1. The Freak Inside


    Date: 10/11/2017, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Frank_Lee, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

    Empty brick factories were falling down around her. Glory days abandoned. Hungry souls watched from every broken window. The black thigh highs were balled up in the same hand with her clutch. They were only a couple shades darker than the tone of her bare thighs. The spikes she’d been wearing dangled from the other hand. It was a couple more hours to sunrise, and the cement still held remnants of yesterday’s heat. The sidewalk felt raw on her feet. Organic, somehow. All she had to do was navigate the broken glass and make it to her car. Her muscles were singing with the kind of ache that rides the border between sweet and painful. Her pussy and rim were battered and raw – taken and used beyond her natural resilience - while her panties were clean and dry, almost as crisp as the moment she’d pulled them on hours earlier. They’d come off too soon to become tainted with the sticky evidence of her body and soul’s conspiracy. Of all the risks she’d taken over the past several hours, this was the deepest of all: being out here alone on streets that never made the news. Being recognized would be enough to bring the palace walls down on her head. The car was somewhere in a two or three block radius of the warehouse she’d just walked out of. She didn’t care. It was somewhere. Just like she was. Somewhere. No. Somewhere else. Encroaching gentrification of the nearly abandoned district hadn’t spread this far. From here, it was hard to imagine how the world ever brought itself back to ...
    life every day. But she decided it didn’t. It only brought itself temporarily out of the coma it lived in. After circling a few blocks, she started to panic, afraid she was getting further away from her car. The streets only looked empty. She didn’t trust the shadows, and the prospect of being recognized weighed heavily. She was in the last place she ever needed to get lost. When she spotted her car further down the block she was standing on, her nervous breathing quickly turned into a moment of sheer petrification. There was a large man leaning against the trunk. He was mostly in shadow, but a moment after she stopped in her tracks he moved off the car and stood under the street light where she could see his face. It was Freeman. She hadn’t forgotten about him, but when she left the warehouse, she needed room to breathe more than the safety he’d been hired to provide. She was supposed to let him walk her back to her car instead of sneaking out on her own. And now, probably all he really wanted was to get paid. She continued walking. Approaching him. “Don’t worry. You’ll get your money. I wasn’t running out on you,” she said as she drew close. “It’s not about the cash. You’re not exactly hard to find. You should’ve waited. It was foolish to walk back here on your own.” “Yeah. Foolish.” She looked down at her clutch and opened it, fishing inside for the envelope. “You hire me to keep you safe, but then do everything you can to make it difficult.” She handed him the envelope. ...
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