He continues on past you without the slightest glance. You think he would not be bad, if he would just clean up. Get rid of that old leather jacket, those worn snakeskin boots, throw that old ball cap in the trash. Maybe cut that hair that he keeps tied back in a ponytail. Definitely! He needs to shave that week's worth of beard off as well, you think. But, you forget these thoughts as quickly as they come to you.
You continue on your way back to the office. Never giving this stranger another moment's thought. But, this is not the last time you will see him. Fate demands another meeting between you, and Fate always has its way.
Returning to work and the computer that has become part of your very being, time passes quickly for you, as you have much to do today. It is after 10 p.m. and its time to go. Tired and your eyes are giving you fits, you walk out the front door of the business you work at. This is the part of your job that you hate the most, the late night walks to your car. Looking around carefully and thoroughly, you start the four-block walk.
You think of the woman that was taken and gang raped by a group of young gang-bangers. The rape was said to have been very violent and the woman suffered severely. She was stabbed repeatedly and her face was disfigured. This terrible act occurred right down the street. "She must have been asleep at the wheel, you have to pay attention around here," you reason to yourself. "They won't get me like that," you think, trying to reassure yourself. Taking a can of mace out of your purse, you continue on to your car.
It is one of those hot, humid, summer nights. You feel yourself starting to sweat as you walk. Finally, you see your car. "Thank God!" you whisper. Walking, now at a much quicker pace, you put the can of mace into your purse and fumble for your keys.
Suddenly, from behind you, a very strong hand reaches out and grabs your arm. Being spun around and pushed down, you see the faces of these predators, young, mean and most definitely serious. There seems to be at least five of them.
"What do you want?" you scream as you try to regain your feet. Out of nowhere you are punched squarely in the mouth. HARD. The salty taste of blood in your mouth overwhelms you and you scream, "HELP ME! They are going to kill me! HELP ME!"
"Shut up, bitch!" one of the young things hisses at you. He seems to be the leader, the "Shot Caller". "We gonna fuck your bitch ass and just maybe we let you live," he growls at you. The others are starting to crowd around you and they lift you up. You feel dazed as they carry you into a nearby alley.
"My purse, where is it?" you think, "I have to do something, God!" They throw you down on what appears to be an old mattress; the smell of stale urine is strong. You are feeling sick and very, very afraid.
Against the side of your head, you feel something being pressed there…something cold and hard. The "Shot Caller" is on top of you. It is difficult for you to breathe. "Bitch, we got somethin' for your fine fuckin ass. You make more problems, I will blow your brains straight to fuck out," he spits at you. Anger and hate, beyond your comprehension, are apparent in his young face.
Feeling the futility of the moment, you try to bargain with these animals, "I will do anything you want. Just please don't hurt me," you offer. To this they only laugh, this is truly funny to these mean motherfuckers.
"Bitch, we gonna not only fuck you, we gonna mark your fuckin ass," laughs the "Shot Caller". And, with this, he tears your white blouse open, buttons flying everywhere. Your heavy, tan, breasts clad in a hot pink bra lay exposed. "Ummm, this one is gonna be real good, better than that last fuckin' slut," he says, as he hands the gun to one of his crewmembers.
You see the flash of the knife as he pulls it out of his back pocket. Feeling the point of the knife between your breasts, he lips your bra, setting your heavy breasts loose. You start to struggle as panic and the desperation of the moment sets in. You feel hands clamp down on you, holding you down tightly. They pull your legs apart and your black skirt is pushed up over your waist. Again, you try to struggle, but this only causes several slaps and punches to your head.
Everything is coming in a dreamy and foggy reality for you now. Hands grabbing at your breasts roughly, your nipples hardening against your will. More hands between your spread legs pulling at your lacy pink panties. You feel your pussy being grabbed at roughly. And, in spite of your fear and dread, you feel your pussy start to moisten. You feel great shame because of this very base reaction.
"God! NO! NO! NO! Please, HELP ME, somebody!" you scream with desperation. A hand clamps over your mouth, silencing any further pleas from you.
Quickly as they started, they stop and pull away from you. Something is happening. But, you cannot see what it is. You scurry to right yourself, and sit up, wondering what's happening. You try to focus, dazed and confused.
"It's that mean motherfucker!" the "Shot Caller" hisses in recognition. "Let's kill this motherfucker, cook his goddamn ass!" he barks. Now you can see what they are talking about.
At the end of the alley, you see him. You recognize him as the Stranger, the dirty guy from earlier in the day. His leather jacket is pushed back now, revealing the butt of a .45 semi-automatic, in a shoulder strap.
Without even a warning - not even a single word - the Stranger moves. His hand with a surprisingly swift, fluid motion draws the gun.
