A Dark New Life

It's almost like you can't control yourself, but your dick screams for this woman- the experiences with Loretta only fueling the demand for more. You do not mince words, you **** Loretta. The fact that she orgasmed from it was incidental and without consequence. There's no other way to describe it, and while the sex itself was incredible the power was just intoxicating. You have to do it again, there's no question.

"Babe, you really picked a bad day to hitchhike." The words seem to say by themselves. Pulling over, she at first only reacts with confusion- until you lock the doors and begin closing in. It takes longer for her to unlock the door then it does for you to grab her. Rearranging the two of you with your superior strength, she's soon pinned below as you rip away her top. Pinning her arms behind her you begin your **** with exploring her breasts with your tongue as she begs for you to stop.

With what you did to Loretta the night before your stamina has rarely been longer, once you entered your new victim you must of spent a good 20 minutes- and with the attention you gave to her clit and g-spot you know for a fact she came on your **** cock. Orgasming into her vagina without ceremony or warning, you end your **** with dragging her into bushes on the side of the road and leaving without her- last seeing her in your rearview mirror crying in a fetal position.

Five years later, a lucky patrolmen ends your reign of terror. The newspapers had dubbed you "The Highwayman" because the only consistent patterns to your rapes were the women were always attractive and that they were all within a half-mile of a major highway, most of them near your now favorite road Highway 69. You didn't care about race or age as long as the women were attractive leading to fears that you'd never be caught- but here you are.

The trial went about as well as you expected, being caught red-handed as you were. There were only two real pleasant surprises, the first being that they could only bring you up for trial on eight of the rapes. The real number of women you had **** was almost triple that number, and you're pretty sure the investigators know it, but it seems they can't prove it. As a result, you may get out of prison in time for your 60th birthday if you behave yourself.

The other pleasant surprise was Loretta. She came to watch your trial, the look in her eyes telling you volumes. Sure you **** her, but you are probably also the only man who's ever gotten her to orgasm and the conflict shows on her face. Beside her sits a redheaded friend you learned was named Connie- officially your second victim but in reality your seventh. She's a holding a small child as she watches you intently, mental math puts the child at the right age to warrant a broad smile. You'll probably never know for sure if the kid is yours, but the timing is right.

In prison you quickly earn at least enough respect to be left alone. You'll never be the top dog, but you can serve your sentence in peace. Loretta surprised you with some conjugal visits early on, but otherwise your past life was completely cut off.

While you're never sure if you feel actual guilt over what you did, you do conclude by your 45th birthday that it certainly wasn't worth the hassle and if given a chance to do it all over you wouldn't do it again. Does that count?