One Damned Fuck
Sinistre Ange
One Damned Fuck
Ouch ouch ouch…
The incessant pounding her vagina was taking from the jack-rabbit on top of her rubbed her pussy raw. The foreplay had been over with practically before it began and Angie wished the sex was too. Unfortunately, he seemed to have more stamina than she’d anticipated. Wincing, she moaned loudly – like she was actually enjoying herself - and hoped that he would finish soon.
Thankfully her false moan and the little movement of her body apparently fooled him into thinking he’d gotten her off. As if. Jack-rabbit jerked and groaned, shuddering as he thrust home one final time, filling the condom with his jizz.
Thank god, he’s done.
Twenty minutes later she’d successfully kicked him out of her apartment, hopefully without hurting his feelings too much. Although why she cared about hurting his feelings when he’d been such a lackluster date all around… Unfortunately, that seemed to be the pattern with her, which was why she’d gotten into bed with him. Being single was hard and so far, none of her dates had interested her enough for a repeat. But jack-rabbit had been good looking and she’d been attracted enough to think that maybe she could get something out of the evening.
So much for that idea.
Pouring herself a glass of wine, Angie walked out onto her balcony, wincing a little bit at the soreness between her legs. Her pussy had taken a royal pounding and not in a good way. Even trying to use a vibrator to get herself off post-date would be too much on her poor, abused flesh. Which kind of sucked because she was still horny. The bad sex denied her the climax she wanted, but it hadn’t eradicated the need. Angie craved sex, good sex, the kind of sex that would make her moan and completely fulfill her. Even if her pussy wasn’t too chafed for a vibrator, it wouldn’t give her what she really needed.
At five feet five inches tall with a decent hourglass figure, even if she did have a little bit more on her tummy than she liked, bright green eyes and dark brown hair, Angie didn’t have any trouble getting dates. It was just that she hadn’t felt a real connection with anyone in a long time and she hadn’t had good sex in even longer. So she’d taken a chance on jack-rabbit. Too bad he’d been useless.
“What a waste,” she said to herself wistfully looking up at the stars. If she hadn’t gone on a date tonight, she could have indulged in some self-love with her vibrator and actually had an orgasm. So what if a machine wasn’t quite as satisfying as a real flesh and blood cock inside of her? It would still be better than how she was feeling now.
A shooting star flashed across the sky and Angie couldn’t help but laugh. What irony, a shooting star to wish upon after she’d already wasted tonight! “I wish I could have one good fuck… just one damned decent fuck that will give me a mind-blowing orgasm. I don’t even care who it’s from!”
There was a small pang in her pussy, as if her inner muscles had clenched. Probably in revolt at the idea of letting any other man near her goodies when they weren’t feeling so great. Or maybe just wishing she’d gotten what she’d wanted earlier.
At midnight, the air at the foot of her bed stirred, slowly forming into a tall, dark figure. Black as night, the creature chose to take the form of a large, muscular and handsome man. The only detectable difference was his glowing red eyes. A minor detail. Yanking the sheets off of the sleeping beauty he hummed with pleasure as seeing her creamy skin revealed, the pink tips of her breasts and the small patch of hair just above her slit. The majority of her pussy was shaved.
Angie groaned in protest at the cool air that was caressing her body, rousing her from slumber. Where had her sheets gone? She opened her eyes blearily, trying to peer around in the dark with nothing but the light of the street to illuminate the way.
She saw the red of his eyes first, glowing at her in the darkness, before she took in the large, muscular shape looming over her and screamed. He was like something out of a nightmare. An erotic nightmare, since other than the glowing red eyes he was a pretty attractive male specimen – although how she managed to discern the man’s features in full darkness she couldn’t tell. A dream… this must be a dream! One which involved a ridiculously hot man with glowing red eyes and the most enormous cock fisted in his hand.
"Now that's not very nice," he said in a deep voice, red eyes glinting with amusement as he shook his head mockingly. "Here I am, to fulfill your wish and all you can do is scream at me."
