Part 3: Very Explicit

Part 3: Very Explicit (LOL)

I wasn't able to hold it in any longer, it's been almost seven months since I had the feel of a woman. My body stiffened up and started convulsing, before I knew it I filled her mouth was with remnants of myself. That's when I knew killing her may be hard for me, because without hesitation she swallowed every drop without blinking an eye. I think my toes would've curled if I weren't standing. She rose to her feet, keeping her eyes on me every inch of the way, as soon as she was fully standing I grabbed her by the shoulders forcing her to turn around, and slammed her against the dressed swiping everything off in one motion. I positioned her body the way I needed her to be and told her if she moved one inch I'll do more than blow her back completely out. Her leg up on the dresser with her foot resting on the edge which left her completely open for me to hit it the way I like. Bending my knees, I raised up into her slowly, needing to see how much she can take. Her walls tightening against my shaft, telling me that she hasn't had a shot in a while. Still traveling into her I reached her end as she gasped for air.

I slow stroke her for awhile, to make sure she was nice and leaking. Once I felt her wetness on my stomach and legs, that was my green light. She wants it rough, rough she gets. I put my hand on her leg that was bent and with the other grabbed her hair. I knew how much of me she could take before she started gasping so the first couple of strokes was in and out with a generous thrust. She started gasping, I pulled her back to me propping both feet on the edge of the dresser then pushing her forward so I had full access, but the only body contact would be my hips to her ass. She started to scream, head damn near hitting the wall, I told her to brace herself, and with every force in me I thrusted into her. Jackie screaming at the top of her lungs telling me how good the dick is, like I didn't already know. This was like a rodeo scene, because I grabbed her shoulders and the only thing that was keeping her on the dresser was my heavy hitting. It's like she was riding me in mid-air.

Still inside, I carry her to the bed, I lay her on her stomach, closed her legs, and grinded inside of her knocking down walls with every stroke. She started to beg me if she could bless my shaft with her female sweetness. Biting her neck I raised my head to tell her since she didn't ask the eight times she already did, no and she better hold it. Switching up on her every so often; first it's straight in and out, then I'm hitting her to right, then the left, taking long strokes so my head almost pop out but doesn't. I get to the point that the liquor is starting to wear off, so I set myself in motion to dig into her soul. She's biting the mattress but has blessed me several times since she asked so I know it's getting real good to her. Spreading her legs with my feet and her arms with my hands I lay into her and lay into her deep.

Part 2: A tad explicit

Part 2: A tad explicit

We made it back to the house with no problems, walked back to Jackie's truck so we can show them they're dealing with real gentlemen. We opened their doors and escorted them into the house. Once inside we told them to make themselves at home and gave them a tour of the house. That way we don't have to accompany them to the bathroom or anywhere else for that matter. Matt turned on the stereo, I got us more drinks so we can continue to have a good time. Now, if you haven't read our first story you have no clue what we look like so I'll give you a brief description. I'm tall, built, white, and God blessed me WELL. I've dealt with black women in the past and found that I enjoy their body movements, but I don't discriminate. Matt, is also tall but not as tall as I am, he's now nicely built but in high school, he was very thin and linky; plus he's also somewhat blessed in that area like myself. 

We started dancing and having a good ole time. Jackie whispered in my ear and wanted us to leave these two and go to the bedroom. Shit, you don't have to tell me twice. I lifted her up, legs around my waist gripping me tightly, all the while she's sucking on my neck. "I hope that's not the only thing you like to suck." I said while her carrying her up to my room. "No, I like to suck everything." Jackie said with a side grin as she bit her bottom lip. She started unbuttoning my shirt, before I had a chance to hit the stairs. "I hope you like it rough because I want you to bang my back completely out. Can you deliver?" This poor woman didn't know who she was talking too but I didn't answer, she'll see on her own.

Clothes off, condom on, on her knees, and she's doing the damn thing. I grab the back of her head and started hitting the back of her throat, unfortunately because of my size and the size of her mouth, her teeth are getting in the way of full enjoyment. So I allowed her to regain control and just please a few inches of me; which is fine by me as long as she's putting in work. She's looking up at me, using one hand to rub my leg and the other to cradle my sack. Her hands were so soft, as she rubbed my leg, and played with them like they were Chinese baoding balls. Trying not to get to that point of not being able to control myself, I grabbed her head again to feel her teeth on my shaft, and my head tapping the back of her throat.

