Jane Doe (my favorite) - Sex Stories

Jane Doe (my favorite)

... table at her back contrasted sharply with the now unwelcome warmth of his body on hers, centered by the heated stabs between her legs. Her body began to betray her, greedily craving the heat of his cock invading her femininity with a nearly epileptic intensity. Her last shred of dignity evaporated as he began pumping still harder, causing a familiar and unwanted tingle every time he banged against her clit. She tried to fight it, but it climbed, building quickly. She gave up, accepting the fact that Larry Mildew was going to make her come. If she could move, she'd be meeting him thrust for thrust, begging him to finish her. He grunted and sped up, still faster, harder, his balls slapping off her ass, adding another push toward the edge she now desperately wanted. Larry gave a series of high pitched whines, his hips jerking insanely. Suddenly he froze. She felt his cock jerking inside her, inside the condom. The extra heat of his squirting sperm pushed her over. Another silent scream came as her release blasted through her, pushing already ragged limits of what remained of her concept of self and sanity. She was dimly aware of his pulling out, the sudden loss of heat snapping her back to an even harsher reality. He rolled off, fixed himself, and moved her legs back onto the table. She sobbed mentally at the combined loss of his warmth and any humanity that had been left in her. She thought she'd sunk low before, but now felt it couldn't get any worse than this. His face ...

... appeared again, looking down with another sneer. He lifted a cell phone, dialed it, and began to speak. "Yeah, hey it's Larry down at the Morgue. I got one for you. Uh huh, female, early 30's. Nah, total Jane Doe. Uh huh. OK. Same deal as usual, right? $250 cash, I'll take care of the paperwork." He paused, barked a short laugh, and continued, "Yeah, damn shame how a body can get lost in the system ain't it?" He laughed again, "Alright, swing by when you can to pick her up, later is better." He hung up, turning his attention to her. "Well 'Jane' I better get you back into the cooler until your ride gets here." His next comment told her that things could indeed get worse. Worse than she could imagine. He leaned in close, his foul whisper burning her ear. "Ya know, I can't decide which I like more. The fact that I finally got to fuck you, or that I let you stay a 'Jane Doe', knowing full well who you are, and that all I had to do was tell the Detective." Her rising terror and silent screams exploded as he went on, "My only regret is that you'll never know. Never know that I fucked you and sold your dead ass to the Medical School like a hunk of meat where they'll cut you up, piece by piece, until you're all....gone." With some sharp jerks, she was quickly pulled onto the gurney, wheeled across the room, and placed back on the sliding drawer. Her vision narrowed as he pushed her body into the cooler, the well machined rollers making small vibrations until it clicked into place. The ...