The other stranger is talking to the new one. They are pointing at you. I push the knife against your pussy hard. "Keep rubbing against my cock. Is yo... pussy wet?"Oh god, oh god, what have I got myself into... "yes, my pussy is very wet."They watch as you fuck back against my cock. They must think you are a real slutThe fear and the heat between my legs make me want to cry.I pull the knife up against your bra, the sharp blade slicing through your bra. I slit the straps and grab hold of it as it. Let’s do something with this corpse before it stinks,” I warned the ladies (not that others would consider them that, but I wasn’t partial to such distinctions).“Let’s salt him, skin him, dismember him, and cook him for supper. I know that sounds disgusting, but hear me out. We could use a good meal, all of us, and people rarely ask questions about what cuts of meat go into bowls of brown. If properly salted, cured, and flayed, no one will be able to tell the difference. What’s the alternative,. The drive back to Berkeley is strangely serene, the both of us watching the seagulls circling the Bay Bridge in silence. I navigate the Blazer through the narrow and windy upper reaches of Shattuck once more, and we arrive at the house much too early for my taste.We kiss goodbye and Nicole gives me a short, but intense hug."Thank you for a lovely weekend." No, thank you," I reply. "I haven't had this much fun with anyone in ages."She smiles and climbs out of the passenger seat. Then she walks. My movements increase, faster and deeper, you can’t contain your self and you push back on me, momentarily taking my entire length in your arse hole. You cry out with a blend of surprise, pain and pleasure, and your cry is cut short as you cum once again. You shake uncontrollably on my cock, and I feel my balls begin to tighten as I sense my own release nearing. I pull out of you, shocking you and causing a gasp and a slight jump. I turn you over, picking you up and sitting you on the.