4 comments/ 22572 views/ 7 favorites Don/Dawn of the Dead By: alienfreaknugget If you enjoy this part of the story, vote and drop me a line to let me know and I'll write more... * I did all of the 'normal' things first. Checked all the doors, checked all the stores, closets, back hallways, stockrooms and bathrooms for zombies. Made sure everything was sealed off. Established a base inside the mall to operate from. Made an escape plan. Hid some of my guns and ammo in a cache with my INCH bag (I'm Never Coming Home bag). And then I waited. I'm not sure what I was waiting for. This was the part that wasn't like the movies. I wasn't with anyone. The whole time I was running I didn't see anyone... well... no one living. Just all of the walking dead. Now they watch me through the shatter proof doors. All rotting and drooling. The plague had spread quicker than any science fiction writer or horror movie buff could have ever predicted. I had plenty of food and water to last a while. I was secure from the Z's. I had things to keep me sort of busy. But the thought that kept haunting me was the idea that I was the last man standing. I kept thinking that I'd never see another living person again. I kept thinking I'd never get laid again. I'm what I call hyper-sexual. I love sex. I love fucking. I love women. I love lingerie. But really, I'm a mass of contradictions. Sure, I'm a manly man who can shoot, fight and fuck with the best of them but I'm also... well... uninhibited. And curious. And well... I love lingerie. Love it. So much that yeah... I used to wear it once in a while. And when I wasn't getting laid regularly, then it turned in to more often. A couple of nights I got drunk and hooked up with strange guys from Craigslist and let them treat me like a fuck slut all night. There was something about being desired so much by another human being. I wasn't attracted to guys but I loved the attention. And the humiliation. I liked the idea of submitting to someone else after submitting to my own darkness. I loved the feeling of big cock shoved in my mouth with somebody's hand pushing my head down on it. I liked being bent over, panties pulled down and waiting for that touch of the cock head probing my asshole. Big, hard prick pummeling my ass, beating the hell out of my prostrate. I didn't give a shit about the guy, guys are fairly ugly. But the pain, the pleasure, the desire, the humiliation... it was all sort of cleansing in a way. I never let any of them kiss me... we never talked really... I'd just go over to their hotel room, get changed and then get on my knees. The last guy I had fucked was a skinny little white guy with a long one. After he fucked me, he made me jerk off in his hand and lick it off. It was so fucking hot. I already had the taste of his cock in my mouth, my ass was blissfully sore from being fucked for half an hour and there I was... on my knees, holding onto my heels behind me and licking my own cream out of his hand. I was in a mood that night. Thinking about it now, I can almost relate to the zombies. Overwhelmed by lust, the hormones and adrenaline coupling in my brain to remove all fear and inhibition. I'd been thinking next time I wanted him to bareback me... maybe shoot it in my mouth... But I'm sure he's a Z now. Like everyone. Everyone but me. The shopping mall that was my new home had the usual shit. I hadn't noticed how useless shopping malls had become. No gun shop like in the movie, no hardware store with cool things like axes and propane tanks. But there was clean water running still. And enough food here and there to last for several months if I was judicious about it. And of course, a lingerie shop. I tried to avoid it at first. But like a cigarette smoker, orgasm is my addiction and in times of stress, my desires usually go to the darkest places they can find. Considering all of the recent events, I was feeling pretty god damned stressed. And really horny. But the idea of dressing in the mall and just waking around in public was too much at first. What if I got caught? What if... but then I realized, fuck it. A place isn't public when people don't exist anymore. And if someone did find me, so what? How shocking would a cross dressing bi-sexual be in a land populated by half dead cannibals? The old world was dead and with it, all of the constraints of normalcy. I could be whatever I wanted from day to day... hour to hour even. If I wanted to be my bad ass self in BDU's with full tac gear, pistol and knife, then I would be. If I wanted to walk around in heels, hose and teddy and fuck myself in the ass with one of those big scented candles from the bath shop, why not? Chances were, I wasn't going to live that long anyway. Why in the fuck would I want to spend my last several months fearing the judgment of people who were all now dead... ish? I won't bore you with the details but let's just say it was pretty exciting. I'd always thought about shaving my legs but there'd be no explaining it at the gym or to a new girlfriend. I wasn't a bodybuilder; I just liked to look good in my thigh highs. So when I actually sat down by the mall fountain and had a go with a razor, it was pretty exhilarating. From there I walked buck ass naked down to the lingerie shop and picked out what I liked: tall black heels with the little strap that goes around the ankle, black thigh highs with a seam up the back, a black teddy that was all lacy with little white bows on the front and a black curly wig off one of the mannequins. Over this went a short black one piece dress. And I even picked up a purse to carry my .45 