Expression Nearing Ecstasy
This bored housewife had always had fantasies
of a sexy threesome, but when those fantasies
became real, they could only end in a bang!
I knew that this fantasy would turn me on, but if you have never watched your murderer performing at his peak for another victim, you have not really lived.
I quickly moved to the head of the bed, spread apart the bullethole in my forearm and lowered it to his waiting gun.
“Shoot me again, Dieter. Shoot me in the arm while you stab Amber.” Dieter, being the wonderful murderer that he is didn’t miss a beat. He took his hands from Amber’s throat, placed them around his gun and gently pulled the trigger.
-BANG!- I passed out as soon as my hot arm touched the smoking barrel. I awoke quickly and held Amber’s shoulders for support and moaned and whimpered how tired I felt. She looked into my face and with an expression nearing ecstasy and shock, said, “God I’m so close… His knife is so big and cuts so good. It won’t be long before I pass away.” I saw the sleepy look in her hazy eyes and it excited me.
“Do it Amber! Die on Dieter’s knife!” A shudder went through me. As Dieter shifted to grip my sensitive arm, I continued: “Ooooh, I’m going to die, too!” Dieter grinned, enjoying himself. This had been a fantasy of his as well. Amber moaned and started rocking back and forth as Dieter’s knife swiveled in and out of a slit on her side.
“Oh… oh! I’m dying! His huge, hot knife is making me die! Oh god OH GOD!” Amber shook and was still. Her body began to slump over with her life-juices flowing from the slit. Hearing her desperate, last cry, Dieter plunged the hot knife into her wet side and got it all the way in. I was getting dizzy and was going to pass out again. He withdrew his thick knife and started cutting my inner thigh.
I was begging him not to stop. He didn’t. I spread my legs and begged him to cut them up, the whole time fingering the bullethole in my arm. He cut deeply into me with a strong, sudden thrust and my entire body began shaking uncontrollably. “OH MY GOD!” I screamed and passed out again.
After resting a few minutes, I came to. I begged with my sleepy eyes and said, “I want you to blow my head off.” Not needing to be asked twice, he kneeled down next to me. I ran my tongue along the shaft of his .38 before putting the hot end in my waiting mouth. I teased it by rolling my tongue over the sights. Then, I began moving my head back and forth, at first slowly, then more rapidly, each time taking more into my mouth. I was craving the load I knew was coming.
My climax was approaching and he knew it. I stopped sucking on the .38 and asked, “Do you want to kill me, now?”
“God, yes…” he replied, “Oh, I wanna kill you so bad.”
“Yes oh… Shoot me, Dieter! Blow my brains out! They’re so wet and need to be shot by your hot bullets! Do it, Dieter! Kill me!” He gripped my swollen, bleeding forearm with his strong, left hand.
“That’s it, baby. That’s right. You know what’s coming. You know.” He didn’t waste any time.
“Oh yes! It’s coming! Oh, I feel it oh yes I’m gonna die OH OH YES IT’S COMING!”
“I’m gonna fire in your mouth… oh god, yes…oh…OH- OH HERE IT COMES!” I heard his finger retract and the gun stiffened as it pressed to the back of my throat. I screamed out around that big barrel that was in my mouth to the hilt. -BANG!-
-J.W., Coos Bay
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