Roommate Removal

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John peeked through the door to Melissa's room. She sat in a gaming chair at her desk, streaming a popular first-person shooter to an audience of around ten thousand. He and the audience knew that she was wearing her beach dress with the thin shoulder straps and the black and white stripes, the hem pushed up just enough to tease a hint of the lacey white thong underneath. Only he knew that she had his cum in her belly, emptied into her only fifteen minutes prior.

Melissa Moore, twenty-one years old, was his roommate and fucktoy of three months. She streamed video games for a living, didn't pay any rent but John didn't really care. As far as he was concerned, getting to stuff her full of cock whenever he wanted was payment enough. As he stood there by the door watching her, he stroked himself through his sweatpants. The blowjob she'd given him earlier hadn't been enough to satisfy him. He decided he was going to help himself to more.

He stepped into the room, cock out and still stroking, and walked up to Melissa's chair. He glimpsed himself in the recording and the lightning-fast chatbox that erupted with emotes when he and his cock came into view. He grabbed a handful of Melissa's brown hair and guided the glistening head to her mouth.

She grunted, more in surprise than protest, but her mouth yielded to his length. He stuffed himself deep down her throat, held it until she gagged, brought it back up and thrust his hips, his balls smacking into her chin. She strained to keep our eye on her game while she sucked his cock, only to die over and over. Not that she was all that good to begin with. John knew most just watched for her tits and the occassional flash, when she was feeling generous. He reached down to squeeze the modest C-cups while he worked his hips.

"Hope you're enjoying the stream, fellas." He flashed a cheeky grin. "Figured I'd show you a little technique since most of you are probably getting sucked off now anyway."

Melissa's hand bobbed dutifully up and down his cock. She still played her game, better adjusted to the awkward position. Her throaty moans filled the gaps between the wet escape of air and the smack of her lips. He grabbed a handful of hair and held it out of the way behind her head.

"That's a good girl. Keep suckin."

John felt his balls and his cock swell as he approached climax. His knees wobbled, his vision blurred as a white-hot orgasm struck him. He shot a sticky load down her throat, filling her belly with more of his cum, and she sucked it all down until he was empty. He pulled out and smeared the tip against her nose and mouth, leaving residual seed on her face for the viewers to see.

"Hope you enjoyed that." He looked at the chatbox exploding with comments. "I know I did."

Melissa licked her lips and turned her attention back to the game. "Done? I've got to keep playing."

John dug into his pocket for the knife he had stuffed there. "Yea, just one more thing."

She was too busy gaming to see the knife but she sure felt it. A loud gurgle escaped her mouth as he hacked into her throat. The blade had severed an artery and blood sprayed all across the screen. Melissa dropped her controller, grabbed her bleeding neck and gawked at him, eyes bulging in shock and pain. Her bloodied lips opened and closed like a goldfish, mouthing silent words. Her eyes pleaded with him to stop but he kept on slicing through flesh and cartilege until he reached the spinal column. Her entire throat was open at this point so he took her head in both hands and ripped it from her body. The headless Melissa spammed and twitched and shuddered in her seat and then went limp, her body and her bladder relaxing. The severed head still moved, eyes blinking rapidly and lips gaping. Eventually her eyes went blank and her mouth slack as the last vestige of life left her.

John stuck his cock down her open mouth, holding the head level to his crotch. Melissa's eyes stared blank at his pubic hair, her lips moved effortlessly up and down his length. He blew another load into her wet mouth and some of the cum leaked out of the open cavity of her neck stump. He held up the head, dripping with blood and spunk, to the camera for the audience to see, all 10,000 of those viewers on the other end of the screen. The chat was going too fast for his eyes to track.

"Thanks for watching," he said, with a smug grin, as he switched off Melissa's final stream.

He met the eyes of her severed head and glanced at the headless corpse slumped in the chair. "Eh," he said, with a shrug. "I'll fuck the rest of you later."