From the book of Sissitrix — Page 25, Paragraph 4:
I am not a serial killer. See me more as a war surgeon on the field or a dedicated nurse helping the elderly. They were asking for it, and I was eager to explore the meta-sex.
I opened the truck's back doors and gasped at the pristine working areas. Brand new washing machines and dryers lined both sides of a narrow aisle, with a coroner’s metal bed on top of one side. Our new laundry truck was designed for autopsies, surgery, torture, and more conventional cleaning.
A carton labeled money counting machines at the far bulkhead would support our most lucrative revenue stream.
Cindy looked around, fascinated, possibly shocked. She shook her head and pointed at the macabre metal bed.
“Are you thinking about fucking me on that coroner’s slab, Rex?”
“Yeah. Why not?”
“Fuck off. Just take off your clothes, and we’ll use the floor, dickhead.”
I undressed, trying to figure out the problem with using the bed. From what Sissitrix told me, I knew it was mostly unused when they bought it from a bankrupt Funeral Director.
When I had folded up my clothes and glanced back at Cindy, she was already kneeling in a doggy position on the floor with her skirt lifted, back deeply arched, pointing her gorgeous, glistening wet, tight slit at me.
“I have time, so you can fuck me for ages. Oh… and you should lock the back door, Rex.”
“Okay. Let’s make this a good one.”
“Show me that beautifully big cock of yours, Rex baby. I hear talk about it all the time.”
I kneeled, grinding my bony caps into an industrial-thickness brand-new linoleum covering that felt squashy. Cindy’s pussy smelled like a garden of roses blooming in the morning, raw, sweet, promising much.
I took a good look, surprised that she kept perfectly clean and well-shaven. Although all were very clean, a lot of the whores didn’t care much about grooming because most clients were too drunk or uber-horny to notice. John’s only cared about the beauty of the mantlepiece while stoking the fire, hairy or otherwise.
I gripped my cock and slid it between her pussy lips, enjoying the warm and sticky dampness. Cindy sighed, settled, and pushed back while I slid my glans up and down her dripping-wet slit, enjoying how she trembled and whimpered, behaving slightly more submissively than I had anticipated.
“Fuck me, don’t tease, Rex.”
I gripped her firm ass cheeks with powerful fingers, clawing deep while she moaned, forcing her glistening slit backward onto my cock. The wrinkled tips of her labia looked like a work of art and deserved to be eaten, but I had no time.
“Come by my home soon, Cindy. I have a great tongue and lips to entertain you all day.”
“I love cunnilingus, but I hate men who fail to deliver.”
“Come by and cum, sweetheart. I won’t disappoint.”
“I will, baby.”
When she least expected it, I prised Cindy’s ass cheeks wide apart and slid my throbbing, veiny cock deep inside her tight pussy. Her back arched deeply. Cindy shuddered and screamed, releasing her excess sexual tension, repeatedly slamming one palm onto the linoleum floor as though releasing sexual tension.
Cindy stared back and grinned at me with more than a smidgen of desire and begging in her expression, suggesting she couldn’t wait much longer for a damn good fucking. I withdrew my cock slowly, carefully but not entirely, until I felt her sphincter clench tightly around my glans like she was kissing it with her pussy lips.
When I thrust hard and rammed my cock balls deep inside her, she squealed noisily, wriggled, then pushed back, gasping loudly. My cock was being squeezed harder than I could remember, milked with such intensity it felt like Cindy had made it a race to see who would yield to orgasm first.
I gripped more tightly around her waist with both hands and withdrew again, hauling her cunt back onto my cock, before sliding her off again like a wanking sleeve.
I got into a rhythm that Cindy loved as she bounced her ass off my pubic bone each time she fully pushed back and impaled her pussy on my solid cock. She milked my shaft exceptionally well, crushing it with muscles that were well-toned for her craft.
When the finishing line came, Cindy orgasmed long and hard, screaming enough to elicit laughter from outside the truck. I extended her joy and railed my newest lover harder and faster while reaching deeper until a constant and continuous state of rapture consumed her.
Cindy tensed and shouted at the floor.
“More cock, please!”
“Faster, Rex!”
“Fuck me harder!”