Morbid

Shemika 

The limo slid open with a gentle clink and Cruz stepped out like a gentleman in a suit. He adjusted his collar like some newly appointed king, holding his cuffs as if he really was grieving his late wife.

 I followed suit, stepping out of the car, legs still trembling but of course I masked it all up, pretending to be greatly affected by my sister's death. But, I did feel her death.

People began to approach me one after the other, hugging, whispering and shaking hands with me in grievance. Their sad eyes bore into mine as I began to cry while they showed their condolences.

I kept wiping away the tears from my eyes as I repeatedly whispered, “Thank you,” to everyone who came to me and said one or two prayers or soothing words.

While all of these were happening, my skin still radiated where Cruz had touched me.

Cruz stood at the other end of the funeral home, greeting and welcoming guests, his eyes were wetty as well, as if he would cry any time soon.

I stole a sharp glance at him, and whispered a quick curse upon him. How could he be so demonic? Chasing after his wife's sister just for pussy.

He was acting so affected by Maya's death that nobody could ever believe that he used the same finger that bears his wedding ring to finger me just a few moments ago.

Who am I to judge him?

I'm just as sinful as he's.

Whenever a guest greets him, he'll use his handkerchief to clean tears away from his eyes. But deep down, I know he wasn't crying, it's all part of the drama.

For some reasons, I felt disgusted by his pretence. At least I can swear that the tears coming from my eyes were real but I bet Cruz is only acting so people won't see the real him.

The more I think about what happened in the limo, the more I feel ashamed of myself.

I couldn't bear his sight anymore, so I excused myself and rushed to the bathroom. I slammed the door shut behind me and stood in front of the mirror, but I couldn't look at my reflection in the mirror, I was ashamed of what stared back at me.

My eyes carried nothing but guilt, guilt from what I did with Cruz in the car. I turned on the tap and splashed some water on my face as if it could cleanse my sins. But before I could get my thoughts straight, the door suddenly flung open, I jolted as I stepped back, “What the fuck!” I screamed as I stared at Cruz standing just a few feet away from me in the bathroom, his hand gently pushing the door closed behind him.

“What the hell! You're in the ladies room!” I yelled at him, but Cruz didn't seem to care. My eyes darted towards his pants, and I could see his dick bulging out erect.

“I've been thinking about you!” He whispered as he began to unzip his trouser.

“What the fuck are you…” I tried to yell at him again but he suddenly used his hand to cover my mouth.

His other hand slowly slid under my dress again, this time around he was faster, and his moves were with urgency as if he'll die if he doesn't fuck me instantly.

I tried to stop Cruz but he began to whisper one of his dirty lines into my ears, and I instantly melted away under his grip.

“Shhh…you want this Shemika. Don't lie to me, I know you want this dick as much as I want the pussy!” Cruz whispered into my mouth as he began to hover around my face. He wasn't kissing me, he was mostly just feeling the softness of my face.

My breath became hitched as he pulled me by my waist and flipped me over, so I grabbed the sink tightly, trying to stay upright. Cruz unzipped and I didn't find a need to stop him.

This was when I realized I'm the Lucifer here.

His hardened dick, grazed the back of my thigh and I already felt my pussy dripping.

“You didn't stop me, Shemika. Because you want this too.” Cruz whispered as he bent over me and pulled me by my hair, then without warning he rammed into me and I let out a loud moan.

“FUCK!” Cruz cried as he grabbed my waist even tighter, thrusting into me with every ounce of his energy as if he had a beef against me so he wants to injure me with his dick.

The sink couldn't steady my vibration anymore so I placed one of my hands on the bathroom stall and the other on the wall, and Cruz spanked me on my butt and I moaned silently.

Every of his thrust was brutal and possessive.

Fuck, why is he treating me this way?

Does he want to kill me?

I guess this is why his wife was never able to carry a child, because of his intense fucking.

My legs began to tremble and my back aches from bending over for too long.

My hair scattered all over my face, sticking to my sweaty face. I tried not to moan, but fuck, he's massive and I could feel him in my stomach.

“Say my name!” Cruz groaned as he thrust out of my pussy, but the moment I whispered his name, he thrust back in with ultimate urgency and I felt like he just tore me apart.

“Cr…Cr…Cruz…” I cried as I shook under his dominance.

My ass kept on shaking as he rammed into me continuously, biting at the lower part of his lips.

His fingers slid into my pussy just while he still had his dick in me, this act made me reach climax even before I was ready for it.

