Demand some privacy
From Create Your Own Story
"Do you mind?" You ask. She shakes her head no.
"I don't mind at all," she says. "In fact, I would mind even less if you stripped completely."
You sigh, then shrug the new clothing over your wet boxers quickly. "Oh," she says quietly, "don't be such a prude. Take out that cock and stroke it for me, won't you? Let me have it in my mouth, and my pussy, and my ass. Let me service you, and you service me, and in the morning when we're both thoroughly fucked and happy, we can go out together."
"Go out where?" You ask, strapping a belt through the belt buckle of the jeans. "Out there?"
"No," she says. "We'll fuck until we're too sore and dry to fuck anymore, and then I'll shoot you, and then myself. We'll go out as lovers."
"You're fucking nuts," you say, slipping on a pair of tennis shoes that barely fit. "No, I think I'm going to go."
"You sure?" She says, reaching down and rubbing through the skirt at her pussy. "I'm very tight, and I get very wet."
"Yeah, I'm sure. Black widow's aren't really my thing." You thank her kindly for the gift of clothing and for the information, and you rush out quickly. You get just as wet running back out to your car, and wonder why you bothered. Starting it up, you see her at the front door now, shotgun at the read, and put the pedal to the floorboard as you get the hell away from the loon.
