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He groaned as the woman ran her tongue along the under side of his dick. She licked up to the head before taking him into her mouth. He ran his hand through her hair as she sucked him off, smiling as all the pleasant memories her tongue coaxed to light.
He had picked her up a week ago at a bar. She hadn’t been a easy mark, she had been fiery and self assured. His attempts at seduction had almost failed, but she eventually relented and took him back to her apartment. She fucked him senseless that night, dressed up in high heels and wonderful silk leggings. He remembered getting down on his knees for her, something he had never done for a woman before. She must have felt powerful, until he slipped a little something into her drink the next morning. Now she was on her knees for him, wearing those same silk leggings.
He had taken her to his hideaway and begun to work her over. She tried to get away only once, and as punishment he took a finger. He remembered fucking her with it afterwards, watching her own finger disappearing into her over and over again. She changed after that, becoming obedient. She became the perfect whore, always ready to please him in any way. He thrust his cock further down her throat as he remembered how she had shown him how flexible she was by doing splits on his dick.
Below him the woman gagged and grasped his thighs. He laced his fingers together and forced her onto his cock, sliding further into her throat. he felt her throat contract around him, massaging his cock. He pushed deeper until he could hear her muffled cries and felt her nose touch his stomach. He let her go and she pulled off of him with a gasp, crying and coughing. She looked up at him, her mascara running down her face like black tears, eyes filled with a mixture of fear and perverse pleasure. She reached out and grasped his cock, pumping her hand up and down the shaft. He wanted to look at her, to watch her as he painted her face with cum. Sadly there was something he needed to do.
“You are amazing, you know that.” He said, a smile creeping across his face. The woman looked up at him with an expression he could only describe as pride, her hands still stroking his cock. He stroked her hair and continued. “You are one of the best girls I’ve ever had the pleasure of screwing, and trust me I wish this could last forever. Sadly I gotta skip town soon and I don’t think I can take you along.” The woman looked at him with an expression of confusion, her hand on his cock growing still. He slapped her cheek lightly and she continued with renewed vigor as he spoke.
“I know I said I would let you go when I was done with you, but that’s too big a risk to take now. I hope you know that this isn’t personal.”
He saw a fleeting moment of shock on the woman’s face as he pulled the trigger on his revolver. Her brains exploded out the back of her head with a thunderclap, painting the wall behind her a deep red. He felt her hand tighten on his cock and he closed his eyes, savoring the last of her pleasures. Only the pleasure didn’t end. He could still feel her hand on him, moving in slow trembling pumps. Looking down he saw that she was still on her knees, her face slack and her eyes unmoving, pumping his cock with her hand. She made little choking sounds that reminded him of the sound she made when he face fucked her. He expected her to keel over any moment, but she kept stroking. Her hand gliding up and down his spit covered cock.
He narrowed his eyes, Was she still alive or was this muscle memory, engraved into her from a week of non stop fucking. He stopped caring as he felt his orgasm build. The woman kept stroking him, her movements growing jerky and uncoordinated. Her eyes had rolled back into her head and her mouth was open slightly, spit dripping from her plump lips. The man let out a grunt as the pressure built, the woman’s twitching hand bring him closer and closer. Her fingers brushed against the head of his cock and he came undone, cumming against her palm. He came into the woman’s slack mouth, thick ropes of cum plastering her chin and spilling down onto her tits. The woman made a soft choking sound, her hand finally ceasing its movement. She collapsed onto her side, cum leaking from her open mouth. Satisfied the man buckled his pants and took a deep breath, he slid his gun back into his pocket and headed for the door. He opened it and stepped outside, looking back at the woman’s cooling body.
“Hope it was good for you.” He said with a smirk, before he slipped away into the night.
Posted on 2010-11-22 22:36:19 by guro
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He groaned as the woman ran her tongue along the under side of his dick. She licked up to the head before taking him into her mouth. He ran his hand through her hair as she sucked him off, smiling as all the pleasant memories her tongue coaxed to light.
He had picked her up a week ago at a bar. She hadn’t been a easy mark, she had been fiery and self assured. His attempts at seduction had almost failed, but she eventually relented and took him back to her apartment. She fucked him senseless that night, dressed up in high heels and wonderful silk leggings. He remembered getting down on his knees for her, something he had never done for a woman before. She must have felt powerful, until he slipped a little something into her drink the next morning. Now she was on her knees for him, wearing those same silk leggings.
He had taken her to his hideaway and begun to work her over. She tried to get away only once, and as punishment he took a finger. He remembered fucking her with it afterwards, watching her own finger disappearing into her over and over again. She changed after that, becoming obedient. She became the perfect whore, always ready to please him in any way. He thrust his cock further down her throat as he remembered how she had shown him how flexible she was by doing splits on his dick.
Below him the woman gagged and grasped his thighs. He laced his fingers together and forced her onto his cock, sliding further into her throat. he felt her throat contract around him, massaging his cock. He pushed deeper until he could hear her muffled cries and felt her nose touch his stomach. He let her go and she pulled off of him with a gasp, crying and coughing. She looked up at him, her mascara running down her face like black tears, eyes filled with a mixture of fear and perverse pleasure. She reached out and grasped his cock, pumping her hand up and down the shaft. He wanted to look at her, to watch her as he painted her face with cum. Sadly there was something he needed to do.
“You are amazing, you know that.” He said, a smile creeping across his face. The woman looked up at him with an expression he could only describe as pride, her hands still stroking his cock. He stroked her hair and continued. “You are one of the best girls I’ve ever had the pleasure of screwing, and trust me I wish this could last forever. Sadly I gotta skip town soon and I don’t think I can take you along.” The woman looked at him with an expression of confusion, her hand on his cock growing still. He slapped her cheek lightly and she continued with renewed vigor as he spoke.
“I know I said I would let you go when I was done with you, but that’s too big a risk to take now. I hope you know that this isn’t personal.”
He saw a fleeting moment of shock on the woman’s face as he pulled the trigger on his revolver. Her brains exploded out the back of her head with a thunderclap, painting the wall behind her a deep red. He felt her hand tighten on his cock and he closed his eyes, savoring the last of her pleasures. Only the pleasure didn’t end. He could still feel her hand on him, moving in slow trembling pumps. Looking down he saw that she was still on her knees, her face slack and her eyes unmoving, pumping his cock with her hand. She made little choking sounds that reminded him of the sound she made when he face fucked her. He expected her to keel over any moment, but she kept stroking. Her hand gliding up and down his spit covered cock.
He narrowed his eyes, Was she still alive or was this muscle memory, engraved into her from a week of non stop fucking. He stopped caring as he felt his orgasm build. The woman kept stroking him, her movements growing jerky and uncoordinated. Her eyes had rolled back into her head and her mouth was open slightly, spit dripping from her plump lips. The man let out a grunt as the pressure built, the woman’s twitching hand bring him closer and closer. Her fingers brushed against the head of his cock and he came undone, cumming against her palm. He came into the woman’s slack mouth, thick ropes of cum plastering her chin and spilling down onto her tits. The woman made a soft choking sound, her hand finally ceasing its movement. She collapsed onto her side, cum leaking from her open mouth. Satisfied the man buckled his pants and took a deep breath, he slid his gun back into his pocket and headed for the door. He opened it and stepped outside, looking back at the woman’s cooling body.
“Hope it was good for you.” He said with a smirk, before he slipped away into the night.
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