The blast from his pistol frightens you as he squeezes off his first shot. You see the gang-banger with the gun go down first. The Stranger's pistol flashes in the light, as you hear the retort of three more shots, in rapid succession. His aim is deadly accurate, as he catches them all dead center of their bodies-kill zones. There is the smell of gunpowder in the air. Also, you can hear the moans of the dying.
The last gang-banger, the "Shot Caller", grabs you up and uses you as a shield. He is holding his knife to your throat, tightly. You can feel the blade digging into your throat. "I'll kill this fuckin' bitch! Back off! Now!" he yells, in a desperate voice.
Slowly, you see the Stranger, gun still in hand, walk towards you. He is smiling and you can see his teeth are clinched. You see his blue eyes flash and you now know what death looks like.
"No brother, I don't think so," the Stranger hisses, as he moves forward. To your amazement, his gun flashes up and booms again. Something splashes in your face; your ears are ringing from the force of the shot. You lose your already precarious hold on consciousness. You, and the Shot Caller, going down in a heap, are the last sensations you can grasp. Then blessed darkness surrounds your stunned mind.
You are dreaming now, a peaceful dream. Warm and safe are the sensations you feel now. Feeling something wet against your face, you start to return to reality. Again, you feel the wetness on your face, warm and soothing. You open your eyes and try to focus on something. There is a bright light coming from somewhere above. Suddenly, you remember the alley. You start to struggle, the feeling of dread returning fast and quick.
"It's alright, just relax. You are safe now," the Stranger says, in a soft and reassuring voice. You can see him now; he is patting your face with a warm washcloth. There is blood on the washcloth. He reaches over to a bowl on the table and rinses the bloody washcloth out.
"Where am I?" you ask, looking around. You can see you are covered in a blanket, and your clothes are gone. Before he can answer your question, you demand, "Who are you? What am I doing here?" At this he just smiles, and you can see his blue eyes flashing in the light. Now, you remember completely, it all comes flooding back to you.
"You!" you gasp, as you pull away. Clutching the blanket up to your neck tightly, you exclaim, "You killed those men!"
"Yeah, I did. Lucky for you I came along when I did. Figure they would be picking their teeth with your bones about now," he replies to your accusation. He stands to get himself a shot of Southern Comfort, the need for one, kind of overpowering about now. "You want a shot?" he offers, as he is pouring himself one. "Make you feel a little bit better, promise," he adds, as he looks at you.
"Yes, yes, please. I don't feel well," you whisper. "You saved me. Why?" you ask raising up for the drink he is handing you.
His shirt and coat are gone; you can see the muscles in his tan arms and chest. They bulge and flex with his every move.
He looks at you and smiles, "I have my reasons, just glad I could be there to help you out." Wanting to say more, but knowing you can never understand, he sits down beside you on the couch and says nothing.
Downing your drink, you rise up to him burying your face in the hair of his chest, you start to cry. "I was so scared, I thought I was going to die!" You weep, your tears falling heavily onto his chest.
He puts his arms around you, running one hand through your soft black hair. Gently stroking the back of your head, he whispers to you "It's alright, everything is going to be alright, baby."
Slowly, your crying subsides and you look up at him, rubbing the tears from your beautiful brown eyes.
"Hey, you were pretty good with that gun. Thank you for saving me," you say to him as you flash a shy, beautiful smile.
"My pleasure, girl. Just never could refuse a lady in distress," he smiles, putting a rough hand to your face. Softly, he caresses your soft face; you close your eyes. You feel yourself rising up to him; you kiss long and deeply. He can taste the saltiness of your tears, as he kisses your face and mouth.
You gasp, as you hug him close to you, "I need you, please." The blanket falls down, allowing him to gaze upon your beautiful and lush womanhood.
He gently kisses you again; you can feel his hands at your ample breasts. You lie back as he starts to squeeze and knead your heavy mounds. He leans down, pressing his knee hard against your hot pussy. He kisses you again. Pushing his tongue into your wet mouth, you taste each other, sucking at each other's tongues and mouths, for more of these flavors.
Gently, he moves down, licking and kissing at your chin and neck. Finally, his mouth rests on one of your hard nipples, sucking and gently biting at these treasures.
You cradle his head, as he feeds at your breasts. "Yes, yes! These are yours, suck them. Suck them hard!" you gasp, feeling the effects of his suckling at your breasts.
Lost in his hunger for you, he feels you pushing his head downward, to other endeavors.
Slowly, he progresses down your stomach, until he is between your spread legs. He can see your juices are already flowing. He puts his hands on your thighs and pushes your legs back until your wet pussy is in his face.
