Under the rug 10

The backroom of Sarah’s house had a fluffy white rug, one that she had been very protective of at the start of the party. Everyone present had been warned that if they spilt on it they would be licking up their mess for the rest of the night until Sarah was satisfied. Tom had quipped that it always took a lot of licking to satisfy her and the party had moved on like normal, except that no one dared to take any red drinks in that room. Coming to that rug now, you carelessly lift it up by one corner, searching for anything that might have been quickly tossed beneath it. Seeing nothing at your chosen quadrant, you flip the whole thing over, exposing grit, dust bunnies, and a penny, but no planchette.

You failed. You found nothing anywhere, and now you hear the final few thrusts of John Doe’s hips, followed by his grunting of satisfaction through gritted teeth that can only be him finally letting go the tide he had been holding back. He must be balls deep in your crush, flooding her fecund womb with his fertile seed like she was his bitch to breed. Miranda barely made a sound as he finished inside her, except for a quiet purr of pleasure as he filled her up like a cream donut. Not only was he cumming inside of her, she was letting him, and she was loving it. It's over.

Upstairs, it seems Sarah has woken up again. “Ohh, that was amazing John Doe,” she sighs, probably resting her red head on his shoulder as he pumps his cum into Miranda’s pussy. “Whoah, so much!” She titters, presumably watching his seed gush from Miranda’s fuck hole once he pulls back his limp cock. “Did you ask before you came inside?” She asked, even in the afterglow of her strongest orgasm some part of her was still thinking of her friend. A low rumble is his reply. “Ha, of course she did,” Sarah laughed. “I would have asked for it too. That really was incredible,” she said, speaking to him like he was an ordinary lover and not a ghost possessing a friend. “But, y’know, you really can’t stay forever. As much as I would like to keep you around, Tom has his own life. You can’t just steal it,” she pleaded with John Doe, and to your surprise he seemed to listen. When he grumbled something back you could almost hear Sarah smile. “That sounds like a good idea. We can make a deal.”

"John?" She called your name loudly, making you jump like you'd just been caught listening in on her. "You can stop looking now."

Bad Ending

You didn’t get the planchette in time and now John Doe is going to strike a bargain with Sarah and Miranda