En route to Psychiatric Facility
"What's my purpose here?"
"You attempted suicide, Mr. Abrahams."
The attractive blonde was leaning towards me, allowing me to touch the delicate skin between her breasts.
"Why on Earth would I do that?"
"We're not sure. All we know is that someone saw you in the water at the bottom of a cliff."
Her enthusiasm for the situation had a divine quality to it.
"Biblical boobs."
Her face appeared young, like someone who had just graduated high school.
"I need a plan of action," I said to myself.
"Have you ever been with someone who's mentally ill?"
She chuckled.
"How would you go about it anyway? Maybe just unbutton your pants and take a ride on me?"
She couldn't contain her laughter.
"Set me free! Relax the restraints! And let's make it happen right here on this stretcher."
"You're insane, Mr. Abrahams."
She smiled sweetly.
I gazed deep into her eyes.
She moved away, looked down at my right arm, and then stuck on the tattoo of an owl. Her eyes met mine. She looked embarrassed for being caught.
"She likes the tattoo," I thought. And even more, the muscles that lie beneath it.
"Why do you feel like killing yourself, Mr. Abrahams? We know nothing about you except your name. However, you seem to have it all."
"The issue is, I didn't actually want to kill myself."
"Then why did you jump from the cliff?"
Ignoring her, I contemplated my response.
"I've known since I was a child how I was going to take my life. Riding a Harley Davidson too fast across the Golden Gate Bridge, with a gorgeous blonde on my lap, a cigarette in my right hand and a beer in my left, and then making a slight turn to the right. Boom! Crash!"
She gave an understanding nod.
"And it's possible that the beautiful blonde could be you!"
"You think I'm pretty?"
She grinned, appearing older and more mature.
"Enough to have my way with you in this desperate state."
"But really, would you have me if you could?"
I crossed my fingers.
We fell into silence.
She stood, readjusted her shirt.
"It's hot in here, isn't it?"
"Not at all." I grinned.
She moved towards the window to open it. As she passed me, her finger barely touched my arm.
"Sorry."
"No worries."
She sat back down.
The ambulance took a sharp turn. My wrists ached due to the restrictive bindings.
She noticed my discomfort.
"May I at least free my right arm?"
"You're seen as a potential danger."
"Am I supposed to look like a mass murderer?"
"You look like a suicidal person."
I pondered my response.
"Fair enough," I said.
Silence prevailed for a moment.
She suddenly stood, untied my right wrist, then stepped back. But before she realized it, I had my arm around her waist, seating her on my lap. At first, she resisted, but eventually ceded.
She looked at me playfully.
"Who are you, Mr. Abrahams?" she inquired in an assertive tone.
In order to seduce her, I had to open up about myself.
I loosened my grip.
She remained seated.
And slowly traced her fingers along my bare chest.
Her hand continued to head downwards.
"Why haven't you shared your reason for wanting to kill yourself?"
This game was twisted. The woman was crazier than me, which was becoming increasingly clear.
I gazed at her body, her firm breasts seemingly trying to burst free.
I had to keep going.
This wasn't just about sex. No, it was about having sex with a stunning blonde.
"You fascinate me on the most intimate level, Ms. Liebmann."
"Do you crave me?" she enquired, clearly enjoying her newfound control.
"Yes." I breathed, nearly out of breath from my excitement.
"And why do you desire me, Mr. Abrahams?"
I gazed into her eyes.
"Your eyes..."
I grabbed her and held her close.
"... are like winter in the summer, like water in the desert, like a precious gem embedded in the earth. They are utterly fascinating and exquisitely beautiful."
The poem had an effect. Her knee hit the cold metal floor, and she unzipped my pants. I jerked as her hand grabbed my manhood and pulled it out of my trousers. She cupped my manhood in her palm and paused.
"Not 'why.' Why did you consider suicide?"
"Enough!" I yelled, grabbed her pigtail, and pulled it.
"I have the power over you," I smirked at her. I leaned my face close to hers, "I can do anything I want with you." I whispered into her ear.