Part 1

Part 1

We're in here turnt up, throwing drinks back, getting well deserved lap dances, and throwing around $20 bills like they're ones. Let me take you back just a little,  so you can understand what's going on here. We lost everything that meant something to us, our families. It wasn't because of us or our doings, it's because there's so many screwed up people in the World. Not saying we're saints because we're not, hell we've done our dirt too. So I guess this is what the universe considers payback. So for now, we party but once this party is over, someone isn't going to make it home. I promise you that!

Watching the girls do their thing, we sit back  and observe to see which one is going back to the house with us. Everything is a totally different than living in warmer climates. If you don't have four wheel drive here in Alaska, you're basically assed out and walking normally isn't an option kinda like tonight. It's below freezing and the snow on the ground is horrendous to say the least.

We have two females in sight, not strippers but two of the patrons. She's drop dead gorgeous, maybe 25, caramel complexion, hazel eyes, and her body is built like an athlete. I take her and her friend over a few drinks. I pushed up on the one that suited me best and started to conversate. We talked, laughed, and made them feel comfortable with us. Jackie, the one I'm talking too started rubbing on my thigh, giving me that look telling me I have her wide open. I checked out Matt and Jackie's friend Rebecca seemed into Matt so, we were good to go. At the end of our time spent we invited them back to our place, which they proudly accepted our offer.

The strip club has no cameras inside or out, so we're in the clear. We paid for everything with cash and because there's so many people in here, not one person could pick us out of a line up with as little as five people. We kept everything we did low key, well besides the fact we were throwing around twenties like pimps. Matt and I walked out to the SUV and waited on the girls so they can follow us home. Sitting in an all black SUV with limousine tint, so the only way anyone can see the inside is if we let the windows down.

When Jackie and Rebecca came out they were looking around, I flashed my lights to get their attention. After about five minutes they were right behind us flashing their lights indicating they were ready. It's about a thirty minute ride from the club to our place; we figured our place would be best since we're ten miles away from our neighbors, the screams won't be heard, and we can have some real adult fun before the torture begin.

Introduction

Introduction

I want to introduce myself before my Creator makes my life into her own story. My name, is Ryan Matters and with me is my best friend Matt Henson. Murder is something that's embedded in us, its deep down in our souls, deep into our bone marrow. I'm going to make this brief, because within 24 hours our Creator will bring us to life. Matt and I are serial killers, that never been caught. Learn our story, memorize our traits, you never know when we'll come for you. Don't fret unless you live in Alaska, because that's where the story begins; D. Odell  Benson its all yours now.

Part 66

Part 66 (Last part, I need to work on this in book form, along with one other project. I'll start a new story in a few days. Murder anyone?)

With hate and rage running through me, I went downstairs to Dave; grabbed the car battery that was sitting next to Eric's work table, jumper cables, two buckets of water, and snatched all 16 darts off of Eric’s dartboard. Submerging each foot in a bucket of its own, I hooked up the cables ignoring his heavy breathing. Cables ready, I told him to tell me everything he knows, but he said nothing. Tapping the cables together showing Dave that this would be his means of death if he remains silent. I gave him about ten minutes to speak; during this time I decided what better way to practice my dart throwing than throwing them at him. A few stuck in his face, one went right in the corner of his eye; which is when I thought he was going to say something but instead he let out a loud screeching scream, I guess that was painful. Unleashing the rest of the darts into the center of his nicely built chest, I started to get bored, he wasn’t talking, I was out of darts, and I was tired. I dropped one cable in the bucket and pulled it out after a minute; besides his heavy breathing he still said nothing. Frustrated to the max, I just gave in, torture isn't my thing. I dropped a cable in each bucket simultaneously and stood there watching him shake from the electric currents. It pops into my head that I forget the main item needed, the fire extinguisher. I head upstairs to retrieve it from the kitchen were I can smell burning flesh, in amazement I go back to the cellar, and the looks of this man was horrifying. I assume one of the cables is directly on his skin because, there was a burning hole in his chest which could be because of the metal tip darts. Smoke coming from the top of his head, and both eyes literally out of their sockets. Spraying him down with the extinguisher; first his body, then I started to spray his face when I saw bubbles come from his mouth, he was all alive. I disconnected the cables, made sure the fire within him was completely out, and I sat there until I saw him take his last breath. Just to make sure he was dead, I unloaded my clip into his face; it was well deserved.

