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Archive name: pat-r.txt (MF, nc, rp, oral, celeb)
Authors name: Anonymous Author (c) 1997
Story title : Patricia Richardson: Carjacked

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Patricia Richardson: Carjacked (MF, nc, rape, oral)
by Anonymous Author (c) 1997

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Pat walked out of the trendy clothing store with her 
shopping bags and her purse over her right shoulder. She 
wore a red tank top and white shorts and white tennis 
shoes.

Now fifty-one she still had an outstanding body. She 
walked across the parking lot to her cream colored Lexus, 
the warm evening breeze moving her shoulder length brown 
hair lightly. She opened the trunk and put her packages 
inside then moved to the driver's door and put the key in 
the lock.

Before she could open the door she was pinned against the 
side of the car a gun stuck in her ribs. A hand grabbed 
the hair and pulled her head back. He moved close, "Do 
what I say or die," he hissed.

"Please," she said. "I Have money."

"Get in."

Pat opened the car door and slipped in, he leaned down, 
his gun pointed at her head. "Slide over into the other 
seat."

She crawled across the console and watched him get in.

"Keys please."

As she gave up her keys, Pat tried again "Please don't 
hurt me."

"Bend down, hands behind you."

"Oh God," she said weakly as she leaned forward then felt 
cold handcuffs snapped tightly on her wrists.

He put her purse on the console then said, "Relax your 
hands and extend your fingers." He removed her rings, 
then her bracelet and Rolex watch, he pushed her head 
further down and took off her necklace. He had her look 
first one way then the other and took off her diamond 
earrings. "Get on the floor facing front, head on the 
seat."

When she was positioned he forced her to reveal her ATM 
codes to him. "Okay, time for a little ride."

In silence they drove to a bank, only her soft weeping 
broke the quiet. At the bank, while he withdrew $6400, 
Pat knelt frozen in fear on the floor of her car. When he 
came back she said, "You've got what you wanted, please 
let me go."

He just drove, not answering her. Finally he pulled into 
a parking garage, up to the top level. He got out walked 
around the car and opened the door and got in and sat in 
front of her with his legs on each side of her body.

"Don't please." Patricia begged as he jerked her top and 
bra straps from her shoulders. Another tug and her 
breasts popped free.

"Nice tits for an older bitch.

She sobbed as he lifted her breasts and squeezed her 
hardening nipples.

"Mouth or pussy? Choose. Give a good blowjob or fuck and 
I'll let you go." 

"Please I'll blow you, don't do anything else to me 
please!"

He put his gun barrel at her right temple, "One tooth and 
you're dead." 

Pat nodded then gasped when she saw his eight-inch cock. 
He forced her head down and said, "Get busy bitch."

She took the tip of his cock in her mouth and started to 
gag on the salty taste, then forced more in. She licked 
the underside of his gamy shaft and sucked as hard as she 
could; hoping to get hi off and end this soon.

Leaning back he watched her head bob up and down. As she 
sucked he gave her  instructions. "Harder." "Slower." 
"Deeper." After twenty minutes he grabbed her ears and 
forced his way passed her gag reflex. Pat squirmed then 
resigned herself to the throat fucking the stranger 
wanted. He pumped her throat like a pussy, hard and 
quick. Then he shuddered and exploded down her throat.

"Swallow it," he gasped. Then, as she swallowed, he 
spewed twice more down her throat and coated her mouth as 
he pulled back. When he pulled out she coughed and sperm 
flowed from her nose, off her chin, dripping on her 
breasts. He zipped up his pants, patted her head and 
climbed into the drivers seat.

With her weeping on the floor of her car, he drove back 
where he'd found her. He grabbed her purse, uncuffed her, 
and said, "I know where you live bitch, don't forget it. 
You're a good cocksucker so maybe I'll come by for a 
visit sometime."

She heard him drive away. Pat adjusted her bra and top, 
got out of her car and stumbled to the driver side and 
got in. She drove home and never told anyone what had 
happened.

His words had burned into her mind, "He knows where I 
live." 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. 

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