Billy Mcguire 

m,F - m,f - m,g - ds,blackmail, nc


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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.