Zombie Prostitute Lyrics Novels & Stories

Who knows next time? The woman giggled softly. "Be careful, handsome young man, a whore doesn't always have the privilege of being alive the next day to make plans. I may die wanting to sit on your glorious cock and end up coming back to haunt you.” I didn't laugh, I didn't think she was really joking. However, I kept a friendly expression. Prostitutes were already going through too much shit to receive less than a friendly smile. I was also in a shitty situation, so the least I could do was be nice.

Her heart drummed so wildly that she could hear it pounding in her ears. "Look at me," He demanded as his sinful lips stole a kiss on her jaw. She was dirty with all the dirt on her. But still, she looked pretty to him. Maybe he was attracted to her. Hooriya was full-on crying as she didn't turn to look at him. In those obsidian eyes, she saw her doom. "M...mujhe maar den..." (Kill me,) She whimpered in a small voice that was barely audible. "Don't act so virtuous. A prostitute from a brothel acting up so dainty, do you think I'm f*cking stupid?" He growled in annoyance because the more he read her the more she appeared innocent.

Ryan declares as he thrusts hard into me, causing me to moan. I can’t believe how much he has me moaning like his damn whore. I guess at this rate, I am his personal whore because I’m certainly not his girlfriend. Ryan is the zombie king of the northeast. I’m not his queen, but kings are known for having mistresses. I have to wonder if Ryan has zombie queen, and if so, what does that make me? I hate that I’m thinking about this while Ryan and I are having sex, but I can’t help it.

I don’t have anything, my baby is all I have got… I got up from my bed and again stared at the stars as if they can give me some solution to my problems. I wish they could talk, then I would have never been alone… I just want to hug someone and cry my heart out. Just tell them I am tired, tired of keeping so many secrets, tired of sacrificing, tired of being called a prostitute, tired of being all alone… I hope one day I will be more than just a prostitute, more than some helpless girl just trying to survive… ****** I woke with a knock on my door and the pain from my body made me realize that I slept on the floor last night.

“I fucked your period out of you, you broken little xenophobic bitch. You love foreign dick, don’t you.” Zinhle looked up at him with glassy, utterly shattered eyes, tears streaming down her face as blood and cum ran down her thighs in messy rivers. “Yes…” she whispered brokenly. “I’m yours.” Outside, Johannesburg continued its restless night. Inside the penthouse, a fiery activist had been completely, brutally broken.

As he caressed my breasts, he swore again, "You will be mine, whore. That orphan doesn't deserve you!" I tried talking, but the sound became muffled again. He continued, "I have watched you since the day you became a prostitute here, and I've wanted to make you mine, Satani. That bastard keeps restricting me, and now that I've got you, I'll never let you go!!!"

"There's nothing gentle about me. If you say yes, I'll fuck you until you're sore, until you can't remember why you started crying. You consenting to that?" My heart leaped, a frantic jolt that wasn't all fear. Something in his words stirred heat low in my belly, and it settled at the meeting of my thighs. Words failed me; I nodded against his palm. His fingers moved then tangled in my hair, yanking just hard enough to tilt my head back, exposing my throat. "Tonight, you're my prostitute. Doesn't matter who else you've spread for, you're mine now. All of you." A shiver raced through me, my body reacting to a rhythm I hadn't felt in years.

A throbbing pain radiated through my nerves as various distorted faces magnified before me: "Just as I thought, it's you, the shameless homewrecker Samantha Jewel!" "How dare you, this brazen slut, show your face again!" "Dressed like a tramp, for sure, you're out trying to snatch another man!" "You cuckolded our perfect Mr. Long! I swear I'll beat you to death!" "Scram already, prostitute! Your very existence pollutes the air; why don't you drop dead!"

But the sense of injustice wouldn't let me stay quiet anymore. "If you think I'm just a prostitute, then there's no reason to offer a prostitute food and eat with her,I said harshly, shoving his hand away. "Enjoy your meal,"turning around and leaving the room. I climbed the stairs to my room, crawled into bed, and cried. I couldn't stop crying, because my heart was hurting so badly. I cried until my eyes grew heavy and I eventually fell asleep.

I walked toward my usual spot - the counter spot. "The usual." i said to the bartender, who nodded and i sat there as I looked around. A naked brunette bitch was dancing at the center of the room around a pole, while rocking some useless fools whose prick itches every time. There are another set of prostitutes sucking on some old brute's prick in the name of blowjob. So low.