Let Mrs. Park go, and use Claire
From Create Your Own Story
"Get the fuck out of here, you simpering cow." You point to the door and waved Mrs. Park on. She heads out the door and you lock it behind her. You hear her scream in the hall, and what sounds like her collapsing on the floor. Then sobbing. She found her husband. Good.
You turn back to Claire, still sitting defiantly on the bed. Man, she's hot. Fucking scalding hot. She was a natural all-American girl. She was tall, lithe, and blonde, with a beautiful face decorated with a few light freckles across her nose and cheeks. Her smile was charming and warm, and her demeanor was not only friendly, but inviting. You'd always found the girl absolutely stunning, even though she was just barely sixteen. You couldn't help yourself from time to time, and when she'd be out tanning in the backyard, you'd lean over the fence to say hello, often reaching down to give yourself a tug. She had an hour glass figure; big tits and wide hips, and shapely legs that were honed from her time running track at school.
"Take off your fucking clothes," you say. "Quickly."
Claire does as she's commanded, reaching down to pull of her little shirt, giving you a lovely view of her gigantic melons, so tender and young, hanging in her bra. A pink bra with yellow flowers. You wave the gun at her, motioning for her to take it off too. Slowly, she pushes the straps down her arms, while her eyes burns with hatred. Finally, she reaches behind her and unsnaps it, then tosses it off to the floor. Her tits falls and bounce, each capped with a puffy pink nipple that makes you harder than a rock. You just want to suck them until they're raw. "Fuck," you say quietly. "Those look so delicious."
She reaches down slowly and unfastens her shorts, then stands up and lets them fall to the floor. She isn't wearing panties underneath, and you get a lovely view of her thick blonde bush. The hair looks downy soft, so it's completely unkempt. So innocent she doesn't even shave. Or wax. So fresh. You notice tan lines over her hips and motion for her to turn around. When she does, you can see the definite mark of a bathing suit over the big round orbs of her ass, where the flesh is pale and spankable. "Mmmmmm," you groan, like the pervert you are, reaching down to tug on your hard cock through your pants. "Bend over the bed and spread your butt open. I want to see that tight little asshole before I fuck it." She just glares for a moment, before slowly turning and putting her hands down on the bed. Slowly, she reaches back over her hip and pull open her right cheek, slowly exposing her tiny little starfish, pink and lush.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The sound shocks you out of the moment, and you glance around to see where the thunderous sound came from. You see a multitude of holes in the door, wood splintered into the room and smoke drifting from each perforation. You feel a slight warmth in your back and chest, and as you look down, you realize you're full of buckshot.
"YOU ANIMAL!" You hear Mrs. Park scream from the other side of the door. Then you hear two more booms. The first buckles the door inward, and the second flings into the room, catching you square in the chest before flinging your lifeless body to the floor.
You died. Just like you should. Horribly.
