She’s angry and snarling behind her gag, but when I caress Monica’s head and tell her she’s a good girl, I see tears streaking down my Sunshine’s face. I feel satisfaction at hurting her, pride that she still wants me enough to be jealous, and guilt that I’m the reason my girl is crying…
“Mmm, yeah, Daddy, you gonna fuck me with this cock? I’ve worked so hard for it.”
The whiny voice of the woman on her knees before me brings me back to the moment. Something about hearing her sends me back into my spiral, and I choose to follow the path of my anger, pushing my regret as deep inside as I can.
The rage feels cathartic,magnificentas it licks up my spine. I catch Lucy’s eye and wrap my hands around the back of Monica’s head.
“Open wide.”
That’s all the warning she gets before I’m in the back of her throat, fucking as deeply as I can and enjoying hearing her heaving gags around my girth. Nails dig into my thighs, but she doesn’t tap out. Lucy shakes in her chair, obviously not enjoying the show. Even the tight resistance of the throat I’m fucking isn’t enough to mentally get over the fact that this isn’t my Sunshine. Everything about this feels wrong and unnatural.
Fuck her for doing this to me.Irefuseto believe that she’s ruined me for any other woman. I can’t live life like this.I refuse.My dick softens in the back of Monica’s throat, and I’m done. Pulling out, I reach behind me for the familiar handgun I’ve been keeping extra close lately and put a bullet between her eyes.
It’s really a public service. Now she can’t ruin anyone else’s day with her terrible fucking blow jobs.
I keep my eyes on Lucy as hers go wide, screaming around her gag and thrashing as if to escape. I can’t help but laugh. She looks so cute struggling, like she has a tenth of the strength needed to get out of my knots. But she’s trying her hardest. Soadorable.I can’t help but drink her in, fully clothed and writhing in front of me as I stand fully naked. My dick decidesthisis what he was after and stands at full attention.
“She was doing a bad job, baby. She had to go. Don’t pretend you care. I saw how mad you were that she had her mouth on me.”
Another death stare is her only response, jaw clenched around her mouth full of panties.
“Does her cunt taste good, at least? I wanted to make sure you felt included.”
God, her hatred is delicious. Maybe better than her tears.She looks like she would fight me to the death if I released her right now. Maybe I should.
“She definitely didn’t have the set of tits on her that you do, Sunshine. I think a better view might help me out.”
Grabbing my favorite knife from a side table, I enjoy the fear in her eyes before slicing down her shirt, going back to snap her bra open and let her tits fall free. Pulling her yoga pants away from her body, I split them down the middle too, snapping her tiny thong with my hands, no blade needed.
“There, that’s better. You’re at least useful for something to look at, even if I’m not going to touch you.”
She eyes me warily, not sure of how I’ll be getting off without using her. Her gaze snaps to the dead body already cooling in a heap, then back to me.
“Jesus Christ, Lucy. No. I’m a sick fuck, but come on. No.”
Her relief is palpable as I hear a door click shut behind me.
“Ah, there’s my next slut. Come here, baby. Meet Lucy.”
Sean is an associate of my father’s, older than me and an intermittent partner of mine since he came on to me when I was eighteen. He’s married to a woman and has kids, but fucks around exclusively with men on the side. Lately, Dad has been filling me in on some of his less-than-savory exploits, and he’s finally pushed too far. He needs to be put down before he can take advantage of any more of our younger associates. Sean sucks a mean cock, though, so this is a perfect way to get a little more use out of him before he’s dispatched.
“Mmm, Sasha. It’s been too long since you’ve called me, darling. I was beginning to think you were tired of playing with me.”
Ugh, I’m already annoyed by his presence. Not too much longer, though. He’s lucky he’s managed to stay clean all these years, or I might’ve had him tortured before killing him. As it is, he gets to go out doing what he loves.
“Shut up and get on your knees, Sean. I didn’t invite you here to talk.”
The brat rolls his eyes at me, but does as I say, ignoring Lucy because he knows what’s good for him. Before he can start working his magic, though, I decide to introduce them.
“Actually, slut, turn around and look at who we’re putting on a show for.”
He obediently turns on his knees, a smug look on his face as he takes her in, clothes in tatters and beautifully debauched.
“Hi, bitch. Thanks for fucking up so I could have this cock to myself.”
I forgot what an asshole he can be. I’d chastise him, but since he doesn’t have long to live, I don’t see the point. He’s out of time to learn any lessons. Lucy’s eyes are narrowed again, and I pat Sean on the cheek to get his attention back where it belongs.
“That’s enough. Come here and do what I keep you around for.”
