“I’m getting too old for this shit,” thought Dustin Heard as the car entered back to the Hollywood Hills. He was heading for Nicole’s mansion above Los Angeles. Nicole Arbour, tan, busty. That big blonde American bitch. She was coming down. Permanent. Her and all her pretty blonde friends.
Nicole Arbour. lesbian lady. 40 years old, 5′ 10” tall, leggy, athletic, and strong. And stacked. Like a brick house. 50E-24-38. Thick blonde shoulder-length hair. Bright red lipstick, toenails, and fingernails. The golden tan from the nude beach. Nice haircut. A real live Amazon queen.
Nicole provided beautiful American blondes to Kayleigh McEnany’s escort service. A very profitable partnership. Kayleigh had crossed Donald Jr and Eric. The diversion from Trump was a big mistake. Kayleigh was dead now. Orders from Donald Jr and Eric. Now it was Nicole’s turn. Nicole is tall, beautiful, and blonde. She should have kept whoring herself. Joining Kayleigh made Donald Jr and Eric very angry. Soon Nicole would be dead too. And all those beautiful American blondes. Too bad.
As the car moved through the hills, twisting and turning around every bend in the road, Dustin wished he was behind the wheel rather than hiding on the floor in the back. He was a big guy and he was cramped, but he knew that the curvy cutie driving the car, Ashton Whitty, would soon be at Nicole’s place. She knew the way. She was one of Nicole’s many girlfriends. And Ashton had his own set of house keys. Dustin would get her keys when they arrived. And he would take Ashton too. In his special way.
Then he would have a long and pleasant visit with Nicole.
Dustin was good at keeping quiet. And in many ways, he had enjoyed this drive through the hills. He was almost sorry it was about to end. It had been fun breaking into Ashton’s car and hiding in the backseat. And then wait. Wait for Ashton to exit through the parking lot and enter. Dustin had watched her leave the building. She was blonde and leggy. Just like her boss. Only younger. About 25 years. 5’ 9” tall. Gorgeous face. Full lips. Bright blue eyes.
Golden blonde hair flowing down to her waist. Tight body. 34DD-24-36. Beautiful breasts. Alluring ass. Dressed to kill. Tight Black Leather Mini Skirt. Matching Black Leather Strapless Top. Black leather knee-high boots with 4” stiletto heels. He had a very sexy ride. Very slow. With lots of nice hip action. And her breasts looked good in that leather top. Jumping and jiggling. She was built. Very nicely built.
No time to get back
The smell of her exotic perfume filled the car as he entered. She let her long blonde locks fall over the headboard and back. It enveloped Dustin as he lay there in the darkness. He played with her lush hair a bit as she drove, running her hands through it, holding it against his face, but she didn’t seem to notice. She smelled good. Very good. And he could see between the seats.
See his long right leg stretched under the dashboard. Moving back and forth between the gas pedal and the brakes. Pumping the throttle. And the brake pedal. Thigh-high leather mini skirt. Showing off a beautiful pair of long shapely legs. Slip into very expensive stiletto-heeled leather boots. And she was excited. So very excited. He could tell. By the way, he kept touching himself with his free hand.
Clutching her breasts through her black leather top. Running his hand up and down his thigh. Slipping her fingers under her short skirt to enjoy herself as she drove. Sighing. Moan. That’s great. Very nice.
Suddenly, the car slowed down. And it turned into a long alley. Moving slowly up a steep hill to the front of a large house. It was more like a mansion. Extravagant. Very fancy. Surrounded by trees. Deep in the Hollywood Hills. It was time to get the keys from Ashton.
But before he could make a move, two figures approached from the front of the mansion. Walking to the car. Two women. Both are blonde and beautiful. Just like Ashton. Dustin watched them from his hiding place in the back seat. He already knew them. Two of Nicole’s bodyguards…and lovers.
The one on the right. Kaitlin Bennett. Big. She was a big girl. But nicely. A very nice way. He was in his early twenties. Glamorous doll face. Large smile. Deep blue eyes. Full, plump lips painted bright cherry red. Spectacular body. Busty. With legs. 5’10” tall. 38DD-24-38. Big braless breasts swaying and bouncing as she walked.
