“Shut up, whore.” I scolded her. “This isn’t love making. This isn’t special.” I told her. “I have an itch to scratch and right now, you’re nothing more than a cockpocket for me to blow a load in.”
Melanie squealed in delight at learning of her sub-human purpose. Her body squirmed as her hungry, wet cunt became a seperate entity, taking control of her body and seeking my thick beast to consume. I scooped several generous amounts of her femininity, still mixed with my buried cum onto my hand before painting my cock with it, my own precum dripping onto the floor below as I did.
Once I was wet, I didn’t bother with much setup or positioning. I just pointed my tip in the general direction of her hole and thrust. Her cries of passion and pain drowned out the popping and slurping sound of my cock blowing up her tight tunnel, displacing the fluids flowing down it’s walls to quickly eject from between our flesh. I plunged her pipe vigorously in a race to breed my whore for the forth time that morning.
True to my word, that she was just a means to an end for me, I pumped my cum into her abused hole in a matter of minutes. Once the last few spasms subsided, I pulled out. There was a small pool of our combined juices smeared down her ass and gathering on the table. I took a moment and admired my handiwork before stepping back from the table.
“Clean it, cunt.” I commanded, standing there with my hands on my waist.
Eager to perform her duty, Melanie rolled forward into the collection of goo that spilled out of her, causing her to jump a little at how much and cold it was before hopping off the table. She squat down, careful to keep her flowing snatch from dripping into her pants or panties and commenced to sucking me clean.
“I could do this forever.” She moaned during her ministrations. “I love this babymaker almost as I love the man its attached to.” She winked.
“Stay.” I said, as I broke contact with my little hooverwhore to retrieve my journal for study while she performed her task. “Continue.”
“Thank you, David.” She said, as she finished scrubbing the last part of my groin with her tongue.
“You’re not done, slut.” I said, pointing to the spillage on the table and gathering mess on floor from her own pussy as she cleaned me. “Go get a bowl so you can at least have a snack after your hard work.” I grinned wickedly.
“As you wish.” She smiled back, pulling up her pants enough to work her legs, but her gait even more jacked up as it was clear she was extremely sore from the recent use.
As Melanie went to grab a bowl to collect her ‘treat’, I pulled my pants back up and returned to the table to continue trying to work out a budget. She returned, holding the bowl between her legs to catch our fluids as she ‘cleaned’ the table and floor. When she had finished, she knelt down next to me.
“I’m done, David.” She said. “May I have my snack now, please?” She asked, coyly.
I turned my head to glance over the area. “Yes, but I don’t think I need to tell my bitch how to eat from her bowl, do I?”
“Oh, no, David.” She said. “This bitch knows exactly how you want her to eat. Thank you, David.” She added before placing the bowl on the floor, at my feet, and lowered her head to earn her reward.
“Well done, slut.” I praised and went back to my calculations as she moaned her gratitude, her pants still pulled down.
No matter how many corners I tried to cut, there was just no way the earnings from the measly teen job I had could cover both of us for very long, despite the fact I had been saving for the past two years in anticipation of Robert pulling this kind of stunt. Perhaps if we found a shitty apartment here in the city I might be able to make it work until I found a better job, but we couldn’t stay here. Although what we were planning to do wasn’t illegal, Robert would be unlikely to just let it go. He was an activist lawyer. It was his job to fuck over people he didn’t like and I was stealing his wife from him. No, we had to get far from this place, this state. We needed to disappear and hope he never found us, at least until he got over it, but knowing Robert, he’d never get over it.
I wasn’t afraid of Robert physically. Hell, if that’s all it took, I’d run down to his office this moment and give him some wall-to-wall counselling. No, I feared his connections and his ability to destroy lives with flick of a pen. He could ruin our names, make it impossible to find decent work, loans, services. We’d be defenseless against him and I didn’t like being defenseless, but without money of my own, I wouldn’t be able to fight back. No, now was the time to run, to hide and hopefully buy enough time to figure out a way to keep him away forever. Then it hit me, my name.
When I was given up to the state, I only had the name David, my middle and surnames having been withheld. Right now, I was David Henson, but that was only because of my fosters. I had seven foster homes over the years, eight if you count the Henson’s and my name changed with each one. Furthermore, my records were sealed each time I changed parents, meaning if I could discover who my birth parents were, I could legally take their name. Robert would really have his work cut out for him to dig back through my history, getting all my files unsealed, just to discover who my birth parents were, that is if he even figures this all out. He’s smart, but like I’ve said before, I am too, but I like to make people believe I’m an idiot and Robert is one of those I’ve fooled. Surely he wouldn’t think me capable of planning this, let alone, executing it successfully.
Melanie had finished her ‘treat’ and joined me on my lap as I discussed the plan with her. Sure, she was my wanton, submissive, whore, but she was smart, very smart and I valued her far more for her intellect than her willing depravity. I ran the plan by her and she agreed it was a good idea. She also convinced me that we needed her money if we were to make this work, citing that, like her body, everything about her belonged to me. Over the coming months, she would be very patient as I learned to accept her meaning. She was mine, mind, body and soul and had surrendered to me completely. Mine was to take, her’s was to give, but she knew it would take time for me to come to terms with that. God, I loved that woman.
Her car was in Robert’s name, but mine wasn’t. It was one of the few things that I alone owned. It was a piece of shit, but it ran and we could get away in it. Melanie had quite a few more suitcases than me to fit her clothing and other personal items, but we were able to get them all into the car pretty easily. There wasn’t much she wanted from her home, not even her memories from her childhood. She told me that a new life for her began today and today marked the end of her old life. Family, friends, people and things she knew before were effectively wiped from existence as I was her new existence. I and a possible baby being conceived in her womb at that moment. Did I think she was insane for going through this with me? Yes, but did I make any attempt to stop her? No. I had found my soulmate and I would walk with her through the flames of Hell before I’d give her up.