A Knock at the Door

Amanda opened the door to her apartment. Being on the 14th floor, it was unusual that there would be a knock on her door, no one usually bothered coming up this far in her building. Looking left and right, she couldn't see anyone in the hallway. They must have moved fast to avoid her. Amanda heard a soft crunch as she moved and, looking down, saw the white sole of her sneaker stepping on a manilla envelope. She picked it up and saw that it lacked any kind of mailing address on it. All that was written on it was her name, "Amanda Spitnek."

Curious, she closed the door behind her and ripped the end off of the envelope, revealing a bubble wrapped interior with a dvd case inside. The case was wholly unremarkable, a clear plastic case with an unmarked dvd inside of it. No note, no information, no writing other than the name on the now empty package.

Amanda was nervous, the hair on the back of her neck stood up and her had shook slightly as she pressed "open" on the dvd player she had plugged into her tv, a small one to fit the tiny New York flat that she was renting. She tried to place the disc on the tray, dropping it in the process. Finally, with the dvd home in its slot, she closed the tray, and pressed play. The last year since her sister's disappearance had been odd, like living in a dream. But now, the creepiness of the situation at hand shocked her into a sense of presence.

The screen of her tv showed the interior of some kind of cell or stall. The walls were corrugated steel, with a wooden base. Much like would be seen in any barn to separate individual animals. On the floor was a layer of straw, covering every inch of the floor, and in the center, was a naked woman, on her knees. Amanda could see her hips, outlined against the wood of the walls, emphasized because the woman's head and shoulders were down, a position she recalled from her own sex life.

"Breed me" was emblazoned across her lower back, reminiscent of the "tramp stamps" that were popular in her childhood. The camera showed the woman's vagina, swollen and aroused with lips spread and the slightest glint of juice on the entrance to her before cutting to a man, musclebound and tall with a collar around his neck. The man was plunging in and out of the woman with her ass in the air with **** and purpose, the sound of their sex echoing slightly in the small chamber. The camera panned to the side, showing the woman's tits swinging in little circles as she accepted the **** of the fucking, matching the little movement shown in the woman's stomach stretched tight with child. Finally, the man grunted, shoved the full length of himself into the woman, and exhaled violently. He took three small, half strokes to make sure he was empty before withdrawing from the woman's now gaping vagina, semen streaming from her, and dripping onto the straw below.

The video cut again, to the inside of a room, where a small, red headed woman was tied face down to a bed, her rear end supported in the air by a triangular pillow under her hips. An older man, grey and fat, knelt behind her. Plunging into her with the same **** as the last scene. Amanda could hear the sloppy sounds of the woman's pussy and it lubricated her partners member. She was moaning loudly into the pillow that her head was buried into, her hair a brilliant and slightly familiar shade of red.

The man stopped and withdrew from the woman, making a slopping sucking sound as his penis left her. "Hope you liked walking straight sow." He said, moving to enter her anus, pressing the head of his cock onto her rosebud and slowly, inch by inch, forcing himself into her buffeted by the muffled screams coming from off camera.

Amanda was disgusted. It was only porn. Who the hell would just drop a dvd of random porn clips onto her doorstep, it didn't make sense. She shook her head as the old man buried himself in the ass of the porn star, his gut resting on top of her ass as he finally bottomed out.

Amanda was no longer freaked out. It was just some weirdo dropping random porn on people's doorsteps, probably got him off somehow. New York was a weird place and it was certainly filled with weird people to boot she thought, as the man moaned, and bottomed out in the porn star.