It was raining that night when she’d arrived at the date venue in a pair of black Jeans, a white T-shirt and a pair of heels. The swivel glass doors parted as she sashayed her way in and handed one of the waiters her umbrella to keep. The cold weather made her wish for a moment that she’d brought her jacket along. Rose was right to have suggested that after all. She sighted him at a table waving at her with a welcoming grin on his handsome face. He was gorgeous, tall with a fine beard just like she’d always envisioned her dream man to be. His eyes were dark brown, complimenting the colour of his well permed hair. His black suit was so clean, the white inner shirt was dazzling as he sat proudly with crossed legs. His black shoes were polished, stainless. The golden Rolex around his left wrist must have cost a fortune. The man was an epitome of glamour and style.
As she sat in the chair on the opposite side, he showered her with flatters that made her blush. He loved what he was looking at and imagined how she would taste. Her lips were enticing and sexy especially when she bit the lower part, casting an inviting look at him. They were attracted to each other and neither could hide the lusts in their eyes. They had a couple of glasses, talked for a while before she asked if he would like to go someplace quiet. The idea painted a pleasurable picture in his head and before he would answer her, he felt the tip of her toes climbing up his legs underneath the round table between them. Her guts and audacity aroused him, he loved girls who went for what they wanted anytime, anywhere. The black tie around his neck got loosened a bit as he was beginning to feel hot both physically and sexually.
After the drinks were paid for, he checked them into a hotel on the opposite side of the street. Driven by the heat of passion and desire, they roughly kissed their way into the room, almost tripping her off her heels. He kicked the door close with the back of his leg without taking his attention off the intense tongue twirling kiss she’d magnetted him with.
It was his jacket she took off first, then the buttons of the white undershirt were unjoined hastily. Energetically, he ripped the buttons off her shirt forcing a gasp of shock to escape her lips and she stepped away from him for a moment. She was trying to catch her breath and at the same time ponder why he scattered her buttons, littering them across the floor. He’d ruined one of her favourite shirts. But screw it! that was so hot and sexy. She’d loved the way he did that like he was an untamed beast in rampage. A smirk lined the side of his lips as he saw pure pleasure in her eyes.
She rushed at him and they resumed kissing, this time, more intensely that it became difficult to breathe. He took her shirt off and tossed it away carelessly then picked her up so she clasped her feet around his waist. With her back against the wall, he kissed her some more and was enjoying the feel of her padded breasts in his palms while her hands ran over his broad hairy chest. So masculine and muscled up, he handled her like a real man.
She could feel his boner pressing up against her, hard and strong, the way she liked it. Her hand slid down to examine the risen dragon- its length and width were encouraging. He unhooked her brazier, allowing it drop to the ground. Those moderately sized and a bit saggy breasts made his mouth water. She moaned as he kissed the nape of her neck through to the molds of her boobs. He suckled on her nipples, biting them deliciously. The feeling was ecstatic. She directed his hand, slipping it into her Jean trousers after unzipping it fully. Her red panties came into view when her trousers dropped a little off her waist. His finger shifted the panties to a side then slid inside her. She moaned. The deeper he went, the louder her moans were. He yanked her off her feet, carried her in his arms and walked over to the big comfy bed somewhere in the room on which he slowly laid her. His hands ran along the curves of her body, caressing it while his tongue sucked on her boobs. She was writhing in excitement, enjoying the sweetness of his chilly tongue on her nipples and the wonders his finger was performing between her legs. He pulled her up to sit on the bed as she reached for his belt and a few seconds later, his trousers dropped to reveal the shape of his hard organ printing out from within the pair of his tight boxers. Looking up at his face, she smiled erotically, swooning in the pleasure of watching him moan as she romanced his organ before taking it out. Her eyes widened in amazement, it was bigger and longer than she’d imagined.
On her knees, she slipped the veiny organ in her mouth and first licked it like a lollipop before sucking it in a rather sloppy manner. He threw his head back and moaned deeply. Both her hands could not cover it completely, but it didn’t matter. Those small hands worked magic, gliding over the organ which was by now so slippery. Back and forth, her hands traveled as her tongue suckled on the head of her new toy. He was running mad.
