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  Dana got up and moved back down between my legs.   "My, my, the federal agent's penis is still hard. I can't let that condition continue."
  She again straddled me, but this time a little farther back than before. She rose up over me, and with one hand guided herself onto me. Slowly she took me into her pussy, torturously inching herself down, until finally, I was hilted inside her.
  "Ahhhhhhhh. You've been in my mouth... in my ass... I'll bet this is better. Yessss."
  And it was better. It was like her pussy was made to fit me. Her ass had been tight, her pussy wasn't, but it wasn't loose either. She continued in long, slow strokes, absentmindedly playing with her clit and one breast. I felt a pressure building within me. My breathing quickened, I pushed up to meet her downstrokes. She sensed I was going to cum and slowed.
  "Not yet, Mmmmmmm... I, I... Ohhhhhhh! I'm not ready.. not yet..."
  Even over my orgasm she maintained control, not letting me cum until she was finished. She leaned forward, over me, and while continuing to work her clit with one hand, used the other to pinch and twist my nipples and scratch my chest. She was barely moving on me, using a circular movement of her hips. I pulled on my bonds in time with her motions. I could feel the bedpost my left wrist was tied to weakening, loosening.
  "You've been... Oh!... good. Ahhhhh. I.. Oh!.., I have.. I'll have to kill you... Oh!.. anyway, sorry. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"   Her nails ripped furrows in my flesh as her body straightened, back arched, shaking. As I came, flooding her, matching her orgasm with mine, I ripped the left bedpost and thus my arm, free. I threw myself forward, flipping her off me and onto the floor. The gun on the bedside table beckoned. I answered its call. She recovered almost instantly, the plasti-knife in her hand. I brought the gun around to cover her.
  "Don't do it, Dana. Your life is still worth something, no matter your crimes."
  She hesitated, I'll give her that, but in the end, with animal fury, she flung herself at me. I fired the gun into her, I fired again. Her arm, outstretched with knife in hand, hit me first, the knife opening a shallow gash from belly to shoulder. She wasn't moving, just laying on top of me, not breathing. As our blood mixed, I lost consciousness again.

by Frank T. Gilson

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