Thread: Mercury Milk

She stared at the silver scalpels and pliers, all sullied and laid out before looking at the wreck of a corpse again. Drowned in her own cum. Great. She almost laughed at the mess this girl's death had made just because her father was someone important. Drowned by cum wasn't exactly going to look good on the news. Let me know what you get the tox screen back. She said rather than answered. Maybe she was drugged and not just demented with a death wish. And get the DNA samples over to forensics so they can see if this guy is in the system yet. That would be fortunate. Her phone vibrated in her pocket and she tugged it free, thumb tapping the screen to light it up and open a message. She could almost feel her own features sinking into a scowl. Turns out this was the girl's twisted fantasy. She replied quickly, telling Ian to get back to her if he finds any leads. Suddenly she found herself remembering that messed up incident in Russia with the cannibal and the man that wanted to be eaten. The chances of two people with such compatible perversions living in proximity to each other had been mind blowing. Sadly, it wasn't so hard to imagine that there were plenty of guys in the city who wouldn't mind drowning a girl in their cum if she said she wanted it. With a vague sort of wave and a muttered later she was heading back out of the morgue. It was already late and tomorrow the press would want answers. Luckily she wasn't the one that would have to give them. Allyard wasn't going to like this. She smirked a little at that thought and quickly sent along the information. The streets were dark. Someone who knew just how awful this city was should be afraid. Her car was where she left it, waiting to take her home after a long and shitty day. Tomorrow would be worse, she knew. Her apartment was lit up with she flicked the swtich, door swinging to a heavy shut behind her. She shed her jacket on the way to the livingroom, sinking onto her couch with a sigh. Her head dropped back against the cushions. Every time she closed her eyes she seemed to see that girl's body, cunt gaping even in death after the damage done to it. Drowned in her own cum. How much cum would that take? Her hand was at her breast, touching the skin just above her collar thoughtfully. How had she not choked or gagged? Maybe they had been lovers for a while and this wasn't just a clash of strangers. Maybe she had been used to having a cock that big stuffed down her throat. Ange's other hand slid over her hip and waist, tugging open the front of her jeans. Had her cunt been used to that size? Could a cunt ever be used to it? Just how much cum was it? Should she have asked? Could she have asked without giving her own little perversion away? Her hand slid into the space between her panties and flesh, fingers sliding easily between the lips of her own sex. She moaned softly, eyes still closed and head turned slightly to the side on the cushions of the couch. She had known she was wet, a little turned on ever since she saw the size of the hole in that body and the white fluid leaking out, but she hadn't realized just how horny she was until her fingers slid along the nub of her clit. She rubbed at it in a slow teasing rhythm. Her cunt ached, actually throbbed, for want of something to fill it, stretch it. She mewled softly at the thought of being filling with so much cum that it spurted out of her, or having that sticky white heat pumped into her mouth, so much that she couldn't swallow it, so much that she'd have to cough it up and let it drip down her chin. Her other hand had pulled down her shirt enough to have fingers pinching and rubbing her raspberry pink nipple. Her hips rocked against her hand now, the rhythm growing faster, more needy until her body craned upward with a groan, ass lifting from the couch as she twitched and shuddered in her orgasm.