Well, it's a long way to New Carolton and this chick's really out of it. You start working on her next blouse button. It falls away easily revealing her bra underneath. It's still covering her nipples, but you soon rectify that.
"Oh man this is hot" you think to yourself as you wank away harder. How great would that be to lay a stripe down her boobs while she sleeps. You have to hold back your ejaculation. Maybe you could pop that bra open and get a real good look at her booobies. ahhh yea. nice, plump, naked booobies. Your eyes roll back in your head with pleasure. Must not cum yet. There's more to be done.
snap! goes the next blouse button. Snap! goes the bra clip. Nothing but booobie. well, almost nothing but boobies. She's got some cute little nipples too. Not quite erect, but who cares.
As you stand over her, focusing on her booobies, wanking right towards them... you don't notice her starring up at you.
She puts a dazed grin on her face and closes her eyes again.
Whoa. What did that mean. It was like an invitation. You quickly pull the rest of her clothes off. She grins again slyly, but keeps her eyes shut. You quickly spread those lower lips and slide your cock in. That hair on that pussy tickling your cock as her fleshy vagina envelops your manhood. It's wet. It's warm. It's tight. It's like your cock was made to go in this girls perfect box.
Two minutes to the next stop. No problems here. You cum in her hard. Harder than you've cum in a long time. It's like a two minute long orgasm. You are made of tempered steel and your shot gun just keeps pumping. Ahhrooooooooo! You start howling like a wolf. Still pummeling this drowsy girl’s tight twat. And it's so juicy. So much juicier than your hands, though they were getting pretty juicy too when you were watching her before.
The next stop is coming up, and there may be people out there. You pull your pants up, put her pants back on and close her blouse.
It's then that you notice the syringes next to the "it was nice working with you" card. Another letter is inside the card. You plump down next to her in the seat as a couple of police officers get on the subway.
Oh crap. Don't act guilty. Don't act guilty. If you get caught, this is the kind of crap that gets you into the sex offender registry for life. Oh crap. Is that cum on her shoes? you hope they don't notice. You grab the card and the letter in it to hide your guilty face from them. Please lady! Please don't wake up!
The cops stare at you for a long time. You just start reading.
The card is what you expected. It was the typical "we wish it wasn't so" card. The jerk who wrote it made it sound like the company was fighting for its survival. A couple other people signed it with good luck messages in it.
The cops are still staring at you. You manage a trembling drunken grin back, then dart your face into the other letter.
This letter was a little different. "Dear World." What a wierd way to start a letter. You read on. She's writing some sob story about work and how she can't find love. What a whiner. It's a good thing you didn't get to know her before you fucked her. It looks like she's writing one of those Dear Abby columnists in the newspaper. What a looser. Page two is more of the same. How could anyone have a good time with this crap going on inside of them. I mean, get a life.
The cops start talking with each other when you notice it. It's just a gleam of light in the corner of your eye, but it's still there. The Syringes! If the cops see those, they'll be sure to flip. Strip searched and sent to the pound-me-in-the-ass prison. You try to put the card down calmly, but you're drunk. Your hand drops like a tuna in heat. Luckily, you were successful. The card is now covering the syringes in the bag.
The cops look over at you again. One guy is scowling. You go back to the letter.
Page three. You can't believe this girl could write so much. But then you figure it out. It took you a while because you were drunk. You weren't paying attention because the cops had their eye on you. You're reading a suicide note!
Your eyes bug out. You're not drunk any more. You're not horny anymore. You can feel every synapse in your post-pubescent body. They're all tingling. Your mind is spinning like the little blade things in the blender on frappe. You just raped a dead girl, filled her drugged up hole with your cum, and the only way to save her life is to tell the cops about it. |