KNOCKED UP BY THE HITMAN

by Nicole Fox

  Here goes nothing, I thought.

  I opened my mouth a bit and moved closer and closer. Soon, my lips touched the end of Russell’s cock, and I gave it a wet kiss before moving my mouth away.

  “Hope that wasn’t all you were planning on doing,” Russell said.

  No more delaying it, I thought.

  I returned my lips to his head and kissed it again, then again, my lips wet. I took a little more in with each kiss, eventually wrapping my lips around the entirety of his head. Once I had that much in, I let his head rest against my tongue, letting Russell enjoy the warm wetness of my mouth for a few long moments. Then, I pulled my lips back. His cock had an … enticing flavor. It was a little salty, and the small bit of cum that had come out was almost sweet. I felt my hesitations melt away by the moment. I opened my mouth once again and took all of his head into my mouth again, this time lashing his skin with my tongue, dragging it slowly along his cock as I moved my lips over the sensitive ridge of his head.

  Soon I was taking his head in and out of my mouth at a steady rhythm. I worked the long length of his prick with my right hand, doing my best to coordinate my motions. I knew that I wasn’t the most skilled blowjob-giver in the world, but did my best. And strangely, I felt a strange compulsion to please Russell. I found myself looking up at him with a mouthful of his head, massaging his balls gently as I watched his expression for hints of pleasure. But he only looked down at me with a stone face, as though he was evaluating my work rather than taking enjoyment.

  I felt the kind of pressure that one would feel doing their job knowing their boss was watching. However, instead of making me feel nervous, it only enticed me to do better, to really give it my all. So, I decided to go a little further. After sucking his head for a time, I let my jaw relax. My tongue still busy on his prick, I prepared to take more of his many inches into my mouth.

  But Russell wasn’t in the mood to wait.

  I felt his hand on the back of my head. Taking a handful of my hair, he pushed with no small amount of force on my head, his cock shoving down further into my mouth. The feeling was … intense. I had no idea how I did it, but I managed to take nearly all of his length into my mouth. And he didn’t let me move. Once his prick was nearly entirely in my mouth, he held my head still there for a time. I grabbed onto Russell’s hips, holding on for dear life as I attempted to adjust to the feeling of my mouth being entirely filled with his manhood.

  The urge to gag arrived, but I did my best to suppress it. Eventually, Russell took his hand away and I withdrew his cock from my mouth. I grabbed onto the base of his shaft as I took deep breath after deep breath.

  “Do it again,” he commanded.

  His tone made it clear that this was non-negotiable.

  I looked down the length of his cock and readied myself to go in once more. Letting my jaw go slack, I moved my lips along his member and took it in, inch by inch. I still couldn’t believe just how big this thing was. This time, I didn’t need Russell’s help. I took the whole thing down, nearly gagging as I did. And as I held his cock deep in my mouth, a strange sense of pride welled within me.

  I continued like this for a while, paying attention to his head, licking and sucking on it before going down for the whole thing. Russell was mostly quiet, but occasionally he let out a grunt that gave me the impression that he was enjoying himself. The room was still and silent aside from the wet sucks of my sucking and slurping, and before too long I was in a good rhythm.

  But before I could get close to finishing him, Russell slipped a hand under my arm and pulled me up. He looked down at me, his eyes boiling with an emotion that I couldn’t quite put a finger on, but looked like something between passion and heated intensity. I stood silent, having no idea what he had in mind for me next.

  Then he put his hands hard on my hips.

  “Take off your clothes,” he said, looking me up and down once again. “Now.”

  I nodded slowly. Slipping my fingers under my shirt, I pulled my top off and tossed it back onto the futon. Next, I stepped out of my shoes then pulled my pants off, leaving me in nothing but my simple white bra and panties. Dressing sexy hadn’t really been a priority since I’d started living in my car, and I hoped that my appearance wasn’t too much of a turn-off.

  “And the rest.”

  Russell’s words were all irresistible commands. It was like there was some strange power behind his voice that stripped away my ability to say no. All I could do was wonder was what kind of hold this man had on me.

  I reached behind me and undid the clasp to my bra. I pulled the straps off of my shoulders and my breasts came tumbling out. Next, I stepped out of my panties and kicked them to the side. Russell looked at my body hard, deep draws of air going in and out of his nose. He reminded me of some kind of animal, like a bull about to tear off on a charge, the humanity of his shimmering blue eyes offsetting the primal intensity that ran through his body.

  Russell then pulled his undershirt off, revealing a sculpted, ripped physique that was so gorgeous to behold that it nearly brought me to my knees. His perfectly sculpted pecs were covered with more tattoos, and I found my eyes leaping from design to design. Before I could inspect him for too long, he stepped out of his jeans and was soon standing there completely naked, his legs just as thick and beefy as the rest of his body. Russell was a specimen of manhood that I’d never before seen in person, and the combination of it and his commanding personality served to render me nearly helpless before him. He could’ve told me to kill someone at that moment and I probably would’ve done it.

