TylerAshton in topic Teen
*LITEROTICA*
My name doesn't matter. This is a true story. You can line up what I'm writing here with a search of news headlines. I haven't changed the name of the victim because I want her to always remember what happened that night. I want her family to
remember. I want her brother to not be able to look her in the eye. Every time she fucks her man, I want her to see me in his face. When she takes a breath, I'm all she will ever smell. Do I regret it? No. Not one bit. I would do it again in a heartbeat. In fact, thinking about that night is one of the only things that gets me hard these days. It was 2016. I worked at LA fitness. I was a low level guy, I changed the trash and shit. It doesn't matter. I took the job because I could stay on top of my muscular physique and because El worked out there. Mostly El. All El.
El lived across the street from me, but she had no idea who I was. She's a student, and if she wasn't in classes, she was with her "daddy" or she was at the gym. I only knew that because I often sat on the coffee shop patio across the street, and I would see her come and go. El was terribly attractive. She had the kind of body you put on a poster. Her tits were out to here, and her ass was thick. She was so sweet and everyone seemed to like her. I slowly became obsessed. I used to take thousands of photos of her through her apartment window from my place across the street. Doing dishes, watching TV, dancing, it didn't matter. I had literally hundreds of prints of her just sitting on her couch. I would watch her through my telephoto lens and jerk off to her doing homework. I did this nightly for weeks. Funny to think this might have all been avoided if the bitch bought blinds. Anyways, as my obsession grew, so did my hunger. I needed a new level of excitement. Enter, my job at the gym. I knew El would be there Monday afternoons, Wednesday evenings, and Friday and Sunday nights. She had a very predictable schedule. I took all those shifts.
For the next two months I studied her. I watched her from a far. I would sweep around cardio machine just to smell her. I wiped down her equipment after she was on it and I kept the sweat soaked paper towels. I would jack off in the janitor closet with weeks worth of them shoved in my mouth. I knew I was becoming sick, but I couldn't slow down. All the while we never interacted in any real way. Not a hello, not a wave. I was invisible. Somewhere in there began to resent it so I set up a hidden camera in the women's locker room. It was rare that EL got topless or naked in there, but the few times she did....Snap! I've included some as proof. The big picture in the middle, and the one in the lower left corner were taken in the gym bathroom at LA fitness. A simple forensics test will prove I am telling the truth. I've included the time stamp. This was a turning point for me. Once I saw her naked, I had to have her. "That's mine", I would repeat to myself whenever I saw her.
The night of the September 3rd changed both our lives forever. Hers a little more so I would say. After her work out she went into the locker room. She was the only person left in the gym except the employees. It was Carl's birthday so the staff was just about to start a night of parting in the gym after close. It was a tradition. El walked back out of the locker room wearing her black and white bikini top with no bra. My favorite. She was freshly tanned. She looked like little miss bad schoolgirl. That was the moment when I decided to do it. The trigger. The timing was perfect. The party was cover. It's her fucking fault for wearing that. Fucking slut. As she walked out the front door, I knew I had about a minute before she would be walking down the back alley. It was a four block walk back through a dark alley at 11pm. I moved quickly to the janitor closet to retrieve my supplies. My heart was racing as I quietly slipped out the side door of the gym about 50 feet behind El. Dumb bitch had her headphones on, making it pretty easy to follow her. The thought of what I was going to do, coupled with the sight of her lower ass cheeks peeking at me under her little skirt , had my dick harder then steel. I took my big thick cock out from my gym shorts and stroked it off as I walked just a few feet behind her. I smelled her hair as I closed in on her, now inches behind. All at once I took one hand and wrapped it around her firm little abdomen while the other hand went over her mouth with a rag soaked in some chemicals I ordered from the Internet. She struggled really hard, kicked and punched, but it was to late. The chemicals had taken over. They rendered her completely immobile but fully aware. All she could do was breath and move her eyes. Tears were streaming down her face so I guess she could cry too. I carried her about a block to a Ryder moving truck I had parked on a dead end. I opened up the back and put her inside. I got in with her and closed the door. It was silent. All I could hear was my heartbeat and my breathing. I turned on the battery powered lights I hung from the ceiling. The truck was filled with thousand pictures of El and wads of balled up paper towels saved from the gym. In the middle of the truck bed was a clean mattress and white blankets, alongside some tools set out on a tray. I posed her body on the mattress. I pulled her huge tits out and snapped the picture included here. The fear coming from her was palpable. I took off my shorts and knelt over her head. I sat down on her face and dragged my nut-sack back and forth across her pretty face. I used my scrotum like a toothbrush, pushing her lips aside and grinding my balls on her gums. I unhinged her jaw and stuffed my balls and my sack inside of her mouth. My cock laid across her face. I just looked down at her and stared into her eyes. I sat like that for about 5 minutes. Her cheeks bulging out from my big nuts sweating in her mouth. I