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Run! Dammit! Run!

Date: 4/15/2017, Categories: Fantastic, Erotica, Humiliation, Mature, Oral Sex, Author: asscheeks, Rating: 87.9, Source: sexstories.com

Moaning and rubbing his eyes, Ryan woke to the noise of a crowing rooster. A glance toward the bedroom window showed just enough light to let him know it was almost dawn. The rooster crowed again. “Damn noisy cock,” he moaned under his breath. A loud sigh grabbed his attention and he turned toward the woman lying in bed with him. Clenching her hands she gritted her teeth and moaned, “I should fry that damn rooster for supper.” Ryan’s head ached, his stomach was queasy and he felt dizzy from the previous night’s drinking and debauchery. Pulling the sheet back over himself, he pushed his face into the pillow hoping to get some more sleep. Just then Ryan thought he heard a loud thud coming from somewhere in the house. “Sweetie, would you do me favor?” “Huh, uh, yeah,” Ryan groaned as he answered. “Look out the window and see if there is a big rig parked in front on the street.” Ryan did not feel like getting up but it was her house, so he pulled himself out of bed and trudged over to the window. “Yeah, there’s an eighteen wheeler with a blue cab parked next to my car.” Just then, Ryan was sure he heard a loud bang somewhere inside the house. “FUCK!” she exclaimed. “Get your clothes on and get out the window, NOW!” Ryan turned toward her, his eyes wide with excitement. “What the fuck?” “It’s my goddamned husband!” “Your fucking husband! I didn’t know you were married.” “Separated last week,” she spewed quickly, “but still, he’s one mean jealous bastard.” Racing back across the ... room, Ryan snatched his jeans from the floor, sliding into them as he grabbed his shirt off the lower bed post and pulled it on. A loud crash came from the hallway and someone bellowed out in a real deep voice. “Stella! Whose goddamn car is parked out front?” “Get out, Ryan!” Stella’s voice cracked with panic. Ryan stuffed his feet into his loafers without even looking for his socks and reached for the window seal. The bedroom door burst open and a huge man in a red plaid shirt barged in. “What the fuck is this?” his angry voice cried loudly. In desperation, Ryan shoved the window screen out and leaped through the window. “Fucking shit!” He landed in a row of holly bushes; the prickly leaves sticking into his skin. Ryan rolled onto the yard and pushed himself up onto his feet. Just as he started to run, his feet on the dewy wet grass, slipped out from under him. “I’m gonna get you, you lousy son-of-a-bitch!” The huge burly man poked his head through the window. “You don’t fuck my wife and get away with it.” Back on his feet, Ryan began running. He heard the distinct ‘cha-ching’ metal sound of a pump shotgun being cocked. In his adrenaline spurred panic, his feet began moving faster than they ever had. As he sprinted towards his car, Ryan felt his pocket to make sure his car keys were there. For only a split second finding his keys provided relief. He then slipped on the wet grass again and busted his butt on the ground in front of a large oak tree. A shotgun blast rang out, ...