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Old 04-16-2015, 05:22 PM   #1
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The Craigslist ad said "Vespa, like new". I met her in a convenience store parking lot and she rolled up on it like she was Marlon Brando. She wore jeans rolled up at the cuffs and a little T-shirt that showed nice tits. Unfortunately she also wore Chuck Taylors and a Greek fisherman's cap that screamed "dyke" in a hundred languages. Lesbians never look like they do in porn.

I don't hate lesbians for being gay. It's a free country; you can fuck sheep for all I care. The problem with dykes is that they're abrasive. It's as if when the gays got made, faggots got all the personality and dykes got nothing.

She killed the throttle hopped off and swaggered over to me. "Well waddaya think?"

"It's not a Vespa," I said flatly.

"What?" She sounded stunned.

"It's not a Vespa. Its Chinese," I said.

"It's a Chinese Vespa," she countered.

"Vespa is a brand name, and they're Italian."

"Oh."

"Look, I'm buying this for a girl I work with. She wants to learn to ride, and I'm helping her out."

"Well, this is perfect for that," she said, returning to hard-sell mode.

"It's adequate, and the 800 you're asking is way too much." I was straining not to end every sentence with "you fucking cunt."

"Well, what are you thinking?"

"650."

"675." Her eyes narrowed like she was negotiating for a mansion.

"650," I said, not masking my annoyance.

"675." She replied.

"Really? It's only $25.00" I said, growing more impatient.

"Yeah, I know." She shot back.

"Okay". Actually, it wasn't okay. Her last snotty retort had sealed it. I hated her guts. I hated her voice, her personality, her pimply skin and her lip rings. She had them through lower AND upper lips. Dumbass.


I peeled the purchase price off a roll of bills and she signed the title. Now I hated her for being stupid, too. The cloak and dagger meeting in sparking lot didn't matter because now I had her name and address, but she didn't know shit about me. I rode the scooter home and parked it in my garage. I'd get rid of it later. I went immediately to my laptop and googled her name.

No surprise that in a college town this rugmuncher turned out to be an art student. Hardly shocking, either that she did the singer-songwriter schtick at open mike nights. I listened to a couple of minutes of one of her awful torch songs on YouTube before I shut the laptop and silenced her tuneless whining.

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The following Friday night I waited across the street from her apartment building at a bus stop until she got home. She was carrying her acoustic guitar case and I could tell from her walk that she had been drinking. She fumbled with the keypad at the front door and let herself in. The door closer was exceptionally slow, so while she clopped up the stairs like a two-legged horse, I strode briskly across the street. The door was just about to latch when I placed the toe of my boot next to the jamb.
Once inside I found her name on one of the keyed mailboxes in the entryway.

"Okay. 503. Here we go," I thought.

Inside I felt a mix of panic and excitement, like getting a bazooka for Christmas. The feeling that this is going to be awesome, and totally insane at the same time. I tread quietly up the stairs, hearing my trench coat brushing the wall. There's cameras everywhere now so I'd picked up the coat and a wide-brimmed hat at Goodwill that morning. I arrived at her door and slipped on a black ski mask.

"Megan?" I said as I tapped lightly at the door. "Megan? You dropped something in the hall."

Heavy footsteps came toward me as I got ready. The door had only cracked open when I kicked it wide, bloodying her nose and knocking her to the floor. She rolled around and moaned as I produced a heavy, plastic contractor's bag and pulled it down over her upper torso. She started to fight back and I jumped on top of her and started choking her. I kept her neck pinned to the floor as she flailed around and I slipped off my belt. I looped it around her neck like a noose and used it to drag her into the kitchen. She gagged and clawed through the plastic as I looked for and found a large knife. I made a slit in the bag so she could breathe...when I wanted her to.

She was still gagging and struggling on the way to the bathroom where I drew an ice-cold bath. The downstairs neighbor let us know he'd had enough when he banged on the ceiling a told us to be quiet. I cut her bag all the way open and let her see me for the first time.

"The man downstairs wants you to be quiet," I whispered hoarsely. "You need to shut your fucking mouth.."

Her eyes bulged with terror as she saw the ski mask and the gleam of the polished blade. I let her breathe, but the belt was still tight around her neck, and there was a ruffle of black plastic bag sticking out over it that looked like an Elizebethan collar. I smiled at how stupid she looked.