Thick, wavy, platinum blonde hair. Like Marilyn Monroe. Wearing a bright red stretch lycra dress, a mini dress with a deep V-neckline, spaghetti straps, and a plunging open back. So short that it barely covered her tight buns in the back and the red string in the front. So tight that it stretched around her full hips and round bottom like a wrap. Thigh-high backstitched silk stockings caressed her long, shapely legs. Red platform stilettos with a spiky heels encircled her beautiful legs.
A gold, orange, and black QAnon necklace hung around her neck, falling between her large breasts. Kaitlyn. A platinum blonde bombshell. It shows a lot of plunging necklines. Lots of long and curvy legs. And that perfectly round butt. Big. Tight. And hot.
And the other girl. The one on the left. Lauren Southern. About 5′ 6″. 110 lbs. The end of the twenties. Cute and curvy. Seductive baby face. Sexy smile. Dimpled cheeks. Big green eyes. Long honey blonde hair. Glossy pink lipstick. Long gold earrings and shiny gold bangles.
A gold QAnon pendant dangles from her pierced navel. Wearing a shiny metallic blue mini skirt, matching blue metallic tube top, and expensive black high heels. Her tall firm 36C breasts bounced and jiggled as she opened the front passenger door, jumped in, and began to speak.
“Ashton. Listen, Ashton. We have a problem. Nicole. She was, you know, taken away again. With another black girl. What was her name? You know. “Stacey Dash”. The one I took last night at the club and brought back here. Remember? Well, Nicole. He hated Stacey immediately. Because Stacey was black. And because of her body.
Stacey looked so good in that white leather suit with the zipper pulled down, and the big saggy breasts, her big, round butt that stretched across her back, and the platform heels she had on. And, well, you know. Stacey was a real hottie. With that body. And that long, thick, black, curly hair hanging down her back. And Kaitlin and I wanted to shoot her first. You know. Before we kill her. She was so tall and sexy. And everyone wanted it.
Nicole didn’t like that. She was so jealous. And, well, Stacey got along, you know, with all the QAnon stuff all over the mansion. And she started making jokes about “Aryan blondes” and “stupid QAnons” and stuff like that. And Nicole got very angry, as usual. Stacey got scared and tried to leave but I wouldn’t let her. We had a bit of a big fight. You know. Then I held her down and stripped her of her sexy leather outfit and tied her up.
Well, then Nicole started asking her a bunch of questions and Stacey wouldn’t answer. And, well, you know, then Nicole started working with her. I mean to work with her. Especially those big, chocolate-colored breasts. And, well, we all got carried away.
I grabbed Stacey by the neck and Kaitlin had her legs down and her hands tied she was screaming loud and kicking and all the other girls were just watching and laughing. And Nicole, well, you know, Nicole had a knife and she, she just kept, you know, worked her, you know, with the knife, over and over. Cutting it. And nobody wanted us to stop. And I did some nasty things to him. You know. Ugly. I cut off all his long, thick, black hair. Nicole will keep it as a souvenir. And I stuffed the white leather thong around her neck.
You should have seen it. His eyes were gouged out like big saucers! And I put a lot of different things in her pussy just for fun! Kaitlin went a little crazy. He did a number on Stacey’s ass with that, you know, thong thing. And Nicole used her big QAnon iron on Stacey’s breasts. And I strangled her with my hands. And it seemed to go on forever. And we, you know, killed her. Now we have to get rid of the body because it’s pretty messed up.
And, well, Nicole wants us to use your car. And, well, we have to do it now, because Nicole has a big party tonight. There are already a lot of very nice American girls here. They are all blonde and sexy! And Nicole says we can have whoever we want!
Nicole says she’ll do something special for you if you help us. She knows how turned on you are and how much you love french kissing! Come on, say yes, will you? I kiss you long and slow, with a lot of tongue, just the way you like it. And I’ll let you fuck me if you want. You know how much I really like it in my pussy! And have you seen Kaitlin? She is so ready for some hot action tonight.
Look at her in that bright red dress with all that beautiful platinum hair. God, she is so hot! She looks just like Marilyn Monroe! And you know he likes it when you wear your leather mini skirt because it makes your ass look hot! She really wants you bad tonight.