"My wish?" Angie asked in confusion, trying to understand what was going on. The cool air on her skin and her general sleepiness was feeling very real.
"One 'damned' decent fuck that gets you off, yes I believe that was your wish." The man smiled at her, the kind of smile that would normally make her knees weak and her heart melt, except that she was starting to wake up more fully and realize that she wasn’t dreaming. The knowledge made her heart pound as she tried to convince herself that she wasn’t really awake. She couldn’t be. Men with glowing red eyes didn’t exist. "And here I am to fulfill it."
Angie found that she couldn't move, struggle, or scream anymore as the human-looking creature climbed on the bed towards her. When she tried to move or open her mouth she just couldn’t. Which seemed to indicate that this was definitely a dream. That happened to her sometimes in dreams. Her fear spiked as the bed dipped under the man’s weight, but so did her arousal. Having a man with glowing eyes just appear in her bedroom, ready to ravish her, was one twisted erotic fantasy... but she couldn’t stop her body’s reaction any more than she could make herself move.
Kneeling between her spread legs, the creature lowered his hands to her breasts, squeezing them hard. Angie moaned as his callused palms rasped over her skin; his body temperature seemed to be higher than hers and she could feel the heat in his touch. Not hot enough to burn, but it ignited a response in her that was bordering the line between pleasure and pain, especially when he pinched her nipples between hot fingertips and tugged. She whimpered as her body responded and he chuckled. Between the eyes and how hot his skin was, she was starting to think he wasn’t even human… which meant this had to be a dream.
A dream that felt incredibly real and was starting to really turn her on.
“Oh god… that feels so good…” She arched her back, thrusting her breasts up, and suddenly she could move again. Well, parts of her could move. Her arms still felt locked into place at her sides and her ankles spread wide, but the rest of her writhed as hot need came to life inside of her.
The man spread her legs wide, and started to lower his head, a long, forked tongue flicking out of his mouth towards her pussy as he bent down. She tried to jerk away in surprise… but she couldn’t. Those red eyes seemed to glow brighter as he licked her from her little pink asshole to the top of her pussy. Angie was torn between arousal and terror as the sensation. For some reason, that one touch was starting to convince her that this wasn’t a dream, that it was real.
Then the creature's tongue split into a fork as she watched in horrified fascination, a scream catching in the back of her throat. The hungry look on his face proclaimed his satisfaction with the salty sweet taste of her pussy juices. As the thicker part of his tongue slid into her wet pussy hole, the thinner part worked its way into her tight ass.
It felt incredibly strange as neither tongue was very thick, but both went deep inside of her, wriggling all the way. The strange and unexpected sensations had Angie moaning as the creature explored every sensitive inch of the insides of her body. Her holes clenched down automatically, spasming, trying to find some kind of rhythm to the friction, to no avail.
“Oh please…” She moaned as she realized what she had just said, basically begging the human-shaped thing to do something more satisfying than tease her body with his tongue. After all, her damned wish had come about because she wanted sex that ended with a bang, not a bang that teased and never delivered! While part of her thought this had to be real, another part of her was sure she was still dreaming, an
d a third part didn’t care anymore, it just wanted the satisfaction of an orgasm.
Chuckling at her capitulation, the creature pressed his mouth firmly against the open folds of her wet flesh as his tongue thickened and pressed deeper inside of her. Angie’s hips moved up and down, rubbing her pussy against his firm lips, her swollen clit feeling like it was about to burst.
When he pulled his tongues from her, she cried out in protest; she’d been so close to orgasm that her body was throbbing with the need. Her fingers dug into the sheets in sexual frustration, her back arching as she tried to find purchase. When her eyes fluttered open the creature was smiling down at her, red eyes glinting in his handsome visage.
