“Check please,” she shouted.
EPILOGUE
Even though the sun had been down for hours, the temperature was almost too much to bear. The Arizona summers often had temperatures at night in excess of a hundred degrees until long after sundown.
“It’s so fucking hot. I can’t believe you want the top off of this thing,” Ryan laughed.
“It’s a Jeep. It shouldn’t even have a top. You should take that little fabric fucker and toss it in the dumpster,” Ami responded as she looked toward the gas pumps and back toward Ryan.
“Well?” Ryan asked.
“You can either unzip ‘em or I will. Jesus, act like we haven’t done this before,” Ami rolled her eyes.
“Every time,” Ryan sighed.
“Yeah, every time we do this, we fuck first. Just in case. I can’t take any chances,” Ami responded.
As soon as Ryan unzipped his pants, Ami leaned over the console of the Jeep and began sucking his cock. Her lips worked up and down the thick shaft as it became fully erect in her mouth. As she sucked and slobbered, she cupped Ryan’s balls in her hand. Ryan began to moan as Ami groaned in pleasure.
“I can’t take it anymore,” Ryan laughed.
“Pussy,” Ami giggled as she lifted her head from Ryan’s lap.
“Move your arm,” Ami demanded as she raised her leg over the console.
“You’re going to face me?” Ryan asked as he turned and looked out each side of the Jeep and into the empty parking lot.
“It’s midnight in the middle of fuckwater Arizona – what are you afraid of? I want you to bite my titties. Jesus. Can a girl get any satisfaction?” Ami shook her head as she climbed onto Ryan’s lap.
“Well, pull down your shorts,” Ami said as she hovered over Ryan’s waist, one hand on the console and one on the Jeeps half-door.
As Ryan pushed his cargo shorts to his knees, Ami lowered herself onto Ryan’s lap. As she positioned herself between Ryan and the steering wheel, she reached between Ryan and the jeeps door, and pulled the lever to recline the seat. As the seat reclined, she raised her dress to her waist.
“Fuck the shit out of me,” Ami growled.
Ryan reached between his legs and guided his stiff cock into Ami’s wet pussy. As she lowered herself onto the full length of his swollen shaft, she groaned. As she closed her eyes in pleasure, Ryan reached behind her back and placed his hands on top of her shoulders. Pressing his feet to the floorboard of the Jeep, he began to raise and lower his hips slowly.
“No, fuck me like it’s going to be the last time. Now fuck me,” Ami demanded in a stern tone.
Ami began to moan loudly as Ryan increased his speed. The sound of his thighs slapping against her ass and the back side of her legs echoed off of the concrete wall of the gas station. Pulling down on her shoulders, and forcing himself deep inside of her, Ryan began to growl.
“Fuck yes. Growl. God that makes me want to cum. Growl,” Ami pleaded as she opened her eyes momentarily.
As Ryan continued to pound himself deeply into Ami’s pussy, she reached up and pulled her dress down, revealing her breasts. Ryan’s continuous thrusts against her caused them to bounce considerably. Grasping her boobs in each of her hands, Ami began to pinch her nipples in between her index fingers and her thumbs.
“Talk shit while you fuck me baby, or I’m gonna forget you’re in there,” Ami said under her breath as she opened her eyes.
“You like that fat cock inside of your tight little pussy, you little whore?” Ryan asked in a stern demanding tone.
“Oh hell yes I do,” Ami shouted back.
“Squeeze those big titties for me, baby. Pinch those nipples,” Ryan demanded.
“Yes, baby whatever you say,” Ami responded as she pulled her nipples harshly.
“I love filling your little bitty pussy with my huge cock,” Ryan bellowed as he pounded deeper and deeper into Ami’s soaking wet pussy.
Ami bounced up and down from the force of Ryan fucking her, her boobs bouncing as her body raised and lowered on his thighs. With her eyes closed, she bit her bottom lip and grunted as she continued to pull on her nipples repeatedly.
“Fuck yes, I’m about there. Fuck me. God fuck me. Harder. Harder. Oh God yes. You fucking animal. Fuck me,” Ami screamed.
“I want you to cum all over me. Do you understand me, you little nympho?” Ryan mumbled as Ami bounced on his thighs.