The next morning I woke up to Eric sitting at the foot of the bed holding Dave's envelope. "I knew he wouldn't hurt you if I weren't there. I knew that he loved you but, I also knew that he didn't want to look over his shoulder for me his entire life. When I left, in my heart I could feel that you were upset with me, which made Dave assume that he could possibly have a chance. There's a lot to factor into the reason I left you there, but it wasn't because I've changed, I'm still the same man you fell in love with at the prison. The only difference is, I don't have to just worry about myself, I have to worry and protect the both of us. If I thought for a minute that he would harm you I wouldn't have left you with him. Killing him there would've opened up a new can of worms and gave whomever was after us our location."

"I understand now and I apologize for the hurtful things I said to you, I didn't see it this way. If I did I wouldn't have reacted the way I did. Since the organization has me as a mark, it’s not safe for you to be around me."

Eric crawled in bed and told me that was the last time he'll leave me, because the main threat is gone; which was the team he's been with for years. Looking into his eyes I once again felt a tad bit of comfort. Pulling me close to him, he holds me without saying another word.

Somewhere in there we both fell asleep. When we came too, we were still in the same position we nodded off in. I told him that we needed to rid the body so I could relax and take a shower before I hit the road. Eric replied that it was already taken care of and asked if he could accompany me. Still not trusting him fully, I walk towards the shower peeling of my layers of clothing glancing back at him and he's doing the same, following my lead. Warm water serenading our bodies, there wasn’t much to be said so we washed ourselves, me washing his back, and him returning the favor. Holding me, my head tilted, resting on his soapy chest, his head resting on mine, and we still say nothing. We may have stood in the shower just holding and being held for an half an hour, no words just the sweet pitter patter of our hearts beating as one, still forming a union as if there’s no wrong. I turned to Eric, his eyes were red and swollen, holding his face between my hands he cries out, “All I wanted to do is love you, I was only trying to save you.” Knowing that he wasn’t telling me a lie, I blessed his lips with mine, telling him between kisses that I know. Sweet, strong, passionate kisses like the first kiss I had with him. Between every kiss he offers me a promise.

“I promise to love you (kiss), I promise to cherish you (kiss), I promise never to leave your side (kiss), I promise to protect you (kiss), I promise to fill your heart with laughter and joy (kiss), I promise appreciate you (kiss), I promise to give you all of me (kiss), I promise to be loyal (kiss), I promise to be faithful (kiss), I promise to offer my life, so I can give you life (kiss), I promise that the only pain you will ever feel, is pain from pleasure (kiss), I promise to make up for all the bad, people have done to you (kiss), I promise to try to make you fall in love with me every day (kiss), I promise to make you smile every day for the rest of our lives (kiss). Will you allow me to fulfill my promises to you?” My knees got weak and I had no choice but to hold onto him to stop myself from hitting the floor. “Are you going to answer me or do I need to show you? I don’t mind if you can’t give an answer right now, I’m in this for life. You are my wife and that means the World to me. If I have to spend the rest of my life making this up to you I will, that’s my promise.” Without further hesitation all I could muster up was, “yes.” I kissed him until I felt that spark again and of course until I felt that he was aroused. *wink-wink*

Part 65

Part 65

Wishing this moment could last forever, deep down inside I knew that if I allow him to slide without a negative reaction he'll think it's okay to keep acting this way. Releasing him has never been so hard as it is now. Tears flowing, I ask him to leave and if he was free to come back in the afternoon to assist me in making sure his remains is outside of his property lines. He nodded, wiped his face, and went out the back door. I was so angry, so hurt, so disappointed, and I felt betrayed. I fell to the floor, my heart broken, with every breath there was a restriction in my chest. It felt like a full blown anxiety attack but there was nothing I could do to numb the pain.

