by Carver Pike
“Oh God,” I said as I turned my face, trying to find hers.
“You like it?” she asked.
“I love it.”
And she moved down my cock, finally stroking it, making it hers. She owned it at that moment. She squeezed it and jerked up and down.
On the screen a guy was getting a blowjob. I wanted one.
“This is boring,” Isabelle said. “We can find something better to watch.”
She switched and jacked me off with her left hand as she reached for the remote with her right. I watched as she pointed it at the TV and pressed a code, #2991. Then she pressed the channel up button.
Why the code?
I pulled away from her for a second and turned the best I could to see her.
“You pushed a lot of buttons just to change the channel,” I said.
She squinted her eyes and cocked her head to the side. Then she grinned.
“Oh, that…that is a Panama code. It unlocks TVs in hotel rooms. We use them at the casino too.”
Strange. I was staying at a hotel room and I never had to enter #2991 to watch TV or change the channel. I’d never seen my buddies do it.
As I sat pondering the strange occurrence, Isabelle pulled away from me, got on her hands and crawled around to my lap. She opened her mouth and kind of laughed, drawing my attention back to her. Her tongue glistened in the TV light as she dangled it down above the tip of my cock.
Her eyes were locked on mine as she reached out, grabbed the base of my dick, and licked me, once again hitting those nerves.
“Fuck,” I said.
And that was her cue to take it all in. She closed her eyes, opened her mouth wide, and sank down, wrapping her soft lips around me. I felt the tip of my cock hit her tonsils. And she didn’t gag. She just raised her face and then lowered it again and it felt like she was swirling her tongue around too, giving special attention to the head with each lift up.
I was in heaven. It was easily the best blowjob I’d ever had. She was fucking me with her mouth, making me forget about everything else.
Behind her the movie changed tones. It was no longer the whimsical 70s-like porn from before with the goofy music, the colorful outfits, and the pigtails. It was darker. A man hung from the ceiling, chains around his wrists, completely naked.
Blood ran down his chest and over the face of a woman who was sucking his cock.
It was a freaky movie. Creepy. But I couldn’t concentrate on it with Isabelle sucking my dick the way she was. She’d picked up her pace and my hand shot up to grab her hair. I wanted to have some control of the situation. I gripped her hair and pulled it tight. She gasped.
I dug in and cranked back on her roots. It had to hurt.
“Anh, uh…” she cried as she kept working me.
I leaned back and looked up at the ceiling where I’d forgotten the mirrored ceiling lay. Seeing my dick getting sucked like that was strange. I felt like I was the one on film, like I was part of the porn, and I remember thinking that was fucking brilliant.
More than anything, I was enjoying the sight of Isabelle bent over on top of me. Her bare back was so smooth, her tattoos crawling their way down her shoulders and onto her back. Ivy and flowers and more birds. It was so fucking sexy.
Her ass was propped up and fantastic. Her black panties rode up into her crack. The bun on top of her head was starting to unravel and the strands of her long, black hair dangled out, adding a sexy messiness to her perfection. The woman was un-fucking-believable.
The sight of her was too much. I needed her right then and there. No more foreplay.
She jumped a little as I grabbed her arm. I’d scared her. I grabbed her other arm and rolled her over so I was on top of her. Her tits didn’t give in to gravity the way real tits did and I finally knew they were fake. But they were beautiful. Her nipples were dark nubs standing fully erect.
Her eyes, black in the darkness, watched me and I wanted to lose myself in them. I wanted to climb inside of her and join her in her excellence. Her soul just seemed like such a perfect place to be.
She bit her bottom lip, a gesture I’d always loved. And that was it. I reached down, grabbed her panties, and yanked them off of her.
“Are you going to fuck me?” she asked. “Or are you too much of a pussy?”
Where the fuck did that come from?
I looked down at her and she giggled, loving the mind games and clearly knowing she’d struck a nerve.
“I don’t think you have it in you to fuck me,” she said.
“Yeah?”
“Yes, you are a pussy.”
“I’m a pussy?”
I shoved her legs open, gripped the base of my cock, and shoved it inside her hard. She cried out in pain. She was wet, but I have a big dick and it didn’t go in easily.
“I’m a pussy?” I asked again.
“Fuck my pussy,” she yelled.
“Like this?” I asked as I pulled out and rammed it inside her again.
“Fuck me!” she yelled as she lashed out and slapped me.
It stung and I didn’t realize she’d slashed me with her nails until I saw the blood dripping on her chest. For some reason that infuriated me even more. I picked her up off the bed and slammed her down on it, my cock driving in to her as she bounced off the mattress.
She howled. She laughed. She begged for more.
