The toilet 9

With a grimace you turn to face the toilet, a porcelain throne in the corner of the room which you were most loathe to search. With every faltering step you took towards it you reconsider your course of action until you were within touching distance of it. With your toes tickling the bath mat you decide to search that first, flipping it up and thoroughly inspecting the tile beneath it to ensure the planchette hasn’t been slipped there whilst you were absent. Once you’re completely sure the planchette isn’t there (and you’re sure you can’t waste any more time), you turn your attention to the toilet itself. The first thing you do is check the bowl, leaning over it and peaking around it’s porcelain circumference to ensure Tom hasn’t dropped the planchette inside. If he had chosen to flush it then there would be nothing you could do, but you doubt Tom or any being that possessed him could think that far ahead. Picking up the heavy lid of the cistern, you peak inside there too. All you find is water and a standard ballcock.

You found nothing. From upstairs you heard John Doe’s speed and ferocity in plowing Miranda only increase, and from the way she couldn’t restrain herself from groaning his name for more than a second you could tell that she loved it. Suddenly there was an absence of sound for a moment, the noise of Tom’s hips slamming against Miranda’s halted completely, but you didn’t allow yourself to feel hope. You knew that, after everything that had happened, the two of them weren’t just going to stop fucking. Indeed, the sound of the bed from them readjusting, and the thoughtless dirty talk dripping from Miranda’s lips, confirmed your fears “You like doggy style daddy?” She asked, and you could picture her assuming the position for him. Face-down, ass-up, waiting for the man she called ‘daddy’ to take her by the hips and start railing her again. “Me too. Fuck the shit out of me, yessssss!” Her voice trailed off into an enthusiastic wail as John Doe reentered her lonely pussy with his monster cock.

This time there was no slow teasing entry or allowing Miranda’s body to adjust to the meaty prick filling her up. Tom simply took her by the hips and resumed fucking her even harder than before. Every time his hips met her soft ass there a was a loud clap as their bodies slapped together, a round of applause for the way Tom fucked your crush. In this new, dominant, and animalistic position, John Doe completely let loose, turning Miranda’s moaning for more into mindless grunting as he fucked her brains out. As you listened you could hear Tom grunting too, he was clearly enjoying railing your sweet, innocent, intelligent, crush like a caveman conquering his prize. Despite her earlier hesitation about the inhuman size of his mammoth cock, Miranda took this reckless pounding without a word of protest, her only vocalizations were pathetic moans that seemed to beg for more cock.

As Tom continued plowing Miranda, the banging of the bed’s headboard against the wall joined the orgy of sound, bashing against it with a noise like a thunderclap as if he was about to fuck Miranda clean through it. Not satisfied with this new percussion that matched the tempo of his thrusts, Tom introduced a new sound to the mix. CRACK! A loud slap rang out, piercing through all the rest of the sound like a thunderbolt, followed by a squeal of ecstasy form your slutty crush.

“Yes! Spank my ass daddy!” Miranda moaned, her first intelligible words in ages brought to her lips by her lust for more. “I’ve been such a bad girl,” she added, probably arching her back for him. Her words were followed by a low growl from John Doe, that you know is him asking for details. He even slowed down fucking her slightly so she could better answer him. “I’ve only just met you, and I’m letting you fuck me raw,” she sighed, without a hint of regret in her voice. “And I know I’m gonna let you do something even worse later,” she giggled, and without saying it directly you knew she was promising John Doe a cream pie. Satisfied by her answers, John Doe spanked her ass again and returned to fucking her at his wild pace, their bodies and the headboard quickly making the same cacophony as before.

Like it was no physical exertion at all, John Doe pounded Miranda with a hard and fast pace that you doubted many athletes could match, occasionally turning her pale ass pink with cocky strikes from his hand. Soon all this fucking and spanking added yet another new percussive instrument to the mix. Miranda, slapping weakly at the bed, tapping out in complete submission to John Doe, to his cock, and to his superhuman endurance. If Tom heard it too, he paid it no mind, instead continuing to use Miranda’s pussy like the wettest and hottest fuck toy. Only when she was almost screaming did his pace change slightly. “I- I’M CUMMING!” She announced, shattering your heart into pieces whilst Tom continued to batter her pussy and spank her ass through her orgasm.

That announcement of her climax were the last words she said, everything else from her lips was a meaningless grunt or gasp as Tom made her cum even harder than Sarah. He could have even made her squirt too, there would be no way for you to hear it over the din of Tom’s fucking and her moaning. When her screams die down Tom delivers a final, almost playful sounding, swat to her raised asscheek before letting out his own sigh of satisfaction. His pace slows down too, to such a degree that you can’t even hear their bodies colliding anymore, let alone the headboard hitting the wall. It seems he’s savoring his complete victory over your crush. Like a robot, you move on to search somewhere else, some quiet and delusional part of your brain insisting that if you can get rid of John Doe before he pumps your crush full of cum then you can convince her and Sarah that this was all some bad dream.