The living room closet 8

With a quickness you rip open the closet doors, exposing dozens of hanging coats and a few shoeboxes on the closet floor. Like a factory worker you take each coat and jacket off of it’s hanger to quickly search it. Some you pat down, some you rifle through, some you turn upside down and shake, the end result is that you search every hanging garment for the missing planchette. Once all those garments have turned up empty you switch your attention to the shoe boxes, opening them up and shaking them out in case the planchette had been slipped inside. As the pile of empty boxes around you grows, your desperation mounts until the last box clatters beside you. With a snort of irritation, you surge to your feet, and begin to blindly feel along every shelf and even surface in the closet. As your fingers sweep away only dust you begin to realize that the closet really is empty of what you seek.

You had searched this place as thoroughly as you could, but half your focus had always been upstairs. You knew what would be coming next if you didn’t find the planchette, and yet you still had to listen, to know for sure what was happening between Miranda and Tom. First, there had been quiet, like the two of them were simply staring at the completely fucked-out Sarah. Miranda knew her slutty friend well, she was probably shocked that any dick could outlast Sarah like that. Then there was the sound of Miranda unsaddling Tom, lifting herself off his face perhaps to check on her friend. Then you heard them speak. Like always, you couldn’t tell what John Doe said, but you heard Miranda’s reply. “You’re right. Just the two of us,” she muttered, her tone inscrutable. The bed shifted again as John Doe moved, probably sitting up, but definitely moving closer to your crush. Again, he spoke, but despite not hearing his words you knew exactly what he was saying to her. “Heh, you’re insatiable,” Miranda laughs quietly. You hope to hear her sucking his dick, or titfucking him again, or doing anything other than what you’re imagining. Instead, you hear the bed creaking again as Miranda takes up her position, readying herself for what Sarah just experienced.

“How about, I lie on my side like this, so we can just go nice and slow to start with?” She asks, the bed sounding off as she lies down like how she described. Laying on her side she must have one leg raised to allow Tom entry to her sacred pussy, maybe she’s planning to rest her heel on his shoulder, or maybe she’ll just have him hold her leg up enough to fuck her. If John Doe has any problems with this position, he doesn’t voice them, rather he moves over to Miranda in silence. You know when his dick draws close to your crush’s pussy from the way her breathing falters, anxiety about his plus sized cock giving her pause. “Be gentle with me,” she pleads, and you can imagine her sparkling eyes looking up at him with a mixture of lust and trepidation that you would have killed to see directed towards you.

A plaintive gasp lets you know the exact moment he begins penetrating her, his fat tip forcing its way into her tight opening. Just like with Sarah, the progress is slow and steady, Miranda wailing like a cat in heat as her body is stretched in a way she’s never experienced before. Once he bottoms out in Miranda he doesn’t give her a moment to adjust, instead he immediately begins pulling back again. Miranda pants quietly as Tom forcefully tugs his big cock through her tight gripping channel, but she doesn’t try to stop him like Sarah did. He seems to have learnt from that first fuck, now he moves his big member purposefully, but slowly enough to allow your crush’s body some time to adapt. It doesn’t take him long to start getting up to speed. Rather than just getting Miranda’s body used to his pussy-breaking cock, he begins fucking her in earnest. Every time his hips meet hers another exclamation of pleasure is driven from your crush’s perfect lips, his thick cock stimulating every inch of her pussy and giving her **** but to moan in thoughtless pleasure. And he’s only just gotten started.

As you listen his speed increases, making every quick breath Miranda takes into a gasp or moan while his hips slam harder against her own. You hear her moaning change at one point, to a drawn-out mewling of submission. He must be groping her again, squeezing her bouncing 36C breasts, or toying with her sensitive clit again, or maybe pushing a finger into the sacred temple that is her virgin asshole. He’s already getting accustomed to using Miranda’s body in whatever way he sees fit, and she’s already enjoying it.

You can tell when her vocal moaning turns into a pathetic humming that he’s put his thumb to her mouth again, letting her suck on it like she begged to before. John Doe’s only been back in the mortal realm for less than an hour and he already knows what turns your beloved Miranda on. You know what’s going to come next, or at least who’s going to come next. If you find the planchette now, maybe you can stop it, and you and Miranda can live your lives pretending this madness never happened.