The TV flickered in my dim apartment as the anchor's voice cut through the static: a maniac loose in the city, snatching men, torturing their cocks with unspeakable acts before the final slice. 'Could be a woman,' she added with a smirk. At 23, I laughed it off, but unease prickled my skin. I headed to the bar anyway, needing a drink.
She slid onto the stool beside me like she owned the night—tall, sharp-eyed, with a smirk that could slice steel. 'Heard the news, handsome? Some femme fatale out there turning boys into eunuchs. Think she's picky about her victims?'
I chuckled, meeting her gaze. 'Maybe she's just tired of mediocre cocks and wants one that fights back. You sound like you'd know.'
Her laugh was low and dangerous. 'Oh, darling, mediocre is the last word I'd use for what I'm hunting. Tell me, are you scared? Or horny enough to risk it?'
We bantered for an hour—witty jabs about her possible 'hobbies,' my 'brave little soldier' down below. She leaned in, breath hot: 'Prove you're not the type she preys on. My place. Now.'
The door barely closed before she pinned me against it, strong hands roaming. 'Strip,' she commanded, voice velvet over steel. I was already hard, cock throbbing as she dropped to her knees, eyes blazing with power. 'Look at this hard cock—dripping already. Scared of the maniac?'
'Not if she gives blowjobs like this,' I panted. Her mouth enveloped me, tongue swirling, wet and relentless. She worked me expertly, ass swaying as she took control, pussy visibly wet and dripping through her skirt. Sweat beaded on her skin; we were both panting, horny as hell.
She stood, pushing me down, straddling my face first. 'Taste how wet I am,' she growled, grinding her pussy on my tongue before flipping to ride my cock reverse, ass bouncing. 'Fuck, you're thick—don't you dare come yet.' We switched, her riding hard, cum building as she milked me. I came with a roar, her following, bodies slick and sweating in explosive rhythm. But as she smiled down, knife glinting playfully from her drawer, the news flashed in my mind—was this the maniac's game?
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