On the Way to the Psych Ward

"Why am I here?"

"You tried to kill yourself, Mr. Abrahams."

The blonde was exceptionally pretty sitting there, leaning forward so I could spinx into her cleavage.

"And why the hell would I do that?"

"We do not know that. All we know is that a passer-by spotted you in the water at the foot of a cliff."

Biblical.

Biblical boobs.

And that despite her face making her look like she just finished school.

I need a strategy, I said to myself.

"Have you ever had a thing with a mentally ill person?"

She laughed.

"How would you even do it, huh?" she asked.

"I unbutton your pants and ride you a little?"

She laughed again. Heart-warming. I knew I had to have her.

"Set me free! Loosen the restraint! And amen, I promise you, we'll do it right here on the stretcher."

"You're crazy, Mr. Abrahams."

She smiled softly.

I stared into her eyes.

She swerved away, looked at my right upper arm, got stuck on the tattoo of an owl. Our eyes met. She looked down at the floor in shame that she was caught.

She likes the tattoo, I thought. And even more so what lies beneath it. Muscles.

"What makes someone like you want to kill yourself, Mr. Abrahams? We don't know anything about you except your name. But you look like you have it all."

"Problem is, I didn't want to kill myself."

"Then why did you jump off the cliff?"

I ignored her objection.

"I've known how I was going to kill myself since I was a kid. Riding a Harley Davidson, way too fast over the Golden Gate Bridge, with a hot blonde on my dick, a cigarette in my right hand and a beer in my left, and then take a little swerve to the right. Boom, bang, off."

She smiled knowingly.

"And come to think of it, that hot blonde could be you!"

"You think I'm hot?"

She looked at me more seriously now, and she immediately looked a few years older.

"Enough that I'd fuck you silly in this little doomsday scenario."

"You really would, if you could, wouldn't you?"

I made an oath-taking gesture.

Silence between us, for a while.

She turns away from me, tugs at her shirt.

"Hot in here, isn't it?"

"Not a bit." I grinned.

She walked past me to open a window. She brushed my upper arm lightly with her finger.

"Oh, excuse me"

"No problem."

She seated herself again.

The ambulance made a sharp turn. My wrists hurt because they were fixed far too tightly.

She could see it in my face.

"Couldn't I at least have my right arm set free?"

"I've been told you're potentially dangerous."

"Do I look like a mass murderer or what?"

"You look like a suicidal person."

I considered thinking of a comeback, but didn't.

"Fair point," I said.

We were silent for a while.

With a jerk, she gathered herself up and tampered with my right wrist. Undid the buckle. Took a step back. But before she knew it, I had wrapped my arm around her waist and seated her on my leg. At first, she resisted, then she slowly complied.

She smiled coquettishly at me.

"Who are you, Mr. Abrahams?" she asked challengingly.

It was beginning to feel like I could only get her into bed if I opened up to her.

I loosened my arm.

She stayed seated.

And slowly stroked my chest with her glossy white fingernails.

Slowly, her hand went downwards.

"Why won't you tell me why you wanted to kill yourself?"

What a sick game. The woman was crazier than me, that much was clear.

I looked at her body, her firm breasts waiting to break out.

I had to keep going.

This wasn't just about sex. No, it was about sex with a fabulously fine blonde.

"You charm me in the most intimate way, Ms. Liebmann."

"Do you desire me?" she asked, and it was obvious that this control was a huge turn-on for her.

"Yes." I whispered, out of breath from excitement.

"And why do you desire me, Mr. Abrahams?"

Now she stroked my inner thighs. With my free hand, I touched her shoulder, her arm and ran along the side of her breasts.

"You haven't said why yet." she teased me.

Okay. I had to answer. Textbook psychology. What did she want to hear? I looked deeply into her eyes. Beautiful eyes. Discreet looking, but elaborately made up. The slightly crooked nose. Could it be, that she put in extra effort in the makeup of her eyes to draw the attention away from her nose?

"Your eyes..."

I grabbed her and held her close.

"... are like winter in the summer, like water in the desert, like crystal set in earth. They are fascinatingly, beautiful."

The poem had an effect. She knelt on the cold metal floor and opened my fly. I felt her hand lie heavily on my privates and involuntarily flinched a little as she freed my penis from my trousers. She now had my penis in her hand and - paused.

"Not that 'why'. Why you wanted to kill yourself!"

"That's enough!" I said, reached forward with a quick movement and grabbed her pigtail.

"I've got you in my power," I grinned at her. I pulled her close to my face so that I could feel her breathing. "I can do whatever I want with you." I spoke right into her ear.

She began to struggle.

"No... You... Don't." she said under her heavy breath, flailing her arms.

Finally she gave up and I was able to let go a little.

