Emilee's Night
I couldn't be more excited! I was finally going to meet Emilee, whom I had been writing back and fourth through Email for months. And to make
things even more exciting, I was on a bus with my best friend Ash, heading for Ozzfest 2001!
Upon arrival to the George, Washington, I recognized her immediately at the bus stop even though I had never seen a picture of her... she was
everything she said she was and more. About 5'2'', black hair with a few beaded braids here and there, eyes so green that grass
paled in comparison, perky breasts that looked like a perfect handful to me, and
the most graceful curves. She was wearing tight velvet pants that were the color of the ripest plum, a shiny black
tank top, and army boots.
She smiled as we approached her, apparently she recognized us too. We embraced, and I introduced her to Ash. They exchanged casual hello's and
smiles, then we headed to her dark blue truck. She popped in a Marilyn Manson CD, slid her hand in my hand, and we were on our way.
The concert wasn't until the next night, and it was getting late, so we found a cute little hotel called 'The Sleepy Inn'. After registering
we found our room and began unpacking our belongings. For some reason, our conversation turned to sexual fantasies, and as Ash was telling us
his, I was debating with myself whither I should voice mine or not. Emilee turned to me and said, "I can tell that you have a story
building behind those teeth, so lets hear it!" She smiled I replied by telling her and Ash that it was a bit extreme, and I was
worried that it would be offensive. Ash just looked at me and said, "Come on Jess..." So I began. "Ok, my fantasy involves the rape and torture of another female, do
you still want to hear it?"
"The more brutal, the better." She smirked
"Not much shocks me, so go ahead." ash replied
I continue...
"She would be shackled to a wall with her feet bolted to the floor. I'd make small incisions on her stomach, arms, and thighs with a strait edge
razor so that when the blood runs..." I hesitated. "Go on.." She says.
I sigh.
"I'd make the cuts so that I can smear the blood on my pussy and make her lick and suck it all off, threatening to slit her throat if she
didn't."
By the look on Emilee's face, I could tell that she was turned on, and Ash was amused. She fell to the floor and slid her hand down her pants
to her pussy.
"Do that to me, please! It sounds so wonderful, I beg of you..."
A sexy girl was pleading for me to bind her and make her bleed.. how could I refuse? I took a lace from one of her boots and tied her hands
behind her back since there was nothing in the little room to tie her to. I made her sit with her back and head against the wall. She did as I
commanded with eager pace.
"What should I do?" Ash asked.
"Just sit over there." Emilee said, pointing to the chair by the window.
"Did I give you permission to speak?" I growled at her. She bowed her head in shame.
"Ash, you can just watch for now, as for you Emilee... I'm going to find my razor and you have to earn your right to live."
I dug through my make up case and found the cold metal blade. I almost shaking with anticipation. Ash watched me walk over to the quivering
girl, and I smiled and winked at him.
"Emilee, spread your legs with your knees bent."
She did, and I got on my hands and knees, setting the razor on a nearby table. Her pussy smelled musky and sweet. I mumbled something about
being pleased that she was shaved, then I licked her in one long, light stroke from her wet hole to her pulsing clit. Quivering under the
assault of my tongue, she moaned. I teased her by putting one finger in just slightly as I licked and sucked softly. I stopped and sat back. The
poor girl was so horny that I could see her pussy throb as she wiggled
and opened her thighs as wide as she could.
"You want me to continue?" I asked her.
"Yes, please do.." she said in a helpless voice.
I got off my knees and stood in front of her. She looked up at me with those beautiful green eyes and I pushed her face into my smooth
shaved pussy as I grabbed a handful of her long ravenous hair.
"I want you to eat my pussy like it was your last supper, and if you do a good job, I'll let you live. If you do a really good job, I might
even let you cum, ok?" I told the girl at my feet.
She responded by probing my clit and sucking so hard that I thought I'd fall to my knees then and there. I put one hand on wall she was
leaning against, and with the other, I pulled her hair. A moan escaped my lips... savoring every caress of her sweet tongue. To my surprise, Ash came up to me from behind and slid his middle
fingers into my sopping wet hole as Emilee assaulted my clit. The combination of the two was to much, and with a few strokes of Ash's
fingers, I was hit with wave after wave of orgasm that swept through my body like an ocean. I could feel my juice
running down my legs as I ground my pussy into her face so hard that she began to squirm and
choke, but I didn't care that she needed to breathe. After a few minutes, I took a
shaky step back and me and ash looked at each other as Emilee slumped to the carpet. She was
unconscious. A wicked idea ran through my head and I grabbed ankles, dragging her out
onto the floor so she lay spread out. And I reached for my razor.
