Missing Persons & Bitter Sweets

         Sometimes people and things disappear. Often times they are never found. Many people are never accounted for and some are declared missing or dead. Whether by design or purpose, tragedies can occur anywhere, anytime.

         A grief stricken girl walked into a small Gas mini mart. She particularly stood out amongst the other few customers inside. Her dress was dark, and her head was draped with some kind of mourning cloth. Tom was just another faceless employee at any mini mart, but he could not help but stare at her. Her provocative short skirt revealed a frilly pair of white laced panties below, he couldn't help but stare at them, as they curved over her pussy.

         "One cup of coffee and forty dollars in unleaded please." Said the attractive woman. Tom took a moment before realizing he had been spoken to. With some hesitation Tom replied. "That will be forty two dollars and thirty nine cents with tax." He could have just stopped there, but his inquisitive nature got the better of him. "You look like your dressed for a funeral?"

         The woman paused for a moment, for her, sharing her grief with a stranger might have normally been odd, but due to her grieving, she couldn't help but reply. "My younger brother went missing and was never found, today is his funeral." Cries were welling up within her. Tom hastened the transaction at this sight, and within seconds she was already out the door leaving a lousy tip of pennies and dimes in her wake.  As the change flew a few pennies hit  the floor. Tom looked at them in anguish, more work, bending over and picking them up, he almost did not.

         As Tom bent down, his arm accidently brushed the counter. With his arm so close to his female co-workers coffee, it started to tumble. With great haste Tom sent his left arm flying towards the cup catching it in the nick of time. "That was close," muttered Tomb under his breath. Looking down in his right hand was a single penny. A single penny that stood out from no other, a penny that girl had carelessly tossed a moment earlier, but somehow Tom felt it meant something. "Huh, this must be a lucky penny."

         Jenny opened the door of the shared bathroom in the back of the mini mart. She thought something felt odd and looked around inside the mini mart. While customers were outside pumping their own gas, Tom was nowhere to be seen anywhere, yet his truck sat right over in the parking lot. Puzzled she looked over at the register, besides some scattered change on the floor, it seemed perfectly normal. In frustration she grabbed her coffee and started drinking it down.

         Tom was not sure where he was or why he felt sea sick. Both hot and nauseated he felt like he had no control over his body. A moment earlier he felt like part of him and been stripped away. He continued to slush around as he tried to gain his Barings.

         The min marts door chimed with the ring of a small bell. A beautiful woman dressed in dark clothing stepped in. Jenny couldn't help but be jealous of her figure. Gawking would have been rude so instead Jenny looked away.

         "I'm kind of down and out." The young girl said to Jenny. "Can I get thirty five dollars in gas and a pack of Cigarettes?" Jenny typed the amounts into  the old register and the total came to forty one dollars and two cents with tax. "Can I see your ID?" The girl obediently handed over her card. "Thank you Anna, will that be all for today?" Anna shook her head vertically and started rummaging through her purse.

         "Ahh, I appear to be two pennies short," Said Anna. Jenny looked down at the floor and saw two pennies, reaching down she grabbed them and set them right next to her coffee on the counter. "No problem Anna." With that Anna promptly exited the mini mart.

         Swaying back in forth in a dark cavern of some sort, Tom was scared. Hope appeared in the form of a bright light for Tom, as the sky of the dark cavern seemingly rose up.

         Now that Anna had left, Jenny took this chance to finish her coffee. Taking  the lid off she was able to make quick work of the coffee drinking  down every last drop. For some odd reason the coffee left a weird feeling with Jenny but she just figured it was nerves.

         Two hours had now passed and Tom was still nowhere to be seen, the young  18 year old had barely been in her care for two days, and he was already missing. Being off the highway she started to think the worse and soon the police had arrived. After a brief statement to the police she was relieved when her boss showed up. Being able to notice how shaken Jenny was, her boss Henry of 38, excused her for the evening.

