Seven Ways

Tiffany cut through the last of the web to reveal a door with light creeping in from below it. Her phone buzzed in her hands. Glancing down at it she saw… a WiFi network? Blinking, she placed the sword aside, leaning it on the wall and tried to connect to the WiFi network. The signal was too faint to get a stable connection. She looked back up at the door and saw the light from under it was wavering. Was the WiFi signal coming from in there? Tiffany carefully tried the handle and pushed the door open.

She stepped into a well furnished room. It looked like some kind of den. Like the one Tiffany's father had at home. There were armchairs, a large leather couch, a couple book shelves, an unlit fireplace, a projector and rolled up screen along with a big rug in the centre of the room and next to the screen a TV, older and bulkier of a model which was turned on with a screen of static. The static lit up the room as Tiffany stepped inside. She glanced back down at her phone and saw the network connection strength.

"Oh thank God," Tiffany said as she tried to get back onto her various social media accounts. As she opened one of those apps her phone suddenly went static and the TV turned off. "Oh, no, no, no. Like don't you dare break on me." She tapped at her phone and the static wobbled for a moment. Images appeared, some sort of video playing between the static. It was hard to make out on the small screen but she saw a few things.

A woman with long black hair dressed in white, a hole in a wall with wet lips and tongue between it on the other side, a close up of the dark haired woman with her grey skin and what looked like a body even Tiffany was jealous of through her white gown that clung to her, large bouncing naked breasts, an even closer look at the woman in white now with a visible bulge under her gown that made Tiffany's mouth fall open and her knees tremble, a thick ass being split in two by a monstrous grey skinned cock and then a close up of the cock alone, the gown of the woman pulled aside, cock glistening as the angry head of it pulsed while pointed at the screen. The phone went black.

"What the actual fuck?" Tiffany said as she swallowed hard. She tapped at her phone and it turned back on. Immediately, it began to ring. Who the fuck still used a phone to call people these days, Tiffany thought in disgust. She looked at the caller ID. Someone named 'Samara', who Tiffany had no idea why she was in her contacts. She did not even know a Samara. Samantha, Sammy, Sam, yes but no Samara. Tiffany declined the call. Only for it to ring again from the same contact.

"What?" Tiffany snapped as she answered the phone.

"Seven Ways…" Said a raspy voice on the other side.

"The fuck?"

"Going to fuck you… seven ways," the voice moaned before the phone cut off.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Tiffany said, pulling the phone away from her ear. She could not help but imagine that massive grey cock she had seen in the creepy ass video. She tapped at the screen again to try and bring up one of her apps but it once more went static before becoming that video again. The one of the black haired woman in the white gown. She was in the distance, standing near some well or something. The static appeared again.

"Oh come on," Tiffany exclaimed as she shook her phone violently. The video came back again, this time the woman was closer. Tiffany frowned as she tried to make out more features of the woman. She looked tall and her body was definitely of an adult woman and a hottie at that. It looked like it was going to almost burst free from that flimsy looking white gown. Her face was completely blocked by the long black hair that cascaded down her front.

More static filled the screen before the video returned with the woman filling the tiny screen. Tiffany felt the hairs in the back of her neck stand on end as she heard giggling. It sounded like it was coming from both her phone and the room itself. She tried to look around but found her eyes glued to the screen. Tiffany swore she saw a smile on the woman's face through the dark hair. She was swaying side to side, her gown swishing about and the bulge on the front of it was threatening to spill out. Static filled the screen once more.

The video returned and the woman was so close all that was in the frame was her crotch. Tiffany felt her heart race and her mouth water as she looked at the inhumanly large cock barely concealed behind that white fabric. She had seen it in the initial video but somehow it looked more real here. More tangible. Despite the grainy footage she could see more details of it. She could smell the musk from it. Almost taste it on her lips. There was a very short burst of static and, suddenly, she felt it. The hefty cock slapped against her cheek hard with a resounding smacking noise.

Tiffany gasped as she jerked her phone away from her face, the enormous member bouncing and jiggling about. She tried to throw the device from her hand only to find her fingers refusing to release it. Her eyes could not leave the member. It was like she was hypnotised. Her mind fixated with this cock to rule all cocks. Its mere presence made her knees weak and she felt herself collapse back into an arm chair.

"Seven ways…" the raspy voice said echoing out from the phone. "Going to fuck you… seven ways." Tiffany shuddered as she felt her pussy gush at the not so veiled threat.