PhoenixPrime01
Hmm, so many choices.
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- Jun 24, 2002
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It had been awhile since I'd taken a bitch to just use any way I wanted no matter what she wanted. It was time again.
The thrill of the hunt, the stalk, the taking and possessing another human, a female added intensely to the capture and using her as she struggled physically and when that didn't work, mentally. It didn't matter how she fought. I'd win both ways for eventually her body would betray her, as it had the others, and she'd cum and cum even if her mind railed against it.
I drove three towns away, about 80 miles from my home grounds. I'd prepared my ‘capture kit' and was ready once more to find a cunt to take, possess and rape for as long as time allowed. I arrived in Darby, a town of about 80,000 people just before sundown and went to the local mall to find tonight's prey.
The hunting was always best in a mall setting. The hot bitches strutted their stuff so all would know just how good they looked. Never saw a bitch in curlers and slippers in a mall. They all dressed to show off all they had to offer for guys to look at, drool over and have fantasies about. The difference was, this time I wouldn't be having a fantasy. This time I'd stalk her, take her, strip her and fuck her to my heart's content and until I couldn't fuck her any more.
I grabbed a bite to eat and a couple of beers in a mall restaurant facing the concourse so I could look for a likely candidate for my pleasure. I was about to get my third beer when this hot looking cunt strolled, no strutted by the window. She was dressed to kill. Short dress, between mid thigh and her pussy, looong legs encased in stockings and heel. When she took a step, and the skirt flared out from her hips, it flashed the tops of the thigh highs she wore and a bit of tanned skin above them.
Either the bitch wasn't wearing panties or she had a thong on for there wasn't a panty line on her ass as it swayed when she strutted. Her tight cheeks bunched and swayed side to side as if begging to be fucked.
She looked to be about 5'7" tall to maybe 5'9" from where I was sitting, mid twenties to early thirties and had waist length black hair with red streaks down to her waist that swished from side to side as the bitch strutted along.
She was slender with tits a bit large for her frame. I'd guess C or D cups. The bra she had on to support their weight must have been sheer or lace because her nipples poked out at the silky clinging material of her dress and her tits moved very nicely under the dress with each step she took.
I left the restaurant and the hunt began. She'd be mine before long and have my cock in one of her fuck holes soon after.
The thrill of the hunt, the stalk, the taking and possessing another human, a female added intensely to the capture and using her as she struggled physically and when that didn't work, mentally. It didn't matter how she fought. I'd win both ways for eventually her body would betray her, as it had the others, and she'd cum and cum even if her mind railed against it.
I drove three towns away, about 80 miles from my home grounds. I'd prepared my ‘capture kit' and was ready once more to find a cunt to take, possess and rape for as long as time allowed. I arrived in Darby, a town of about 80,000 people just before sundown and went to the local mall to find tonight's prey.
The hunting was always best in a mall setting. The hot bitches strutted their stuff so all would know just how good they looked. Never saw a bitch in curlers and slippers in a mall. They all dressed to show off all they had to offer for guys to look at, drool over and have fantasies about. The difference was, this time I wouldn't be having a fantasy. This time I'd stalk her, take her, strip her and fuck her to my heart's content and until I couldn't fuck her any more.
I grabbed a bite to eat and a couple of beers in a mall restaurant facing the concourse so I could look for a likely candidate for my pleasure. I was about to get my third beer when this hot looking cunt strolled, no strutted by the window. She was dressed to kill. Short dress, between mid thigh and her pussy, looong legs encased in stockings and heel. When she took a step, and the skirt flared out from her hips, it flashed the tops of the thigh highs she wore and a bit of tanned skin above them.
Either the bitch wasn't wearing panties or she had a thong on for there wasn't a panty line on her ass as it swayed when she strutted. Her tight cheeks bunched and swayed side to side as if begging to be fucked.
She looked to be about 5'7" tall to maybe 5'9" from where I was sitting, mid twenties to early thirties and had waist length black hair with red streaks down to her waist that swished from side to side as the bitch strutted along.
She was slender with tits a bit large for her frame. I'd guess C or D cups. The bra she had on to support their weight must have been sheer or lace because her nipples poked out at the silky clinging material of her dress and her tits moved very nicely under the dress with each step she took.
I left the restaurant and the hunt began. She'd be mine before long and have my cock in one of her fuck holes soon after.
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