Billy Mcguire m,F - m,f - m,g - ds,blackmail, nc ** Disclaimer ** Standard Disclaimer: This story contains sexually graphic and explicit material and as such it is not suitable for minors. If you are a minor, please leave now as it is illegal for you to be here. If it is illegal for you to read or view sexually explicit material in the community you view such material, please leave now. This story and characters are purely fictional and any resemblance to events or persons (living or dead) is purely coincidental. If you are offended by sexually explicit stories, please read no further. If you are offended by stories featuring group sex, bisexual situations, incest, sex between minors and adults, or any other situation, please check the story code before reading the text. These stories are just that, stories, and do not promote or condone the activities described herein, especially when it comes to unsafe sexual practices or sex between adults and minors. ** Disclaimer ** The one thing Billy Mcguire never tired of was sex. His dad had given him motor boats, more cars than he could keep track of, game systems, no end of computers, lots of stuff but they stopped amusing him after a week or so. But sex, the only time he didn't want sex was just after he'd had sex and that lasted for maybe an hour, and the nice thing about sex is that while he could ask for a car and he'd get it - he couldn't ask for a woman. But he could take them and get away with it. His father was was the uncontested ruler of this town, everyone in it was his employee in some way or another. The police were his employees or had relatives who's livelihood depended on it. No one would speak against him. So he took them. Most often he took maids who, by this time thought of it as part of their job description. They would lie down and take it, or occasionally moan when he was getting close. They weren't as much fun. Then he would take their daughters who he threatened maids to bring - nine - ten - eleven - twelve - thirteen, he enjoyed the little squirming bodies beneath him, the tightness of them, their innocent kisses and caresses - but even that tired him after a while. Then he would go down into the town and knock on doors and ask if there were pretty women inside, then he would go inside and take wives in front of their husbands and mothers in front of their sons. He loved the barely controlled anger, the helpless anger. One had hit him once - he had died a day later in a factory accident that took two more with it. No one had hit him since. They simply stood and watched as their women tried to resist and he spread their legs and held them down and took them. Then he would go into the market and right their he would choose women in the middle of something - taking orders, making coffee, delivering mail - and he would take them on the street - ripping off their clothes and pawing them as they screamed and struggled, entering them, watching as children stared and parents tried not to look. He never tired of those looks. **** Fifteen year old Billy Mcguire was bored. He had taken the maids today, he had taken their daughters, he had taken a wife before her husband - he was prowling now, looking for a woman to satisfy his need. He saw one, she surprised him for he had never seen before and she was beautiful. She had long red hair and a yellow dress and curves - his eyes kept looking at those curves. Her dress was torn and patched, but her bearing was not one of a beggar. He came towards her. "I'm gonna take you right here right now." He drawled. "How about that alley?" - she said, seemingly unafraid and unsurprised. "I want you here" - he said - "In public." "There are children." She said. Her voice was colder. "Exactly." He said with his smirk, now she was getting upset, and he reached to grab her, but she slipped easily out of his range. He grunted and swiped again, she dropped into a sexy crouch and sidled aside. He went after her. Finally he caught her by her dress and pushed her against the alley wall. He didn't care they were out of sight, the bitch hadn't let him have her and he would punish her for that. He hit her, a blow that she took easily as if it were all part of a game. He hit her again, and pulled up her short skirt. She wore nothing underneath and spread her legs for him. She was shaved and smooth. He gaped, and pawed. Gently her hand guided him, "here." She said - showing him her clit. "Here" she said - taking his lips. He had never had anyone return a kiss before. Grunting he unzipped and tried to enter her, but he couldn't. She was wet but he couldn't slide in. She smiled. "Be patient." She took him and kissed him and in a moment he found himself lost in the kisses. He held her tightly as if in a rocking storm and her lips thundered against his, each touch lightning crackling across. Then she guided him, slowly, her hands cupped over his as his fingers circled and she arched against them. He was dazed and he felt something strange building in him and it confused him. Then he was in her and his hips bucked instinctively and she wound her hips around his and guided him in circles until their genitals were the eye of a hurricane and their breath was buffeting one another and he spent inside her and she welcomed it like a gift. **** Billy Mcguire awoke alone in an alleyway. His designer jeans were soaked in mud and his cock was still out. He groaned and got up, went back to the mansion, and took a bath. Then he called for a maid and had her lie down on the bed and took her. It was empty. He went for her daughter - little body squirming beneath him - and he couldn't. He went down to the village and knocked on a door and reached for a wife and watched the husband's anger and saw the fear in her eyes and the eyes of her children and he stopped and simply walked out. He went for a woman who was cleaning the street, but when she shrunk back from his touch and the adults averted their eyes he couldn't bare it and he ran and ran and ran, until he hit the woodlands and then he curled up under a tree there and cried for the first time he could remember. He cried, slept, cried and slept again. He was finally woken up by a search party who took him home and he slept again. In the morning a maid was waiting to take care of his morning wood and he waved her away. She hesitated. "But I want to." She said. He blinked at her. "Come here." She came and raised her skirts and he brought his hand to her and moved his fingers as the woman had guided him and the maid moaned and said "Lower" and "softer" and he did, and then he pulled her down and kissed her, and paused and waited and she kissed him back and he kissed her and there wasn't any lightning but neither was it empty. and when the maid took him in her mouth as she had so many times before it felt good and right in a way he hadn't known before. Then - when she was done she said she had found something tucked in his muddy designer jeans as she washed them the night before - a note with one word on it. She showed him and he knew that the woman must have written it for it wasn't his. It said - Love.