Last Summer's Night (A Poison Tale)

Last Summer's Night (A Poison Tale)

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Submitted: November 03, 2011

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Submitted: November 03, 2011

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Procrastinating is one of my specialties.

Even more if I had to interrogate a hot guy. I left the corner coffee shop with a large Cappuccino in hand and headed towards the motel room I rented for the night.

As I rounded the corner, I dropped my coffee cup in a trash can and pulled out my cell phone; 12:43am. The door to the room is in front of me by the time I put my phone back in my back pocket pants. When I open the door, there he lied on the bed, naked and bounded hand and feet to the bed. I smiled at his discomfort. He screams.

"Hus, we don't want to alert the neighbors, no do we?" he screams even louder. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, we don't have any!" like I am that stupid.

i walked over to the bed and saw him shake. "Are you cold?"

He didn't answer me, so I stood where I was. He kept starring at me and biting his lower lips in fear. When he spoke his voice shook. "What do you want?"

I started to take off my clothes and smiled at his open look of shock. when I only had my underwear on, I jumped on the bed and straddled him. "I want to know ho do you work for." as I said this I traced my fingers down his muscular chest. He shivered under my touche and sighed involuntarily.

He didn't answer me, so I pinched his nipple. He didn't like that. "Fuck off!"

He tried to rock me off but that only gained him a boner. When I felt the hard lump beneath me, I smiled broadly. "You get a kick out of this, don't you?"

I started rocking my hips back and forth on his cock. he closed his eyes and moaned. When I stoped he opened his eyes and said, "Bergman, Stewart Bergman."

Giving a nod of acknowledgement I thought back. Stewart Bergman was the scientist assistant of the head honcho who created me. I took off my bra and heard him gasp as my nipples, as hard as they were, caressed his hot chest.

"Your name." A simple command that meant a lot in my investigation. He thought this through and told me his name. "Bryan McGraw."

I recognized the name immediatly as the killer of my creator.

I pushed my panties aside and thrust his cock into my folds. I felt nothing but he well did. His eyes rolled back as I rocked him hard. His moans a symphony of disgust to me.

I bent down and bit his nipples. His cry was erotic but no the least affective. "Where is he now, Bryan?"

he didn't take long to answer, for I was rocking harder, riding him to oblivion. "Santa Bay, room 342 at the hotel Pyramid."

i smiled down at him as he came to his climax. When he opened his eyes he found me staring down at him.

"Thank you." I whispered. he was about to say something else but my lips were on his. When I let him go he asked, "Who are you?"

Bryan stared at me and then at my breasts. Licking his lips, his cock hardening once again when it hit him. He couldn't breathe, his skin already a pale blue.

Before he couldn't hear me I answered his earlier question, "I am Ivy, the creation of Rhaoul, the scientist you were contracted to killed." his eyes opened wide as the name of my creator left my lips. "Oh, and my lips are poison."

His last breath of life was music to my ears.

 


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