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Anything
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It was getting dark early though it wasn't cold. Marcy hugged her coat
to herself anyway, she didn't like walking around this late at night
even if her car was just around the corner. She thought of the gun Ben
had given her. He'd even paid for her to have lessons with the thing
but figured she would never use it. She felt it in her pocket all the
same, "It does offer some assurance," she said to herself.
    As she turned the corner she saw a dark figure in her car. She
crouched down behind some bushes, her hand going to her gun. What was
she going to do? She had no idea, but she wasn't going to let him get
away with this. She looked around, there was no one else about and he
hadn't seen her. She took the gun out of her pocket and strode towards
the car. He was reaching in through the passenger side over the seat.
As she came up behind him all she could see was a tight butt in some
blue jeans.
    "Get out of the car," she said, was that loud enough?
    "Shit."
    "Out now, slowly."
    "Look, look. don't shoot, i was just looking for some money, i need
some food. I'll do anything just don't shoot."
    She felt a small quiver run through her body, standing there, legs
apart as she had been taught, gun pointed at this guys head. He was
surprisingly attractive. Suddenly she realised she couldn't remember
the last time she'd been with a guy, Ben had been a long time ago and
their had been few inbetween.
    Anything?
    "Anything, look, just don't shoot me, please.." Had she spoken out
loud? The sense of power was so invigorating, she couldn't concentrate.
He was kneeling before her now. His head was down and he had put his
hands behind his short dark hair. Anything?
    Her legs were starting to shake and her face felt hot. She felt as
though she might fall but he didn't see, looking at the floor as he was
like a good little boy. She stepped round him, heading for the passenger
seat of her car, she had to sit down. She kept her gun on him, "Don't
move."
    She sat behind him looking at him down the end of her barrel. She
moved the gun slowly down the back of his head, down his broad back...
She lifted up her skirt, what am i doing? But she was smiling. She
settled back down.
    "Turn around..." He scuffled around on his knees. His head looking
own at the floor still. She smiled again. "I want you to take these
off." He seemed confused and looked up slowly, his eyes widened as he
seemed to grasp what was expected of him. She motioned with the gun,
irritated at his hesitation. He started to move forward slowly watching
the gun intently. She grew angry, irrationally so and lurched forward
pressing the gun into the side of his head. He shut his eyes against
the cold metal. He seemed to almost squeel. "I said move." She took her
underwear off, hearing it tear. That noise seemed to appease her a bit.
She sat back, leaning into the car. Her left hand coming down between
her legs. She was already moist and opened easily, she started to
circle her finger.
    "I want you to lick here." He opened his eyes now and looked from
her gun to her left hand, letting out a long breath. She smiled as she
noticed a slight bulge in his trousers. The smile faded as she motioned
with her gun. He moved more quickly this time.
    She gasped as she felt his breath against her. Then she felt his
tongue against her, tentatively pressing. He hesitated again and she
moved the gun to the side of his head, gently moving it up and down
against his temple. He seemed to understand then and started to move
his tongue, slowly. She moaned gently half closing her eyes. Still
very concious of the gun in her hand. Her hips started to move against
his face as if they had a mind of their own. She grabbed the body of
the car, lifting her left leg onto the door frame so she could move
more easily. She had lifted herself just off the seat now and her thighs
were starting to shake. She felt his hands reach round underneath her,
his hands slightly cold on her buttocks.
    Now he was moving faster, she threw her head as air seemed to be
pumped out of her lungs. She was shoving herself into his face, looking
down at his head through blurry eyes. She cried out as a ripple seemed
to travel through her tummy, then a shiver up her spine, she threw her
head back, almost panting as she moved faster still. Everything seemed
to happen at once. She felt a tremble, as if her muscles were going to
give way but still she moved. The gun fell against he leg, its cold
metal sending a shiver up her spine, she seemed convulse, her muscles
contracting involuntarily. Waves seemed to pour through her body, each
new one working further through her body as arms and legs seemed to
shake uncontrollably. She fell back into the seat shuddering, her
stomach seeming to shiver, as she lay there. Their was a long moments
silence, the gun still in her hand, pointing at where the would be
robber had been.

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