He grunted as he came again, overflowing his latest pickup’s battered pussy. This had been a good day. He’d gotten the call for this pickup before the day’s heat had reached its full intensity. When he’d found her, some skinny slut who chose to wear flaking bodypaint instead of a top, she’d actually still been weakly alive despite the handful of bullet holes leaking blood all over the pavement.

She had grunted a few times as he dragged her into a shaded alleyway to play with her, but her lungs had been too full of blood for her to be able to form words. The disgust in her eyes when she looked at him couldn’t be mistaken, though. She’d even struggled a little as he tore apart her jeans. That had made him giggle.

Disgust had turned to shock when he’d first entered her. He could see it in her face. She’d been ready to die, but she hadn’t been ready for this. She didn’t cry, though, like most of them did. She’d tried to crawl away, for a while, but in her state she wouldn’t have been able to drag herself far even if he handn’t been holding her legs up while he fucked her.

In fact, after the second time he’d hosed his load down into her, she’d started pushing back against him. Not fighting—trying to fuck him back. When he’d stuck his gun in her pussy, just to scare her, she’d fucked that, too. The way her body was shivering, she wasn’t scared, or even mad—she was cumming.

It had been getting late by that point, and he still had to disassemble her and drive the parts around the desert and drop them off one at a time. So he’d pushed himself back into her and started pumping. She looked up at him while he fucked her, her oncoming orgasm flushing her face as it approached. When he could see in her eyes that she was about to cum again, he’d pointed the pistol at her face and laughed at the way her expression had flashed into sudden terror. Before she could protest, or beg, or cum, his big .50 caliber round had blown the back of her skull into mush.

He grunted, squeezing out the last slop of cum onto her asshole, and wondered if he had time to use her mouth a few times before he really had to get going.