Page 2 of F*ck It Out With A Devil

There is so much white, my fuckin’ eyes are blinded by the light, even though it’s dark out. It’s immaculate and so pristine in here, that I almost want to take my shoes off in fear I may fuck up their shit.

That’s one of my problems, I care too fucking much. Even after the things I’ve been through.

A coat rack and cubbies line the walls that house shoes, coats, and whatever else they don’t want littering the floors. There is an umbrella holder so no water drips onto the floor as you run in trying to escape the rain. This is the life of being rich.

“If I ever have a home as nice as this, I’m definitely gonna have a mudroom.” I mumble, still looking around and admiring this one room.

I walk farther inside their spotless home and notice the staircase. Very quietly, I work my way up to the second floor.

Remembering the directions is pretty easy since I studied that shit like I was gonna be tested on it or something. Sure enough, that’s what’s happening here. I inhale deep and long as I get moving.

Creeping to the top of the stairs, I hook a left and look for the third door on the right. “Why the hell is this hallway so damn long?” I huff, traveling the distance it takes to get there. What can I expect? This house is massive.

After what feels like an eternity, I make it there and push open the door, listening as it creaks wide open, revealing yet another immaculate room in the house. I do a quick scan of the room, searching for my target.

Digging in my pocket, I fish out the needle filled with a light dosage of chloroform. It’s not enough to kill her, just make her immobile and groggy as to what’s going on.

I file this away for future use, smiling to myself. You never know when you might need to use a drug like this.

My steps are light as I sneak farther into the room. Making no noise is tricky as I tiptoe, looking around the bedroom. I notice how large and spacious it is. The California King, four-poster bed sticks out most, resting up against the wall with a Van Gogh painting hanging above.

Two loveseats and a chaise fill up the room, making you think that nothing else could possibly fit in here. Wrong, there are two nightstands, one on each side of the bed along with two armoires. Probably his and hers for them both. These people reek money.

There goes all that fucking white again. White walls, white bedding, even white fucking carpet. Just think, if I have to kill her husband, that carpet is gonna bleed red which has a nice ring to it.

I shake my head, continuing to look around the room when I avert my eyes back to the bed and notice she is nowhere in it like she should be.

The panic begins to set in, and I think they misinformed me on purpose. No sooner than the thought crosses my mind, does she come walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body.

She stops dead in her tracks and looks at me as if she doesn’t have a care in the world. “I suppose you’re here to rob me?” She purrs, and I swear her voice is as angelic as Eartha Kitt’s. “Well, you can go ahead and take whatever you want.” She says, dropping her towel, gracing my eyes with her curvy figure. To say she’s older, she’s a total MILF.

“I don’t want your money.” I gulp.

“Is that so? Then, tell me, why are you in my home?” She purrs again, going over to her bed, pulling the covers back, and sliding in.

“I- I’m here to-” I’m stuttering like a love sick child as I feast my eyes on her body and freshly shaved pussy.

“See something you like?” She moans, raising her eyebrow as she opens her legs wider while one of her hands begins to caress her breasts. “Why don’t you come over here and help me take care of this?” She says, pointing down to her pussy.

Mesmerized, I sway from side to side as my feet carry me to her laying in the bed, spread wide for… Me.

Within a flash, I’m standing at her side, she turns her head and looks at me.

“You’re a really handsome, young man. How old are you?” She asks, still palming her breasts.

“Fifteen.” I answer in robot mode, because I can’t believe this beautiful MILF is butt-ass naked in front of me, fondling her tits.

“Well, you have to learn at some age.” She chuckles. “What is that you have in your hand?”

“Uh-” I’m choking on my words, because how do I tell her the real reason I’m here?

“Nevermind that. Put it down, whatever it may be.” She motions with her head in the direction of a nightstand. “I’m going to make a man out of you tonight.”

My brows furrow, “What do you mean?” I ask, clueless and beyond stunned as to how this situation got turned around.

“I mean, I’m going to let you fuck me until we’ve both had our fill.” Releasing her breast, she lets her left hand travel down to her flat stomach, past her navel, right down to her glistening pussy. Her juices are flowing, and I can see her pussy glisten. “First, you need to take off all your clothes.”

“Okay.” I mumble, starting to strip.

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