She battled against my grip.
"No... Don't... You..." she said softly between heavy breaths, struggling to break free.
At last, she surrendered, and I could release her pigtail.
"What'll you do now?" I inquired smugly. "You've got me, so tell me."
She was definitely furious.
I shrugged, detached her pigtail again, and set her hand around my manhood.
"No, it's your turn. You've got me. What do you desire?"
Her expression shifted, and she grinned vaguely.
Now, I'd learn what she truly sought from me and the ongoing situation.
She began moving toward me, gesturing to return to her knees, yet she halted.
Rather than kneeling, she relaxed my left arm from restraints.
"You're now free," she smiled hesitantly.
"I like the chair," I said, yanked her against me by the T-shirt, and sat her on my knee. I guided my right hand over her neck, tracing, touching, and sensing her heartbeat, all the while moving closer to her chest. I removed her shirt and took hold of her. I drew her towards me, and our lips were mere inches apart. The sweet and sour scent of her perfume filled my nostrils. The cold air from her panting shortened by excitement created beads of sweat.
"Don't think you've got control anymore," I cautioned. "I'm in total control now."
Her eyes gleamed with fear mixed with excitement.
I leaned closer and whispered, "I'm about to make you submit to me in every way possible."
Her expression, more wild than fearful, responded.
"You'll pray I shove my flesh-sword into you and unload my sperm over you. I'll only give it to you if you're a good girl." I whispered with nervous anticipation.
I desired us to complete each other. I ached to make her my personal 20-minute whore.
Before I pleasured her, I looked deeply into her eyes.
When my lips finally met hers, it was a passionate and salty connection. I thrust forward, explored, and mastered her mouth. Adrenaline coursing through me, I wheezed, I sank my tongue into her, and I traced her incisors.
"Mr. Abrahams!" she barked.
"We're beyond 'Mr.' now, aren't we?"
She leaped at the intercom, pressed the button, and said panicked,
"Everything's okay, babe, I cut myself on paper."
"We'll stay here all day if we need to, ____, just bang like rabbits while everyone watches."
I unfastened every restraint and stood up.
She bit her lip, startled.
"You're massive!" she gushed.
"Subtle," I smiled. "I love the contrast of huge me and tiny you. Stuffing such a diminutive person with my enormous cock makes me feel like a colossus."
She twisted shyly.
I stepped toward her, and she backed up.
"Why?"
"Nothing." She stammered, "You... Are a tad intimidating."
"Don't shrink away," I continued, walked toward her, and pushed her around to the stretcher. My knee slid between her legs, and I pressed. Her body began to dissolve in my arms. We kissed ferociously, and I could crush her tiny body in an instant, or so it felt to me. I could sense her ribs against my palm, caressed her mons pubis with my solid flesh, and enjoyed the taste of her tongue's tiny nubs against mine and the intense saliva between us.
I held her close to me with one arm and felt her firm derriere with the other as I slid down her body.
Drenched in excitement, her panties clung to her like a wet sponge.
Swiftly, I turned her around and placed her torso on the stretcher. I crouched down and eased her trousers and underwear off. A cry of anguish escaped her lips. I stood back up and held my semi-erect cock in my hand, rubbing it back and forth. I guided it to her entrance, but chose not to do anything. It just remained there, separating our bodies.
"Um... Hello?"
"Yes?"
"What are you doing?"
"Waiting."
"For what?"
"The moment before penetration."
"You're kidding, right?"
"You won't last much longer," I assured her.
Trembling slightly, she writhed.
"C'mon now," she moaned, moving her hips towards mine. My cock slipped inside her deeply. I slowly pulled back, only halfway. Again I pushed forward, and again and again. I grasped her pigtail, using it to bring her closer, while slapping her bottom, leaving crimson scratches.
"Wait a second, is the driver your boyfriend?"
My thrusts became more forceful.
"Fiancé."
I pinched her neck, bringing her face closer to mine. I thrust again.
