Jenna Creed (if that even is her real name) had been following me for months. She was good. She never followed too close, almost a shadow in the corner of my eye. But I'm no square. I'm trained by some of the best agencies in the country. If I could put my resume in writing you'd see a long list of acronyms, government organizations that you'd never heard of and probably a few that have become infamous for deception. Why was she following me? What did she want? Who did she work for? I knew once I got my hands on her I could finally figure it out. Maybe she even held the secret to the elusiv...

Jenna Creed (if that even is her real name) had been following me for months. She was good. She never followed too close, almost a shadow in the corner of my eye. But I'm no square. I'm trained by some of the best agencies in the country. If I could put my resume in writing you'd see a long list of acronyms, government organizations that you'd never heard of and probably a few that have become infamous for deception. Why was she following me? What did she want? Who did she work for? I knew once I got my hands on her I could finally figure it out. Maybe she even held the secret to the elusive mystery I had been investigating for damn near a decade at this point. She was good, but everyone has their bad days and when I caught her slipping she fell right into my trap. After cornering her alone in the 7th story of a nearly vacant garage, I put her under, tied her up, and threw her in the trunk of my car. When I finally got her back to my room I knew I'd get to the bottom of things. Her screams meant nothing to my soundproofed walls and I had already made sure no one would notice her missing for at least a few days. I was going to make her spill the beans by any means necessary. She had been a pain in my ass for far too long, and now it was her turn. I gave her the pain she deserved and then some. But for some reason it didn't phase her one bit. It was then that I realized that she was one of those sick bastards that got off on the pain. She was actually deriving some sort of sexual satisfaction out of it. That's what made me shift my focus from punishments to rewards. They say you can catch more flies with honey than vinegar, and this little bitch had been buzzing behind my ear too long. When I pulled out my massive hog, her eyes widened. I knew that was the ticket. I could see her mouth drop at the size, she almost drooled right on me. I stroked that long shaft til the juicy cut of meat looked even more salivating. Once it was fully hard I waved it in her face teasingly. Just inches from her mouth, I continued my investigation. She finally snapped. The allure of a big dick down her throat was just too much after all the social distancing we had to endure in 2020. She sang like a canary, then she sucked like her life depended on it, like it was her ticket to get untied from that chair. After seeing her delicious meal right in front of her for so long, her mouth was fully salivated. The drool dripped down my balls. The spit stringed along my shaft. She took it so far down she nearly hurled on it, and that made me even harder. When I finally blasted the tasty dessert to finish off her double-portion entrée, I made her savor it. She held that load of cum in her mouth enjoying the flavor. I told her to spit it out and lick it back up again. The little slut happily complied. She really thought I'd let her go at that point. But why would I after all that trouble? I had all weekend to play with her til anyone would file a missing persons report. It was only fair I take out the pent up aggressions I'd built up while she had been stalking me >8 D

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