After a few hours I gathered myself and headed back to the cellar. Dave completely awake, he pleaded with me not to kill him and that he was just doing what was ordered. I asked for the envelope but he stated that Eric took it with him. "Now that, I can't believe. If you tell me the truth, not what I want to hear, but the truth, it'll make this process a hell of a lot easier, and there won't be as much blood to clean up later."

"Okay, okay he wasn't my mark, you were. The envelope is in my bag, go see for yourself."

"Why do they want me dead?"

"We don't know until after and got know this. Unless it's above our pay grade; if it is, then we'll never know. Just know your times up and I would've protected you. Now since I know I can't trust you, I'll hunt you down until the day I die."

I ran up the stairs to search his bag. I found everything except the envelope, then I looked in the side pockets. All black envelope, opening it slowly I see my picture, the same picture I had for my identification. Means of death, torture; orders by, William C. Clark III. That's the older gentleman that briefed us on upcoming operations. I stood there amazed, shocked, and bewildered.

Part 64

Part 64

Please understand, there's long term effects of radioactive polonium-210 but nothing short term. In Dave's drink I added ketamine, when I noticed he started to slouch, and become lethargic I sat across from him with my dinner plate. "Dave, it's sad to see a handsome man like yourself be so ugly and unattractive. No real woman wants to be spoken too in the manner in which you spoke to me. Don't get me wrong, I like that you’re blunt and honest but not when it comes to courting someone; we want to be caressed, complimented, wined, and dined. You Sir, you don't know how to treat a woman and because that’s your biggest downfall, this woman will show you what happens when treat a woman like a whore.” Dave pulled himself to his feet, holding onto the table and chair, but not for long before he lost his strength and hit the floor. My biggest problem at this point is getting him to the cellar. I put another five milligrams of ketamine in a needleless syringe and forced it down his throat; I need to make sure he’s going to be out of it until I get him in the basement and secured.

I went upstairs to grab the comforter off the bed when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I crouched on the side of the bed with my gun aimed at the door, waiting for whomever to enter. There’s no way he’s up, he has so much ketamine in his system that if he does wake, walking is something he won’t be able to do let alone come up stairs. The door opens slightly, then I hear Eric’s voice. “Sweetheart it’s me.” Coming from behind the bed as he walks in. He tells me that he’ll help me move Dave to the cellar. I politely refused explained to him that I don’t need his help and would prefer if he were not here while I was dealing with my mark. His face twisted a tad, told me that he’ll leave, but he'll help me not because he thinks I need it, but because he doesn’t want me to get hurt taking him down the stairs. I was adamant on him leaving and he adamant on staying at least until Dave was secure. I agreed and lead him down the stairs. He attempted to talk to me but I just wasn’t in the mood for anything; I wanted to shower, I needed to eat, sleep needed to be in there at some point but talking, talking wasn't part of the plan.

Dave’s secured to a steel chair that's bolted to the ground. The chair had steel wrist and ankle cuffs attached so I'm relieved that he's not able to get out unless I let him go. To be on the safe side I checked him anyway to make sure he has nothing on him that would help him free himself from where he was definitely going to die. I grabbed Eric’s hand and guided him upstairs, “You lied to me, you left me with someone that I did not trust, you didn’t trust me enough to tell me or signal for me to follow you. You left me but you want me to be the mesmerized jail inmate or the loving wife but you’ve changed. You’re not the man I fell in love with, and I would rather you walk away never to return then to have to worry if you’re not going to keep another promise. To be honest, I would have rather stayed in prison, and had what we had then what we have now. I don’t believe you and I don’t trust you. Just like I don’t believe that Dave is my mark, I believe that you’re his and to save your skin you’re using me to do something you can’t; but I love you that much that I’m willing to kill him to save your life.” I walked up to him, reaching my arms around his neck, and hugging him. I kissed his neck, forced him to raise his head, kissed him as if there was nothing wrong, and he kissed me passionately while holding me tight.