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make him scream with
pleasure.
    I reached under my belly and grasped his
balls, rubbing them against my dripping lips. I thought I could
survive the tender feelings surrounding my clit as I rubbed and
thereby give him an unselfish orgasm, but my clit, swollen and
sensitive from the earlier play, wouldn’t have it.
    Without warning, I was ripped from pussy to
spine by rushes of pleasure and waves of infinite lust. I pushed
his balls harder against my clit until I could feel the pressure
deep inside of me. And the wave of delight broke over my back.
    That bastard is at it again, I thought
as he continued to press his cock on my g-spot, rubbing the inside
of my wet sheath. Hard, raspy gasps were not enough for me to catch
my breath before the second round of waves rolled over me. The
black spots before my eyes blocked the view of the weeds growing
between the cracks of the concrete making my plan to concentrate on
something besides this guy’s handiwork impossible.
    “Shit!” The muscles contorted under the
strain of my next orgasm. Leg spasms, debilitating beyond belief,
rumbled through my calves before I was overcome with the last wave
of pleasure.
    Sweating profusely, I collapsed on the
elevated slab, exhausted from the ordeal. I felt him rubbing his
dick between my ass cheeks, stroking the rod back and forth as he
huffed and cursed his way through ejaculations that left my back
covered with semen. Running my hand around, I dipped my finger into
his pool and tasted his seed.
    I knew nothing else on earth would be like
this. I knew I found my true joy in life at the edge of a bridge,
by the river, in the arms of a man whose name I didn’t know.
    Leaving it all behind, I walked hand in hand
with my deliverer, a bum naked from the waist down. My life was
completed in my final hours. I truly found happiness, lost to me at
birth. Nothing in the world of harsh realities became so clear as
to why I had to die at that moment. It was my first master’s will
to end my life in the midst of this lonely place. For my new
master, it was his will that I die in the midst of this world his
slave, but the world he holds me in is full of pleasure, my
pleasure.
    For in my last moments, I found the meaning
of it all. First there is life, then sex, and finally the last walk
across the bridge to death. There is no more.
    For a brief second, I felt a pain, the sharp
contrast from life on earth to the freed fulfillment of the lasting
years without my master. The cold metal must have burned as I
plunged the knife in his chest one last time. I loved him. I
couldn’t let him suffer, anymore. I chose to live without him
rather than let him finish life without his slave. I am his
greatest love.

 
     
     
    About the Author
     
     
    Allistar Parker lives in Virginia with his
wife and one son. His interests include hunting, fishing and most
outdoor events. He has a love of the humorous side of life. Often
you can find him sitting in the woods, laughing at the most inane
things.
     
     
    Author’s Note
     
     
    If you like this story, try one of my
previous offerings, The Preacher’s Wife , a story about a
woman’s her struggle to save her marriage and rid her family of a
most evil demon, all with the help of a kindly fallen angel. Or
perhaps a book filled with stories about regular-sized women in Hot Comfortable Women .