Suck Mommy’s Piss Flaps: An Erotic Killer Story… Or Something (What The F Did I Just Read Collection)

by Layla Moon

To the ladies who live in a world full of fragile men who can’t hear the word “no” be the twisted little Uno that pulls a reverse card and puts them to their knees.

Readers, repeat after me: “You exist to serve me. So while you’re down there, suck my pussy, bitch.”

Bitch, you have a fucking trans husband. You’re pansexual, I correct myself.

Seeing grown ass men squirming like a little bitch because they think I worship the devil makes my clit fucking pulsate.

I fucking despise men like Greg. I like to kill them… gauge their eyes out… make them suck their own cocks… or their friends after I’ve chopped the ugly things off. You know, fun shit like that.

barely taking a second look at his own wife—who is a fucking bombshell, by the way. And fuck, can she cum. The woman is like a fucking waterfall. But that’s beside the point.

To not walk away from a stunning woman like Macey and leave her pussy in the condition it was. Unused. A bit of WD-40 and dusting out the cobwebs, and she was as good as new. Jokes aside, she could suck my cunt good. No man deserves a woman that can devour a pussy like that. I returned the favor of course. I assume her deadbeat husband was no match for her because she had energy for days, and when I was done with her, all she wanted was more of my pussy.

What he didn’t know, was that I added cyanide to his. I like it when they bubble at the mouth for me.

I pop my lips together to blend in my favorite shade of lipstick… black. I have a thing for black, okay? This one has a pearl shimmer through it, so it makes me feel a little more fancy.

Side note: people don’t smell like roast chicken when they’re burning.

They’re all the same—perfectly capable of hearing—and yet they can’t hear the word “no”. They can’t just let a woman breathe without needing to be in her space, or hurting her, or forcing her to like them. They need to control. And when women speak up about it, nothing is done. No one hears our cries. We’re called crazy or emotional. Told it’s our fault, or it didn’t happen. Or it was because of what we were wearing. This world wasn’t designed for women. It’s written and constructed around men. Men who think they own everything and everyone. That is, until I pull the Uno Reverse card on them.

And no, I don’t hate men. I just hate the wrong men. I just wish they would just let women fucking breathe. I wish they would just let women fucking live.

Their bones, teeth, and even dicks in jars and eyeballs alike are perfect for my death room.

I am lucky to be blessed with three lovers: Jorja, my perfect girlfriend, Kalie, my girlfriend’s girlfriend, and Callum, Kalie’s husband. He is transgender, and the perfect addition to our chaotic love circle.

“Thank you for calling the rapist hitman hotline, where you pay and I slay. How may I help you today?”

For the record, if I’m wearing a tight dress, it’s gonna be for the pleasure of my own—never a fucking man’s.

I opt for the pink Ghostface mask. “Very cutesy… very demure… very mindf⁠—”

Remember, I don’t hate all men… just the ones who don’t do right by women. I love good men, loyal men, deserving men. I loved my husband—before he tried to kill me.

Fuck you, dark romance books. BookTok… BikeTok… CODTok… MaskTok. They’re all my fucking weakness.

“What does Mommy like, then?” Mmm. Say that again.

Before he can move an inch closer to my boobs, I have his mask off and a fist of his hair in my hand. A slight bit of pressure and… fuck, a whimpering groan, he’s down on his knees. Yes, good boy.

“I like boys who get on their knees for me. Good boys get treats. Good boys do what Mommy says,”

“Tug it a little. Come on, make Mommy proud. Make it nice and big for him,” I tease. “Jesus, lady. Come on.” “Aww, is that as big as it goes?” I baby talk him with a menacing tone. If I’m not mistaken, I think his chin is wobbling. Yes, it is. “Don’t make me do this. This is so fucking wrong,”

“Now, help your buddy out here. Spit on it for Mommy like a good boy,” I command.

“Nice and slow, pets. Mommy wants to watch you hate every second of this,” I say, and then bend down to speak to Ginger. “You ready to get dicked, my guy?” “You’re fucking psycho! There’s something wrong with you.” Ginger tries to hurt my feelings, but I care none.

“Come on, put it in. Don’t be scared, look how ready he is for you,” I say caressing Ginge’s pasty ass. Small Dick begins to enter his hole and Ginge whines like a bitch. What a fucking pussy.

“Not very nice, is it? Getting fucked in the ass by a full-grown man without giving them permission. Huh?” I ask Ginge. His response is another pathetic sob. Fuck, this is so good. It’s getting hot under this mask now. “No, no, no. I can’t keep doing this. I can’t…” Small Dick grouches and then speeds up, inhaling through his teeth. Who is he trying to convince? “That’s it pet, harder, faster. Fill his ass up with your cum. Put your DNA into his belly,”

I won’t lie, seeing how unwanted, nonconsensual sex makes them feel has me itching to fuck something. That something, might just be Blondie, he looks so fuckable.

