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Hard Times (loneiysong & CrimsonMaster)

Sammy did what she was told. She shivered against the cool of the hard finish of the wood. It pressed against her firmly as she was secured to the table. She gave each rope a tug as it was tied tightly. She realized she couldn't get out of here even if she wanted to. She shifted a bit and swallowed. She whimpered as he spoke again. "Please don't do this daddy. Please I promise I will be good." She begged again. She had no idea the kind of danger that she was in.
 
Stanley chuckled as Mary begged for him to stop. She spoke of being a good girl. That was the part which made Stanley chuckle. The time for her being a good girl was passed. She should have remained a good girl and she wouldn't be in this position. By acting like some cheap tramp. Mary now must now be treated as one. Her father would take her. Use her like the whore she wanted to be. " You have such a sweet looking pussy baby..........You'll love daddy's cock once it's inside of you. " Stanley spoke while his fingers moved over her pussy. His cock was hard and ready for her. Stanley undid his pants. Freeing his cock. Stanley moved in behind Mary. Placing the head of his cock against her wet slit. Stanley slowly started sinking his cock into Mary. " It will all be over soon Mary........You'll be daddy's special little whore......Belonging only to him. " Stanley added before he jammed his cock all the way inside. Knowing that Mary was a virgin. Sammy would react like one who'd been taken hard. One that just had her hymen ripped away by force.

Sheriff Lyle Wallace, slowly entered the house. He was quiet as a church mouse. Moving carefully. Lyle could hear someone speaking in the kitchen. He knew it was his brother-in-law, Stanley. Lyle knew what Stanley was up too. He knew all about his fantasy with Mary. Despite being the local county sheriff. Lyle also ran a group of whores. These whores worked out of a small trailer park. It was cheaper then running a brothel. Each girl had her own trailer to work and live in. Under the control of Lyle and Stanley's brother. The local owner of the bank, Chester Cobb. Lyle moved towards the kitchen. He quickly spotted Stanley fucking some girl. Lyle couldn't see who the girl was. He assumed she was one of his girls. Lyle knew Stanley often played out his fantasy with girls who worked for him. The girls told Lyle of Stanley's fantasy of his daughter. Lyle leaned against the door jam. Watching as Stanley fucked this girl tied to the table. Lyle was impressed that Stanley tied the girl down. However, he was being far to kind to this whore. Stanley never understood that whores were just fuck slaves. They weren't real women. They were just walking holes to be used.

" You are one sick son of a bitch Stan. " Lyle said with a hardy laugh. His words caused Stanley to stop fucking Sammy. He quickly pulled out, leaving her pussy open. " Only a sick son of a bitch thinks of fucking their daughter. " Lyle moved into the kitchen. Stanley stumbled away. There was no way for Sammy to see who this new man was. She was facing away from the door. Lyle now stood behind her. Looking down at her fine ass. He still ahd no idea who she was. Lyle delivered a hard slap against Sammy's ass. " You spend all your time thinking of fucking Mary.......And you have no idea how to treat a whore. " Lyle added as he pulled a black cloth bag from his pocket. " Whores are just walking fuck holes........You never did know how to treat these sluts. " Lyle continued. He unfolded the bag. Stanley was left speechless. He didn't expect to see his brother-in-law here. Lyle leaned over Sammy. His big belly pressed against her back. Lyle slipped the black bag over Sammy's head. This bag had a string around the open end. Once it was over Sammy's head. Lyle pulled the string. Making the bag close in over Sammy's head. It cut off her vision and also made it hard to breathe. The string was pulled tight around her neck. It wasn't choking her. It was just tight so the bag wouldn't come off. Lyle then undid his pants. He pulled his cock out, then jammed it into Sammy's pussy. Lyle started fucking her hard. Sammy was being taken by this unknown man.
 
She moaned and rocked her hips trying to get away. "Daddy...please." She groaned blushing as he touched her pussy. Ohh she was so hot and wet and ready. She was dripping as his fingers moved over pussy. She panted and bit her lip. She shivered as she felt his cock slip into him. She moaned feeling his cock and then jerked stiffening and screaming in mock pain as he jammed inside pretending that he had broke her virginity. She groaned as he began to move. She hadn't had much time before the man came in. Her body stiffened and wasn't sure what to say.