“Don’t worry,” he said as he settled himself between her thighs. She gasped as she looked down the length of her body and saw the monstrous cock jutting from between his legs. Somehow it had gotten even bigger than when the male form had first appeared. The thing had to be at least ten inches long and was the thickest looking dick she’d ever seen; she had the sudden urge to wrap her fingers around it, to test its strength and weight. Veins covered the shaft, making it look ridged and bumpy. The bulbous head was thick and fat, oozing a white cream that looked thicker and more viscous than a human’s was.
Half overcome by lust, Angie still writhed, her frozen body attempting to pull away from the frightening weapon. There was no way that thing could fit inside of her! He’d tear her apart! Just trying to fit that fat head into her body was an overwhelming thought, much less the long shaft that came behind it!
"Don't worry female,” the creature said, pushing her thighs wider as Angie moaned in sensual need and fear. He ran his hands up to fondle her breasts, digging his nails in so that she danced on the edge of pain and pleasure. “It will all fit. In fact, I think you’ll find that you enjoy this quite a lot... and I can do something your puny human males can't."
He glanced down at his crotch, Angie followed his gaze, and then she screamed soundlessly as the monstrous cock began to split. Not a painful split, no blood or anything gory, but just an expansion that turned the one giant cock into two cocks, one on top of the other. The one on top was only a little smaller than it had been originally, with the one beneath about half the size of it, about the size her date from tonight’s cock had been, and pointed directly at her asshole.
The creature grinned as she screamed, over and over again, her throat muscles working over time without making any sound at all. Gripping her by her hips, he dragged her body towards where he knelt between her thighs; like a slow-motion horror flick she could only watch in terror as he came closer and closer. Even though the monstrous cock was now slightly smaller than it had been originally, it would still be the biggest thing that she’d ever had anywhere near her pussy and she’d never had anything bigger than a finger in her asshole.
Even though the creature’s tongue had made her asshole tingly when he’d explored it, that didn’t mean she wanted a dick in there to follow! Besides, other than that the saliva coating that slippery tongue, there had been no other kind of lubrication to that tight hole. Surely, he couldn’t mean to…
But he did.
Angie was frozen in place by his eyes, only her expressions able to change as the creature watched. Hardness pressed at the entrance to her pussy, followed immediately by a pressure on her anus that grew and grew and grew as she screamed again. Just like her other screams, it went unheard.
It didn’t even hurt that badly yet, but her fear was overwhelming and the growing pressure was becoming more than just uncomfortable. She could actually feel both holes of her body opening to accept the cocks that were seeking entrance; the wet tips were leaking fluid to facilitate the erotic invasion. When the head of his cock finally breached her virgin anus, pushing into her hole simultaneously with the one above it, she felt her entire body clench down.
Shockingly, a ripple went through her that had nothing to do with pain and everything to do with pleasure. The creature laughed, seeing the confusion on her face, his large hands pulling on her waist and further impaling her on his cocks. She moaned soundlessly, every one of her muscles spasming as her body stretched to accommodate the invading shafts.
It was pain, it was pleasure, her body screaming out for orgasm and, at the same time, screaming for him to stop because she thought she might go insane with the amount of sensation rioting through her. She felt stuffed full, like a pastry with too much filling, her sphincter spasming in protest as the thick meat delved deeper into her bowels. Yet her pussy was weeping copious amounts of fluid, which leaked down to her asshole and helped to lubricate the length of the creature’s second cock as he began to work his hips back and forth.
The dragging sensation as he began to retreat from her body left her gasping, only to scream again as he pushed back in. She didn’t know which one was worse… which one was better… everything was mixed and confused and she was burning up inside from the overwhelming desire to cum.
He worked his cocks back and forth in her body, pushing in deeper with every stroke, his thick shafts dragging against her walls with every thrust. Her nerves were on fire with the mingled sensations, a tight coiling deep in her belly would have had her begging if she’d been able to speak.
Almost as soon as she had the thought, her vocal cords were suddenly free, her gasps and moans filling the room as the creature fucked her deeper.
