Unlucky Harry the short story

I've been a contract killer for the Haitian mafia for ten years now. After the occurrences from my last two missions. I've decided to throw in the towel. I want to come clean and set the record straight. I'm not facing jail time nor am I dying.

I just want to disappear and let others know what I've been through. Not to help you get into to the life. Hopefully to deter you from getting in to it. My name is Hamilton Harry Hoover. I am retired and living someplace I can't disclose. My nickname depends where you live. Must people know me as Harry the plumber.

I always come in and fix the pipes that are clogged. For years I've been the clean-up man. You could always count on me to fix your pipes. I've been all over America and parts outside. I don't want to be tooting my horn. Honestly writing this memoir could get me killed. Yet now I'm just ready to tell my story.

I have no kids I have no family to speak of. I don't want to be forgotten in the history books. I've been shot, stabbed and tortured. I've had too many unlucky runs that have been the luckiest. I've made it out to see another day. Which in my line of work is the most important thing you can ask for.

I know your reading this thinking is it all worth it. Over the course of twenty years. I have acquired more money than I could blow in a life time. Naked women have swam in my swimming pool. I've met athletes who bet on the wrong things.

Now that I've read it back. I don't want the fame. What I've done over my life time is nothing to celebrate. Forget the guts and the glory for the minute. I want you to know I've been through it. You don't have to go through it.

A month of go I would never ever consider this. Yet these last couple of jobs have opened my eyes. Making this decision to get out the biz in its self is causing ripples. You don't walk away from the mob and wash your hands.

I'm a mad man for a reason. Other men made me and they have a say in a lot. I've never been one to follow any man’s rules. Yet some men over the years I've learned to do as they say. They don't take the word no well.

I'm living in a condo in Colorado now. I just left New Mexico. I left two goons in the hotel room. I was staying in at the time. No place I stay is safe for too long. My face is in the wire now it's too late for me. Some people don't want any loose wires left about.

Who they are doesn't matter. Honestly I couldn't tell you even if I wanted to. I've worked for so many people. I've acquired so many enemies. I could spend a lifetime trying to figure it out. Or just start killing other made men. Until I figure out who is at the top of this attack.

I don't want to do any of that now though. I'm done with all this killing and taking orders. I met a woman who I'm slowly working my way to be with. It's only I could completely cover my tracks. I would hate to put her life in danger.

I've seen it one to many times. If they can't get you. They will get your wife, take pictures of your kids, show up at your mother's house and leave a message. Over the years I've used more than enough of those tactics.

She will be different though. She won't ever know about my past. To her I'm a salesman who sells people life insurance. I hate lying to her but it's for her own protection. Once all this dust settles we will be clear to live as we want. I won't have to keep looking over my shoulder.

Her name is Beatrice and she lives in the country. The perfect place to go un noticed and keep to yourself. So I'll circle the states and then B line their once. I feel like my tracks are hard enough to follow.

I've killed half a bottle of Remy Martin already. Its noon and I can see I'm starting to ramble. I got nothing to do but write and drink some more. That is until I plan my next move. I guess in order to figure out where I'm going to go. I should reflect on what I've been through.

A year ago was the first time I contemplated quitting. There was a business owner in Florida who wasn't playing ball. My client wanted to scare him. Not harm him just let him know how touchable he was.

I had been watching him for two weeks. Just trailing him and watching his daily movements. The one thing I loved about my job was. People are very habitual creatures. They usually do the same thing every day. Have some type of routine to their week. Usually even drive the same way home.

I figured the best time to hit him was during the evening. There was a two hour gap, between when his maid left and he got home. I had planned to just break in and wait for him. I had placed a thin layer of dust on his keypad. Making it easy to figure out his security code.

It was supposed to be an in and out job. A simple B&E something I've done a hundred of times. Be waiting there for him when he came home. Drinking his cognac or hiding his favorite trophy. Usually the fact that I was in their house, scared most people enough to send the message.

A few people though tried to play tough. That's usually my favorite part. When I get to show them who really the boss is. Make them be quiet in their own home. Most of the people I have to go see. Are so use to bossing people around. They don't know how to act when the role is reversed.

Their shock and anger can really come out. Usually once my 9mm is against their head. They start praying or begging for mercy. Ready to do whatever the mob requested of them. All to never see my face again. To save their pathetic hides for another day.

One thing I've learned though in this business is always expect the unexpected. Planning your entrance as well as your exit. Are crucial parts to making it home alive? Once the wheels start rolling there is no telling what they run into.

I've had wives and kids come home unexpectedly. Goons pop up and are strapped. There is no worse feeling then having a gun pointed on someone and someone else having a gun pointed at you.  Which is why preparation is key even though you can only plan for so much.

