Spilled Milk

Nah, I never keep them. Too much hassle. Think of how much work it takes to own a fucktoy, and for what? Some slut who’s gonna be dead eyed and unresponsive within a week, with dog food breath and hair that reeks of piss? Fuck, I want to go through that much trouble, I might as well just get a girlfriend.

So no, I never bring anyone back with me. I go in, I get my balls drained, and I leave. But that doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun.

This one girl, right? Cute Midwestern chick with blonde hair and freckles and this tight little butt I spent hours in. Don’t get me wrong, she had a very nice fuzzy blonde cunt too, and I pounded it more than once, but that backdoor of hers was made for fucking. She had this golden retriever that she’d probably always thought would protect her if someone tried to hurt her, but all Fido or Spot or whatever the fuck she called him had needed was a few bits of raw steak to decide that I was his new best friend.

So once I’d finished having my fun with her, I forced her to fellate the dog. It’s rarely difficult get these sluts to do whatever you want after spending some time with them; most of them are eager to prove that I don’t need to bring them back home with me or slit their throat on the way out, so they fuck and suck with more enthusiasm than the most desperate crack whore. This one whimpered a little at first, but I barely had to raise my voice before she was trying to stuff that red rocket down her throat.

I let her go at it for a while, until Fido started to understand that his beloved owner was really just a doggy bitch, and then had her get on all fours and welcome him in. Didn’t take long at all for that cute little blonde girl to get mounted by Fido, who seemed very eager to make himself some puppies. I even got some nice pictures of her smiling up at the camera while her new lover shafted her cunt wearing the biggest shiteating smile I’ve ever seen on a dog.

While she was learning firsthand what knotting was, I ran his leash around her neck good and tight, and then down to the floor, where I carefully nailed it into place. Fido was so busy enjoying his first taste of human twat that he didn’t raise any fuss while I took a couple zip ties and secured their legs together. Last but not least, I squirted half a bottle of superglue into a pair of fuzzy mittens and stuck her hands into them.

I stuck around a little while just to make sure the setup went as I’d envisioned. Just as planned, when Fido was finally done squirting puppy juice into his bitch, the zip ties and leash stopped him from moving away from her, though he didn’t seem to mind all that much. At the same time, his second hand fucktoy was being forced to stay down on the ground and beneath a hundred pounds of happy canine. I saw her paw uselessly at the leash a few times, and then she was squealing as lover boy decided he might as well go for a round two.

I’ve got no idea how many times her doggy boyfriend fucked her before they found her like that. Probably plenty, since I read in the news later that her rescuer was a plumber swinging by for an appointment a full three days after I left her getting pumped and juiced by Fido in her own living room. I was the one who’d made that appointment as a safety net; this shit isn’t as funny if the sluts starve to death.

Usually it’s all in good fun, you know? Just something to make sure their time with me is memorable. But there have been a few feisty little cunts I went out of my way for. Like that brown skinned Middle Eastern bitch with the fat tits. I actually went in thinking she’d be more compliant than most because of her culture and shit, and then found out the hard way that she carried a taser on her. Zapped me good too, but then instead of running away as fast as she could, the dumb cunt wasted time trying to find her phone - which I’d already pocketed on the way in - and call the cops. By the time she gave up and tried to bolt, I’d managed to get back on my feet. Felt like a fucking horror movie monster when I tackled the slut from behind.

You’d better believe I put her through her goddamn paces and then some after that. I almost even broke my rule about sticking to catch and release. There are still some nights I lay in bed and think about how nice it would be if I could just pop down into the basement and find her chained up and sobbing there. I let her go in the end, but I knew I had to make this one special, make sure she knew how badly she’d fucked up.

I started with the noose. You should’ve seen how the bitch begged and wailed at that. She was certain I was going to leave her corpse swinging from a ceiling beam, and I didn’t bother correcting her. She was practically pissing herself in fear while she stood on her kitchen chair with her arms bound behind her and the rope coiled tight around her neck, and she looked almost relieved when she saw me bring the car battery and jumper cables in and realized she was getting tortured, not killed.

I had four cables: one for her exhausted, cum stained tongue; two for her plump tits, which had been getting whipped or beaten or chewed on nearly every minute of our time together; and last but not least, one for her sore swollen clitoris that I’d pinched and scratched every time there was the slightest chance she might be enjoying her treatment. She whimpered and screamed each and every time the unforgiving metal jaws of the cables bit into her sensitive flesh, but every time I asked if she would rather I take the kitchen chair away and leave her be, she was very vocal about how happy she was about getting to be a human lightbulb.

She might have changed her mind at some point, though. See, when I finished up by giving her chair a good kick that sent it halfway across the room, she quickly discovered two very important things. First, I’d left a metal plate that used to be one of her hubcaps on the floor, and it was tall enough that she could stand on it and breathe. Second, touching the plate completed the circuit that the jumper cables had started, and lit the bitch up like a Christmas tree.

It was so hilarious to watch her gurgling and jerking in place that I nearly forgot I was mad at her. She quickly pulled up her legs to break the circuit and spare herself from the pain, but of course that left her hanging from the noose again. I spent a couple hours just sitting back and watching her find her rhythm. She’d hang in the air suffocating for twenty or thirty seconds, then touch the plate beneath her and manage a single breath or two while she was getting zapped. Then back up to choke. Then back down to fry. Choke. Fry. Choke. Fry.

