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“I understand, yes! That’s what I’m talking about!” Astrid cries out with desire. “Fuck me up, Atlas.”
“I plan to, but first… stay.” I point down at her, tearing open the shirt from my body, the buttons scattering across the cold tiled floor, and she doesn’t take her eyes off of me for a single second. The situation that she is about to find herself in is… sad really, because what I’m about to do to her is unlike anything she thinks is about to happen. Astrid’s mouth may have felt good around my cock, but it’s nothing compared to Shelly’s.
I place my arms under her armpits and lift her to stand, pulling her close to my body and giving her a devouring kiss. Carval, forceful, what I know she wants. As she concentrates on the kiss I don’t want to give her but have to, she doesn’t realise my eyes are open or that I’m leading her into a position she will never get out of.
That’s why my cock is rock hard.
That’s why I’m filled with lust.
Because I’m finally going to get the woman I always dreamed of. Sure, she might have come later in my life but that doesn’t matter, and it never will.
When her back hits the steel table, she yelps on a giggle. “Fuck, that’s cold.”
I rub my hands over her breasts, squeezing them tightly. “Turn around and bend over. You’re going to fucking love this.” Turning her around, she doesn’t even pay attention to her surroundings or what she’s even bending over onto… they never do. It’s always the same thing and every time I always find humour in the fact. Caging her body against the T-Shaped steel table, I bring my lips to her mouth. “Don’t move.”
I lift the hem of her red velvet dress and expose her peachy little ass, tearing the white thong from her lower body and exposing her already dripping cunt. It’s nothing like Shelly’s, but it will do. I can’t let her know what I’m doing in here–she wouldn’t be happy that I was doing this without her, but… it’s our anniversary, and I wanted to surprise her. Give her something I know she has wanted for such a long time. I had to wait for the perfect find and low and behold… Astrid crossed my computer screen.
“Stretch out both your arms,” I demand, my tone controlling and dominant, and Astrid follows those orders perfectly, which makes me think, it’s a shame this has to happen. I think she would’ve been a good wife to someone one day.
There are three thick rubber restraints attached to the underside of the table. Taking her left arm, I secure her bicep, then wrap the next one just below her elbow. The final one sits just above the joint on her wrist, and when I’m finished there, I do the exact same thing with her right arm. Making sure to fasten that a one a little tighter than the other.
“Ouch!” she exclaims, “that’s a little tight… calm down there, big guy.” She giggles.
“Do you realise how beautiful you look right now?”
Astrid turns her head to the right, her cheek resting on the cold metal, and she smiles. Her eyes follow me the best they can as I walk behind her, kicking her feet wider and watching her push her ass out a little further for me.
“Please, Atlas,” she pleads breathlessly, “fuck me.”
Lining my cock up with her entrance, I run the crown and shaft through her dripping wet pussy, coating my cock in her juices before I finally give her what she wants and slam the entire length of myself inside her. Her reaction is less of a scream of pain and more a shriek of desire, as though she’s been waiting for longer than the few hours we have known each other.
I don’t want her like this, but what I’m going to take from her needs to be done in a moment of pure sexual hunger because otherwise, it won’t mean anything. She is a gift I never expected to find. I’d been waiting weeks for the perfect girl, and here she is, tied up on the slab like the piece of meat she is. They mean nothing to me anymore. What I wanted, I couldn’t have. What I dreamed of didn’t exist. So, instead of waiting any longer, I decided to make it.
“You feel so good inside me,” Astrid mewls as I move my cock in and out of her tight cunt.
The warmth of her body is nothing new to me and not at all what I’m thinking about this moment. The thoughts that run through my head are filled with Shelly and how she will react when she opens her gift. I thrust faster, gripping her hips and pulling her into me with every sickening thrust I give her.
Beads of sweat begin to form on my brow from the hard work that I am putting in just to stayhard, because in all honesty, this feels like nothing more than my punishment. The end result, though, is my atonement for my current and previous behaviour.
“Look at you, such a desperate little cock whore aren’t you, Astrid.”
“Yes!” The word bounces off the morgue walls. “Oh my fucking God, yes, I am! Please don’t stop.”
Lifting my hand from her waist, I spank her so hard that the imprint of my palm reddens instantly on her alabaster skin. She doesn’t even have the skin tone I need, but once I saw her hand and her hair, everything else fell away, and none of that mattered anymore.
I pile drive into her with unwanted ferocity, giving her exactly what she has been begging for this whole time. They usually come a lot quicker than this, but… as my mother always said,“All good things come to those who wait.”And if it means I can finally give the love of my life what she wants… I’d wait as long as it took.
This needs to go faster, I need her release before I can get my own. “You’re going to come for me, you fucking slut!” I spank her even harder before relocating my hands to her shoulders. Thrusting in and out of her so recklessly I could slip a fucking disk. I’m old, and I don’t need this kind of hard work. At least when I fuck Shelly, she gives me the pleasure of coming inside her sweet core, legs so wide I can watch the cum drip from her hole.
“Yes! Oh my God… right there!” Astrid cries out so loud. I’m glad this building is far away from anyone living or still working nearby. “Just like that! I’m… I’m so close!”
A manic smile spreads across my face, and I reach over to the medical tray, wrapping my fingers around the wooden handle and raising it above my head. With my free hand I grip her thick auburn hair into my hand and draw her head back.
“Come for me, bitch,” I demand of her through gritted teeth. “Come all over this fucking cock!” My desperation bleeding through every pore of my sweat covered skin.
Astrid pants furiously, and her walls begin to tighten around me. Her screams mirror that of a woman about to reach ecstasyat any given moment. And that moment… is now. She comes so hard that her pussy forces my cock from her hole, her release splattering on the white tiles below and as always, I thank God above for this moment.
Angling the meat cleaver high above my head, I grip her forearm to steady her shaking body and slice through the air. The stainless steel carves through her wrist bone in one swift action, severing her hand from the wrist with a flawless finish.