The day came when I was ready to give this guy the message. That morning it had started to thunder storm. I sat in. My car two blocks from his house just watching everything. Finally his maid left and the house was clear.

I thought I could use the weather to my advantage. It could add an extra scary factor. When I got out my car a 9mm was in the breast pocket. I had a .22 attached to my leg. With a .45 on my back as my back up. This was my normal out the house set up. In my line of work you could never have enough guns on you.

Getting out the car though I felt weird. It was as if the hair on my skin was standing up. I paid no mind to it I continued to the house. Walking around the back I stood on his wood grain patio deck. I took a cigarette out and began to smoke. I knew I had at least an hour before he came home. There was no reason for me to rush.

Finishing the cigarette I put it out right on his deck. With a chuckle I turned around and went to the porch door. Holding my umbrella with my chin. I began to pick the porch door lock. The security system began to start its alert. I quickly walked over to it and put in the code. With the alarm disarmed I went back to the patio. I was about to close my umbrella.

The lightning bolt that struck me sent me flying back in the house. I woke up in the marks bathroom chained up. Two guys stood watching over me. They called their boss alerting him to me being awake. My headache was still ringing everything looked a bit fuzzy to me. The chains weighed heavy on my chest. I guess that's what to be expected when you get hit with ten thousand volts.

"So sleeping beauty is up... you are very lucky we found you. You almost died on my kitchen floor. So what were you doing in my house?"

"Don Zoë wants you to start playing ball"

"So let me get this straight. You came here to deliver a message"

"That's right"

"So now that you delivered your message what happens now? Are you going to walk away and go home?"

"That was my plan"

"Oh you’re a funny guy I see. Well let me give you a bit of advice and some help"

The Mark leaned over and whispered in my ear. Something about him being a god and didn't need any stinking Zoë to tell him what to do. How me getting struck by lightning was divine intervention. It's still a bit fuzzy on everything he said but I do remember the beating clearly. He started punching me in my face and finally spit in my face. His goons picked me up out the bath tub and too a car. They threw me in the trunk.

After we drove for about an hour. The car stopped and they pulled me out. We were at a scrap metal place. They took me to an empty room and began to go to work on me. Using the chains that were already around my wrist the hung me up on an overhanging pipe. They had metal pipes, chains and their fist. After the first couple hits to the rib from the metal pipe. My body became numb to the blows. By the time they got tired of just punching and kicking the dog shit out of me.

I was ready to go to the emergency room and get patched up. They weren't going to kill me but they were going to teach me a lesson in failure. Hopefully they would drop me in front of a hospital. Cause catching a cab with my face right now would be impossible.

The goons took me down and threw me back in the trunk. I was covered in blood and sure I had some internal damage as well. Sadly not the worst state I've ever been in. I could be missing a few fingers. I can handle a broken rib or two.

I'm not sure when I blacked out. When I came too I hit the floor outside of the emergency room hard. The sound of their screeching tires made my headache even worse. Within a few minutes two nurses were running out with a stretcher.

It took me a few months to fully recover. As I did I thought long and hard about the series of events. I don't believe in coincidences. I've also never really been much into the god thing. Yet when you get shocked by a thousand volts and beat to a bloody pulp. It makes you reconsider allot of life choices.

I'm headed now to New Mexico. This will be my last stop before I meet Beatrice. I'm having to jump around the country just to clear my tracks. I don't want anything getting in the way of our new life.

The fact alone that I have to use a new burner phone every month. I feel it brings a strain to our already fragile relationship. All my lies go un noticed by her but they eat at me. Every one that come out my mouth taste disgusting. I just want to keep her safe. That's what I keep telling myself.

It's not like I could just be fully honest with her. How would I look? Hey baby the name you call me isn't really my name. The train I switch phones is because the mob it's trying to kill me. We see each other every few months; because I don't want someone to rape and cut you up to get to me. Everything about me besides my favorite books and movies have been a lie. I can see that going over real well.

I made it to New Mexico and checked into my hotel. I have three passports ready to make my move. One to get into Mexico which is my true passport. One to get me out of Mexico. The final one is too live happily ever after with Beatrice.

Once I get to Arizona I'll stop writing. I will prepare myself to give this life up. Never having to look over my shoulder. Flip one final bird to the mob. Allow Hamilton Harry Hoover to die as a person rather than a nobody. 

Which brings us to the last job that I did. Which gave me the final sign or push that I needed to get out the game. I found an envelope with a picture in it on my porch one morning. Which only meant one thing to me. A new job and a target for me to get.

