“Escaped convict, the black widow, strikes again, so far five dead.”
David looked up at the screen of his television. The picture of a dark, attractive woman was on the screen.
“If you see her, do not approach her. Call the police and report her whereabouts. This woman kills for pleasure, do not be her next victim.”
David laughed, he loved a good horror story and all this scaremongering over the last month had tickled him.
He was an egomaniac and could not help but think to himself, I could change her. Anyway, how do they know it was all her?
The answer was simple, they did. She sort of left a calling card. All the victims were in their forties. And had obvious sexual intercourse with her just before their deaths. They were all left naked with semen still on their cocks. She’d fuck them then kill them, hence the nickname, black widow.
David looked out the window, it was a gloomy, dark day. What you would expect when everything on tv seemed to be fixed on the worst. It was as if people were preparing for the apocalypse.
David smiled to himself, “Just my sort of weather,” he thought.
With warnings of a killer on the loose, David put on his coat and headed outside. He made his way to the local pub and sat in his usual spot by the bar. He made small talk with the barmaid, who always liked his light flirtations. After a few minutes flirting, he had enough of chatting her up. He looked around for someone new to chat to and saw her in the corner of the room.
He saw a gorgeous woman with dark makeup. She wore a black dress and looked the epitome of gothic. It seemed to turn him on looking at her. Ignoring all the warning signals going off in his head, he walked over to her and started to chat her up.
She told him her name was Franci, and she was just travelling through. She said she was looking for somewhere to stay the night, and as a cocky person he told her that if she played her cards right she could stay with him. She seemed to instantly warm to him even more, and soon they were flirting like lovers.
“C’mon David, take me home and fuck my brains out. Just warning you, I’m an extremely kinky woman.”
He laughed and made his way out of the pub, too focused on her to see the worried look on the barmaid’s face.
They arrived back at his place, kissing and making out like old lovers. Their hands roamed each other, and she seemed to have a thing for his hair. Her hands caressed and pulled his hair, he was enjoying it. Her fingers scratched at his scalp, making him wince in pain as they kissed.
She was taking charge, it was obviously all about her, he didn’t mind. She ripped off his clothes, scratching at his body as she did. She was definitely a dominant woman, and it turned him on.
She grabbed at his balls, squeezing them lightly. He knew he was in for a wild night, and he couldn’t wait. He led her up the stair to his bedroom and watched as she did a sexy strip for him. Her body was perfect in every way. Her natural breasts looked amazing, and he couldn’t wait to suck on them.
She lay back on the bed and spread her legs. She made a motion to him, which he understood. He got into position between her legs and started to eat her out. His tongue lapped at her sweet cunt as she held his head to her crotch. She was holding his head tightly to her crotch, slightly suffocating him.
She let him go, letting him pull away and take in some much-needed air.
“Okay, no more foreplay. Stick that cock in me. Fuck me now.”
He was starting to get second thoughts about picking her up, but he just shook his head and did as he was told. He pushed his hard cock inside her, and all doubts washed away. Her pussy was tighter than he expected, and she seemed to squeeze her crotch muscles, making it even tighter.
He grunted as he fucked her as hard as he could, she seemed to enjoy it too. As she groaned, she wrapped her arms around him, scratching him as he fucked her. Her nails dug deep into his back, leaving lasting marks on him. He didn’t like it, but he didn’t want to stop fucking her, so he just gritted his teeth and took the pain.