She told me that. But you better be careful. She’ll get you drunk and try to fuck your ass with her strap on when you’re too wasted to say no! Just like he did with Stacey. He’s a real thug! Just another crazy QAnon bitch like Nicole. And all the rest of us! So, Ashton, come on. You have to help us. We have to get rid of the black bitch now. Then we can all go back to the mansion to have fun. Good?”
“Sure, Lauren. I help you. No problem. It will be a pleasure. Anyway, I always hated those black bitches. They are not strong, blond and beautiful like us. Screw them’! But first you have to give me a kiss. Kind of like an “advance”. Come on, Lauren, give me some tongue. kiss me good baby Then we’ll dump her on the black whore and find some new dark-skinned whores. Someone different this time.
Not another black bitch. How about a cute Filipina girl or maybe a Mexican girl with nice breasts? We’re going to bring them back here and dish out some serious punishment and pain. I just love it when she screams and screams! Then we’ll kill them just like Stacey. Nice and slow. He deserves it. There are too many around here anyway. I’m everywhere! Let’s kill some tonight.
And this time I felt the rush! come on baby All this talk about killing more cinnamon bitches is making me so hot and horny. Kiss Me. kiss me really well! We’re going to make Kaitlin so jealous!”
Ashton and Lauren leaned in together for a deep French kiss, red lipstick mixed with pink gloss as their moist lips met and their tongues began a deep and satisfying exploration.
Dustin’s heart began to pound. He squirmed in the back seat. He felt ready to explode. Tonight’s mission had suddenly changed. It used to be “business”. Now it was “personal”. Stacey. They killed Stacey. These crazy American blonde bitches had killed Stacey. Donald Jr and Eric’s ‘Stacey’. Dustin’s “Stacey”.
He had been trying to reach her for days. Now he knew why she hadn’t called him back. Nicole. Nicole killed her Stacey. Nicole would pay for it. And these three blonde American bitches, Ashton, Lauren and Kaitlin. They would pay too. Who would have thought? They were all QAnons! Every single one of them!
Suddenly, Kaitlin appeared next to the car. In that red dress. And those high platform heels. With all that platinum blonde falling around her face and shoulders. And her big chest swelled up and down. She was frantic. Making his arms. Pointing. Pointing to the back seat. shouting shouting something. What the? What was she saying? Ashton and Lauren couldn’t make it out. “Something”, “Someone”, “behind”. What the?
“What the hell is he talking about? Ashton, roll down the windows.”
Ashton pushed the button and all four windows rolled down. Kaitlin screamed.
“There is someone behind your car! In the back seat! There’s a guy in the back seat of caaaarrrrr! Ahhhhhhhhh! Noooooo! Leave me! Nooounnngggghhh!”
Dustin had already made the move. And it struck like lightning. Standing up to the window, she reached out, running her hand down the front of Kaitlin’s low-cut red dress to her plunging cleavage. He grabbed one of her luscious 38DD braless breasts with his strong right hand, squeezing her hard, jerking her forward, pulling her head through the open window before pressing the button again.
Before Kaitlin could retreat outside, the window rose, closing over her slender neck, trapping her gorgeous face and platinum blonde curls inside the car while her voluptuous body and long stocking-clad legs squirmed outside. Kicking and squirming. Choking and gurgling. Twist and turn. Squeaking. And screaming. And screaming. Kaitlin’s red stiletto sandals scraped on the gravel driveway as she tripped over the side of the car. Yelling and screaming. Pushing the smoky window. Banging his fists on the glass.
Clenching the window with her fingers, she frantically pushed against the immovable glass with her hands, trying to break the iron grip the window had on her head and neck. Kaitlin’s large breasts spilled from the v-neckline of her red minidress, flattening against the cold windowpane.
Her round firm ass strained in the short tight dress, large buns moving wildly as her thrashing and screaming intensified. Her tongue hung out sexily between her ruby red lips and her big blue eyes widened and widened as she began to slowly choke, her head caught in the closing window.
“One down, two to go,” Dustin thought as he turned his attention to Ashton and Lauren. But the two blondes were already exercising. He could see them both. Reaching for something. Ashton’s hand was in the glove box of the car. Lauren was in the purse. They were pulling out guns. And turning to the back seat. Dustin’s mind began to race.
“Damn, an hour ago I thought these American chicks were just a bunch of high class prostitutes. What’s with all the damn guns? And all this QAnon crap?”