The target though was a man I knew well. He showed me the ropes when I first started. Cleaned up my messes once or twice. We had worked a few jobs in the past together. He was the top dig in my field of work. If you needed something done and wanted no strings left behind. He was the man to go too and get it done.

Now he was a marked man and I had the cross hairs on him.  This wasn't the first time I've had to 47 one of my peers. Locating him was going to be the first issue. Then figuring out what he did to end up on my door step. Was going to be the second step. The final step was simple finish the job.

After visiting a few people and twisting a couple of wrist. I began to pick up Vinny's trail. While beginning to understand exactly why I was hunting him in the first place. I could not believe where I ended up finding him. Vinny was in a cheesy motel on Miami Beach. Not hiding he even registered his room with his real name.

I was beginning to believe that he had lost his mind. I knocked on his door and got ready for the shooting. He opened the door with no problem. Vinny was smoking a cigar and had tequila on ice. He turned and walked to the balcony.

"You going to kill me I'm cold blood or you going to figure out why."
"I haven't figured yet"
"Well when you do there is tequila, vodka and weed. I've already set up the board. It's your turn."

Checking every room and crook in the room. I tucked my chest piece in the holster and followed him. His marble chest board was already set. I he had my knight at t7 and his rook at e5. Behind as usual and trying to counter right.

Vinny had been expecting me. We had a few drinks and talked. He knew they would send me, and didn't want to be much trouble finding. He was the worst chest player. Two steps ahead of you and a laugh that could eek you. I knew why I was here and what was expected after I left. The only question I had was if I was going to do it. Before I could answer my own question.

During our moment of silence Vinny stood up and walked to the closet. He pulled out two large black travel bags. Throwing them on the bed he stood and just watched them.

"This is what you came to get right"
"Maybe... it depends what's in them"

Vinny smiled and unzipped them. Thousands of hundred dollar bills filled the inside. I had to take another swig of my tequila and just watched all that money.

"How much is my life worth too you"
"Not worth my own life"
"How long have we been doing this Harry. I remember when you got your first contact. Don't you want to love, live and not be worried about a bullet in your head"
"What are you getting at"
"There is 20 million in each case. I'll take one and I'll walk away to my new life."
"What happens if I want both cases"
"You've never been a greedy man. I know that; but if you do then you know what you will have to do. They won't let you ever go unless you’re dead or in jail. This is your chance to get out.”

I took another swig of my drink. As I contemplated the whole situation. I wondered where he was stashing his gun. Was this just another ploy to see what I would do? I took the final swig of my drink and placed the drink on the table. My body felt like it was on auto pilot before I knew it. The suitcase and myself were heading out the hotel and getting into my car.

  

All the time

I've been thinking
More about you
You've captured my imagination
Look how you've hidden
Yourself away
To never come back again

I'm happy you no longer cry
Only smiles fill your life now
As you walk the street of China
This could all be in my head
I highly doubt it though

Thank god for putting
You in my life
In time though
We might have a little more
As we both grow

Moving closer to our goals
Figuring out what makes us tick
Looking for what makes us tock
Changing as people
Growing as humans

The clock ticks down
To the inevitable
Watch as the hour hand swings
Like a pendulum away
My heart is yours
My soul is his

I'll put my trust in him
Watch him take me away
Bloom you into a woman
Converting us into the people
That we are destined to be

Pound Town the short story

I live in a quiet town outside of Reno. One that you could easily pass by and not even notice. On your way to gamble and party. Nothing really exciting ever happens here. Everyone knows everyone and everything that goes on. Within our town limits.

I've lived here all my life. Went to Reno State University then settled right back here. Not that I haven't traveled around and saw things in the world. It's just become my own slice of heaven here. I hate big cities. The cluster of people pushing and shoving. Their way to where ever they have to go.

Cramming themselves into subways and buses. The hustle and bustle life was just never for me. I have everything I would ever need right here. A loving husband a dog and a nice house. I couldn't ask for anything better than this. Pound town is my home and I'm glad to call it that.

I'm Emily the town's veterinarian. I love my job and the people I get to help. If I've learned anything over the years of work. It's that the only thing weirder then the animals I help. Are the people who own them and lives they live?

I've never been a nosey person or cared to snoop on my neighbors. In such a small town though. You can't help but hear the gossip. Everyone talks and about everything. There is no privacy really, when you can throw a rock from side of town to the other.

Over time though you will see for yourself. Once the bedroom doors close. This town comes alive with fetishes galore. Not that I'm a plain Jane myself but I tend to lean more to the vanilla side. The stories I've heard about our many various residents. Has had me more than baffled a time or two.

As I sit in our monthly town hall meeting. Looking around I notice some very notorious faces of our town. Who are also very loyal clients of mine? Mrs. Jones is a widow with 2 cats a dog and my favorite patient Leon the parrot.  The Sanders sat two rows behind her. Their dog max is a handful but I love him. He is a black Labrador that hates his vet visits.