"What do you want to do now, huh? You've got me, so what do you want?"

No question, she was angry.

I made up my mind. Let go of her pigtail completely and took her hand, placing it gently around my cock.

"No, it's your turn. You've got me, what do you want?"

She stared for a moment, then laughed.

Now I would find out what she really wanted from me and this situation.

She came towards me, hinting that she would get back on her knees, but she didn't.

Instead, she released my left arm from the fixation.

"There, now you can theoretically free yourself." she smiled at me uneasily.

"I find the chair quite comfortable, thank you," I said and pulled her towards me by the T-shirt. I sat her on my knee and slowly moved my right hand to her neck. Stroked it slowly. Felt her heartbeat. Her breast. Her breast in the prison of the bra. I pulled the blue and white striped shirt over her head and immediately grabbed her with my right hand. I pulled her towards me, our lips only inches apart. I could smell her sweet and bitter perfume scent. And I could feel her cool breath on my skin, because where her breath hit me, the excitement had caused little beads of sweat.

"I'm not sure if you know what you've gotten yourself into here. Up until now, you've been in control. But now I have the upper hand."

She nodded eagerly, her eyes filled with fear and delight.

"I'm about to make you submit to me, in every way," I whispered to her.

"And you're going to beg me to do it. You're going to beg me to shove my cock inside you and for me to cum all over you. And if you're a good girl, I'll grant you your wish." I whispered with a determined undertone.

I wanted it. I really wanted it. To finish her off completely. Make her my personal little 20-minute slut.

I looked deeply into her eyes one last time before I would fuck her.

Then I kissed her. Firstly, just on the lips, warm and salty. Then I pushed my tongue further forward, probing, then exploring and finally conquering her mouth. Following a sudden inspiration, I licked the inside of her incisors, which sent a shiver through her whole body.

"Mr. Abrahams!" she reprimanded.

"We're past the 'Mr.', aren't we?"

As we made out wildly and felt our bodies, I felt her groping for my cock, unable or unwilling to break away from our intense kiss.

I grabbed her breast, kneaded it and massaged her nipples. A little too firmly, because she let out a shriek.

The intercom switched on.

"Everything ok back there?"

She broke away from me with a greedy last kiss.

The slim blonde quickly hopped over to the button and pressed it.

Completely out of breath, she said: "Everything's fine, honey, I just cut myself on paper."

Honey? As in, boyfriend - honey?

"Shall we get on the stretcher now?" she asked, as if "honey" hadn't been said. All right, I said to myself. We'd come back to it later.

"We'll take as long as we need, even if it means ramming like rabbits in front of the hospital staff," I replied.

With two quick movements, I undid the shackles and stood up.

She was amazed.

"You're sooo big!" she gasped.

"And you're small." I grinned. "That's my favourite way to be. Sticking my cock in such a small person always makes me feel like a giant."

She smiled.

I walked towards her.

She scurried back.

"What is it?"

"Nothing." she mumbled, "You... Are a bit intimidating."

"Now don't be like that." I took the last step toward her, grabbed her, and pushed her against the stretcher. With my leg between hers, I applied pressure to her crotch. Her upper body melted in my broad arms. We kissed like mad again. I could have broken her little body in an instant, or so it seemed to me. I felt the ribs on her back with my hands, I massaged her pubic mound with my erection, I felt the little nubs on her tongue with my tongue and the saliva as it spread between our mouths.

With one arm I pressed her tighter against me, with the other I felt her tight ass, working my way downwards.

Bingo, completely soaked panties.

In one swift movement, I had turned her over and placed her upper body on the stretcher. I squatted down and pulled her trousers and panties down. The woman moaned in agony. I stood up again and took hold of my cock. I stroked it from front to back, letting it stretch her lips a little. And then to the vaginal entry. But here, I didn't do anything. I just left it there. It hung there between my body and hers and nothing happened.

"Ehm... Hello?"

"Yes?"

"What are you doing?"

"Waiting."

"For what?"

"That you can't take it anymore."

"That I can't take what anymore?"

"The moment before penetration."

"Are you fucking serious?"

"I can see you can't take it much longer."

She shivered, wriggling.

"Come on now," she moaned, and, in an effort, she lifted herself up and pulled my pelvis towards her. My cock penetrated her deeply. I slowly pulled it out again, completely, and played around with her labia once more. Then I penetrated her again. And again. And again. I grabbed her pigtail and pulled her up by it, while giving her a firm slap on the butt that left red streaks.

"Sooo ... the driver is your boyfriend?"

I thrusted a little harder now.

"Fiancé."

I grabbed her by the neck and pulled her up to me. I thrusted harder.

"Then what exactly are you doing here with me?"