“Bite my titties,” Ami screamed as she reached over Ryan’s shoulder sand grabbed his head.
Pulling his head into her chest, Ami screamed as Ryan began to bite her nipples and growl. His mouth alternating from one to the other, Ryan bit her nipples and pulled against her flesh with his teeth, stretching her breasts outward as he did so. As he continued to bite her breasts, he released her shoulders and wrapped his hands around her neck. His grip tightened with each stroke of his cock into her now soaking wet pussy.
“Oh God yes. Choke me. Choke…” Ryan’s grasp of her neck prevented her from continuing to speak.
Ami opened her eyes and closed them repeatedly as she looked down and watched Ryan bite her nipples. The large post mounted lamp illuminated her face enough that Ryan could see her eyes roll back as he forced himself deep into her pussy.
Ryan’s grasp of her neck prevented her from speaking any further. As he choked her tightly, his cock began to swell inside of her. Each upward thrust of his hips caused Ami to groan and grunt. As she opened her eyes and stared straight ahead, she coughed and gasped for air.
As Ryan exhaled a loud moan, he released Ami’s neck. Gasping for breath, she opened her eyes wide and screamed. As she shouted, Ryan’s cock pulsed as he reached climax, filling Ami with cum.
“Holy fuck. Now that’s an orgasm. Jesus fucking Christ. Don’t you dare move,” Ami shouted as she sat still on Ryan’s lap.
Ryan wiggled his hips.
She swung her right hand quickly and with great precision.
Whack!
“I said don’t move. Don’t make me slap your pretty face again,” Ami barked.
“You bitch. What did I tell you about slapping me?” Ryan growled as he wiped his hand across his face.
“Sexy bitch. And what did I tell you about moving?” Ami asked.
“Fair enough,” Ryan said as he wiggled his lower jaw.
“Okay. You about ready?” Ami asked.
Ryan nodded.
Slowly, Ami rose up from Ryan’s lap and slid over the console to the passenger seat. As soon as she sat down, she leaned over the console and wrapped her lips around Ryan’s cock, licking it clean of all of the juices from their haphazard parking lot sex.
“Okay, I cleaned up my mess, pull ‘em up,” Ami laughed as she pointed to Ryan’s shorts that rested mid-thigh.
As Ryan pulled up his shorts, Ami raised the strap of her purse over her shoulder and opened the door. As she stepped out into the parking lot, Ryan opened his door and hesitated before he got out of the Jeep.
“Same as last time?” Ryan asked.
“Yeah, I mean. Well, yeah,” Ami said as she stepped around the rear of the Jeep.
“I love you, baby,” Ryan smiled as he looked down and adjusted his shorts.
“I love you,” Ami said as she leaned toward Ryan and kissed him on the lips.
“To the depths of hell,” Ami whispered as she broke the kiss.
“To the depths of hell,” Ryan repeated.
“Well, here we go,” Ami breathed as she began to walk to the front door.
As they walked toward the front door, they held hands and smiled. As Ryan opened the door for Ami to enter, she quickly scanned the store for cameras, seeing none. She rolled her eyes and shook her head sharply as she stepped through the threshold of the door, signifying there were no visible cameras.
Once in the store, Ami followed Ryan toward the refrigerated beverage cooler. As he walked in front of the cooler and studied the reflection in the glass, Ami reached both hands into her purse and removed two guns
. Ryan raised his index finger, indicating there was only one employee. As she handed Ryan one of the guns, she winked.
“To the depths of hell,” Ryan whispered.
Ami winked and turned to face the cash register. Hiding the pistol beside her leg, she stepped down the aisle, whistling as she walked.
“Alright you sad motherfucker. Today’s the day you hoped would never come. No sudden movements or it’s gonna get as messy as a shit sandwich,” Ami shouted as she leveled the pistol even with the face of the man on the other side of the counter.
“No troubles, please,” the man behind the register begged.
As Ami stood before the register, Ryan faced the front door, hiding safe behind the cover of the display of chips and crackers.
“Fuck it, you’re going to die anyways,” Ryan whispered as he watched Ami standing in front of the cashier.
“Clear,” Ryan screamed across the store, assuring Ami there were still no patrons approaching.
