Free Necromantic by Rick Gualtieri, Cole Vance

in. I decided to explore this body’s feelings, see what turned her on.
    It was a bit pointless, though. Whatever Harold was doing to me was definitely getting the job done. His cock slid in and out of me easily, lubricated by my rapidly moistening vagina.
    “You like that?” he whispered in my ear, obviously pleased with himself. “Leave that in your ass until I tell you otherwise.” He really got off on being in charge. Once again, though, I wasn’t an inexperienced little girl. There wasn’t much I could physically do, the way he had me, but I could still turn the tables.
    I leaned into the window, feeling the icy touch of the glass against my nipples, enjoying the differing sensations of heat and cold at various points of my body.
    “I think they’re watching us,” I purred, although I had no idea if they were or not. There were lights on in the house behind us, but I couldn’t see any curious faces peeking out. It didn’t matter, though. The thought was more than enough to drive me wild.
    “Fuck me harder,” I demanded, causing him to speed up his tempo. “I want them to see me cum!” I cried out, only partially acting. It was exciting and I was quickly building to my own climax.
    Harold’s breathing intensified as I continued prodding him. “More! Own me. Show them I’m yours.” I felt my legs begin to quiver. It was coming on fast. Regardless of what I had planned for later, I loved this part.
    “Faster. I want to know that old man is jerking off, wishing he were here. Make them want it too. Make me fucking scream!”
    And scream I did. I came and let loose with everything I had, voicing my primal fury. In that moment, I was an animal. I bucked and fought against Harold, growling like a beast in its death throes and he struggled to hold on to me. At last, it was too much for him and I felt his hips shudder as he released his fluids into me, one hot spurt after another.
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    By then, I was well versed with what came next...with one small exception; Harold forced me to keep the butt plug in. There was some small talk, much like always, to pass the time. After a while, wanting him to be good and tired for later, I grabbed his cock and began to jerk him off. I made sure it was long and slow for him, drawing it out as much as I could. I finally let him cum all over this body’s tits, fulfilling what I’m pretty certain is every man’s little porno fantasy. That seemed to excite him quite nicely and I’m sure I got a few extra drops out of him for the effort.
    I knew Harold’s M.O. That would leave him just barely enough time to reload his gun for when my three hours were up.
    Sure enough, I was right. I glanced at the clock, being ever mindful of the hour, and saw it was time to put on my act. I swooned back onto the bed, pretending to lose focus. Once more, I professed my love to Harold, this time more as a test than anything else. Again, he simply bade me farewell, the asshole!
    After that, I closed my eyes and lie still, pretending to slumber. As with the other occasions, Harold let me do so for a few minutes before awakening me in his preferred method...with his dick.
    I wish I could claim my enthusiastic love making was an act, that my annoyance with Harold caused me to do little more than go through the motions. However, that would be a lie. Sensations, such as those experienced during intense sex, simply have no equal within the afterlife. Nothing there even comes close. Thus, pissed off or not, I took him with every fiber of my being...enjoying every last thrust he gave me and accepting his seed gladly when he came.
    I made sure he had to work for it. When he finally finished, I could see in his eyes that he was through. Heck, I was ready for a nap myself, but I wasn’t about to give myself that luxury this time.
    Instead, I pawed at him, begging for another go. He smiled at that, his ego gratified, but suggested we relax for a little while first.
    Perfect!
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    As with prior times, I