Page 7 of Eternity of Horror
"Hey! Don't you fucking dare apologize for that. Trust me, princess, out of the filthy fucking things I like, that was by far the tamest. Now, it's your turn."
I shift and pull her down to the stretcher where I was, hooking my fingers into her pants and pulling them off her in one swoop. I groan when I see that even her thighs are wet with her juices just from sucking me. I take the back of her thighs in each hand and push her legs back and open. Looking up at her eyes as I gather saliva in my mouth and spit directly onto her already-drenched pussy. She gasps as her head falls back onto the stretcher.
I sniff between her legs too, like a wolf about todevour his meal. The sweetest smell of everything between her legs blends together in my nose, forcing my eyes to close as I lean in and take that first lick. My flattened tongue presses against her leaking hole and slowly glides up to her clit. She doesn’t struggle or fight me. She just accepts my tongue in the most private parts of her body with such eagerness. I smile as I swallow her taste, thinking she's already my good little whore.
I begin swirling my tongue around her clit. Playing with it as she whimpers and pleads for me to keep going. I lick a little harder, causing the pitch of her moans to tick up. The finishing touch is sliding my hand down her thigh and pressing a thick finger into her cunt, curling it up inside her. I hammer my finger into her pussy, my knuckles punching her asshole. My tongue stays consistent as I lick her swollen clit and wait for the fireworks.
Her breath catches in her throat and her lower back lifts off the stretcher, pressing her cunt down onto my hand as I keep my rhythmic pumping steady. I growl against her. "Cum for me my Little Corpse Queen. Soak my face like the whore you are."
I feel her push, and a rush of liquid splashes out over my hand. I return my tongue to her clit, and my hand forcefully splashes her squirt all over both of us as she blasts me a second time.
I sit up. The evidence of her orgasm pouring off my face like I just stepped out of the shower. Pulling her up into my chest. One arm wraps tight around her as she shakes. Her breath ragged and all over the place as she holds onto me.She probably thinks I am cuddling her, like...what do they call it… aftercare? But no. I’m moving her so I can unzip the cover she is laying on.The sound of the zipper doesn’t even get her attention. When I open it, I see two black seat belt-like buckles. Perfect.
I open one of the buckles and lay her back down. When she finally opens her eyes, she looks up at me with some confusion, and dare I say, fear. I smile at her. "You got to cum, little one. But I didn't... yet."
I press her knees to her chest and pull the buckle over the backs of her thighs. Buckling it together, I take the slack and pull it tight so her legs are fixed against her body and she can't move, her pretty cunt on full display.
"Wha... what are you going to do to me..." she asks shyly. I wonder if she knows or if she's genuinely curious. I mean, I am a stranger who followed her in the dark, got into a van with a dead body in it, and now has her strapped to a stretcher. Not the most normal first date I would imagine.
"Do you mean... am I going to hurt you? Mmm, it might hurt a little bit. But the good kind of hurt. The kind of hurt that when you sit down tomorrow there will be a sting that reminds you of what you did. What I did to you. A hurt that will get under your skin and make you crave more. Pain that will have you begging me to do it again, but next time, make it permanent," I tell her as I slide closer to her.
I take my cock in my hand and rub it up her asshole to her pussy. Full slow strokes with the tip along both pretty little fuck holes. The adrenaline is boiling in my chest at how close I am to entering her. I want to justforce my cock into her asshole and see how loud she can scream. But maybe I'll save that for our second date.
My leaking tip finds her welcoming cunt, her tender lips parting as I press myself forward. "Fuck, you're so big..." She groans as more of me enters her.
"And alive..." I say, giving her a knowing smile. A look of panic that washes over her face right before I plunge every inch of me inside her. Forcing that emotion into the back of her mind and replacing it with pleasure and pain. I can feel the head of my dick hitting her cervix. "Mmm, not very deep are you, princess?" I chuckle.
I use my thumbs to pull her pussy lips open more and begin my assault. I’m not interested in lasting a long time or making her think I’m some porn star. I’m only interested in emptying my nuts into her cunt and watching my seed leak out onto the same stretcher that dead bodies lay on. I wonder if she cleaned this after the last time or if there's still remnants of the dead under us.
With deep heavy thrusts, I fuck my entire length into her. Not caring how bad it hurts either of us, bruising her cervix and the head of my cock with their repeated collision. My fingers dig into the meat of her folded thigh harder as I feel myself getting close. I quicken my pace to match my increased growls.
"Please, fill me. Please..." she cries. I mean, literally crying. Being unsure if she is begging for my load because she wants it or because she wants it to stop sends me over the edge. I fuck every single drop of cum in my balls into this helpless girl's little cunt. My tempo slows but the force of my thrusts remains ruthless.
Once finished, I withdraw my length from her and watch as it spills out. My cock is covered in our cream - hers and mine. I smile at the mess I made of her, inside and out. I unbuckle the strap, admiring the marks left behind on her legs before she straightens them with a stretch and groans. She reaches into a milk crate that's tucked in between the track on the floor that the stretchers slide in on and the back sliding door. Grabbing a white sheet, she gently cleans her pussy up with it, biting her lip as she looks at me. Her gaze locked on my face, watching me as I watch her clean herself. So fucking filthy.
“So um… Hi. My name is Lilith, nice to meet you.” She says with a nervous giggle.
Continuing to make eye contact, I glide my index finger through the sticky mess that soaks the length of my cock with a smirk, “Osiris.” I bring my finger to my mouth and suck the gathered juices off with a moan. “Nice to meet you too.”
We hop out of the van, and she pulls the dead person out with us. She is filled with pure excitement as she opens the garage door on the side of the building and leads us down a hallway to a room that I can only assume is where she prepares the dead for burial. On a table in the corner is an old man, his head propped up on a black plastic block. There is some kind of creamy white stuff all over his face under a few layers of plastic wrap. I look around, silently taking in everything for a few minutes while she tells me about what she does. I’m half listening but my curiosity can't help but interrupt.
"Do you ever get any good looking bodies here? I mean I am VERY well aware young people die... I've seen them... but have YOU seen any young, attractive dead people?" I say with a smirk.
"I ahh... I mean. I get all kinds of people on my table... um. But sure... there have been a couple of attractive people. I think..." she says as shyly as humanly possible. There is that panic and embarrassment again. Oh, this girl is fuckin filthy, isn't she? There is definitely a dark secret hiding behind that shame.
"Do me a favor... the next time you get a pretty young girl on your table, let me know... I would love to..." I pause to lick my lips and make eye contact with her. "Have a look at her." A wicked smile grows on my face as I watch her lip slide between her teeth again. This girl is going to be fun.
Chapter 8
Lilith
The text bubbles pop up on my phone as I await his reply. After the intensity of our first time together, I need him again, and soon. I really tried to play it cool but only managed to wait one day before texting and asking if he was free to come over. I feel tingles down my body and pulsing in my clit as I watch the bubbles pop up and disappear, then pop up again. I wonder if he knows I'm watching and waiting. I get the feeling that he likes to tease and be in control. Something I very much enjoy being on the receiving end of. Anxiously, I read myinitial text back:
Me
Had such a good time with you. If you're free this weekend, any day, just let me know. My folks won't be here this weekend, so we don't HAVE to use the back of my van lol.
I sit in my bed waiting for a response, dressed in a tank top and panties, gently sliding my feet back and forth down my freshly cleaned sheets. His response will determine if I grab my toy or if I go take a shower and get back into bed wearing less than what I have on now. My heart beats faster as the time ticks by. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, resting on both the top of my pillow and against the wall. The sound of a text notification has my eyelids springing open.