Across the row from them sit the Anderson's. Their town clowns who usually are away at some fair or event. Brutes their dog usually chills with me when they're away. He is the nicest Rottweiler you could ever meet.  The rows behind them Sat Tommy Ringle and Jessica Parker.

They were the on again off again trouble couple of town. If the sheriff wasn't coming to get Tommy from her house. It was vice versa monthly. They had no pets and sadly I was happy. I could only imagine the trauma an animal would have living with them two. Across the row from them sat the town play boy.  Aaron Rogers there was not a woman he wouldn't hit on or flirt with. With his Pomski Adonis in his lap. He was easily a chick magnet.

A row in front of him was Mrs. Hilda she owned the town's flower shop. Next to her was Kathy Rogers Mrs. Hilda's assistant. They had a bee farm behind Mrs. Hilda's house. Which gave the freshest honey I ever tasted. They also kept her flowers looking amazing.

As I sit watching them and thinking about all I've heard about each of them. I wonder what really goes on once their bedroom doors close. How freaky or kinky they really get. My neighbors couldn't be as deviant as everyone makes them out to be. Yet again anything can happen in pound town.

Friday evening I closed up shop and took my dog gambit home. He usually keeps the other dogs in the kennel in line for me. Some days I wouldn't know what I would do without him. As he stood in the passenger seat; letting his tongue catch every ounce of wind that past.

I took in the warm summer day ready for a restful weekend. As I drove around I saw some familiar faces. Mrs. Heidi and her assistant were leaving blockbuster. Most likely getting one of those sad chick flicks that she loves so much. The Anderson's were walking brutes down Main Street. It is always weird to me to see them not in their clown costumes.

Aaron Rogers was across the street with his Adonis. He was waking with a tall blonde girl. Who looked as if she couldn't even buy liquor yet? They were flirting and holding hands without a care in the world. I couldn't blame her though. Aaron was good looking he had money and the cutest dog ever.

There was a time when he tried his charm on me. As flattered as I was I had to turn him down? My husband was all I needed and wanted. Plus who knows what type of
Things he gets into at night. I've seen some of his girls and they aren't all the top pick of the litter.

Finally I made it home and could relax. The Sun was setting. James had a bottle of my favorite wine chilled and ready for me. All I wanted to do now was cuddle with my best friend and have a good drink.

On the other side of town Mrs. Jones had a different plan for the night. She opened her door to a tall young man. She welcomed him in with a smile. He caressed her face and kissed her. His blue eyes sparkled as he pulled away. Sniffing the air a hint of steak in the oven filled his nose.

"I have dinner almost ready. Why don't you go upstairs and change."
"I'll be back down in a second"

Mrs. Jones spanked his butt as he headed toward her winding stair case. He looked back and gave her a wink. Travis was her weekly boy to. He was exactly what she needed to reprieve from the boredom that was her life. Lidea knew he was only around for the good food and occasional money. Which didn't bother her at all. It was nice to have someone to tell her how sexy she was; and touch her just how she wanted to be touched, when she wanted to be touched.

Travis came back down with nothing on but a diaper and a bib. Inscribed in it was red letters that said momma boy. Lidea shrieked with glee at the sight of him. Travis sat in his normal seat. Which was an adult high chair that Lidea had bought months prior. She came around and gave him a big kiss. Smearing her ruby red lipstick on his lips.

"Are you hungry dear"
"Yes mama me so hungry"

Travis talked as a child would now. He knew it added to her fantasy. Pleasing her as ridiculous as it made him feel. Made him get into character more. Lidea brought him a plate with steak and steamed veggies. She had already cut the steak into little pieces for him. Travis picked up a cube with his fork and put it in his mouth. He quickly spit it out and began to cry and whine.

"Is it too hot for momma's baby? Let me help you"

Lidea came over and picked the cube up she blew on it. Then placed the cooled piece in his mouth. This continued until Travis had cleaned his plate. Lidea went to the fridge and got him a bottle filled with milk. Travis guzzled it down spilling some down his chest.

"O look baby made a mess. Mommy going to have to take you upstairs. Clean the little baby off before he goes to bed."

Travis got out his high chair and took Lidea's hand. He followed her back upstairs to the master bedroom. The bath was already drawn and Travis got in. Lidea cleaned him from head to toe. She dried him off then led him to the bed.

"I'm still hungry mama"

Lidea with a smile began to undress. She wore a laced bra with the stockings to match. Popping her tit in his mouth Travis began to suck as if milk was really coming out.

