The aftermath

My flat had never looked as good as it did this evening. Not that I had cleaned it in any way but everything just seemed more vibrant, more alive to me. For the first time, my home seemed slightly less like some fuck up hiding spot from society. I was exhilarated. Even though I knew that Amanda's trust had been of my own magical creation it still felt so fucking flattering to my tiny ego that she would consider me, a complete stranger, trustworthy enough for her venting.

I had just treated myself to another soft drink watching my favorite series on my phone but my body just couldn't come to rest. Right now, I had gotten a proper taste of power and I wanted more. This time Amanda had been the driving part and while her motherly, slightly more dominant style had been pleasant, the beast within me wanted her on her knees looking up at me with the devotion and submission befitting a woman like her.

Obviously, I wasn't going to leave her in peace but that also meant that I would have to find out more about her. I was completely trusting on the intel derived from my abilities being correct.

Unsurprisingly however, a quick browser search for "Amanda Stewart" yielded no results. I was by no means an expert when it came to stalking people online but today's experiences had given me a taste of blood. Now, I wanted more. So I searched tirelessly. I downloaded every social media application one can imagine, typed in every possible abbreviation of the MILFs name most of my efforts to no avail.

And yet after several hours, my patience was rewarded. On a circular profile picture Amandas stunning face repayed all those futile attempts with a wide striking smile. Fortunately, her account was public and I wasted no time scrolling through it. Her account was about what you would expect from a woman her age. Pictures of beautiful sunsets with some landscapes sprinkled in.

I saw pictures of her with her husband (who was admittedly rather good looking) sitting on a wooden bench smiling at the camera seemingly blissful.

More pleasing to the eye were fotos of Amanda relaxing on a towel on the beach in just a bikini. Once again I couldn't help but marvel at her perfect, well toned body. Old me would have envied her husband. But new me knew with absolute certainty that it was only be a matter of time before this MILF would be begging me for my cock. Seeing her tanned skin and her ample tits made the hunger within me awaken again and roar with unrestrained lust. I swore to myself that next time we met, she wouldn't get to keep her clothes on.

The real highlight of her profile was still about to come. After a little more scrolling I stumbled across a post that was made a little more than a year ago. A photo was framed with heaps of confetti and glitter with a caption that read "Happy 18th birthyday, my little angel. They grow up so fast..."

On the photo were Amanda and somebody who was pretty obviously her daughter. Her now grown up child was pretty much just a younger version of her mother. The similiarities were obviously written on her face. The same lips carved from a rose, the same unmistakeable green pair of eyes and the same radiant smile that could melt stone. In short she was just drop dead gorgeous. Only her hair had been dyed blone to make herself distinct from her mother. Her body was still more youthsome and not as pronounced in terms of ass and tits, her cheeky, slender features seemed to have an almost gravitational pull on my cock. I saved the post for later and forced myself to get productive again.

How would I own mother and daugther if I couldn't gather any more information because I was to busy jerking off to their photos?

I wondered whether Amanda was aware that I was looking for her.

Probably not.

She didn't even know that I knew her full name.

I tried to gather some clues on how to locate the MILF. Soon enough I found what I was looking for. Amanda had posted pictures of her in front of a tennis court regularly. It seemed like she rather enjoyed the game which I found pretty fitting for a non-working, spoiled bitch like her. Amanda had also been so kind as to link the account of the club she played at.

I immediately checked out the club. It looked like it catered very much to bored mother's who enjoyed a break from doing nothing while their husbands brought in all the money. The kind of club that really gives you a feeling of being special and elitist while in truth being as generic as they come.

I also noticed that Amanda's post with her on the tennis court were all uploaded on a Tuesday which gave me a pretty good idea of when she was visting the club.

Satisfied, I leaned back. I now had a way to reliably find her. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to gather any more clues from her profile. Guess I'll visit the tennis court soon then...

I decided that I had done enough work for today. If I was forced to be jobless I might as well make the best out of it.

So without any worries except the usual I hopped into the shower and went for a stroll. The sun was already settling and only tiny rays peeked around the edges of the skyline. My elated mood was driving me forward and soon I found myself in parts of the city I had never entered before.

