I took her into the bedroom and laid her down on the bed, positioning my dick between her thighs. I placed the tip of my cock at her entrance and thrust my hips forward, burying my dick deep inside her until my balls pressed against her pussy. The sight of her pussy taking my entire dick was incredibly exhilarating, and my cock throbbed inside her, drawing a series of desperate moans from her lips.
'Ahhhh, Mich... Michael,' she gasped, her body writhing beneath me. 'Ah, you're too big... ahhh, ahhha"
Listening to her moans, I began to move my hips back and forth, fucking her with increasing intensity. She screamed out in pleasure, her words coming in ragged gasps: ''Ah, yes! Just like that... Fuck that little pussy of mine, ah!"
After a bit, I decided to change positions and instructed her to get down on her hands and knees in the doggie position. I slid my dick inside her and placed it at the entrance. I started moving quickly while gripping her waist.
As I was fucking her hard and swinging my hips back and forth, I noticed her asshole was gaping. I placed my finger on her anal and began tormenting her anal, and I heard her say, "Ahhh ahhh Micahel, not... not there, it's dirty there."
Listening to her say this made me even more excited, so I inserted my index finger into her anal and began fucking her pussy vigorously.
After a while, I decided to change positions and try something I'd always wanted to do—cowgirl. I lay down on the bed and told her to ride my cock. Watching her squat down, seeing her pussy engulf my entire dick, was incredibly arousing. I couldn't help but move my hips in sync with her, thrusting upward as she came down, meeting her stroke for stroke.
I began to buck my hips and swivel my waist, fucking her hard from below. She threw her head back and screamed in pleasure, her cries filling the room: 'Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, Michael, just like that, ahhh!'"
I was fucking her hard when I heard her cry out, ''Ahhhh, ahhha, Michael, I... I'm cumming!'' Her body trembled as her orgasm approached, and she collapsed onto me, breathless and spent.
Taking the opportunity, I shifted our positions, rolling her onto her back and pinning her beneath me. I began to fuck her again, my lips capturing hers in a passionate kiss. I teased her nipples, my hands roaming over her breasts, pushing them together and reveling in their softness.
After a while, I felt the urge to cum building within me. I began to move even faster, the sound of my balls slapping against her pussy echoing through the room like applause— "Phah phhhah phahh"
''Sneha, I'm cumming inside your pussy,'' I growled, and with one final, powerful thrust, I buried my cock deep inside her and released. Her body trembled in response, and she cried out, 'Michael... I'm gonna cum, ahhah!' Her orgasm crashed over her, and she came again, her body convulsing with waves of pleasure.
As I pulled my dick out of her pussy, a torrent of sperm gushed out and began staining her anal and bedsheets.
"Thank you, My wife," I said to Sneha before kissing her. I came to her, hugged her tightly, and fell asleep with her.
After sleeping for a while, I woke up and found Sneha was still sleeping in my arms and I gently moved myself in order to not disturb her sleep.
I stepped into the bathroom to take a refreshing shower, then made my way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Sneha and myself, knowing she had to head to the office soon. As I busied myself with the cooking, I noticed Sneha approaching me with a warm smile.
She wrapped her arms around me, planted a gentle kiss on my lips, and said, "Good morning." Her affectionate greeting filled the room with warmth, making the morning feel even more special.
I smiled at Sneha and told her to take a quick shower before breakfast. Once I finished preparing the meal, I saw her come out of the bathroom, looking beautiful. We sat down together in the living room and enjoyed our breakfast, sharing laughter and conversation.
Sneha was alright despite the vigorous sex session last night. She wasn't tired or feeling bad; it was probably because her physique had changed since becoming a zombie.
After we ate, I handed her a syringe filled with my blood. "If you see Ritika, you can use this to help her join us," I explained.
Sneha took the syringe with her and headed to her office. Once there, she set about submitting a transfer request to Lucknow. While waiting for the paperwork to process, she will begin researching the security details of the area.
I knew it was crucial to gather as much information as possible to ensure everything went smoothly for my plans. I sat down on the sofa and started thinking of my next move.
