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  The S.N. Killer grinned as he read the message and began to type, 'A man is a fool, not to pay you any attention. Your time is worth more than gold. Your smile has powers like no other, when you smile others smile, when you walk men and women both have to stop and look. Always remember baby who you are, more than a star but a goddess among queens and kings that can't always see what's in front of their face'. The S.N. Killer pressed the send button and grinned. He repeated what he just sent out loud to himself and busts out laughing, "Hahaha!"

  He stopped laughing when he heard a beeping sound letting him know he received a new message. He looked in his inbox and seen the new message was from Apple and opened it.

  'Ok I live on 46th Street and Church Avenue. My mother said she would watch my son for me so I can stay the whole weekend if you like and you can do all kinds of things to me. Hehehe :) lol and don’t worry about my real name just call me Apple and I'll call you Mreatitbetter. It makes the fantasy better and nastier lol. Here's my number 692- 888- 0810. Text me when the cab is close. I'll be waiting.'

  The S.N. Killer licked his lips and picked up one of the many pre-paid phones he owned and took down Apple's number saving it to his phone. Then he text her,

  'Hey baby it's Mreatitbetter. Make sure you save my number sexy and the cab will be there in twenty minutes.' He wrote and sent the text.

  In a matter of seconds, he received a text back. 'Ok baby I'll be waiting, mwah!

  Lol' Apple responded.

  The S.N. Killer grinned and dialed his cab driver's number. The driver picked up on the first ring.

  "I need you to pick a woman up on 46th Street and Church Avenue in Brooklyn and be fucking fast about it!" The S.N. Killer shouted.

  "Yes boss." The cab driver answered nervously and hung up the phone.

  Apple stood outside of her building wearing a dark blue pea coat with the matching color four inch heels to go with it, along with a tight fitting pair of Apple Bottom jeans that showed off her voluptuous thick body, and a black purse. She was pleased to see the cab pull up in front of her building.

  "You my cab, right?" Apple asked as she bent over and stuck her head in the passenger side window.

  The East Indian driver shook his head up and down. Apple hopped in the back seat and began to text her best friend, Dalisia, 'Girl, I'm about to go see some eye candy and put it on his ass and from his picture he looks sexy as hell, but to keep it real with you I don’t care if he don’t look as sexy as his picture, I'm bored and need some dick and needed to get out my damn house away from my son for a while.'

  Apple wrote and sent the text.

  Dalisia had texted right back. Apple opened and began to read, 'Girl I feel you, and I did the same thing yesterday. Remember I told you I met some cute ass nigga from the Bronx online and we went to a hotel, but Apple make sure you text me his address. You know our rule when we meet new guys. It's always better to be on the safe side.'

  Apple texted back, 'Okay I got you boo.' When she looked up from her phone, she was surprised to see that the cab had stopped and they were in Harlem parked in front of a three story brown stone townhouse.

  "Ummm, are we here?" Apple asked.

  "Yes we're here, Miss. It's that house right there with the red door." The driver replied in a strong Eastern Indian accent.

  "Okay, thank you. Do I owe you money or do I have to wait until he comes out and pay you? And what's this address?" Apple asked.

  "No! No! He paid already and I don’t know this address. I don’t speak English!"

  The driver exclaimed.

  "What the hell? We've been talking this whole time. How don’t you know the address, you drove us here? What the fuck ever, asshole!" Apple shouted and stepped out of the cab and slammed the door shut.

  The cab driver shook his head and looked her in the eyes. When their eyes met, Apple could feel and see pain in them and a man who was looking for help. Her face softened up.

  "Ummm, I'm sorry." As soon as the words left her mouth the cab driver pulled off.

  Apple looked at the cab speed down the block and turned the corner like it was on rails.

  "Oh well." She said and shrugged her shoulders and began to text Mreatitbetter,

  'I'm outside and your cab driver was an asshole and weird,' she wrote then pressed send.

  Her phone vibrated letting her know she received a new text messages, 'Hey sexy don’t worry about him. My house is 323 the doors unlocked, come in, I’m still straightening up my place. Can't have you thinking I'm a messy ass man lmao.'

  Apple burst out laughing when she was done reading the text message. She looked at her phone screen once more and realized she was standing in front of town house 323. She walked up the stairs while texting her best friend, Dalisia, 'Girl, I don’t know the block the cab driver dropped me off on because he was a son of a bitch, but I'm in Harlem, I know that and the house address read 323. I'll hit you back up in a few when I look at his mail or something to give you the full address and tell you if the dick was any good lol.'

  Apple twisted the door knob and opened up the front door and walked in the huge brown stone townhouse. The door slammed shut behind her and locked making her jump out of shock and turned around real quick.

  "Hey Mreatitbetter which way do I go?" She asked with a cheesy smile on her face.

  "Oh come down the hallway pass the staircase to the first room!" Mreatitbetter shouted.

  Apple's heels clicked on the hard wood floors in which only made her feel even sexier. She walked down the hallway passed the staircase to a door that was open.

  When she stepped into the room, she took everything in. There were lit candles everywhere setting the mood. The room was a huge living room with a red leather living room set and a glass coffee table with an open bottle of Merlot on it.