in. As time went on, I started visiting the department stores and working on my make up. I painted my nails and toes. I was sort of passable except I looked like a big chick... like a muscle chick. But I loved looking at my ass in the mirror. I'd stand with just my ass in the reflection and slowly slide the panties down. Then I'd take a big purple candle that I'd whittled a head onto and slowly start working it into my ass. Right as I was about to cum, I'd turn and shoot it all over the mirror. Some days, I'd take my show down to the mall front doors. The Z's were always there looking in. They were all fucked up and I was glad I couldn't smell them through the glass. Eyes gouged out, limbs missing, clothes tore to shreds. There was one Z down by the south end whose pants had been torn off. You never see that in the movies, a zombie with a big ol' zombie-johnson swinging in the breeze. My new favorite thing was to get on my knees right in front of him and open my mouth. I'd sit and rock on my home made dildo and imagine him fucking my mouth. There seemed to be some sort of distant recognition in his eyes. Sure they were all fucked up in a zombie kinda way but he'd always grind that big cock up against the glass and look straight down at me. He'd tease me with that big blue dick and I'd tease him with my ripe delicious flesh. I was glad there wasn't a glory hole in the door. I'd be tempted to put a couple of rubbers on him and let him fuck me. But that would be suicidal. One spray of zombie jizz and I'd be as good as infected. I was down on my knees one day around noon, imagining zombie dick in my mouth and ass, same as usual. I guess it was because of all the moaning that I didn't hear the chopper land on the roof at the other end of the mall. And he must have been moving quietly when he walked up behind me. But when I saw his reflection in the glass I nearly had a heart attack. Leaving the candle in my ass I rolled over onto my side, grabbed my purse and yanked out my .45. He was too stunned with the whole scene to do anything. He was a tall black guy dressed in a police uniform. He was carrying his shotgun loosely in one hand and he never even budged when I pointed my piece at him. He just stood there with this confused look on his face. And who could blame him really? My skirt was up around my waist, I had a big candle jammed in my ass, my wig had gone slightly askew when I rolled over and it was easy to see my dick jutting up hard as a rock. I was very obviously not a girl, I had been very obviously fucking myself in the ass and there was absolutely no way to say that I had been doing something else. We just looked at each other for a while and slowly, I lowered my gun. As nonchalantly as possible, I pulled the candle out of my ass and stuck most of it in my purse. I pulled my dress down and straightened my wig a little. Finally, I managed to spit out the word, "Hi". I talked to myself all the time but it was strange to be talking to another person. "You the only one here?" the cop asked. I nodded. "Yup. Just me. And my adoring fans," I said and made a sweeping motion towards the Z's outside the doors. "I uh... how the fuck did you get in here?" I asked. "Chopper," came the reply. "Me and my partner landed on the roof. Ran out of gas." "Are there... other... people... out there?" I asked slowly. I had assumed the whole world had gone to hell in a handcart but maybe I was wrong. "Nah," he said and slung his shotgun up on his shoulder. "We've been flying for days now. Every place is just... fucked." He was checking me out now. I'm sure he could have done better back in the world but judging from the look in his eyes, he hadn't been laid in a long time. "You, uh..." he said and pointed at me. "Yeah," I said and sort of curtsied, "no internet, no television. Whadya gonna do?" I laughed a little bit but he didn't. He still couldn't quite process everything going on. I started to feel embarrassed. "I guess I should go change into something... less... comfortable." "Nah man," he said. "Fuck it. Do what you like. I don't give a shit. After all the shit we seen over the last couple of weeks, this here..." He smiled for the first time but it wasn't a mocking smile. It was just sort of warm and friendly. "I'm Stillwater" he said. "I'm Don," I answered. Although I figured after today I could start spelling it 'Dawn' instead. "Are you uh... hungry? Thirsty? Anything I can get you or uh..." my eyes went to his crotch... "do for you?" "We've got food and water, ammo..." his eyes were scanning up and down my legs. "My partner is checking out the other end of the mall. So I uh..." I took a long deep breath and exhaled fully. My heart was racing and I was shaking a little. The load I had been working up was unrelieved and I still wanted to get off. "Let's make a deal you and I. It's a brave new world so let's just agree to speak our minds. I'd really like to suck your cock. Would that be alright?" He smiled and scratched the back of his head. "I never uh... been with a... anything but a girl before. I'm not gay or anything but..." I walked forward, my heels clicking on the floor. I wiggled my hips slightly as I approached him. Dropping into a husky feminine voice I told him, "Honey, I know. But I may be the closest thing to a girl left on the earth. Believe it or not, I like girls too but right now it'd be nice to forget the world and just get off. So whadya say? Wanna shoot a big load into my mouth? Wanna make me your whore?" He shook his head and laughed a little. "Yeah, sure. Why not." His face went into a mock seriousness. "Get on your