Thread: Downfall [BMTH & Nighthaven]

RE Downfall Caliban Nighthavenn Stan would shudder on the inside the moment she responded, with delight no less. Those words, a little upsetting as they where, did give the young man a rather instant Boner, and all because there was that spunk in her choice of tone that was screaming all over, Fuck Off. Yes, now there was something he was looking forward to ruin, to make her scream and kick when he tapped that fine ass, to teach that Bitch just where her place was, and listen to her begging and tearful submission she'd give only to escape the pain. Oh, and there was going to be pain, and that aroused Stan to no end, ruling already that she'd hardly be ready to entertain, and how still he wont bother to hold back. And it was easy for him to hurt such a lovely creature, because she had a cunt between her legs, and that automatically put him, least in his eyes, in the right to sample that cunt, was a woman's duty top take care of a man anyway. How though ? He could try and use his charm, and he actually could be rather charming if he wanted to, telling her how sorry he was about what he had done in the past, and offer to make it up to her. That may even work, she did look as though she was, in some way, pained with more then just the memory of his presence. Or, he could head over to Mrs. Summers, not like she would have the back bone to deny him, even if he forced her to bend over way more often then they agreed upon initially. He could just waste his day boning that old whore, and then move over to Amiee's old home, after all, if he recalled right, her father was, again, out of town, so he likely had all night to plough her in her own bed. Then again, he wasn't fool enough to think that it wouldn't leave any traces, and this bitch surely would make a scene. No, that hard on in his pants wanted her now, and while taking a dangerous gamble there, he guessed that this prime piece of meat would, like most other people, crave life to hard to bother wasting it with any, unnecessary kind noise, or for that matter, to cause a scene. Shame, really.. he mused as she went ahead to leave, looking at her ass when she walked out just to get a general guess what type of pussy she may have, he did, after all, have his favourites, and he just imagined that Aimee might be one of those girls, wide hips, thighs a little further apart, and a smoothly shaved cunt, not that type that already looked like some open dump, but with smooth, tightly sealed lips, and an overall gently curve that just ever so slightly kept her fruit sweetly seated between her thighs, rather then putting it out there like it's screaming Fuck me! . Yeah, he made an inward bet that this probably be one of those, as he called it, little girl pussies, not those ugly camel toes, or those over-fucked whore's where those lips where unable to hide that juicy pink flesh below, and he hated that look even more with a virgin. Fuck it. he grunted to himself as he watched her heading over to what seemed to be her car, and seeing just how nicely she was parking right besides his prime ride, it was the perfect opportunity to, convince her, to come for a ride after all. Friendly he would nod towards one of the Barista's on his way out, just to keep appearance, and then hurry over towards Aimee whom was just now trying to open the door to the drivers seat. Eager to get to her before she could enter, as that would be to late for him to act without causing a scene. His right hand reaching into his right rear pocket where he hid a sharp long blade that would extend the moment he flipped that small switch on the its silver casing, making it easy to conceal, and then, once reaching Aimee, simply shove that right hand into her top, to press that warm, sharp blade up against her stomach, speaking in the sweetest of tones, Not a fucking sound Sugar tits, or I'll gut you. at her. Now there would be the moment of truth then, with him, outwardly appearing to embrace a lover from behind, whilst boldly shoving his right hand below her top just to feel her warm skin to his touch. Whilst in essence, he was scraping her skin with that blade that purposely nicked her to give but a taste of his intent, all the while outwardly upholding the image that he was just glad to see her again as he even leaned to try and plant a kiss on her neck. Now, I'll be putting you in my car, and you give me a fucking blow job, for old times sake, and then your sorry arse can go home, deal ? he would offer insistingly, assuring she'd be dreadfully aware of the knife and just how close he was to really cut her with it, just so he had one hand to open the co driver side of his Black Maserati, or, as he called it, the black tank, just so he could shove her inside where the remotely controlled mechanism would then assure that she, on her own, would not be able to make her way out again, not before he would be back at her side to assure her coy submission, and surely, with that hard on in his pants likely crazing against her back, it be hard to miss just how happy he was to see her again.