  Mreatitbetter walked out from a side room with his shirt off showing off his muscles and a six pack stomach and only wearing a pair of blue Levi jeans.

  "And who are you?" Apple asked with her hands on her hips and licked her lips seductively with lust in her eyes.

  "I’m Mreatitbetter." The man replied with a smile on his face showing off his perfect white teeth.

  "Damn your fine! But why you lie and put pictures up on My Face that isn’t even you. Shit it's not even the same race." Apple stated and rolled her eyes.

  "I don’t know, I guess I do it to see if a woman would really like me for me after meeting me and not base it on the pictures I put up on there. And then I will see the real attraction they have for me." He replied.

  Apple looked at him and smiled.

  "So are we just going to talk all night, because I’m here and need some dick?" She said while removing her blue pea coat and tossing it on the red love seat.

  "Good, that's what I was hoping you would say sexy." He replied while grabbing the Merlot bottle of wine from the glass coffee table.

  He put the bottle to his lips and let the sweet smooth wine run down his throat,

  "Mmmm" He moaned as he walked toward Apple and seductively pressed the bottle to her mouth.

  Apple let the Merlot run down her throat then began to suck the tip of the wine bottle as if it was a dick and she wrapped her lips around the tip. He pulled the bottle out of Apple's mouth. Apple had wine all around her lips. He kissed her deeply and passionately. Their tongues danced in each other's mouths as their hands roamed each other's bodies. Apple wasted no time removing her heels and wiggled out of her jeans and tossed her blouse. With only his pinky finger, he unstrapped her bra and watched it drop to the floor. He stood there for a second looking at her breasts and thickly shaped body standing there with nothing but a thong on.

  "Open your mouth and hold your head back sexy." He said with lust in his voice.

  Apple did as she was told. He slowly poured the wine in her mouth. It overflowed and ran out of her mouth and onto her breast and down her thighs. He put the bottle back down onto the coffee table while kissing her moving down to her right breast where the wi
ne had dripped down. He moaned as he used his tongue to circle around her nipple and slowly traveled down her stomach towards her thighs kissing and sucking each one at a time. She moaned in ecstasy as her pussy pulsated and got wet as he moved her thong over to the side and gently licked her clit.

  "Shit!" She moaned as chills went through her body.

  "Mmmm, you taste so damn sweet. I could eat you right up." He groaned as he took her clit in to his mouth sucking and kissing it at the same time while indulging his face into it.

  "Ooweee, yes! Suck that pussy, damn!" She moaned then screamed as she came all in his mouth.

  She shook while holding the back of his head pressing his face all into her sweet box. He stood up and she licked her cum off of his chin and stuck her tongue in his mouth.

  "Mmmm!" She moaned as she unbuttoned his jeans with one hand and drops to her knees.

  "Oh you’re a nasty one! I like that shit." He groaned as he felt her lips wrap around the head of his dick sucking it.

  Her head twisted from side to side as she worked her magic. She bobbed her head back and forth and pulled his dick out and spit on it and took his five inch dick back inside her mouth.

  "Shiiit! Oh God!" He groaned as he couldn’t take the sweet sensation any longer.

  He lifted her up and pushed her onto the couch rough and turned her around and bent her over.

  Apple let out a slight laugh.

  "Oh Daddy, I like it rough. I've been a bad girl. Are you going to spank me?" She teased while looking back at him and shaking her ass.

  He balled up his face and slid right into her and began to pound furiously while smacking her right butt cheek and holding her waist with his left hand.

  "Yea, take that you freak! You like that don’t you!" He groaned with each stroke.

  Apple laughed.

  "Hahaha! You can do better than that. Fuck me like a man! Fuck me like you mean it and tear this pussy up!" she shouted.

  That only made him angry. He thrusts in and out of her as hard as he could.

  "You fucking bitch take this dick!" He groaned as he slammed into her with all his might.

  And to his surprise Apple was throwing her ass back on him even harder with a rhythm, up and down, side to side and wouldn't stop wiggling it.

  "Then throw it back again. That’s all you got? Give it to me." She moaned while talking shit and looking back at him dead in the eyes.

  He grabbed her weave and pulled it while thrusting as hard as he could feeling as if his heart was going to explode from beating Apple's pussy so hard. His heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to come out his chest.

  "Fuck me faster and harder!" She screamed.

  'What the fucking hell? This woman is a beast.' He thought to himself.

  "Damn you're not doing it right and pulling my good weave out for nothing." She yelled and pulled away making him slide out of her.

  She stood up and turned around. She grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him on to the couch and lowered herself on top of him and began to ride him, bouncing her ass up and down on his hard dick.

  "Shit!" He screamed as her nails dug into his chest.

  "Fuck it's not hard enough. Pump the fuck back and tear this pussy up now!"

  Apple screamed as she became more frustrated from being unable to climax and release the juices that she so badly needed too.

  She stood up on the soles of her feet while riding him in hopes of getting a deeper penetration slamming down on his dick with all her might.

  "Ahhhh!" He groaned in pain.

  Between Apple’s body weight slamming onto his pelvic area and the friction burn on his dick from her riding him so hard and fast, he felt as if he was going to go insane if she didn’t stop soon.

