Long Timothee Chalamet Stories

The Orphan Maker (P3)

Warnings - serial killer, toxic Timmy, baby trapping, obsession, breeding kink, multi cum, no refractory period, cumming from giving oral, oral (female receiving), messing with contraceptives, trying to get someone pregnant unwillingly, smut, condom breaks, and they continue, cream pie, aftercare, kidnapping, abusive parents, psychopath, need for power, meth addicts, alcohol, mentions of masturbation, saving cum, mentions of sex toys

Timmy's POV.

I had murdered another pair of abusive parents. Meth addicts, poisoning their child with the air they breathed. Thankfully, sweet little Caleb wasn't showing any signs of withdrawal. I had a camera monitoring them that I could check.

Now, all I wanted to focus on was her. She sat across from me, sinfully gorgeous, and tempting. She was sipping her wine, the last alcohol drink she'd partake in, if tonight went as planned. I had staved off masturbating for a week, just to have enough to fill her. It would be hard not to cum the second I entered her, but I needed to be strong.

Every rope of cum I'd ever spilled over my hand, or in the underwear I'd stolen from her, or into a condom, or sex toy, all belonged to her, all belonged INSIDE her.

"Timothée," her gorgeous voice flitted through my dreamy haze. "You looked so out of it, what were you thinking about?"

"You," I said honesty.

"Yeah?" She asked, moving closer, ample cleavage resting on the table. I licked my lips carefully. I was so hard in my dress pants.

"And me," I included.

"Oh really?" She chuckled.

"What are we doing, you and me?" She asked with a quirked eyebrow.

"Well for one," I said, deciding to just go for it. "I'm buried deep inside you."

She blinked a few times, processing, then she smirked.

"Think we could make that dream a reality?" She asked.

"Definitely," I smiled and got up. I didn't want her to see the boner in my pants, so I moved carefully. I took her hand and gracefully walked her upstairs.

I'd spread rose petals all over the bedroom floor. The bed was perfectly pristine. I'd placed the condoms filled with tiny holes in a very reachable place, so that even if she had any, I could offer first.

"My, my, someone was presumptuous," she laughed, and I pulled her to me, so she could feel my rock hard cock. She gasped a little.

"I like to be prepared, but what I'd like to do first, is taste you if you don't mind. I think it might be a feast I enjoy immensely," I purred in her ear.

"Oh, fuck yes, take me Timothée," she nodded. I kissed as much unclothed skin as I could reach, before sinking to my knees. I hiked up her dress and kissed her stomach lovingly. I pulled down the tiny panties she'd worn for me. Me, me, all for me. And I was going to be her forever.

Her cunt was beyond imagining. The idea of fucking her felt to good to be true. I blew some air on her slick folds and she squirmed. I was delighted. I grabbed her hips and dove in, lapping at her blessed entrance.

"Ohhh," she moaned, and that was it for me. My eyes rolled back into my head and I was shooting in my boxers. Fuck! She didn't need to know, I'd be careful when undressing, but it was wasted cum.

"That feels soooo good," she moaned for me as I continued to devour her, pretended my very wet boxers were her pussy, and rutting into them as I ate her out. I wouldn't let myself cum again, but some relief was desperately needed. She put a hand shakily in my hair as she whimpered.