Read A Dark & Creamy Night Online
Authors: Eliza DeGaulle
Against my will, I was getting just that. I felt the leak of precum into my pussy as he pistoned into my aching, helpless body. My tongue hung out, every thrust sending me higher up, towards that lustful, orgasmic mountain, an orgasm far stronger than anything I'd ever known. Even as parts of my mind protested, lust won. "Yes, please – knock me up." I think that's what I said, anyway. It was all in a slur of incoherence. But I knew what I meant as I spoke between moans, joy clear on my face.
"Scream for me, slut. Scream for me!" he commanded. I obeyed.
My body began to quake. Blissful tsunamis crashed over my body from my pussy, my clit, my breasts, everything. Everything that could do something resembling an orgasm, did. Even parts of my body I didn't know could. Muscles contracting, weeping moans. My core convulsed, and with his cock all the way deep inside me, it squeezed him, rippling through, milking that cock.
If it wasn't enough, a secondary orgasm came from me as his thick cock began to fire his seed. The lash of virile seed into my pussy, flooding my sex, it was all part of my true fantasy. It was a warm cream, igniting my core in delightful heat, something that dragged out my pleasure even longer as my assailant continued to grunt, and drained the rest of the cum from his balls into me.
My legs were useless and I fell forward as I lost my last bit of support when he let go of my arms, his cock sliding out of my exhausted cunt. My face hit the grass, my ass in the air. "Goddamn you cum hard. Squeezed my dick so hard you cut off my circulation." He slapped my ass, a spike of pain on top of the feeling of his sperm leaking out of me and down my thigh.
I said nothing in response. I was still trying to catch my breath from everything that had just happened to me. I wanted to do nothing to interrupt the glow I enjoyed.
"Usually, I don't make it a habit to use the same victim twice, but I might just make an exception for you, slut." He cackled, the crackling of the leaves under his feet as he pulled up his pants and left me shuddering on the ground, caring little for what happened to me next.
What the hell is wrong with me that I enjoyed something so depraved, so cruel?
I stewed on the ground for some time. Soreness and ecstasy dueled for control, until I finally managed to start to push myself up. My ass was killing me – but in a way I didn't really mind. My legs were weak, wobbly, each step calling back a bit of the orgasms I endured. I stumbled over to the tatters of my clothes. The hood I was wearing, which had survived the ordeal, was from a sexy red riding hood costume. It did nothing for modesty.
With another breath, I sat down next to the tree of my incident. I needed a bit more rest before I headed back. I wondered if Roman was okay. The man who took me seemed like an asshole, but he wasn't a murderer. God, I'm already justifying that he wasn't such a bad guy. I'm really disgusted with myself.
I heard more crunching leaves. He wasn't coming back, was he? I tensed up. Even if my body was fighting me, always hungry for more, I needed rest. My mind knew the flesh was weak and had no clue what was good for it. But it was two figures emerging from the thick woods. "Roman!" I pushed myself to my feet.
"Cait! Was wondering where you went off to. How'd you manage to get lost when I was taking a piss? Granted, I was going for a while, but yeesh girl. And what happened to your dress?"
Two things. One, I remembered what a God-awful actor Roman was. Given all the scratches I had on my chest, the cum leaking onto my thigh, and how I just generally looked like I got hit by a very sexy train, you'd think my soul mate would show far more concern for me.
Two, there was a man with him. "Hey, Alec," I breathed out. My boyfriend's best friend stood by his side. Slightly bigger than him, perhaps the biggest giveaway was the fact that he was trying to hide a mask behind his back. Not to mention the fact he was wearing the exact same outfit as Roman.
I was never in any real danger.
My boyfriend can be an idiot sometimes, but he has good taste in friends. Sexy friends.
"Nice tits, Caitlyn." He smiled. I covered myself with my hands, bashfully. Not like he hadn't seen everything before.
"Sorry, I had a bit of an accident. Bad series of branches. You know how it is. Tore up my dress, bra, panties."
"I ran into Alec just now, what a coincidence, right?" Roman beamed. "Turns out he bought the same mask I did. And then we both showed up wearing our favorite outfits from the senior year in high school. Isn't that hilarious?"
Alec and I stared at Roman for a good moment.
"Oh. Okay then."
Alec walked over and placed a hand on my shoulder. "I have a party to get to. I hope you two lovebirds enjoy yourselves. Should I tell them to hold up for you?"
