“Go on, baby,” I order. “Let me see your pussy strangle this bottle as you come.”
“Ah!” she shouts, her back bowing off the bed. I press down on her hips to keep her in place, absolutely mesmerized by the sight of her inner muscles twitching around the bottle. Her orgasm comes in rhythmic waves, liquid dripping down the bottle and onto the mattress.
“You’re amazing,” I breathe, slowing my movements and easing her down.
Next time, I’m getting a tripod and recording. Fuck, I never want to forget this night.
I carefully pull the bottle out and place it aside. It’s time tofulfil the last sleepy wish my girl made before she nodded off. I grab the gas mask I’ve been using during my nightly visits from the nightstand and place it over my mouth, adjusting the straps in the back.
Basia wanted a masked stranger to come to her room at night and use her for his pleasure.
“Here I am, darling,” I say, my voice staticky and distorted. “Ready to make you my cumdump.”
20
BASIA
Harsh, monstrous breathing sounds in my ears, and there’s a heavy, solid weight on me. I’m covered in a thin layer of sweat, my hair sticking to my forehead. Pleasure radiates from my core where something slams against all the right spots. A familiar scent invades my nostrils, masculine but clean.
I struggle to open my eyes, but they feel glued together. When my lashes finally peel away from each other, it takes me a minute to understand what I’m seeing, what I’m feeling. A man is on top of me, pumping inside me. His broad, tattooed shoulders block most of my view. His skin is tanned and scarred in places, and glistening with sweat as he works. It’s his harsh breaths I hear, though they don’t sound human—it sounds like I’m being mauled by a beast.
Panic comes slowly—too slowly and overshadowed by pleasure. Am I drunk? How did I get here? What’s happening?
Clearly sensing a change in me, the man pulls his head back. For a moment, I just look at him. Burning dark eyes stare down at me with a possession that makes my heart stop beating. The lower half of his face is covered with a gas mask, two filters oneach side, his panting breath coming through like something out of a nightmare.
Who is he? Why is he?—
All at once, I realize what’s happening here.
I take a deep, gasping breath and let out a bloodcurdling shriek.
The man groans, his eyes almost crossing with lust, but he presses a big, callused palm against my mouth, muffling my scream.
“Fuck, yeah, baby,” he orders darkly. “Scream for me.”
At his words, my pussy clenches around his invasion, and shame heats up my cheeks. Why am I so wet, so close to coming?
He braces on his free hand so he can slam against me harder. His grunts fill what I now realize is my bedroom as his eyes bore into mine. They look familiar, but I’m not sure…
“I can feel your cunt fluttering around my dick, baby. You feel so fucking good. Bet you’re going to soak it just like you soaked the bottle I fucked you with.”
I stop breathing, looking at him with horror. Did he just say that he?—
“Yeah, darling.” He reaches for something and comes up with an empty Corona bottle, like the ones I collect for recycling. “I had half of this inside you. You fucking loved it. Came so hard fucking hard.”
Tears leak from the corners of my eyes. This monster broke into my apartment and molested me in my sleep? Why didn’t I wake up? Why am I… so damn wet? What’s wrong with me?
He leans close again, his intense eyes all I can see.
“As much as it makes my dick hard, baby, you’re not gonna scream again, or I’ll knock you out.” He grinds against me, making me grunt with pleasure-pain. “Understood?” he asks, his voice brooking no argument.
Numbly, I nod, and more tears spill down my cheeks. My traitorous body melts for him.
“Such a good girl for me.” He twists his hips, the lines around his eyes deepening when I moan in response. “This pussy was made for me. And you’ll let me put whatever I want in it, won’t you, darling?”
That endearment again. It’s so familiar. A name claws its way to the forefront of my mind, gone before I can grasp it.
The man’s hand leaves my mouth and slides down my jaw, stopping on my neck, where he gently presses down.