pinched her nose. She couldn't breath. I thought about watching her die like a boy strangles a bunny out of curiosity. She was terrified. I stood up and walked around her. I was so excited. I was laughing. I took her red vest off , then her under shirt, then her bra. Her huge young tits stood at attention, with nipples that could carve marble. I caressed them. I kissed them. I rubbed my face all over them. Her tits are perfect. I reached on the table and grabbed two clamps. I screwed a clamp on each nipple tighter and tighter until her skin spit. Now they weren't perfect anymore. Now no one will want them I thought. She would have no choice but to give them to me. I got angry about what I just did. I was pacing back and forth. El just laid there, motionless. Sexy. Limp. I wrapped duck tape around her face and eyes so she couldn't see me anymore. I felt ashamed and I wasn't gonna let her ruin this for me! I rolled her on her stomach. I was going into a fit of rage because I ruined her perfect body. I lifted her ass up and put her legs under her like a yoga pose. I cut her skirt and panties off with a pair of scissors. I spit on her asshole 5 or 10 times and rammed my pierced cock inside of her anus. My cock is 6 inches around. I am thicker then 98% of men. I ripped her pretty bad, she was bleeding. It only turned me on more. I could tell she was really in pain as I pumped in and out of her super raw asshole. I buried all seven inches deep inside her hot ass. I was having fun again, slapping her cheeks as hard as I could while moving her in all sorts of positions. She was a real life fuck doll. An object. She was less then human to me. I fucked her asshole for an hour. An entire hour. She cried the whole time. I moved down to her pussy and kept pumping away. The drugs I took beforehand kept me hard and unable to orgasm for a long time. I wanted this to last. I looked down and saw El's red gaping asshole was spread wide open from being fucked so long. I spit in it. I spit in it again. I shoved 18 wads of her own sweat soaked paper towels down her asshole. One for every year of her age. I flipped her over and choked her mercilessly as I stared into her numb eyes, pumping harder and faster then I thought possible. I pulled the weight of her body up by her nipple clamps. Her head fell back and swung lifelessly back and forth as I fucked this dirty whore almost to death. Finally I pulled out and came in her mouth. I had so much cum it was spilling down her cheeks, and her neck. She was filled. she could only breathe out of her nose now. Her whole mouth was full of my hot salty cum. I stood up. My sweaty muscles shimmered in the light. "I love you", I said to her. She urinated on herself. The police found her the next morning when the drugs wore off and she stumbled into the street. She never identified me because she never knew who the fuck I was. Only El is to blame for that. It's her fault. Completely. As for me? A new town..... a new gym.....and Jessica.
My name doesn't matter. This is a true story. You can line up what I'm writing here with a search of news headlines. I haven't changed the name of the victim because I want her to always remember what happened that night. I want her family to
remember. I want her brother to not be able to look her in the eye. Every time she fucks her man, I want her to see me in his face. When she takes a breath, I'm all she will ever smell. Do I regret it? No. Not one bit. I would do it again in a heartbeat. In fact, thinking about that night is one of the only things that gets me hard these days. It was 2016. I worked at LA fitness. I was a low level guy, I changed the trash and shit. It doesn't matter. I took the job because I could stay on top of my muscular physique and because El worked out there. Mostly El. All El.
El lived across the street from me, but she had no idea who I was. She's a student, and if she wasn't in classes, she was with her "daddy" or she was at the gym. I only knew that because I often sat on the coffee shop patio across the street, and I would see her come and go. El was terribly attractive. She had the kind of body you put on a poster. Her tits were out to here, and her ass was thick. She was so sweet and everyone seemed to like her. I slowly became obsessed. I used to take thousands of photos of her through her apartment window from my place across the street. Doing dishes, watching TV, dancing, it didn't matter. I had literally hundreds of prints of her just sitting on her couch. I would watch her through my telephoto lens and jerk off to her doing homework. I did this nightly for weeks. Funny to think this might have all been avoided if the bitch bought blinds. Anyways, as my obsession grew, so did my hunger. I needed a new level of excitement. Enter, my job at the gym. I knew El would be there Monday afternoons, Wednesday evenings, and Friday and Sunday nights. She had a very predictable schedule. I took all those shifts.
For the next two months I studied her. I watched her from a far. I would sweep around cardio machine just to smell her. I wiped down her equipment after she was on it and I kept the sweat soaked paper towels. I would jack off in the janitor closet with weeks worth of them shoved in my mouth. I knew I was becoming sick, but I couldn't slow down. All the while we never interacted in any real way. Not a hello, not a wave. I was invisible. Somewhere in there began to resent it so I set up a hidden camera in the women's locker room. It was rare that EL got topless or naked in there, but the few times she did....Snap! I've included some as proof. The big picture in the middle, and the one in the lower left corner were taken in the gym bathroom at LA fitness. A simple forensics test will prove I am telling the truth. I've included the time stamp. This was a turning point for me. Once I saw her naked, I had to have her. "That's mine", I would repeat to myself whenever I saw her.
