't ask her name.
She doesn't offer it.
I sneak glances at her cut-off-jean-covered crotch.
She sneaks glances at the bulge in my work pants.
When we get to the store I suggest that she come 
inside with me.
She hesitates, then accompanies me.
I lock the door behind us and take her into the 
storeroom.
In the half dark storeroom I pull out the pistol and 
point it at her face.
"Take of your clothes, bitch."

  
GunPlay