Dirty Little Sex Crime

For those who do not wish to read about torture, cruel acts, or any other random acts of violence that my mind may think about in the next couple hours, then I suggest you leave this site.

I sat quietly alone in the car, looking in the direction of the place I knew he would have to appear…his job. It’s the easiest way to track a person. Find out where they work, then just follow them.

I finished smoking and flipped the remains out the window into the heavy breeze, spinning it around outside my car. I took notice of the rustling leaves that spiraled around in a circle near the curb. My eyes followed as a stray leaf broke free and wondered off in the direction of the police department. My eyes followed every twist and curve as it neared my target.

I could feel the blood rushing through my veins as the leaf came to a stop when a officer stepped outside. I smiled lightly, breathing in the essence of life deep into my lungs.

I had been watching him for a long time, and fantasized many times about what I would do to him if I had the opportunity. I was looking at him like an object, not a life form like me, put a toy to be played with and used completely.

He was perfect with his short cut black hair, brown eyes, dimpled cheeks, and nice muscular built body. I was drawn towards him since the first day I saw him at the park. I felt it was fate that had brought us together and fate alone that would decide the outcome of our next meeting.

I watched him from Second and Broadway as he sat down in the his car, and placed a seatbelt across his chest. I started my car as he began backing out, and then I watched him as he turned left at the light and drove right in front of me. I quickly dropped in behind him and began my pursuit, my body tingling with adrenaline.

I relentlessly followed behind him as he turned left on Main St and then right to W 2nd St. At the light he turned left to 97 going under the overpass and pulled into a Quik-Trip located on the corner in front of Wal-Mart. I followed behind him as he made his way inside. I could smell the sweet fragrance of his cologne as his body moved through the air directly in front of me. I inhaled it deeply, programming the smell permanently into my mind. We reached for a small cup at the same moment and our hands briefly touched, sending shock waves of adrenaline throughout my body. Was it destiny or fate?

It wasn’t until we were getting into our cars and backing out that he looked directly at me, locking eyes for a longer than usually glance. I could tell that he thought I looked familiar, but he just couldn’t quite figure out who I was at that moment. Fear that I had been caught before I was ready, sent me in the opposite direction.

The next day, I waited until his shift was almost over before I began my pursuit of following him to his home. I drove past as I watched him pull his police cruiser into his driveway. I continued on straight, looking into my rearview mirror as he stepped his huge 6’3” body out of the small confines of the drivers seat. I turned around on the next block and drove back in front of his house looking for one last glance or the opportunity to put my plan in motion.

I knew he was married for the second time, and had a couple kids, but they were nothing but a momentary thought. After all, in the end they would be okay and be able move on with their lives. She knew the risk of being with a police officer when she first began sneaking around with him while he was still married to his first wife.

It was several hours into darkness on late February eve, when I got up enough nerve to park my car just a couple hundred feet from his front door. I stepped outside, feeling the heartbeat of the earth beneath my feet. Power was flowing into me as I was drawn nearer to his essence, his life force. I could smell the coolness of the earth as I stood near a window and peered with contempt of danger. I smiled slowly as I stood near the window and reached out to run my fingertips lightly over the glassy surface. My fingertips tingled with the feeling of life under them, my body reacting to the powerful flow of adrenaline, I reached down the front of my jeans with my left hand and cupped my moist mound.

I could see him standing in the middle of the room, talking on the phone as I silently watched his lips moving to words I could not understand. His graceful movements subdue my own shaky nerves as I watch him remove his shirt. His stomach muscles are not taught but rather pudgy, as if he has enjoyed a few too many beers in his lifetime. I find it sexy for men around 40 to have this kind of look, and it sent shivers down my spine.

My left index finger separated my damp opening and began massaging in clockwise direction. I giggled lightly thinking about how I would look like a fool if someone were to pass by and see me standing there. At the moment I didn’t care, I was more into the fantasy of what I could be doing to his body after I forced him at gunpoint into the back seat of my SVU.

I would handcuff his wrists behind his back, (using his own set of cuffs of course), gag him with a thick washcloth, and then place a black hood over his face. I would then take my helpless, whimpering victim to a cabin deep in the woods, where no sound could be heard for miles.

Inside the cabin I pull off the hood and remove the gag from your mouth. After all, there is no need to fear anyone being able to hear the screams so far out in the country.

He looks around confused and disoriented, but quickly recovers and tries rushing his handcuffed body in my direction. I’m quickly able to knock him off his feet and send him falling to the floor with a loud thump.

I maneuver over his body and sit across his mid-section, “You’re fucked my friend!” I say with a little giggle. Then I slap him viciously across the face, leaving a dark red handprint across his right cheek. With a savage grin on my face, I begin punching him in the face, chest and belly, forcing him the wince in a little pain.

