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|01-03-2009, 07:53 AM||#1|
Join Date: Aug 2008
It was twilight when I got there. The house was big, set off in a big lot in one of the more exclusive suburbs. Fancy designer garden too. The whole setup had â€œsix-figure income yuppie familyâ€ written all over it. The front door had one of those wooden signs on it that said â€œThe Brownsâ€. I tried the doorknob; not locked. Amazing how careless some people are these days. Heart thumping in anticipation of what I was going to do, I crept inside, closed the door behind me, and drew my gun.
I made my way toward the living room, from which the sound of a TV emanated. The sound must have completely masked the noise of my entry, because at first they showed no sign of knowing I was there. There were three of them lined up on the sofa. 40-ish man and woman; 20-ish girl, college-coed type, probably home visiting her parents over the summer. The females were both lookers. They didnâ€™t even notice me until I said, â€œTurn it off.â€
All three of them looked up, startled. I made a gesture with the gun at the TV set. The girl, who was holding the remote, seemed paralyzed with terror, staring at the gun. â€œJennifer,â€ Mr. Brown said, â€œyou b-better turn it off.â€
She did. Instant silence. â€œH-how did you get in here?â€ Mrs. Brown demanded.
â€œFront door.â€ I jerked a thumb over my shoulder.
â€œJenny, didnâ€™t you lock it when you came in?â€
â€œI thought I did, Mom â€“â€œ
â€œThatâ€™s enough,â€ I interrupted. â€œAnybody else in the house?â€
â€œNo â€“â€œ said Mr. Brown.
â€œIf youâ€™re looking for money,â€ his wife said, â€œthereâ€™s more than two hundred dollars in my purse in the hall closet. Just please donâ€™t hurt us.â€
â€œDontcha worry, Maâ€™am, nobodyâ€™s gonna get hurt if you all do as youâ€™re told. Itâ€™s not money Iâ€™m after, though.â€
That last comment seemed to make them even more nervous. â€œD-donâ€™t do anything to our daughter,â€œ Mrs. Brown said. â€œPlease donâ€™t.â€
â€œI promise I wonâ€™t so much as lay a finger on her,â€ I said, â€œif you all do as youâ€™re told. Anybody disobeys me â€“â€œ I hefted the gun significantly â€œâ€“ all three of you get it. Now, are you all gonna do as youâ€™re told?â€
â€œI g-guess so,â€ Mr. Brown stuttered. â€œJust please donâ€™t hurt us.â€
â€œNow youâ€™re being smart,â€ I said. I stood leaning against the wall behind me and gestured to Mrs. Brown. â€œYou. Come here.â€
She did, looking nervous. The very image of the modern upper-middle-class housewife. Pastel-green knee-length dress, sensible shoes. Great figure, even better than her daughterâ€™s, Iâ€™d say, though that was a tough call. â€œGet down on your knees.â€
She did, right in front of me. I started undoing the front of my jeans. She looked up. It was obvious enough what I was going to make her do. â€œPlease, Mister, not in front of my daughter!â€
â€œI didnâ€™t come here to negotiate with you,â€ I said, brandishing the gun meaningfully. â€œI came here to have a good time, and if you know whatâ€™s good for you, youâ€™ll give me one. You know what to do. Do it.â€
Trembling, she leaned forward, took hold of my already half-hard dick, put it in her mouth, and set to work with a will. I put my left hand on her shoulder and squeezed gently, still holding the gun in my right. I turned my attention to the other two occupants of the room. The daughter was staring, open-mouthed, as her mother pleasured me. Mr. Brown seemed to be trembling with rage. â€œYou â€“ you canâ€™t do this to my wife!â€
â€œMan, sheâ€™s good!â€ I said. Which she was. â€œI hope you appreciate her, Mister. Now, itâ€™s not fair for the lady of the house to have to do all the work. You two are going to put on a show for me. Get to it.â€
The daughter looked vaguely baffled and very worried, her father even more so. â€œWh-what are you talking about?â€ he demanded.
â€œDo I have to spell it out for you?â€ I said. I gestured at his daughter with my gun hand. â€œFuck her. On the sofa. So I can watch while your wifeâ€™s sucking me off.â€
â€œWhat?!â€ he roared. Mrs. Brown stopped what she was doing and let my now rock-hard dick slip out of her mouth as she stared at me in disbelief at what sheâ€™d just heard.
â€œMister,â€ he said, murderous rage in his voice, â€œthere are some things a real man just doesnâ€™t do. I guess you wouldnâ€™t know about that. But Iâ€™d die before Iâ€™d do what you just told me to do. If you want to shoot me, go ahead and shoot me, but I am not going to do â€“ that.â€
Coito ergo sum
|01-03-2009, 07:59 AM||#2|
Join Date: Aug 2008
â€œYou just havenâ€™t been paying attention, have you?â€ I said, brandishing the gun. â€œEverybody does what theyâ€™re told, or everybody gets it. If you donâ€™t fuck her, I wonâ€™t just shoot you â€“ Iâ€™ll shoot her as well.â€
There was a moment of silence as the three of them mentally ran through their options and concluded they didnâ€™t have any. â€œMister, please donâ€™t make them do this,â€ Mrs. Brown begged forlornly.
