Killing Heather

Chapter 4

God I love this grass. Now that I’ve been inside, it really almost feels like a home away from home now. I wonder if the neighbors just expect me at this point. For all they know I’m a personal bodyguard coming to protect the property. It’s half true. If I ever caught another man going into my girls house during sensitive hours- well- I did it before.

I’m not scared of a blade. I happen to really enjoy blood. I wonder what hers tastes like. Everything about her is sweet. I bet that is too.

I am overcome with the thoughts of restraining her, and maybe some unsuspecting male compassionate caught in the crossfire. Perhaps he had come to enjoy her pleasures, but found that all he receives is the pointed tingle of my blade dragging across his throat. She would have to watch. My girl needs to know that I will protect her. That I would kill for her. I can’t sleep, or eat without thinking about her. She consumes my every thought now.

I drained almost 900$ into her show tonight, but I became embarrassed, or almost bashful at her talent, and generosity. She was doing everything for me, but I had to look away. I’m not ashamed of my girl, not never, but- when I see that I want it to be special.

I didn’t realize that my legs had carried me to her window. My eyes snapped back into my body as my empty gaze became filled with her unfiltered grace.

She was still going. I respected her ability to f**k. Something so primal in me wanted to see her limits. The boys must really like her tonight because the toy she was using was very thick. It was clear and I could see her perfectly shaped p***y wrapped tightly around it. I could tell she was aroused. Her p***y was flared open like a blooming flower, and although it stretched to its limits it still remained small and overwhelmingly luscious. I craved the taste. I imagined the smell off her abused p***y lathered across my face. I love that she gets so much attention. My girl deserves it all. She was dripping from both holes and I could tell she was straining from the sheer force of the mass thrusted deeply inside her. She didn’t stop though.

The thin windows, and still air granted me the sounds of sheer success in the form of a little bell, a ding that symbolized more money than I made in an hour, and it rang off the f*****g hook.

That’s my girl.

Make that f*****g money

Yes- I’m feeling it again. The sensation of pure bliss. She’s fantastic. My c**k hardens to stone and I instinctively stretch the elastic waistband of my sweatpants to expose myself to the brisk open air.

Once again I discover myself, both physically and emotionally enamored by her spell. With my hand now firmly wrapped around the compass inevitably leading inside her I took more frustration than pleasure out of what I did to myself. I wanted her. No I need her.

I haven’t checked yet but there’s no doubt her windows are locked now.

I tuck my frustrated c**k back into the waistband of my joggers, and began to calculate. This time I came mildly prepared. I do like a challenge.

She’s wrapping up. What is that… 4 hours? She’s still dripping in s****l magnificence. I bet she could keep going. Maybe I should find out.

Surely she’s bound to shower afterwards right? That’s at least fifteen minutes where she must have forgotten that I exist.

I love being right. Turns out it only took me four minutes to get in.

She sings in the shower.