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Zombie Whore

[font=Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande]A dark street lights up at the corner where common practices are common sins punishable by a longing for death.
She waits calmly propped up by the lamp post; jacket slightly open showing her pale legs wrapped in shredded bits of Black and Red fabric; a tattered mess of long dark hair hangs around her darkened face.
A car swings around the corner lights off, then on, then off again all in one motion.
Beckoning her from her soft lit corner on the side walk; the car completely closed up except for a one inch slit at the top of the window, and the wide open moon roof.
In one swoop she leaps straight into the air and slides quietly in through the top of the car; to a straddling position over a dark mans lap.
The street light go’s out as the car drives off.
A sinister look flashes upon his shadowed face an evil sneer lifts a sly smile that spreads across his jaw ear to ear jagged and sharp.
Light reflects off his razor teeth just as he sinks them into her breasts.
Letting out a moaning squeal of excitement her head falls back spraying a thin line of half clotted blood across the back window seeming to bring the man into sheer raw lustful passion.
He trusts his rotting engorged dick deep between her cold pale legs ripping though the tattered remains, sinking into her, lapping at the blood oozing from her throat.
The smell of stale dead cunt juice begins to over flow the car.
She sinks her long over grown nails into his back pulling them down the length of his spine, sending him deeper into her.
His fierce bucking throws her back pressing her into the back of the front seat.
Swills of screams fill the moist air, flowing out into the night.
The mans dick shoved so far up into her ruptures her liquefied uterus spraying his slime into her body cavity coating her insides.
Squirming and bucking slower and slower until at a complete stop the car pulls around the corner lights off.
The door opens slowly she steps out closing her jacket the street light turns on, she walks casually back licking her lips, scraping dead skin from under her nails. Back to her perch she goes waiting for her next customer.
Written by libbythelibrarian
Published | Edited 27th Jun 2012
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