They Swipped Right

Maurice Johnson swiped right; Breanna got the notification immediately. “Maurice liked you” Breanna was busy and made a mental note to check her dating app later that day. As an attorney with caseload after caseload, Breanna Teyes didn’t have time to make it into the local meet-up spots. The online option was right up her alley, quick, easy, and not too involved until it was time to physically and possibly meet that special guy. A couple of weeks later after leaving the courthouse emotional and upset, Breanna focused on a thought “I wish I had someone to share my day with and listen to their day”. At the same moment, she thought, shit let me check my dating app.

As a gorgeous brown-eyed, brown-hair woman Breanna was attractive to the opposite sex. She never had an issue getting a date or immediate attention. Breanna logs in to her dating app and is stunned to see so many guys have swiped right, but Maurice just stuck out to her as if his eyes were looking past her image. He had a sincere smile, not too attractive to her but a nice-looking guy. Let’s go for it she thought, and with a little hesitation, she, too swiped right; and took a step further, she messaged him! The message was vague and short. “Hello, I see you were looking”. About an hour later, Breanna was already reading and replying to several messages from Maurice.

“Getting to know someone these days is a challenge”, replied, Maurice. “Can I take you out for lunch one day this week?” Was a message Breanna didn’t want to read although she was ready physically, mentally was still a challenge. Her last breakup was tough as she was feeling her ex at the time when he decided that sneaking around was a better option.

That Monday, September 25, she accepted, and a few days later, Thursday, September 28th, they met at a local sports bar with amazing food and many options. They both sat on the same side of the table and began to order the drinks. She was slightly impressed that he ordered a margarita for her, but thoughts did gloss her mind. How does he know I drink; know I drink tequila or even like sweet drinks, but still was impressed that she was in a way, getting taken care of instead of the opposite as usual. She turns and asks, “Maurice? How did you know I would like a tequila? “I didn’t, but was hoping you did; how did I do?” Looking for validation was this a good or bad thing in a person thought Breanna, could this in the future, hinder the relationship and will I always need to validate every part of his life and decision-making? “Back up, this was just the first date; let’s slow the fuck down! Thought the overzealous, overworked Breanna. As they finished their lunch, Maurice asked “What do you have planned for the rest of the day” I have nothing planned for the rest of the day I face I’m off work until Monday responded Breanna, “So you have 4 days off?” Questioned Maurice, “yes, I am, and I will take full advantage of them”; eagerly replied, Breanna. “Would you like to spend the rest of the day with me?” Maurice hoped for a yes but wasn’t planning on it, Breanna replied “Yes”.

The day consisted of some friendly foosball and a few more drinks. The night quickly came, and they ended up at Maurice’s place, a gorgeous 7-room mansion off White Rock Lake in Dallas, Texas. “Wow, your home is incredible and immaculate, makes my 4 bedrooms look like a shack! “Thank you,” replied Maurice, “are you married,” asked Breanna, “no I am not” assured, Maurice. They toured the house and met up in the den for drinks. Breanna knew she was too intoxicated to get in her car and drive 20 miles on the freeway, so she accepted the invitation to stay. Maurice set her up in the room and closed the door so she would sleep.

An hour later Breanna pops up and quickly stagers to find the restroom. “Do you have tissue?” yells Breanna. “I am so sorry about that, yes, I do,” replied Maurice and would you like me to leave it out here or come in? Please come in, stated Breanna adding I don’t even know how I got in here. While he hands her the tissue, he also hands her a towel, “I am sorry, I sleep in the nude, quickly explained Breanna.

