Executed Couple
The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the deserted road. Li gripped the steering wheel of his beat-up sedan, his eyes fixed on the cracked asphalt ahead. He was alone, as he often was, driving through the remote countryside in search of… what, exactly? He wasn’t sure. A distraction, perhaps. A way to escape the monotony of his ordinary life.
As he rounded a bend, something caught his eye. Two dark shapes lay motionless on the side of the road. Li slowed his car to a stop and climbed out, his heart pounding in his chest. As he approached, the shapes resolved into the unmistakable forms of a man and a woman, sprawled in on the ground side by side.
Li was cautious as he took in the scene. The man’s face was a mask of blood and shattered bone, his eyes staring sightlessly at the sky. The woman lay on her back, her limbs splayed at unnatural angles. As he knelt beside her, Li noticed the bullet hole in her forehead. She had been shot at close range, her face frozen in a mask of terror. Her clothes were torn and bloodstained, her body marred with bruises and cuts. “Executed and dumped, probably drug related,” Li thought to himself. Li felt a strange sensation in his groins looking at this woman.
He looked around, but there was no one in sight. The road was deserted, the fields empty and still. He was alone with the bodies, alone with his dark desires. He was drawn to the woman, to her lifeless body, like a moth to a flame.
With shaking hands, he undressed her, his breath catching in his throat as her breasts were revealed. They were perfect, round and full, her nipples hardened by the cool breeze. Li leaned down and took one in his mouth, sucking and biting gently. As he explored her body her skin felt cool and smooth, like marble. He traced the curve of body, the smooths of her thighs. He couldn’t help himself. He had to have her, even if she was dead.
“Fuck,” he whispered, his voice ragged with desire. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
He lowered his head to her breasts again, his mouth finding her nipple. He sucked and licked, his hands kneading her flesh. She did not respond, as he explored her body.
Li’s hands slid lower, over her stomach, her hips. He found her pussy, which was wet and ready for him. He couldn’t believe it, but she was wet, even in death. He plunged two fingers inside her, feeling her tightness and the stick moisture inside her pussy. Then it dawned on him, this was another man’s semen. Li wondered if it had been her boyfriend who had used her last, or if it had been her killer, taking one final pleasure before ending her life. It doesn’t matter he had to fuck her.
“Fuck, you want it,” he groaned, his voice thick with lust. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you, you dirty slut?”
He unzipped his pants, freeing his hard cock. He stroked himself, his eyes fixed on her face, on her open mouth. He imagined her moaning, imagined her begging him for more.
Li positioned himself between her legs, his cock pressing against her entrance. He thrust forward, burying himself inside her in one smooth stroke. Her pussy took his hard cock in with ease, the lubricated pussy made slurping noises as the hard cock slipped in. He groaned at the sensation, at the way her pussy gripped him, held him tight.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he panted, his hips moving faster, harder. “I’m claim you one last time, this pussy is mine now.”
He pounded into her, his hands gripping her hips, her thighs. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening. Li groaned, his hips moving faster, harder. He could feel her body swaying beneath him, her head lolling to the side. The bullet hole in her forehead was a stark reminder of her fate as she stared ahead into nothingness.
“Take it, you dead fucking slut,” he growled, his voice harsh and cruel. “Take my cum. Let me fill you up.”
He reached down and played with her breasts, pinching her nipples roughly. The woman’s body was limp, but her flesh was still warm, still responsive to his touch. Li felt a rush of power, a dark excitement that he had never known before.
With a final, brutal thrust, Li came, his cock pulsing inside her as he spilled his seed deep in her womb. He stayed there for a moment, his chest heaving, his heart pounding. Then, slowly, he pulled out, his cum leaking from her well-fucked pussy.
Li looked down at her, at the way his cum was seeping out of her, staining her thighs. He felt a sense of satisfaction, of triumph. He had claimed her, had made her his. Even in death, she belonged to him.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He snapped pictures of her, of her face, her body, her pussy. He wanted to remember this moment, wanted to relive it again and again.
As he zipped up his pants, Li’s eyes fell on her bra and panties, lying discarded on the ground. He picked them up, holding them to his nose. They smelled of her, of her final moments. He would keep them, he decided. He would use them to jerk off, to fantasize about her, about what he had done.
Li looked around one last time, making sure there was no sign of his presence. He then knelt down and felt her cooling breasts one last time, he kissed her dead lips tasting her one last time. Then, he climbed back into his car and drove away, leaving the bodies behind.