So I gave her more. I picked her up again and drove into her on the way down.
“Oh fuck!” she screamed. “Holy fuck! Yes!”
I stood and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around me. I slammed her against the wall and launched up on my toes, skewering her with my dick. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth hung open lazily.
“Unh, unh, unh, unh…” she moaned each time I lifted up into her.
“You’re a fucking animal,” I yelled as I kept plugging away.
She laughed. “Yes! I’m your animal, baby!”
“My fucking animal!”
I wasn’t expecting her to react the way she did, but she pushed off the wall with her feet and I toppled over, falling straight back to the floor on my back with a thud. She landed on me in a dangerous way.
She fell onto my cock so hard I felt like I must’ve shoved all the way up into her stomach. She screamed in a way I’d never heard before. When they say bloodcurdling, this was definitely that.
But did she stop? No. Fuck no. It drove her crazy. She lifted off me and slammed down on top of me, lifted and smashed, lifted and smashed. She was uncontrollable.
“Fuck me, damn you. Fuck me!”
I was trying to. She was insatiable. She had a desire, a thirst I just couldn’t seem to quench. She turned around, barely pulling me out in the process, and rode me reverse cowgirl right there on the dirty floor.
She rolled her hips and got into a rhythm, a beautiful rhythm that went along to the strange music coming from the TV. Music and screaming sounded off behind me. I looked over my shoulder, back at the screen, and saw the man in chains screaming as the woman cut his chest with a knife.
I looked down at my own chest and at the blood that had pooled there from the cut on my face. I reached up to touch the slash and it was tender. It burned. She’d cut me bad. I touched her back and left a bloody handprint.
“You cut me pretty badly,” I said.
She ignored me and kept fucking me.
“I think I’m almost there,” she said.
“Did you hear me, I’m cut. I’m bleeding a lot.”
“I’m gonna come. Make me come, baby.”
I grabbed her hair and pulled her backwards and off of me. It hurt like hell, like I might snap in half.
“I’m fucking cut bad.”
I stood and looked for my clothes.
“Fucking pussy,” she said.
Again, my temper flared. I ran at her, bent her over the bed, and crammed my cock into her pussy. I gripped her waist and crashed into her. I looked up at the ceiling and laughed. I cackled. I fucking
laughed maniacally, loving the sight of the skin of her ass rippling as I pounded it from behind.
My blood splashed onto her back and instead of being worried about my well-being, I just wanted to punish her, to fuck her harder. I put my hand to my face and found it slick with blood. I wiped my hand through it and slapped her ass.
My handprint was wet and red and I slapped her again.
“Oh shit, yeah!” she screamed.
I slapped her again.
“Fucking hit me!”
A welt was forming on her ass. I slapped it again. I was fucking the shit out of her.
I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back as I kept smashing into her. Her tits shook and I watched as her eyes slammed shut and her mouth fell open. She was going to come. And I was going to fuck her through it.
“This fucking pussy is mine,” I yelled. “You hear that? You think I’m a fucking pussy? This is a fucking pussy and I want you to come. I want you to fucking come! You hear me?”
“Yes…ooooh…yes!”
“Yes what?”
“Yes…I…hear…you…just…keep…fuck…ing…me…please!” her voice stuttering out in syllables each time my cock drove into her.
She growled and screamed. She was about to come hard.
“Ahh! Shit!” she yelled. “I’m coming. Don’t stop. Ohhhhh!”
I yanked my dick out of her, flipped her over onto the bed, and shoved my face into her pussy hard. My teeth slammed against her clit and I sucked it. I licked it. I ate that motherfucker.
She went insane. She wiggled left and right and pulled my hair so hard I swear she ripped some of it out.
“Argh! Ahhhoooh!”
She tasted unbelievably good. I drank in her cum as she spilled it into my mouth. She was so delicious. I sucked on her, trying to drain every fucking drop. I wanted to vacuum out her juices.
Then, when she started to calm down, I got up, threw myself down onto the bed and pulled her on top of me.
“Now you fuck me dammit,” I ordered.
She snickered and climbed on top of me, sliding her wet pussy down over my slick cock. I was so hard it hurt. I needed to come. She was so fucking gorgeous there on top of me. She yanked the bun from her head, what was left of it, and sent her hair cascading down her shoulders, all the way to her tits.
She bucked her hips, driving her pussy down onto me, hugging my cock with her warm wet hole.
I looked up at the ceiling and watched as she tilted her head back and looked to be in pure ecstasy there on my lap. My face was a mess, blood caked over half of it. I’d stopped bleeding though.
The sight of her tits rising and falling in the mirror was it, it’s what sent me over the edge. I was going to come. I needed to come.