knees bitch." My cock was rock hard and making my dress stick up in front. I held it down as best I could and dropped in front of him. With shaking hands I unzipped his fly and undid his belt. He held his pistol belt up with his free hand so I could unsnap the waistband and pull them down slightly. Reaching in I grabbed him by his dick. It was a big dig. A big beautiful black dick. It was bigger than anything I had ever seen in person. It was at least 8 inches long and snapped out at me, hard as a rock. There would be no foreplay this time. No teasing, no licking, no fondling. I opened my mouth and rammed as much of it down as I could. My head went back and forth while I held the base of his cock with my right hand. My left hand began massaging his balls with just the fingertips. The cop's moaning mixed with the moaning coming from the Z's outside as his hand came down on top of my head. It felt strange through the wig but I'm sure from his view of the world, I just looked like some slut on her knees blowing him and that was all that mattered. Within a minute or two I felt his cock get harder and he began thrusting into my mouth, fucking it. "Oh shit," was all he said and blew a giant load of semen into my mouth. I pulled back to the tip so it couldn't slide down my throat without tasting. All of the previous guys had worn condoms. This was my first taste of jizz and I wanted to enjoy it. No sense in safe sex now. Old age wasn't in the picture. His dick spasmed again and again. I rolled his cum around in my mouth and let a little leak out of the corners. He must have not had any time to jerk off lately. Especially with his partner... I looked around the side of his legs. Another cop, a blonde white guy was leaned up against the wall watching. His arms crossed his chest and a smile crossed his face. "Hey, me next, yeah?" he said and leaned his rifle up against the wall. I showed him the cumshot in my mouth and then swallowed it. "You probably want to know a thing or two about me first," I said as the first cop zipped up. Stillwater looked kind of ashamed and turned away from me. "I'm a little different..." The blonde cop walked towards me. "You look like a guy in drag." "There's a reason for that," I said, still on my knees. "Sweetheart, you look great to me," he said. He was already unzipping his pants as he walked up to me. "I've been needing relief in the worst way." So maybe living at the mall wasn't going to be so boring after all... Don/Dawn of the Dead Ch. 02 I really like these white thigh highs I have on today. Coupled with the tall red pumps, the plaid little school girl skirt and the rest of it... I look hot. As I stand and shop, I stop to raise one leg and rub it long and slow against the other one, feeling the wonderful fabrics slide together across my shaved legs. I take a sample of black lipstick and try it on, puckering my cocksucker lips in the tiny mirror on the counter. Jerry, the blonde cop, is watching from his post behind the counter. Not that real stores would have cops behind the counter but this is zombie land and we're playing today. I raise my skirt up slightly and press my throbbing hot sissy clit against the cold, hard glass of the display case and wink at Jerry. He laughs. We can never stay in character. I pick up a small bottle of perfume, look around nervously and drop it into my purse. Flipping my hair back, I head towards the door. "Miss?" Jerry says getting up from his seat. I can see his cock outlined against his pants. He's already hard. He loves this game. "I'm going to have to take a look inside your purse." I stop and cock my ass to the side. I've grown my hair out and curled it; I pull at a dangling strand as I rub my legs together some more. "Why officer? Did I do something wrong?" "Well," Jerry says as he walks towards me, "I think you've been shoplifting ma'am. I'm going to have to take you in the back for questioning." "Oh no," I feign. He takes my purse and sets it on the counter. Spinning me around, he cuffs my hands behind my back. When he's done, he lingers for a moment running his hand up the back of my leg. Over the hose, across the garter strap straight into the crack of my ass. He slips a finger into my sissy pussy and leans in closer. "No underwear today. You are a bad, bad girl." His finger is buried all the way in me. I fondle his cock with my handcuffed hands, squeezing the head ever so lightly. He bites me softly through my blouse on the shoulder. As his teeth rake through the material against my flesh, I can see the zombies still outside the glass doors at the far end of the mall. Just for a moment I imagine my favorite one with the big blue dick biting me and stick that monstrous undead cock in my ass. "Come on you," Jerry says and starts dragging me to the back of the store. We've moved a single bed with a wrought iron frame into the back office. Jerry throws me on the bed and I pretend to curl up in a ball on my stomach. He takes out a second pair of cuffs and handcuffs my ankles together. Pulling my hands through my legs he secures them to my ankles so that I am bent over and on my knees. I can hear him getting undressed and soon the bed squeaks and his hairy naked legs appear on either side of my head. "It is time, young lady, that you learned that crime does not pay. I sentence you to be my cum slut for the remainder of the afternoon. Now," he sighs as he folds his hands behind his head, "suck." I tilt my head up and run my tongue on the underside of his prick all the way up to the head. A small pool of pre-cum is there and I tongue the slit in his fat cock