I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed her mouth forward back onto my dick. â€œYou get back to work,â€ I said. She did, trembling more than before. I looked at Mr. Brown. â€œAs for you â€“ you get to work too.â€
â€œYou sick, twisted, filthy, disgusting â€“â€œ
â€œYouâ€™ll have plenty of time to show off your vocabulary after Iâ€™m gone. Right now youâ€™ve got just one simple thing to do to avoid having your family blown away. Get to it.â€
He turned to his daughter. â€œJennifer â€“ Iâ€™m so sorry â€“ heâ€™d really do it â€“ look at his eyes. I canâ€™t let him shoot you.....â€
â€œDad â€“ itâ€™s â€“ itâ€™s okay â€“ itâ€™s to save all our lives.....â€ Shaking, she slowly took off her T-shirt and bra, then her sneakers and socks, and finally her jeans and panties, and lay back on the sofa, gazing up at the ceiling, pretty as a centerfold and just as motionless. Her father also undressed and stood over her, as if wondering what to do.
With my free hand I fished a small tube of Vaseline out of my pocket and tossed it to him. â€œUse that,â€ I said. â€œIt helps it go in easier when a galâ€™s not in the mood.â€ He glared daggers at me, but began lubing up his already half-hard dick with the stuff. I could see it stiffening as he worked. Then he climbed onto the sofa between his daughterâ€™s shapely legs, lowered himself onto her, and slipped it into her.
For the next several minutes I enjoyed the sight of the guy fucking his daughter, while his wife blew me. Man, this bitch was good! A couple of times I had to order her to stop and hold still for a few seconds so I wouldnâ€™t come too soon. What must have been going through her mind, as she used all her skill to pleasure me while, no doubt, being utterly full of the purest hatred for me! Her husband kept thrusting mechanically inside their daughter, his motions shifting her back and forth, back and forth on the sofa. The girl was rigid, her eyes closed, wincing and red-faced, off in her own world somewhere, but her fatherâ€™s eyes were wide open, staring down at her.
His motions began to speed up. I knew what that meant. â€œDonâ€™t pull out,â€ I warned him. â€œStay inside her when you come. All the way inside. And donâ€™t try to fake it. I can tell. Come inside her, for real.â€ This time he didnâ€™t react visibly at all, just thrusting faster and faster, breathing harder and harder. I was getting pretty close myself. Finally he moaned, shoved himself all the way in, and shuddered and groaned on top of her for what seemed like a full minute. This wasnâ€™t fake, he was coming for real â€“ I could tell. The loving daddyâ€™s cream was gushing into his daughterâ€™s baby-making innards like a firehose; in my minds eye I could almost see it. As he was subsiding, the sight of the grand finale of his performance combined with his wifeâ€™s expert tongue skills finally pushed me over the edge. I came so hard that if I hadnâ€™t been leaning against the wall I might have collapsed. I shot my wad into Mrs. Brownâ€™s mouth in several bursts, squeezing her shoulder hard and gasping with pure joy.
Mr. Brown was lying panting on top of his daughter. I slipped my dick out of Mrs. Brownâ€™s mouth and ordered her to look up at me. Her face was ablaze with hatred. â€œSwallow,â€ I ordered. I knew every fiber of her being wanted to spit the stuff out, but she obeyed.
After a moment her husband and their daughter slowly got up off the sofa and began getting dressed, standing facing away from each other. I zipped up my jeans. Mrs. Brown was still on her knees, staring down. None of them seemed to want to look at me, or at each other. â€œYou all did real good,â€ I said. â€œEnjoy the rest of your evening.â€ And with that, I left. I locked their front door on the way out; no one can say Iâ€™m not considerate, in my own way.
It was two days later. Mr. Brown met me at the pre-arranged place. Without a word he handed me a thick envelope. I didnâ€™t need to count the bills inside; I knew he wouldnâ€™t cheat me. â€œHowâ€™s the family?â€ I asked.
â€œTheyâ€™re getting over it,â€ he said. â€œTheyâ€™ve both forgiven me. They said they knew I didnâ€™t have any choice, that weâ€™d all have been killed if I hadnâ€™t done it.â€ He paused. â€œYou were damn convincing. You even had me scared for a moment!â€
â€œNo need,â€ I said. â€œLike I told you when you hired me, the gun wasnâ€™t loaded. You did the outraged-family-man act pretty well yourself. Are they going to report the incident to the cops?â€
â€œNo. They both agreed with me that we shouldnâ€™t report it. Neither of them could stand the idea of having to describe all that to the cops. Too embarrassing. They want to just forget it as best they can and put it behind them.â€
â€œGreat. Your wife really does give terrific head, you know. Just like you said.â€ I put the envelope in my jacket pocket. â€œIf Iâ€™d known she was that good, maybe Iâ€™d have given you a discount.â€
His eyes followed the envelope. â€œIâ€™m not proud of this,â€ he said, â€œbut I had to do it. Iâ€™ve been fantasizing about Jennifer for so long..... Eventually I realized the only way I was going to get over this obsession was to actually have her. Just once, you understand. This way, I finally got to do it, and I canâ€™t be blamed. Theyâ€™ll never figure out that I hired you.â€
â€œWhatever turns you on,â€ I said. â€œGlad to have been of help.â€ I never make moral judgments about a client. I just take their money and do what they hire me to do. Itâ€™s a living. And I canâ€™t say I donâ€™t enjoy it.
We shook hands and went our separate ways.
Coito ergo sum
|05-06-2009, 06:22 PM||#3|
Join Date: Feb 2009
Location: In a warzone?
This is an extremely hot story and its one of those "would you do xxx if xxx life depended on it?" questions that everyones thought about at some time. I thought it was great, its the kind of scenario I would have written. Really really good!
|05-14-2009, 05:27 AM||#7|
Hardest E-thug around
Join Date: Feb 2006
I must agree, the action went just a little to fast for me, but overall a reall good story, thank you.
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