“Oh god… Oh god…”
He laughed, dark and delicious, a sinful kind of laugh that tingled up the base of her spine. “God has nothing to do with this, sweetheart.”
With a violent thrust he shoved completely inside of her, filling her to the brim, and she could feel the heat of his body as he ground his pelvis against her clit. She cried out, this time in ecstasy as a small orgasm broke over her, pleasure ricocheting through her shocked body. It felt as if both of her orifices were stretched to their maximum limit and it was the most incredible thing she’d ever experienced. The adrenaline and fear only enhanced her climax, her body rippling and clenching around the two cocks.
The creature reached up and grasped her breasts, squeezing them tightly in his dark hands. Angie looked down the length of her body, gasping at the contrast between his black hands and her pale skin, pain shooting through her as he pinched her nipples between strong fingers and rolled them. She’d never considered herself a masochist, but the fine edge she was dancing on now, that thin wire between pleasure and pain, was as exciting as it was frightening.
“Oh please…” She groaned, her hips rolling, moving against the creature’s slow steady thrusts. The head of his cock dragged against her g-spot, igniting a fiery need inside of her that was stronger than any of her other emotions, more demanding than her instinct for self-preservation.
“Please what? Please let you go?” The creature laughed again and she shuddered, suddenly in control of her muscles.
She should have run. She should have screamed and fought. She should have done a thousand different things, but instead she reached out and grabbed his arms, her body jack-knifing off the bed as she worked herself back against his thrusting hips.
Laughter bounced off the walls, filling her ears with such a rich, throbbing sound that she thought she might orgasm from that alone.
The pleasure billowed out from her pussy, filling her body with a tingling warmth as she came with a scream. Her breath sobbed out as stars exploded behind her eyes, her body spasming around his thrusting cocks. The ring of her asshole burned as it tightened, unable to slow the bruising pace of his forceful fucking. It was the most intense orgasm of her life as the creature ground himself against her, forcing her to ride out every single wave of ecstasy even as the pain spiraled higher.
A high-pitched scream tore her throat as the creature pumped on and on, seeming as though his stamina would never end. If she’d been able to, she would have begun fighting him again, overwhelmed by the sensations that were swamping her. The pleasure was too much, so intense that it was becoming painful, and
her gripping holes were completely incapable of keeping up with the brutal thrusts of the twin cocks. The creature continued to slap against her overstimulated clit as her screams and pleas changed, begging him to stop as she went into sensory overload. The huge cocks pounded in and out of her, her breasts burning as the demon’s hands squeezed and twisted them.
“Please… oh god, please stop…”
Laughter swirled around her again.
“It’s too much! Please… please just cum! Just cum, just cum in me!” Anything to make it end.
“As you wish.”
The demon’s hips moved at an inhuman speed, leaving the walls of her tunnels burning from the rough friction, before he buried himself completely inside of her. Angie’s throat was already aching, now it burned almost as much as her pussy as she screamed again. An orgasm ripped through her, unwanted and shocking; she convulsed and tightened, her vision going dark as the most appalling sensation shot through her painful ecstasy.
Burning lava filled her, spurting deep inside of her, and she sobbed as she realized the creature was cumming, as requested. If she’d known how hot his semen was going to be, she would have never asked. It felt like her entire lower body was filling up with viscous, searing fluid.
She did the only thing she could do at that point… she fainted.
When Angie came to, she was alone in her room. She moaned when she tried to move, her muscles immediately protesting. Stifling a whimper, she turned onto her side and grimaced as a thick wetness squelched between her legs. Looking down she stared in horror at the black, sticky, coolly drying fluid that coated her pussy and upper thighs, as well as puddling on her mattress.
It hadn’t been a dream.
Reaching down, she gingerly touched her sore pussy and quivered as she remembered the pain… and the pleasure. She’d asked for one damned good fuck, and the creature had given it to her, on his terms.
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