The night of the September 3rd changed both our lives forever. Hers a little more so I would say. After her work out she went into the locker room. She was the only person left in the gym except the employees. It was Carl's birthday so the staff was just about to start a night of parting in the gym after close. It was a tradition. El walked back out of the locker room wearing her black and white bikini top with no bra. My favorite. She was freshly tanned. She looked like little miss bad schoolgirl. That was the moment when I decided to do it. The trigger. The timing was perfect. The party was cover. It's her fucking fault for wearing that. Fucking slut. As she walked out the front door, I knew I had about a minute before she would be walking down the back alley. It was a four block walk back through a dark alley at 11pm. I moved quickly to the janitor closet to retrieve my supplies. My heart was racing as I quietly slipped out the side door of the gym about 50 feet behind El. Dumb bitch had her headphones on, making it pretty easy to follow her. The thought of what I was going to do, coupled with the sight of her lower ass cheeks peeking at me under her little skirt , had my dick harder then steel. I took my big thick cock out from my gym shorts and stroked it off as I walked just a few feet behind her. I smelled her hair as I closed in on her, now inches behind. All at once I took one hand and wrapped it around her firm little abdomen while the other hand went over her mouth with a rag soaked in some chemicals I ordered from the Internet. She struggled really hard, kicked and punched, but it was to late. The chemicals had taken over. They rendered her completely immobile but fully aware. All she could do was breath and move her eyes. Tears were streaming down her face so I guess she could cry too. I carried her about a block to a Ryder moving truck I had parked on a dead end. I opened up the back and put her inside. I got in with her and closed the door. It was silent. All I could hear was my heartbeat and my breathing. I turned on the battery powered lights I hung from the ceiling. The truck was filled with thousand pictures of El and wads of balled up paper towels saved from the gym. In the middle of the truck bed was a clean mattress and white blankets, alongside some tools set out on a tray. I posed her body on the mattress. I pulled her huge tits out and snapped the picture included here. The fear coming from her was palpable. I took off my shorts and knelt over her head. I sat down on her face and dragged my nut-sack back and forth across her pretty face. I used my scrotum like a toothbrush, pushing her lips aside and grinding my balls on her gums. I unhinged her jaw and stuffed my balls and my sack inside of her mouth. My cock laid across her face. I just looked down at her and stared into her eyes. I sat like that for about 5 minutes. Her cheeks bulging out from my big nuts sweating in her mouth. I pinched her nose. She couldn't breath. I thought about watching her die like a boy strangles a bunny out of curiosity. She was terrified. I stood up and walked around her. I was so excited. I was laughing. I took her red vest off , then her under shirt, then her bra. Her huge young tits stood at attention, with nipples that could carve marble. I caressed them. I kissed them. I rubbed my face all over them. Her tits are perfect. I reached on the table and grabbed two clamps. I screwed a clamp on each nipple tighter and tighter until her skin spit. Now they weren't perfect anymore. Now no one will want them I thought. She would have no choice but to give them to me. I got angry about what I just did. I was pacing back and forth. El just laid there, motionless. Sexy. Limp. I wrapped duck tape around her face and eyes so she couldn't see me anymore. I felt ashamed and I wasn't gonna let her ruin this for me! I rolled her on her stomach. I was going into a fit of rage because I ruined her perfect body. I lifted her ass up and put her legs under her like a yoga pose. I cut her skirt and panties off with a pair of scissors. I spit on her asshole 5 or 10 times and rammed my pierced cock inside of her anus. My cock is 6 inches around. I am thicker then 98% of men. I ripped her pretty bad, she was bleeding. It only turned me on more. I could tell she was really in pain as I pumped in and out of her super raw asshole. I buried all seven inches deep inside her hot ass. I was having fun again, slapping her cheeks as hard as I could while moving her in all sorts of positions. She was a real life fuck doll. An object. She was less then human to me. I fucked her asshole for an hour. An entire hour. She cried the whole time. I moved down to her pussy and kept pumping away. The drugs I took beforehand kept me hard and unable to orgasm for a long time. I wanted this to last. I looked down and saw El's red gaping asshole was spread wide open from being fucked so long. I spit in it. I spit in it again. I shoved 18 wads of her own sweat soaked paper towels down her asshole. One for every year of her age. I flipped her over and choked her mercilessly as I stared into her numb eyes, pumping harder and faster then I thought possible. I pulled the weight of her body up by her nipple clamps. Her head fell back and swung lifelessly back and forth as I fucked this dirty whore almost to death. Finally I pulled out and came in her mouth. I had so much cum it was spilling down her cheeks, and her neck. She was filled. she could only breathe out of her nose now. Her whole mouth was full of my hot salty cum. I stood up. My sweaty muscles shimmered in the light. "I love you", I said to her. She urinated on herself. The police found her the next morning when the drugs wore off and she stumbled into the street. She never identified me because she never knew who the fuck I was. Only El is to blame for that. It's her fault. Completely. As for me? A new town..... a new gym.....and Jessica.
