After a short hiatus, the erotic horror story of Lindie, Randy, Charlotte, and Becca continues.
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Lindie walked into the establishment gracefully, pausing for a moment at the bar to finish a drink Erin had started an hour before. She put the glass down, and strolled casually to the table where Ned finished the last of his orgasm deep inside Erin.
"She's perfectly fine, Lindie." Ned said assuredly, ceremoniously withdrawing his still-rigid member from Erin's cum-filled pussy.
"She'd better be." Lindie said as she knelt between Erin's legs.
Charlotte felt as if she had been walking for over an hour. She also felt like she must have taken a wrong turn. The bar was only two miles from the hotel. She should have been there by now, heels or no heels. The rain made it worse. And the cold. And the nausea.
She tripped and fell. Her stomach churned, and she began to heave. She didn't get sick from drinking, whether it was alcohol, come, or anything else. She wasn't sure what was happening to her, but she was feeling something she hadn't felt before. Afraid.
She couldn't remember the last time she had vomited. What came out of her mouth was not at all what she expected. She looked hard at it, and heaved again. The unmistakable shape of a man's penis, still large despite being flaccid, complete with circumcised glans, lay in a puddle of come, energy drink, and vodka. She remembered sucking it, and even swallowing the owner's ejaculate, but she had no memory of biting it off and swallowing it whole.
Charlotte looked around and couldn't understand why there wasn't another soul in sight. Was the storm getting worse? Was everyone taking shelter? She pulled herself up, and couldn't tell where she was. She couldn't figure out how she could be so lost, or how the night could get any worse. The rain was coming down in sheets, and the wind made the drops bite into her skin.
And then, a police car shined it's light on her.
Charlotte could barely see in the rain and wind, but she could make out the dark shape that stepped out of the police cruiser. It was big, black, and foreboding.
A large dark hand reached out and picked her up by her wrist. The shape paused for a moment, taking in her small size and turning its head as if reassessing something.
A deep-toned voice spoke loudly over the rain and thunder. "You lost, little lady?" the shape asked.
Charlotte just looked up, speechless, blinking quickly as rainwater continued to hit her face.
The shape pulled her up closer. Even with her high heels, she barely came up to his armpit. The shape opened his jacket to offer whatever protection he could against the storm. He led her to the passenger door of the cruiser and she quickly got inside. He walked back over to where he had found her, looking on the ground for something, and then calmly walked back to the cruiser, taking his place in the driver's seat.
"Little lady, I don't know who you are or what you were doing out here all alone, but I think we'll go to the station right quick and get you cleaned up before we get you home, okay?" The dark man asked.
"My name is Charlotte, sir." Charlotte said, stuttering from the cold.
"Well, hello Miss Charlotte. I'm Officer Friendly." The dark man said as he held out his hand.
Erin awoke to the smell of coffee and a soft hand on her thigh.
"How are you feeling?" Sarah asked, taking a sip of her own coffee.
"Like I had a week's worth of honeymoon sex in just a few hours." Erin said as she sat up and looked at the unfamiliar room. "Where am I?"
"A bed and breakfast a few miles from the bar." Sarah said, putting her coffee down and sliding into the bed. "Did we prepare you well enough?"
"I don't think anyone can really be prepared for that. He was exactly as you said. I can't believe you had to go through that for three days. How long was I at the bar? Three hours?" Erin asked, sipping her coffee.
"Two." Sarah smiled and pulled off her t-shirt, exposing her large breasts. "I would have let him fuck me to death. I didn't want you to go into this without at least some preparation. I was lucky. I wanted you to be more than just lucky."
"If Lindi hadn't shown up when she did, do you think he would have hurt me?" Erin asked, sliding her panties off under the sheets.
"No, not intentionally, at least. He just likes to fuck, and he likes us to come. They all do." Sarah said, her hand sliding up Erin's leg to her thighs. "Remember, some of them feed off our orgasms, which seems like a perfectly symbiotic relationship, doesn't it?"
"Very." Erin said, spreading her legs and guiding Sarah's fingers to her wet, swollen slit. "Does Lindie know?"
"I think my sister knows everything, eventually. She just needs to find the right questions." Sarah said.
"I mean about us?" Erin continued.
"Lindie doesn't care," Sarah said softly. "She knows we're committed to her, to our husbands, and to each other. She knew we'd fall in love during your training long before I did. The emotional side of things... it's everything and nothing to her, now."
"And Ned? What happened after Lindie showed up?" Erin said as she lifted her bottom allowing Sarah to push her fingers a little deeper inside her.
"She licked his come from your pussy, healing it with her special kiss, then participated in a six-hour fuck fest with Ned in all his various forms." Sarah let a grin form on her face, leaned over and whispered, "I let him have me for a half hour, too, but the best part of it was tasting you on one of his beautiful, um, appendages."
Erin kissed Sarah briefly on the lips, then stifled a whimper in Sarah's neck while she came.
