TAKE IT IN YOUR STRIDE A SERIES OF EROTIC ADULT STORIES BY NICK ARMBRISTER

The rough looking bloke commented: “You’re a bitch but you fuck better than my cousin. You’re cunt is tighter, even though Andrew’s spunk lubricated it first. I bet he wants to fuck you again after. Tell me bitch, who is the better fuck, me or my mate you had before?” “Why, you are my dear, your cock is bigger and you can use it much better. He was crap at fucking me and he fell asleep right after we shagged,” replied Sandra, lying to the logger on two topics; he was just as crap at fucking and his mate would be asleep for a long time, dead under the bed! There would be hell to pay when they found his body but she would be back in the jungle by then. “That’s good then, I won’t have to beat you up afterwards. I’d hate to hurt your pretty face. In fact, I’d like to fuck you regularly,” he said in a gruff voice. “Okay, okay! But just fuck me now and don’t talk!” Sandra angrily commented, scratching her lover on the neck to get her point over. He glared at her and she looked away, best let him think he was in charge here, keep the illusion going. A bit of blood flowed out of the fresh wound but she didn’t feel bad, let him think she was a feisty bird who knew how to look after herself. Carlos continued pumping the whore on the dirty floor; his mate by the table looked on bored and got up to order another drink. No doubt a double whiskey to follow the several he’d already downed, this guy would be a shit fuck mused Sandra, smiling smugly. What if he couldn’t get it up? Before then she had to kill this one, he was nearly there and gasping for breath almost like he was having a heart attack. Oh fuck was he?! A look of surprise filled his dirty face and he didn’t know whether to gasp or scream, he tried both when his spunk shot up the witch. Had she done a spell in her head and killed another victim? Spasms wracked Carlos’s body, he arched his back thrusting his beer belly into the witch almost squashing her, he did two more thrusts and was still. He was out of spunk and flat dead of life, the old fucker had given up the goat! Died on the job! “Goddamn, it you fucked old Carlos to death! What the fuck did you do to him, you two bit whore?” screamed the last logger, holding his new drink while he looked wide eyed at the still form of his mate on top of the witch. She wriggled herself free and brushed wood shavings off her body, angrily she snatched the double whiskey from the shocked man and downed it in one and threw the empty glass down next to the dead man, where it smashed. “You could say I fucked your mate to death! He didn’t have it in him to finish the job, what about you? Do you have what it takes?” grimly retorted the whore, glaring at the remaining forest worker. Two dead, one to go! Her powerful sexual aura of violence and nakedness commanded respect. Silence descended until the drunken logger came to his senses. “You wanna find out, yes? Course I’ve got what it takes. I was fucking whores from when I was fourteen years old!” shouted the angry half drunk man. From behind the bar the barman kept out of it, he had a big garden to bury the corpses in, out back. Swearing loudly and clinking glasses, the barman poured himself a double whiskey and in a quick action he downed it in one. Throwing his glass into the sink where it almost broke, he walked around the bar to remove Carlos's corpse to bury it in his garden. He kept his eyes away from the girl in his bar, for something wasn't right about her; she was too easy and up to something deadly serious.