As he finished his thought, Dustin grabbed a hand of Ashton’s mane of long blonde hair and gave it a hard squeeze, pulling the screaming blonde from her sitting position and halfway back over the driver’s seat. With her head and shoulders now hanging in the backseat, the voluptuous whore continued to scream. And screaming. And screaming. Waving the gun in the air, trying to go down.
Big breasts come out of her top. Mini buckskin is high on her firm thighs. Spiked boots clattered against the steering wheel and windshield as her long legs pumped and kicked.
Dustin opened his Italian stiletto knife and inserted the 13 inch blade through the back of the driver’s seat and into Ashton’s back, impaling the screaming blonde on the long stainless steel knife blade.
The blade cut through the fabric of the seat, shiny leather, soft skin, toned muscle and hard bone before exploding into Ashton’s large right breast, slicing up through her juicy rump, pushing through the nipple and the front of her head strapless, leaving a jagged hole in the tight material of the black leather top, the bloody tip of the knife sticking up and out.
Ashton’s big blue eyes widened in disbelief, her gaze locked on the sharp blade protruding from her once-perfect breast. Her mouth fell open in a soundless scream as blood began to flow from the corners of her large red lips. Then it started. Wild fight. The furious clash of weapons. The violent kick of long, booted legs. And the noises. Screaming noises. A rising crescendo of kicks and screams as the spiky blonde tried in vain to free herself from the 13-inch blade that held her to the chair.
Just then, Lauren turned around, pointing her gun at the backseat. Dustin yanked the gun from Ashton’s shaking right hand and stuck the barrel between the seats. The simultaneous roar of two guns filled the air with a deafening noise. Dustin felt the hot breath of Lauren’s bullets whistling past his ear and heard the shattering of glass behind him as the window exploded.
A near miss for Dustin, but no such luck for Lauren.
Two hot slugs penetrated Lauren’s right breast while another tore into the center of her large left tit, wiping out her large erect nipple. A fourth bullet tore open her beautiful navel, shattering the gold QAnon belly piercing, burrowing deep into her tight gut. She gasped and grunted as her body flew back, hitting the door hard, forcing it open.
As blood oozed from the three black burned holes in her bright blue top, trickled down her tight stomach, and dripped from her pretty pink mouth, she began to fall back into the opening passenger door. Lauren’s long legs parted, forcing her metallic blue mini skirt up her thighs and exposing her rhinestone-embroidered black satin thong. And a little tattoo. On the inside of the right thigh. A QAnon. A small QAnon tattoo. Cute. Very nice.
Trying to pull herself back up, she clutched desperately at the passenger seat with her left hand as she waved the gun frantically with her right. Trying to straighten up. He had to give up another shot. She had to. But she was falling out of the car. And he couldn’t pull himself back in.
The harder he struggled, the further his head and shoulders slid down the door. Long legs now spread wide, Lauren’s right foot was caught under the dash while her left leg sat between the seats with a high heel pump dangling behind. As she fell further out the door, her right hand hit the edge of the dashboard hard. Lauren lost her grip on the gun, and it clattered to the asphalt, mere inches from her outstretched hand.
Dustin sat back, taking a second to catch his breath. But his ears began to ring. From all the noise. Ashton’s screams combined with Lauren’s moans and Kaitlin’s gurgles were starting to give her a major headache. It’s time to make a decision. See.
“Eenie, Meanie, Minie, Moe, grab a QAnon bitch by the toe, if she screams…kill her first.”
Ashton. Yes, he would have to deal with Ashton first. It made sense. He certainly made the most noise. Lauren just moaned. And Lauren was no longer a threat. He had lost his weapon. And she was standing at the door. Gut punch. foot shot. And bleeding all over the top of the bright blue tube. And Kaitlin wasn’t going anywhere either, her head stuck in the window. And besides, she was just choking and gurgling. Ashton. Yes, Ashton would be first.
Dustin watched her struggle desperately. Her long blonde hair hangs behind her, draping over the backseat, swaying back and forth as she squirms and squirms. He loved the way she looked in that sexy black leather outfit. Everything was so short and sweet.