"Food of the Gods!" he exclaims as he dives into your hot pussy. His tongue licks at your clit, flicking its rigidness back and forth. Sucking your clit into his mouth, he hears you gasp, "Eat me! Suck my pussy good, please."
Your legs spread even wider as he sucks up and down your hot slit. He stops to suck at your hot cunt, lapping and drinking your sweet flow in loud gulps. "Ummm!" you hear him groaning, as he sucks and eats at your wet pussy. He moves down your now wet slit to your asshole. He spreads your cheeks apart and licks your ass hard with his tongue. He presses his tongue to your tight rosebud and pushes it into you. He starts to tongue fuck your sweet ass with his tongue, in and out and you feel his tongue travel. He presses his mouth hard against your ass and sucks hard, as his tongue continues to fuck into your ass.
"Uhhh," he hears you grunting, as he fucks into your wet ass with his tongue. Slowly, he pulls back and sticks his finger into your hot ass, and he returns to sucking at your flowing pussy. He fucks your ass in slow, even strokes with his finger and licks your sweet clit slowly with long flat laps of his tongue.
"Yes! YES! Fuck! Fuck!" you are panting as the Stranger brings you to a climax. He can feel the spasms of your asshole and pussy as he fucks you with his tongue and finger. He knows you are ready to be fucked with his cock.
He stands and pulls his jeans and briefs off, exposing his veined, pulsating dick for you to see. Kneeling between your legs, he rubs the thick cock-head up and down your wet slit.
"Fuck me with all your dick! Stick it into my pussy! You pant to him, in a lusty tone.
With this, he presses his cock against your tight pussy hole and then pushes his thickness into your wet cunt. You feel your cunt fill with his veined muscle, spreading your pussy lips apart tightly. It feels as if he is pushing a mile of pipe into you as he slowly eases his dick into you to the very root. His balls are lying heavy against your wet ass and they feel hot upon your skin.
"God, Baby, your pussy is real tight, it feels so good on my dick," he grunts, as he slowly starts to pump his thick muscle in and out of your hot pussy. Pulling and pushing his cock into your cunt, you can feel his balls slapping at your soft ass. He pushes your legs back as far as he can, and he starts pounding into your now gushing pussy, harder and harder.
"Uhh! Yes, fuck me lover!" you rasp, as you feel the first wave of intensity from a crushing orgasm coming on. You grab his ass, tight and flexing, as he pounds your wet hole. Squeezing and pulling at his ass, you ride the waves of lust, as your body spasms to your climax. He can feel your cunt, sucking and griping, at his cock, and he also feels the need to release his passion into you.
"Baby, I've got to go! Can't hold it off!" he grunts, as you feel the first gush of cum spill into you, and this makes you fuck up to him harder. You want him to fill your wet starving pussy with his cum and he complies with your wishes, squirting thick blasts into you. Wave after wave of hot thick cum spews from his hard throbbing cock and this sends you over the edge once again as well, making you cum in a head banging explosion of passion. The mixed juices of your pleasure begin flowing down the crack of your ass on the couch.
Slowly, the Stranger eases his fucking of you and leans down to kiss you, drinking all of your sweetness as he can get as he pulls out and lies down next to you.
Smiling, you rise up, not ready to stop. You scoot between his legs and you throw your long black hair over your shoulders and go to work. Taking hold of his cock, you lean down and suck his shaft into your needful mouth. You can taste your own pussy juices as you suck at his hardening cock. "Uuuuummm ," you groan as you stroke his dick with your wet and hot mouth. You can feel the veins as you start to mouth fuck him, with slow deep strokes. His cock is rock hard and throbbing for you quickly. Your mouth is full of his cock as you suck and lick at his veined shaft. He puts his hand in your hair and pulls you off his dick. He wants to put it somewhere else.
He turns you around on your hands and knees. He aligns himself behind you. First, he sticks his hard and pulsing cock into your hot pussy, fucking at your pussy with long, deep strokes. After fucking you for a few minutes, he pulls the thick head of his cock out and puts it against your tight asshole, grabbing your hips with both hands. He aims his dick at your needing ass.
You lower your head, so that your ass is sticking up higher. You reach behind and spread your ass cheeks apart tightly. You can feel that your as is wet from all the fucking and sucking.
"Uhhhh! Fuck my ass, lover! Fuck it good!" you grunt, as you feel his cock pushing into your tightness.
"Ahh! Baby, you got good ass," he gasps, as he slowly drags his dick in and out of your tight opening. You are panting now, as his fucking of you intensifies. The hard pounding produces a loud, wet smacking sound.
The Stranger can hear your primal grunts "Uh, uh, uh…" as he fucks into your tight gaping ass. Each stroke of his dick is coming ever so much harder and faster. He feels your hand reach down and grab at his bouncing wet balls. You can feel the heaviness of these and this just increases your need even more.