He was big and powerful, but my blows took some of the fight out of him. Keeping him handcuffed I cut free his shirt, pulled down his jeans, and then removed his boxers, leaving him fully exposed to my fists. I worked him over until my knuckles began to bleed and the blood from his face began to mix with mine.

When he beg me to stop, I stepped back and began to admire the nakedness of my victim. He looked luscious, with his limp cock laying to the side of his leg. I couldn’t stop myself from taking him fully into my mouth. Nature took over and after several minutes his cock began to grow. I wanted to jam his big cock deep down my throat, but first I wanted him to feel pain.

I walked across the old creaky floor and stood before my victim. I pulled a large hunting knife out and touched the tip to his chest.

“You will call me Tayla,” I whispered softly. “And you will treat people like me with respect from now on. Do you fucking understand?”

He nodded, and said he was sorry.

“You know I could easily kill you,” I said to him. “No one knows where we are.”

“No, please, no,” I have a family he pleaded.

“No - what - you pig? I said pressing the tip of the knife into his firm chest muscle near his heart.

His eyes opened wide at the sensation of the cold blade pressing into his flesh, bringing a small amount of blood oozing to the surface.

“I’m sorry Tayla. Please don’t kill me,” he begged.

“That’s it. Be a nice officer. Not some asshole cunt, that thinks he’s better than the rest of the world.”

“Okay Tayla, just take the knife away from my chest.”

I moved the knife away from his new wound, but held it firmly in my hand. “You don’t remember me, do you asshole?” I asked gripping the knife a little tighter in my hand.

“No Tayla, I don’t…”

“Of course you don’t,” I said placing the knife back against his skin. “Pretty little pigs like you look right past people like me. I’m not pretty enough, smart enough, or thin enough for you. You treat me as if I’m a nobody. A worthless piece of shit that should only be taken out back and shot. You think you’re too good to follow the same rules that I have to follow. I’m nothing to you but dirt under your fingernail that you can’t get rid of.”

I stuck the knife into his chest deep enough to make him let out a loud ear piercing scream. I continued to stare into his eyes at his pain, until his eyes locked with mine, then I had to look away. Even handcuffed, he had power over me, and I wanted to take that power away from him.

“You’re nothing but a fucking piece of shit, you asshole,” I screamed at him and began slamming my fist into his body. While he shrieked in agony, I thought about taking the knife and driving it deep into his belly and splitting him open. “I want you to remember me, and everything that has happened today, so that you will never forget what trauma does to a person. They are never normal again. You can’t just forget and move on. Every time you think you’re okay, someone could be lurking around some corner ready to do you harm. I’m not going to kill you this time, but I’ll be watching you.”

My thoughts were running wild as I stood rubbing my wet cunt outside his house, thinking about my fantasy to kidnap the officer. I wanted to watch him struggle to breathe. The thought sent me over the edge and my insides began to erupt. Hot warm juices began to flow. I pulled out my fingers and licked the sweetness from my fingertips. I was out of breath, but returning to sanity when lights from a car turned down the street.

The coolness of the night air felt like ocean waves caressing my body. I quickly retreated to my car, and continue my quest to find another officer to kidnap for my ultimate fantasy.

The Good Guy

It was a beautiful spring afternoon and Damien didn’t have a care in the world as he walked home from school. The sun was shining brightly in the clear blue sky and his thoughts were on going for a swim in the old quarry pit on the other side of town when out of the corner of his eye he saw a middle-aged woman falling down on the steps in front of her house. He raced to her aid and while helping her to her feet asked, “Are you all right, ma’am, that was a nasty spill?”

I-I think so,” she replied obviously a bit shaken, “that was stupid of me, I’ve never done that before, but thank you for helping me up.”

“No problem,” Damien replied as he turned to leave, “I was happy to help.”

He was halfway down the front walk when she called out, “Say, would you like to step inside and have a glass of lemonade, I just made a pitcher full out of fresh lemons. He was a little dry, and after giving it a moment’s though nodded his head and answered, “Sure that would be nice.”

“Wow,” he said as they walked through the living room on the way to the kitchen, “this place is really fancy.”

“Why thank you, uh I never did get your name,” she replied, “I’m Mary and you’re…”

“Damien,” he shot back quickly, “I’m in my 4th year at OU, and I’ll be graduating in another month.”

“Well,” she said while pouring their drinks, “here’s to the future graduate.”

“Thanks,” Damien replied as he took a long drink of the ice-cold liquid, “mmmmm this sure tastes good.”

They drank for a minute or so in silence when all at once Damien began to feel a little light headed, he steadied himself on the counter and after staring at his drink, he slowly slipped to the floor and passed out cold.

The next thing he remembered was waking up with a spitting headache and the sensation of having his arms and legs being stretched hard in spread eagle fashion. He shook his head from side to side trying to shake the cobwebs from his brain, and when he finally was able to focus, he was stunned to find that he was in a dark basement and locked in a device that kept him immobile and completely vulnerable.

