Sex Kitten
Copyright© 2005 by Fick Suck
Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - In a near future the hunter becomes the hunted. What he now possesses, others are willing to kill and destroy to obtain. He isn't about to let go, that is if he even could.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Fa/ft Teenagers Consensual Mind Control Oral Sex Anal Sex
I decided to head north for the summer. We were hunting for food and drink just outside of Traverse City, Michigan when we spotted a little grocery store. Next door was a bar with a bunch of motorcycles parked out front. No one was outside milling around, which I took as a good sign and decided to head into the grocery.
When we emerged from the store, I was carrying two bags and Kristy was sipping from a glass bottle of orange juice. Her sleeveless T-shirt pulled tight over her breasts and failed to cover the top of her jeans, giving the world a glimpse of her soft, flat tummy. A scruffy, powerfully built man in motorcycle gear standing out front of the grocery let out a wolf whistle and called out: "That is one hot bitch!"
Kristy walked past the man without looking but he grabbed her arm leering aloud, "come'on honey, why don't you ride with a real man?"
Kristy slung her bottle in a wide arc and smashed the guy's nose. He screamed as the blood and orange juice squirted over Kristy and the sidewalk.
"Kristy," I yelled out of fear of the consequences, "don't kill him!"
"Kill me?" the bloody asshole screamed through his hand, "I'm gonna fucking kill her!" A quick glance showed his buddies making their way over from the bar to check out the action or to back up their friend.
I started to step back around the front of the car to pull Kristy away when macho man pulled back his elbow to throw a punch at Kristy's face. She eased out of the path of the flying fist, grabbed the wrist and wrenched the guy's arm behind his back.
It was better than the movies, until the next scene, when Kristy slammed her victim face down onto the hood of an old red Camaro, setting off the car alarm. In the midst of the bleeting alarm, Kristy followed the guy down with her face.
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