She gasped as her ass was hit harder than before. She tried to pull away or kick out. "Excuse me! I was in the middle of something." She tried to interrupt but her head was stuffed into black bag. She gasped for air right as the cord crushed her throat. She threw her head wildly around as she was stuffed with a dick she did not agree to have inside of her. She roared her outrage and tried to get away all the while trying to relax herself so the man would not get an ounce of pleasure but she was as tense as you can imagine. She was screaming how this was not what they agreed to and how there would be hell to pay.
 
Sheriff Wallace would pay no price for his actions with Sammy. At least not for the foreseeable future. Sammy would take her revenge for this action and others Wallace would take part in against her family. The other actions had yet taken place, but would soon enough. Sammy was powerless at the moment. Sheriff Wallace was fucking her hard. Despite her best efforts. Wallace was getting plenty of pleasures from fucking her. He didn't care whether she got any or not. She was nothing more then a worthless walking fuck hole. Wallace was grunting each time his cock slammed into Sammy. The black bag over her head would make it hard for her to breathe. Not impossible, but hard enough to make Sammy's heart to race. To push her towards a place where she didn't wish to go. Building fear within her young body.

" Stop this!........She's my whore! " Stanley protested as Wallace continued fucking Sammy. He had no plans on stopping until he came. Stanley took a bold step. He moved towards Wallace, grabbing his arm. Wallace jerked his arm away. He then back handed Stanley acrossed the face. Dropping him to the floor. Wallace grabbed Sammy by her hips. He began trusting harder into her. His trusts became more painful. Wallace then groaned out as he started cumming inside her pussy. He emptied a load deep within her. Wallace then pulled his cock free from Sammy's body. He looked down on Stanley. The other man laying on the floor, bleeding from his mouth. Wallace said he could have his used whore back. He laughed before leaving them alone. Stanley got to his feet. Moving over and untying Sammy from the table. He then removed the bag from her head.
 
Sammy was having a full on panic attack by the time that the other man came up to intervene. Her head was pulsating, her heart was racing. Mother never warned her of anything like this. She slowly sank against the table. She began to wilt like a flower under a magnifying glass. She was pretty sure she was having a heart attack. When she was staying with the doctor, she heard him describe a patient who just dropped and became non responsive. He said too much pressure on his heart. She just wanted out of her body. Her whole body throbbed. She wanted to die. She felt filthy. Horrible. Scared. So tiny.

She didn't move, when the bag came off of her head. She didn't dare move. She didn't want to move. She didn't want to live. She wanted to die. She waned to be free. Her whole body hurt. She felt horribly used. All at once, her body was aware she could breath freely. She took a sobbing breath and shut her eyes tightly. It hurt to breath. Getting up, she trembled and looked away. She grabbed her dress and pulled it on and took off running. She didn't care where she ended up, she just wanted to run away, be alone for now.
 
Sheriff Wallace left without knowing who he just fucked. He didn't know the girl tied to the table, was the one cutting into his profit. Since becoming a whore, working for her family. Sammy had become very popular. Men were using her instead of spending their money at the place where Wallace ran his girls. Once Emily joined her sister. Even more men began using the sisters. Wallace had become aware that someone else was running a whore in his county. However, he didn't know who that was. He would find out soon though. Once this happened. Sammy's family would be in great danger. Neither Sammy, nor her family knew of this danger. How could they expect such a thing?

By the time Sammy ran from the house. Sheriff Wallace was long gone. Stanley called to Sammy. Hoping that she would stop. He was concerned for her after what happened. He wanted to let her know how sorry he was. He wanted her to know how badly he felt because he couldn't help her. Stanley wasn't tough like his brother, or brother-in-law. This is why he couldn't bring himself to really be with his daughter. Stanley followed Sammy out of the house. He continued calling for her to please come back. He wanted to at least comfort her. To make sure she was alright. Stanley was left without having enjoyed his fantasy. A fantasy which was going great. Thanks to Sammy and her acting skills. Stanley cursed before turning back towards the house.
 