“I’m gonna come,” I warned her.
“Yes, do it!” she yelled.
And I did. I watched as my muscles tightened. My fists slammed down on the mattress and I drove up into her as I exploded. I shot into her, filling her with my seed. I watched as her pussy frothed over, my cum mixing with hers, creating a sexual cocktail that coated us both.
My muscles jerked a few times and then I was done.
She stopped riding me and fell down onto my chest. We both laughed.
“That was great,” I said.
“Yes, beautiful,” she replied.
Chapter 3
Isabelle rolled off of me. And walked towards the bathroom. I watched her magnificent, naked form leave and wondered what it would be like to stick around Panama for a while and actually have a relationship with this girl. She was the hottest, most animalistic girl I’d ever experienced. She was the girl you took home to mom and then bent over the hood of your car in the driveway after. She was the sweet housewife and the dirty whore. She was everything a man wanted.
With her out of the room, I got up and pulled on my underwear and pants. I plopped back down onto the bed and watched the strange porn in front of me. It was sick. A man was chewing on a woman’s nipple and it looked as if he were really eating it. Blood ran from his mouth and the woman was crying out in pain.
“For fuck’s sake. What’s wrong with these people?” I said to myself.
I reached for the remote and tried to change the channel. Nothing happened. I tried again. It lit up but the TV remained on the same channel. Then I remembered the code. I pushed #2991 and then the up button and the channel changed.
A black girl rode a white guy’s cock. I pushed “up” again.
A guy fucked another guy in the ass. I pushed “up” again.
A man dressed like a ninja fucked a circus clown. I pressed “up” again.
I don’t know what I was looking for but I just kept changing channels. So much porn and so much odd variety.
The screen went black. I pushed “up” again. Black. Again. Black. Again.
A strange show flashed onto the screen. An older man, maybe sixty years old, was in an empty room. He looked frightened. He went to the door in the room and banged on it. At the lower right corner of the screen were the words: Diablo Snuff.
“Help me!” the man yelled. “Somebody open the fucking door. This isn’t funny. If it’s money you want…I have money. Please.”
“What is this?” I asked out loud.
I looked over at the window that led to the shower and saw Isabelle’s amazing body silhouetted in the steamy shower. She was washing her hair and I thought about joining her.
The man on the TV stole my attention. He cried out as he moved to each wall in the room and banged with a closed fist.
“Please…just let me out!”
I watched as the man went to the bathroom door and banged on it. It too was locked.
“Let me the fuck out of here!”
Then a spout of some sort came out of the ceiling and spit something wet down on the man, like a quick shower. The man covered his face with his hand.
“What is that? What are you…”
He sniffed and then started to scream.
“No! No, please! Let me out of here! I won’t tell anyone!”
It was hard to see exactly what was happening, but it looked as if something came out of the wall, like a small box, and a flame shot out. And suddenly there was fire everywhere. The man screamed as he fell to his knees and rolled around, the relentless flames covering him. He ran into a wall and fell back down to the floor.
“What the fuck?” I said out loud. “Isabelle, what kind of shit is on this TV?”
She couldn’t hear me over the shower.
I entered the code and pushed the “up” button again.
Another room. This one was just like the previous, completely empty, bare walls with a bare floor. No furniture at all. This guy looked really young, probably just past the eighteen-year mark. He was walking around the room, his hands in his pockets. Again, at the bottom right of the screen were the words: Diablo Snuff.
What the fuck is Diablo Snuff?
The man spoke a language I wasn’t familiar with. He didn’t look to be too worried but was calling out a woman’s name, Anna Maria. He kept saying it over and over again.
As I watched the man pace the room, I paid closer attention to the room, specifically the door where I saw a mail slot.
I looked over at the mail slot on the door to my room. I looked back at the TV and saw the door was in the same exact location. I noticed the angle of the camera in relation to the door and looked over my shoulder and up at the air conditioning vent.
Something wasn’t right. I reached for my shoes and slid them on without socks. I just wanted to get the fuck out of there. I didn’t even grab my shirt.
The shower was running in my room. I looked over at the clear window expecting to see Isabella’s beautiful form being soaped up and saw an empty shower. The water was on but she was nowhere in sight.
“Isabella?” I called out.
“Anna Maria!” yelled the guy on the TV.
“Isabella?”
“Anna Maria!”
I wal
ked to the bathroom and opened the door. As I did, I looked once more at the TV. The young man who’d seemed so pleasant moments before was starting to freak out. He was yelling in his language.
Then small holes opened up in the walls around him.
The look on his face was pure terror. He opened his mouth and was about to scream when a blade shot out of the wall and skewered the man through his throat.