“You are fine” grinned Maurice, “very fine,” he added. “You might as well stay since you’re still staring that hard.” “I am sorry again, Breanna, I will let you be, “no I am serious, stay” replied Breanna. Her mind She washed her hands and takes the towel, they proceed to the bedroom, then, Maurice gently takes her and lays her on the bed, opens her thighs, and begins to taste the parts that made her a woman, he sucks and inserts his tongue into her extremely, wet vagina. Your pussy tastes amazing and shit you are very wet, what do you like in bed” he asks, “continue with what you got going on,” replied Breanna and her river began to flow nonstop. Maurice gets excited and his penis begins to rise. Breanna looks down for a moment and is slightly nervous, how will all that fit in my, thoughts leave her mind as her pussy begins to flow yet again, shuttering she says. “I am sorry about your bed Maurice,” to which he replies, “that’s what washers are for.” Breanna relaxes back to the position Maurice had her in, on her back with thighs wide open and pussy full of tongue. She stops counting her orgasms after 5. “You are wrong for this Maurice,” expresses Breanna. Before Maurice could express his apologies, Breanna was already at her 10th climax, Maurice quickly inserted himself in her mouth so she wouldn’t let out a loud moan. She begins to suck and swallow as much to her surprise, Maurice was already Cumming in her mouth, as he let out a loud sigh Breanna began to get excited again. She grabs his hand and inserts his fingers in her wet and dripping pussy. Her river begins to flow once again.

It seemed as if only 5 minutes had passed when Maurice was already going down to his favorite spot on her body. “Wow, you are ready already?” questioned Breanna. “You are the one that is keeping me ready, I love the way you taste and wow, you know how to make me feel good” “Are you going to look at me just like a sex toy now,” jokingly asked Maurice, both laughing they were back in the same positions when a knock was at the door. “Let me get that,” stated Maurice. “Hello, I’m Officer Bradshaw with the Dallas Police Department, and I am looking for Mrs. Johnson” Maurice, attempts to close the door behind him, but it’s too late Breanna has already started putting on all her clothes and now is looking for her shoes.

Maurice took about 10 minutes and started heading back in, only to find Breanna dressed and waiting for him to move away from the door so she can bounce. “Where are you going,” asked Maurice, “the fuck out of here” replied Breanna, adding, I don’t know who Mrs. Johnson is and I don’t want to find out. Oh no please let me expla…. he didn’t get it out while, she states “You don’t owe me an explanation and I don’t want to know” Maurice went on, “That is my wife they are looking for, she was involved in an armed robbery with her side asshole that I didn’t know about until they did that. They are both wanted for the crime and the cops come by periodically looking for her.” “Well, do you know where she is?” “You are a lawyer, maybe you can hel”.

‘… again Maurice can’t his words out when Breanna begins, “See that’s why I hate to tell people I am an attorney, someone is always trying to involve you once they get that knowledge from you.” “No Maurice I am not about to get involved with you and whatever your wife have going on,” “You’re just like the rest of the guys I meet, lying and don’t have a reason to, because trust me, had you said you were married, none of with would have gone down, I it did, too.

“Come on Bre please don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it, because according to how many times you climaxed, you can’t deny it!” “That has nothing to do with what happened here and don’t try to change the subject, we can both part ways as if nothing happened.” Breanna walked towards the door when she felt Maurice follow quickly behind her and everything went blank.