"Mommy it's time for bed but my ding dong hurts. Make it stop"
"Mommy knows just how to fix it"

Lidea began to stroke his hard dick. She looked at him with a smile on her face. As every stroke released a small moan from him. Slowly she put his dick in her mouth and was deep throating it. Travis grabbed the back of her head and pushed it deeper down on his dick. It seemed as if Lidea could swallow it whole and then some.

When he had enough he flipped her over on her back. He worked his way down to her vagina. Slowly kissing her body until his tongue was on her clit. Lidea ran her hands through his hair. Slowly he came back up and kissed her passionately. The last of her own juices were on his lips. She loved her then Travis shoved his dick in.

Lidea moaned with pleasure as Travis started to open her hole up. She was so wet so ready for his man hood. Every thrust sent her deeper into ecstasy. His strong shoulders his smell. The power behind every thrust in her vagina. Sent Lidea to the brink of climax.

Travis was always so rough with her and she loved it. He pulled out and flipped Lidea on her stomach. Sliding inside from the back. Travis held her down and pounded her. Lidea's head banged into the head board over and over again. Giving her the railing she been craving since last weekend. Finally Travis released his seed all inside her.

Travis rolled over and Lidea laid on his chest. She ran her fingers over his abs and kissed his nipples. She could feel his seed leaking out of her slowly. She reached down with her fingers. Took up a glob of it and put it all in her mouth. Lidea got out the bed and went into the bathroom to clean herself up.

Not too far away a couple miles down the road. The Anderson's sat in their living room. Pink Floyd's album dark side of the money. Was playing from the living room speakers. Their dog brutes was out in the yard in his dog house. Their kitchen table was filled with desserts.

They had cherry pies, lemon meringue pie, peach cobbler all topped with whip cream. A seltzer water container Sat alongside it all. They wear dressed in their clown clothes. Full makeup and squeaky red nose. John took Melinda's hand and walked her to the living room. They each grabbed a pie off the table. The living room floor and furniture was covered in plastic.  John looked into Melinda's eyes and smiled as she looked into his.

"In the words of president Obama. You like pie, I like pie"

John smashed the pie in her face. Melinda smashed hers in his face. They began to make out and eat the pie off each other. Laying on the ground the mashed the pie into the others genitals. John began to lick all the whip cream and pie crust. Out of Melinda's vagina she moaned loudly. As she licked pie off her tits.

John Worked his way back up and began licking the pie off her stomach. Melinda took a handful of the pie in her hand. She massaged it around his dick. Slowly licking it up the shaft and tip. Looking up into his eyes Melinda licked all extra whip cream off her hands. Then went back to servicing John's manhood.

Melinda having enough jumped on top of him. The weight of her made John grunt. She found his sticky spit covered dick and out it in her vagina. Riding John that a horse; she kissed him lovingly as she slammed down again and again. Moaning as john’s dick went further into her.

John twisted her nipples and pulled them. Melinda was beginning to climax. She felt her vagina walls start to tighten up as her nails dug into John's chest. Grinding on his dick harder. Her eyes began to roll back into her skull as she savored the moment. Rolling off of John Melinda laid next to him.

Picking up the last pie. John dug his fingers into it. He put it into her mouth and she licked it clean. Melinda dug her finger into the pie and returned the favor. They devoured the pie. Rubbing it into their faces and kissing each other. John got on top of her and pushed his dick into her vagina. It was still soaking wet.

"My turn"

John began pumping into her throbbing vagina. She moaned with ecstasy as he dug in deeper. With one movement he pulled out and came on what was left of the pie. Grabbing it up he shoved the cum drenched piece into her mouth. Melinda cleaned his hands off and swallowed all the pie.

Their makeup was smeared and they were sweating. John got up of the plastic and went into the kitchen. He grabbed the seltzer water container. Coming back Melinda was sitting up ready for him.

"You’re a dirty little girl. I'm going to have to clean you off."

John sprayed her down with the water. Drenching her and Melinda began to laugh. She grabbed the container out his hands and sprayed him back. They both began to laugh; as they laid on the wet plastic with the pie crumbs and whip cream.

On the other side of town though no one was laughing. Mrs. Hilda was sitting in her living room crying. She was watching the notebook. Next to her was a box of Kleenex and a tub of cookie dough ice cream. Her cries filled the house up echoing off every wall.

Kathy sat in her room listening to get cry. It was the same thing every weekend. Mrs. Hilda found the saddest movies she could find.  Just to sit and cry until she went to sleep. Kathy got used to it after all these years. At first she couldn't sleep but quickly found a way to get over that. Kathy got out her bed and quietly walked down the hall.

