Fic Title:Case Of Mistaken Identity
Author:Andrew Troy Keller
Summary:While on vacation in New York City,two thugs had abducted a young male and took him to their boss,a woman who thinks he was someone else.
Warnings:Graphic violence,strong language,male/female sex
You know,it was before I had arrived in the City of New York on June 14th that I was only going to have myself a nice and restful vacation and nothing bad was going to happen to me.
But then,after I had stepped off the bus and started heading towards a hotel
that a friend of mine had suggested,I had suddenly found myself face-to-face with a pair of goons who had looked more like they had gone one round too many with Stone Cold Steve Austin.
“Look,Guys.I don’t know what you would really want from me,but I’m afraid that you’ve got the wrong guy.”,I had said to the two thugs after I had cleared my throat.”So,if you would please excuse me,I would like to get back to enjoying my vacation.”
But after I had moved myself past them and was about to walk away from the scene,I had just felt a sudden blow to the back of the head,which had caused me to have no other choice,but to drop down to the ground and watch everything around me start spinning around and around.
And after the two thugs had walked over to me and one of them had kneeled down to me and said,”That’s what you think,Shit-head!The lady wants you back at her place and she means now!”,I was unable to do anything to stop them,because after those words had been said,I had suddenly felt that I’ve had no other choice,but to close my eyes and go right to sleep.
Now,all I could tell you folks at this point is that I’ve had no idea as to how long I was out cold,but as soon as I was finally able to open my eyes,place my hand on my head and start wondering what was the license number of the truck that had hit me,I had suddenly discovered that those piss-ant rejects from a Humphery Bogart movie had placed me inside a room that only a guy like Donald Trump could find himself working in.
And then,just as I was about to try to figure out why I was brought to that place,I’ve heard a voice from behind me saying,”Those guys are a little crude in their work,I do admit.But at least,they were able to get the job done.”
That had caused me to turn around and discover a Yasmine Bleeth lookalike sitting in a chair and reading one of the newest novels by Mister Fright Factory himself,Stephen King,only to have her take one look at me and place the book on a small table next to the chair.
And after she had gotten out of the chair,opened her bathrobe and exposed her nude body in front of me,the hot looking babe had slowly walked over to me,placed my hands on her bare hips,wrapped her arms around me and said,”You’ve been a very naughty boy to run away from me like that,Mister Robert Bagley.But there’s no need to worry,for I’m about to give you the chance to make it up to me right about now.”
But then,just as I was about to explain to her that she had mistaken me for the wrong guy,she ahd already given me a deep and passionate kiss on the lips,which had caused a sudden wave of pure sexual pleasure to start rushing throughout my entire body and it had became way too strong for me to resist.
And so,after I had taken all of my clothes off and the both of us had placed our nude bodies on the floor,I had started licking all over her body–all the way down to her hot,wet pussy and carressing her firm breasts,causing her to place her hands on my bare shoulders and say,”Aaaahhhh,yeeeessss!That’s it!Do it,Robert!Touch me!Touch me there!Suck my wet pussy dry!Aaaahhhh!”
And then,at that exact moment,I had suddenly realized that even though I had been knocked out and brought to that place against my will,I was experiencing something that I had never experienced with such a hot looking raven haired beauty like her before,for I was experiencing pure and untamed erotica…and enjoying every minute of it.
Just then,after she had tapped on my shoulder and said,”Okay,Robert.It’s time for me to start sucking on that stiff cock of yours.”,I had looked at my newfound lover with sexual hunger in my eyes and said,”Actually,my little bitch!I’ve got a better idea for my stiff cock!So,roll over you fucking whore!”
But then,just as she was about to ask me what the fucking hell was I talking about,I had flipped her over,placed my stone hard dick inside her asshole and used each of my hands to start carressing her tits and snatch.
“AAAAHHHH!WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?PLEASE DON’T DO THAT!I DON’T WANT IT!STOP IT!OOOOHHHH,PLEASE DON’T STOP!”,yelled my sexually-energized lover after she had placed her hands on my bare arms.”YEEEESSSS!THAT’S IT!DO IT,YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH!FUCK ME!I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME!MAKE ME WANNA CUM!AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!”
And after we had started moving harder and faster and our lovemaking has reached its final path towards Central Park West,the both of us had came and collapsed due to exhaustion.
Then suddenly,after we were both finally able to catch our breath and she had placed her head on my chest,I had looked at her face and noticed that there was a single tear running down her cheek.
That had caused me to place my gentle hand on her bare back and ask,”Are you going to be okay?Is there something wrong?”
And then,after she had taken a deep breath and lifted her head up towards me,she had wiped the tears from her eyes and answered,”It suddenly looks to me like we have a case of mistaken identity here.My name is Pamela Brooks,whose father happens to be the President and CEO of The Brooks Foundation.And who might you be?”
Then,after I had suddenly realized that there was no other way around it,I had also taken a deep breath and told her that my name is really David Taylor,who happens to be one of the dock workers at the Cleveland Pier and in New York City for some much needed downtime.
After she had heard everything that I had told her,a saddened Pamela had sat up,put her bathrobe back on and said,”David,I really am so very sorry about this.If you want to hate my fucking guts,then please go ahead and do so,because I don’t give a shit anymore!”
And after I had noticed that she had placed her hands over her eyes and began to cry,I had gotten off the floor,walked over to Pamela and said,”That’s where you’re wrong,Pamela.I’m not going to hate your guts.You see,I’m glad that it had happened to me,because it had given me the chance to find my one true love.I love you,Pam…and I’m going to keep on doing so with all of my heart.”
And then,after she had looked up at me and allowed me to slip her robe off of her nude body and down on the floor,the both of us had given each other a deep and passionate kiss on the lips.
As for what the future might possibly hold for the both of us,the answer to that question is quite simple:a year later,Mister Brooks,the President and CEO of The Brooks Foundation has welcomed into his organization a new foreman named David Taylor and his wife,Mrs. Pamela Taylor.