Q-Need To Kill

I once more have this need to kill. Compulsion at it's best. I don't
know why I always let some bastard get to me I don't like cutting them
to pieces like that but it seems they invite it they ask for it when
they fuck around with me. No matter what warnings I throw out there to
them they seem to miss the point. They always believe they are the one,
the one that will be able to make me settle. Shit they just think they
will be able to "make me" and they are wrong, dead wrong. Just like
this poor bastard in the backseat. Fucked me like I would think there
was no other before him when in reality he simply fucked himself. To
death even.

Some guys can't do the slapping around thing they have this hang up
about a lady not being abused. No matter how I tell them I am no lady I
always have to end up showing them and they always end up changing
their belief about never hitting a lady or worse. When I start making
demands sometimes they don't know how to take me they don't know if I
am serious or just testing them for reaction when the truth of the
matter is it is a bit of both. After all a "man" will do what pleases
you right?

He had slapped me around pretty good and I was still sucking the blood
from my lip. I could feel my left eye swelling and knew it would be
swelled shut shortly. It was the was I usually liked it I mean I don't
like my face smacked around to much but seems like the real 'gentlemen"
always go for the face it is some sort of power trip I believe. The
ones that "never" hit a woman will bash her face in every time. The
guys accustomed to beating on a woman know how and where to hit here
and leave no visible marks. My guess would be that this guy never hit a
woman before. Even when I really left him no choice he still held
back.

You would think I would learn how to just pick him out kill him and be
done with it but I can't do it that way I need a little inspiration
once he hits me I get all freaked out and then crazed as a result no
problem the bastard ends up dead every time. The hankering to kill a
guy is like getting horny just seems to happen and it is an urge that
does not go away and cannot be ignored. It started last night I woke up
rubbing my pussy and knew it was feeling good my eyes closed and I was
kissed by that shudder knowing I was going to do it again and it
excited me. My orgasm was great. I went back to sleep.

I saw him leaving the convenience store he walked across the parking
lot and did not even seem to notice me standing there. Those are the
kind I like. So full of themselves they don't notice a plain Jane bitch
like myself. The ones that don't usually even give you a second glance.
Those are the ones I want. Those are the ones I get. He stood about 5'9
or so had black hair and wore a close cut goatee and moustache he had
collar length hair and wore it all spiked. I saw him and just wanted to
mess up his hair.

He turned and looked at me when I yelled over to him. I asked him if he
had jumper cables and he said he didn't. He gave me a real funny look
when I asked if he could give me a ride and then offered to give him
one if he wanted. At least his face broke out in a big smile. When he
asked me where I was headed I knew it was all over for him. I slid in
the drivers side moving over enough to let him in is about it. He
closed the door and started the engine and pulled out of the lot. Since
I had not even told him where I wanted to go I asked him where we were
headed. He just smiled. He had a beautiful smile and really warm eyes
beautiful dark eyes. He headed north and I slid in a bit closer putting
my hand between his legs.

He got to squirming around a little bit I find that most arousing. His
dick was hard in a matter of minutes. Guess I had his attention now. I
took my hand off of his crotch long enough to slip my shorts off. I
dipped a finger inside and then touched it to his lips and he licked
it. He said it was "nice." I turned and put my back against the
passenger side door putting one leg on the dash and the other on the
top of the seat. I asked him if he wanted to watch me cum. I guess he
did because he had a hard time watching the road after that. We were a
short distance outside town now and he pulled over on a desolate
section of road the moon was bright so he had no trouble seeing. I
moved my fingers around my pussy, as only I knew how to do. Fucking
myself was pleasurable but now and then I needed the one thing a man
could offer. I always seem to get a little loud when I do this and I
like it when my victim watches me. I can just imagine how hard his dick
is and how bad he wants to bury it inside of me. Sometimes I let them
too. It was great. I was breathless and I could feel my heart pounding
in my head. I asked him if he wanted to fuck me now I took my foot off
the back of the seat and rubbed it against his crotch and yes his dick
was hard. He undid the button and the zipper after I only told him to
take it out just once. I told him to touch it. Most men hesitate and
are funny about touching themselves. I told him again to touch it for
me. He grabbed a hold of it and I could see him squeezing it but he
would not jack off for me.

I told him I wanted to see him jack off and then he could fuck me. It
took a while but he started moving his hand he began stroking his dick
pretty intensely. I loved to watch their faces. He stopped telling me
he didn't want to cum he wanted to fuck me. I told him to get in the
backseat. He stepped out of the car and took his jeans off and his
shirt. He climbed in the backseat through the back drivers side door.
When he was in I just sort of climbed over the seat and right down on
him. I told him to slap me and he sort of laughed at me. I dug my
fingernails deeply into his side he yelled out I told him again to slap
me. He just stared at me not sure what to do. I leaned over and started
kissing him when he responded with his tongue I bit down hard he pushed
me off slamming me into the door. "That's it baby." I reached over and
grabbed his balls and squeezed and dug my nails in then he reached over
and slapped me. I squeezed harder. "You bitch" I still did not let go.
He grabbed my hair and slammed my head against the window. When I
looked and pointed out to him that his dick was so hard now he was
going to bust he looked too. He seemed a bit shocked that his dick was
still hard.

He grabbed my head and forced it down and I found myself sucking his
dick hard and furious my saliva and blood mix excited me. While I
sucked him I got his belt out of the loops of his jeans and folded it
in half when he was about to cum I struck him across the chest and neck
with the belt he yelled out and tried to take the belt from me. I swung
it again striking him in the head with the large buckle. I must have
knocked him out.

There was a small trickle of blood on the side of his beautiful face
and his eyes were closed and he did not move. He was still breathing,
at least for now anyway. I looped the belt around his neck and pulled
it tight. I continued stroking his dick even though it was soft. I
liked the feel of a soft dick in my hand it was like watching a baby
grow. After a few minutes I heard him gasp for air. I pulled tighter on
the belt I looked in his now open eyes he looked scared I got turned
on. Despite his pain and fear I felt him grow hard in my hand again. I
kept asking him if he liked it but he would not answer me. Every time
he would move I would pull tighter on the belt. His face was getting
darker and I could see the swelling in his lips and cheeks he even had
a tear in his eyes I really like that extra touch.

He was still staying hard but I don't think it was because he was
having fun. I started concentrating on myself then holding the belt
firmly in one hand I began touching myself with the other helping out
some by rubbing against his stomach. The closer I came to coming the
harder I pulled on the belt. I watched his face turn black and some
blood come from his mouth his rolled up in his head and I heard his
breath escape his lungs I came then and came hard. It was beautiful. He
was looking at me but I knew he was dead with his eyes open that must
suck I thought. I wrapped the end of the belt around the door handle I
lifted one of his hands straightened a finger or two and slide them
inside of me while I bent over and kissed and bit down hard on his dick
it was actually half hard. That was so cool. I know I ripped the skin I
felt it in my mouth. I came again.

I climbed back over the seat and sat behind the wheel. I reached over
and took a cigarette from the pack he had on the dash lit it and
inhaled deeply feeling very relieved. I loved sex like this. for a
fleeting moment I hoped he did to and I usually did not care. I got
dressed threw his clothes out the window and headed back to town. I got
back at the store turned around looked at him and smiled. "It was great
baby" I got back in my car and headed home. I knew I would be okay for
a month or so now, this P.M.S. shit was pretty tough.

The End