Merely Existing...

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I can still taste the steak in his mouth as he reaches over to invade my throat with his tongue. Gross! He didn't even have the decency to rinse his mouth out with water at least, after finishing his meal. He had just asked for the check and we were in his Jeep Wrangler getting ready to head back to his place. I guess the food of a steak house makes people grow horny immediately after the food is consumed. Everyone except me. I tried to hide my revulsion as he continued to stick his tongue down my throat. I wanted to bite it off but I decided to play nice and kiss him back. His eyes were closed, mine wasn't. I pull away cause I've had enough, but I rest my hand on his leg so he could believe I was anticipating the sexual endeavors to come. He couldn't drive fast enough. The restaurant was only 15 minutes away from his house, we got to his home in 5. That's the problem with people who work for the law, they feel like it doesn't extend to them and they can run all the lights possible. Jerk!

Once in front of his home, a small secluded ranch-style house somewhere in Savanah. I was beginning to think the setting was perfect for what I planned to do to him. He doesn't leave me to gather in my thoughts a second more, as he grabs my hand and pulls me from the passenger seat; leading the way to the entrance of his home. He can barely get his keys out of his pocket, he's too busy taking in my breast that came out of my dress from the heated moment in the car. I didn't bother wearing a bra because my breast sat perfectly as if standing at attention. The breeze from the cool night air made my nipples hard, not because of his touch. I needed him to believe they did though. I licked my lips seductively, as he scrambled to get us through the door. A polished living room came into view but he didn't even grant me a tour, before pulling me into the master bedroom while trying to rip my dress off. "Careful! Let me take it off" I whisper at him not trying to be loud. I didn't want anyone if anyone else besides us was in the home to know I was there. "Okay sexy," he moans trying to make it sound more attractive than it did. He starts to button down his shirt, while I pull the dress above me. It scatters my hair in a way, that made me seem sexier to him because suddenly he leaps forward to push me into his bed. His hands explore my body like a newborn explores its vocal cords for the first time. He begins using his mouth to tug at every inch of my flesh, making his way down to my legs. He grips my ass cheek with his left hand and pulls it from its rightful place making my two holes exposed to the draft of the wind. That causes me to feel a sensation I've only ever felt when using my vibrator, it feels like anticipation. That swift movement he made, forced my body to like it. He uses his right hand to grip my other cheek and spread it apart and lift me so my body is on his face. "Oh shit!" I moaned. This feels magnificent! I have never had sex willingly so the sentiments I was having before we arrived were overpowered by lust and passion. I didn't have thongs on, so it made it easier for his tongue to slide into my pink opening. I threw my head back at the enthralling sensation. I grip his short curly hair with my fingers and began to rock my hips back and forth. He was extremely skillful in the way he used his tongue to pleasure me and I didn't feel guilty for enjoying every moment.

My body starts to shake uncontrollably as he uses his teeth to gently sink into my overly swollen clit. I explode all over his face and he throws me onto his bed. I bask in my delight only for a second before he pulls his pants down and has his very hard penis in my face. "What you expect me to do with that?" Pointing to his cock, looking at him perplexed, trying to fully understand what it is that he wants. "I want you to suck it, silly, get it soaked and wet." He says while cupping his hands behind my neck. Wet? I have never put anything that large in my mouth before. Even the franks I eat in small bites weren't that big. If it'll make it easier why not. I began to lick. He had lint around the head of it so I spewed a few times before putting the whole thing in my mouth. Surprisingly it didn't have a taste to it, I just taste my saliva. I gag a few times because I didn't think I could breathe and suck at the same time. His moans danced on my eardrums, and that made me want to look up to see if he was pretending. He wasn't, he was looking down at me with a look that seemed painful so I stop. "What happened? Why'd you stop?" He asks me rubbing his manhood up and down. "Erm, I don't know it seems like I may have been hurting you," I reply with all honesty.

