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“I…” he looks at me with sympathy before glancing away. “I’m sorry for the inconvenience ma’am, but I need to check your vehicle.” Flustered and flabbergasted are not even the words! This has never happened in all the years I’ve come to visit, but what the fuck ever. I just want to go home, so I unbuckle and go to get out, but he holds the door. “There’s no need for you to exit. If you just pop the trunk, I can check myself… you know, because of the rain.”

“Thank you.” I close my eyes, thankful for the reprieve. It seems I’m gettingsomeslack today. I pop my trunk, and he goes and checks it, but I side-eye the fuck out of him when he starts ruffling shit around, causing a ruckus back there. “What the hell is he doing?” I grumble.

Just as I go to get out, he slams the trunk down and knocks on it.

“You’re all good,” he yells out and curl my lip, upset as I zoom off, but it’s the silliest thing I could have done because the rain randomly picks up, so I have to slow down going down the winding road. When I drive for the two hours it usually takes me to get home, I notice I haven’t even covered thirty miles in this deluge. The rain gets so damn thick I literally can’t see a thing, no matter how hard my windshield wipers work.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” I mumble, chewing my lip when I have to pull to a stop because the road in front of me is covered in water, and I know based on the fact that it’s an underpass to a highway if I go even a foot forward, I’m going to be stuck like chuck.

Quickly I back up, thankful there are no other cars on the road, and drive around looking for a clear road, only to feel my heart sink when I see all the damn roads are closed.Fffuuuuccckkkkk!

I smash my hands against the steering wheel and slowly drive forward to the only road that’s open. I follow the path all the way until the road gives way to dirt, but I can’t even stop because it seems the water is like a wave following me wherever I drive.

By the time I’m about to stop, I’m so deep in the woods, and the sky is so dark I can’t even see, even with the high beams on. But God really must love me because I see a small cabin that doesn’t look inviting at all in front of me, but beer can not and will not be fucking chooser ta-damn-day!

I debate whether I should try seeing if someone is home or staying my car, but my choice is made for me when the water starts to rise in my car, and I’m forced to grab my purse, hop out, and run over to the cottage that’s fortunately on a hill and is not too heavy withe water but I know that will change later with the downpour…Shit…

My heart races as I look out at my sinking car, groaning,howww do iiiii sayyy good byeeee… ugh. I just know my shit is gone gone!before turning to the dark, ominous house, where my legs feel weak.

I have no weapon or anything to defend myself, but I can’t stay out here, so I muster the courage to knock, but no one answers.Shit.After about five minutes of bamming on the door and yelling for help with no answer, I give up on thinking anyone is inside. Slowly, I place my hand on the knob, praying that it will open.

I twist, heart actually unable to pound any harder at the thought of it being locked and having to break it down, though I sigh with relief when the knob twists easily and with a little jimmying, I’m able to crack the door open, peeking inside.

“Helllloooo!” I call out, listening for any sound over the rain, but I hear nothing. Before I step into the house, I fish my lighter out of my purse, flickering it on, looking around and calling out for a bit, but I sigh when I find it’s actually deserted. Luckily for me, the cottage is not only deserted, but it’s actually not as filthy as one would assume.

The inside is small and quaint, but it’s clean enough, and the furniture, though it has dust on it, is not horrible. There is a cozy rug and the floor and after close inspection, I see there are no bugs either.Thank fucking God!

I look around and spot a light switch and I go over to turn it on, but it’s a no go. Groaning, I look around, sighing happily when I find some candles and light them, grinning from ear to ear when I see the inside is not as decrepit as I assumed it would be.

I mean, clearly it’s not been lived based on the dust on the old furniture, but it’s livable. For safety, I go through the house and check the single bedroom and closet, and under the bed, pleasantly surprised when I see that the sheets in the room are clean enough for me to rest on, even if they need a dusting. I then make my way to the bathroom, that is just as surprising by the size and cleanliness of it.

It’s spacious a with a nice distance from the toilet the the shower slash tub. thanking the lord when the water runs hot and clean.

Call me crazy, but the hot water is calling my name, so I set the candle down and strip, stepping into the clawfoot tub, allowing the water to run over my tired, cold body, groaning.

“Fuck, this feels so good,” I sigh as the steaming hot water works the chill from my bones.

I go to turn around, but before I can, I feel a steaming hot body press against my back, scorching me.What the fu—I attempt to turn around again, heart racing, but I don’t even get the opportunity because a knife presses against my throat.

“Please… I?—”

“Kneel,” he hisses, the word raw, animalistic, and clearly a command that leaves no room for rejection. The blade presses deeper, forcing me to bite my lip to hold back the whimper I want to let out when I feel it puncture my skin, drawing blood. My heart beats so fucking hard and loud in my chest I can barely breathe as I go to my knees, shaking. “Turn around,” he growls, and I do just that, coming face to face with something deadly.

In this situation, I want to recoil, not in disgust but rather because I’m baffled that dicks this size exist! I feel as if I’m staring down a python. The head is so wide I don’t know if my lips would fit around it.This mother fucker is about as big and wide as my forearm!

My breath catches in my throat when it leaks an enormous glob of precum, making me squeak out and glance up, wanting to know not only my assailant but who the fuck this elephant trunkbelongs to. However, nothing could have prepared me for the familiar brown eyes that the lone flame flickers in, glaring down at me. He towers over me with the same eyes that sucked me in and had me playing with my pussy in the prison bathroom.What the fuck is happening...

“Now that I have your fucking attention, open those pretty lips and wrap them around my dick like a good girl,” he growls, not letting up on the sharp-ass knife at my throat. Reality dawns on me, and tears spill from my eyes.

“O… okay, but can you at l-least tell me if you g-got an STD?!” I cry, and he grabs the back of my hair and slaps my face with his big ass dick before he forces my mouth open and shoves it so far down my throat that his shit goes well past my esophagus, going so deep my pussy clenches tight at the brutal groan he lets out.

“Fuuuuuuucccccckkkkkkk!” He throws his head back, groaning, grasping my hair tighter, shoving his dick down my throat repeatedly while grunting. “Shiiiiiiiiit yeah, suck that dick, bitch,” he groans, and I hate it… I hate that his nasty words send shivers down my spine and juices flowing out of my pussy.

The nasty gagging sounds resounding throughout the bathroom have me shaking as he uses me unabashedly and relentlessly.

“Fuck!” He slams into me so roughly I feel confused. Blowjobs have always been a thing I enjoy. My mouth is sensitive, and I can cum so easily from his dick sliding against my tongue that this nigga might as well be fucking my pussy, leaving my eyesrolling to the back of my head, moaning when he glares down at me, chuckling.

“Look at my nasty little bitch getting off sucking my dick! Down that shit like my good girl and I’ll reward you with something nice and sticky,” he grunts, pressing the knife into my neck, slightly cutting me. I feel so fucking insane that as the knife grazes my flesh drawing blood, I cream so hard my pussy makes an ungodly sound, and he sneers down at me.

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