“Empty the register, Mo. Is that short for Mohammed?” Ami laughed as she looked at the man’s name tag.
As Ami held the pistol rock steady in front of the face of the man, he reached up toward the register. Standing with her legs spread shoulder width apart, Ami held the pistol at arm’s length as the man opened the register.
“All of it. Even what’s under the drawer and in the safe. Put it in a bag. I need this money for a new dress. This one’s covered in cum,” Ami chuckled.
The man’s hands full of bills, he reached under the register for a bag. As his hand came above the bottom of the counter, Ami caught a glimpse of something metallic and shiny. Immediately, and without thought, she pulled the trigger.
The explosion was deafening inside the small store.
The right side of the man’s head exploded, splattering the glass behind the register with brain matter and blood. As he fell backward, he dropped the shotgun on the floor beside where he had been standing.
“Still here,” Ami screamed.
“That’s my girl,” Ryan shouted as he walked toward the register.
“Son-of-a-bitch, what a fucking mess,” Ryan’s eyes widened as he saw the blood on the glass.
“Well, you should have seen the size of his head, it’s huge. Well, it was huge,” Ami said as she leaned over the counter and looked down at the now dead man’s half missing head.
“Grab a couple Red Bull’s and a sack of Chicharones, and I’ll get the money,” Ami said as she stepped up and onto the countertop.
“Chee cha what’s?” Ryan asked over his shoulder as he walked toward the beverage cooler.
“Chicharones,” Ami shouted as she hopped down off the counter into the puddle of blood.
“Awe fuck,” Ami screamed as she slipped in the blood.
Ami braced herself from completely falling by thrusting her hands in front of her, into the puddle of blood. Crouched on the floor in the puddle of blood, she attempted to pick up the money from the floor. As she did, her hair continuously fell into her eyes. Frustrated, she brushed her hair behind her ear with her hand. Unbeknownst to her, her bloody hand slid along the side of her face, leaving a large bloody streak as she did.
“What happened?” Ryan shouted as he opened the cooler.
“Guts, I stepped in guts. No biggie,” Ami reassured Ryan as she picked up the remaining money.
“And they’re porkfat,” Ami peered over the counter and screamed toward Ryan smiling.
Standing at the cooler, Ryan turned to face Ami and made eye contact. As he stood with his hands full of Red Bull, he raised his eyebrows in wonder.
“Pigskins. Pork rinds. Whatever the fuck you wanna call ‘em. They’re low fat, low sodium, and high in protein,” Ami laughed as she picked up the money from the floor.
“That’s what I love about you, baby. You’re health conscious,” Ryan screamed across the store as he walked toward Ami.
“That and I’ll kill a motherfucker that gets in the way of my shopping habit,” Ami giggled.
“That too,” Ryan laughed.
“Headlights,” Ryan screamed as a car pulled into the parking lot.
“For fuck’s sake,” Ami screamed as she stepped over the counter, one hand full of bloody money, the other bloody hand holding her pistol.
She stood facing Ryan, her face, hands and arms covered in blood. Ryan shook his head as he glanced into the parking lot at the vehicle as it pulled up alongside the gas pumps. As the driver got out and began to attempt to pump fuel, Ryan turned to face Ami.
“You look like you…” Ryan paused and shook his head as he studied the amount of blood that covered Ami.
“Been to hell and back?” Ami asked.
“Precisely,” Ryan responded.
“Only for you, baby,” Ami smiled as she looked toward the gas pumps at the car.
The driver, frustrated because the now dead attendant had not set the pump to be operational, began to walk toward the store entrance. As he walked toward the entrance, he stared down at his feet, shaking his head in frustration.
“Looks like he’s coming in,” Ryan whispered.
Ami began to walk toward the door, her gun held steady at arm’s length. As she got within a few feet of the door, the approaching man looked up and noticed Ami, the gun, blood, and money. As he did, he turned and began to run toward the car.
“Grab my fucking pigskins,” Ami screamed over her shoulder.
Without hesitation, Ami opened the door, extended her arm, and took aim.
“Run motherfucker,” Ami whispered as she looked down the barrel of the pistol.
“Fuck it, you’re gonna die anyways,” and she pulled the trigger.
Scott Hildreth, DYING TO SURVIVE (Dark Erotica)
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