Page 10 of Now You See Him
Flannel fluttered to the ground, and his skin was slick already as she raked her nails over his chest and the ridges in his abs. Her bra was ripped off her arms, her tits bouncing as they were freed. She was dragged to the floor, shoved onto her back. Derrick slapped her tit hard enough to sting, shooting a bolt of pleasure straight to her core. She sobbed, demanding, begging for more.
With the cold concrete biting against her shoulder blades, and Derrick’s hulking form over her, he tore her jeans down her legs. She panted, desperate and needy. Her mind was clear of all thoughts except chasing her pleasure as she kicked at the fabric, pinching her nipples, desperately trying to alleviate the ache. The sound of his belt buckle hitting the floor was just as loud, and in one blissful, filthy move, Derrick’s fingers plunged into her soaking-wet cunt. She came the minute he was two knuckles deep and his thumb pressed hard against her swollen clit. The orgasm was like a hurricane that shredded her sanity.
Was it possible for her to scream so loud that her own eardrums vibrated from the sound? Her back arched off the floor as she was taken over with pleasure. Then she felt the broad head of his penis and could only think how familiar he felt against the slick folds of her pussy, but there was something different about it. It fit inside her in a way that was so deliciously perfect.
She knew this cock, felt this before. She recognized the ridges, the size. Panic fluttered on the edges of her consciousness, and she was briefly aware that what she was doing was wrong. This wasn’t a dream; this was reality.
In the dark, hands gripped her wrists and yanked her hands over her head, holding her prisoner while another set of hands continued to hold her spread open.
There were two sets of hands.
Before she could process that information, Derrick shoved deep inside of her in one sharp, near-painful thrust. She screamed again. He robbed her of her sense, of her strength, of her breath, as he filled her up so, so good.
As her hands remained immobile, Derrick pushed her knees to her chest and leaned forward until she felt like his cock was in her chest, in her throat. He began to rut into her. Tina felt her back scrape against the concrete, and she strained against her shackled wrists. She still couldn’t see Derrick’s face, couldn’t smell him, or pull him close, so she closed her eyes and let him fuck her harder than she’d ever been used, ever been fucked before.
Just as she tilted her head back, lost in pleasure, she felt him, she feltsomeone, grip her jaw and pry her mouth open. Derrick railed her as another dick, thick and long, was shoved into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. She gagged, struggling against the force of the intrusion. It had been a while, so it tookher a minute to remember to breathe through her nose, to relax her throat.
Tina wasn’t scared. She was having the best sex ever with cock in her mouth and in her dripping-wet pussy. She was delirious with it as orgasms rolled over her one after another until her legs were shaking from the intensity of her pleasure. She didn’t know how long she’d been fucked, a fucktoy, her throat and cunt so full. Just as she was sure she was going to pass out, the dick in her mouth slipped from between her lips and a stream of cum shot out to cover her mouth and then her tits.
Derrick’s thrusts were hard, erratic, crucifying, as he cupped her ass cheeks, tilted her hips up and drove into her. The mother of all orgasms built inside her like a tsunami. Over and over, the feelings crescendo, until her mind was blank, her body was alive with sensation, and she couldn’t do anything but embrace the wild erotic explosion that burst inside her. Then Derrick was pulling out and spraying his cum on her naked abdomen.
She gasped for air, desperate to breathe through the madness, as slowly but surely her thoughts began to return. There was rustling, the scrap of a belt buckle against concrete, then footsteps in the dark.
A moment later, the lights flickered on and Tina sat up slowly, aware that she was still in the basement, shreds of her naked clothes strewn around her. More importantly, she had cum all over her tits and her stomach. She’d been fucked by two cocks.
As she gingerly got to her feet, she felt the aches and pains in all the right spots. Just the memory of her orgasm was enough to make her shiver again.
But it also reminded her that she’d just cheated on her fiancé.
But more importantly, who did she cheat on him with?
Chapter
Five
Tina vaguely recalled gathering her clothes and phone, stumbling upstairs, and running into the bathroom, where she immediately jumped in the shower. She closed her eyes, tipped her head back, and let the hot water wash away the physical remnants of her infidelity. She didn’t know how long she stood there under the hot spray. The shower stall and bathroom had filled with steam, and she could barely see two inches in front of her face.
That’s when the tears came hot and fast. Then the sobs. Her body ached, deliciously sore and also fatigued with the heavy weight of guilt. She grabbed her soap and began scrubbing every inch of skin, from her fingertips to her toes. She washed her hair, too. Her arms ached from scrubbing her thick black curls twice until they were squeaky-clean. She knew it was pointless to go through the scrubbing ritual. Nothing could erase what she’d done, nor how good it felt.
And she hated herself, absolutely detested the fact that if she were in the same position again, she’d probably make the same choice. Minus the part where she was terrified of the supernatural now when she’d never had that fear before.
Twenty minutes later, she was finally ready to step outside of the shower stall with two very clear realizations: The first was that she’d had sex with Derrick, and both of them had been…consumed with something that was out of their control. She had consented to his touch, felt like she would’ve died without it. The second was that there’d been another person in that basement with them. However, when the lights flicked on, there’d been no sign of anyone else in the room. But there’d been cum. Two loads. One on her face and chest, the second on her abdomen.
She strode back into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around her midsection and saw that her robe had been draped over the side of the bed. It had been hanging in her closet that morning.
Her throat tightened, and she felt the soreness from where she’d choked on a thick cock. Her hand rested over the front of her neck, and she closed her eyes for just a moment as she remembered the quick thrusts filling her mouth. Who’d left her robe out for her? Was it…no.
She walked over to the bedside table where she’d left her phone before her shower. Just as she unlocked the device, a new message popped up.
SUTTER CONSTRUCTION:
Hi Tina, this is Derrick. I got your message about coming by to look at your hot water heater, and your door. I’m tied up this week, but I can come next Tuesday if that works for you.
“What the hell?”Tina typed back a quick response.
TINA:
Wait, are you joking