Her tall, black, pointe-heeled boots clattered and clattered against the steering wheel and the ceiling of the car as she madly kicked, kicked, kicked those long shapely legs. Her tight leather mini stretched around her firm bottom, sliding up and down her long, toned thighs as she twisted and turned. Her gorgeous breasts swelled and protruded from her leather top, the long tip of the knife rising like a silver tip from the center of her huge right breast.
Then he saw her. The tattoo. A little QAnon. Same as Lauren’s. High on the inside of her left thigh. Right next to the black leather thong that barely covered her neatly trimmed pussy. He wondered if Kaitlin had one too. A tattoo…and a thong…and a nice pussy. He would find out soon enough.
Dustin leaned in close, whispering in Ashton’s ear as he stroked his long blonde hair with his left hand, stroked his skin with his right, and used his tongue to slowly lick the blood dripping from the sharp blade of the knife. which issued from her breast. .
“I heard your friend Lauren say you like the ‘long, slow French kiss.’ Do you want some now? Let me show you my special technique. You will love it. Every now and then I use it on a beautiful girl like you. It will be a once in a lifetime experience for you. He is a real killer. I guarantee.”
Dustin began to slowly lick Ashton’s red lips, then pinched his nostrils, just before placing his mouth over hers. The talented Italian assassin locked his lips on hers, forcing his tongue down her throat as her squirming and wild screams intensified. He kissed her deeply, dipping his tongue in and out of her mouth, rolling it around her as she frantically gasped for air.
Her long hair swayed back and forth behind her as she bucked and rolled in her chair, scratching at Dustin with her red-painted fingernails as he kissed her deeply… and stopped her from breathing.
Dustin continued his kiss of death, keeping his mouth closed over Ashton’s ruby red lips, pinching his nose with his left hand as he used his right to explore her voluptuous writhing body. Sliding his fingertips back and forth across her flat stomach. Stroking the front of her leather mini.
Reaching underneath to caress and pinch the front of her shiny leather thong. Exploring the sweetness that lay beneath. Stroking his big, throbbing cocks. Squeezing and squeezing and squeezing her magnificent breasts through the soft and sexy skin of her strapless top. Once more, he whispered in her ear.
“Okay baby. Get ready. Here it comes. This is for Stacey.”
Dustin grabbed the handle of the knife sticking out of the chair, slowly pulled the blade out, then thrust it back in. Again and again and again, he pulled out the knife and stuck it back into the chair. And in Ashton. With each deep thrust, more of the bloody tip of the knife exploded up and out of her rolling and heaving breast.
Ashton shook and shivered, sitting up in her seat every time the sharp blade tore a new jagged hole in her tight leather top. She stood up one last time, her back arching, her breasts up, her eyes wide, her legs flailing, moaning loudly, then she fell back. Silent. Motionless. Dead.
One down, two to go.
Dustin leaned forward. Sweat. He kissed Ashton again, plunging his tongue deep into her wet mouth as he ran his hands through the long mane of thick blonde hair hanging from the floor of the back seat. That was definitely hard work. But still very satisfying. And at least it was a little quieter now. Just one girl moaning and another girl gurgling. Next he would deal with Lauren.
He would save Kaitlin for last. She really looked like Marilyn Monroe. He liked that. Besides, Kaitlin was the one who had hurt Stacey the most. He would do it last. And he would enjoy her the most. Kaitlin is beautiful and sexy. Platinum blonde Kaitlin. With that tight red dress. And those long, muscular legs. And those big, firm breasts. And that round and inviting ass.
Dustin took Ashton’s gun again and looked through the front seats at Lauren, still lying on her back, slumped against the passenger door. One foot under the dashboard under the steering wheel, the other foot wedged between the seats, her pointe pump almost lying in Dustin’s lap. Legs spread wide.
The blue mini-skirt went up to her hips. squirming. squirming. Moan. Gut punch. Bullets buried in large, firm breasts. Bright blue tube top colored red. But she was still alive. And he’s still desperately trying to get his own gun back. The gun lying on the ground outside the car. Only inches from her outstretched hand.
Dustin leaned between the seats, watching Lauren closely. Admiring his beautiful face and tight athletic body. Watching her blue miniskirt rise and fall over her luscious thighs. Big breasts pushed up. Blonde hair hanging on the door. He slid the barrel of the gun up and down her long straight leg, following the contour of her sharp heel and the curve of her toned calf and thigh.