She heard him calling. She knew he was the costumer, and knew that she had to finish pleasing him. Turning around, she went back to him and went back into his house. She was shivering violently, but her eyes were cold and distant. Like there was nothing behind them. She sat at the kitchen table in her dress. Her hands placed on the table. She looked straight ahead. Waiting for him to tell her what he wanted next. The scene that they had been building was ruined, and she was not going to go back to that. She would let him have sex with her if he wanted, but right now, she wanted to finish the transaction and go to bed.

Deep inside of her, anger and hate were boiling and building inside of her collecting and amassing something completely foreign and unlike anything Sammy would recognize or people who knew Sammy would know or learn about. The kind caring girl was abused and fucked with. And the seed of what the world was was planted. Sammy stared straight ahead waiting for the customer to tell her what he wanted, then to give it to him, then to drive her home. She would get in trouble if anything else were to deviate from the plan.
 
Stanley was surprised when Sammy came back. He didn't expect her to return. Not in the shape she was in when she left the house. It was easy to see that Sheriff Wallace had hurt the girl beyond physical pain. Stanley could tell just by the way she looked after she came back. Stanley watched as Sammy came into the kitchen. She then sat down, staring straight ahead. Stanley waited for awhile before speaking. He wondered if Sammy would speak first. She sat there, saying nothing. Sammy was waiting on him. He was the customer and she was here to finish the job. There was one problem. Stanley was no longer interested in sex. Not after seeing the condition she was in. Stanley wasn't like his brother, or brother-in-law. He wasn't heartless and cruel. He couldn't hurt anyone, let alone Sammy. She maybe a whore, but Stanley liked her. He had enjoyed their time together.

Stanley finally spoke. He told Sammy how sorry he was for what happened. Stanley told her the man who disturbed them was Sheriff Lyle Wallace. The sheriff of Miller County. Stanley spoke of how he tried to stop his brother-in-law. Tried to stop him from hurting Sammy. Stanley then spoke of being unable. He was weaker then Wallace, and not as heavy. Wallace was a brute of a man compared to Stanley. He spoke of his hope that Sammy would be alright. He never wanted anything to happen to her. Stanley then placed Sammy's money on the table. It was the full amount. She didn't have to do anything more. Sammy had been though enough today. Stanley said he would take her home when she was ready.
 
She nodded and when the man said the name she burned it into her brain. SHe would make the man hurt. SHe had never felt this way before. Never towards another human being. She looked at the money when he put it on the table. If it was just her in the world, she wouldn't have taken it, just the thought of touching it made her feel like vomiting. Wiping her hands violently on her dress, she reached out and took it and quickly shoved it into the pocket of her dress and stood up and looked down saying she was ready to leave and walked out to the car and waited for him to unlock it.
 
Stanley didn't make Sammy wait long. He followed behind her as she headed for the car. Stanley regretted having not finished with Sammy. She was so pretty and so very sexy. There was also a gentle sweetness she had. Stanley had seen the change in Sammy. He saw how she was effected by what Sheriff Wallace did to her. This kept Stanley from doing anything more with her. He couldn't bring himself to force anymore on her. He couldn't touch her in a sexual way when she wasn't her old self. Stanley wasn't a monster like others in his family. He really did care about Sammy. Stanley hoped she would get better and she wouldn't let what Wallace did rule her life. That would be a victory for Sheriff Wallace. Letting his action control her life after the fact. Stanley drove Sammy out of town. He dropped her off not far from her house. Before she left him. Stanley once again spoke to her of how sorry he was. How he wished he could have stopped what happened, or at least wished he could change the past hour from happening. Stanley wished Sammy well and talked of his hope they could see each other again. His car then pulled away. Letting Sammy return home.

Because of what happened. Sam & Aubrey gave Sammy several days off. There was even talk that perhaps Sammy should stop working. Retire from being a whore and just stay home. Help out with her baby brother and help around the house & farm. Because she was still producing milk. Sammy was able to breast feed her brother. This gave her mother a break. The family still had Emily who could earn money for them. Emily was eager to continue the work. Selling her body brought them money to survive. Emily wanted to keep working. She wouldn't let what happened to her sister effect her. Emily understood bullies and how they enjoyed hurting people. She saw Sheriff Wallace as nothing more then a bully. The choice on quitting was Sammy's to make. As was the choice when she began working as a whore for her family.