         Driving home Jenny phoned her boyfriend. Without any luck he did not pick up, but Jenny knew he was probably still at work. Arriving home after twenty minutes she pulled into her spot in front of their apartment. George's old beater was sitting in his spot.

         Jenny stepped in and noticed a box of Valentine's day chocolates in the form of a heart. "Valentine's day was yesterday dummy," She said under her breathe, delighted all the same.

         Stressing over Tom's disappearance and George's romantic gesture, Jenny walked into the bathroom. Pulling off her mini mart hat, the brim stained in sweet, she looked in the mirror. Discouraged by the site of a mini mart uniform she pulled off her vest and buttoned up short, button by button revealing a rather plain bra, but a slender frame supporting two perky tits. Still the sweat rolling down between her curves made her sigh. Unbuttoning her Khakis they dropped from the weight of her wallet and cell phone. Bending over to reveal her tight ass and rounded hips, she grabbed the pants taking out the wallet and cell.

         With the Pants off she stood on one leg with the most nimble balance and yanked off her sweaty socks one by one. With  everything now on the floor, she dropped her last piece revealing a very light bush sitting upon a wrinkly lose slit. Jenny frowned, it had only been two days since she had last shaved, but her hair always seemed to come back. Running the tubs water to temp she pulled out a Razor and shaving cream from a nearby drawer. Making quick work of it, a bald patch and smooth legs were the result. Still the sweat running down her slender back gave her a chill to the bone as a draft went by.

         Running the water she adjusted the temp and proceeded to cleanse herself for thirty minutes. She had an urge to be clean as much as possible for her special gift.

         A while back George had gotten out of work. With his day at the local retail Giant over, George stopped at a small novelty store on his way home. Forgetting Valentine's day yesterday had proved costly the day before as his back was very sore from the couch. Stumbling into the small store he eyed a heart shaped candy box. In a rush he paid for the item and continued on his way.

         Arriving home, he noticed he had missed a call from Jenny. Setting down the chocolates on the kitchen table he heard a noise. Looking outside he saw Jenny pulling up in her small Ford. Looking again at the chocolates he had just set down he noticed a strange glow. Being inquisitive George looked into the box. He was shocked. A small card with some writing formed, and all the chocolate vanished with the same glow. He read the card, but realized he should not have the moment he did. "These chocolates are bitter sweet, so you be her sweet." An eruption of darkness engulfed George, leaving him motionless, still, terrified. He sat there unable to move in the darkness for thirty minutes.

         Jenny pulled down the towel she had hung over the rungs of the shower rod. Starting with her hair, she preferred a towel over a dryer and massaged her hair sporadically with her hands. The movement was quite sexy, as the motion in her arms caused her breasts to jiggle in such an enchanting way. As she finished with her hair she dried each arm in turn, and then draped the towel around her back. Making use of her butt and back muscles, she rubbed the towel back and forth until all the water was absorbed from her back. Had her boyfriend been here at that moment, this mooning show may have prompted a spanking she thought. Taking careful care in drying her front side, Jenny smacked her pussy as if to confirm it was dry.

         Without bothering to dress Jenny made her way to the adjoining Kitchen. There on the table sat the sealed, unopened heart shaped candy box. Like a cat in heat she grabbed the ribbon on the box and tore it open as if she had claws. Inside sat a single square chocolate with a hand embroidered card. She read it aloud. "I'll be with you shortly, my love. Love your Sweet."

         Usually this kind of romantic gesture was lost on Jenny, her practicality with money and low shared income made her emotions like stone in these matters. An urge seemed to come over her, as if the chocolate scent was overpowering her, the bliss it was creating was ravaging her. Like an aphrodisiac the smell brought on a sexual desire she herself couldn't understand. With chocolate in hand she ran to the bedroom.

         George couldn't understand what was going on. After a hellish thirty minutes of no movement or light Jenny's gigantic face appeared. His heart sank from hope to utter fear, her large fragile hand crushed down and lifted his body like it was nothing. In a flash of blurry light he stopped and gazed out at his giant bedroom.

