Gun Slut -- starring Dead Thai Slut Amy

I like it if my master has a gun… to tease me with, a long-barrel .38, used as a dildo in me… in and out, each time he cocks the hammer, it vibrates to the tip…

“Oh my!”

And when he pulls the trigger the hammer comes down on an empty chamber, an even deeper throb.

She gets very wet.

It moves easily as lubrication grows, slides in and out, twists to explore the resiliency of her cavity … the trigger guard bumps against her clitoris, lets her know it’s all the way in … the hammer drops on an empty chamber, a resonant collision against her cervix …

His middle finger reaches past the trigger guard and presses her clitoris against flat solidity, then releases … the barrel pistons in and out … the fore-sight nubbin above the muzzle stimulates her G-spot… she gushes and her hips hammer against the receiver, trying to take the muzzle opening deeper…

He watchs her face coldly, stirs her like the gun is a porridge ladle…

She orgasms hard! Her juices gush out over the gun!
Her hips speed up as her breath gets ragged and her spine undulates. He twists the barrel wickedly and gives her a hard, deep kiss as she cums. Then he pulls it out, shoves his cock in her, slams her down on the bed, and fucks her.

She flops and moans, limbs outflung.

“M-master, please! The gun hasn't shot its load yet!”

He strokes to his plateau, pulls out his cock and re-inserts the gun, teasing her with it…

“D-do you think the gun wants to cum?”

…but now the hammer’s poised over a fullchamber…

"Yes. Are you ready?"

“Only if this is what you want for me!”

"Yes. Now" he strokes her cheek and hair "Open to me."

She spreads her legs wide, her tight cunt winks open around the steel rod: “I just hope... I don't live too long if you do shoot me.”

They gaze in each other's eyes as he slowly works the long barrel in and out for the last times, stroking and tugging her clitoris as he does. "The bullet will strike the bottom of your heart, barely leaving you a minute of consciousness, and if you’re cumming then, it won’t even hurt"

“Y-you could put more bullets in and keep on shooting,” She pant as he pinches her sensitive clit.
He nods in approval, but you must cum fully, with complete abandon…" in and out. She squirms. “Shall I load it then?"

“Please Master, while it's in me!” She keeps her back straight so the bullet won't leave her body, panting softly…

He withdraws far enough to flip out the cylinder but still keeps moving the muzzle shallowly in the vestibule of her vaginal canal while he loads five more rounds.

She touches herself to help move things along: “A-almost there, Master!”

Once it’s loaded and the cylinder back in place, he inserts it fully and, meeting no resistance, pumps it in and out hard and fast, looks intently at her, timing her release…

She closes her eyes and spasms, biting her lip as she holds back the cry of her orgasm!

He waits... "Good girl! Cum for me! Cum for the gun!”

Her cunt grips the barrel and her juices gush again as she loses herself to her lust!

Her eyes open wide. He stroke one’s gleaming surfaces with te pad of his thumb and pulls the trigger |BAM!|

She jerks as the bullet rips up through her, stopping right beside her heart! She recoils and undulate, and after her first surge dies down he pulls twice more in rapid succession |BAMBAM!| Her abdomen distorts outward, toy of explosive gas pressure and fluid dynamics…

She jerks more weakly as the bullets pass through the hole already made and one rips straight into her heart. He pumps the gun in a pistoning frenzy, twists it wildly and pulls off a round that tears out next to her hipbone in a spray of gore, then straightens the barrel and fires the last two rounds straight up the wounds of the two that went true before. |THUD! THUD!| the reports echo wetly, hollowly suppressed deep in her ruined body.

She flops limply, dead, as the last round drills up her neck and lodges in her brain. Piss squirts from her. The hot gun steams in the fluid release of her bladder.

He grabs her shoulders, pulls her to a sitting postion at the foot of the bed and kneels facing her so he can watch her eyes.

Her lids flutter palely, as if in postmortem confusion, and then she sighs. Her eyes are dead, staring at nothing now.

Amy is gone, but still beautiful in the abandoned aftermath of her orgasm, wherever she’s not a bloody mess of traumatized slut meat.