He is looking down and watching his thickness being pushed and pulled, in and out, of your ass. The sheer sight of your beautiful asshole gripping wetly around his veined shaft is too much for him. Grasping his balls you can feel them draw up tightly. You know what is coming and this knowledge sets off another round of spasms and hot waves in your body.
"Yes! YES," you are gasping now, caught up in the lust of the moment.
"Baby! Ohh, I got something for you, baby," he says as he pounds your sweet, tight, ass. He grabs your hips even tighter as he feels the first blast of hot sperm shoot forth into you.
"Ahhh! Fill me with it, shoot it all into me, Baby!" you pant as you feel his cum flooding into your wet wanton ass. He is fucking you in slow, rigid strokes as he comes inside you. You feel the juices of his sex running down your legs and it feels so good to you. Slowly, the intense wave of the climax subsides. He lets himself pull out and stands reaching down to pick you up in his arms.
The Stranger carries you, cradled in his arms to the hot tub, while you are kissing at his face and mouth sweetly. He sits you down in the warm water. The water is bubbling around you and you can feel the intense steam of the water circulating. Your skin is soothed by the hot water and this wonderful warmth relaxes your body.
The Stranger gets in beside you and stretches out, his feet touching your pussy. He smiles at you saying, "Think this is just what the doc ordered. Been a long day, and I know you need to clean up before you leave."
This is not what you are thinking; you want to taste his cock again. You lean over to him and you fondle his balls and dick. Already you can feel him hardening as you stroke his manhood. You kiss him as he is leaning back with his eyes closed.
You travel down his chest and stomach in search of the meal you want to taste so badly. Finally, you find his now hard, veined cock. You lick and kiss at the head, allowing your tongue to slowly wrap around its circumference and mushroom shaped head. You begin stroking his cock with your hand as your mouth and tongue enjoys the feel of the texture of his rigid member.
"Ummmm! Feels good girl," he gasps as you suck on him. He can feel your tongue flickering around his meat. Slowly, you take his shaft into your hot mouth and his thickness fills you. He feels the swallowing motion of your throat muscles as you finally get his pulsating cock into the depths of your mouth. Up and down your head strokes his cock, your mouth tight. The movement of your entire head is rhythmic and slow. You lick and slurp and slide his cock in and out of you. Your tongue dances around the shaft and the head as you slide him back and forth.
He feels your hands grabbing at his balls, kneading and rolling them gently in your hand. His hands are on the back of your head, running his fingers through your long black hair, as your mouth continues to suck at his manhood. Your hot, wet, mouth around his cock feels so very good to him.
Suddenly, he pulls you up, looking around the room. "Hey, Girl, we have to go," he says as he rises up out of the tub quickly. He grabs a towel and hands it to you. "Hurry, Please!" he pleads to you as he quickly begins to dry off.
"What's wrong? What did I do?" you ask, not having any idea what's going on.
"Just hurry, please," he pleads dressing and dashing around quickly. He is rushing around putting on his pants and shirt and strapping his shoulder holster back on, the chrome of the .45 shining in the light. He pulls his boots back on and puts his old leather jacket on.
"Lets go! Hurry! Someone else needs me," he says as you finish getting dressed, curious and uncertain and about ready to cry once more, in fear you'd done something to upset him greatly.
"What's wrong? Please, please tell me," you plead as he takes you by the arm and rushes you out the door.
"Nothing that concerns you. Someone needs my help. It's not you, Baby," he says as you are walking back down the street to your car. "Your purse is inside on the floor of the car. Go home and be careful," he says to you, as you get inside.
"Who are you? What is your name?" you ask, as he starts to leave you at the car.
"I cannot tell you my name, it's not for you to know."
"But.. But I love you, please! How can I find you?"
"No! I'm not for you to love, forget me," he replies to your begging and begins to walk away.
"Why? Please, I want to be with you," you insist once more, not being able to understand what is happening.
The Stranger stops and turns around, walking back to you, his blue eyes flash in the light. "You are always with me and I am always with you," he whispers as he reaches in and gently touches your face. He kisses you on your cheek, softly, looking into your eyes.
You feel the tears coming in a torrent now; you still cannot understand all of this. "PLEASE!" you cry.
His voice comes to you, an echoing quality to it. He calls you by name, then says, "Do not cry, baby. I am NOT leaving you. I am always with you. In your times of greatest need, I will come for you."
"How do you know me, how do you know my name?"
"Don't you know, Baby? I've always known you. I am your guardian angel, Baby. I will always be with you. Forever," he says as his voice starts to fade away, leaving only an echo remaining in the air.
You watch, in total astonishment, as he vanishes into the thin, hot, summer air.
