STOP. . . DON'T. . .

Your dark hair is swaying in the breeze.
Short skirt, low top, Why such a tease?
someone like you shouldn't be out here all alone
especially without a phone
your brown eyes, so sultry begging for your innocence to be drawn
an ass like candy and a pussy sweet as melted chocolate
I am across the sidewalk you can't see me
I'm in black with a cap to cover my long shiny locks
I run to you asking for a light
waiting for the moment to be just right.

I force your body against the hard concrete
your body resisting my every sattire
"Scream!" I yell as I rip off your panties.
your pussy so soft and juicy makes me wanna cum right there
I thrust my fist up her
feeling your bodys sweat drip off you like rain
you scream in pain. . .  louder and louder. . .  
to bad no one can hear you!
Ha! Ha! Ha! STOP DON'T!!!!  but all I can hear is "Don't Stop!"
with every thrust deeper and deeper I feel your wall
as I tear your pussy apart.  
your blood and cum dripping from my hand.
your high picthed yelps draw me in closer
tearing off your blouse in the dead of night.
"What no bra?" I knew you were a whore!
 
come'on baby isnt this fun? I whisper in your ear.
hearing your begging screams excite my fear.
my other hand is jealous!
Where's that ass?

Every breath you take in is setting her on fire.
Your agonizing pain makes me cream my panties.
I fall hard to the ground.
and you shut up and don't make a sound.

The blade from my pocket inching towards your neck
I press down
"I force your face in my pussy and drown."
your crying as I am laughing.
the angst I feel is finally let go as you swallow the last bit.    
then I kiss you
tasting my sweet addicion on your breath
you bite my lips
the only way this could get better is if it ended in death
my hand hit hard against your face
careful not to leave a trace.
I know it makes you wet. I felt it. . .  remember?
your scared scream makes me laugh.
"Shut up you filthy slut!" I scream as you wipe away my advances.
You'll wake up tomorrow asshole bleeding, pussy on fire, and crying.

I'll wake up. . .  masterbate and picture you dying.