"No title - F/F nec drugs - story" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/KrqiSLnG Created on: Wednesday 20th of January 2016 10:55:11 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:41:26 AM UTC No title - F/F nec drugs - story « on: April 12, 2010, 01:34:47 PM » ReplyQuote She was waiting for me outside the clinic. Her figure, making me envious, was visible in the wonderfully cool summer night. When she noticed me, she threw away her cigarette, She took me in her arms, much like a lover, and kissed me. I could taste the smoke on her breath, and I knew she was coming into my soul. I didn’t want her there, but she belonged there somehow. I didn’t resist, but she must have sensed something anyway. “Let’s go inside, I’ve got something that’ll cheer you up a bit,” she said kindly. I smiled a genuine smile. Now I wanted her slight violation, I wanted it because she wanted it. And if she wanted it, she would reward me. And I needed her reward. I opened the door with my key and turned off the alarm. Then I locked it behind us. She went up to the counter and began arranging two lines of her magical white powder. She handed me a small bill, and I rolled it up. My hands were steady, and I bent over my salvation and my doom and took it into me. Overwhelming like always, it was her good stuff, which she saves for me. I felt her hug me from behind. “I love watching you this happy, honey.” She kissed my cheek. “I love seeing you moody too, but I want you to be happy.” “You always make me happy,” I said. “Go ahead, finish it.” She held on to me. She always liked feeling that ecstasy and slight pain, she always liked me overwhelmed by her magic. I was surrounded by the smell of her, her perfume and smoke on her breath. She put a hand on my midriff so she could feel the tension. I took the other line inside me, into my mind. I made the signature gasp, and laid myself back against her, my head against her shoulder. She cooed in my ear, letting me enjoy that first rush. “I think you’re more in the mood now. Show me.” I turned with her arms about me and kissed her gently, my mind buzzing with pleasure. My envy of her, my fear of her control over me, none of it was gone. But now it felt good, right. She had my pleasure with her, and when I went home, I’d have a little reserve with me. So she would be with me again when I was alone, if I turned to her for my happiness and pleasure. Or rather when I did. We kissed slowly, sensuously. Her tongue in me was both soft and insisting. I gave myself up to the pleasure and gave her the best I could. She sensed that, my attempt successful. “You are a loving, horny little slut tonight,” she said, looking into my eyes. “I am for you.” Whether that was true or not didn’t matter to me, so she felt no lie, though she knew me well enough to know that it was. When my buzz was wearing off, I knew she would want to feel me submissive, accepting her with her magical powder as my queen. Denying me a little felt good for her, and while it was agony, the sweetness after would taste the sweeter. But now we were going down to the clinic morgue. --------- I pulled the one I had chosen out into the warmer side room. She was still beautiful now, just like she had been a few hours earlier. “Aw, what a sweetie. Was she as sweet as she looks?” she asked. “She came in alone, but had us film her, and send it to her parents. She was very brave and natural.” “Why did she come here?” “Her sister is old enough to take over for her, and she has plenty of younger sisters growing up. There’s no way there could be time for them all. She felt she’d had her time.” “What a loving gesture. Such sweetness. So peaceful.” She was still a whole corpse. The taxidermist would come by tomorrow morning. Hands gently felt the cool, smooth skin of her arms, soothing the dead girl. They were drawn irresistibly to her mounds, nearly flattened from her laying on her back. She brought one of her own nipples out, so she could play with it while she began sucking on the dead girl’s. I came up behind her, ready to play the part she wanted. When she had finished with nipples, I helped her take off her clothes, so they were both naked. As I bent while she stepped out of her skirt, I noticed the smell from between her legs. I wondered how long she had waited outside, luxuriating in that feeling. She bent down between the dead girl’s legs, with a look of awe and wonder on her face. And then she began licking. She kept her hands on the corpse. She savored the taste of the freshly dead pussy, excited even when it had been slain. She loved the passive, cool body. The smooth, unresponsive skin. She licked and licked and sucked, caressing and making love with her tongue and her hands; pouring herself out into this illegal, immoral act. As she bent over, I could tell how puffy and wet she was becoming herself. I stepped up behind her with the needle, and gently sank it into her bottom. Another slight moan among her moans. And then a little extra whimper when I pumped the drug into her. She inserted a finger into the dead pussy, curling it up and pleasuring the dead girl from inside. Finally, she stopped, having reached the point she had aimed for, and her body becoming sluggish from the drug. I helped her, feeling her skin cooling already. I placed her gently down on the other metal cart. When she could no longer move, I closed her eyes. “What a beautiful woman she was,” I whispered to myself, but to her, in her cold ear. “I wonder why she wanted to die. I wonder if she didn’t go with a lethal injection in her butt. She must have been so aroused when she died, she is just soaking.” It was my turn. I mimicked the movements, the caresses as best I could remember. Her skin was cooled a little, and there were no movements or reactions. It was just like making love to a corpse. My buzz won even over my revulsion, and I caressed her smooth skin. I licked and sucked and gently bit her hard nipples. Then I moved down her body, with kisses and worship. I enjoyed the feeling of my cheek over her flat, velvety tummy. And then I was welcomed by the smell of her enormous arousal. She was even wetter now. And I made love to her pussy, licking her folds, my fingers probing, building up to finding the clit. Her taste was special, the only woman I’d ever tasted besides myself. Her flesh yielded, as I used her own wetness to help me penetrate her cool body. And then I went for her clit with my tongue. I took only a little while, the buildup had been so long and good for her, when a slight spasm defied the paralysis. I could only imagine how powerful and orgasm she must have in her sick mind, believing herself dead and made love to by some sick pervert girl. --------- Over the next hour, I gently brought her back to warmth and life. My dependence on her good will had brought me to a low, but her magical powder saved me from feeling that degradation as anything but pleasurable. I try not to think about the next time.