Their house staircase allowed a perfect view of the down stairs. She sat at the edge of the banister and watched Mrs. Hilda. The pain and tears just made her so hot. Kathy out her hands into her red panties. She slowly began to rub her clit.

Every sigh and tear from Mrs. Hilda. Sent a spark through Kathy. Her hands got so moist from the sensation. Sliding her panties down Kathy put two fingers in. She caught herself moaning in pleasure. Remembering she didn't want to get caught. Kathy slowed down and took her time.

Enjoying every moment as if Hilda's sorrow was driving her to climax. Envisioning the taste of Hilda’s tears made Kathy lick her lips. As she touched her breast it sent her fingers deeper into her vagina. The feeling was beginning to overwhelm Kathy. She stood up quietly and grabbed her panties.

Kathy went back into her bedroom. She walked over to her nightstand and grabbed her dildo. Flicking it on to make sure it works, she smiled with delight. Getting into her bed Kathy began to rub her clit. The dildo vibrated in her hand then she moved it to her clit. Moving it up and down her walls. Kathy moaned with pleasure.

The sound of Mrs. Hilda down stairs still crying amplified her arousal. Pushing the dildo inside her now. She began to fuck herself. In and out in and out over and over again. Kathy was working herself up to cum. She could feel how wet she was getting. Her vagina was slowly wetting the hand she was using up. It felt so good she grabbed her breast again.

Staying to lick her nipples Kathy began to bite them lightly. Her areola was so hard it sent a vibe down to her vagina. Kathy picked up speed feeling her walls starting to tighten up.  Moaning softly she started to cum. Her pussy stated to squirt water as she climaxed on the dildo. Kathy got up and out the dildo back in its draw. She grabbed her towel and headed to the shower.

Down the street in the Sanders house. Ashley Sanders had just finally put the kids to bed. She kissed each of their heads before she closed their before door. Leonard Sanders was in his den watching a documentary on Netflix. Ashley came down and sat in his lap. She began to kiss him passionately.

Leonard knew what time it was. He had been waiting all week. The weekend was the only time they really had to play. Between working and the kids there was not much time for sex. They still had a few quickies throughout the week. Yet it wasn't the same as when they got time to explore each other and make love.

He stood up with her in his arms. Ashley grabbed the remote with a giggle and turned the TV off. She threw the remote back on the lazy boy. Leonard carried her back upstairs to their red room. He pulled the key from above the door and unlocked it. When Ashley flicked on the light the red light bulb illuminated the room.

Leonard out her down gently and began kissing her. Slowly they took off each other's clothes. The room was filled with S&M equipment. A sex swing sat in the corner. Next to it was a bondage wall hand and feet straps dangled from it. On the opposite wall sat a shelf with whips, paddles, chains and ropes. Everything the needed to enjoy themselves.

Below the shelf Ashley opened the first draw. It held handcuffs, dildos and lubricants. She grabbed out the handcuffs and closed the draw. Then opened the second draw to pull out a leather outfit. Tossing it to Leonard he grabbed it and blew her a kiss. Throwing on his ass less chaps and leather vest. Leonard looked at his wife standing on all fours looking at him naked; with a lustful smile on her face.

"Where do you want me master"
"Just how you are. Now crawl over here and suck this dick"

Ashley obeyed and began to please her master. She began to deep throat his cock. Leonard pushed her hand off his dick and began to face fuck her. Pushing her head deeper in his dick. Ashley began to gag and cough. Leonard didn't care he loved to have the power. When he had enough. He pushed her off his dick and on the floor. Ashley hit it with a thud but only smiled and wiped the spit off her mouth.

Leonard went to the wall and grabbed off the choker collar. He returned and placed it around her neck. Pulling her toward the bondage wall. He pulled her up and slammed her against the wall.

"Yes master do what you want with me"

He strapped her hand and feet in. Looking at her nice ass. Leonard couldn't help but spank it. Ashley bounced off the wall with every tap she received. Moaning in pleasure from the subtle pain. Leonard bent over and pulled her ass to his face. He began eating her pussy from the back. Ashley gripped the straps tighter as she softly moaned. Leonard got up and walked to back to the shelf. He grabbed up a ball gag and a paddle.

"I hear your mouth all week. Not tonight though. You’re going to take this beating and dick in silence"

Leonard put the ball gag in her mouth and strapped it tight. He picked the paddle up and began to give her a spanking. Ashley ass turned red like a tomato. Leonard put the paddle down and shoved his dick in her pussy. Ashley tightened up with the sudden entrance of his manhood. She loved when he just took control of her.

As he plowed deeper into her. Ashley felt so aroused. Her pussy was creaming on
His dick and she loved it. All week she had waited for this moment.  Leonard pulled out and went back to the shelf. He grabbed her black dildo and lubricant. Lubing up the dildo he used his fingers to prepare her ass for it.