"Then what is your business here with me?" sheFactory2 asked.
"Having a bit of fun. No one can object."
My goal was to make her confess her infidelity. I wanted her to degrade herself in front of me.
"Cheating?" I pressed.
"Yes!" she cried out, moaning between breaths.
Choking her, I continued a passionately physical act.
"Are you my slut?"
"Yes, I am! I'm your little slut! Anything, anything, just keep going!" she shouted.
I released her and shoved her down onto the floor.
"Ow." she said.
"Do you know how vile you are? Having sex with a stranger while your husband sits nearby?"
Coughing softly, she replied, "You don't have any idea about my life. So don't pass judgement."
Now angry, she glared at me with hatred.
"You know what?" she demanded.
"What?"
"What kind of cocky jerk are you that you seduced me, cheating on me?"
Through the intercom, "Victoria, are you alright?"
Slowly making her way towards the microphone, she mumbled some incoherent words.
When she turned around, my arousal was at the lowest point within her.
"Suck my cock, Victoria," I commanded.
I tightly gripped her neck with one hand, using her as a sex doll. The speed of her mouth suction increased. In the final moment before my climax, I pushed her away.
By the window, I stood with her back against it, resuming my strenuous actions.
"Are you mine?"
"Yes," she panted.
"Completely mine?"
She couldn't respond.
The rhythmic slaps against her cheeks encouraged her to please me.
"Then say it now. I'm a filthy slut."
I was at the point of explosion.
On the verge of climax, she seemed to shed a tear. She sobbed.
Without her noticing, I pressed the talk button.
"I'm a filthy slut!" she screamed as she reached climax. Losing control, her body shook uncontrollably, and she moved my shaft in and out without conscious effort. She let out a shriek while staring at her partner with delight. It appeared as though she reveled in his awe.
Rip away, I swiftly withdrew from her, cupping her shoulders as I cupped my dick, masturbating quickly.
Looking weary, she was unsure of what to say.
My three to four strokes were enough to bring me close to climax again. My accelerated motions climaxed in a momentary standstill. With gentle movements, I stroked myself more as she stared, blankly bewildered. 2 5
"Hey, ready for some fun?" was my question.
"I want to watch you as you spray my face with your cum."
She was taken aback, but in the next moment, I had her lips spread wide with my left hand. She cooperated willingly.
With my right hand, I aimed and fired.
I hit her mouth, her pretty forehead, I wet her lovely lips.
One fluid line of cum was followed by another, all on her face. I moaned softly, and when she heard, she moaned along with me. For the last shot, I placed my cock in her mouth. Cum filled it. She moaned deeply.
"You've turned into my little whore."
She didn't reply and it didn't bother me.
I eased onto the stretcher. I looked at her - at my work.
She resembled a ghost. A stunning, alluring ghost.
But her eyes seemed lost in thought. Initially, she seemed to gaze here and there, then fixed on a specific spot on the ground.
The car halted. The sudden stop jolted her. And - brought her back to her senses. She had things to explain now. With the fiercest eyes, she glared at me.
"You fucking bastard!" she yelled.
Overcome with rage, she lunged at me and we fought until I subdued her. Forcing the hysterical woman into the restraint chair, I securely fastened her.
The door closed. The chauffeur was likely arriving soon.
I quickly lifted a pen from Victoria's blouse and placed it on the stretcher, lying down to act unconscious.
The rear doors swung open.
"Get out with your hands up," demanded Mr. Liebmann, whose wife I had just blessed with some pleasure.
He must've had a stun gun at the ready.
I stayed lying down.
"Get out, Mr. Abrahams, you don't stand a chance."
"It's a trap!" the lady shouted.
The man entered, walked around the seat, and as he saw the face of his soon-to-be wife, he exclaimed, "What the hell?"
He was right next to me, presenting a perfect opportunity.
I swung my leg up and hit his head, sending him crashing to the ground. I zipped up my fly and exited the ambulance.
And walked down the street.
To fresh experiences?
Or my last encounter?
I'll let you know.
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