Ask her to pleasure herself for a moment while you watch.
From Create Your Own Story
She bites at her bottom lip and then nods. Her hands wander over her body quickly, down over her heavy breasts, passing across her flat stomach, and settle between her legs. There, she gently rubs at her mound as she watches you enjoying the vision. "You do the same," she says.
It doesn't take you a moment to get your cock out and ready, and as she spreads herself open slowly, you're rock hard. "I want you to fuck me," she says slowly. "I've been wanting you to fuck me since the first time I saw you...a couple of months ago on the stairs as I was going to work."
You smile. "Yeah?" You ask, slowly stroking yourself, eyes now locked with hers.
"You wouldn't remember, I'm sure," she whispers, slipping a single finger one knuckle deep into her wetness and sighing a little. "But your elbow brushed against me and i felt heat rise up in my chest. I knew I had to have you."
"Oh yeah?" You say again, too busy watching to really be hearing the girl.
"I want you to fuck me. Or make love to me. Whatever you want to do. I just want to be with you and feel-"
Suddenly, She's interrupted by a loud banging on the door. The girl jumps to her feet, and as you try to stand, your pants catch you around the ankles and you bounce around the floor trying to get your footing. The banging gets louder as you grasp the pants and start pulling them up. The door begins splintering as you finally get your fingers to the zipper, yanking it up quickly. Then, the hinges of the door explode into the room as the wooden portal falls flat into your room. There, standing in the doorway with a large knife, is the boyfriend you clobbered over the head. He doesn't just look sick. He looks absolutely murderous.
"No!" She screams, bounding off the couch. "Please don't hurt him!" She screams, rushing to her bleeding boyfriend without thinking. Before you can move, he slams the knife hilt deep into her guts. She shrieks in terror and you dash for the man, angry and shocked. You ball up a fist to slam into his jaw, but he's quicker. He's wrenched the knife free of her entrails and swings it around on you, slashing you across the chest.
You topple back, pain burning every nerve in your body. You nearly fall over from the shock alone, and as you put your hands up to defend yourself, the sick bastard is still smiling as he swipes the knife across both your hands. Then again. Then again, until you withdraw you hands in pain and horror. Then, he simply kicks you to the floor, and stands over your aching form.
"Fuck. Kill. Eat." He growls, as he closes in on your defenseless and bleeding form.
It's a bad way to go, having those three things done to you, especially since he saves the kill part for last.
Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to try and get laid right then. Maybe?
The End.
