Author's note: There's a non-consent scene in this one. Just a warning for anyone who might be disturbed by that kind of thing. As always, feel free to leave comments, and enjoy!
April 22nd, 2019.
Location: Earth.
Three days prior to the disappearance of Nathan Van Dyke.
"Julie?"
I checked my hotel key, making sure that I was at the right room.
The door was open, but the room was dark, so I called out again before taking a tentative step beyond the door.
Crunch*.
I lifted up my foot, as I felt the broken glass being crushed beneath my feet, and as I opened the door all the way, I saw a single stockinged leg, waving enticingly over the back of the couch.
"Will you stop making that racket and just come in?" the woman's voice called, and I sighed, pulling the door closed as I stepped in, and finding nowhere to step where the crunch of broken glass couldn't be heard beneath my feet.
"Nuh-uh," she called, as I took another step forward. "Shoes; off!" she commanded, and I sighed again.
I slipped one shoe off, then winced as the foot, covered only by a thin cotton sock, came down painfully on the litter of shattered glass, then taking off the other shoe, I threw the two shoes angrily towards the wall in the corner.
"Happy?" I asked, a little sarcastically, and the woman gave a little 'hm', in response.
"Oh, you know I never happy, Natey."
"You can't keep doing this, Julienne... every room you trash just goes right back to dad."
"
My
dad, Nate. In case you keep forgetting. He's
my
father. And I can do whatever the fuck I want, as long as he'll keep letting me."
I sighed.
"Get on your knees," she commanded, and I scoffed.
"There's glass everywhere," I countered, and the body attached to the leg, rose up from over the couch, and I finally got a good look at her.
She was wearing stockings; and a frilly, long skirt that had a slit which ran all the way along the leg, and a corset fitted top that amplified and displayed an impressive amount of cleavage.
Her long hair was wrapped up into a bun at the top of her head, with little curls hanging about the sides of her pretty face.
She stepped around the sofa on which she'd lain in wait for me, and perched herself up on the headrest of the sofa, her legs pointed towards me, and as she stared me right in the eyes, she began to part her legs, displaying her bare pussy to me briefly, before closing her legs shut.
She never did like to wear panties,
I thought.
"Crawl," she commanded, and I sighed, undoing my tie and tossing it into the corner with the shoes before rolling up the long sleeves of my shirt.
I winced as my knees went to the ground, meeting the copious shards of glass that lay hazardously on the floor, and I took a deep breath as I let my weight sink down onto them, placing my hands as lightly as I could on the ground.
Smiling, as I went to the floor, she re-opened her legs, and beckoned me enticingly.
"Good boy," she urged, and I took a step forward with my hand.
"Mhn," I winced, as the shards cut my palms and stuck into me, but even as I clenched my teeth, fighting back the urge to just get up and walk over, and strike her as hard as I could across the face, I swallowed down my pride, and crawled.
"A good little doggy would stick his tongue out," she chided, and as I took another painful step, I rolled my eyes, then complied.
"Good doggy. Now come to mama. Come right here," she said, placing two hands suggestively above her cleanly shaved, bared cunt.
I came close; so close that I could bite her toe if I wanted, and as she dangled a leg close to me and I took another tentative step, the leg swung back, and kicked me viciously across the face.
"Hahahaha," the woman's vicious laugh echoed across the room, and I took a deep breath in, as I tasted the blood on my lips.
"Come," she said, displaying herself again, and as I leaned up to her, partially expecting another strike to come at me, she lay a foot on my shoulder, and pulled me towards her exposed mound.
She pulled me in, slowly, until I was so close I could smell the pungent odor of her arousal, and I could see the little glistening beads of wetness on her pussy lips.
"Eat. Like a good doggy," she commanded, and I nodded, planting my lips on hers and sucking on it, trying my best to slurp every drop of her dew from the wet, slippery folds.
"Lick doggy, lick!" she commanded, grasping a handful of my hair and tugging on it mercilessly, as she shoved my face into her cunt.
I licked, long full strokes across the full length of her slit, and she rubbed my face into her sex as I did, smearing me with her juices.
"Stick your fucking tongue in me, you useless fuck. You've wanted this pussy, haven't you? Begged for it? Lick, you fucking little prick. Suck on it like the little worthless parasitic leech you are."
She hurled insult after insult at me as I licked, sucked, and tongued her hole; immune to the harshness of the words, because within this slit was a paradise that was only opened to me on the rarest of occasions, and if I did what she wanted, maybe, just maybe, I would get access again to that most sacred place within her midst.
Her insults gave way to screams, unbridled, and uncaring who might hear her, and as she finally came she ground her pussy mercilessly into my face, smearing my lips, nose, and cheeks with the slick juices that now poured out.
She was panting, but there was still that look in her eye.
Always wanting, and never satisfied.
I reached toward her with a hand, and she kicked me.
"Don't FUCKING TOUCH ME!" she screamed.
She kicked me in the stomach, and as I rolled over, she stood over me, and rested a foot wickedly on top of my crotch.
I groaned, shards of glass cutting into my back, and the pain intensified as she sat on top of me.
She unbuckled my pants and fished my cock out; grasping it, and aiming it at her hole.
She was squatting over me, on her feet, her legs sprawled out obscenely in a partial split, and she impaled herself on me, in one swift move.
There it was.
Paradise.
I moaned; as the pleasure I felt in that moment was worth all of the pain I'd endured, and she punched me in the face.
"Don't you dare fucking moan, you piece of shit!"
I bit my hand, and she rode me quick and hard, quickly coming again, but riding me nonetheless.
The stimulation was too much for me to enjoy the moment in all of its complexities, but the monumentality of the occasion was itself enough, and I gave in to the feeling of pleasure as she rode me.
She came, again, and again, and again, and when she was done, she stood up, and kicked me in the crotch.
"Don't ever talk to me again," she said, as she straightened her clothes, and put on her shoes.
And just like that, she walked out of the room, without ever looking back.
I groaned, partially from the pain, and the added anguish of the release that I never got, and as I stared at her hips swaying as she walked, enchantingly, away from me, in that seductive way that she walked, I reached for my cock.
Two pumps along the shaft was all it took, and my seed spewed out, unceremoniously, on myself.