"Won't be necessary. Thank you, Alec," I said, never taking my eyes off Roman.
"Right. Good night, you two." The crunching of leaves and branches continued as he went on his way.
Tears started to form in my eyes. "You asshole." I shook my head, looking away from Roman.
"Wait, I thought that's what you wanted?"
"You, brilliant, maniacal asshole. I told you I didn't care if that never happened. But you – you told him everything."
"Yeah. I tried to remember all of it."
"I didn't say anything about getting fucked in the ass."
"I told Alec to have fun with it and improvise if he wanted."
"What about if I get pregnant from him?"
"I told him whatever happens, the kid's mine."
I laughed. It was ridiculous. My boyfriend, the love of my life, had arranged for my rape and possible impregnation. For my sick, twisted fantasies to come true. Safely, of course, with someone he could trust. Who, even if I didn't know at the time, I could trust. Even as exhausted as I was, I jumped on him, my arms cradling his neck. "Have I told you I love you today?"
"Twice."
"I love you, I love you, I love you. There, we're up to five. And you deserve twice, no, thrice as many. I never came so hard in my life. I don't care if it was his cock. That was you doing it."
He ran his fingers through my hair, showed me a warm smile, and then he dropped to one knee in front of me.
All little girls at some point imagine a time when the love of their life pops the question. They put themselves in a heartwarming scenario. Dinner at a ludicrously fancy restaurant. On top of the Empire State Building. On a fabulous vacation in Europe.
No one ever imagines being asked naked, except for a red hood and shoes, in the middle of dark forest, sore as all hell with another man's cum running down your leg.
"Will you marry me, Caitlyn?"
"Of course!" I didn't hesitate a moment. I think I started saying it before he even said my name. He slid the ring on me, bringing the count of things I wore to three.
Another hug. "You were either going to love me or hate me for that. And if that went right, I was gonna ask. Went so much better than I thought." We hugged more. I know we were hugging a lot, but we're two people in love. Getting married. Excuse our diabetes-inducing-sweetness. "So, did you wanna head home, get changed, head to the party, announce our engagement?"
But even through the greatest orgasm of my life, having the architect of it here, in my arms, was enough to make a girl horny again. "Fuck the party, hubby."
"Oh, what do you want to do then?" He flashed a sly grin.
"
Daddy
, your little girl just got used and abused just now. I think I need you to kiss my booboos and make me feel better." I gave him my dreaded puppy dog eyes.
"Daddy didn't bring a condom, sweetie."
"That's okay,
Daddy
. Your little girl might already be knocked up. You can cum inside her all you want, now." Our tongues met, twisting with one another as I fell back onto the grass, Roman right on top me, his hands running up my thigh, his hard on pressing against my stomach through his pants.
As he slid down my body and brought his tongue to my pussy, I started to think if he'd ever arrange something like that again.
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"Why would I do that Blake? I have a college education!" His hands were rigid on my forearms. "I don't know the first thing about drugs..."
"Again, it's Officer Masterson to you. Showing some respect will help your case." My barista's blouse was yanked against my torso, straining against my breasts. "You know, looking like this, I have good suspicion that you might be prostituting yourself too. The charges just keep adding up don't they, Claire?"
I hated my work uniform even more now. I just had to stand and take his abuse, hoping he would show clemency somewhere along the line.
"I'm going to have to search you to see if you're hiding anything else from me." An even rougher tug against the shirt busted some of the buttons against my breasts. His hands cradled my bra, pulling down the cups, the back strap riding into my back. With a grunt from him, my support, broke, exposing me to him. He pushed my breasts apart, rolling them in his fingers, looking over the underside.
I gasped in shock. "What...What're you doing...Bl...Officer?"
"Searching you. I have reasonable suspicion. Isn't anything you can do about."
Blood rushed to my nipples under his touch, and my heart started to thud even faster. Oh God, what was he going to do to me? Fingers went down my sides, finishing the job on my blouse buttons, hands pressing against every bit of my flesh he made bare, in his search for narcotics. I doubted others received friskings so thorough.
He slid down to my skirt, also cut so short due to the bar's demands. It was held together with a simple latch, a flick of a finger would unhook it. Officer Masterson however, didn't care, tearing it at the weak point in its seams. What if someone else drove by, seeing me like this, with my breasts poking out, and my panties open to the wind? I shuddered as he continued to my hips, my thighs, places where I couldn't hide anything if I even wanted to, his grip strong against my skin.