Leonard opened Ashley now lubed asshole up and put the dildo in. He unwrapped her from the wall. Pulling Ashley by the collar he led her to their table. Ashley watched him with her green eyes, as he strapped her down to the table. With the dildo poking out her ass he put this dick back in her pussy. As he pumped in her pussy he pushed the dildo in and out her ass.

Through the ball gag Ashley moaned as best she could. Her body began to tense up. She could feel herself climaxing on Leonard's dick. Her legs went weak thankfully the table was holding her up. Leonard finished having his fun and pulled the dildo out her ass. He un strapped her, and took her by the collar to the sex swing. Pulling it away from the wall he placed her in it.

Ashley laid in the swing and opened her legs up welcoming him inside. Leonard sucked on her right tit and fondled the left. He then slide back inside her. As Ashley swung on the swing. Leonard went in and out of her vagina with his man hood. He vent over and took the ball gag out her mouth.

Pulling her out the swing Leonard came all in her mouth. Ashley sat on the floor like an obedient slave for it all. She slowed every drop. Licking her fingers clean of his seed. She stood up and they kissed passionately.

In a motel not too far from their house. Tommy and Jessica were beginning their own deviant fetish. Tommy was laying on the bed. Watching Jessica plug up their electro shock kit. As Jessica turned on the wand. The sound of the electricity made Tommy smile like a child on Christmas.  He was ready to begin and growing impatient.

"Hurry up babe. It's not rocket science. Just crank that bad boy up and give me some juice."

Jessica knew how Tommy got when he was ready. She quickly got in the bed and sat on top of him. Watching his eyes watch the wand. Jessica kissed him gently as she held the wand in her right hand. She then began to move it over his chest. Watching the hairs stand up have her a little thrill.

Tommy gripped the sheets in his hand in pleasure. The lights in the hotel room began to dimmer as she cranked the voltage up. Tommy's eyes rolled back as he began to moan in pleasure. Jessica worked the wand down to his hard dick. She rubbed it up and down the shaft. Licking and kissed his dick Jessica turned the voltage higher.

The lights in the hotel room began to damper on and off. Tommy hollered with excitement as Jessica watched the lightning hit its points. Spreading out over his bare skin.

"Give me a wider tube babe I really want to feel it tonight."

Jessica got off of him and opened the kit. She picked out the widest round tube and connected it to the wand. Getting back in bed she cranked the knob on the wand back on. The sound of electricity cracked in the room. She again put it back on him tiny jumped from the initial jolt. He sat up and began kissing her. Jessica pushed him back down and cranked up the wand to the max.

As she put it back on tommy's dick. Jessica spit on his penis and began to jerk him. She could feel his dick throbbing from the sensation. As Tommy began to cum the lights in the hotel room blew. They both jumped in surprise. Realizing nothing was on fire or broken. They laid back in the bed laughing.

On the other side of town in his condo Aaron Rogers. Toasted with the girl he was out shopping with earlier. She was laughing at his weird toast. They had almost killed off the bottle of wine. Aaron took her empty glass from her and went into the kitchen.

He came back out and offered her his hand. The young woman took it giggling and followed him. Aaron walked her down his hallway toward the master bedroom. He pushed her on his king sized bed. The girl felt his silk sheets and smiled seductively at him. Aaron began to undress himself.

"Amanda why don't you make yourself comfortable"

Amanda stood up and slid the shoulder straps off her dress. It dropped down to the floor. Underneath she wore a black lace bra and panties to match. Her supple D cup breast sat perky in the bra. Aaron helped her un hook the bra and let them loose. He gripped them and sucked on them gently. Amanda's giggled and began to unbuckle his pants. They dropped to the floor and Aaron kicked them off into the corner.

He began to kiss on Amanda's neck. She pulled down his boxers and began to jerk him. Aaron stopped and looked into her eyes.

"I'm going to enjoy this. It's been so long since I've had such a young and beautiful woman in my presence."

He pushed her back down on the bed rougher then the last time. Aaron jumped on top of her and began to kiss her. From head to toe making sure he savored every kiss.  Amanda moaned with pleasure as he made his way back to her clitoris. Aaron dug his tongue in her vagina as if; he had never tasted anything so sweet.

Aaron was rock hard by the time he came back up to kiss Amanda. She was wet and ready to receive him. Aaron rubbed his dick on her clit and walls. Amanda moaned in pleasure. He gently slid his penis into her. Her eyes lit up at the feeling of his manhood filling her up.

