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Cold Pussy Blues

By Blue P

Few places in North America are quite as colorful as the Piedmont region of Virginia during Autumn. Likewise, few things are quite as erotically arousing as the site of a young woman in tight jeans hitchhiking the county roads that time of year.

It was a late afternoon in early October when he spotted her. Left thumb out, her hips shifting as she strolled. Her ass cheeks moved rhythmically from left to right with each stride as she walked up the road.

Her back was to the traffic, so Arthur couldn’t see her face. However, he was already mesmerized by the gravity of her ostentatious strut and voluptuous backside.

He slowed down just enough to get a good look at her face, and without hesitating pulled over. A gorgeous young stray. Today he wondered could be his lucky day.

The young woman smirked as she approached the passenger side of his beat-up Ford Escape. She noticed the ongoing body work and mismatched fender and door. She noticed everything. Nothing mattered more to her though than the person driving the vehicle.

Arthur passed her test with flying colors. He was a poster child for the pussy-free simps club. Big and out of shape, he was a gentle beta male if she ever saw one, she wondered.

Soon as she got in Arthur locked the doors, and she immediately began having second thoughts.

“You’re not going to kill me, I hope?” She asked with a halfhearted smile.

“Why would I kill you?” He smiled in return, as he carefully rolled back on to the road.

“Where are you hitching a ride to?” He asks, still amused by her introduction.

“I’m heading up 15 to Zion.” The young woman said.

“Wow! I don’t think you were going to get there on foot. That’s like a 10-mile trek.” Arthur said with a chuckle.

Steadily the young woman’s sense of ease was restored. Arthur was a gentle giant. She figured if he were gonna harm her at all, the party would have already begun.

“My name’s Tamera.” She said holding out her hand. Arthur wondered to gently take hold of her small hand and kiss the back of it, but instead he just gave a gentle shake nodding his head.

“Pleased to meet you, Tamera. I’m Artie.” He said with a friendly smile.

“Are you from around here?” Arthur asks.

“Sort of, my dad lives here in Palmyra and my mom lives in Zion.” She said, looking uneasy. She hated to talk about her personal life with strangers. Especially ones she wondered could be talked into trading money for sex.

Tamera was checking out Arthur’s ride. It looked newer on the inside – much better. But there was an unusual chemically kind of smell. It was beginning to make her feel nauseous.

“Hey Artie. What’s that smell?”, she asks as she fiddled with the door controls trying to open the window, but it was locked.

“What smell?” Arthur asked rudely as if she had offended him.

“It smells like some kind of chemical in here.”, Tamera complained.

Arthur often forgot that people could smell his work on him. It couldn’t be helped. He knew that Tamera was reacting to the lingering omnipresent odor of formaldehyde.

“Sorry! It’s because of my work.” He opened the windows from his side.

Truth is that she was just being overly dramatic. The formaldehyde fumes didn’t upset her nearly as much as both her window and door being locked. Tamera hated the feeling of being trapped.

“What type of work is it that you do?” Tamera asks, as the automatic window came to be open halfway.

“I’m a mortuary attendant. I take care of dead people.” Arthur said plainly.

“No shit?” Tamera replied with genuine curiosity.

“I noticed your smell too. You smell like you just came out of the bath. Like a bar of wet soap or something.”, said Arthur.

“Yes, I just took a bath at my dad’s house.” She said sounding a little annoyed. There it was again she was talking about her personal life.

“You mean your sugar daddy, right?” Arthur asks.

She turned her head and ignored him at first. Then she reaches over grabbing at his crotch and saying in a clear voice “It’s nice of you to give me a ride to Zion. It’s only fair that I give you a ride in return.” Arthur grinned with a mischievous expression.

They were already halfway to Zion by now. This would be a company transaction plain and simple. They needed to discover a place off the main road where they wouldn’t be spotted.

Tamera suggested the old post office along the way. There was a gigantic parking lot behind the building, and they could pull in between the trailers, fuck really quick, and be on their way.

Arthur was cool with the suggestion. He kept his 9mm Glock, fully loaded with one in the chamber, beneath his seat just in case of trouble, so he had absolutely no trepidation.

It was still light out, but it was starting to get dark. Tamera had been turning tricks on Route 15 since mid-Summer. Money was hard to come by, and she found fucking and sucking for cash was as easy as picking apples. But somehow, she didn’t feel safe at all with Arthur anymore. Her instincts told her to run like hell, first chance she got.

Her instinct was spot on. Arthur had been fucking dead people for the past 17 years. He all the time kept an extra-large jar of Vaseline in his locker at work just in case he had the urge and an irresistible opportunity presented itself. What he liked least about necrophilia was that his victims were all the time so damned cold.

Tamera didn’t know it, but Arthur had been imagining her freshly strangled corpse from the moment he spotted her. It had been his twisted fantasy for years to catch, kill, and fuck a victim. For comparison sake, if for no other reason. This little parasite was the perfect score he wondered. Nobody would miss her.

“Well, little lady. Here we are.” Arthur left the windows open as they pulled into the parking lot behind the old post office. They were in the middle of a vast paved over area apparently surrounded by an open field.

“Do you have any weapons on you girl?” Arthur demanded to know. “Don’t make me find out the hard way.”. He added. Right then she knew she was in trouble.

“Here, take back your $100. Please I don’t want the money. Fuck me, but please don’t kill me. Please!”. She cried and pleaded.

“Too late dummy.” He smacked Tamera several times, but he didn’t punch her. That would have been overkill. Once she showed that she had submitted completely. He forced her head down on his cock.

Tamera was so scared that she couldn’t get into sucking Arthur’s dick. Her lips were actually quivering, and her entire body, even her pussy, was shaking.

Arthur wondered that it was funny how a corpse could give better head than this little prostitute. Tamera was weeping and petrified. The 275-pound monster had her in a state of absolute terror. Yet, her pussy was dripping wet. He reached for the glove box and pulled out a small bottle of hand lotion.

“Do you know what this is for?” Arthur grinned as if possessed by a demon. “It’s for fucking bad asses like you up the poop shoot.”

He was becoming sadistic as he stripped Tamera naked without regard. He wrapped her bra around her neck and began strangling her with it. It was not an adequate tool for the intended purpose. However, it gave him excellent control over her as he entered her dripping wet pussy hole from behind. She screamed out for her father to save her “Daddy, Daddy!”, Tamera cried.

Arthur just laughed as he continued to pound her fleshy ass cheeks mercilessly. She was bleeding from the rectum by the time he was done. Then he went in for the kill he wrapped his hands around her throat and began choking the life out of the poor young hitchhiker. Reality slowly faded to gray, and she was gone.

When she came to her senses, she woke up at UVA Medical Center in Charlottesville. Physically she would be fine. The Sheriff had spotted her jumping into Arthur’s car back in Palmyra and followed her to the old post office and called for backup. He’d been watching her for weeks and planned to arrest her for prostitution. However, this experience ought to have scared her straight.

As for Arthur, he’s in the morgue courtesy of the men and women of law enforcement. He never did get to fuck a freshly killed body. Oh well! Maybe someone in hell can tell him what it’s like.

NSFW: yes

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