         Throwing herself on the bed, Jenny in ecstasy threw off all the blankets on the bed. Burning for passion and unable to wait for her lover to arrive; she plunged two fingers deep into her gaping lose hole. With a small moan she could tell she would not be so easily satisfied.  With the chocolate beginning to melt in the other hand, jenny had a brilliant idea. With a second plunge from her other hand the chocolate was lodged deeply in her tight snatch. As if by instinct the moment the chocolate had entered the hole, she had a orgasm causing a ripple to go from her belly, all the way to her face causing any onlooker to shiver with excitement.

         George was terrified as he was rapidly be shaken in his girlfriend's hand. Fear paralyzed him, if he could scream he would, but he hurtled like a rocket into the deep depths of his girlfriend's snatch. Pushing through the two wet lips he slid inside feeling pieces of himself fall off as he made his way deeper and deeper. Covered in a heat that felt worse than any summer day, George was again in the dark, feeling himself slowly fade.

         With her first orgasm over, Jenny had no qualms over having more, it seemed the chocolate inside her was making her even more horny. As she squirmed in the bed throwing her feet around as she pleased, her slit leaked a brown chocolate ooze. A small Stain was becoming visible on the bed. Repositioning her hand from her clit, she dug the chocolate deeper into her with renewed finger thrusts, each penetrating further than previously before. With a new desire blooming, she switched hands, sending her left hand onto her tongue sucking the chocolate ooze from her pussy in delight. As she savored the chocolate she rubbed and caressed her breasts, smearing the chocolate, while leaving stains. Using her other hand, she coated her clit in the chocolate ooze as well, with this move came a great orgasm.

         Feeling  as if all his skin had been pulled away, the pain George was now receiving was nearly unbearable. His body felt like it was being bruised all over. An odd sensation accompanied this pain, it felt as if he was being continually pressed against a wall, each time he pressed into it, he felt it might swallow him up.

        As if unable to control herself, Jenny's last orgasm resulted in an expulsion of melted chocolate syrup from her pussy, followed by a loan cheery stem protruding from her slit. Using her fingers she pulled the small sweet fruit from her loose hole. As if unwilling to let go, the flesh around the cherry held firm, but eventually gave way as she tugged the cherry harder. "Hey little Cherry," said Jenny. "You nearly ended up in my little womb," she said with a wild grinning smirk. She placed the cherry in her mouth as she continued to finger and massage her slit, and clit. "Little cherry, when my boyfriend gets here, he's going to make me cum over and over again; and then I'm going to eat up my little sweetie George, just like you." With the end of that sentence she positioned her sweet cherry between her molars.

         Shooting out as if in a pinball machine, George felt a part of himself lurch outside of his prison. The pain had subsided for the most part, but the agony was still bearing down on him with full fury. Again he saw two large fingers pry him loose from his prison. As he was yanked his body held dearly to his prison. The next few words filled him with pure dread. He started to pray.

         Jenny still furiously playing with herself, bit down hard on her little cherry sweet. An explosion of cherry guts exploded inside her mouth releasing a flavor of pure joy. At the same moment she achieved release again as she chewed the cherry into tiny pieces, swallowing in small portions as she chewed. Her hands wondered all about spreading the juices from her pussy all over her chest and crotch. She couldn't help but scream George's name as she wailed and moaned. Getting up she licked her hands while staring at herself in the mirror.

          "George," she yelled! "I'm ready whenever you are, come satisfy me now, my sweet!" As she called out to him she continued to rub her body and lick up the delicious chocolate sweet, each nipple and patch of skin were rubbed to attain a small taste to feed her frenzy further. "Sweet," she continued to yell in the place of her boyfriend's name. She did so for an hour longer, until she began to feel fear, thinking back to Tom's disappearance she started to feel despair. A second missing persons report was filed that day by Jenny. George's body was never found.

The End

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