A man sits on a park bench late at night reading the newspaper, old news now. It's 2:00 am and he's had a long day, hearing about most of today's stories by word of mouth, so he flips through until he reaches the back of the newspaper. There he finds the feature girl of the week, a full page spread of a normal "city girl." He looks her up and down, focusing on her face and mutters "6, mayyyybe a 7." Then he lets his eyes wander down her body a bit more, he then sees her thighs. She had it. The rare, but oh so sexy thigh gap. The man thought about whipping it out right there, staining the newspaper and leaving it on the bench for somebody to find. But that thought quickly vanished. He was tired of masturbating. The ads on the porn sites finally got to him: "tired of masturbating? click here to find a fuckbuddy in your area tonight." But he didn't have a computer in front of him, so his mind wandered down the yellow brick road that was at his feet, and just above the horizon, he stared at the cresent moon for what seemed like hours, and then a silhouette appeared. It was a tall, thin woman walking towards him. He was a long way from her though, and assumed she didn't see him, so he kept staring. Then he got an idea. He took his wallet out of his pocket, pulled some of his larger bills out about halfway, so she could see the numbers. He folded up the newspaper neatly and placed his wallet on top. He left the bench and waited in the shadows. It took her about 2 minutes to reach the bench, even walking at a brisk pace, as she was. She glanced at the bench and noticed the wallet. She stopped, approached the bench slowly, and picked it up. She looked around, pausing, making sure nobody could see her. She fumbled through the wallet, not taking the money immediately. The man watched her look at his credit cards, old movie tickets, condoms as she snickered holding it in the lamplight to see what color they were, (clear and black by the way). Then BOOM it hit him...."what if she see's my drivers license and identifies me as the rapist?" Before he knew it, he grabbed her and his wallet and pulled her into the shadows. "WHAT'S MY NAME?!?" the man yelled, frantic to find out if she saw his name on anything. "I don't know!" the woman exclaimed. "Please let me go, pleeeease!" The man thought she was lying and it angered him. "You tell me my name and I'll let you go." "I told you, I don't know your fucking name! please let me go!" "How about this: if you don't tell me the name you saw on those cards, I'll rape you until you say it." "NO!" "Okay then." (Man unzips his pants) "uhhh Daniel, uhhhh, Mike , Jeff, Ricky, I don't know, please let me go!" "Even better, you don't know my name." The man decided to take his time at this point. He got her on the ground and put a gun to her neck and cocked it. "now, stay still, or you are fucking dead, okay?" The girl nodded. He pistol whipped her. "fucking stay still!" she let out a whimper. He put his hand on her hip and started grinding her ass from the back with one hand pulling her hair and one hand on his gun. "So, you were gonna take something that wasn't yours huh? rip a guy off with no one around to witness it?" "No, no I was gonna return your wallet at the subway station! I'm a good person really! check your wallet! all the money is there!" He could tell she was telling the truth, but he was way too turned on at this point to care. he lifted up her miniskirt to reveal a black thong with a white bow at the back. "NO!!!!!" the girl screamed. he ripped her shirt off and gagged her with it, taking her arms and folding them to her back while he leaned with all his weight, completely pinning her down totally helpless. He realized he had to piss, and knew he couldn't cum if he had a full bladder, so he switched his hand with his foot, and stood up to piss on the back of her head. The girl let out more whimpers. he finished his last little squirts and repositioned himself, taking her piss soaked hair in his hand again while using his other hand to pin down her arms. he took his limp dick and started to grind it on her skinny little peach ass. once he was hard he spit on his cock, then her pussy and positioned his dick to force his way in, however, when he entered, he found that she was soaking wet. He had never felt a wetter pussy. If she was indeed enjoying it, she did a damn good job acting like she didn't. she continued to pout and wimper as he pounded her from behind. he found his rhythm, and edged himself 3 or 4 times before sticking it deep inside and blowing a load that had been building in his balls for 6 days. he moaned and grunted, milking the 13 second orgasm for all it was worth. he half collapsed on the girl's limp body and whispered: "I hope it was worth it you little whore." and plastered a One dollar bill on her piss, blood and sweat soaked face. He got up, zipped his pants, grabbed his wallet and gun and walked away, refreshed and calm. A smile creeps across her face and she laughs to herself, laying there in a puddle of blood and piss. "that was fucking hot."

 

Very cool Toronto based story.

 

we dont even have one dollar bills in canada

 

No need

I liked it except for the pistol whipping. There was no need for that.

 

she didn't stay still, she nodded after being told to stay still. If he didn't pistol whip her, then she would have tried something more brash and maybe she may have gotten away. Absolutely it was nessescary.

 

Hmmmm sounds worryingly convincing comment there. Is this from experience???