I Can Go Get My Knife

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Narrator's POV:

The killer watched on in glee as they slid in and out of the dying victim. It hadn't been that long since the last blissful moment, not even a week to be exact. Yet every time the encounter came to mind it sent a new wave of pleasure racing through the very veins fueling the life pumping every beat of the heart inside the killer's body. Of course the killer knew this encounter was both under and over whelming compared to the time before.

It was underwhelming because there was no way this victim could ever set his entire being alight the way she had. In the same instant it was overwhelming because the act of killing was orgasmic in its own right.

Matt's POV:

My cum fills the condom just as she breathes her last breath. I thrust a few more times into her still warm body. Pulling my shrinking cock from the dead woman I rip the rubber off and stuff it into my pocket.

A noise catches my attention. I hurriedly throw my clothes back on to my form. I make my way to the mouth of the alley. Checking both right and left I make sure the coast is clear.

My eyes land on a hooded figure dressed in all black. I see that they're carrying a bag. Curiosity gets the better of me. I decide to follow the person.

They lead me down another alley. I make sure I'm light on my feet so I don't attract their attention. The person drops their bag to the ground a minute later a woman dressed in a form fitting short red dress comes out from the back door of a night club.

The person dressed in black approaches her. Something glints off the dim lights. I realize it's a knife behind the darkly dressed person's back.

The person I followed launches them self at the woman. A cry falls from the club goers lips as she tries to push her attacker off. The knife I saw earlier is brought up to the woman's throat. Frozen is the woman on the ground.

The attacker goes over to the bag. Reaching inside they pull something out. I stare at the object in their hands. Wait a minute that's a strap on. What the fuck?

The attacker takes a moment to get ready for what they have planned. Making their way back over to the woman on the ground the readied person tears the dress from her body leaving her naked to the night air. Tears stream down the nude woman's cheeks.

The woman opens her mouth to call for help. Without mercy the attacker slices into her throat and collects the blood the pours out from the wound in their hand. Running the hand along the rubber dick.

No warning is given before the attacker plunges the bloodied member entirely into their victim. Gurgling is the only sound that fills the space between them. The attacker keeps thrusting clearly enjoying this.

The vigorous thrusting knocks the hood off. It's in that moment I get the shock of my life. The attacker is a woman.

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