Sarah Bryant: A real life fighter - Sex Stories

Sarah Bryant: A real life fighter

... thought got her excited. She could kill a man like that, right now.

One twist of her hips, and a pull on the arm, and two cracks came. One in the arm, but the softer one, from the guy’s neck mattered more, as he went all twitchy. Sarah gasped in shock- knowing he was seriously injured. And then- the twitching stopped- completely. The body of the bald rapist went limp.

Sarah groaned, as the reality of what she had done hit her. It produced tingling and wetness down there- she applied martial arts knowledge in real life, and killed a guy taller and physically stronger than her.

“H-holy sh*t! Dan! Dan?? You k-killed him! Hot chick…way too hot!”, the other male reacted to the death of his accomplice in crime with panic, as he saw the corpse clearly, upon getting up. He stared at Sarah’s breasts for some time, and tried to run away, but Sarah wasn’t going to let him.

Running at him, she hooked her arms around his waist, and after kicking at his legs from behind, hurled his body backwards in a suplex. The hard surface on an alley magnified the impact force, and the dark-haired assailant was out cold.

Sarah could have just assumed him dead right then and there, but something drove her to want a finisher. Her pussy was burning for it.

The blonde fighting prodigy picked the knocked out male by his hair, only to see a smashed, bloodied face with eyes rolled back. She wanted to use her bendy legs in a different way.

She raised her left leg while standing on the right, and bent the lifted leg so that it wrapped around her next thrill kill’s neck. Standing on one leg, she squeezed hard, harder, more, while moaning louder and louder.

Then, she pulled her left leg upwards, readying for the twist of her hip. The force of a downwards twist and full force squeeze produced grisly sounds that weren’t just bone breaking, but also, cartilage being destroyed. A ghastly croak told her the deserved victim had expired, or will, within the next minute.

“Y-yesssss! T-take that! That kill…was so damn hot!” Sarah was elated, and barely avoided a fall from the strong climax her brand of improvised justice triggered. She felt awesome, and would surely masturbate to these events in her bedroom tonight. Likely many nights.

It took Sarah time to realize what had triggered this deadly fight in the first place. Snapping to her senses, she went to check on the girl, who was unconscious. She connected the bottle and the rag to this- it must have been a chemical. There was also the male. Upon seeing him, and his state, Sarah gasped in shock and pity.

It was Dorian- a helpful fellow student who seemed to look at her a lot, but was always well mannered. As a nerd, he wasn’t exactly her type, but she hated seeing him in pain, and drifting in and out of consciousness, having lost blood from a knife wound. He had tried to call the police, but failed, judging by his cellphone out on the floor.

“Is…that someone…? Am I dead….? Angels…?” Dorian was delirious, ...