"So here's what's going to happen. We're going to wash that smelly mess you call a cunt. And then you're going to lick my cock so it slides into your pussy real nice and easy."

She gave me a look of angry disgust so I pushed her face into the half full tub. I kept her there long enough to let her know I was serious. Then I jerked her head back out and whispered in her ear; "and you're gonna act like you love it."

I went to work with the knife cutting off her grubby jeans and relieving her of her T-shirt. I trimmed away the rest of the bag and pulled the belt up so she had to stand on her toes while I looked at her naked body. Her pussy was a dense, unkempt wilderness but she had a tasty set of jugs that almost made up for it. I forced her into the freezing tub and her nipples got hard. I started getting hard, too.

"Take that soap and water and scrub your crotch," I ordered.

I made her suds up and rinse three times and then I pulled a razor and shave cream from the deep pockets of my coat.

"Now shave it," I said, "Pussy, legs, armpits, all of it." She meekly lathered up and began scraping away her body hair. She had toweled off and was standing there shivering when I whipped out a bottle of cheap perfume and sprayed her down like I was painting a car.

"Okay, now you smell like a girl. You should look like one, too." Another surprise came from the big coat and this time it was lipstick. She looked at it like it was a bullet headed for her heart, but took it obediently and unscrewed the cap. Clumsily, she painted her lips a lovely shade of whore red.

"Oh, you're like a beautiful princess!" I said, dripping with sarcasm. "Now you're the little girl your parents wanted, instead of the goofy bull dyke they actually got."

She winced and looked away and I could tell I'd struck a nerve. "I think it's time we made you a woman."

I dragged her to the bedroom where sat on the edge of the bed and made her kneel in front of me.

I twirled the point of the knife against her forehead and said "if you do anything I don't like, I will make you very, VERY sorry. Understand?" The hole I made in her forehead released a trickle of bright, crimson blood down her cheek.

She knodded fearfully.

"Beg to suck my cock."

"P-p-please can I suck your c-cock?" she was fighting back tears.

I slapped her cheek, "Please SIR."

"Please sir can I suck your cock?"

"Too bad I don't have time to teach you the difference between 'can' and 'may.'"

I pulled my half-hard cock out of my pants and whacked her in the eye with it. She winced, then forced a smile before opening her mouth.

"Lick it like a lollipop, bitch"

Her sparkling, pink tongue crept out of her mouth and dragged along the length of my member. She craned her head around to get it from every angle.

"That's right, whore," I said mockingly. "Get it nice and wet so it I can push it into into your soft, warm pussy."

A single tear ran down her cheek.

Once I was good and hard, I laid her down on the bed and dropped my pants. I hadn't showered since I bought the scooter and I was saving something just for her. I climbed on top of her and with the knife to her throat I pulled my filthy underwear down over her head. Silent tears turned to bawling and I smeared my spit onto her vagina and pushed the head of my cock between her lips. I couldn't believe how fucking tight she was. Clearly she was new to the city or she'd have taken a fist by now. I gradually worked my whole length into her and settled in to enjoying each stroke. After a bit she stopped sniveling and watched with one eye through the leg hole of my rancid underwear.

"This is what your mommy and daddy want you to do. You're such a disappointment to them."

Fresh tears snaked down her cheeks. Her pangs of degradation left me close to coming so I pulled out and positioned the head of my cock next to her mouth.

Apparently thinking she had a choice, she clamped her lips shut. I corrected this assumption by grabbing her stupid lip rings and using them to pull her mouth open. The rings were close to tearing from her lips when I said "Swallow it, whore," and jerked off on her face I pumped a load of viscous cum into her mouth and onto her lips.

"Now, get your fingers up there and get it all into your mouth, you worthless fuckhole." The knife was back at her throat and she complied, dragging every pearly drop into her mouth.

I climbed off her and she staggered off to puke in the toilet.

"Okay, princess. Get washed up. You can use hot water this time."

She climbed into the shower and drew the glass door shut. She scrubbed her crotch like a fiend and she disappeared into the steam. My fluids and traces of hair were washed down the drain.

When she finally dared to peek out again I was gone, but drawn in lipstick on the mirror was a huge heart containing the words: "See you soon! XXXOOO"

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