A lace teddy and matching thong hugged her body perfectly. Her breasts were pushed up, perky despite her age, and I could see her pussy was clean-shaven under the sheer material. As long as I didn’t look her in the eyes, she was a good substitute for my girlfriend. Only her body wasn’t covered in those nasty scars like my girlfriend's was. Not all women were psychotic enough to butcher themselves and ruin their appearance for the sake of attention.
I took the cash out of his pocket and handed it to her without being asked. She walked to the kitchen, swaying her hips dramatically as she moved, and set it down on the counter. It was strange that she didn’t seem too worried about me trying to rob her. Either she was that secure in how she vetted her customers, or she was flat out stupid. Considering her profession was taking men at their word, I would have guessed thelatter.
“I’ve been looking forward to seeing you all day,” she said. The way she enunciated her words irked me slightly; her lack of education was trying to shatter my illusion. My green-eyed flower walked back to me, stopping as soon as her breasts grazed my chest. Her eyes were seductive and inviting, as she slowly trailed her fingers down my arm, taking my hand into hers, and leading me back to the couch.
I let her gently push me down on the faded blue couch, set in front of the window. No curtains hung on the windows, but the blinds were all pulled closed. For the most part, her trailer was clean, at least from what I could see. I didn’t ask to be taken into the bedroom; my patience was starting to wear thin the longer she took to get on with what I was paying for.
“I’ve been looking forward to seeing you,” I replied as I let her climb onto my lap. My skin tightened. I didn’t like it when any woman tried to take a dominant position. “I want to see you on your knees for me.” I was firm, but not demanding. After everything I paid for, I knew she wouldn’t argue over what to do for me during my time.
She smiled brightly, rubbing her pussy along my lap as she breathed into my ear.
“Do you want me to suck you off, blue eyes?” She whispered, touching my arms with her hands, caressing me the way a real lover would.
“I want to see my dick down your throat,” I replied, my voice harsh with my growing erection. Raelynn had sucked me off before, but never willingly like this. She claimed she hated giving blow jobs. I knew better; I knew she just didn’t want me to be happy.
Paris kissed my cheek, my neck, working her way down my torso until she was on her knees in front of me with my zipper in her hands. She undid me slowly, taking my hard dick in her hands. Before coming over here, I took a precaution and took a pill I had bought off a man who didn’t need a prescription written to hand out viagra like candy. When I was this angry, this worked up, it was hard for me to remain at attention.
She stroked me gently at first, watching me to gauge what I liked. When she finally started gripping me firmly enough that I started to moan, she parted her lips and started sucking me into her mouth. Running her tongue along my shaft, she took me deeper. Not fast enough for me. I grabbed the back of her hair, firmly but not cruelly, and started to push her head further down. Paris didn’t gag when she reached my base, they usually didn’t with my size. I knew I was small but I didn’t give a shit, it wasn’t a woman's place to judge me on my size when I knew how to fucking use it.
With my hand guiding her, she worked her head up and down my length. I let my eyes close and my head fall back against the couch, picturing Raelynn on her knees before me. She moaned around my dick as she continued to bob, unbothered by me gripping her hair. I wasn’t ready to finish just yet, though.
I yanked her head up a little rougher than I had meant to, bringing her up closer to my face. She braced her hands on either of my thighs, her eyes just begging me to fuck her.
“I want you bent over this couch so I can rail you from behind.”
“Yes, baby,” she crawled up onto my lap again, planting her lips against mine and slipping her tongue into my mouth. I let her kiss me as much as she wanted, doting the attention on me like I knew I deserved.
When she drew back, she started to move to the side of the couch, bending over the arm so that her ass was high in the air for me. The couch was decently sized, so she was able to spread her knees apart with enough room for me to fit in between. Her thong barely covered her drenched pussy, I knew the whore probably got wet for everyone she came across.
Sitting up behind her, I pressed my dick against her, groaning as she rubbed herself against me like a dog in heat.
“Fuck me, baby,” she moaned, begging me in her overly seductive voice that was too forced to be natural.
Using just a single finger, I pulled her thong to the side and ran it along her cunt, feeling just how ready she was for me. Without foreplay, I rubbed the head of my dick along the same path my finger had taken, coating myself in her juices.
Pushing my dick inside her pussy I closed my eyes. From this angle, I could easily pretend this was Rae. When she wasn’t pissing me off or trying to play mind games with me, we had a good sexlife. Her constant need for it, or for any affection, pissed me off greatly. No one should be that needy and insecure. But Paris, I liked how she did as I asked. As I started to thrust into her, I ran my hands up her back to her throat. She told me last night that she was okay with breath play during sessions, she just charged extra. I gladly paid for it, wanting to branch out from the vanilla sex Raelynn had claimed we had.
