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Introduction:

Alex Carter, a personal fitness trainer, prowls the pleasant, leafy suburbs for his next victim.

Few people knew how to pleasure women like Alex Carter. The only problem was they were often the wrong type of women.
Take the woman he was currently pummelling. Her name was Gillian Weir or was it Karen, he’d forgotten but he didn’t care. He only cared for her tight, soaking cunt that leaked all over his veiny manhood giving it a glossy finish.
“Turn over,” he bluntly grunted.
Alex had been giving it to her in doggystyle for the last ten minutes and he was pretty sure she was close to one of his trademark screaming orgasms that he loved to give his clients.
Carter was a personal trainer and his body showed it. Broad, built and bulging with attractive muscles that perfectly throbbed when he worked them just right. It made most of his female clients weak at the knees, tempting them just as he liked. He was most women’s dreams to put it plainly.
“Ohhhhhh fuck baby… fuck you’re so big!” Wailed Mrs Weir as she obediently rolled onto her sweating back and presented her eager body to his glowing eyes.
To Alex, she wasn’t much to look at. A bit flabby at the stomach, sagging breasts that looked to be a D cup but a wide set of hips that gave her the peachy ass of a girl half her age. Her backside was the best part of her body and she knew it as much as Alex. The way she wore tight leggings and no thong while she bent down, sticking it out, wiggling it around. She was gagging for it. Just the type of lady Alex enjoyed fucking.
Alex slid a hand along her stomach, grabbing at one of her tits and using it as leverage while he sank his fat 10 inch rod into her desperate pussy. She moaned and her grunted. Her back arched while her puffy lips clamped down on his pole.
“Good slut…” he muttered, pushing so his hips pressed to her thick ass cheeks.
He took a hold of her ankles suddenly, drawing back and with a wicked smirk on his face slamming forwards.
“Ahhhhhhh shit! Shit-tt-t!” she shrieked.
He could feel the tension in her body; how her pussy convulsed while it gripped his shaft. She hadn’t stopped moaning since Alex had slid his cock down her throat half an hour ago but these moans were different, so alive and so lusty.
“Come on… Come on and cum!” He ordered, swinging his hips wildly, possessed by the prospect of her orgasm.
The clap of his cum-swirling balls against her bubbly ass echoed around the small room, matched only by the soaking wet slurping noises of her cunt. She moaned louder, her body stiffening and quaking against the yoga mat she lay on. He face covered in a painful wince, mouth hanging opening as if she were screaming. Her eyes then shot open.
“Thats it! Th-T-Thats it…. I’m! I’m cumming!” She howled while her throbbing clit unloaded a power squirting jet against Carter’s steely abs. He loved how they would always claw at his toned ass when he made them cum so hard. Alex smirked, sliding his cock into her depths to send another powerful orgasm through her writhing body. He was nowhere near orgasm. His hands dropped from her legs that stayed in the air a moment longer, shaking.
He slapped her pussy, “Naughty bitch… What do you say?”
“Th-Thank you… Oh thank you so much!” her voice full of strain and so high pitched it almost hurt.
“Good… Good.” He purred, his hands still toying with her quivering pussy, “Now ride my dick!”
His voice full of power while he glared down at her, commanding her around the room as if she was his slave. No, she was his slave.
Alex pulled his dick from her pussy and slapped it against her hot clit. His cock was dripping with her juices, shiny as he smeared his cock all over her hungry slit. He fell back, lying down with his towering manhood throbbing upwards. This only made him even more irresistible to her wandering eyes.
She quickly crawled over him, still panting and moaning from time to time, yearning for so much more. Alex felt the soft embrace of her pussy lips on his glowing tip. He growled, hands grabbing hold of her hips. He slammed her down his cock with no warning, giving her all 10 inches in one. He thought, like most of the others, she’d cum again but she just about held on. He could feel her nails digging into his broad shoulders, spying her eyes rolling back with pleasure.
“Ahhhhhhh fuck baby! You’re so much better!” She shouted as she got to work, bouncing on his fat, throbbing rod. She bit her lip, groaning through gritted teeth. The clap of her ass on his cock and against his powerful thighs only made Alex more aroused. He held her tighter, throwing his own hips up and down, slamming her from below. Her wild shouts filled the room, screams echoing off the treadmill only a short time ago she’d been jogging on. *CRACK* Alex spanked her ass, leaving her cheeks glowing with red hand prints.
*CRACK*
She wailed, “Yesssss! Fuck me gooood!”
*CRACK*
He winced, feeling how his cock stretched out her married cunt.
*CRACK*
Alex felt the soft, wet material of her tiny tank top against his free hand.
*CRACK*
“Oh yeah! Yeahhhh! You’re in-in-in-incredible! Don’t… Don’t stop.” She cried out while her breasts slapped against her sweating body riding his fat dick hard. She now had her eyes closed, the perfect moment to strike.
As Alex’s pole disappeared deep into her cunt once again, he grabbed hold of the tank top with both hands and coiled it tightly around her throat. Her eyes shot open, her pussy jolting around his swollen, throbbing cock. She looked down at him with desperate eyes that were so wide and watery.
He used the top like a harness, pulling her down before then slamming her back up. He pounded her pussy relentlessly while her body was starved of oxygen. She clawed at his body with limp hands as his arms bulged with the potent muscles he was using to restrain her. The top grew tighter and tighter around her throat, making the veins bulge and the color deepen in her face. She could only manage a few short, gasping moans, gurgling at the lack of air.
She rode his cock harder, hoping somewhere in that dark soul of his he would stop if she could pleasure him. But he didn’t. Alex smirked at her wickedly, loving how she was just like all the sluts her took.
After a few more struggling, choked moments she began to feel lightheaded. The pleasure and the lack of oxygen bringing on a black out that she would never wake from. Her last efforts was to slide her weak hands down Alex’s muscular pectorals.
He just chuckled, “Good slut… Good slut.”

Mrs Weir lay in a heap on her yoga mat. Alex was already dressed, cleaning up the last few spots of evidence from the small gym room. Her neck was bruised purple, her eyes still wide and staring at nothing. He pulled out a rolled up body bag from his rucksack, tossing her body carelessly into it.
This was Alex Carter’s M.O.: He went after married women, testing them with his seductive skills and if they succumb… well it was there fault that they died for being such whores. That’s what was running through his head while he pushed the body bag into the trunk of his car.
Weir wasn’t the best he’d had but he still enjoyed something about seeing that hopeless look in the eyes of a cheater before they slipped away. It was horribly satisfying and massaged his dark ego.
Alex made one last pass through the house, hunting for any last traces of evidence. He saw a happy looking family photo on the hall table and picked it up. How could she do this, he thought, looking at her smiling face. She had it all; a happy family and a husband that would do anything for her love. He sighed and shook his head, wiping the picture of fingerprints.
He got to the mirror by the door. He fixed his hair, adjusted the revealing vest he always wore to show off to the clients and pulled his shorts tighter to his fat package. He looked at his watch. It was 3.45. I have an appointment with Mrs Clay in 15 minutes. I wonder….
He smirked mischievously.

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