Now, I might not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I knew that something wasn't quite right when I woke up and found myself shackled to a large wooden frame fixed to a wall in a small, windowless room that, if I wasn't very much mistaken, looked and smelled like an old, damp cellar.
Yep, something was definitely amiss.
I blinked hard desperately trying to clear the fog from my head. The last thing I remember was sitting in that coffee shop, sipping my drink and...
I stared straight ahead, still trying to focus.
That's right, I was having a coffee and chatting to a woman - an elderly woman - not unlike the one standing in front of me now.
I studied her face.
Hang on, she IS the woman from the cafe.
But why was she grinning like a Cheshire cat at me? And, more to the point, why was she standing there without any clothes on?
I glanced down.
I was stark, bollock naked too.
Oh.
'Glad you could join me.' She whispered, her eyes burning like hot coals from beneath an avalanche of long, white hair that cascaded down the sides of her face and over her bare shoulders.
I said nothing, just stared back, mesmerized, unable to take my eyes off her shockingly emaciated body.
She was like a skeleton covered in a tissue-thin parchment of wasted, jaundiced flesh. A naked living corpse. Her flaccid, empty breasts lay over her distended ribcage like lifeless sacks of skin weighed down at their tips by very long, very warty nipples. And her hairless pussy with its large, clammy labia and gaping, festering slit, protruded from her scrawny groin like a septic, jagged axe wound.
She returned my gaze with a knowing smile then slowly slid a hand over the scabby hollow of her stomach.
We both looked down.
Oh, that's just fucking typical. My cock was long and hard and twitching about like a divining rod. Here I was, seemingly held captive by the mother of the bride of Frankenstein, and yet the first whiff of her pussy and I was like a dog with two dicks.
And her pussy did indeed whiff.
So, what the fuck was going on?
'I guess you're wondering what's going on?' She said, breathlessly, as she slowly circled her fingers over her raw, bulbous clit then pushed them into the greasy maw between her legs.
Straight away my nostrils were assaulted by the most hideous odour. It was as if something wretched had crawled up inside her and died. And yet, surprise, surprise, my cock stiffened even more.
'Well,' She gasped. 'I'm going to suck your cock like it's never been sucked before.'
It was funny, but the smell didn't seem to bother me anymore.
In fact, if truth be told, the more intently I watched her snake and writhe in front of me and the more she stared back, the more I wanted her. Even when she pulled her fingers out of her pussy and let a slick of stinking grey slime ooze down the insides of her thighs, I couldn't stop my mind racing or my cock throbbing.
So, she was going to suck me off then?
She stared down at my groin again, panting and gasping. 'Yes, I'm going to wrap my lips around that lovely hard cock of yours and suck out every last drop of your delicious, creamy cum.'
I reckon I could make this work.
She tilted her head back and slowly ran her hands down the front of her neck and then down between her breasts to her belly. 'I can't wait to taste all that lovely sperm and feel it's nourishing warmth as it trickles down my throat.'
No, me neither.