“I'm…I'm cumming…please don't stop…please…” I cried as I let out a relieving moan, cumming all over his dick.

“Good girl,” he spanked my ass and it shook with tendency as he smooched it into his hand like bread.

I hated myself for this.

My body shook one last time, as I dropped my head in disbelief of what just happened.

This is wrong, but I couldn't stop.

Cruz zipped up his trouser, but before I could straighten up and bring my gown down, he thrust his finger into me and brought it out almost immediately, then he licked my cum and whispered into my ear, “We ain't done yet, Shemika.” He smirked and walked out.

I leaned against the sink, shaking from the constant thrust but mostly from feelings of fear and betrayal. 

I've betrayed Maya. I really have.

I lifted my head up only to see my ruined reflection. My mascara was scattered all over my face, my hair stuck to the edges of my face and I was looking just like the monster that I was.

I straightened up and my gown fell back in place. I slid my hand in-between my legs, only to realize how sticky my thighs were, due to the cum.

I rolled out the tissue and cleaned away the cum dripping all over my legs. I fixed my hair and wiped away the mascara on my face and walked out like nothing happened, faking composure again.

The funeral soon came to an abrupt end and I waited behind to see all the guests out.

When they finally were all gone, the funeral-home attendant held my hand, and whispered some silent prayers to me, then she said I could go home now.

I reached home, exhausted and terrified.

I began to miss Maya. Her absence can't be ignored.

I stepped into the bathroom and had a quick shower, but upon stepping back into my room, I froze at the sight of Cruz on my bed.

He was laying naked on the bed, hard and waiting, his erection already up. I was shocked and scared at the same time.

Why wouldn't he give me a break?

Fuck, we just buried his wife today, and he's already willing to release about seven times before the day breaks.

“Get out!” I snapped but my eyes were still on his length, swallowing hard as I found it hard to focus.

I stepped forward and tried to drag him off the bed but he immediately yanked the towel off my body and he grabbed my hips and pulled me on top of him.

My irritation melted into want, and obsession. 

I didn't know how, but somehow, I conditioned my pussy and without much movement, it rammed into me and I began to ride him.

His hands were pressed against my waist as I bounced continuously on his balls and my breast kept flipping on my chest, and Cruz stared at it.

I began to ride him even faster and harder, bouncing continuously on him, as I squeezed his length inside of me.

Lost in lust, I kept riding him and I hissed and moaned as his dick grew bigger inside of me.

My hand slowly slid towards his throat, as I pressed onto his neck, choking him sexually.

Cruz didn't seem to enjoy the whole choking idea so he struggled, while he began to tap on the bed, slapping hard on the bed for me to stop. But my eyes were closed as I kept riding him while choking him.

I thought most men love it when they choke them during sex, so I just thought of trying something new.

Cruz kept struggling, but I was long lost, chasing orgasm.

Then his body suddenly went still the moment I cum all over him.

“Fuck, Cruz…” I moaned as I slowly opened my eyes, but Cruz wasn't saying anything. His eyes were widely open like a slaughtered ram.

I tapped him hard on his chest, but his body was cold already.

“Cruz?” I cried but he wasn't moving.

This was when the horror sets in, the realization settled upon me like hell.

Cruz is dead!

I killed Cruz.

My hands began to tremble. I immediately grabbed his wrist and checked for a pulse, but there was none.

“What the fuck have I done?” I cried.

I buried my face in my palm as I sat on the floor, but then I began to hear a spilling sound.

I lifted my head up sharply just to realize Cruz was releasing.

“Fuck,” I mumbled as I bounced on his cold, stiff body.

I blinked sharply at his hard cock, I can't believe his cock was still erect.

Fuck, dead people has the hardest dick, I must say.

“Did I just make a corpse cum?” I murmured as I rammed his dick into my pussy and rode him a few more times before I jumped off him and picked up my dress and hurriedly put it on.

I ran out of the house and into the street. I forgot I wasn't even wearing my slippers, but I still kept running. 

I needed to run as far, and fast as I could.

The police will be looking for me, I know.

My legs were becoming weak, it couldn't carry me anymore so I dizzily staggered onto the highway as I ran blindly into traffic.

A car was speeding towards me, I couldn't see much, due to the blinding flash light from the approaching car.

I didn't know how it happened, but I found myself knocked down by the truck and I began to bleed, my eyes gently closing up.

The last thing I heard was the loud hunks that filled the air before the accident, then tires screeching.