Contract Mama

Meeting the Demon

Running through the wild bushes, brushing past the tall oak tree every step she took it hurt; blister was starting to form on her bare feet, feeling exhausted. She Stop to get a breath, thoughts running around on her head telling her to run as fast as her feet can carry her. Her mind isn't hers, feeling no form of guilt to what just happen, only fear nothing else; cold inside feeling nothing. what else could she do but laugh at the sadistic act she did.

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she started running out of breath, tilting her head back out in frustration. she exhales with a loud grunt; just then  she thought there was no hope to escape. she was nearly hit by a speeding car it looks like a 2023 BMW x5 face lift; at least that's what she thought, it  stops abruptly almost  running  her over,  it  accelerates backwards in her direction, a man in white came  out wearing a  rose color tie and white suit. it was so dark she couldn't make out his face to how dark the night sky was.   she must act fast the only thing that was running threw her head was to get the hell out of that place. she didn't want to die as lease not yet; " sir please help me, I'll do anything, please help! she shouted'"  With loss of breath she expected  this person to get back into his car and drove off, yet to her dismay  that's what exactly what he was about to do,  up until she heard another gunshot  shoot threw the trees of the forest,  a couple minutes away getting closer and closer to them. her heartbeat  intensifies even more than before "Fabio must really be angry this time" she whispered so the man couldn't hear her words. before the man look around,  she ran toward the car and pull it open and  hop in the backseat and it spread off. she took in her breath sharply and stopped: glass-fronted storage, crystal glasses, and ornate oak-barrel furnishings and Gothic panels an entre for the wines, stretching fifteen feet to a frescoed and plaster-medallioned Lexus has integrated a temperature-controlled wine storage compartment, big enough for six bottles. In the font view of the backside where she sat  in the car was a marble fireplace, big as a sepulcher, and a globed gasolier - dripping with prisms and strings of crystal beading - sparkled in the dim. Inside, the wine-themed modifications continue with wine glasses stitched into the headrests, and a floor mat made of wine corks on the passenger's side she wonders if this was a car, she didn't know what to think.  she was glad she was out of that distress.  she looks back up only to realized she was being watched by a piercing white eye, razor sharp nose, fixed to a broad, sparsely wrinkling emotionless face. Eyes with a grilling gaze, enough to freeze even the warmest of hearts at a glance. He sat up tall, like the sarcastic monstrosity, he utters with every word he speaks.

"So beautiful" he spoke.  the  look he gave her scared her.  he was drunk. he wanted  her out,  but he was too fascinated by her beauty; but in his heart, he knew he wasn't his self or maybe he was drunk out of his life enough to realize what he was doing.

he places his hands around her ear caressing her cheek, she felt a sudden coldness hit her face.

"Come a little closer, gorgeous."

I stared at  the guy was well presented, in a tailor cut suit; tall, clean shaven, well groomed, chiseled masculine, late thirties, my expression somewhere between blank and scared. he looks like a pale God. Her face split into a wide grin and she laughed, a sound as musical as her singing had been. Jock pot she waited around her mind i must have hit the jock pot with this one she thought to herself.

"Staying here come with  a price" he injected.

"I'll do anything," I said, but my response must have been just a little too quick for him to believe. his left eyebrow raised he didn't look taken back like he was used to getting what he is wanting, at least to my knowledge.

He leaned forward and brought one of his hands up to my face. I shivered inadvertently as he tilted my chin towards him, and he paused.

"Are you sure?" he asked. I was a little shocked with his aggression, but without hesitation

I was and I wasn't, but he didn't need to know that. My amount of certainty had nothing to do with not wanting him, and everything to do with the fact that I hadn't touched a man in years. I closed the gap between us without a word, pressing my lips to his. i need to get the fuck out of HERE!

"Yes," I mumbled against his mouth."

His kiss alone was enough to send a wave of desire through my body. As soon as I told him I was sure, his mouth started moving against mine, slow and soft at first.  That clearly wasn't the case anymore. His tongue was insistent, its exploration of my mouth practiced and confident.

The hand on my chin moved to the back of my neck, his fingers toying with my hair as he deepened our kiss. For a while, we just kissed, reacquainting ourselves with the feel of our lips against each other. Soon, though, his hands began to wander. The hand on the back of my neck remained while his other hand came up to my shoulder, sliding down my bare arm as he kissed me.

I couldn't help it and shivered again.

After a while, his already engorged cock grew even bigger, stiffened like a rock, and his thrusts intensified. took my hand in his, lifting it in the air slightly as he looked at it. "You're shaking."

This woman defined thickness; she was curvy in all the right places, full thighs, round hips and had great  plump breasts; plus, copious blonde locks and dazzling honey brown eyes. Surely, they were design to fit her personally, but who cared: they had him, like her tight-fitting black dress the thought to his self.

Another involuntary shiver coursed through my body as his fingers walked up my skin. Feather-light touches traced from my belly button to the edge of my bra, climbing over the fabric between the cups and between my cleavage. He teased along the edge of the cup, his fingers tracing the skin there before they slipped into my bra. I sighed as his fingertips increased the pressure just the slightest bit, travelling deeper into my bra until he could hold my breast in the palm of his hand.

As soon as he had his hand cupped around my breast, his lips started moving again. He kissed along the collar of my shirt, tongue flicking out here and there to lick certain spots on my scorching skin. As he got to the spot where the collar brushed the tops of my breasts, I writhed just the smallest bit beneath him. My body wanted him, and it wanted him immediately. Beneath my jeans, my panties were catching the juices I could feel dripping from my pussy.

he paused again, eyes flicking up to meet mine. my lips were still trembly as he again kissed me again. i really liked the added attention. i was fully into the extra body present. i liked the sensed, the female touch as the topping to a hard masculine sensation.

He said nothing but the car kept going and so did we.

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