Paula guessed that he must have been about twenty five or so, and if you were just looking at him, he wasn’t bad looking at all, but what impressed her the most about him, however, was his cat like reflexes, he seemed to move with an effortlessness that was truly amazing. When he was finished with her purse, he turned his attention back to her. “Stand up and get over here,” he ordered, all the time keeping his eyes glued to her body. She felt another chill go through her, only this one was sexual in nature, as she could feel his eyes looking right through her clothing. She was repulsed to be sure, but the sexual aura in the room could be cut with a knife. She definitely came from a white bread world, upper middle class, never deigning to mingle with the “little people”, and the only sex she had ever had was with her lawyer husband, and they didn’t exactly have the most passionate relationship in the world, in their twenty three years of marriage, it was normally sex with the lights off, and her hubby on top, so at forty two, you could say that she had lived a very sheltered life. Now she was standing in the middle of a dingy dirty room, with an obviously unstable young man who had just robbed and kidnapped her, and to top it all off, she was pretty sure that he was going to rape her or worse, and for some strange reason she didn’t feel terrified at all anymore!!!
Lemont walked around her, giving her the once over as if she were a prime head of cattle and said, “Not bad for and old white bitch, what you got hidden under that sweater cunt?” It sounded like a rhetorical question, so Paula just stood there and said nothing. Out of nowhere the young man produced a switch blade knife and the snap of the blade locking into place filled the quiet room. “Mama,” he intoned, “I ain’t gonna ask you to take it off again,” brandishing the weapon in a threatening manner! Paula again felt the stab of fear in her belly, but she knew that if she resisted he would take her anyway, and probably hurt her in the process, so she slowly lifted the bulky cardigan over her shoulders and let it slide off her arms onto the floor. She tried to fold her arms over her bra, but Lemont grabbed her by the wrist and told her to leave them at her side. He then took his knife and slid it between her breasts and with a quick motion deftly cut her bra in half, causing her large chest to spill out of the d size cups. The cool air coupled with the sexual tension caused her pink nipples to harden and turn bumpy, while Lemont cupped her tits and tweaked her nipples, which caused her to moan softly under her breath, which of course was not lost on the surly young thug. “Ha ha ha,” he laughed roughly, “like gettin’ your tits felt up do you, well I’m gonna do a lot more than that before I’m through you, now the rest of your things, off with them, now!!!” Paula unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off with one motion, taking her panties at the same time, leaving her neatly trimmed blonde bush now exposed, allowing Lemont easy access to her private parts. He reached between her legs and roughly fingered her already aroused vagina, taking pains to make sure he got a few good hits on her erect clitoris. Paula had never been so humiliated or excited in her whole life! Her husband certainly never made her feel like a slut, and this young black boy was not only making her feel like a tramp, he had a way of making her enjoy it! It was obvious that he liked her body, and even though he was using crude street language to describe it, it still built up her ego to think that she could turn on a experienced street person like Lemont.
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