WIP - Untitled, unfinished06:16 Jan 07 2025
Times Read: 68
Initially, I intended to find a pretty thing, but those lovely birds wouldn't seem to let me near them. The only good detail about the one sitting right in front of me is the pair of fat tits she's got on her chest, but at least I have her.
I retrieve a small gift box from my coat pocket and watch the doe's eyes brighten once it's on her placemat. "For me?" Of course it's for you, it's my ticket in. One thing all birds have in common is if they're shown an object that's shiny enough, they're bound to feed from your hand. A fail-safe strategy is to buy a bitch dinner that's so costly her delusional brain will trick a slut like her into thinking she's high-class, or if you gift an exorbitant and trendy bracelet, surely her legs will spread like butter. A ticker that clicks in their stupid little brains. Her shrilling voice grates as she thanks me, "This is literally so cute; I literally love it so much!" Those plump, overfilled silicone lips could barely curl into a smile. The bracelet dangles pinched between her fingers, held up like it were show-and-tell, eyes locked on the sterling silver. Now she gets to talking, full of things to yap about. Funny how, at the beginning of all this, she could hardly come up with things to say to me. Toward the end of our meal, the doe scoots from her seat and excuses herself to the restroom. I've got a knack for Rohypnol, and once that distant bathroom door slammed, my pill took a dive in her wine.
Patiently, I waited, eyes fixated on the sitting gift. Indeed, she'll return; her carrot is right here. A few moments later, with the sound of clicking heels near, my tacky bimbo finally returned for the kill. Now she's back sitting pretty, and I listen to her drone on all about her in her world, politely listening to how interesting she really isn't. We finish what we had left on our plates, wine, and of course a gentleman must include dessert for his beloved doe. Oh, the indulgence. I pay, and we leave.
"I just feel like I can barely stand," my little bird chimes as we're nearing my car. My arm wraps around her waist, free hand beeping the keyfob. I scoop her into my passenger seat. Her eyes gaze up at me calmly, and I slam the door. My interior light glows dimly; she looks much better in low light. I can't stop staring at her tits, not that she's going to notice at this point. Poor thing is ready to hit the pillow. Turning over my engine and locking the doors, my right-hand tugs her dress up, squeezing at the fat sides of her thighs, fingers creeping up further to feel the strings of her panties. Her hand slaps at me sluggishly. My baby hums along the freeway, and a few miles down the road, we head down the beaten path. I can't help but feel my pants grow tighter the farther we get from town.
Thick trees pass by us, and my headlights are only so bright. She doesn't need to know where we're going, though I don't think she can comprehend. Occasionally, she cutely mumbles and squeaks something I don't understand. My greedy hand gropes at her chest, and I dig inside her bust, pulling out what's now mine. Warm, bouncy, elastic fat balls of flesh for me; I love to play with my food before I eat. I've driven us many miles out of town now with nothing but the stars to shine down on my sins. My spot. An abandoned and sad old cabin that is somehow still standing despite its charred walls and collapsed roof. There's a little nook on the first floor where the living room and stairwell once were, that has plenty of privacy from nature. With my bride-to-be draped in my arms, I carry her to my bear's den.
She looks so pretty lying there on the bare, stained mattress. My palm caressed her young cheek, my thumb grazing over her sleepy, long eyelashes, and just for the fun of it, I tugged at her hair a bit. Her expression remains asleep. Then I yank harder, wrapping a handful of her brown strands into my fist with a pull. It sure is fun watching her unknowing face contort, reacting unconsciously to the pain. I wonder how she'll look in response to feeling my cock stuffed up her tight, comatose cunt. Every bitch I've ever fucked and snuffed always had a different expression with the same common denominator: pleasure. Even when asleep, their dumb little minds know how good it feels to be fucked and used. Now her, my little precious thing, what was once likely a dainty and beautiful bird, is now full of fillers, full of what screams, "Look at me, want me." Oh, do I hear you loud and clear for what you are. I want you. Those fat lips are for me; they will end with me. Where do I begin? A five-course meal is sprawled out in front of me, and no one is here to stop me from satiating my hunger within. Usually, I go for the tits first, kneading and pinching away at the flesh as I please. Sometimes the thighs, nibbling right at those soft and fatty spots in the inner thigh. A proper appetizer for a man. No, I want to dive right into the main course this time.
