Svengali The Aftermath: The Novel

Svengali Part One. The Aftermath

He laughed slightly to himself as he gazed at the rosary beads which were swaying from her car's rear view mirror. The things that came from her mouth ( not to mention the thing about to be in her mouth which she groped endlessly at the bar) he would of not thought of her as the religious type. He then set his gaze on her breast and then shifted his eyes slowly downward. Her dress was obscenely short and he could see a brief hint of her panties which made his cock throb with anticipation for their destination. She did not notice him gazing at her for she was staying focused on her driving. She had more than enough to drink and knew she was not suppose to be driving in this condition, but the sexual urges got the best of her. He took her hand and placed it his cock and gently coaxed her to grab it. She took the bait and massaged it first slow and then faster until he took her hand off it. " Careful baby your going to make me cum." he said. She laughed a little and started touching her breast. She was his type not a size zero that most men desired but a woman with flesh on her and curves they way God intended. That is if God had taste he would say. He leaned over and kissed her chest which exposed her ample bosom. He kissed them gently  and he could taste the soft sweat of her breast which was lightly perfumed with a scent he almost had forgotten. He leaned back onto the seat with a concerned look. "What's wrong baby?" she asked " Can't wait?" With that she pulled the car over to the side of the road and quickly took off her seat belt. She jumped on his lap and forced her mouth onto his. He was taken aback for a mere second but soon gained his composure and grabbed her hard pulling his entire face on her tits. He ripped her dress slightly and when her breast  came out he all but devoured them. He then placed his hand on her crotch and felt the dampness of her panties. "You are a bad boy aren't you." She purred as she struggled to take her dress off. There it was again he thought to himself that scent. The car was steamed with their breath as he tried to remember what it reminded him of. She ripped his shirt off and noticed a large tattoo on his chest. " God that sure is big." She said. It was a cue he thought for an obvious joke but he was not in the mood. "What does it mean?" she questioned. "It is the Heart of Sorrow with Seven daggers...it means..never mind." She noticed she had broken his concentration and placed her lips on his and took his hands on her breast. As they kissed he could smell it again it was driving him insane. And then he saw it. Flash! The dead body. She unzipped his pants. He saw it again. Flash! the Blonde hair caked in blood. She took his cock in her mouth. Flash! The Seven stab wounds in her heart. She sucked faster and he saw the image again. He was at the morgue, he was to identify the body. He was hung over and miserable and had not slept in days. He knew for certain it could not of been her. They were to be married and had been though worse then this. But the corner lifted the sheet and on top of the cold steel gurney was her body. Her eyes deep and blue were wide open with a terrified look on her face that he would never forget. He fell upon her body and sobbed. Why couldn't he have saved her like he had so many times before. They were so close to of being together for ever and now this. It took three men to pry him off of her. He collapsed on his knees he knew he would never be the same again. He went back and forth between seeing her dead and back to the present where the woman was now sitting on his cock and fucking herself and then he passed out. The next thing he heard was a horn from a truck which woke him from his drunken sleep. "What the fuck?' he exclaimed looking at his surroundings he was still in the car half naked. I must of passed out he thought as he pulled up his pants. He noticed the woman next to him covered with his jacket. "Wake up baby. It is morning." he said as he gently nudged her. He placed his hand on her shoulder and grabbed her. Her body was limp as it collapsed on to his lap. Her eyes were wide open just like hers were and blood was on her chest just like she had. He screamed "Oh fuck Svengali! What have you done?"