Meet The Prey

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The scraping branches accidentally touched the man's cold sweat. The man was so consumed with the idea of escaping that he almost did not feel the rock caught in his feet. Even barely heard the crunching and breaking of dead leaves and twigs against his boots. Almost did not see the tall trees rising out of the earth to touch the sky, not even aware of the creaking and groaning sounds they made as they swayed. They were not important to him after all. What he needed to pay attention to was the energy and strength inside his body to escape from his adversaries. 

He pumped his legs as fast as he could. Dodged trees and jumped over logs and rocks and ponds, covering behind a tree as bullets came following him. 

Adrenaline had kicked inside his veins long before he could even start sweating. His heart pounded so hard that it almost sounded like it was about to get out of his chest. His throat felt dry and so was his tongue. But none of them bothered him, nothing ever will if a group of strangers, carrying rifles and knives, are on a hunt for him without even a single fucking reason—oh there is a reason…for fun!

Several shots were fired, damaging only tree barks that are a meter away from him.

He vaulted over a rock and the second he landed was also the same second spent for him to continue running. 

He looked back and saw four hunters, aiming their guns at him as they tailed the guy. He focused on his way, running as fast as he could as rains of bullets came tearing through trees.

He was almost losing energy and his pace began to move slowly. But he made a momentum effort just to maintain his speed—in that way, he won't be caught up by them. 

He twisted his head around slightly and soon found out that the gap between him and the hunters began to expand. This made him grateful and he grinned. He pumped his feet even quicker and this time, when he turned around to look, the hunters were no more than just a dot in his vision. This made him grateful and he grinned.

He was escaping, not only losing the hunters but even making them exhausted. He too was tired and was not in the business of denying. But he had to continue moving at least until nightfall when it's difficult to see with and without a torch.

As he was running, he was already plotting his plan. A stealthy plan that he was so sure will take the hunters by surprise. Once he outran them, he was certain that the table would turn. The idea made him grateful and he grinned—the last grin he could ever make. 

At the right side where he had not bothered to keep an eye on, came an unexpected danger. Coming along with a faint and quick slash was a long straight stick with a sharp triangle-looking object that had been purposely put at its edge, and came unexpectedly that tore through his neck. The impact brought him down immediately and rolled over the ground awkwardly. He laid there together with the dead leaves and twigs which he knew that moment would be his deathbed.

He gasped and made a choking sound as a pool of red liquid came pouring out of his wound. Blood rushed out of his mouth and nose and a great amount came from the waking gap on his neck. He laid there motionlessly, enduring the worst pain he had ever felt in his entire life.

His heart began to beat slowly, his vision blurring and his body paralyzed as if had been put to sleep.

Then a silhouetted figure came right in front of him, looking down at him. In his left hand was his weapon and on his back was his quiver. The man then drew a revolver out of his holster, pointing down at the almost dead guy. But he didn't shoot immediately. It was as if he was making the guy wait for his expected death. 

“Wh-” the man tried to speak.

“Why d…do you…want to…kill…me? Wh…hat…have I done to…you?”

“It's nothing personal,” the man's voice was as cold as ice.

“It's just a manhunt.”

And the last thing the guy has ever heard in his life was the loud bang of the revolver that ended him. He almost escaped. Only almost.

* * *

“Hi, good morning. The two of you must be Mr. And Mrs. Andrews?” asked Jacob Price politely, professionally like the way his Snyder Italian Cashmere Sutton Suit in Navy Blue wrapped around his well-built figure. He stood up at a height of 5'11. His hair was dark and soft and the perfect haircut for his oval-shaped face. Blessed with a pair of blue eyes—as blue as the skies, just looking through those windows could make a woman kneel to her knees to worship such a fine and attractive person. His crescent-of-moon eyebrows were thin and narrow. He carried an imperious nose well and his angular cheekbones carved down towards a flinty jaw, giving his face a more carnivorous look. A fine unmarried man with an appearance that could make him stand out in the crowd.

”That's right,” Mr. Andrews had responded.

“And you must be Mr. Jacob Price?”

Jacob gestured at the huge and aesthetic house in front of them.

“Correct, sir. I'll be showing you this newly constructed modern house.” 

“I'm excited. We heard a lot of things about you, Mr. Price,” Mr. Andrews informed.

“Good things, I hope,” Jacob chuckled and so did the couple. 

