It was a frigid day in the small town. My stupid car had let me down again and I was walking to the strip joint where I worked. I should’ve known better. The blizzard rolled in quickly and I felt my toes grow numb. My breath came in jagged gasps and I knew hypothermia was setting in. I was a mile from work when I collapsed onto the shoulder.
I awoke in pain to find a naked body pressed against mine. He was a furry thing and his body heat felt good. “Glad you’re back.” he rumbled. “Froze that ass off. Good thing I came along.” I felt weird and realized that I had nothing on. I slid my hand under the covers, bumping into a rock-hard cock. My thighs were bruised. I touched lower. OMG, was that cum oozing out of my pussy? And my asshole burned too. What had this beast done to me? I heard him chuckle. “Guess you noticed. You were like stone cold when I found you. Thought you were dead so decided to have a little fun. Guess I loaded you up with some potent jizz, didn’t I? Brought you right back when I dumped a load or two into that sweet carcass.”
He was proud of himself and it was freaking me the fuck out. He was some kind of necro-freak. He was groping my tits again. “Maybe I should put you back out for a while. I love that cold pussy. Feels good when my hot cock melts it.” Suddenly he was on me, his hands around my throat, fuckstick stabbing at me. I felt myself slip into unconsciousness.
When I came to, I was lying in the snow once again. Was it all a dream? But then, there he was , grinning that evil grin, as he picked up my half dead and numb body and carried me into the house for round two. Call me Frosty, the cum dumpster. That’s all I am now. Until the moment sweet darkness takes me under and he gets what he really wants. Cold, dead pussy forever.
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