Dinner Date Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

Dinner Date Ch. 03

... them into becoming the sex crazed sluts they're wishing to be. The kind of slut, who, if I decide to tell them to, will drop down to their knees and blow me in the middle of a crowded mall because I find it enjoyable. I train them to willingly beg me to whip and spank them just so they can have the pleasure of my fingers on their bodies and in their cunts. I train them to like being tied down and fucked like a whore in all their holes because they want to be treated that way."

I was pushing the big man hard. I wanted him to try and take a swing at me. You want to be a pain in my ass before I've had my coffee in the morning then I'm going to go out of my way to ruin your morning as well.

"I train them to willingly withhold their orgasm just because I know it frustrates them and pleases me. I'm the man that takes women like Tracy and fulfill all her fantasies because pencil-dick fucks like you only know how to pump and dump."

That was the Achilles heel I was looking for. He jumped up and came running at me in a blind rage. I don't care who you are or how much military training you've had. You tell some guy how you're teaching his sister or loved one to be a cum sucking, cock worshiping slut and they lose their mind every damn time. Just as he was about to reached me, I delivered a simple front kick to his gut driving the air out of his lungs and doubling him over. Grabbing his head in a reverse headlock I tightened it down into a guillotine and brought him down to the ...

... ground on top of me as I wrapped my legs around his midsection and squeezed making it even harder to get his air back. He tried to struggle but because of his lack of air, the restricted blood flow to the brain and my added weigh he was having to move around caused him to pass out fairly quickly. It would have been simpler to hit him with a throat punch but with the speed he was coming at me and his size one little miscalculation and he goes from just trying to catch his breath to dead. No matter how much he pissed me off this morning I was looking to avoid that if at all possible.

As soon as he was out, I released him and rolled him off me. Looking around I found some rope and tied his hands behind his back then tied his legs together. I was going to hog tie him but unfortunately there just wasn't enough rope to compete it.

The physical part of the altercation lasted less than two minutes but it was enough to wake some people up and have them come rushing out unfortunately. So much for the quiet time and the peaceful mood I was hoping for. Seeing a French pasty rolling pin in the dish strainer I grabbed it and rolled Mr Personality over onto his back, opened his mouth and shoved the end in just enough to get his attention when he came to. I was finished with playing nice today. Stephanie's brother or not; vet or not; one wrong move and I was determined to end him here and now and I wanted to make sure he knew just how serious I was about it as well.

Stephanie came ...