Christina in a Panic

Christina scrambled backwards into the room in terror. She struggled to her feet eyes locked on the door and the risk left in it.

She glanced around the room in a panic wondering where next might the creature come after her from.

THERE! She practically threw herself to the bedside table knocking the phone off it as she scrambled to dial for emergency services.

The time before the call connected seemed to drone on forever for Christina. The heavy pace of her breathing, the strange wet spot on the back of her shirt warmly tingling against her back. The strange arousal coursing through her.

"Hello, emergency services."

"HELP! I'm trapped in a hotel room by a monster... I know it sounds crazy but it tried to grab me in the hallway and it got the..." Christina immediately rambled off in a panic, relief lowering the tension that had been holding her shoulders tight.

"Please calm down miss, one thing at a time. Are you safe?" The operator replied calmly, her voice soothing Christina.

"Yes... I think... this thing already broke through a door." Christina began to sob thinking about the Security Guards.

"Ok, so what has happened?"

Christina quickly rambled her account of what had transpired to the operator, eyes constantly glancing towards the door. She took momentary pauses whenever she thought she heard something. At one point she thought she glimpsed the carpets colour changing.

"Ok, so this creature looked like an elephant, mixed with a man. Did he have any clothes?"

"No, he was completely naked."

"Did you touch him? What did the end of his trunk look like?" The operator's voice was increasingly sounding more, and more alluring to Christina.

"From how the maid seemed to react to it I would say it was almost like she was a pornstar sucking on a cock... or a dildo." Christina replied pulling the uncomfortable wet spot of the shirt away from the increasingly warm tingly spot it clung too.

"What about it's dick?" The sultry voice inquired of Christina over the phone.

"She tried as hard as she could... She could barely take the head." Christina replied almost enthusiastically the fear that had driven her to make the call having slowly eroded away against the tides of sexual thoughts lapping upon her mind.

"Did you touch it?" Suddenly Christina found herself grounded once more. She was offended that she would be asked such a thing from someone she called in distress.

But maybe I should have... Where did that thought come from?

"NO. I didn't touch it! I ran from this thing and watched as it assaulted the poor maid I tripped over getting into this room for safety!" Christina outburst onto the phone.

Did she just hear a muffled moan?

"I'm sorry to cause you some... distress. It just sounded like some sort of fantasy you had voyeured upon. If you had touched it..." Christina hung up the phone abruptly with frustration.

Some sort of fantasy? That large girthed cock? What the fuck!

Christina wasn't that sort of girl. She got up and paced around a moment. Looking back at the tusk that still stared her down from its penetration into the door.

She walked up towards it, everything beyond the door seemingly silent and inert. It looked so smooth, it's impressively rounded tip reminding her almost of a vibrator she once had.

She reached out to touch it...

What was she doing?

She stepped into the bathroom turned on the faucet and splashed some water on her face.

God she felt horny. That warm tingling spot was really starting to get to her. She ripped her shirt off over her head and looked at her back in the mirror.

There was no rash or irritation. She glanced at her reflection, then quickly looked down at her hands.

Looking back at her reflection it smiled and winked at her, arms crossed, hands cupping her shoulders like a typical model with her back turned for a photo pose.

Christina turned around, her jaw agape with shock. The reflection also turned around, smiling mischeviously with a sultry glare.

The reflection slowly brought her right hand down across her left shoulder, guiding the bra strap out of place as it came to rest on her left elbow. She blew a kiss as Christina looked over to see her left bra strap now resting out of place, hanging on her arm. Before she could look back up the right one was draped down her right arm. Christina rushed to brace her breasts from popping free with her hands looking up to see the reflection similarly cupping it's gorgeous cleavage.

As the reflection groped itself Christina gasped with arousal at the unexpected sensation. A momentary glance down revealed nothing, but upon her eyes returning to the mirror her reflection was absent.

Christina splashed more water on her face, the cool sensation making her all too aware that this reality was stranger than any dream.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw movement in the mirror, as she startled back to a full stance her bra dropped away from her chest, the reflection swinging it on the end of...

Is that thing from the door? She suddenly wondered. She stepped back from the counter to glance out into the hall. The tusk still sat there embedded, it's protrusion piercing into her mind.

Suddenly a warm tingling sensation unleashed some gasps of pleasure as it spread across her partially exposed chest. Christina braced herself momentarily against the pleasure allowing the bra to slide down her arms and away from the small hardened nipples perched atop her pale breasts.

As she looked back at the mirror the reflection slowly traced the tusk along the curves of its perfect DD breast. It's head was thrown back to the ceiling with pleasure, the tusk tracing across a nipple to become embraced in the reflections cleavage where she cupped it in her breasts and looked forward licking the tusks tip salaciously.

Christina gasped and shuddered, quivering arms bracing her up from the counter as the pleasure grew in her breasts. A moan creeped out as she stared at her teasing reflection pleadingly. An irresistible taste and tingling sensation warmed the tip of her tongue.

How could this be happening? Why was it happening? What was that taste?

It just simply smiled back. Pulling the tusk from between it's breasts it slowly traced a path with its tip up the centre of its chest, along the side of its neck to along the jaw bone.

Christina looked up, a moaning mess getting weak in the knees. She leaned on the counter **** to break from this uninvited, yet fully desired pleasure.

As she looked up pleadingly, torn between the primal instinct that lead her here, and the primal desire that had her paralyzed with pleasure.

The reflection leaned forward onto its counter, it's breasts hanging like perfect succulent fruit. It took the tusk in two fingers and started sucking on it delicately, all the sensations mirroring across to an increasingly less resistant Christina.

When Christina felt the taste and sensation stop from her mouth she began to right herself, as she looked up her reflection traced the tusk back down between it's breasts. Christina's eyes grew wider as the sensation was guided below them down to the navel.

The reflection smiled as the realization of where it was going dawned on Christina. With a sudden move the reflection began sliding the tusk across its clit, playing with the entrance to it's pussy. It groped one of its sensitive breasts throwing it's head back with pleasure.

The sensation was too much for Christina, her knees finally giving out collapsing her to the floor in climax.

Suddenly the sensations stopped their overwhelming **** upon her senses. A finger instinctively drew across her snatch, her panties having long ago soaked through.

The warm tingling still held to the bulk if her body but it's constant thrumming was nothing without the newly added stimulus of her reflection.

Christina slowly dragged herself into the foyer of the room, pleasure still racking her body. She breathed heavily as she lay there, looking back into the room.

She made note of a mirror on the wall a couple feet away. She turned her head towards the door and gazed at it in a daze.