He seized her arms forcibly and bound her wrists together in one of his hands, then placed them on her back while she was still kneeling with his third leg in her mouth. She gagged. She chocked. Saliva drooled off as he was penetrating through her lips. He pressed her head into his groin forcing him to travel deeply into her throat. In that position, he could hear her muffled coughs and gags, a sign that she was choking on his organ. He pressed her head further in then suddenly pulled her out forcefully, allowing her to breathe for a moment. While she was still gasping for air, he pushed her and she fell on her back. He then pulled her Jean trousers off, then her underwear went off next. By now, her breathing was very heavy. He held up her legs in the air, kissing her fine feet before his hands began to slowly travel down her thigh. The closer his finger came to her honeypot, the harder it became to breathe. Finally, the tip of his middle finger landed on her clit and started to gently rub it while it was swollen and throbbing. He reached to kiss her lips as he simultaneously fingered her. Her arms were wrapped around him, rubbing his head.
He left her mouth and began to kiss her all the way down to her navel. He licked her belly button for some time before landing on her most valuable treasure. His tongue licked her clit. She twisted and twirled on the bed, squeezing the sheets in ecstasy, her moans were melodious to his ears, making him suck on her even better. He parted her vulva with his tongue and sucked on the hood of her clit. He glued his tongue just above the hood, leaving his mouth open, so a thread of saliva trickled down her opening as he rapidly shook his head sideways. She moaned sweetly at the effect of what he was doing to her, especially when he let his teeth deliciously graze on the flesh around her vulva.
When he was finished with his oral session, he kissed her lips some more and she took his organ in her hand then gently slid it inside her. She swallowed him wholely and completely. The wetness inside her coupled with the dripping saliva on his third leg made the penetration easy and smooth, sloppy.
He started out slow when plunging into her and kissing her at the same time. Gosh! He was a good kisser. Later when the heat was on, she requested to be hit harder and faster. He gave her what she wanted and how she wanted it. All she did was moan loudly. He watched her tits bounce up and down as he rammed her hard. It was so good that her eyes were rolling back into their sockets in an abyss of sheer pleasure. With one arm, he bound both her hands above her head to keep her from using them, and with the other, he choked her neck while she begged him to go harder.
He whisked her over and positioned her on all fours as he penetrated her from behind. Her butt cheeks were slapping against his groin as he was rapidly entering her, mercilessly. She felt a sharp sweet pain when he spanked her butt, pitching the sound of her moans for a second. He did it again and the recipient tone was enticing so he began spanking her pleasurably at intervals since she was obviously enjoying it. Her nipples were brushing off of the sheet beneath them as her boobs were dangling back and forth from the rough backward penetration. She bit on the fluffy pillow before her. So slippery and wet, she was. So creamy and smooth. The harder and faster he hit her, the louder she moaned.
A loud cry of ecstatic passion came forth when a liquid began to gush out of her like water from a fountain. Her legs were constantly shaking at the time and her eyes had completely rolled up into their sockets revealing only the white part.
Now, he too was moaning loudly, so loud that he sounded like a wounded beast as they were both attaining climax,…then it happened.
The moment he pulled out to spray his semen on her bare butt, his head fell back forcibly and a moment later, his lifeless body thudded off the bed with a hole in his head. She’d heard the muffled gunshot that claimed his life but was not fast enough to act. There was a small round opening in the floor- to- ceiling glass window with cracks streaking away from it like distributaries. Quickly, she rolled over the bed and took cover beside it. Her heart was racing like a galloping horse. What just happened?
There he was, laying in the pool of his own blood, lifeless. All that gorgeousness, gone in a flash. She figured the shooter was a trained sniper so she took refuge at a strategically safe angle. The front door got knocked down and two gun men barged in with silencers clasped to the barrels of their weapons. Each, fired muffled shots at her as she hid behind the bed. Bullets flew carelessly around the room, destroying any object in their paths. The pillows on the bed were hit, creating holes in them as soft foams sprouted out from within at each hit. In that moment she began to remember moves she never learned and a killer instinct woke in her. One of her heels was laying carelessly on the floor just a couple of paces away and with the adrenaline pumping her blood, she slid over to it, scratched it off the ground and flung it at one of them. The heel connected with an eye of her target exactly as she’d aimed, forcing him to fall backwards, banging his hind head against the edge of a marble table. Blood flowed out from the two wounds he’d sustained within these last few seconds.