She arched her back as I gripped both hands around her throat. Pulling her up to where she had to brace herself with her hands against the arm of the couch instead of her forearms, I started to apply more pressure. I continued thrusting into her with my eyes closed, slowly applying more pressure to her neck as I lifted her even further, her fingertips no longer able to reach the arm of the sofa, back arching at a pronounced angle from how far my belly pushed against her.
Paris gripped my forearms, tapping them lightly. I was too lost in my fantasy to remember that was how she signaled to stop. Paris wasn’t the girl I held anymore. Rae was in front of me, letting me fuck her tight pussy until I was satisfied. The neck I was squeezing was no longer someone whom I had paid for, but the one who truly deserved it. I could picture her so clearly in my mind, how her face would be so terrified as it turned blue with my dick buried inside her. The thought made my movements become less rhythmic and more hurried. I rutted against her like an animal, dominating her like a man was meant to.
Her hands dropped from my arms as I continued pounding into her. Sweat now beaded on my brow as I gripped her with all my strength, my hands squeezing to the point my fingers overlapped. I pulled her so tight her back was flush against his chest, gut pressing against her lower spine, my hands holding her firmly in place as I thrust my release into her warm cunt.
Covered in sweat and breathing hard, I tried to regain my bearings. I loosened my grip from around her throat, letting her go so she could get up. Only her body collapsed onto the couch, sliding off of it and onto the floor. Not bothering to tuck my now flaccid dick away, I dropped to my knees beside her and rolled her over onto her back. I wasn’t exactly panicked; I just wasn’t happy that she wasn’t waking up. She said that she could take whatever I had to dish out. Apparently, that hadn’t been the truth.
I slapped her face a couple of times before checking her pulse at her neck. Not that I knew what I was doing, I had seen it done on TV enough that I figured I would feel something there along the column of her throat. They made it look a lot easier in the movies. No matter where I tried on her neck, I felt nothing.
This wasn’t supposed to be how my night ended. Body disposal may not have originally been on my agenda, but it fucking was now. She didn’t deserve what my mother and sister did; she wouldn’t be tucked back into bed and left alone and undisturbed for someone else to find her. She shouldn’t have talked a big game,that she could take whatever I had to dish out, if she didn’t want to end up like that.
Laughing, a cold, heartless laugh, I picked up one of her hands and dropped it, letting gravity pull it back down to the floor. It softly thudded against the rug and lay limp. Even though I had killed before, I found it still didn’t bother me as much as it should have. Paris was a prostitute who complained all night last night about having no one to love her and no family to call her own. What did she think would happen over time, inviting strange men into her house? That they all would treat her with compassion? That they all were trustworthy and wouldn’t try to hurt her?
She at least helped me prove a point that women were complete idiots with no idea about what was best for them. No species with any sense of self-preservation would do something as dumb as allow a strange man to put his hands around her throat. So really, I did her a favor; she could have ended up dying a worse death at the hands of a psychopath.
Deciding not to waste any time; I tucked myself away and zipped up my pants. Her trailer was isolated; so no one was around to identify the car I had stolen when I finished and was ready to leave. Unfortunately; I couldn’t just leave her like that. I had been so enraptured by my mind that I hadn’t considered what would happen by leaving all my DNA all over her useless cunt. Nothing of mine was in the system, no charges against me had ever stuck long enough for them to take it, still, I didn’t want to take any chances.
It was easy to fix. After a little hunting around her trailer, I was able to find several bottles of liquor and a box of matches. I felt a little bad about what I had to do. Paris was pretty to look at as she lay there with her eyes fixed on the ceiling above, but I couldn’t risk going to jail over a stupid mistake. I was already avoiding that over what happened with my family the other day.I started in the bedroom, pouring liquor over her belongings until I was satisfied they would catch fire once I started the blaze. Then I worked my way out to the living room and bathroom, repeating the process. Wasting whiskey didn’t sit well with me, so I saved a bottle to take back to my hideaway.
The last bottle was saved for her body. I drenched her pussy with the amber liquid, splashing it all over her body until she was saturated. As soon as I was done, I struck a single match and flicked it onto her blue lingerie. It didn’t take long for the fire to spread; the sight of my mistake being erased made me feel lighter than I had in days. I would have stuck around longer to watch more of it burn, but the smell of her cooking flesh made me nauseous.
