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I picked up the gun and pressed the cold barrel to her temple. Her breath caught sharply. The pregnancy test slipped from her hand and landed on the carpet.

Then she smiled. “If you wanted me dead, I’d already be gone Richie.”

I dragged the barrel slowly down her face, tracing the cold steel over her full, parted lips, letting her feel the weight and danger of it. Her tongue darted out instinctively, brushing the metal for a split second before I pulled it lower, pressing it firmly against the soft skin of her throat. Her pulse hammered wildly beneath the barrel, a frantic rhythm that betrayed how badly her body craved this twisted game.

My dick was painfully hard then, throbbing against the confines of my pants. The sheer power of holding her life in my hands made me ache with dark arousal. I could have ended her and that mistake growing inside her, pulled the trigger and watched the light leave her eyes, and the thought only made me harder. I knew I wouldn’t do it. The child belonged to me, whether I’d wanted it or not.

I continued the descent, sliding the gun along the deep valley between her heaving tits, watching with dark satisfaction as her nipples stiffened instantly into tight, aching peaks that strained against the thin fabric. Her chest rose and fell in sharp, ragged bursts. Her breathing already turned into desperate little pants. Lower still, I trailed it over her quivering stomach, feeling the muscles twitch under the cool touch, until I reached the hem of the dress.

I shoved the barrel between her thighs, grinding the thick, ridged steel right against her soaked pussy through the fabric. The pressure made her hips jerk forward involuntarily, seeking more friction like the desperate whore she was.

“Fuck,” she exhaled, voice hoarse and broken, her body trembling as she ground shamelessly against the gun.

I yanked the red dress off of her and shoved her drenched panties aside with the barrel itself. Her pussy glistened and dripped with arousal, lips puffy and parted, begging for the violation. Without warning I pushed the thick barrel of the gun inside her dripping cunt.

She gasped sharply at the brutal intrusion. The cold, unyielding metal stretched her slick walls wide as I forced it deeper, inch by merciless inch. Her whole body shuddered violently. I started fucking her with it, slow and deliberate at first, savoring the way her greedy cunt clenched and fluttered around the foreign object, juices already coating the barrel and dripping down onto my hand.

Her complete submission. Her spreading herself for a loaded gun, moaning like a bitch in heat while I controlled whether she lived or died, turned me on even more. My cock twitched hard, leaking precum as I watched her fall apart so willingly for me.

“Oh God Richie,” she moaned, her voice cracking as I began to thrust harder, pumping the gun in and out of her with increasing force. My thumb stayed dangerously close to the trigger guard, a constant reminder of the lethal power I held over her.

I twisted the barrel inside her, angling it to rub against that sensitive spot while I pumped faster, deeper, using the gun like a thick metal cock to wreck her.

Her body betrayed her completely as pleasure built. Her thighs trembled. Her pussy fluttered and clenched uncontrollably until she finally broke, coming hard on the gun with a shattered cry. Her cunt pulsed and squeezed rhythmically around the barrel, squirting messily around it as her orgasm ripped through her in violent waves, juices gushing down the metal and soaking my fingers.

I kept the barrel buried deep inside her through the aftershocks, letting her ride out every last spasm before I finally pulled the glistening, cum-slick barrel out slowly. Thick strands of her arousal stretched between her gaping pussy and the gun as I withdrew it.

I brought the barrel up to her mouth, pressing the filthy metal right against her lips, smearing her own cum across them.

“Suck it,” I ordered. “Taste how much you loved getting fucked by my gun.”

She parted her lips obediently, eyes hazy with lust and submission, and took the thick barrel deep into her mouth. She sucked and licked eagerly, swirling her tongue around the steel to clean every drop of her own slick juices off it with filthy, moaning sounds. Her cheeks hollowed as she worked it like a cock, staring up at me the entire time, completely lost in the depravity.

I pulled it away, fisted her hair hard, and dragged her forward and down until her knees hit the floor.

“On your knees.”

She was already there, eyes glassy with lust.

“Crawl.”

She did. Slowly. Her ass swayed as she moved toward me on all fours. By the time she reached me, her eyes were glazed with desperate lust, lips parted, completely broken down into the obedient slut I had turned her into.

The sight of her like this, crawling, dripping, and utterly submissive, sent a dark thrill through me. I couldn’t stand this annoying bitch, but fuck, her willingness to degrade herself for me made my cock strain painfully against my pants.

I freed my thick, veined cock with one rough tug, the heavy length springing out. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I yanked her head forward and guided her mouth straight onto me without warning.

“Suck my cock, like the good little slut you are.”

She took me eagerly, her warm, wet lips stretching wide around my thick shaft as she sank down, swallowing as much of me as she could. Her tongue swirled hungrily along the underside, tracing every vein while she sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks with filthy, sloppy sounds that echoed in the room. I groaned low in my throat as the tight heat of her throat enveloped me, her gag reflex fluttering around my cockhead as I pushed deeper.

I fucked her face slowly at first, savoring the velvety squeeze of her throat and the way her eyes watered, tears smearing her heavy makeup. Then I tightened my grip in her hair and thrust harder, using her mouth like a toy, driving deeper with each stroke until her nose pressed against my pelvis and her throat convulsed around me. Saliva dripped messily down her chin and onto her tits.

She moaned around my length like the desperate whore she was, the vibrations shooting straight through my balls as she tried to take every inch.

I held her there for long moments, buried to the hilt, her throat spasming and milking me while she struggled for air, her body trembling. The power of choking her on my cock, knowing I could keep her like this until she passed out if I wanted, only made me harder.

After several deep, face-fucking thrusts that left her gasping and coughing, I pulled her off roughly. Thick strings of spit stretched from her lips to my throbbing cock, dripping onto the floor as she sucked in desperate breaths.