Sheriff Wallace wondered who the girl was his brother-in-law had been with. He never saw her face during the encounter. Several days later. Wallace went to his whore trailer park. He questioned each girl, asking them about Stanley. All the girls denied having been at that house. Their denial was confirmed because none of Wallace's girls looked like Sammy when stripped naked. This left Wallace wondering where Stanley got the whore. He'd heard rumors of a new independent whore working in the county. The rumor was confirmed when Wallace's whores weren't earning what they normally did. Someone was cutting into Wallace's action and this didn't make him happy. He saw this as someone stealing from him. Taking money from his pocket. Wallace couldn't let this continue any longer. He needed to find out who this whore was. She would then work for him, or disappear forever.
 
Sammy nodded that maybe he would see her. She went inside and gave her father the money and went to her bed and laid down wrapping up tightly and shut herself in for the next several days. She developed a nice healthy bruise where the bag had been. She didn't talk to her father, mother, or sister. When they tried to talk to her, she stared straight ahead. When she heard them talking in the house, the deep dark voice that was mending the shattered Sammy back together quietly soothed her saying that they did not and could not fathom what she went through. The darkness was fed as she heard her little sister speak of how she knew bullies. Her little sister might understand bullies but it might be another thing to be fucked and be taken in a such a way by one. Let her get her worst fear used against her. She woke in a fear every night of the sheriff crawling into her bed.

At the end of her vacation off, she came out of her room, her bruise had healed, and she looked fine. Her hair was brushed and she was ready to go back out. She looked at her father and stood tall.

"I am ready to get back out there dad." She said. She would not be the screaming cornered little girl again. Whoever crossed her would get a tiger.
 
Sammy had been traumatized by Sheriff Wallace. She suffered with nightmares of the man crawling onto her bed. Of him forcing himself onto her. As he did back at that house. Sammy knew what it was like to be with the sheriff. She knew what it was like to have his cock inside of her. To have his cum shooting in her. She hated what he did. She hated everything about Sheriff Wallace. Her hatred for this man would only grow. Sammy had no idea what he planned on doing next. She was his target. Wallace planned on taking Sammy again. He planned on forcing her to work for him. One way or another, Wallace wanted Sammy for his own. He would stop at nothing to get his hands on her. Even murder wasn't beyond the corrupt sheriff.

Sam & Aubrey were surprised when Sammy wanted to return to work. Aubrey thought it maybe to soon for her oldest daughter. She was worried that Sammy didn't have enough time off. Even Sam was worried that Sammy might be jumping back into work so quickly. However, they didn't question Sammy. They had always trusted her judgement. They had faith in their oldest daughter. Sam agreed to let Sammy return to work. Emily had been working extra since Sammy was off. The younger sister understood what it was like for Sammy when she was the only one working. Sam said he had a job for Sammy. He was going to just pick Emily up and then drop her off with the next customer. However, that changed when Sammy asked to return. Sam took his daughter by the hand. They walked together out of the house and to the truck. Sammy's customer was an old friend of her father's. A man named Luther Miles. Sammy knew this man well. He owned the local funeral home. Luther did the funeral of Sammy's grandmother. The woman her grandpa Charlie had been married too. Luther also did the funerals for her mother's parents when they passed away. He was a good man, but because of his work. Luther was a lonely man. He was older, like her grandpa Charlie. The home Luther lived in was between town and the farm. Sam said he would drop Sammy off. She would have to walk home since Sam needed to pick up Emily. It wasn't a far walk home. Plus, it was a beautiful day and Sammy did enjoy these sunny days.
 
She nodded and kissed Sam on the cheek before she slid out of the truck. With a deep breath, she slid out of the truck and felt the warm sun on her face. She smiled and thoughts like the Sheriff were far from her mind. The shadows were deep and far away from any reach of consciousness. Looking ahead, she smiled and walked up to the door. She knocked on the door gently and folded her hands behind her back and waited patiently. She looked around and drew her foot in the dirt. She began to hum a song to herself.