Aaron grabbed her boob as he began to straddle her. Starting to pick up speed as he dove deeper inside her. Then he pulled out and flipped her over on her stomach. He entered her once again from behind and began to pound her ass. Amanda moaned loudly as her face was shoved deeper into the pillows. She began to bite one as to control her shouts of ecstasy.

Aaron seem to go wild at the stuff of her taking the pounding. He grabbed the back of her neck and pushed her deeper into the pillows. Pushing his dick farther up her vagina.

"Ow you’re hurting me now"
"You haven't begun to feel pain."

Aaron ignored her cries of agony and continued. She began to struggle and try to pull away. Aaron held her down by the waist and put his weight on her. Amanda tried to flip over but began to realize it pointless. Aaron was too strong and heavy on her back. He grabbed her hair and twisted it in his hand. Pulling it to the side exposing her neck.

Before she knew what was happening. Aaron was biting into Amanda's neck. She could feel his teeth piercing her skin. With a cry of pain and fear she desperately fight him off. Amanda flipped over and kicked him off the bed.

"What type of sick pervert are you?"
"The kind you like"

Aaron grabbed her leg and began to pull her toward him at the edge of the bed. His mouth was covered in the blood from her neck. Liking into Aaron's eyes he no longer looked human. They looked as if he was a beast in the wild. A savage that saw his prey in front of him. Amanda kicked him in the face sending him back to the floor. She quickly jumped up and grabbed her dress.

Aaron lunged for her hand but barely missed. Before he could regain his balance she was already running down his hallway. Aaron got up and opened the closed bedroom door. By the time he got in his living room. He heard his front door slam. Amanda was in the lobby and frantically pursuing the elevator button.

Amanda had never been so scared in her life. She began praying that he wouldn't come after her. Praying that the Lord deliver her from the demon in that apartment. The elevator door opened and she jumped on. She was so scared she barely noticed the Asian man with his dog. They just looked at her naked bloody body.

Amanda quickly covered herself. The man said nothing but turned his back to her. She took her Que and quickly got dressed. Realizing her shoes were still upstairs. Amanda shook her head and knew she wasn't going back for them. The elevator door opened and she sprinted out the lobby into the street. Looking up she could see Aaron still naked just watching her from his window.

As if the devil was on her heels Amanda took to the street. Running in search of a cab or anything that would get her away from him. A cab stopped and she got in. Aaron watched as the cab drive away from his condo and disappeared down the street. He looked at his body reflection and just smiled.

"Another wonderful weekend in pound town"

Her first Molly

She sitting in the corner crying
Screaming I love you
We came out of our bodies
And danced the night away
I went to make our drinks
Turned back to see her
Snorting them away

I took a half
she gobbled up like three grams
I never meant to bring
Her to my world
Now she's in my bedroom crying

Telling me about the uncle
that touched her in 5th grade
Holding a butcher knife
Screaming get away
I never seen someone
Take so much
What's the chance
She will puke
And it all go away

I'm afraid to get the paramedics here
She's pulling her hair out
And foaming at the mouth
Complaining about
The life she wasted
Her dead end degree
And how she's only 23
How no man loved her
And her womb
It's shrinking away
Ranting about how
She is ready to end it all today

She is choking my dog
Thinking that she is talking to me
Ashley I'm over here
Please let the dog
Breath some air
Some how I think
this is all my fault
For bringing her to my world

She looks like she's fading away
Her pupils are bigger then dimes
Somebody yelled she is going to die
I found my homie
in the bath room
He's over the toilet puking
From the 17 shots of the 38
Like bro she's oding
From the shit
I bought from you
What do I do
He like how many did she take
I'm like I never seen
anyone eat that much
He like Damn bro you fucked

Flipped him the bird
Then ran back to the room
She back in the corner crying
Screaming its your fault
It's your fault
I never meant to give
Her Molly's
Never meant to bring her
To my world
Now she is
In my bedroom dying
Screaming it's my fault
MY FAULT

Promises

I spent the night in heaven
I slept with an angel
She kept saying my name
Like she forgot it
Between those thighs
Her pubes are soaked wet
Looking like sour cream dip
Wanting me and needing me
Only thinking about pleasing me
In the physical and mental

I told her I love her
I told her I'll never leave
I told that my heart is hers
Smiling and kissing
Every lie out my mouth
She begs me to shower with her
Feeds me grapes as we lay
Under the sheets
We're undercover lovers

When she leaves
She is replaced
Another lover for the night
Another bunch of lies
Out my mouth
Another heart looking
to be broken
Wanting to feel loved
Wanting to be touched

Hanging on to my every word
Laughing at my every joke
Disillusioned by my promises
Trapped in my web of lies
Eating them up one at a time
Like a spider waiting to dine
Isn't there truth in every lie