“Please, don’t make me do this,” Small Dick cries out, then mutters to himself. Ginge is covered in tears, swaying to the beat of being railed while I howl with laughter. Then, for no reason other than because I fucking can, I shoot ginger boy in the melon. “Keep fucking going, pig!”

The sick fuck. He’s too close to care that he’s fucking a dead body.

I hike up my skirt, and my throbbing cunt is out. I shove myself into Small Dick’s face and hold him in position. He clearly thinks I’m doing this for him because I can feel his tongue lapping up my wetness. Wrong. Anyone order a golden shower? “I’m gonna…. wait, no,” he muffles between my flaps, on the brink of his climax. I’m gambling with accuracy, here, so I wait until his body stills and he’s starting to cum. “That’s it. Suck Mommy’s piss flaps,” I say with a curled lip, releasing my muscles. Instantly, I begin to piss down the throat of the man who’s dumping his load into a dead body—like

“You,” I finally say to blondie, who still hasn’t moved. “But, Mommy, I’ve been a good boy,” he whimpers, and the sound alone almost makes me cum. Holy fuck. “Haven’t I?” he adds quietly.

I decide on the spot that I need him in all my holes. But I need him in everyone’s holes more.

“I’d like us all to fuck him. And I’d like him to fuck us. He’s our pet now. To use.” “You’re too good to us, baby. Can we have him now? He’s so hard and ready.” Kalies reply is so eager, and instantly turns me on. “I—Wait, really?” he mutters. “Come, pet. It’s play time,” I command, and he’s by my feet in seconds.

“Lay down for me,” I coax. I roll my tongue along her sweet cunt and begin devouring her with a need, making tight circles over her clit. Fuck. She tastes extra sweet today, with a gentle tang. I fucking love it. She cries out and wraps her legs around me for more pressure. I comply, and I watch her eyes roll into the back of her head for me. “Oh my, fuck,” Icey groans, but stays in his position behind me. He has not been given a command yet, and I know for certain that he is aching.

“I want you to edge yourself, little pet,” I demand through a breath. “Put your tip in my tight cunt.”

“Now I want you to sit on the tip of his cock. He needs to feel your tight cunt, too.” I give my command to Kalie, and Icey lies down on his back, ready for her. She squats over him, and allows only his tip into her glossy pussy.

“I need to cum, again. Shit. Oh, please,” she pleads breathlessly. I reach for her swollen clit and rub it gently, then put her mouth to mine. Holy fucking hell. Her body reacts, climaxing around Icey’s tip with a shudder. Liquid streams down his shaft, and I can feel him needing to speak. “Fuck, please. I-I want to… I need to fill you.” I can tell he is struggling to hold his orgasm as he whimpers from underneath me, gasping for a breath. “You want Mommy again?”

“Yes. Yes, please. I do,” he begs, his tone sounds orgasmic, and I nearly cum here and now. “Please, Mommy. I can’t hold it much longer. Please, sit on me,” he begs again. He begs.

Even with Kalie’s gloss mixed with mine and his it’s a struggle to slide my cunt down around him. I feel my walls expand, filling to his girth and let out a breathy groan when I reach the bottom and pressure meets the top.

“Cum on him, baby. Claim him. Make him yours,” she coaxes me, and in an instant, I feel the tension radiate from my body. So, I lift off of him again and circle my tight bud harder and faster.

“Come on, pet. Don’t pout. You’ll cum when I say you can,” I say to him.

So to fuck with him, we had him begging for his life even though he was cumming on my shoes while sucking my piss flaps. Piece of garbage wouldn’t even know a clit if it was right under his nose. We killed him, left a note for his boss to find that said he had gone home sick and took him back to the morgue.

“You’re such a good boy. Pass Mommy’s crown.”

and collect a decent amount of the blood of my uterus. “Beautiful,” I say outloud and decorate my arms and face with it. The feminine power that I feel right now is insane. A feeling one cannot explain. Period rage and slaughter? Yes, please.

“But first, Mommy needs to cum.” I point downwards, and he’s at my cunt in an instant. I want us to smell like real blood when we’re out there, real chaos, real killers hunting our prey. My blood. My cum.

“You won’t cum tonight. Not until Mommy tells you. Do you understand?” I hiss, catching my breath. His face is smeared with my blood and his black paint. “Yes, Mommy,” he replies, and attempts to draw back to my swelling clit, but I stop him. “You’re a filthy fucking dog, aren’t you?” He groans. “Yes. Yes, I am. I’m your filthy dog. Please, let me taste you again,”

“Yes, that’s it pet. Make me cum,” I shout, and he puts in double the effort, pushing the blade’s handle further into my orifice until there's resistance. Fucking hell, this is insane!

“Come on, pig! Suck Mommy’s piss flaps. Suck Mommy’s bleeding flaps.”

“Lie down, pet. I need to sit on you,”