Don't Accept Rides from Strangers

“How will you kill me?”

The stranger I was dancing with just a moment ago stopped and stared at me. I couldn’t read his expression. That was a first. Usually people brush me off and ignore me when I ask them to dance like this. Only a handful made it to that question.

The usual response was a laugh, or something along the lines of calling me crazy and leaving. Not this man. He was looking at me. Actually staring into my eyes as if looking for something and yet unwilling to let on to what he was thinking or how he felt about it.

“Do you want to die by my hands?” He finally spoke, still no discernible emotion from his intense gaze.

I thought about it. Really considered the question. He was quite good looking, fit in a way that demands attention but not egotistic, he carried himself well, and he was quiet in that way you know he’s got an active and intellectual mind.

I wasn’t suicidal, never have been. I don’t exactly have a death wish either, I’m just afflicted with a terminal case of curiosity.

“I don’t have any real desire to die, but I guess it wouldn’t be so bad to be killed by someone like you, as long as I’m remembered too.” My tone had a mischievous twist to it and I could feel myself grin.

The man nodded, also sporting a playful grin. “Well, I guess I would wait first. I’d want you to come to me of your own will. You know, like offering a ride and you take up the offer.” He took up my hand and pulled me closer with his other arm wrapping around my waist.

“Next I’d be looking for an out of the way spot to pull over. Like a rest area...”

“A lot like the one we are in now?” I offered, that grin on my face never leaving. His words sinking into me and causing a warmth to accumulate in my core.

He chuckled, such an alluring sound, “Yeah, like this one. We’ve been driving a bit, you wouldn’t question a pit stop to stretch a bit, would you? Like you mentioned, a great way to shake off fatigue is a dance.”

I nodded my head, he spun me and held me close once more as the music on the car stereo continued, “I suppose not. It makes perfect sense to me seeing as I suggested it.”

He began to slow some until we stood still, the music fading from my mind as all that mattered then was him. His presence, his eyes, the way he held me close. It was all so intoxicating. I was his prey, willing and ready to be a sacrifice to his desires.

“Next I’d wrap my hands around your lovely neck,” his voice lowered, taking on a huskier edge, “my fingers over your throat, slowly starting to tighten and cut off the air and blood flow, like this...” His grip around my neck was slowly getting tighter, it was such a new and erotic experience for me. I lifted my chin slightly, my eyes growing heavier.

“Please don’t close those blue eyes, I want to see the moment the light of your life is extinguished.” I obeyed the demand he disguised as a request. It was a bit difficult in the growing euphoria I was feeling, but I managed open my eyes and stare into his dark brown gaze. I was beginning to see something, the stir of excitement in his eyes. It made my heart leap.

“I love it, seeing that final look.” His smile took on a cruelty that only fueled my desire. I could feel my legs trembling, not with fear, something more carnal.

“Keep going, please ... I need you.” My voice was barely a whisper.

That elicited a bit of confusion in him, I could see a slight shift in his gaze, an unease perhaps. He didn’t let go, he kept his hold on my neck and brought his face closer to mine, locking his lips with my own. He caressed my cheek with his tongue and made his way to my ear, a little nibble then he whispered, “I think I’m going to keep you, but first I’ll satisfy your curiosity my sweet.”

The way he spoke caused a chill within me, my skin prickling, and that tremble in my legs grew stronger. I could feel a slight drip down my leg.

“After your dead I’ll take your still warm corpse someplace no one would find you until I’m long gone.” His grip on my neck released, and just as I took a sharp inhale he hoisted me up and over his shoulder as if I were nothing more than a bag of feed.

He set me on a nearby picnic table unceremoniously. I guess if I’m a corpse now it really didn’t matter my head his the wood with a thud. I really didn’t mind it though, this little role-play was just what I didn’t know I needed.

He stood over me, his form even more intimidating at this angle. He trailed a finger from my chin and between my breasts over my blouse. He continued down to the waistband of my skirt. He seemed to be considering if he wanted to lift my skirt, or if he wanted to remove it.

“I know I’m dead right now, but just so you know, I’m not wearing any underwear.”

He looked at me, a small laugh escaped his throat, “Really? That makes this easier.”

He slid his hand under the skirt, finding my now soaked pussy and playing with my clit. I struggled to keep down a moan but ultimately failed.

“Shhh, you’re dead, remember?” He teased.

Thunder cracked in the distance, but the storm was raging fiercely within me already. I wanted him so bad I felt the fire in me growing in intensity. Was he purposefully taking his time just to torment me?

“Well, now that I have you on your back, I’m going to violate you in every way I possibly can. You still want to die by my hand?” He asked as he slowly lowered his pants, revealing such a gloriously erect cock.

My breathing quickened as I saw it, at that moment I wanted nothing more than to feel it penetrating me in every way, like he was saying he’d do.

“Please, please dominate me in every way.” I managed to squeal.

I will never forget the look he gave me in that moment. The closest I could relate it to would be ‘A well pleased monster’. I didn’t get any pre-warning before he rammed me so hard I couldn’t help but scream louder than I ever had in my life.

He placed one hand over my mouth and the other around my neck, squeezing tighter than before. “Shhh, you’re dead.” He said as he began to thrust quickly, in and out. The picnic table squealed in protest as his rhythmic movements pushed me against the surface.

Tears formed and fell from the corners of my eyes, but I was in such a state of ecstasy I didn’t care if he really did strangle me to death.

My drenched pussy was the perfect environment for his thick cock, I found myself tightening around him. I had never felt so amazing, none of my past partners had ever elicited from me a reaction like this.

He removed his hands and instead gripped my hips tightly, thrusting hard still. I couldn’t help myself in the moment, I know, I was supposed to be dead, but this was too incredible to ignore.

I lifted my legs from the edge of the table and placed them over his shoulders, squeezing a bit just to feel the girth more intensely.

He let it slide that his corpse-girl seemingly reanimated and placed it’s own legs on him. “I’m sorry, I know I’m dead, but even a ghost can’t deny it, no one has ever made me feel like this. You’ve got me, I’m totally yours...” I managed through heavy breaths and moans, “Oh god, I need you!”

He seemed to be getting close to a climax, I was excited at the thought of him filling my pussy with his hot cum. He had another idea.

In a quick, fluidic movement of someone who had obviously done this before, he pulled out of my pussy and flipped me over, positioned himself to stand on the seat of the table and lifted my hips up, then proceeded to rail me doggy-style.

The abruptness caused me to scream again. This time, instead of placing a hand over my mouth, he slipped three fingers into my mouth, playing a bit with my tongue, and he squeezed my ass with his other hand, returning to that quick, rough cadence of his dick, now thrusting in and out of my asshole.

He really meant it when he said he’d violate me every way. I hoped that meant oral too.

He kept it up for a good while before filling my ass with his seed, slowly pulling out and releasing me. I collapsed immediately.

He turned me over again so I was facing the now dark and cloudy sky, a satisfied smile plastered to my face as my chest heaved with each breath.

Once again I couldn’t detect any trace of emotion from him. He just stared down at me, as if I really were nothing more than a corpse.

He leaned closer until his mouth was mere inches from my ear, “I’m going to keep you. You’re not allowed to die on me, you’re not allowed to let anyone touch you. You’re all mine.” He sealed it with a kiss.

“Does that mean I get an encore?” I asked breathlessly.

He grinned that playful grin from earlier, “Of course, I want to feel that tongue on my dick too.”