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A Dark and Secret Theatre: Surreal Monster Erotica | sindermann | 11

 

"Yes. I'm supposed to go to Millhaven Manor. My aunt lives there." She said, holding her breath as he moved closer to her. He held a hand out, and she gingerly took it with a slight smile on her lips. His rough, strong hands were calloused and scarred. His well weathered, handsome face formed its own grin, the unmistakable grin of a man who knows that very, very soon he is going to be inside of beautiful woman.

Dani stumbled and fell against his chest as he helped her up, breathing in his scent and feeling the strong muscles of his chest. The other guys shook their heads and chuckled. "I'm acting like a damned schoolgirl." Dani thought, embarrassed.

"Nothing on the police band, Art." one of the guys said with a lewd smile. "Art" nodded. "Alright. I'm going to take our visitor home. Catch you guys tomorrow. We'll be out near Tain Creek, so bring your waders." He said, motioning to Dani with a nod of his head. She blushed as she felt eyes on her legs, her breasts, and ass as she walked by. She blushed from the whiskey. She blushed from the images that flashed in her mind of pulling their cocks out and taking them all on the piles of logs, cocks slipping into her from all angles, into all of her holes, filling her up and covering her with cum; and then dripping with it, letting the Sea wash it her tender, fever-hot pussy.

He opened the door of his huge gray pickup truck, and she slid in, embarrassed as she felt her juices streak the leather seat. He slid in beside her in the driver's seat, and put the truck into gear.

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Dale cracked open a beer as he rumbled down the road. He couldn't believe he had done it. Sweat poured down his chubby, stubbled face. He drove through the dark, through the rain; worries and fears washing through his mind.

"Calm down, ole' boy. She was out cold. You cleaned up." he told himself. The road he took led him along the coastal cliffs. He hated taking it, but it was the only road besides the one with the destroyed car that could handle the rig, and he wanted to circle out and appear to have just arrived for the night crew.

He glanced off to the sea. The wind was whipping it into a fury. He downshifted, preparing for the turn ahead around the bend by what is called Siren's Point, as many a motorist has been lured to a watery grave, usually while drunk, off the steep cliff and sharp turn. He glanced back at the ocean, its dark water violently pounding against the sheet of rock beneath him. Lightning ripped the sky open, and a fresh downpour pattered on his roof.

Suddenly, he felt a massive impact on the passenger's side. "Ohshitohshitohshit!" he screamed as the wheels skidded on the road. He looked in the mirror, and saw something in the darkness behind the rig. He couldn't believe it. "How the fuck could I hit two cars in one night?" he asked, looking down at his beer. He rolled down the window and tossed it out, disgusted. He looked back, and it was gone.

He looked ahead. Siren's Point was ahead. He slowed the rig down, shaking. He didn't know where the other car had gone, hopefully not over the side onto the rocks below. He stepped on the gas to make the slippery hill, and turned his head to check around the bend.

His eyes locked open a split second before the impact. What he saw was impossible. A massive figure; swarming with writhing, lashing tendrils covered in scales and fins and suction cups, barrelled toward him down the road. Its mad, wild eyes shown like well onyx in the searing blaze of lightning as its shoulder slammed into the driver's side door. Dale screamed, and cut the wheel hard. It was then, as the front tires slid off the edge, that he remembered where he was.

It was a long fall. Dale screamed the entire way, praying for forgiveness. He pressed his feet to the passenger side door and watched as the angry sea rose to meet him. Massive storm waves smashed against the cliff face. The creature stood at the point, arms raised, mouth open in an obscene howl of rage and triumph, as he plummeted to the rocks below. The truck jackknifed in mid air. When it finally, after an agonizing eternity, slammed into the rocks, it whiplashed against the water, crushing the bones of his legs, snapping his spine, and shattering his skull against ancient granite teeth.

As his blood leaked out, it spiraled downward like a whirlpool, into the depths below.

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The truck rumbled down the road, hitting bumps and bouncing Dani in the seat. She slowly ground her legs up and down, ashamed of how horny she was. He smiled from the side of his mouth. "You know, normally a guy like me's gotta talk a lot. Y'know. Chat em up. Tell em they're pretty and all that." He moved his hand to her knee. Dani's eyes glazed at his touch, and her breath began to come in long, slow sighing breaths. Her legs parted an inch, then two.

"I don't have to do that with you, do I?" he said. Dani looked over at him and bit her lip. She held it in as long as she could, and whispered, "No." He smiled, and patted her knee, then returned it to the wheel. Dani's eyes darted from her leg to his hand. She felt her pussy contract and release, desperate to be filled as if it had a mind of its own. She reached over, and blushed as she rubbed the bulge in his pants.

"Tell you what? Pull it out and suck on it for a while. See if you like it." he said, unzipping his jeans. Her slender hand slipped into his fly, her mouth moist with saliva. She licked her lips as she found his thick, stiff member. He moved his arm just in time as she descended on it, her pouty lips parting instantly as her tongue slid over the bulb and down the shaft.

He smiled, and sipped his beer. Life was good. He hadn't decided yet where they were going. Wherever it was, he had plenty of time to enjoy himself.

 

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