  But he had something else in mind. He clamped his hands down on the curves of my bare hips, his grip rough and strong. Then he turned me around forcefully, my hair spinning around my head as he did. Next, he pushed me towards the couch. I clambered onto it, now on my hands and knees. I couldn’t see Russell now, but I could hear him breathe heavily through his nose as he squeezed my hips and ass. He gave my right cheek a hard squeeze before bringing his hand back and slapping my ass hard. The crack of his flesh against mine rang through the silence of the apartment, and I let out a gasping moan as the pain shot through my body. Before I had a chance to say anything in response, Russell brought his hand back and connected with my ass again, this time on the other cheek.

  “Oh, fuck,” I exclaimed, the words shooting out of my mouth, propelled out by the force of his blow.

  The feeling was … odd. It was a perfect blend of pain and pleasure, and it was incredible.

  Russell then grabbed me by the hips and pulled me closer to him. He ran his hands over my curves once more, and the sensation of his firm, strong hands moving over my body sent a shiver of pleasure across my skin. I couldn’t believe that I was feeling this way, but I was. Something was coming over me, some feeling that implored me to surrender to Russell. The rational part of my mind wanted me to resist, but even if that aspect of my mind had won out; I knew that Russell was going to take whatever he wanted, whether I wanted him to or not.

  And as strange as it sounds, that was totally fine with me.

  He gave my ass one more solid spank before sliding his hand up my legs and spreading them apart. I gasped as his finger grazed the outside of my sex, and I couldn’t believe that I was already wet and ready for what he had in mind. I knew he was going to enter me at any moment, and all I could do was picture that massive member of his in my mind and wonder how there was going to be enough space for it in my little body.

  A moment later, I found out.

  I felt Russell place the head of his cock on the opening of my pussy, and before I had a chance to react, he drove himself into me, hard and deep. I let out a shriek and a gasp as he entered me, and my hands clenched onto the fabric of the couch. My face tightened into a wince as my body worked to accommodate Russell’s enormous prick. But only a moment or two after he buried himself deep into me, the feeling of tightness and fullness was almost overwhelming.

  “Oh, fuck, oh God,” I said, grabbing as hard as
I could onto the couch, the fabric straining under my grip.

  Russell said nothing, instead pulling out of me slowly. As soon as he removed himself I craved him to enter me again. I needed it, and I couldn’t help it. This urge was soon fulfilled as he entered me once again, burying himself to the hilt another time. Once Russell had confirmed that I was able to … accommodate him, his pace increased. He began bucking into me hard, driving his cock deep into me over and over. The sound of his hips crashing into my ass sounded throughout the apartment, punctuated by my moans and Russell’s grunts. He held onto my hips hard, his firm grip sending that same mixture of pain and pleasure through my body.

  He brought down his hand again on my ass as he fucked me, and I let out another breathy gasp. It was almost too much. Russell’s cock jammed in and out of me, and I felt as though I was hanging on for dear life as he fucked me hard.

  “Don’t … stop …” I moaned.

  I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. Russell was simply taking what he wanted, and though I knew I should’ve said at least a word in protest, my body had already surrendered, and my mind was doing the very same by the second. After all, not only did he have a huge, thick cock, he knew how to use it. Each time he plunged into me he managed to hit the exact spot that I wanted him to, his girth stimulating me in ways that I ’hadn’t even thought were possible.

  Soon, to my shock, I felt an orgasm begin to approach. At first, it was merely a distant hint on the horizon, but with each thrust of Russell’s titanic cock, it drew closer and closer. I’d always had a hard time cumming from sex, but with Russell it was different; his animal intensity was bringing out something in me that allowed me to submit to him in just the right way I needed to in order to cum.

  Russell’s pounding was relentless. He buried himself over and over, and I almost felt as though he was going to split me in half at any moment. I was impaled by him over and over, and I couldn’t believe how good it all felt. As he fucked me, Russell reached up and squeezed my hanging, bouncing breasts, his fingers rubbing my nipples in a manner that was simply divine.

  His grunting grew deeper and harder, and I could sense that he was getting close to cumming. The pace of his thundering thrusts quickened, and screams slipped out of me. As if to shut me up, or maybe just to dominate me further, Russell grabbed the back of my hair and shoved my face into the couch, muffling my cries. This should have struck me as an indignity, but the feeling was actually the opposite; I loved it. I loved the way he took control and fucked me hard, slapping my ass and pulling my hair. It was like I was under some spell, one that made me desire his cock more than anything.

  Then, suddenly, I came. I came hard, the orgasm rushing through my body like a crackling wave of pleasure. It was good that my face was buried into the couch, as my moans otherwise would’ve alerted everyone in the city that I was having what had to have been the most intense orgasm of my life. My body felt white-hot and my limbs turned to putty. I lost total control over myself as the orgasm took hold; it was beyond incredible.

  Russell’s orgasm soon followed. He pulled out of me and came, his cum shooting out onto my back and ass in hot spurts. He grunted with each spray of cum, and I couldn’t believe how much I enjoyed the feeling of him emptying himself onto me.