By the time I left, her leg muscles were tired and cramping, and she was spending almost as much time on the plate as she was off it. I couldn’t resist one final dig on the way out the door. “A word of warning,” I’d told her cheerfully, “you’d better hope someone finds you before you piss yourself, cause if that piss stream hits the plate… zzzt! That’ll be one roasted cunt.” I had no idea if what I was saying was accurate or not, and couldn’t care less. What mattered is that she believed me, and whimpered like a baby while she clenched her thighs together. I gave her tits one last farewell slap and left her like that.

So yeah, sometimes they get a bit cruel, but that’s rare. Most of the time, I’m just looking for a bit of fun. Like with this one girl who was butch as all get out, muscles for days, might as well have warn a sign around her neck that read “certified pussy muncher”. We had some good times together, showed her what she’d been missing out on all those years away from cock. Lezzy or not, it didn’t take long before she was sucking dick like a champ.

When we were done, I went on Craigslist and wrote up a little message on her behalf. “Ex lesbian looking to get stuffed and creamed”. This was back when you could still advertise sex on the site, and I was clear that she was looking for a gangbang, the more the merrier. I gave them her real name, address, and begged the internet to come by tomorrow and spend the entire day pounding her holes until she was glazed like a donut, inside and out. Then I lied to her that some of the people stopping by to try out a lesbian cum dump were going to be friends of mine, and if she was anything but a happy cum slut for them, I’d be paying her another visit. Stupid girl bought it hook, line, and sinker.

I didn’t attend the orgy myself, of course, but there were plenty of videos available afterward. Pop her name into any search engine and it’ll come back with a dozen of them, all starring a very cooperative slut who bounces and sucks and milks cocks for all they’re worth. Best part? About a month later brand new videos started to appear of her getting down and dirty with various men. Turns out one of the partygoers had been looking for new talent in his pornos, and she’d been terrified that his offer was part of the test. She’s still putting out new ones these days, and hey, sometimes she gets to lick a little pussy in them, even if it’s usually just to slurp out someone’s spooge. So everybody wins, right?

Oh, speaking of cunt munching, one time I scored a mother-daughter pair. Don’t worry, the daughter was over eighteen; I don’t do that kiddy shit. If I’m being totally honest, I’d say their time with me was easier than most of my victims, because I must have spent at least half the time just sitting back and watching them tongue twat. The way they learned to look up and smile every time I pointed the camera at them, pussy juice glistening on their chins… fucking beautiful.

I got curious why dad wasn’t in the picture, and it turned out he’d been an abusive drunk who regularly beat up mom before she took their daughter and fled one night. I figured he might want to see what his long lost family was up to, so I got in touch with him and gave him their address, pretending that I was his wife who’d “realized what an awful cunt she’d been” and wanted to apologize.

I was long gone by the time he showed up at their place, but I left a camera behind that let me enjoy the whole thing. He’d found his estranged wife and daughter naked and waiting for him in the living room. I’d stacked them on top of each other, daughter on the bottom and mom on top, with their new nipple and clit rings linked together to keep them from moving. There was nothing physically forcing them to kiss each other, but I’d let them know about the camera and threatened to come back for more if I caught them not acting like the madly in love incest sluts they were, so they were still eagerly slobbering over each other when dad showed up.

I’d left messages on both women. Mom’s left ass cheek said “I’M SO SORRY HONEY”, and her right said “PLEASE PUMMEL MY GUTS UNTIL YOU FEEL BETTER”. Her daughter’s cheeks read “PLEASE BREED ME JUST LIKE YOU DID MOMMY” and “I WANNA GIVE YOU GRANDKIDS <3”.

He’d been more than happy to give them both what they wanted.

Alright, just one more. This was a real sexy bitch. Like, I don’t touch ugly cunts, but she was in a goddamn league of her own. Beautiful long red hair, perky little titties, legs that went for days… mmm hmm. Some girls are just born to be cocksleeves. She fought me at first, like they all do. Called me some names, like they all do. But she ended up spreading her legs on her back, and against the wall, and hanging from the ceiling, and every other which way I could think of. I’m built for a marathon, but it takes a real special girl to get me hard again and again and again the way she did.

But all good things, right? Eventually after several days of nonstop fucking, I found my cock going soft and not getting back up again, no matter how sexy she was. Like I said in the beginning, that would be my cue to leave, but this time I knew I’d regret it. I needed just a little bit more, to see that slut squealing beneath me just a few more times before I could let her out of my life. So I sat her down on her knees, left my soft cock slip into her warm mouth, and started telling her some stories. Wanted to see if that hardworking tongue and some good memories would be enough to earn me a second wind.

That’s right, slut. Of course I’m talking about you.

And you want to know how your story ends, don’t you? I know that part of you has been praying that I stay soft, that this is the very last thing you have to do before I let you have your life back. But you understand now that it never really ends, right? Even once I’m out of this apartment, and your hands are out of those cuffs, and you’ve washed every trace of my spunk out of your system, part of you will always be here with me, and a piece of me will always be inside you. When I fuck a woman, they stay fucked.

Aww, look at you go. And we both thought you’d cried all your tears out hours ago. 

If you were hoping for specifics, I can’t help you there. I like to play it by ear, and I usually never know what I’m going to do until I do it. Which is good news for you, because it means that maybe you still have the chance to win me over. Maybe if you spend these last few hours doing an amazing job sucking and fucking, best you’ve done all week, I’ll be nice and leave you with scars that aren’t hard to cover up, let you pretend you’re still human and not a discarded fucktoy.

Am I lying? Probably. But right now my cock is hard again, and you get to plead your case to it. So come on, slut. Let’s get to it.