She slipped her hands into her pockets and felt the sun warm the back of her neck as she waited patiently.
 
Sam drove away. Leaving Sammy at the funeral home. He knew she would be alright there. Luther was a good man, who would treat her nice. Normally the only guests Luther had were those who came for the funerals he hosted. Having Sammy visit him, would be a treat for Luther. The front door slowly opened. Revealing Luther standing there, smiling. Luther was a tall, thin man with grey hair. He wore a plain white button down shirt and black dress pants. " Hello Sammy. " Luther spoke, there was a nervous tone in his voice. many years had passed since the last time Luther had the chance to be with a woman. So many years, he had dark brown hair in those days. " Please.........Ah come in. " Luther said as he stepped away. Allowing Sammy to enter his house.

His nervousness was easy to see. Sammy could spot it without any trouble. Luther closed the door after Sammy came inside. He guided her through the house. Passed the rooms where the dead bodies would be shown. Luther took her into the back. He had a living room back there. That's where Luther took her. He offered her a seat, then asked if she would like a drink. Sammy looked so very pretty. Luther never dreamed a girl like her. A girl he knew would be here and would willing want sex with him. Because of his work. Most thought his house was creepy. Many also thought Luther was creepy. This was the reason why he was so alone and without female company.
 
Sammy smiled. Luther was just what Sammy needed. She walked in and looked around. She grinned a bit to the older man when offered a drink. "Sure, let's share a drink and toast to the fun we are going to share. Then you come over here and sit and let us start off this party." She smiled watching him.

She loved sex. Especially with the guys who worshipp d her. Already she felt herself slipping back into her old role and it felt somewhat comforting. She smiled to him
 
Sammy looked so beautiful and with her confidence returning. She was quickly becoming her old self once again. The sweet teenage sexpot which drove men wild with desire and want. Since having become a whore. Sammy quickly learned she held power over most men. Men like Father Graham, Mr. McNeil and now Luther Miles. These men would do anything Sammy wanted. In a certain way, they were in love with her. None of these men could ever truly have her. Not in a way most people in love wanted. But, they could spend time with her and thus live moments of love with her. Luther would become the latest man to fall under Sammy's adoring spell. While she spoke, Luther quickly poured them drinks. Luther didn't have whiskey or moonshine. He did have wine which wad handed to her. Luther then sat down, joining Sammy on the couch.

They shared a toast to having a good time together. Luther was still very nervous and unsure of what to do. Most women he saw were either here for funerals, in one way or another. Having Sammy here for pleasure was new. Luther would remain nervous until things got started. " Do you like having sex?........Do you enjoy being with men? " Luther asked. He'd never been with a whore before and since he never spent time with women in general. Luther was curious as to whether Sammy got pleasure while she was with men. Pleasure was something Sammy knew and understood. She could get pleasure from her lovers. Roleplay and fantasy were keys to both sides getting pleasure. Sammy knew that most men had unfulfilled fantasies and she was damn good at playing whatever role was needed.
 
She chuckled and took her wine and drank it and then shook her head and smiled. "I am not here about me, I am here about you...tell me about what you want." She smiled and moved over to his lap and straddled his lap and began to move and grind on his lap as she stroked his hair back with her free hand and looked deep into his eyes. She ground her naked pussy against the crotch of his pants. "Come on, tell me, tell me all what you dream of in a girl, tell me and I will become what you want." She smiled and looked at him and kissed his lips deeply and romantically stroking his face.

"Dont be shy." SHe whispered softly into his ear.
 
Luther did have dreams. He did have a special fantasies, but thought Sammy would think he was sick in the head. When she straddled his hips. Luther became ridged. His body stiff like those he worked on. Sammy had taken him by surprise. She'd moved so quickly. Her pussy grinding against his lap. As normal, Sammy was only wearing a dress. This was something she learned from her mother. Good whores don't wear anything extra. Not when they weren't working in a brothel. Wearing panties and bras would only take time to get off. This time would be better spent pleasing the customer. Luther hadn't noticed Sammy was only wearing a dress when she first entered. However, now that she was sitting on his lap. He could see she had no bra and could tell she wore no panties. This knowledge, plus what she was saying and doing. Caused Luther's cock to quickly grow inside his pants.

