🔞5EX: SUSTAINED OBLITERATION🔞

Mr America

"You fucking bitch! You want to play rough eh? Ok...... I can do that, but not here" he spits, then pulls me away from the wall and puts his arm tightly around my neck and with his other hand still over my mouth he drags me the few steps to the express lift. I continue to struggle and stamp on his toes, breaking the heel of my shoe in the process, but to no avail. I realise that I am no match for him physically, he is at least 6 feet tall and well built. I wonder if he really is a cowboy, he'd certainly be strong if he was. I have to be smarter as he is obviously far larger and stronger than I am. I need to bide my time.....play the game........be clever!!
I cease in my attempts to break free and try to turn in his arms, which he allows once we are in the lift, unfortunately for me, all alone. He presses the button for the 80th floor and the doors begin to close, far slower than I expected since it is called an express elevator.

Im hoping to convince him I'm up for it, just playing hard to get. I breathily tell him how much it turns me on to pleasure a man with my soft, warm, moist lips, deliberately drawing out the words as I force them over my tongue. I flutter my eyelashes at him and can actually feel the bile in rising in my throat and it sickens me so much that I have to resort to this behaviour, but my survival instinct has kicked in, my amygdala working overtime!
I trace my hands up his outer thighs and upward onto his chest and he asks me if I'm going to behave. Nodding my head in response I tell him I like to play rough but that ultimately I am a good little girl who will do as Sir says, then begin to trail my fingers down his abdomen to his waist and start unbuckling his belt. This clearly pleases him and he tells me I'm in for the night of my life.
I force a giggle and unzip his trousers, allowing them to pool at his feet whilst taking a huge handful of his scrotum, squeezing firmly and digging my fingernails into the loose flesh, just enough to let him see I'm prepared to play. He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth as I hold him tightly, a smirk on his lips. I whisper into his ear that it is in fact HIM who is in for an unforgettable night!

My stomach is spasming violently at my closeness to this disgusting, perverted, wannabe rapist, but I will the bile that is burning my throat as if I'd swallowed drain cleaner back down onto my stomach and follow his trousers down to the floor, looking up at him through my upper lashes and running my tongue along my lower lip before biting into it, praying that I look sultry enough to fool him through the agonising sickness I feel, both in body AND mind!

He growls deeply, like a constipated bear and grunts "Fuck yeah!! ..........Holy fuck, you are one helluva hot bitch!
You. Are. Gonna. Get it. TOOOO-NIGHT!!" finishing his sentence in a cliché Texan cowboy style, punctuating every word before finishing off with a higher pitched, louder and exaggerated final word, grabbing handfuls of my hair as he does.

Again I smile, lick my bottom lip slowly and leave the tip of my tongue in the corner of my lip, imagining myself as Olivia Newton-John's 'Bad Sandy' in the wobbly house scene where she delivers that infamous line with the sexiest 'you're surprised I look so fuckable aren't you Danny Zucco!' smirk......... "Tell me about it, stud!"

This image helps me through the next 30 seconds, and bizarrely I find myself humming 'You're the one that I want" out loud. He recognises the tune and hums along.......
I pull down his baggy boxers and reach for his penis, closing my eyes as I can't bear to look at it, my mind very close to being overwhelmed by the sensory overload of information all at one time.

"........ You're the one that I want, you are the one I want, ooh hoo hoo, honey" I'm now singing the words as I wrap my hand around his hardness and again he joins in......

"....... the one that I want, you are the one I want, ooh hoo hoooooOOOOWWWWW ...... FFFFUUUCK!! You ......."

SNAP!!!

I have wrenched his penis downward and away from his body with a speed that would make a ninja look like he was participating in a slow motion competition.

He immediately goes flaccid in my hand, some blood leaking onto my fingers from the tip. His words tail off and he falls to his knees, his face contorted in pain, red and swollen as blood fills it, his eyes bulging, saliva running out of the left corner of his mouth. He hits the floor on his side and pulls his knees up into a foetal position, a strangled cry escaping his lips.

Standing up and wiping my hands on his suit jacket I tell him....

"Told you I like to play rough, and that it would be you who had the unforgettable night! You have, if I'm not mistaken, less than 24 hours to get yourself to hospital before there is permanent damage to your little man there, a broken penis needs rapid treatment to avoid dying completely! Enjoy explaining how that happened to the mainly female nurses in any hospital, or if you'd prefer I can come with you and explain for you! No? Ok...... well, you have a good night. I'm going to change my shoes since I seem to have snapped a heel...... tut........ I love these shoes too!" I whine dramatically.
Just as the lift arrives at the 80th floor I empty the meagre contents of my stomach onto him, the adrenaline subsiding in my body, weakness taking over.

"Oh!! What a waste of an excellent espresso martini!!" I whisper, stepping over his body and hobbling out of the doors, my uneven heels making walking difficult then turning to send the lift back to the ground floor, before sliding down the wall in shock!