Stroking her gun up and down her leg from ankle to toe, rolling her barrel back and forth over the QAnon tattoo, pushing and groping the front of her black satin thong with the still smoking barrel. Slowly pushing the gun up and under her shiny blue metallic skirt, sliding it back, then again along her thigh. Slipping under the skirt again, then back out. Again and again. Up and down. In and out. Prick, probe, explore.
As she writhed and writhed. Reaching his arm back over his head. Trying to pick up his weapon. It was close. So close. Moving your fingertips just inches apart. She stretched out. She tensed.
Dustin was really starting to admire his effort.
“You almost got it, baby. Just try a little harder. You’re almost there. Come on. Stretch it out. You’re almost there. Come on. Just a little more. There. That’s it. You got it!”
Dustin looked at her holding the gun with his right hand. Trying to get up. I try to aim the gun.
“I heard you tell Ashton that you really like it in his pussy. Well, Ashton can’t help you with that right now, baby, but I can. I have something for you. Something hard for your pussy. Yes, something hard. And hot. Very hot. Something that will fill you up. Beautiful and deep. You know. I always make it a point to say thank you, baby. I try to say thank you. Sorry sweeties, but your time is up. This is for Stacey.”
Dustin braced himself between Lauren’s legs, sliding his gun up her thigh until it disappeared under her short skirt, rolling the barrel in slow circles over the rhinestones that adorned her shiny black satin thong. Then he pulled the trigger.
For a moment, a splitting roar rang out inside the car. Lauren grunted loudly as the hot slug made a large hole in the center of her belt, drilling into her, lifting her body into the air, throwing her onto her back. Arms flailing, legs kicking and breasts heaving, she backed out the door, pounding the ground outside the car with only her long legs still inside. Lying on her back, breasts up, she writhed and writhed, rolling, twisting, turning.
Her tight microskirt slid down her thighs, cinching at her hips, exposing her blood-soaked thong and pierced pussy. Shaped legs rose high into the air, kicking and kicking and kicking. Wild. Her towering black high-heeled pumps flew off her feet with a flutter, exposing red-painted nails and shiny gold rings.
Lauren arched her back, moaning, moaning, rolling her hips from side to side. Her struggles became weaker. She expired for the last time. Mouth open. Eyes wide open. It was over. Two down, one up. Miss Kaitlin.
Dustin slid over the chair. Face to face with Kaitlin. Now bug-eyed and turning blue, she was losing her epic battle with the window that gripped her thin neck. He needed air. From mouth to mouth. Yes, that was the answer. A little word of mouth. He runs both hands through her thick platinum hair. He licked the tip of her bulging tongue and tasted the cherry flavor of her red lipstick. He kissed her. Deep.
Probing her mouth with his tongue. And he rolled down the window. So easy. She coughed. She gasped. Gasping for air as the window fell from her neck. Giving him some room to breathe. Color was beginning to return to her beautiful face. Good. I wouldn’t want him to die too soon. There was still much to do.
Kaitlin started to scream. Holler at Dustin. One minute he was strangling himself out the window, now he was no longer silent.
“You bloody fool! Who are you? Who the hell are you? You killed Ashton and Lauren! All because of that black whore, Stacey? You’re crazy? Are you crazy damn? Mein Gott! She was nothing! Nothing! She was a worthless black whore! son of a bitch! You will never get away with this! You will never get out of here alive! We are more! Interior! We are more! We are all Arians and strong!
Not like that crying black whore, Stacey! We are all blonde and beautiful! We have guns and we will stop you! We will come after you! And kill you! Nicole will kill you for this! When I get away, I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you myself! Let me go! leave me now! pig! Let me go! Now!”
Dustin grabbed her head again, running his fingers through her thick platinum hair. He leaned in for another deep French kiss. She screamed and struggled for a moment, but then relaxed as he again probed her large red lips and warm wet mouth with his tongue. Then he pulled back.
“Ssshhhh! Shhhhhh! Be quiet, will you. You need to learn to calm down and relax a little, baby. I won’t let you go. I will kill you. Then I’m going to kill all your blonde QAnon girlfriends when they come out to see what’s going on. Then I will kill Nicole Arbour. And you can’t stop me. I heard your dead friend Lauren call you “a real ass thug.” She said you “really did a number on Stacey’s ass.”
