****** Riley Finds Her Man by Brigidine ******
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Riley Finds Her Man


Riley Malone was a beautiful woman and she knew it. Every morning she would
step out of the shower and carefully examine herself in the full length mirror
that hung behind the bathroom door. She would gaze at her long brown hair which
hung halfway down her nineteen year old back. Her deep blue eyes would move
down her body, silently approving the sights of her large breasts, her slim
waist, and her long legs. Riley loved her body so much that she almost hated to
put clothes on. It seemed like it covered up too much of a good thing.

Riley had a lot of men wrapped around her diamond ringed finger. She loved to
string guys along, fawning intense interest in them for a while until she had
them hooked and then ignoring them completely. She loved going to bed at night
knowing that somewhere out there a man was pining away for her. In short, Riley
Malone was one hell of a bitch.

She pulled on a pair of jeans and a tight shirt and slipped her feet into a
pair of high heeled boots. Riley had a hot date tonight. She was seeing Pat for
the second time. For the first time in as long as Riley could remember, she was
worried about the impression she would make on Pat. There was something about
him that interested her in a way she couldn't comprehend. When he looked at
her, his gaze was free from the adoration that most guys had for her. He looked
directly into her eyes, and Riley felt a little uncomfortable. It was almost as
if he could read all the secrets that she had tucked away so carefully in her
head. Riley felt like Pat knew her. The real Riley Malone.

He picked her up for the second date in his old beat up 1982 Chevy Pickup.
Normally Riley would have balked at the shabbiness of the car, but with Pat she
climbed right in. Just the thought of being alone with him made her moist
between her legs. Pat was the first man in a long time that had excited the
frigid Miss Malone.

He was a man of very few words, a fact that intrigued Riley. He barely said
anything through dinner, leaving Riley to babble away nervously trying to crack
his exterior shell. "Why am I doing this?" she wondered. "This guy is no
pageant winner."

And he wasn't. Pat was a very average looking man. But there was something
so... so intense about him that the thought of being linked to this dark man of
mystery made Riley's heart beat faster. She wanted him. She wanted him like she
had never wanted a man before.

After dinner she kissed him on the way to the truck. She was hoping to catch
him off guard, but it didn't. He just smiled his funny little smirk at her and
said, "They'll be plenty of that later, Riley. Control yourself."

The insistence in his voice shocked Riley. He acted like he knew exactly what
she was planning on doing with him. He knew she wanted to seduce him. Was she
that much of an open book? God she wanted him so much. Even the friction of her
panties against her mound was exciting to her. She wanted him to touch her, to
feel her all over, to fuck her like she had never been fucked before. She was
intensely glad when Pat pulled his truck into the driveway of a sparse house in
a questionable neighborhood. She followed him into his house and felt her
vagina moisten ever more as he closed and locked the door.

He turned to her, his eyes suddenly very alive. "You, my dear," he said,
approaching Riley from behind and beginning to rub her shoulders, "Are one hot
cunt."

Strangely, Pat's vulgar language turned her on even more. She moaned as he
rubbed her shoulders. His hands briefly wandered down to her breasts, and she
gasped with pleasure. Just as suddenly as Pat's caresses had started, they
stopped.

She looked up at him, startled. He smiled again. "Follow me, bitch," he said,
leading her down a long hallway into the back of the house.

At this point Riley was so hot, she swore that if he just kissed her, she would
come. She followed him down the hallway and into a darkened room.

Suddenly she felt herself being thrown roughly onto a bed. Before she knew what
has happening, her hands had been bound behind her head and her legs were
stretched far apart and tied to the bed posts. Riley was surprised, but this
was nothing new to her. She was usually the one doing the tying, true, but this
didn't scare her too much.

"So you like it rough, huh Pat? I do too. Take me baby."

Pat looked at her, lying there in her jeans and shirt, still so proud. She had
no idea what she had been lead into. He shook his head at her and chuckled a
little. Then he began rifling through his bedroom drawers.

Riley watched him, anxiously awaiting his touch. She couldn't wait to feel his
strong chest pressed against her and his powerful arms embracing her. This, she
thought, was going to be a night to remember.