“Good things indeed.”

As both men were still having relevant conversations about the deal, Jacob could feel Mrs. Andrew's eyes on him. Staring at him with open adulation. 

“We're only been talking for about a minute and I'm already interested in buying this property. How about showing me around?” 

“It would be a pleasure, Mr. Andrews,” he replied. Jacob went over to the house with the couple behind him.

“So this house has five bedrooms. Six baths. 6,786 square feet of interior spaces, and is currently on the market for nine million dollars. It's a wonderfully made modern design. You can see, from here, the roof cantilever which I believe adds a soothing combination for the color and the general exterior design of the house,” he said enthusiastically. He went over to the stairs which lead to the entrance of the property. One thing the couple had noticed about the house was that it had a lot of glass details which is one of their checklists for buying a home. Plus point for one of the most successful and wealthy realtors of New York City!

They went over to the stairs which lead to the entrance of the house. Now the couple had seen many wonderfully made doors before, but facing in front of them was overwhelming.

“As you can see, everything you see here is big. I mean look at the size of this pivot door!” he babbled, swinging open the dark-brown pivot door made with rift white oak—ten feet high, 5 feet wide, and 4 inches thick with a vertical rectangular piece of bulletproof glass at the handle side of the door. Such a sleek entrance for such an astonishing house. The three of them went inside and Mr. Andrews looked around while Mrs. Andrews couldn't help but be thirsty for Jacob. 

“So this is the real open floor plan. This is where the series of beautiful views start. So first will be the living room.”

 Jacob walked around and continued to enthusiastically sales talk them about the house. They toured the house for about half an hour and in that short period, Jacob already got Mrs. Andrew's mobile number, and even already touched her body secretly while Mr. Andrews was alone. He was not only showing her the spot, but he was also showing her his weak spots. 

“So what do you think about the property, Mr. Andrews?” inquired Jacob, quietly expecting a great review.

“I'm not gonna lie, Mr. Price, this house surely is wonderful. This property is a great place to start a convenient and peaceful home. Isn't that right, love?” He grabbed his wife by her waist and nibbled her ears.

His wife chuckled and bit her lips, not because of what her husband did, but to show Jacob how her body is already longing for him. 

“I'm sorry, Mr. Price,” apologized the man when he realized what he was doing.

“I can't help it. I can't help but be turned on just imagining what I and my gorgeous wife can do all the time in this house ”

“Oh, Mr. Andrews, I'm sure there will be a lot of blazing hot nights for the two of you.” Jacob winked at him. The three of them laughed. 

“I'm guessing you have already made a decision?”

“Correct, Mr. Price. My wife and I decided to buy this property and live here for good,” Mr. Andrews answered.

Jacob smiled. As expected from a good realtor like himself. 

“A decision like that is a decision that will never be regretted in the end, Mr. Andrews. Congratulations for owning such a wonderful house.” He extended his hand in front of the man and Mr. Andrews shook it. 

“Thank you, Mr. Price, and congratulations to you as well,” he answered. When Jacob shook Mrs. Andrew's hand, she also congratulated him, but he wasn't sure what she meant. Was it for selling the house or was it for the idea that later that evening, he will be getting laid with such a fine married lady? Or was it for both? Jacob almost laughed. Only almost.

***

The bar reverberated, catchy disco songs echoing across the room. Flashing lights came along with the music to which the people responded with their moving hips. Women with their almost naked bodies, showing off for a potential one-night mate. Bodies sinfully rubbed against each other. Men did the effort. There was no way they'd get out of the bar without a pussy. 

“You have your eyes on your prey already, Jacob?” asked Michael, a very close friend of his. A hot blonde was next to him.

“Nope,” he replied as his back collapsed against the sofa.

“Now that's highly unusual. I have almost come to the conclusion that for you, women are like dinner; there's no way you can last a night without them. Where did I go wrong?” teased Vincent who was next to another blonde.

“That is where you went wrong, pal. Jacob may be a player, but there are days when he's not in the mood for pussies. Right Nathan?” says Jordan. A hot American model was sitting on his lap.

“You mean there are days that he prefers cocks over pussies?”

 Vincent faced Jacob

“Oh God, Jacob! For a player like yourself?”

“Nowhere in the statement 'there are days where he's not in the mood for pussies' did Jordan say I'm now into cocks,” he replied in controlled irritation.