Stacey was my girlfriend. Did you know that? I think not. What did you do to him? I wonder. I will find out. I’m going to try a few things on you. A little experiment. You’ll have to let me know if I’m on the right track. Wait. Excuse me for a minute. I think I hear someone at the back door. Your back door. And it’s a sweet back door. I’ll meet you there in a minute!”
Dustin got out of the car and walked over to the side where Kaitlin sat struggling with her head out the window. He stroked his cock to maximum hardness as he watched her squirm, squirm, scream and curse. Kaitlin’s large breasts shook and swayed inside the v-neck of her low-cut dress as she frantically pushed and pulled against the window, punching the unyielding glass.
The bright red lycra microdress clung to her curvaceous body like a second skin, the thin spaghetti straps draped over her shoulders, the open back plunging to the butt slit, the tight red lycra fabric that stretched around her full hips, covering- and barely round. hard buns. Her long, lean, well-muscled legs spilled from the hems of her dresses and into a pair of strappy red stilettos, the 5-inch spiked heels clattering and clattering on the asphalt as she tripped and wobbled.
The silk stockings caressed every inch of her lithe and lithe legs, the long, dark back seam traveling up the back of her calves and thighs like an erotic highway, leading to paradise.
Dustin came in behind her, pressing against her, pressing into her, running his hands up her bare back and over her shiny stretch lycra minidress, following the curve of her hips, over her flat stomach, up over her chest, squeezing her and squeezing it large 38DD support, back down over her cut waist, under the dress, to the red string, stroking and stroking and stroking with his hands.
Caressing her fancy stockings, running his fingertips up and down her curvy legs, squeezing her calves, then moving up her thighs to his final destination, her gorgeous ass, caressing, caressing, squeezing, feeling the squeeze of her big round buns through the lycra fabric of her tight red dress.
Dustin whispered softly in her ear as he slowly lifted the back of her tight mini…and saw the little QAnon tattoos on her beautiful big butt cheeks.
“Nice tattoos, miss. Just like your sexy, dead, QAnon bitch girlfriends. Sorry, they can’t help you. Nicole can’t help you either. You’re ass is mine now. Your ass is mine. Get ready, you big, beautiful, bootylicious, blonde bitch. Here it comes. This one’s for Stacey.”
“No! Noooooo! You fucking bastard! You can’t do this! You can’t do this to me! Wait! Wait! You’ll never get away with this! What are you doing? Don’t! Don’t touch me! Get your dirty hands off me! Go away! Stay away from me! You bastard! Don’t you dare! Don’t you dare touch me! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you! Nicole will kill you! She would never let anything happen to me!
I’m her lover! Her lover! You can’t do this! Nicole! Nicole! Help! Help me! Nicole! Nicole! Not! Nooooooo! Nooooooooooo! Nicole! Nicoleaaaaaaaahhhhhh! Annnnaaaaauuuuuhhhhhhh! Oh my gaaauuuggghhhhtt! Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnwwwwww Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
Kaitlin shrieked like a banshee, howling Nicole’s name as Dustin mounted her big, round booty from behind, plunging his huge cock deep into her hot, juicy ass, up to the hilt. Kaitlin’s high-pitched squeals echoed inside the car as Dustin thrust hard and deep, plowing her creamy Aryan ass for the very first time. He picked up the pace.
Stroking and stroking. In and out. In and out. Faster and faster. Deeper and deeper.
Pumping her ample and curvaceous buttocks hard from behind as he pulled back on the thick gold chain of her gleaming QAnon necklace, using it like reins, gripping and pulling back as he thrust hard, deep into her warm and appetizing ass, riding her like a kinky cowboy, pounding her sweet cheeks as she bucked and rolled, her head twisting and neck stretching, trapped by the closed window and strangled by her own heavy QAnon necklace.
Writhing. Squirming. Thrashing. Gurgling. Squealing. And squealing. And squealing. And squealing. And squealing. And squealing. And squealing.
Dustin slid his hands to Kaitlin’s curvy hips and pulled her back. Putting his full weight behind each thrust, he pounded her beautiful round buns with long full strokes, drilling deeper and deeper with his big, thick shaft. Her gorgeous bubble butt wiggled and jiggled, bouncing against his crotch as he continued his steady, deep stroking.