He laughs and asks, "Have you done this before?" He's turning me onto my stomach and spitting on his penis to enter me. " I can't say that I have." I lie and shriek in pain once he fully enters me. "Damn this shit is so tight baby!" He yells out in pure ecstasy. He begins moving back and forth slowly molding into me and I start to feel warmth and pleasure. "Ohh...aah" is all I can manage to say. He quickly picks up the pace, gripping my ass cheeks as they start to make clapping noises. He spreads them apart and that causes him to go even deeper and makes me say a long "fuckkkk!" "You like that baby?" He asks me not stopping. Please don't I beg silently. I don't answer him. Instead, I push myself back with desire growing stronger with each thrust. We begin to move in sync and I can feel him grow bigger each time. His penis begins to hit something within me that causes me to jump, not from pain but candidness. I did not know what he reached but it felt wrong. As he's prowling back and forth, Malcolm's face pops up in my mind. That's weird, here I am engaged in sexual activities with a man I barely knew with thoughts of another I barely know popping up. "Oh, shit baby I'm about to cum!" Ramirez calls out and grips my shoulder as he pulls out and cums on my left butt cheek. The warm sticky liquid oozes out of his now limp dick as he wipes the remaining of it on my other cheek. "Just a sec, be right back. Would you like something to drink?" He looks at me shyly as if what we just did was wrong. "Nope I'm good, a wet washcloth would be nice though." He nods and vanishes from my sight.

I'm still bent over, feeling pathetic and cold because the moisture on my ass has started to chill from the air that surrounded it. "So about Kyle, you think he really died of a heart attack?" Ramirez asks curiously, stepping back in with a wet rag to take measures to clean my cheeks off for me. I stiffen from the touch, realizing that he was just a detective with needs. Using me for his own selfish benefit must've thought he could fuck me into a confession. Anything I was starting to feel towards him evaporated in the same instance, making me remember my original plan of why I was there in the first place. "I mean sure, he was old and drank a lot...Could it have been anything else?" Now I'm curious because where was this investigation heading? I stand to fix my dress looking around the room for anything I can kill him with. "Not sure, the toxicology report found a series of drugs in his bloodstream. I'm not sure how that was overlooked but it was. It was bought to our attention when a relative of his wanted to attest to his will. A nephew of his, I believe. You don't know an Andre Bleaker do you ?" He asks as he lays down patting the spot next to him. What an extremely small world I thought in the back of my mind. The other night when I googled Andre it turned out his last name was indeed Bleaker. "No, I don't. Also, I don't have anything to wear." I tell him pointing to my beyond inappropriate dress to lay in any bed in. He shakes his head, "Sleep naked." He smiles defiantly.

His smile makes my pussy moisten rapidly but I will not allow it to cloud my judgment. Instead, I walk over to his side of the bed and act like I'm about to lean in for a kiss when I grab the pillow from his under his head promptly and put it to his face. I hold it there unceasingly, just until his feet stop kicking. I don't take a second glance as I run out of his house so fast, in any direction just to get out of there. I just killed a cop! A fucking cop! My head swarms with thoughts as I continue to run. Headlights come into view and I slow down a bit sticking out my thumb. When it rolls up, it's a middle-aged Indian man grinning from ear to ear who asks if I'm okay and if I need a ride. I answer desperately giving him a bullshit story of how my ex and I just got into it. He agrees to drive me home but doesn't allow me to leave without giving him my number first. It seemed like a fair trade to me, so I give him a fake number and tell him to text me and I promise I'll call once I'm settled. He had a look as if being misled but decided not to push it further. I run upstairs not bothering to take the elevator and lock my door. This was the first time I killed and felt terrified. He didn't put up much of a fight he let me kill him willingly. He didn't have the fear of death in his eyes when I put the pillow over his face, his braveness made me horrified. I take 3 deep breaths. I pull my dress off and throw it in my foot-controlled garbage in the kitchen. I'm still in shock. I decide comforting words from my mother would do the trick. I snatch the Manila envelope off the island, rip it open, and read. What I read causes the letter to fall right from under my fingers and onto the floor...