  Soon, he was done. I collapsed into a sweaty heap, my limbs barely able to support my body.

  Things were just getting stranger and stranger by the minute.

  Chapter Seven

  Alyssa

  “Bathroom’s down the hall. Take a shower if you want.”

  I was still in an orgasmic daze when Russell finally spoke. Opening my eyes, I watched as he put his clothes back on, snatched his keys up from the small table by the door, and left. The door locked with a heavy ‘thunk’ behind him.

  Regaining my breath and my presence of mind, I got up and walked over to the door. I tried the handle and, sure enough, it was locked. The lock he’d set didn’t appear to be able to opened from the inside, and I realized that I was stuck in that apartment.

  So much for trust, I thought to myself.

  Still naked, I walked into the bath to clean myself up, then to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water. Drinking it slowly, my eyes scanned around the apartment. It was a small place, but well-organized. Everything there, from the things in the kitchen to the guns on the shelves, was arranged neatly. It was the apartment of a man who didn’t have anything to prove, who just got what he needed in order to live and didn’t care for spending money or time on unnecessary luxuries. All in all, it was fitting with the impression of Russell that I’d gotten so far.

  Finishing my water, I realized that a shower did sound really, really nice. I hadn’t had one since I’d snuck into some gym in Levittown the day before yesterday, and the longer I considered the idea, the more my muscles seemed to ache and cry out for the relaxing spray of hot water. Grabbing a beer, I decided that a shower sounded just right.

  I entered the bathroom, which was as Spartan and neat as the rest of the apartment. The walls were off-white, and the counters were slate gray granite. The shower was surprisingly large, and stepping in I saw that there was a large, stainless steel showerhead, the kind that sprayed out multiple streams of water.

  Maybe he isn’t immune to all luxury after all, I thought.

  I turned on the shower and water blasted out so hard and hot that I had to remove my hand. After fiddling with the knobs, I brought the stream of water down to a temperature and heat that was comfortable. Grabbing my beer, I stepped into the stream of hot water.

  “Oh, Gooood,” I said, the hot water pounding against my bare skin.

  It was heavenly. After the last few days, a hot shower was nothing short of decadence to me, and one with a showerhead like this that sprayed out multiple intense streams of steaming water, massaging the tension out of my tired, sore muscles, well, it was about the nicest thing I could’ve imagined.

  I sipped my beer as I stood under the water, the events of the evening settling into my mind. I was now alone for the first time since Cory had hopped into my car, and as I looked back on what I’d gotten myself into, I felt overwhelmed and frightened. After all, I’d just agreed to … well, what had I agreed to? Russell had said that the sex that we’d just had was the first “payment” that I was making. Was he intending to keep me locked up in here as some kind of live-in sex slave? It wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility, but something told me that if he lived like this then he probably wasn’t the type to have the need for his own personal escort. And I didn’t think a man who looked like him had any trouble getting whatever women he wanted, when he wanted them.

  So what did he want from me? Was I going to be a drug mule? A patsy? A maid? He had been pretty mum about the whole thing. As I let the water work out the knots and tension in my muscles, I tried to tell myself to just relax, that I’d find out sooner or later what he had in mind, and that for now I should just be happy that I had a warm place to sleep; not to mention an escape plan down the road when Russell got me set up with that fake identity he’d told me about.

  But what if he was lying about that? What if he’d just told me whatever I wanted to hear in order to get me to go along with whatever he had in mind for me? Though this seemed to be a real possibility, I was able to let this idea go. Though Russell seemed tough as nails and not one to abide by any nonsense, I didn’t get the impression that he was a liar.

  I stayed in the shower for so long that my skin became soft and pruny. Turning off the stream of water, I stepped out and dried off. The towel wrapped around my body, I lay down on the couch, telling myself that I’d just relax for a bit before checking around for something appropriate to sleep in.

  I was out in less than a minute.

  # # #

  I awoke to the sound of the front door jangling. My eyes shot open, and both awareness of where I was and the fact that someone was coming in dawned on me simultaneously. Looking down, I saw that my breasts were hanging
out of my towel, and I was only just able to wrap the thing around my body before the door opened.

  It was Cory.

  Though I barely knew Russell, I found that his quiet, hard confidence instilled in me a sense of calm, a feeling that I was safe around him. Cory, on the other hand, with his erratic, unpredictable ways, made me feel the exact opposite. Just seeing him standing there at the door put me ill at ease. He looked at me from the doorway with those watery blue eyes of his.

  “Oh, hey girl,” he said. “Didn’t know if Russ’d put you up here or if he’d stuck you in a hotel somewhere.”

  “Hey,” I said weakly, my eyes darting around and looking for something more to cover myself up with.

  At that moment I wanted to be around anyone else other than him. Even from where I sat, I could tell that there was something off about him, that he seemed a little jumpier and sketchier than he should’ve been. Something about the way his body moved … just seemed strange. I wondered if he was on some kind of drug, or combination of drugs; everything that Russell had said about him made it seem like his little brother had an issue with things like that.