Sammy urged Luther to tell her of his fantasy. At first he spoke of his belief that Sammy would think he was sick. Luther's fantasy was that odd. Some would even say disturbing. Sammy was persistent and her kisses difficult to resist. Luther finally gave in. He began telling Sammy his deepest, darkest fantasy. Luther spoke of wanting to take Sammy down to his embalming room. He said she would lay on the table, naked and play dead. Luther had never touched any female body which came into his funeral home in a sexual way. However, he often jerked off while looking at the naked women. Luther spoke of how he wanted to feel Sammy up and play with her pussy. All while she acted dead. She wouldn't have to act dead for long. Luther said he would wish that she was alive. He would then turn and act like he was doing something else. His words and his turn would be her sign to return to life and beg him to fuck her. Beg him to make her feel alive once more before she passed on to the other side. Luther said Sammy could say anything she wanted. As long as she did so begging and asked for him to make her feel alive again. Luther then grew quiet as he waited for what Sammy would say next. His request was certainly an odd one.
 
She drank the rest of her wine and grinned and kissed him and smiled. "Alright, but you have to carry me down, and we should do this right. I am going to die in your arms right now." She grinned and then sighed and laid back and "died". She was a dead weight and her face became expressionless and relaxed. She was worried for a second when she asked him his fantasy that he would ask if he could tie her down. Right now that was the only thing that she would refuse to do. She was dead weight and didn't use any muscles. She would be his sweet little corpse do with what he wanted until he said the magic words to bring her back to life.
 
Luther had expected at least some surprise from Sammy. His fantasy was surely one of the strangest she'd been asked to do. Father Graham held that position before Luther. The father only wanted her to act possessed. Acting like a corpse so a man could feel her up was totally different. But, Sammy was a professional where sex was concerned. It was her job to give the customer what they wanted, not to judge whether their fantasy was insane or normal. Luther didn't speak when Sammy said she would die in his arms. She had requested that he carry her down to the embalming room. It was a request Luther would gladly do. As her body went limp, Luther took Sammy into her arms. Other then some light breathing. Sammy certainly looked as if she just died. Luther stood up from the couch. Sammy was firmly in his arms. He left the living room, carrying her body down towards the basement. Once downstairs, Luther carried Sammy into the embalming room. He placed her on the table, in a seated position at first. Luther then removed Sammy's dress. Using one hand to pull the dress up, over her head, then off her body. He then laid her down on the table.

Luther wasn't ready to start when Sammy did. But, her beginning early wouldn't change hpw things would play out. She would just have to lay still until he was ready. It wouldn't take very long. Luther placed a sheet over Sammy's naked body. Covering her from her neck down to her feet. Luther went into a side room. He quickly changed into clothing he used while getting bodies ready. Luther never wore underwear when working on bodies. He knew blood could stain right through clothing. Luther was wearing a grey shirt, black pants and a leather apron when he reappeared. He was also carrying a clipboard as he approached the table. Luther acted liked he was reading what was written on the paper. In reality. There was nothing there. Luther then removed the sheet which covered Sammy. Placing the sheet and the clipboard aside. Luther turned his full attention on Sammy. " Such a sad case to die so young and innocent.......You look so pretty my sweet girl........You would have made someone a very lucky man. " Luther spoke as his eyes moved over her naked form. He placed his left hand on Sammy's right breast and began squeezing it. His other hand slipped between her slightly parted legs. " You must be wishing right for one more chance to enjoy life........To enjoy the pleasures shared between men and women. " Luther spoke his words almost like a prayer. His hands squeezed her breast and rubbed her pussy while he talked. " I wish I could give you that one last chance........Help you live and share love one last time. " Luther added. His words seeming even more prayer like. He then removed his hands from Sammy's body and turned around. Luther was getting a small table on wheels ready for his work to get the young girl ready for her funeral.
 