"Would you like to do the honors?" I asked Ash, handing him the blade. He pressed the blade to her delicate skin and looked up at me.
"Go ahead, make her bleed. It's what she wants." So he did. The razor's edge glided
along her skin, leaving it butter flied and bleed onto the tan carpet. It was so beautiful...
A few minutes later, Emilee woke up and discovered the numerous slices up and down her arms and breasts.
"You sick fucks!" She cried, in a scared little voice. "I didn't know you were for real! I though we were just messing around!" Crying, she
got up and headed for the door..
"Grab her!" Ash got up quickly and threw her to the floor. I got the phone from the little table and wrapped the cord around her neck as Ash
held her tight. The tighter I pulled, the redder her face got, and the more the veins
bulged in her neck.
When the struggle was over and her breathing stopped, Ash and I sat back and looked at
each other. He grinned. He didn't answer, but I could tell by the look on his face that it wasn't going to be nice. He
walked over to Emilee and started to undress her like a life size rag doll, her breasts jiggled as he tried to get her tight pants over her rounded
hips. The smell of urine hit my nose and it was making me sick. As Ash took off the rest of her clothes, I opened a window to let in some fresh
night air. I looked back to see Emilee laying there, limp and naked. Ash was between her legs taking off his belt.
"What do you think, can dead flesh be bruised?" He asked as he came down on her with such a blow that her whole body rocked on impact. Her
skin dented, but no bruise came of it. He set the belt on the floor and ran his fingers over her cold, pale cheeks, down to her arms, then to
her breasts, caressing every cut along the way.
"Jess, will you help me bathe her? She's covered in blood and she's messed herself."
"Sure, then what?" I asked "Oh I don't know, I'm sure we can come up with something.
We drug her into the bathroom and set her in the shower. The water ran hot into her open eyes, but she was beyond the point of caring. The
blood and urine washed away easily with the sweet lilac soap provided by the hotel, and soon she was being carried back to the king size bed. Ash sat beside her, holding her stiff hand in his.
"Well what are we going to do? We can't let a perfectly beautiful body left all alone." He asked. I knew what he was thinking.
"Have you thought about fucking that cold dead pussy? I'm sure she won't mind." I smirked.
"Should I?" I could see his dick swelling in his pants. I just nodded and he took off his slacks, freeing his rock hard cock. His fingers slid
up her cold, smooth thigh, and then to her pussy. He jerked away, shocked my the coolness of her folds. But his fingers were soon back,
and he slid one into her dead cunt.
"She's so cold." He said as he fucked her with fingers she'd never feel. His other hand found his throbbing dick and he began to stroke as
he positioned himself between Emilee's thighs. He slid into her cold stiff hole.
"Oh... god. She is soo tight..." He groaned, and his body convulsed making the young girls body quiver in response. As he stroked in and out
of her, his moaning and ragged breathing said that he was close. I was getting so hot watching my best friend pounding this dead
girl's pussy in a vile act of necrophilia, so I started shamelessly fingering my
pussy. When Ash finished, he looked over and watched me rubbing myself to the point of no return.
"Now would you like some warm pussy?" I asked shakily as I slid a finger deep inside my wet twat. He responded by walking over to me, hard
cock still in his hand. He kissed me soft. I spread my legs as wide as I could as me kissed my neck. His hand slid over my throbbing wet pussy
and I moaned.
"Fuck me!" I growled at him. He slid him massive prick into me easily and I clawed at his back. He pounded in over and over as Emilee's blind
stare never left us.
"Ooooh god!!" I yelled as I touched my clit. His dick was sliding in and out of me and we bucked wildly against
each other. The events of the day had lead up to a very intense orgasm. We groaned and his seed
spilled into me and my pussy convulsed around his cock. We both let out one last scream.. and fell in a sweaty,
exhausted, naked heap onto the carpet.
After we caught out breath, we walked over to the bed. Emilee looked so beautiful laying there. I kissed her soft cool lips and we rolled her
off the bed to the floor with a thud. Ash and I took a long cold shower, and climbed into bed. We had a long
day tomorrow and we were tired. This had been a wonderful night, but not for our dear Emilee...
Copyright by Jessica (2001).