“It would seem, Vincent, that pigheadedness runs in your blood.”

“Woah! Woah! Woah! Chill, Jacob. I was just kidding. What's gotten into you?”

Jacob took another sip of his glass. 

“I'm actually waiting for someone to arrive,” Jacob claimed.

“Who?” Jordan had asked.

“Someone I just met this afternoon,” he replied.

“Hot?” Micheal was curious.

“Hot as hell,”

“Beautiful?” asked Vincent.

“Hell yeah!”

“Married?” Jordan was eager to know.

“Yup,” Jacob told them.

“You're going to hell for that, Jacob.” The four of them laughed. Hell? Most of the people in our world get terrified by the word hell. But Jacob isn't intimidated by it. There is no other hell than what is inside a man's mind.

When Jacob swept his eyes at the door, it was then that Mrs. Andrews walked in. She looked around, wrapped in her revealing dark glittering party dress. Her bottom jammed against the lower part of the silk, forming a huge bump on her figure. Her breasts were not that big but it didn't matter to Jacob. She's already a knockout. What more does he want?

“Well, speak of the devil, here she is.” He went to his feet and gestured at the woman. The three followed his gaze and as immediate as they had landed an eye on her, they had an erection.

“Damn!” exclaimed Vincent.

“Somebody's going to be so lucky this evening.”

“I have already been lucky this afternoon, Vincent. She's just a bonus,” he replied. Finally, Mrs. Grace Andrews found him. He waved his hands at him and with a smirk on her lips, she went over to him.

***

Mrs. Grace Andrews could feel Jacobs' long, veiny and hard manhood getting, even more, bigger inside her mouth. She worshiped him like how she worshiped her husband after promising him that she will always be loyal to him. She had sex with hundreds of men in her entire life and she has no plans to stop—even marriage can't stop her.

Jacob moaned as Grace Andrews eagerly licked the head of his beautiful cock, making it wet with the use of her mouth. She sucked the brains out of him, licking it as though it was a meal and she has not eaten for a hundred years.

“What do you think will happen if your husband finds out?” Jacob asked as he placed the pillow under his head to make himself comfortable. Grace withdrew her head, rubbing Jacob's erection.

“Then we'll both be in trouble. He's gonna make your life a living hell,” Grace responded which Jacob laughed at.

“Your husband is short and looks weak. I can beat the shit out of him in just five seconds. I'll make his life a living hell.” Jacob proclaimed as he reached down for her hair and pushed his cock deeper into her throat. She almost choked and coughed. 

“Fuck,” moaned Jacob.

“What do my babies taste like?”

“Tastes delicious. Now my cunt wants to taste them too,” she begged and made puppy eyes on her look.

“Your wish is my command!” He pushed her flat onto the bed and inserted three fingers deep inside her. She let out an animal groan. He stopped all of a sudden. Went over to the floor and reached down for his pants.

“What are you doing?” she demanded.

“I have something that'll make this a little exciting.”

 He reached down under the pocket of his pants and took out an ampule in its yellow netting.

“What is that?”

“It's amyl nitrite,” he replied.

“Is that a drug?”

“Stop with the questions, darling.” 

He pushed three of his fingers back inside her and rapidly began to move them in and out and with his other hand prepared the ampule.

She felt the explosion in her brain as he broke the capsule under her nose and she began to feel the throes of orgasm begin to rack her body.

Then he pulled out his fingers and turned her belly down on the bed. 

“I'm gonna use you the whole night until you're exhausted, you infidel bitch!” he said derisively.

“Wh…why are you treating me like a whore?” Grace had asked, deep down she wanted him to treat her like one. 

“Because you speak and act like a whore, therefore you shall be treated like a whore!” 

His open palm slashed across her buttocks. She screamed as again and again his hand cracked across her flesh. She was beginning to enjoy it. Beginning to want even more of Jacob degrading her. She had never felt so excited like this in her whole entire life—not even when she was married.

He inserted his erection inside her. At first, she almost exclaimed. She had never received a manhood as big and as warm as his, and it excited her.

“Now move your ass like a dog, woman!” he commanded.

“Yes, master,” she moaned. 

The rest of the night was nothing but lust and desires, no love or other feelings. She supplied what his body needed and so did he. He fucked her, and with each sound she made, he fucked her harder.