Lisa Dabrowski

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Roadkill Love

Right from the start Patti had Billy,her older brother wrapped around her little finger. He adored her and would do anything for her. He brushed her long wavy hair, laid out her clothes, ran her bath, and was a true slave in every sense of the word as I look back on it now.

 

Billy was a few years older than Patti and was a rather handsome man, Platinum blonde hair, baby blue eyes surrounded by a strong muscular build. Billy had strong, yet gentle hands, just like his Father’s. Patti enjoyed it ever so much when Billy rubbed her feet for her, or carried her up the stairs and put her to bed.

 

Their father doted on both of them, which made it worse for Patti with their Mother, who essentially dommed him. She was very controlling and manipulative, and  Patti learned well from her how to get the things she wanted.

 

Their Mother used to switch Billy and us for the slightest infraction. Their Father used to buy her bottles of perfume, and jewelry just to distract her from the children. Daddy took his fair share of whippings. Billy and Patti would listen as she made him cry out for her. Daddy always referred to Mother as Mommy, it was a term of endearment between the two of them. He was definitely her Slave Hubby, and would walk through hell for her. Patti vowed one day to have a Slave Hubby of my own.

 

Billy and Patti were blaring The Ramones one night, as Mother and Daddy went out for the evening, and we could blast the stereo, and play their guitars as loud as they wanted. They were smoking a bong and sharing a fifth of Imperial whiskey. Billy began to look into her eyes and sing softly and sweetly. ”I can’t control my fingers, I can’t control my brain….”  His soft blue eyes were glassy, but there was no mistaking the adoration he held for her in his eyes.

 

Patti rose from the chair and loosened her bra. Letting it fall to the floor. Her full, round breasts exploded into the air. “Ah, I have wanted to do that all day. I love letting them bounce free, and when the air hits them, how my nipples get hard.” She said, leaning over him let my her nipple brush against his fingers while he strummed the guitar. He began to salivate, drool dripping from the corners of his mouth.

 

Patti ran her fingers through his thick wavy hair, taking the guitar out of his hand, and sat in his lap. feeling him grow beneath her ample bottom. Placing her erect nipple in his mouth, he sucked fervently, and she felt  herself weaken as her eyes met his. She knew her power.  She felt it beneath her bottom.  She rubbed and grinded against his pulsating erection while he suckled her, Billy began to tremble. I felt a surge of warm wetness on her bottom, he had lost it on her. Ejaculating all over Patti’s pretty pink panties.

 

Patti jumped up and grabbed his hair, “Billy, you little slut! You came on my new panties!” and she smacked him across the face. “Nasty Whore, you are going to sleep in these tonight!” She said handing them to him, and laughing wickedly.

 

Billydid as she commanded; he was putty in her hands and would do anything Patti told him to do at this point. “Brother, darling, model for me.” She ordered. In those pink panties, snugly, on his muscular buttocks, he was a sight to behold. His cock sprung forth, giving away his excitement at his own humiliation by her hands.

 

Patti sat back in the chair and lit up a cigarette telling him to come lay under her feet. “Rub my feet, Billy. “  He massaged them tenderly, kissing each toe. He looked up at her and she began to masturbate in front of him, forcing him to watch her writhe and moan as her wetness trickled down my thighs. I rolled my foot across his engorged and leaking cock. A tear streamed down his face. It was then that I realized I needed this as much as he did.  Patti grabbed Billy’s golden locks, and pulled him up between her legs, with an anomalistic lust, he thrust into her.

Billy moved away from home, leaving Patti behind. He met a beautiful woman , eventually marrying her and having two children. No matter how hard he tried to fit into his cookie cutter life, he could never get over Patti. He left his job, wife and  children behind to form a moderately successful alternative music band. Oh and Patti, of course she came along. She was his sidechick, on this grand adventure. All of this was for her anyway.

 

Billy was playing a round of local clubs in his area, always taking his sidechick Patti alomg with him for the ride.. They had become inseperable since she had introduced him to smack. Billy left his wife and his kids in the dust for Patti and his music, seriously who needs a whining brat or a nagging wife when you’re out on the road.

Billy was devoted to Patti, and blindly as a matter of fact, and thought the same of her.  One night Billy was plating a set on stage and noticed Patti wasn’t in the front , gushing over him as she normally did. This only made him sweat more as he performed, wondering where she could be and if she was ok.

Billy cut his set short and went wandering about the club, looking for Patti. Je stumbled into Max, his manager, and asked him if he’d seen Patti. Max just hung his head. Billy jeard moaning and grunting coming from the Owner’s office, He opened the door and there was he beloved Patti on her knees , needle in her arm, cock in her mouth.

Billy went into fit of rage. He had given up his wife and children for Patti. He had turned down so many so much road cunt fir her, taking the high road and being faithful. Here was Patti, mouth full of cock , veins full of smack. Almost instinctively he pulled out his razor sharp switch nlade. Before they could see it coming Patti had her throat slashed, blood jutting out, spilling upom the floor, and for his actions the owner had his cock lobbed off.

That didn’t seem like enough for Billy.  He spotted a coin jar out the corner of his eye, carefully he took the knife and plucked out Patti’s beautiful baby blue eyes, and tossed them in the jar, pausing for a moment, decided to pluck out the owner’s as well and toss them in the jar. Laughing by now, as he was bitten with a rage that turned to madness, he remembered that eyes without a face are a human disgrace.

Grabbing the keys to the owner’s Lexus he thought he’d cruise out of there and take a trip to Las Vegas, accompanied with jar of eyes.  He stopped and slashed a few more hitch hikers along the way, just until his jar was full of eyes.

Billy was finally apprehended, shouting for more in the midnight hour. He even penned a song about his little tour of madness. He called it Roadkill Love.

She”s All Red white and Blue

Lips are full skin’s like cream mmm eyes

Can I believe anything that’s True

In a Room full of sex and her Roadkill lies

 

Slice me with your blade

Leave me on the pillow

I feel like making a trade

My blood spilled for the crow

 

You  turn Tricks for Treats

You know your’re blonde and hot

I’m begging for your sweets

You always Take more than I’ve got

 

Gimme some Gimme some of your Roadkill Love

Gimme some Gimme some of your Roadkill Love

Young dumb and full of cum you fit like a glove

Young dumb and full of cum you fit like a glove

Gimme some Gimme some of your Roadkill Love


Deadman DeskBernardara
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