Page 24 of Dark Visions

Her breasts were spilling from a bra that was easily two sizes too small. He took the scalpel from his scrub pants and gently ran it down the center of the bra. Her breasts burst free, and he sighed at the large rosy nipples. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her husband smiling at them. The sick fuck was enjoying the little show.

She started to kneel before him, but he gripped her hair and pulled her toward the sofa. Leaning her over the back, giving her husband the full view of his wife’s luscious breasts dangling over the thick cushions. Krauss gripped the edges of her skirt and ripped the garment free of her body. She squealed in surprise, and he slapped her ass hard.

The husband looked up, surprised by the act, and then smiled a little nod at Krauss. His cock was being sucked, so he didn’t really give a fuck what the stranger did to his wife. Without warning, he slammed into the redhead, his dick buried, balls deep into her wet pussy. Reaching around her body, he gripped her tits hard and squeezed with all his might as she cried out in pain.

“Shut the fuck up!” he yelled.

She nodded, and he moved harder against her as he watched the blonde suck off her husband. He howled his release in the blonde’s mouth, her plump red lips slick with his juice. She allowed her tongue to glide across her mouth in a seductive grin. It was all the motivation Krauss needed as he released inside the man’s wife.

“Now, you two,” he said, staring at the redhead and pointing to his beautiful blonde. “You two on the floor now. I want to see you go down on her.”

The redhead smiled at the man. She didn’t know his name, didn’t need to know his name. They were part of an elite club. Every member vetted, and every person knew what might wait for him or her.

The blonde sprawled out on the plush rug of the living room floor, her legs wide, revealing a slick, shaved pussy. She was much thinner than the redhead, her hip bones protruding, her pert fake breasts mounted on her chest. The redhead knelt between her legs and opened her wide, running her tongue up her wet slit. She tasted sweet, and the blonde woman smiled down at her, fisting her hair in her hands.

Krauss gripped his cock and stroked while watching, noting that the husband was doing the same. He didn’t want anything to do with the old man, but if he wanted to play that game, Krauss would play until he got what he wanted. He’d get his outcome no matter. Sure enough, the old man stood and walked toward him. Setting a hand on his shoulder, he continued to pump his cock looking between the women and Krauss.

Disgusting old bastard, thought Krauss. It didn’t matter. He watched the women go at it with each other, and when they both lay spent from their encounter, Krauss walked toward them and ordered them on their knees in front of him. His fist gripped tighter and pumped harder, the hot liquid spraying on their faces.

He would need to make sure he cleaned it up later. Anything left behind might be used against him.

“Let’s take this upstairs,” said the redhead. “We have a room all prepared for whatever mess we want to create.”

She smiled at the other couple and swung her hips up the stairs, her husband obediently following. Krauss grinned at the blonde. In their world, that would mean they had a playroom with plastic covering everything. No mess. No clean up.

Perfect.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Kane took his time with Aislinn, enjoying the exploration of every inch of her body. She had the soft curves that he adored. Her voluptuous breasts beckoned for his touch. Her legs were well-toned from hours of yoga to help her relax. Her stomach had the smallest of curves, indicating how much she loved food but didn’t over-indulge.

Everything about her made Kane hard and protective. Three days, more or less, and he already felt as if she belonged to him. There would never be another. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. He knew it would hit him sooner or later. He just never figured that the woman would actually reciprocate the feelings.

Once the poster boy for the all-American, good-looking Army officer, Kane spent months in the hospital and then in rehab looking at himself in the mirror. The ugly raised scars, the multiple skin grafts, the pain, every day hoping that someone would see beyond it all or just put him out of his fucking misery. Every time he tried, every time he attempted to date someone, their reactions varied from pity to absolute repulsion. Until he finally gave up on dating altogether and succumbed to the ‘satisfy thyself’ method.

His hand skimmed over the smooth, soft skin of Aislinn’s breasts, and his rigid cock dug into her hip. She moaned, her hips rising, begging him for more.

“Please, Kane, please,” she whispered.

“Tell me what you want, Aislinn. Say it, baby. I won’t do it without your okay,” he said in a husky voice.

“I want you. I want you inside me, Kane. Please, make me yours.”

Fuck! That was all he needed to hear. She was his. His and his alone, but this would ensure that she was his. He reached into the bedside table and pulled out a condom, praying it wasn’t too old. He opened the package, rolling it onto his long throbbing cock. Aislinn watched his every move, like a student studying the master.

“Open for me, baby,” he said, balancing himself on his elbows above her. Aislinn opened her thighs wide, her knees high, one foot rubbing the back of Kane’s thigh. He touched her opening. So fucking tight, he grimaced. She gasped, biting her lip, and he stilled.

“Please, Kane, don’t stop,” she said seductively.

Kane gently pushed forward a little at a time. He had his fair share of virgins in his day, but Aislinn was something beyond his dreams. She was beautiful, almost angelic, tight as fuck, and so sweet and innocent. He inched further, and the pained expression on her face made him still once more.

“Kane, if you don’t move forward, I’m going to move from this bed and handle it myself,” she said sweetly.

He grinned down at his little wildcat and kissed her sweetly, then took her mouth with such force she could barely breathe. That’s when Kane drove into her hard, fast, and furious. She felt the sting, the stretch, the burning that she knew was inevitable and cried into his mouth. He stopped, kissing her face sweetly, and she took in deep breaths.

“I’m sorry, baby. I was trying to make it easier for you. I’m sorry. It will be better next time,” he cooed.

“Don’t you dare say you’re sorry! This is the most beautiful thing that’s ever happened to me, Kane. This is perfect. You’re perfect.”

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