“What the hell’s going on here,” he thought to himself while trying to see if he was alone, “that woman, she did this to me!” He strained to free his arms from their restraint, but it was hopeless, he was captured and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. He was just about to yell for help when into the room came a naked 250-pound woman crawling on all fours with a collar around her neck being led with a leash by the woman who called herself Mary.

“W-what are you going to do to me,” he asked fearfully while keeping his eyes on the poor girl sitting naked on the floor, “you can’t keep me here, I’ll call the police!”

“Oh, no,” she replied, “I’m so scared. Tell me Cutiepie, should I be afraid of this big tough guy?”

“No, ma’am,” she replied with her head down.

“Well, Damien,” she retorted, “Cutiepie here doesn’t seem to think I’m in much trouble, so now that I have you, what shall I do with you?”

Damien nervously eyed the older woman, and it was then that he noticed that she was wearing a black leather bra, leather panties, stockings and garter belt, and of course black high-healed shoes. Damien was contemplating her plans for him when she stunned him back to reality when she ordered Cutiepie, “Okay, my bitch, off with his clothes and be quick about it!”

Cutiepie moved with easy agility as she used a sharp pair of scissors to snip away every stitch of the young man’s clothing, causing his cock to thicken in front of the two strangers.

“My, my,” Mary said softly, “will you just look at that, our guest has a nice big hard-on, he must really like his accommodations, don’t you think so, bitch?”

“Yes, Mistress,” she replied with her head down, “he must like it very much.”

“So,” she pressed on, “what do you think we should do with it?”

“I think sucking it would be the best thing,” she replied.

“Hmmmmmm, that sounds like a fine idea. What do you think, Damien, would you like to get your dick sucked?”

His head was now spinning like a top as these two perverts discussed his organ and what to do with it, so in a very shaky voice he stammered, “D-don’t you dare touch me, I don’t want some dried up old hag sucking my cock!”

“Such a naughty mouth,” she admonished him, “but of course you’re right, I wouldn’t dream of sucking your worthless piece of garbage pecker, but I think Cutiepie would be interested in the prospect, am I right Cutiepie…how does that sound?

“That sounds wonderful, Mistress,” the twenty something woman answered with her head still bowed, “may I suck him now, please may I?”

The gravity of the situation was now just beginning to dawn on him. No one knew where he was, and worse yet, he was in the thrall of a woman who was about to use him in a way that he wasn’t sure he would enjoy. Cutiepie waited patiently for her Mistress to give her permission, and then with a mere nod of her head she unleashed her cocksucker slave upon his now very erect penis.

“No, please no,” he offered weakly, “stop her. Don’t let her do this to me!”

Mary merely laughed off his pleas and urged her fat bitch to empty Damien’s load into her hot, fat, and eager mouth. This was unbelievable, here he was getting his cock sucked by a hot-mouthed fat girl who was better at her craft than any woman he had ever had in his short life. Closer and closer, his climax inched, until finally he closed his eyes and just gave into his passion. His nut sack tightened in a precursor to his cum, but just as he was ready to blow, his nipples were seared by a burning sensation that caused him to bark in agony while his orgasm was temporarily put on hold.

“Ohhhhhhh, god,” he gasped, “w-what have you done to me, oh it hurts so bad! He opened his eyes just in time to see Mary finish hooking a pair of sharp-toothed alligator clips to his now bleeding nipples. “Y- you’re crazy,” he gasped as the pain and pleasure coiled together in a mishmash of agony and ecstasy, “ohhhhhhh fuck, I’m gonna cum, oh god, let me cum!”

The burning in his nipples seemed to be sending supercharged shots of electricity straight into his straining pecker, and as Mary sat back down on a chair and spread her legs wide apart, affording him a clear view of her smoothly shaved pussy, well it was just to much for the confused young man. His penis erupted in shower of cum that threatened to drown his cock-sucking lover in a gusher of hot burning love gravy.

After it was over, he slumped helplessly forward, and if it weren’t for his restraints, he would have come crashing to the floor. Cutiepie unhooked his shackles, and after half leading and dragging him over to her, she positioned the young man between Mary’s wide open thighs, whereupon she grabbed him by the hair and pulled his mouth directly to her steaming pussy. He was by now on automatic pilot, so when he felt Cutiepie crawled under him he offered no resistance, and quickly spread Cutiepie’s thick pussy lips and rammed his cock deep into her awaiting pussy.

Within a matter of moments, all three of them were rocketing towards orgasms as Damien’s hot mouth worked over Mary’s drooling pussy and Cutiepie spread her legs wider for Damien to go even deeper. All three of them were rocked by orgasms that left them shaking like leaves in a hurricane as their spent organs throbbed from the mutually satisfying experience.

Later that evening, after giving him a hot shower, Mary sent him on his way, but Damien knew in his heart that nothing would ever be the same for him again, he had a new Mistress, and that’s all he needed to know.