head. Again I run from the base to the top and back down. I plant small kisses all over the head as I begin to put more and more of it in my mouth. I bob up and down popping my lips around the edges of his mushroom helmet and he begins to moan. I never bother with dancing my tongue around on the head, I just keep a nice steady rhythm of up and down, in and out. His cock is only about 6 inches but that means I can get almost all of it into my mouth without gagging. I deep throat him and let tip of his dick touch the back of my throat with every down stroke. His beautiful cock is totally enveloped in my warm, wet and willing mouth. After a while, Jerry pushes my head up and holds it there. Repositioning himself with his legs in the air, he pulls me down by the hair into his ass. "Lick it you fucking whore," he commands and I comply. My tongue begins its dance around his puckered ass, using just the tip. He moans even more and I feel his hand come down on the back of my head. "I want to feel your tongue in my ass bitch," he says and I stick my tongue out further. I begin to moan now just from the sheer excitement of it all. I feed as much of my tongue into his ass as I can, fucking him and out, curling my tongue into a jutting tip. Every so often he pulls me up slightly and that is my cue to take his balls into my mouth. I roll them around, being gentle while Jerry strokes his cock. Without a word he's up and I'm being swung around so that my manacled feet and hands dangle off the edge of the bed. My skirt goes up and I feel Jerry's cock begin to slide up and down the crack of my ass. He dribbles a small amount of lube on us both and begins working the head in. He teases me with it, poking the head in a little and then taking it out. I arch my back as best I can and push back onto him. He slides in a tiny bit further with every stroke. His rock hard dick pauses as he hits my inner muscles and then with one fluid stroke, he's in. I can feel his balls against mine as he stays there a moment, grinding his cock into my sissy pussy. He moans again and then sets about the business of fucking me properly. Hands grab my waist and his pace picks up. I lay my head flat against the cool sheets of the bed and enjoy the vulnerable feeling of being shackled and bent over, his piece of ass for however long he wants. Occasionally he smacks my ass cheek hard with his hand and the fucks me faster. His balls slap against mine and I feel filled and desired, degraded and decadent. "Are you going to fill my mouth with cum officer?" I ask. "Not today missy," he says. He buries himself in me as far as he can and stays there. He groans loudly and I can feel him ejaculating deep inside me, shot after shot of spunk filling me up. His body shakes and rocks slightly as he cums. When he is done, he remains in me for a while. "I do have a little surprise for you though." I turn my head slightly and wrinkle my eyebrows slightly. A surprise? He is very still for a moment and I feel him pushing slightly. Without warning, a warm sensation begins to fill my bowels as hot fluid empties from him into me. "Always wanted to do this," he says. I moan as my belly distends from the piss that is flowing into me now. His hand grabs me by the hair and pulls my head up roughly. He groans as the seemingly never ending flow of urine mixes with the cum inside of me. "Now don't you spill a drop when I pull out of you," he tells me. He pulls out and I clench my ass checks together tightly. The dull pain in my stomach is growing but my cock is rock hard. "I'd say you get, 10 lashes before I let you go potty," he tells me. I stay where I am as I hear him get his belt out of his pants that are lying crumpled on the floor. "Now be a good girl and count them and maybe I'll let you cum today." The first lash falls without warning but I can hardly feel it because of the burning sensation within. "One," I say quietly between clenched teeth. The next several fall and in between each stroke of the belt, Jerry stops and teases my over-filled balls with the tip of his belt. "Eight," I count and then grind against the belt tip. "Nine," the heat in and on my ass spreads. "Ten." After the last stroke, Jerry uncuffs me and I shuffle to the bathroom. As I release everything inside, I hold onto my painfully erect sissy clit. I slide my hand over the end of it and taste my own precum. It won't take much to get me off today. "Back up on the bed sweetheart," Jerry commands and I resume my position on all fours minus the handcuffs. "You ready to shoot your little load today?" "Yes officer," I answer in my most lustful feminine voice. I feel something hard pushing against my ass but this time it isn't his cock. It must be his night stick. He twists it slowly in to me and then back out again. "Have at it girl," he tells me. My hand flies under my skirt and I begin to furiously stroke my cock as I hump the big black night stick buried in my little girly ass. "I'm going to cum," I tell him and he withdraws the stick from my rear. Shot after shot of my own jizz sprays into my left hand as my right hand furiously pumps away. My sore ass clenches and I can still taste his cock in my mouth. By the end of my orgasm I am spent and laying on the bed panting. Jerry pats my ass and laughs. "See what happens when you steal shit?" I exhale loudly. "Yeah, tell me about it." Jerry gathers up his things and sets out to leave. "You better rest up darl'n. You get Stillwater tomorrow night. And he is in a foul, foul mood." My heart skips a beat with both fear and excitement. Today was fun, tomorrow will push new bounds.