Jackpot by Sunshine Forest

Jackpot

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>by Sunshine Forest
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>for Sarah
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> 2006

>Nola Gharas is waiting in line at the U.S. Bank on a lovely summer
>afternoon.  She is wishing she had pressed her breasts against the front
>window that day because they usually opened up another teller if she came
>in after flashing the lobby.  Just as the thought of flashing the lobby
>while she was in line began swimming through her mind, she notices the
>bulge in the pants of the man in front of her.
>     He is tall with dark hair, eyes and skin.  She thinks he must be
>Italian but maybe from southern Spain or was he Sicilian?  Maybe that was
>it.  Not really important, though.  What was important was that he kept
>turning around, looking over her head to see outside, and each time he did,
>Nola couldn’t help but notice his mule cock.
>It looked less than half soft, but it hung most of the way to his knee.
>     Just as Nola was getting wet and beginning to fantasize about
>putting this stallion’s member in every hole she could fit it in, he
>turns around, grabbing her by the neck, placing his hand over her mouth.
>He pulled out a pistol and explained to the rest of the bank that he would
>be robbing the place.  He then turned and shot the security guard in
>the head.
>     The money began pouring out of the drawers then.  Bags were filled and
>thrown toward the gunman.  Nola was somewhat frightened, especially after
>seeing the security guard get killed.  She had known the man and chatted
>with him a few times.  But the emotion that was overwhelming her was not
>fear.  She was excited.  She was excited at being the hostage during a bank
>robbery.  She was excited because something out of the drab ordinary day to
>day existence was happening.  She was excited because a gun was pressed
>tightly to her temple.  But what she was most excited about was that this
>guy’s horse dick was now pressed against her ass and getting hard.
>     After about a minute had passed, several bags of money were laying at
>their feet.  He said, “Pick that shit up, bitch, and come the fuck on.”
>Nola picked up the bags, turned to face him and said, “Hi.  My name is
>Nola.  Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”  Then she smiled deep into his
>eyes, looked down toward his pole, and then back into his eyes again.  He
>slapped the shit out of her and said, “Well, hurry the fuck up, bitch and
>let’s get out of here.”
>     Nola ran out of the bank and to his van that was parked just outside
>with him following closely behind, barking orders and directions.  She was
>put in the driver seat and the bank robber rode shotgun with his pistol
>pointed at her.  They drove out of town without being followed.  Once they
>were on a two lane blacktop in the country the robber took the wheel and
>said to Nola, “Give me head, no teeth.  I”ll hold the wheel.”
>     Nola is dripping wet as she drops to her knees between the seats, her
>left foot lightly on the gas pedal.  She can see his member pulsating
>through his jeans as she reaches for his belt.  By the time she gets the
>thing out it is semi hard and already nine inches or so.  She immediately
>places the entire cock in her mouth and somewhat down her throat.  Within a
>few strokes of her lips and tongue he is firmly erect, standing tall at
>over 12 inches.
>     “Pull over,” Nola says, admiring this fine piece of meat before her,
>”I need that in me now.”
>     “I said suck my dick, bitch,” he replies after backhanding her.
>     Which she instantly gets back to doing.  Nola is now so hot she can
>barely take it.  She needs that cock probing against her cervix, grinding
>her pussy walls, shooting steaming come down her throat.  Fuck.
>     Twenty minutes pass before he says, “Hit the brake, you stupid cunt.
>You couldn’t make a seventeen year old virgin come.  I’m going to pull over
>and fuck the shit out of you.”
>     As she hits the brakes he veers off the road onto the narrow shoulder,
>the two left tires resting on the white line.  “Get in the back and take
>off your clothes, bitch.”
>     “I never thought you’d ask, sweetie,” she responds.
>     Once she is naked he tells her to bend over.  He forcefully inserts
>his giant cock into Nola’s dripping vagina as far as it will go.  He grabs
>her left ass cheek tightly and slaps the other one violently again and
>again.  Then he takes her head by the hair and pulls her up against him,
>turning her face sideways so he can see her scream while pounds against her
>cervix for twenty or thirty seconds before he forcefully slams her face
>into the floor of the van.  She looks back over her shoulder at him as she
>picks her upper body off the ground, blood beginning to seep from her
>nose.  He slaps her across the face, this time cutting her lip against her
>teeth, and says, “Don’t look at me, you stupid cunt.”  He then removes his
>enormous shaft from her and replaces it into her anus.  It does not go in
>with ease.  The
>pain is so intense that Nola is not only screaming, but she is crying,
>too.  Eventually her ass begins to bleed and that creates some
>lubrication.  About this time, Nola decides she is done.  She loves to
>fuck, sex is great, but when she is done, she is done.  She was done
>fucking this guy soon after her ass started bleeding, but he seemed to be
>just getting started.  Nola’s forehead was pressed against the ground so
>that she could see underneath herself and behind her.  She noticed his gun
>was just behind his knees.
>     Nola was a perceptive girl.  Sometimes she truly believed she could
>read people’s minds, word for word or image for image on occasion.  And right now she was
>getting the feeling that this guy was going to kill her as he came.  He was
>the kind of sick fuck who wanted a girl’s death spasms to pull the last few
>spurts of semen from him.  Nola was now getting excited again.  Not
>excited like she had been in the bank, when she was needing that monster
>cock, but excited because it was going to be challenging and fun to kill
>this asshole before he killed her.
>     She started bouncing her ass back into him a little harder than she
>had been.  She kept pushing back harder and harder until he was leaning
>backwards slightly.  Then with all her strength she pushed him over
>backwards.  The gun was now laying between her legs.  She took it,
>turned around as she checked the safety, and unloaded it in his face.
>     She then checked the mile marker and found a big oak tree and a weird
>rock as a landmark.  She took one of the bags of money and buried it just
>inside the woods there.  She then drove back to town like a good girl to return the rest of
>the money and the bank robber’s freshly fucked carcass to the proper
>authorities.
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