She didn't move or open her eyes as he took off her dress. She heard the door open and shut and figured he was going to go get some things or props so she opened her eyes under the sheet and tried to calm her rapidly beating heart. It would be tricky not to get all hot and bothered. But damn, this was kinda kinky. If she had to guess, she was going to play a kind of vampire scene with this guy and pop out of a coffin and pull him into it and fuck his brains out or something like that. Especially when he said that he was ashamed of it. But this was nothing. When she heard the door, she shut her eyes again and took a deep breath, one where it didn't show. The cool of the room hit her pussy and she realized she lost the game of trying to keep her libido down. She was wet.

She didn't groan, she didn't moan. she didn't blush when he fondled her. His words were so sweet. She could imagine him speaking the same words to other girls and it made her sad. When his back was turned and without open her eyes she moaned out as if she was coming back to life, "fuck me...."
 
Luther hadn't thought about having sex in a coffin. He would certainly be open for something like that. There was even a coffin against the far wall. It was a model Luther used for Halloween, when trick or treaters came looking for candy. He also used it as a demo model. If someone wanted, like school teachers or doctors needed information. Luther showed off the one several feet from where Sammy laid on the table. He never thought of having sex in a coffin before, but it was soft and comfortable. There was plenty of room for two people to have sex in it. Luther was willing to have sex with Sammy anywhere by this point. He was ready for some of her hot teenage pussy. He just needed her to wake and beg for sex. To beg for him to fuck her before she moved on to the next life. Luther messed around with items on the wheeled table. This table was used when Luther was working ob bodies. Sometimes he needed makeup for the bodies. Sometimes he needed wax to fill in gunshot wounds. This wax acted like skin and once makeup was applied. It was hard to tell the difference. There was a lot to being an undertaker which most people didn't understand. Many things such people could do. Luther was very talented in making people look better then they were at the time of their deaths.

Luther heard a soft voice coming from behind him. He knew Sammy was act as if she was returning to life. He was expecting a bit more begging though. Luther turned back towards the table. He wore a puzzled look on his face. Acting surprised that he heard a voice. However, Sammy's eyes remained closed. Luther placed his left hand onto her arm, looking at her face. He then shook his head. Thinking his imagination and how pretty this girl was, got the better of him. He removed his hand and started to turn around once again.
 
She gripped his hand before he could pull too far away. She moaned and arched off the bed as if she was being imbibed with tremendous amounts of life.

"Please..please fuck me...please....please fuck me...before I pass on." She opened her eyes and looked at him and reached upand stroked up his arms and groaned and whimpered and stroked along his collar bone as if she was starving for life.
 
Luther wasn't disappointed when Sammy really got started. Her soft spoken words soon became pleas for him to fuck her. This happened after she grabbed his arm. Damn near giving the older man a stroke. He was expect Sammy to play dead and wake up. However, she played her roles very well. Whatever the customer wanted, Sammy would make sure their dreams came true. Even in this case. Sammy would give Luther what he wanted. A dead girl who comes back to life for a sexual adventure. Luther wore a shocked look on his face as Sammy spoke. Part of this was real shock. He hadn't expected she would grab him. The rest was acting on his part. Luther loved how Sammy touched him. Her delicate fingers danced up his arm, touching his neck.

" You've come back to know love.....To know passion......Pleasure and the feel of a man inside of you. " Luther spoke as he moved closer to the table. He leaned down, placing his lips against Sammy's. The two kissed, his tongue slipping into her mouth. Searching for her tongue. Luther placed his right hand onto Sammy's left breast and squeezed again. Like he did before. Like he was testing to see if she had really returned to life and this was not some hallucination caused by old age or chemicals store around the room. Luther removed his hand from Sammy's breast. His hand slipped down over her trim stomach. Luther's hand then slipped between her legs. His fingers began teasing her clit. Circling around the hardening nub.
 
"Yes, it was my one want in life. I only wanted to know the love and touch of a man. Please." She whimpered softly and opened her lips gently for Luthers. She groaned and kissed him back groaning kissing him back. She reached up and placed her hand over his. She shut her eyes and groaned softly. She groaned spreading her legs for him and reached into his pants to touch him and stroke him as he stroked her so she was good and wet.
 
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