As I pondered the imminent threat posed by my burgeoning zombie army, I couldn't help but consider the inevitable response from government authorities eager to contain the chaos. Their first instinct would likely be to seal off the city entirely, imposing a stringent quarantine—barriers erected, entries forbidden, while an uneasy hush settled over the streets. No one in or out, a precautionary measure sure to incite panic and suspicion.
Next, they'd mobilize their forces, dispatching soldiers and police to scour the streets for the undead, armed with whatever weapons they could muster. The clash between the living and the reanimated would be a spectacle of chaos, complete with gunfire echoing through the abandoned alleyways.
However, perhaps the most intriguing option would be the involvement of brilliant minds in scientific research. The government would rally experts, hoping they could unravel the mystery of zombification and perhaps devise a cure that would transform the undead back into their former selves, restoring humanity one zombie at a time.
In their desperation, they might also reach out to neighboring states, seeking alliances to combat my relentless zombie army. If that fails, international aid would surely follow, as the threat of a zombie epidemic could ripple beyond borders, endangering the very fabric of society worldwide.
Ultimately, a coalition would form to eradicate the threat I had unleashed, uniting forces for a battle that would determine the fate of the living and the dead alike. As they strategized to restore peace, I found myself wondering—could I orchestrate a counterstrategy of my own before it was too late?
After reflecting on my situation and the challenges that lay ahead, I turned to Sneha's laptop for inspiration. I started browsing through zombie movies and TV series, hoping that these stories of survival and resilience might spark innovative ideas for my own strategy.
As I watched, an intriguing concept began to take shape in my mind. I considered the benefits of finding and recruiting capable and highly trained women to join my cause. Specifically, I thought about approaching the following professionals:
Policewomen/Female Soldiers: With their extensive law enforcement training, they would possess valuable skills in combat, firearms, and strategic planning.
Trained Female Assassins: While potentially difficult to find, such individuals would bring exceptional stealth, precision, and combat expertise to the team.
Female Bodyguards: Professionals in this field would offer advanced defensive tactics, threat assessment skills, and unwavering loyalty.
My reasoning was that if I could successfully recruit these women as subordinates, they would not only bring formidable fighting and shooting skills but also a strong sense of loyalty. With their professional backgrounds, they would be well-equipped to face the challenges ahead and significantly enhance my chances of success. Furthermore, their diverse skill sets would allow us to adapt to various situations, making our team versatile and resilient.
I initially thought about spreading the zombie virus by contaminating the city's water supply with my DNA. However, I quickly realized that this approach would not give me the control I desired, as it would be impossible to dictate who became infected.
Instead, I decided to focus on specific targets for my revenge. I wanted those who had wronged or underestimated me to witness my power and dominance firsthand. This included female teachers who had mistreated me, classmates who had isolated me, and their families.
I don't want my enemies turning into fucking zombies; that shit would be boring as hell. Instead, I'm gonna make those bitches pay. I'll fuck every last one of those cunt teachers who ever gave me pain and every fucking classmate who thought they could isolate me. And just for good measure, I'll fuck their mothers and sisters right in front of them. Just thinking about it gets me rock fucking hard.
Now, I need to figure out how to infect specific assholes to create my own fucking zombie army. The easiest fucking way to pull this off is to go around and scratch the shit out of whoever the fuck I want to turn. That way, I can build a personal horde of undead fuckers ready to do my bidding.
With my targeted zombie army at my command, I'll march them straight to the fucking homes of those cunt classmates and bitch teachers I've been dying to fuck. I'll unleash my zombies on their unsuspecting asses, causing chaos and panic. Then, like a fucking knight in shining armor, I'll swoop in to "save" those helpless bitches.
I'll take them to a secure camp, a place where I call the fucking shots and they're under my goddamn control. This way, those fuckers won't accidentally become zombies, and I can have all the fun I want with them. I'll make those cunts regret ever crossing me, and I'll enjoy every fucking second of it. Just thinking about it makes me want to bust a nut right now.