Void Girl Encounters 6.1: Mistress Piggy pt. 1

>The cigarette smoke dances around your face as you sit at the edge of the bed, turning back at your company in your bed, you shake your head.
>She looks back at you with a smirk that you wish you could smack off her face.
>After taking a drag, she passes the cigarette to you.
>"Round two?"
>You look away, ashamed.
"Fuck."
>Of all the void girls around here…
>This pig.
>This… filth.
>Consistently gives you the best sex in your goddamn afterlife.
>In a dirty ass motel room that doesn't have proper hot water.
>She licks her lips that are painted with goth black lipstick.
"We can't keep doing this.
>An annoying nasally laugh comes from her mouth, all ending with the most obnoxious pig snort.
>"Baby-"
"Don't call me that."
>"Oooh, touchy."
>She crawls up behind you, putting her hands on your shoulder then gradually sliding her hands down your chest.
>The pudginess of her body kept your bareback warm.
>Her wet snout smacks your cheek as well as her lips.
"Get off of me you-"
>"Shhh, shhh. I know you're in the 'Time of the Wiseman'. You have my number."
"I'm deleting it."
>"You said that the last four times."
"Fuck you."
>"Anytime."
>You go off in a daze as you stare at the coffee stained carpet.

-The next day, at a diner-

>You can tell Death was smirking behind her cup of coffee.
>"Ugh, what's wrong with this one? I swear you have way too many void girl problems."
"She's filthy swine, I shouldn't be fucking her, to begin with."
>"But you are, so what's the problem?"
"She's… one of the best fucks I've had. And I can't quit her."
>"Again, what's the problem." Death said more as a statement than a question.
"OH, and she has the balls to not get on my nerves. Always backs off when I tell to fuck off. Keeps quiet when I tell her to shut the fuck up."
>Death tilts her head as she raises an eyebrow.
>"Are you hearing yourself right now? She sounds great."
"Exactly! She's making it hard to quit her."
>A buzz occurs on your left thigh, indicating you received a message.
>You unlock your phone and check your text messages, you instantly groan.
"Here take a look at this."
>You pass the phone to Death, and she takes a look at your phone and chuckles immediately.
>"Hahaha, 'Did you delete my number yet?' with a winky face. She's too cute."
>She leans her head forward a little. "Why do you have her named as Mistress Piggy?"
>Another buzz.
>"She says, 'usual place? 9 pm?'"
>You let out a sigh.
"… damn it."
>"I'll tell her yeah," Death says, typing a message for you and gets a reply back immediately.
>"'Good boy' with a kissy face. You know what? I like her. You've got a keeper on your hands."
"Et Tu, Death?"


"Fuck's sake…"
>Your head hangs as you bring your hand up to knock on the motel door.
>Just as you ball up your hand into a fist to know on the door, she opens it.
>"Ah, punctual as ever, ya hungry? I grabbed some bacon burgers on the way here."
>You look up and to the left for a moment, chewing on the irony.
"Move."
>You push the door inward, she only laughs as you storm in, "there's wine chilling in the fridge too by the way."
>Ignoring her, you walk over to the bed and unbuckle your belt buckle.
"You know why I'm here, pig."
>She closes the door, a smile on her face while she watches you get ready.
>After taking a moment, she does a little bit of a tit twerk from playfully shivering.
>"Right to the dirty talking hm? Been thinking about me all day haven't you?"
"Shut the fuck up," you say, pulling your cock out of your pants as you lie on your back. "Get to work."
>Her smirk widens as she walks over.
>Licks her snout, then plants it just below your abdomen, making you squirm a little.
"Ugh, why do you do that?"
>She responds by kissing your tip as a way to apologize.
>Opening her mouth, she lets the underside of your tool get cradled by her tongue.
>Using a hand, she takes her time to stroke you when her mouth is at your crown.
>After deep throating you a couple of times, she speaks up.
>She was looking right into your eyes while she keeps you stimulated with her hands.
>"So, how come you never let me come over? You got a girlfriend?"
"I thought I told you to shut up."
>"Just making conversation."
>She takes a moment to snort an ample amount of spit in her mouth, then launches it, letting it run down your shaft.
>Tightening her grip on you, she smirks it as she keeps stroking.
>"So can I come over sometime?"
"I don't want your stench in my place."
>"Hey," she stops for a moment. "I shower on a daily basis F-Y-I."
>Instinctively your pelvis thrusts upward into her hand, but she pushes you back down with the other.
>"Easy, slow down love. Don't wanna lose my leverage just yet. Let me come over one day, we'll hang out~"
"Leverage?"
>She plants her lips right on the slit where you're leaking precum, then winks.
"Unf…"
>"Be my good boy?"

>You had to close your eyes and hum. She's not playing fair.
>Your boner is twitching at this point because she knows what that phrase does to you.
>That's how she got you to accept letting her pay your bar tab.
>That's how she got your number.
>It's a phrase that got you into this situation.
>And here you are, desperate for more pleasure, but also trying to keep the filth away from your home.
>The same filth wearing only thigh high socks.
>Her snickering only made it worse because she's got you where she wants you.
>"Hmmm? What's it gonna be love?"
"I mean… I guess."
>She nearly does something of a death grip while she jerks you off, as your reward which sent an array of different signals to your brain.
>How does a fucking pig know how to invoke the right amount of lust in you.
>As you opened your mouth, she stops her handiwork and reaches for your neck as she straddles you.
>Her hands slimy with a mixture her saliva and your precum grasp the sides of your neck as she descends on your rod.
>"Ever died and gone to heaven?"
>You turn to check the clock then make eye contact with her again, surprised to find your hands on her hips.
>"Mmmf, someone's hungry~"
"Ugh, would you just shut-"
>"Come get a piece of your slam piggy."