"Having a bit of fun. No one can object to that."

I wanted her to say it. I wanted her to admit to herself that she was a lousy little cheating slut. I wanted her to humiliate herself in front of me.

"So, you're cheating?"

"Yes," she exclaimed between moans.

I put her in a headlock while I continued to take her doggy style.

"Are you my slut?"

"Yes, I am! I'm your little slut! Anything, anything, just please keep going!" she shouted.

I pushed her away to the floor.

"Ow." she went.

"Do you know how disgusting you are? Having sex with a stranger while your husband sits there just a few meters away?"

She needed to recover. Coughed a little.

"You don't know my life. So don't judge." she said between heavy breaths.

Then she seemed to think again about what I said.

Suddenly she seemed to be really annoyed.

"You know what? What kind of asshole are you that you seduced me, that you're cheating with me?" she yelled at me.

The intercom.

"Victoria, are you okay?"

Slowly, she crawled over. Facing the microphone, she spoke one or two sentences that didn't really make sense but were meant to shut him up.

When Victoria turned around, my cock was already hovering over her head.

"Blow me, Victoria," I demanded.

I could feel something break inside her. Was it her pride? Her conflicting desires of self-respect and pleasing a male figure?

Whatever it was, she swallowed it down and took my cock in her mouth.

I immediately grabbed her by the back of the head and used her head as a sex toy. Her gulping got louder and louder. When I was about to come, I pulled her up.

I turned her around against the window so that she could look her fiancé in the eye.

Once again, I thrust my cock into her from behind.

"Are you mine?"

"Yes," she breathed.

"Are you completely mine?"

No answer.

I slapped her hard across the face.

"Ye-es" she almost cried.

I noticed how her pussy tightened, she had to be on the verge of cumming.

She breathed harder.

I felt that familiar tugging in my groin. I would be close soon too.

"Then you will do as I command?"

"Yes, anything."

The growing tension in my shaft, the tugging, was driving me crazy.

Her breathing quickened. I could feel her heart pounding with my hand.

Boom-boom, boom-boom, boom-boom.

"Then say now: I'm a dirty slut."

I was at the edge of an explosion.

She seemed to wipe away a tear for a moment. She sobbed.

Without her noticing it, I pressed the talk button.

"I'm a dirty slut!" she screamed as she began to cum. Her whole body was seized with convulsions, and she thrusted my dick in and out all by herself. She moaned, no, screamed her head off. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her boyfriend staring at her in consternation and confusion. And she - held his gaze. She looked into his eyes with delight while her body trembled from my thrusts. She looked like she was enjoying it.

I pulled my cock out of her abruptly, put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her down forcefully.

I grabbed my dick and stroked it.

She was out of breath and it looked like she was disoriented, but probably too exhausted to say something.

Three four strokes were enough to bring me back towards orgasm. With slow movements, I jerked myself off while she looked around, seemingly confused.

"Peekaboo!" I said.

"Look at me when I cum on your face."

She looked at me in astonishment.

I grabbed her mouth with my left hand and pulled her lips apart. She willingly let me do it.

I aimed with my right.

Shot, hit.

I hit her mouth, her perfect little forehead, I wet her lips.

One thick rope after another landed on her face. I moaned softly, and when she heard it, she moaned with me. For the last shot, I put my cock in her mouth. It came. She moaned deeply.

"See, you've become my little slut after all."

She didn't answer, and I didn't care.

I sat down on the stretcher. Looked at her. Looked at my work.

She looked like a ghost. A beautiful, incredibly attractive ghost.

But she herself seemed pensive. First her eyes wandered around, then they fixed on a point on the ground.

The car came to a stop. It startled her. And - woke her up. Now she would have some explaining to do. With the deadliest eyes she looked at me.

"You fucking asshole!" she screamed.

Having just recovered, she jumped up and ran towards me, beat me up until I pinned her arms. With some effort, I forced the screaming woman into the restraint chair and fixated her.

The door slammed. The driver had to be there any second.

I grabbed a pen from Victoria's shirt and laid down on the stretcher, pretending to be unconscious.

The rear doors opened.

"Come out with your hands up," demanded Mr. Liebmann, whose wife I had just fucked silly.

He must've had a stun gun for such emergencies.

I remained lying down.

"Come out, Mr. Abrahams, you don't stand a chance."

"It's a trap!" the woman shouted.

The man came in, walked around the seat, and as he saw the face of his soon to be wife, he gasped.

"What the fuck?" he exclaimed.

He was standing right next to me, this was my chance!

As he was that startled, I swung my leg against his head and the guy collapsed with a thud. I zipped up my fly and left the ambulance.

And walked along the street.

To new adventures?

Or the last one?

I'll let you know.