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She smells funny, kind of like she owns a lot of dogs and lets them sleep on her clothing. Her red shirt clashes horribly with her short natural orange-red hair; and her feet are dirty in her cheap Wal*Mart flip-flops; and her ass fits tightly in her out of fashion jean shorts. Her skin is the pale milkiness often associated with her hair color and with her pug face and inch thick glasses she is really quite ugly. Stupidity and ignorance radiate from her and when she opens her mouth and thrusts forth her inadequate vocabulary, marred by her sloppy speech impediment she reminds me of the dogs she so cherishes. She chomps on her gum and in my mind we are secluded in the woods and I push her to her knees, my fingers imbedding themselves in the side of her throat, choking her till she's so frightened she darkens the inner thigh and front of her shorts sending rivulets shining down to her knees and into the forest floor. The warm pissy smell wafts up to me with the smell of her doggy clothes. She struggles and hollers some inarticulate sound while I press the tip of my boot up between her legs and rut it on her pissy crotch. I grab her shaggy hair and press her face into the crotch of my pants.

"Lick, bitch", and with a little persuasion she does as I press her face into me with one hand and dig in my back pocket with the other. When I find what I'm looking for I fist my hand in her orange hair and pull her face back far enough to pop the buttons of my jeans open and shove the front down. I push her face back into me but she has clamped her lips together and is attempting to shake her head. I dig my nails into her scalp and feel my fingers dampen. She gets the point. God, her tongue is sloppy and wet and, for such inexperience, truly amazing. I thrust my hips forward and pick up a rhythm while I wrap the cord in my hand around her neck and pump my crotch into her mouth with short sharp motions, one hand tangled in her hair the other slowly tightening the cord. Then she begins to struggle against the pressure at her throat, but she is pressed too hard against me to close her mouth and as her struggles become frantic my body is thrown into harsh spasms and my fists tighten so that the last of her life is drawn away as I explode in my own little death. I hold her to me a moment longer then pull her mouth away from my pussy, and dropping her, grab the freezer bag out of my backpack. I remove the wet wipes and clean her face and mouth.
I find myself back in the room where she had been sitting in front of me moments before. I grab my backpack and follow her out of the emptying room.