  "Schmmp!" Apple sucked her teeth.

  "Shit I'm not going to be able to cum. I barely feel that small dick inside me." She said as she stop bouncing up and down like a mad woman and slides off his dick.

  "Where's your bathroom? I need to get cleaned up so I can go." She said with an attitude and sexually frustrated that she was left unsatisfied.

  He pointed to a door.

  "Go down the hallway. It’s the room on the left." He said out of breath all hard after the workout she just put on him.

  She grabbed her clothes and high heels and stomped out the room. She dug in her purse and pulled out her blackberry phone and began to text her best friend, Dalisia, 'Girl, this shit was a waste of my time. I was better off fucking a nigga in the hood. The fool’s name was Mreatitbetter, shit that's all he can do right, because his dick was small as hell. I barely felt that thing inside me. It was like a pinky finger girl. And he had the nerves to pull my hair like he was doing something, and he lied about his profile, the pictures in it weren’t even him.' Apple wrote and sent out the message.

  She pushed open a door and looked up from her phone screen to realize she went into the wrong room. She had gone to the door on the right.

  “Oh shit, he said the bathroom was the door on the left, the little dick motherfucker.” She said out loud as she was about to turn around and walk out the room, but lights from computers screens and laptops caught her attention.

  “What the hell!” She said as she walks deeper into the small room.

  The room had two long folding tables. There were five computers on one and five laptops on the next one. She looked at each screen one by one and couldn’t believe her eyes. There were different profiles and screen names, all logos on the screens were that of My Face accounts with different pictures, none of them was him or even close to looking like him. She walked down to the next table filled with laptops to see them signed in different social network sites. And all had instant messages open. With women telling how sexy he looked and how he looked like he would have a big dick and could fuck.

  “Hahaha!” Apple laughs.

  “Shit, only if they knew how wrong they are.” She laughed so hard.

  She dropped her phone and it hit a key on the laptop. And a new window popped up with pictures. She used the touch pad on the keyboard to click over and look at the pictures. Every click she made her body began to tremble and she became terrified as she glanced at picture after picture of women with screen names and at the bottom of the picture a huge piece of their thighs cut off and pieces of their arms chopped off and them tied to a bed, or duct taped up unable to move, but last their necks were sliced wide open. Next to each picture was a gourmet meal with the same screen name as each woman that was sliced open.

  “This can't be fake, oh shit!” She said then covered her mouth.

  Her stomach churned and she tried to hold the chunks of food that was still in it so she wouldn't regurgitate. She couldn't hold it anymore and she vomits out her mouth and through her hands that were covering her mouth.

  “Oh God! Oh God!” She quietly said in horror as she bent over throwing up.

  “I have to get the fuck up out of here!”' She quickly puts on her thong and wiggled her way back into her jeans while holding her blouse and heels along with her purse in her hands.

  "You shouldn’t have come in here my sweet fucking, Apple."

  Apple heard a creepy voice boom from behind her sending a chill of horror running through her body. She turned around to see Mreatitbetter standing there naked with a shiny chrome meat cleaver with a black handle in his left hand.

  "Please, don’t hurt me. I didn’t see anything. I don’t even know your real name."

  She said with tears flowing down her face and in a voice of terror.

  "Hahaha!" The S.N. Killer burst out laughing.

  "Hmmm, if you didn’t see anything, how come that's the first thing you said?

  Hahaha! You went from a bitch talking shit giving me attitude and making it seem as if my dick was too small for you, like my shit wasn’t even doing anything for you. You are all the same. Always begging and crying at the end. Did you ever think my dick is not the problem? It's not small just you who fucks a lot and your pussy ho
le and insides are stretched the fuck out!" He yelled as he raised the meat cleaver high.

  "No!" Apple screamed and threw one of her high heel shoes.

  He dodged the first shoe, but the next one caught him right in the right eye.

  "Ahhhh!" He screamed while bending over hollering in pain and holding his eye.

  She took off running passed him but not before he swung the meat cleaver wildly and sliced her on the arm.

  "Ahhhh!" She screamed and ran out of the room and through the living room down the hallway to the front door while trying to dial 911.

  Her fingers were shaking and she pressed 914 instead.

  “Damn!” She shouted once she heard a dial tone and looked at the phone and realized what she had done.

  She twisted the door knob to the front door, but it wouldn’t open. She looked closer and studied the door to see that it was locked from the inside and only could be opened with a key.

  "Ahhhh!" She hollered as she felt a large cut open up on her back from a slash from the meat cleaver.

  She turned around crying and screaming while swinging her fist. She punched the S.N. Killer in the nose and took off running and screaming.

  "Help me, someone please help me, help!"

  "You're only making this shit worse for you, bitch. That's the second time you hit me. Now I’m going to hurt you real bad. There is no where you can go my sweet, Apple. This is my house!" He warned her.

  Apple ran into the living room. Her arm was dripping blood and the large straight slash down her back was dripping blood down her jeans soaking them and falling down onto the cream carpet. With her face scrunched up and tears pouring down her face

  "God, help me, please!" She said and looked at her phone.