Paying the Price for Crime
Introduction:
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As he turned out the light, a deep sleep soon overtook him. It was not for several hours that he was stirred from his slumber by Champ, his Doberman Pinscher. Tom tried to clear the fog of being awaken. He heard the low pitched growl and could tell from the sound that Champ was now in a state of high alert. After grabbing his bedside pistol he quietly opened his bedroom door as Champ bolted through the opening. It did not take the K-9 long to find the source of the alarm. Tom could tell by the barking and snarling that they did in fact have an uninvited guest here in their home on this late hour. Turning on the light in the room confirmed what he already knew.
“Stay right where you are and you won’t get hurt. Take that hood off of your head.”
When the hood was removed Tom was shocked, “you’re that hippie girl from down the street. What the hell are you doing breaking into my house?”
“I don’t have a weapon on me. Please don’t hurt me, Mr. Jackson,” she said. She slightly moved toward him and lunging forward with teeth bared Champ pinned the intruder into the corner. “Oh God! Please call him off!”
Tom said, “Okay as long as you do what you’re told you won’t be hurt.”
She responded, “What are you going to do with me? Please don’t call the police. Please just let me go. I’m sorry I broke into your house.”
“Okay, I won’t call the police but I’m not gonna just let you go as if nothing happened here. Take off your cloths” Tom said.
“What! You’re going to rape me? …Please No!”
“Had you rather I call the police and you go to jail? Of course the phone is in the other room and Champ here does not like uninvited guests. No telling what might happen by the time I can get the phone and call 911.”
She quickly weighed it all out in her mind. The hot breath, low growl and still bared teeth. You could see her surrender as her shoulders dropped and her head lowered. Her long silky black hair partial covering her face as she unbuttoned her blouse. She dropped the blouse to the floor and Tom noticed her breasts as they filled her bra.
“Come into the bedroom. Champ come,” Tom said. She nervously walked past them with Tom and Champ following her. He closed and locked the door behind him. “What is your name,” Tom asked.
“It’s Angie,” she said just standing there by the bed with a blank expression on her face, not really knowing what to do next.
He placed the gun on the top shelf of the closet pointed to the closet door and said, “Champ Sit.” The dog did what he was told and assumed an alert poised position. Tom walked to Angie and kissed her passionately. Her breath quickened and she felt flushed all down her body. She did not expect this older man to be such a great kisser but she was determined to not give him any type responsive satisfaction. As far as she was concerned he would get nothing more from her than he would get from a blowup doll. Angie’s breasts fell out of her bra heavy and round as his nimble fingers unsnapped the clasps which held them in place. Moving down her body the passionate kisses and cool air were taking their toll as her dark brown nipples. They were already rising to hard points. A jolt of electricity went from her hardening nipples to her moistening pussy when Tom sucked her left nipple into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. The sucking of one nipple and his fingers pugging on the other nipple was not helping her inner resolve at all. Her breathing was a steady panting by now and her heart beat wildly. She was not sure if Mr. Jackson could hear her breathing had become a steady panting by now. Her heart beating wildly in her chest. This was going to be a much more difficult task than she had initially believed.
She felt herself regain some composure when she was pushed back onto the bed. By the time Tom finally was able to remove her shoes and pants and panties her mind was beginning to recenter itself. It was not until then that Tom noticed all the beautiful and colorful tattoos that were scattered across her short sexy young body. They were across one ribcage which extended across her torso and under her breasts, up both her thighs, on both arms with one full sleeve. He continued sucking each hard little nipple, slowly kissing and licking his way down her body until he reached the dark full bush between her legs. Forcing her legs apart he rubbed his face in the plush fur and began sucking each lip into his mouth as his tongue worked up and down her slit. She was determined to stay strong but the pleasure radiating from her sopping wet pussy was more than she could control. Her mind fought hard but was losing badly as her body was betraying her. She tried to force herself to think about his beautiful BMW that she had admired for so long. But no one had ever ate her pussy like this before and all she could do was think, “damn he knows how to work it!” He licked and sucked every part of her cunt until she was on fire. He was in no hurry and he knew exactly what he was doing. It was then that he finally gave her aching clit some attention. He had slipped two fingers in and was working her G-Spot.
“Oh God!” Angie said between the gasps…. “I’m gonna cu…What?”
Tom pulled off her clit just in the nick of time and started kissing and licking the inside of her thighs. After about 30 seconds he went straight back to her clit with fingers working that G-Spot. The next four or five times she was right at the edge he would pull off. Waiting a shorter time period between each session.
Angie was worked up into a frenzy when she begged, “Please let me cum.” He went down on her clit for the final time, sucking it into his mouth and assaulting it with a wicked tongue. She let out a loud guttural sigh and convulsions ripped through her body. Her pussy drenching the hand that was hooked into her G-Spot. She saw stars as she mumbled unintelligibly. She forced his head from between her legs and she heaved gulping breaths of air. For quite a few minutes she lay trembling as her breath began to slow back to a normal state. “Fuck, where did you learn to do that,” she finally asked.
“My ex-wife was always on meds that lowered her blood pressure so it took some pretty vigorous skills to make her cum.”
Angie’s eyes widened as he slipped off his boxer briefs. His large 8 inch cock springing into view. “Are you going to fuck me now? I don’t think that will fit inside me.” She spread her legs widely and he could see the wet pussy fur and slick lips inviting him in. Tom moved between her spread legs placing the large mushroom head at her entrance. There was a soft moan when he entered her. Pumping her slowly until he was buried to the hilt inside her. Her tight pussy gripping his cock with each thrust. Just as before he was working her cunt slowly. Pulling out till only his head remained inside her. Then thrusting her deeply to depths no man had gone before. With each thrust he angled in a slightly different directing, hitting a different spot each time. She could feel another powerful orgasm building but this time all desire for resistance had long vanished. After a few more deep thrusts, she said, “Oh God” and she began thrashing about as her pussy clamped down on Tom’s cock. One last thrust and the milking action of her wet heaven was too much for him. He filled her womb with thick seeds. They each lay there with Tom’s cock still in Angie’s pussy until they drifted off to sleep.
Angie handed the typed story back to her husband. “Yep, that’s pretty much how it happened. It’s hard to believe that was 5 years ago. Happy anniversary, honey. Come on Champ, it’s time for your walk” she said as she grabbed the leash and walked out front door.