I take in one last sight of my doe, lying in her languid, sleeping state. My hands rip down the bust of her dress again, exposing those pale and pink balls of glory before my eyes. Then, up goes her dress, and down her panties go. A cute red lace pair, worn to impress any man lucky enough to shove themselves between her cheeks. Well, impressed I am, doll. This pussy is mine. Impatiently, I tear the fragile red stitching and behold: a mostly bare and stubbled gash, tucked, cute, and tight. I want the rest of that dress off. Reaching for the side of my belt, I unbutton the sheath of my Ka-Bar and bottom-up slice through the giving fabric, revealing my bare princess. Supple, young, ghostly skin. She has a soft little belly and perfect with unblemished skin, minus a dark mole to the right of her sweet belly button. Unfortunately, I prematurely nicked her sternum with the last tear of her dress; I'm not ready to let her bleed yet. Molesting the stubbled mound between her legs, my sleeping doe hasn't grown wet. I know better. Once her intestines scramble from my cock pumping inside of her, that'll change. It's the nature of all pussy. My thumb spreads her pink lips, and I press my inner two digits deep inside her dry hole. Soon will my sleeping beauty awaken; her mouth twitches as I feel up the inside of her guts in lieu of my cock. I can't wait to see the look on her adorable face.
Dropping down my jeans, I shove my pussy-scented fingers in her stupid mouth. No suction from her, but I rub them around her tongue and wipe against her lips, striking her face hard with my palm afterward. My same hand wraps around her throat, and I firmly squeeze, stealing a wet, sloppy kiss. I drag my tongue over those plump lips of hers and tonguefuck her face. For the shits of it, why not give her a good shake? So I do, her pale throat between my grip. She looks so cute and silly when dazed, the fat of her cheeks jiggling. I can imagine that puny pea-brain of hers clanking away at the insides of her skull right now. Dumb little whore, I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you.
Finally, all this build-up I've been suffering with will get a bit of release. It feels like the first time every time I fuck a sleeping slut. The excitement, the raging hormones, a primal instinct to ravage and ruin. The walls of her warm, dry pussy nearly suck up my meat, and once my dripping head breaks through her fuckhole, my belly flips in pleasure and my cheeks flush a hot red. "That feel good to you, little whore?" I growl to her slumbering corpse while my thrusts gain traction: in and out, in and out. My princess begins to stir only a few minutes in; my love pill is finally wearing off. In fascination, I watch her eyelids squint and bat open with questions so obviously plastered on her expression: "Where am I? What's happening?" They always wake up right about now, whenever I'm balls deep inside them. Look me in the eye while I use you. Poor doll can hardly hold back, through her apparent confusion shines dribbling ecstasy. I can see it on her face, I feel good inside of her. Those catty, brown orbs flutter in that beautiful medium of her mind's drug-induced dream state, lust and silent fright with open legs and thighs. No resistance, an easy game so far, more so that her cunt has grown wet. Knew it. Getting dicked felt so good it brought her out of her vegetative state, my baby’s body knew what’s best, it’s welcoming me. She wants me.
You can have me. How lucky you are to have me inside you right now. Quickening my pace, I decide my fun is only getting started. I shove my hands under her lower back and flip her over. It sure would help if this lazy girl would get up on all fours like the bitch she is, after all this work I’ve put in to make her feel good, you really can’t arch up like a good whore? But face down and drooling dumbly will work for me. My hips slap away against that pale ass, I’m spreading and grabbing at those fat cheeks. Lowering myself down over her back, I deeply take in her sweet scent and sink my canines in the soft spot of her clavicle.
COMMENTS
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Cadrewolf2
06:22 Jan 07 2025
wow, great words or a start of a novel
starbeary
06:25 Jan 07 2025
thank you! i have several, all unfinished. i never finish anything but maybe ill change that.