Hunting Samantha

Crickets chirped in the dark night as John walked down the empty lit street. There was an alleyway in front and a figure looked up at Mrs. Doe approaching. John could feel the figure’s facial features shift into a lustful smirk. John smiled inwardly. He walked forwards and the figure’s eyes shifted to follow the woman.

John had left school and was heading home but he got a little lost on the way, following Samantha who seemingly disappeared with a group of her friends. It cost him a couple hours as they slowly dwindled and each left to their homes, leaving John stranded in an unfamiliar neighbourhood. He sighed, wondering why he didn’t get a better sense of direction with this mimic. Now, he was here, late in the night, just a block away from Samantha’s place.

John turned right around the figure and went straight into the dark alley, letting go of the purse as he walked by the figure. He seemed shocked, a puzzled look on his face as the woman turned into the darkness. As he looked on at the woman’s back… she then unbuttoned her top and slowly slid it to the floor as she kept walking forwards disappearing into the dark.

The figure stood up, grabbing the purse and looking at the dropped top. In the next moment, a plain black bra flew out, landing neatly alongside the top. The man felt his blood rush to his loins. He began to briskly walk forward as he unzipped his pants, stroking his member. As he stepped forwards, he grabbed the bra and stuffed it through his flyer, using it to stroke as well. He looked around in the dark.

Off to the side, he could see the outline of the woman. And her uncovered boobs. He chuckled.

“There you are.”

He said to the women as he stepped forward, stroking away at his cock. As he got closer to Mrs. Doe, he stretched out his hands to grab her head. Once he was close enough, she lightly grabbed his hand and rested it on her boobs as she brought her face close to his ears and breathed out.

“You want to fuck me?”

The man nodded his head, groping the boob tightly.

“In this dark and dirty alley, you want to stuff your biiig cock in me?”

He tightened his grip and shoved up against her, causing her to chuckle. She breathed on his ear again, her tongue lightly licking it.

“You want me to scream for help as you cover my mouth tightly, to fight back as you pump me with your thick hot semen?”

The man actively humped her pants, the bra dropping out on the floor.

“Well then, just do one thing for me, will you?”

“Anything.”

He breathed out.

“Look at me.”

Mrs. Doe pulled her head back and the man strained his eyes looking to her face. In the dark, he saw her normal face, a simple smile on it. And then she parted her lips, long and tiny tongue-like tentacles appearing. The man’s eyes went wide. His lips quivered as his cock shivered against her body.

“There we go.”

He screamed.

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Samantha looked out the window, a scream echoing out. Her hair stood on end. She shivered.

“Girl, what the fuck was that?”

She shook her head, switching the phone to her other ear as she stood up and got off the bed, heading towards the open window and closing it.

“I have no clue, must’ve been some crackhead or something.”

She pulled on the windows, closing and latching them shut as she pulled the pink curtains closed.

“What a weird thing…”

The voice on the other end suddenly giggled. Samantha was puzzled.

“You alright?”

There was some more giggling and then another more distinctly male voice. Samantha groaned and sighed.

“No, pull your hand out, I’m on the phone! I’ll talk to you later okay!”

Samantha spoke in a high-pitched voice,

“Bye bitch!”

And she hung up on her, tossing her phone to the bed as she dove onto it, her tanktop tugging down as she slid across to her fluffy pillow. She buried her head inside the pillow and let out a deep sigh.

The lights clicked off.

Samantha pulled her head up, looking around in the sudden dark, completely blinded.

“Who’s there?!”

Her eyes slowly adjusted as she pulled the blanket around her, looking around at the room. Nothing seemed to be moving. Her gaze came across the light switch. It was closed. She waited a couple more moments, her heart beating in overdrive. She stayed inside her blanket, clutching her knees to her chest. Slowly and carefully, she got up and slid off the bed and made her way to the switch.

With a shaky hand, she reached out and flicked the light switch open.

From behind the door, something jumped at her. She screamed as she tumbled to the floor, getting tangled in the blankets. She flailed around as she untangled herself from the blanket. Someone laughed.

Samantha pulled the blanket off of her face and looked at her sister laughing her head off. She groaned in anger and grit her teeth, kicking her feet to pick off the blanket.

“The look on your face...”

She burst into laughter again. Samantha got up and tossed the blanket to her sister who deftly dodged while still laughing.

“When did you even get here, Nat?”

She slowly calmed down, gasping for breath.

“I was already here. When you were on the phone.”

Samantha looked at her in disbelief. “You were listening? Ugh, how many times have I told you-”

Natalie interrupted, “No, pull your hand out, I’m on the phone!”

She said in a high-pitched tone and burst out laughing again. Samantha stomped her foot and huffed as she opened the door and then shoved her laughing sister out the room.

“She’s having fun~”

“Shut up!”

She banged the door. Footsteps rushed out as Nat went down the stairs giggling. Samantha sighed, picking up the blanket and heading back to her bed, leaving the lights on. She looked around her empty room before sighing, placing her head on the pillow, shutting her eyes.

Before she knew it, she was half-asleep.

The light clicked off. Samantha’s eyes opened, looking around the dark. The curtains fluttered in the light wind. Samantha groggily looked around, taking in a breath. She looked to the light switch. Nothing.

She sighed and got up, getting off the bed. Her tank top had ridden up, one of her bare boobs hanging out, she didn’t seem to bother with it right now.

Her foot slipped forward.

“What fuck-”

She looked down. A big slime spot seemed to have shuffled under her bed. She strained her eyes before bending down on to her knees and touching the slime, feeling it between her fingers. It was blackish and staining her carpet. Without thinking much, she peered down under her bed.

Nothing.

She sighed of relief and got back up on her knees, wiping her hands on her tanktop, fixing it. Her eyes glanced to the bed.

There sat Mrs. Doe, minus a top and covered in blackish slime and something… crimson. Her body froze up as her eyes widened in terror. Mrs. Doe smiled, revealing red stained tentacles. A disembodied voice, like that of a thousand persons, spoke directly into Samantha’s head.

“Hi.”

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