Kaitlin’s spectacular tits rolled and wobbled, swinging from side to side as Dustin continued his erotic onslaught, grinding his 10” cock in and out of her tight ass like a red hot piston. The once proud and arrogant platinum blonde QAnon bombshell wailed and squealed with each powerful thrust, rising up on the tiptoes of her red stiletto-heeled platform sandals, curvy leg muscles tensing and tightening as Dustin rhythmically buried his huge cock up to the hilt in her delicious ass.
Harder and harder. Faster and faster. Deeper and deeper. Stroke after stroke after stroke after stroke after stroke after stroke after stroke.
Dustin was almost there. He could feel it. Rising up like a volcano. Ready to erupt. He pumped her hard. Harder. Harder. Harder. Harder. Da. Da. Oh da. As he exploded into Kaitlin’s exquisite ass, Dustin heard her neck crack. She shuddered and jerked, twitching wildly, groaning loudly one last time, then went limp. Still hanging from the window.
Arms at her sides. Huge 38DDs pressed flat against the side of the car. Platinum blonde hair spilled around her gorgeous face. Eyes bulging. Tongue poking out between her glossy red lips. Stocking-clad legs splayed out across the cold asphalt. Red lycra minidress hiked above her ass. Tiny red G-string wrapped around her ankles.
Dustin had to move fast now. He needed to find Nicole. But it wouldn’t be easy. There were more of these crazy blonde QAnon bitches inside the mansion. He would probably have to kill them all to get to Nicole. Might as well start now.
Dustin rolled the car window down once more, gripped Kaitlin by her luscious thighs, and hoisted her voluptuous body through the opening, part way into the back.
She hung there with her upper body inside the car, neck stretched, head bent awkwardly, platinum blonde hair spreading in waves across the backseat, her upturned ass, long legs, and red spike heels still dangling out the window, rivulets of hot cum dripping down the backs of her shapely thighs and calves, staining her silk stockings.
Dustin pulled off the sexy G-string dangling from Kaitlin’s ankles, rubbed the red panties slowly up and down the backs of her cum-stained legs, then held the G-string to his face, savoring the erotic aroma of his own cum mixed together with her hot sweat and the expensive body lotion she’d applied only an hour before her death.
He pushed the sticky G-string past Kaitlin’s big, red lips and into her sensuous mouth, using his fingertips to push the sexy red panties deep down her throat.
Dustin moved over to Lauren. He slid his hands around her slender ankles, pulling her into the car, and laying her pretty feet and red-painted toes across Ashton’s naked thighs, leaving only her big tits, beautiful staring face, and long blonde hair dangling out the door.
He slid Lauren’s black satin thong past her toned thighs, curvy calves, and pretty manicured toenails, then held it to his face, inhaling the erotic aroma of her warm blood mixed with the expensive perfume she’d sprayed on her pussy just 30 minutes before. Kneeling down, Dustin shoved the blood-and-perfume-drenched panties past Lauren’s pink lips and into her gaping mouth, using his fingers to force the black satin thong deep down her throat.
Ashton was fine where she was. Bent back over the driver’s seat. Impaled on Dustin’s switchblade knife. Tits up. Long hair hanging into the back. Booted legs draped over the steering wheel. Leather miniskirt bunched around her hips. Dustin pulled the switchblade from the seat back, using Ashton’s long mane of thick, golden hair to wipe the blade clean.
He pulled the knife down across her chest, slicing her halter top in half to expose her two magnificent 34DD tits, then carved down through soft leather and toned thigh to sever the side strings of her sexy black leather thong. Gripping the shiny black triangle covering her pussy, he pulled up, tearing the panties off her cooling body.
Dustin held it high, like a trophy, admiring the glossy black leather, and breathing in the erotic aroma of soft leather soaked and stained with the urine of a true Aryan bitch. Dustin wouldn’t stuff these panties down Ashton’s throat. He would keep them for himself.
Dustin could hear noises now. They were coming. The other blondes from the mansion. Coming outside. He would be waiting for them. And he would deal with them all. One after another. Then he would find their leader. Madam Nicole.
And the real fun would begin.