When Breanna came to, it was Tuesday, October 3rd, she knew that because as she attempted to figure out where she was, she heard a local radio announcer say, what a beautiful Tuesday this 3rd day of October. She quickly went into full panic mode. Looking around to find a way out, noticing different objects around the room, she couldn’t hold it in and began to scream. The door opens, and as she nervously awaits to find out who’s coming in, she immediately gets sick, it’s Maurice and he is coming in with a tray of what looks like food. Maurice places the tray on a table near her and asks if she would eat it, I ain’t touching shit you give me, you low-life coward!” shouts Breanna. “You have that choice,” responds Maurice. The door closes behind him and as he’s locking it, Breanna decides to eat what was served, it was all 4 days later and she could feel herself getting weak, and that one thing she didn’t want to feel so that she could plan her escape with a clear mind. She was about done with what she figured was meatloaf that needed work, when she heard a tapping on the wall, she quickly went towards the sound and began to tap back, knowing nothing about Morse code, she attempted either way, 3 taps should mean yes and 2 should mean no, she rationalized. The taps got longer and more frequent and Breanna knew in her gut that someone just like her had to be in the same position as she. The tapping continued and a scream right after, sounded like help or a word that started with H, “I am here” she replied, “can you hear me? the voice replied. “Yes, yes I can hear you, are you ok,” asked Breanna, “no” the other voice replied. “Please tell me your name and how long have you been here” asked Breanna. “I am Kathy, I don’t know, a long time, and I can’t keep eating his wife, her body is making me sick” Breanna lost everything she had just ate and more, as soon as she heard that, she didn’t ever wait for clarification to ensure she heard correctly, she instantly got sick. An hour later, Breanna returned to the wall in hopes that Kathy was available, “are you there, can you hear me?” “I am here,” replied Kathy, I am sorry, I didn’t think you would throw up” “Kathy please tell me you didn’t mean that Maurice is feeding us his wife’s remains?” “I am sorry, but yes he is, and I watched him murder her!” “Kathy, my name is Bre, please tell me, you know your way around his house?

Kathy begins to tell Breanna everything she knows about the house, turns out Kathy is his housekeeper, and when he thought she was gone for the day, he was unaware that his wife asked her to stay a little longer, Kathy walked in on Maurice attacking Mrs. Johnson.

Ok, that explains why you are here, but why am I, internally thought Breanna. “Kathy, please tell me everything you know about Maurice Johnson” Kathy begins, the day she met them, before the kids were born, they were always traveling, and working on their business, they had a Tequila farm in Mexico and ran the distribution from the Wearhouse right up the road from the house. Mr. Johnson was madly in love with his wife, and he always made sure she knew that by all the gifts, treats, and notes he would leave her daily. One day Kathy came in and they were making love on the kitchen counter, she had to add that to her list of duties for the day, but she secretly hid in the closet right in front of the kitchen and couldn’t help but watch, Mr. Johnson had training in massage therapy and knew his way around the human body, he knew all the spots to massage and caress so that Mrs. Johnson would climax multiple times. Kathy continues, he had her on the kitchen counter with her legs in the air, and it looked as if he was eating watermelon with no hands, she would ask him to bite her nipples and slap her face, but he didn’t seem too comfortable doing so, but she was aggressive and would take his hands and make him slap her and bite her until she would scream, the house and property are too massive for anyone to hear, so they could be as loud as they wanted to, and they didn’t have kids either.

One day Mrs. Johnson came home from the often trips she took and handed Maurice a doctor’s note with the confirmation of her pregnancy, he was surprised but excited. Their daughter was born 7 months after she gave him the news and 2 years passed when yet again she was expecting, their son was born with some health issues and by the time he was 2, the sex life had become nonexistent, she was always drinking and yelling at Maurice for reasons that had nothing to do with him, he would take care of the kids and she would still take her trips. One Monday morning, she came home with the news that she was pregnant again, he knew that this couldn’t be his child and perhaps; the kids they had now were not his.

Maurice took both kids in to get a DNA test, Mrs. Johnson was 9 months pregnant and about to give birth.

The doctor was in the hospital, so off he went with both kids. They completed the exam and were about to hear home when he remembered he hadn’t registered them to have the birth at the hospital, so he and the kids headed to the women’s center. When he arrived, he informed the information desk of what he was there to do. He provided their name and to his surprise, they were registered, he replied, “One more thing I don’t need to do,” the nurse that was there for the 2 previous births walked by and said hello, he asked, Milly, when did my wife have the time to come register us for the birth, she goes to get the information and while looking, finds that her “husband” registered them months before. “Well, that’s not possible” states Maurice, “I have not had the time either, “can I see the writing?” the information clerk was there and said, I recall a gentleman coming in saying he was Clare Johnson’s husband and wanted to register for the birth, “I am sorry Mr. Johnson, he looked nothing like you!” “What the fuck did he look like?” demanded Maurice. The staff allowed him to gather his thoughts and watch the children.