Pat approached the damsel in distress, carefully shielding something behind his
back. He placed whatever it was on the floor, then walked over to Riley's head.
He unzipped his fly, pulled out his large cock, and shoved it into her mouth.

Riley, moaning, began sucking enthusiastically. She had been sucking cock since
the ripe old age of eleven and she considered herself quite the expert. She was
glad Pat wanted to fuck her mouth. Once he got a load of what her tongue could
do, he would fall for her for sure.

After coming in Riley's mouth, Pat silently pulled his cock out. He did not
compliment her on her hard work. Instead, he reached down onto the floor and
produced a knife.

Riley's stomach dropped. This was getting weird. "What's with the knife, Pat?"
she asked casually.

He looked at her gorgeous face. That tough bitchy exterior had finally shown
the first sign of peeling. He smiled at her. "I'm going to cut your clothes off
you, cunt," he told her quietly.

Something inside Riley told her to scream, but she was way too hot to listen.
She was very excited by the thought of the knife slicing through her clothes.
She even came as Pat sliced down both sides of her jeans, then cut though the
crotch. He sliced off her shirt, then her bra, and finally her panties. Riley
Malone was finally exposed completely for him.

She watched him examine her body. She had never been so turned on. But this was
getting old. She needed him to touch her. The stares were not enough. "Pat
touch me please. Come on, baby, fuck me hard."

She was stunned when he slapped her hard across her face. She tasted blood in
her mouth and realized that he had split her lip.

"What the fuck was that for, you pervert?" Riley suddenly realized how helpless
she was. She was tied tight, completely exposed to anything Pat wanted to do.

He grinned at her, then slowly slid his thick leather belt out of his jeans.
She watched him uneasily as he folded it around his hand. She realized what he
was planning on doing with the belt in the same instant that it came crashing
down on her hairless cunt.

"OH MY GOD NO!" Riley screamed. She certainly didn't want this!

He continued beating her, relishing the look of fear in those blue eyes. Her
pleas turned to screams which turned to moans as the beating continued. He
whipped her unmercifully with his belt, moving from the cunt to the thighs to
those beautiful tits. By the time he decided that she had enough, she was
covered with welts.

"You fucker, let me go!" Riley screamed, panicking at her helplessness.

He smiled at her again. "Of course I'll fuck you, Riley." He positioned himself
at her cunt and took her in one fluid thrust. She screamed as he fucked her as
hard as he could, knowing that he was tearing up her pretty little cunt. He
loved seeing her like this. Knocked off her fucking pedestal and screaming out
in pain. He came quickly watching the terror in those formally cocky eyes.

"Please, Pat, please let me go," Riley sobbed. "I can't take this anymore.
Please Pat."

Pat again began rummaging through his drawers. "Aww sweetheart, don't worry.
Your pain and suffering will be over soon."

Riley lay there, sobbing on the bed. She had never felt pain like this before.
No one had ever hurt her before. She told herself that she would be home soon.
Slowly, the terror inside her turned into anger. She started plotting her
revenge against Pat. Her father would see to it that he rotted away in jail for
this. Riley knew that he would pay for defiling her daddy's little girl.

When he came towards her with a noose in his hand, she lost it. The fear she
felt at that moment was indescribable. Her eyes widened as he slipped it over
her neck.

"No Pat. God don't do this! DON'T DO THIS!!"

This was Pat's favorite part. He loved when the bitches begged him to spare
their champagne colored lives. Slowly, he threw the rope over the sprinkler
pipe in the ceiling. Then, he untied her feet and slowly raised Riley off the
bed.

Suddenly she realized that he was going to do it. He was going to kill her. Her
bladder gave out on her and she felt warm piss flowing down her leg. This made
Pat laugh.

"Look you cocky little bitch. You pissed yourself, Riley Malone. Nice touch.
Thank you for that."

He raised her higher, and she felt her throat begin to constrict. She croaked
out one last "Please Pat," before he grinned at her and shoved her off the bed.
The last thought that Riley Malone had before she died was that maybe her
judgment in men was a little off. The first man she was ever excited by was
also her murderer.

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