She dashed out naked into the open and weaved away from three shots fired in sequence by the other guy. A second later, she appeared seemingly in front of him and kicked the gun out of his hold. He swiftly reached for a pocket knife but she deflected his attack and soon twisted his wrist until he groaned in pain and dropped the blade. She pulled him to herself and nodded his nose so hard that it began to bleed. Before he would settle with the broken nose, the wrist she’d been twisting now broke as well. He wailed. She sighted the sniper on a roof top a couple of blocks outside the building. In a heartbeat, she used her opponent as shield from the shots he fired at her so his body absorbed the bullets.
Three more barged in through the front door, armed. She flung off the other guy’s body and did a well calculated summersault over to the previous guy’s gun. She picked it off the floor and fired three times precisely and the newcomers dropped dead. Speedily, she rushed to a chair where her now dead lover had tossed his jacket. As she grabbed it, the sniper shot again. Maybe he missed or maybe she was just fast enough to have dodged the bullet. In the blink of an eye, she slipped into the jacket to cover her nakedness. The sniper focused his aim at the front door since it was only way out. She’d hid behind a wardrobe at a corner knowing he was waiting for her to reach for the door. There was no way out. Who the heck were those guys, why did they kill her lover and why in the world would anyone want to kill her to begin with? But the bigger question was how she was able to take out five armed men alone. How did she know to do what she did? She’d weaved bullets fired directly at her, and dodged a sniper’s shots. She was in a state of oblivion. A sharp ache jolted to her brain after a memory of herself in an army uniform, fist fighting some men flashed in her head making her grunt lightly. Maybe this was just a bad dream and she would wake up soon. She slapped her face a couple of times, telling herself to wake up from this nightmare. Shit. This was happening in reality. There was no time for questioning. Someone wanted her dead and he was still lurking on that rooftop. She had to survive. She had to find a way out.
A stupid and suicidal thought crossed her mind and for some reason, she knew would make it. Don’t think, just act. She thought to herself. A swivel chair flew weightlessly across the room after she’d flung it at the glass of the east window, away from where the sniper could have visualized her. It broke through the glass and fell out, plummeting ten floors. Wind from the night weather whistled in, blowing her hair backwards.
She pulled the sheet off of the bed and wringed it tactically with one hand till it looked like a rope. The move was impressive to her as she marveled at how she knew exactly what to do, like she’d done it before. She could remember some things, some scenes that overlapped themselves in her head, but those memories weren’t hers. Or were they? Did she used to be some kind of trained assassin? Those guys definitely knew who she was. Who was she? She wondered. Probably Rose would know. She would confront Rose later since she’d always told her that one day they would come for her. Rose never really told her who they were. But first she had to ditch this guy who was hell-bent on putting a bullet in her head.
The sniper had changed location to a vantage point where he now had a clear shot at her from behind. Like lightning, she bolted towards the window after noticing that he’d relocated and now had her in plain sight. He took two shots and missed one but the other got her left leg. Even that didn’t stop her. She winced at the pain and jumped out, not minding the height. Using the wringed sheet, she glided through a cable that ran over the street. Halfway across, the cable cut at her weight and she fell all the way down. The awning at the base of a corner shop which she’d landed on, bounced her off to a covered dumpster in an alley. She crashed onto it and with the same force from the fall, rolled off to the ground.
She groaned at her body aches, the bullet wound in her leg and the knee she’d scraped during the fall. Limping, she struggled to stand, amazed at how she was still alive. She looked up at the height from which she’d jumped and wondered how possible it was to have made it.
She pulled both sides of her jacket together to cover up her breasts before limping into the darkness of the alley on bare feet.
Her best friend, Rose, had a lot of explaining to do, starting with what she meant by one day they would come for you. Sarah was confused but she found comfort and peace in the way she would kill whoever was behind the attack on her life.
Wao what a wonderful action taking by Sarah Lyon, her action really saved her.
how I wish she could remember those guys and hope nothing happens to Rose
I wasn’t expecting all of that after the whole MUSHY stuff. The whole plot twist was lit and I’m impressed💯