After a while I had to rest my exhausted body on a bench. I might have strayed a little far and already dreaded the walk home. As I sat there huffing and puffing I took a look around. The street as well as the side walks were complete empty seemed like this wasn't the place to linger at this time.

The whole region looked like some kind of uptight business district were you only went to work but nobody actually lived. I was still deep in thoughts remeniscing the last day's that had already shaken up my lift so much that I almost didn't realized the sliding doors of the building in front of me opening.

A woman walked out. Strictly tailored business suit and an expression that clearly stated how much she hated fun. Her long black hair was flowing around her tall lucious figure that immediately got my dick rising. When the light of a nearby lantern shone on her face, I was certain that I had found my next target. While her stern look gave her a rather bitter and frigid appearance, it couldn't hide the fact that she had absolute model features. The way she carried herself kind of reminded me of Penelope who had also had this ruthless killer aura around her. A woman like her probably had always put her career first. I wondered when she had received her last proper dicking. By now my gears were roaring and I was convined that fate had brought me here. I would conquer her. Two woman a day would set a good example for future me after all.

I took a look around. Still nobody else in sight. This was my moment!

I approached the business bitch and loudly cleared my throat.

Instantly, she fixed me with an icy gaze from her almost blackish eyes.

"What do you want?" Annoyance was clearly written all over her face, which only made me desire her more.

In that moment however I realized that in all my fantasizing I hadn't put together a plan. In short, I had no fucking idea as to how I would approach this.

Fortunately for me, improvising had already brought me far today. I tried my best to make my voice sound a little deeper than usual:

"Sorry, Ma'am. I am an officer operating undercover. We have received several tips on suspicious activities in this part of town. Please step to the side so that I can give you a quick search." I shrugged "Just standard procedure."

Yeah, I know. My story had more holes than a sieve but it was the best I could come up with on the spot. And I only needed to make her emotional which should be easy once I started groping her in all the right places. As long as she didn't ask me for my identification. Then I'd have to hope that she was slower than me.

I looked at her, trying me best to seem casual.

To my relieve she nodded.

"Really? That's so fucking annoying. Just do your thing then and try not to waste too much of my time!"

She took a step towards. I couldn't believe it.

That dumb bitch had actually bought my story. I surpressed a grin. The fun part was about to begin.

"Please spread your arms to the side, Ma'am." She complied.

This was too fucking easy. I didn't even need my powers. I just had to pretend to be an undercover cop and get to touch some bitches for free!

Greedily, I reached out for her arm. Better start it slow.

Then, just before I was reaching for her sleeve, incredible pain hit. My whole world lit up. It was as if somebody had busted my fucking groin which was exactly the case. The bitch had slammed her knee into my crown jewels.

"AAAHHHRGHHH!" I scream out while sinking to the floor. The pain only seemed to spread through my whole body. I don't think I had ever felt that much pain before.

"DO YOU THINK I AM STUPID?" Sharp jolts shook my body as the mysterious woman started kicking my hurting body.

"DO SERIOUSLY THINK I WILL JUST LET SOME LOWLIFE LIKE YOU RAPE ME?" More kicks into my belly, ribs and balls. By now I was certain that there wasn't a single spot on my body she hadn't kicked yet. Tears were streaming down my cheeks while I was trying to catch some air to beg for mercy.

"UNDERCOVER OFFICIER! THAT'S THE MOST RIDICULOUS EXCUSE I HAVE EVER HEARD! PATHETIC FILTH!" She undermined each word with another painful blow. I had sunken into a state of constant, omnipresent pain. My arousal had faded completely. The wave of kicks and insults didn't seem to come to an end - this woman clearly had a ridiculous amount of supressed anger in her - but finally after what felt like an eternity she stopped.

She feigned one last kick which only caused an anxious twitch from my battered body. My relieve couldn't be describe with words once she turned around and became one with the darkness. Behind she left a pathetic, whimpering, bleeding piece of meat crying in self pity on the cold concrete.