Mr. Johnson arrived home that day in a rage, he left the kids with his aunt and when he saw his wife Clare he lost his mind, he yelled until he couldn’t anymore, he never thought he could hit a woman, and that day he slapped her and not in the sexual way she like, but with all the hate a human heart can hold.

The baby was born as a stillbirth, not from what Maurice did but because Mrs. Johnson wouldn’t stop drinking. That day they got home and were both exhausted, Maurice started to choke her until she turned blue, then stopped. Later that day he made her get in her car while he got in the back tucked in the back seat, he gave her instructions to go to the kid’s father’s house, all the kids, none were his. They arrived and she was to ask him to go with her when Jackson got in the car, a gun was on him and one on Mrs. Johnson.

Jackson attempted to calm Maurice down but there was no hope. Maurice had them go into Valentino’s at the Highland Park Village in Dallas, with what looked to be real guns, and rob the store, he had them put all the merchandise in storage and drive to the warehouse. Maurice brutally tortured and murdered Jackson in front of Clare and had her gather all his body parts and put them in containers. He took the containers to a property they owned; they were scheduled to pour the concrete the next morning. This would hide the containers with his body parts decomposed with the solution he poured over him.

Maurice drove him and his wife back home. I was upstairs when I heard them come in, he was telling her that he had a plan for her to meet up with Jackson in hell, that’s when I assumed he had to have killed him. I heard them both going up the stairs so I hid while they made it up, I started to walk down when I heard him start to yell- a sound I never heard from him before, so I decided to hide to make sure she would be ok. I heard the shower, so I went into the living area, it was the safest place because they had a two-way mirrored room. I went in and waited. The living room had a lot of mirrors, and I knew it was his favorite part of the house.

They both came down and sat on the couch, right next to the separate room I was in. The room was locked from the inside, so I had some control. Maurice asked his wife to get on her knees and suck his dick, he said it with so much aggression that I knew how angry and lost he was. He used her mouth as if it was her vigina and used her like a human trash can. He released what looked like urine he had been holding for hours, he yelled at her to swallow it, and he spit at her. He did everything she always wanted him to, but he never felt right doing it, instead of enjoying it, she was miserable, and he made sure of that. He fucked her as if he was fucking someone he hated.

I could tell he was pleasured, but sad at the same time. He watched himself from every angle on all the mirrors, his penis going in and out of her mouth, her pussy and ass. He kept pouring lubricants in her because she was not into it and I’m sure she was scared. He didn’t care, he continued to fuck her in every way she always wanted. He pulled her hair, and slapped her ass, her face, and her thighs. I wanted to stop him, but didn’t have the strength to match his. He must have cum 2 or 3 times, when he grabbed her and sat her on the couch as he started telling her “I know that’s what you like, you always wanted that from me, well you got it”

He walked into the kitchen, took a knife, and ran back to the living room, as if he was demonized, he grabbed her head pulled her hair back, and sliced her throat. I Let out a scream and he started beating on the door, he grabbed his gun and started shooting into the room, breaking the mirrors, he pointed the gun at me and demanded I help him clean up. He put her body in a bag, and we drove to the construction site, he put her in the same container Jackson was in. We drove to the Oklahoma state line, and he reported the robbery with a burner phone.

When we got back to the house, he put me in this room.“Kathy, what is Jackson’s last name please you need to tell me!” advised Breanna. Kathy began to think and respond, “Something with a T like Tates, or Terry”, vaguely recalled Kathy. “Kathy, is it Teyes?” “YES, that’s it Teyes, Jackson Teyes” Breanna was about to get sick but had nothing left in her stomach. “What is it, Bre?” questioned Kathy. “Jackson Teyes is my brother.” softly replied Breanna. We all thought he was on the run, because of the robbery, but we never understood why he would do that, he had no need he too, was an attorney.t here...