By: CloudCraft9
She sat on the edge of the bed in her blue robe, the gentle touch of the cool air kissing the bare flesh beneath it. She had given up smoking when she turned twenty-five, but damn, she was sure wanting one now.
She heard the heavy heels of his boots stepping up to the bedroom door, a hard couple of knocks followed. They had known each other for three years, and he had always worn boots.
“Come in.” Jessica called out softly.
The door creaked opened slowly, and Brandon stepped in. If they had never met, if this moment was never going to happen, she might would have found him attractive.
“Damn,” he said towards her as he closed the door behind him, “you look fuckin’ fine as Hell.”
Jessica turned her brown eyes away from him, started to unfasten her robe. “Let’s just get it over with.” She growled.
“Hold up a minute,” Brandon said as he stepped towards her and put his heavy hand to her firm abdomen, “no need to rush it all, babe.”
He trickled the tip of his fingers softly down the side of her slender face. She tried to look away, but he cuffed her chin and turned her shimmering eyes towards him.
“Let’s take it slow.” He said. “Tease me, you got no idea how badly I’ve been wanting this.”
Jessica felt the raging urge to kick his balls straight up into his lungs, to grab her high heeled shoe nearby and stab the point through his neck. But she couldn’t…not now at least.
“What do you want me to do?” She asked him with a bitter resentment.
He stepped back, smiling, knowing that she had accepted the reality of the situation. His lips curled in the blackness of his long beard.
“Turn around, face the bed. Take off that robe for me Jess, nice and slow. Tease me with that sweet little ass of yours.”
Jessica eyed the pointed blade of her shoe again, thinking how she could wear it to church on Sunday and confess the crime that she had committed with it. What would it accomplish though except to put her into an even dire situation later?
She turned, her eyes staring down at the bed that was soon to be stained with sin and immorality. Her hands loosened the sash that was tied around her waist, and slowly, she shook the blue garment from her slender shoulders.
“Yeah, babe, that’s fucking hot.” The voice of Satan gloated as she lowered the robe slowly down her smooth skin. “Shake that tight Latina ass for me before you drop it. I’ve dreamed of this moment since the day we met.”
She flicked her waist, slowly, like a gypsy dancer she saw in a movie once, and let the robe cascade to the floor. She stood before him embarrassingly naked…like a statue devoid of clothes that is forced to watch generations of people gander at its exposed features. This was it…the deed was about to be done.
“Fuck yeah!” Brandon cheered as he stepped towards her. “It’s even better than what I’ve imagined it to look like.”
Brandon’s hand smacked her cheek roughly, Jessica let out a faint welp. Her ass stung from where his hand had just slapped it. He wrapped his massive arms around her, touching the bare flesh of her neck with his lips, holding her so close that she could feel his dick thumping impatiently in his jeans.
“Not used to a real man, huh?” He said into her ear, as he started kissing her softly.
“Fuck you.” Jessica fired back.
“Yeah, you’re about too.” He bent her across the edge of the bed, his eyes raging with ravenous desire as he looked down at her ass pressed against his crotch. “Don’t worry Jess, I ain’t gonna hurt ya too bad.”
Brandon pulled his shirt off, unfastened his jeans as swift as a river starts to floods after a hurricane. He grabbed her hair, lifted up her face from the bed with the grasp of a gorilla.
“You’re gonna fuckin’ enjoy this, babe. I know you ain’t never felt something this hard in you before.”
Jessica’s breath escaped from her soft lips as Brandon plunged into her. She hated him. Down to her very core…she fucking hated him. He continued to pound his way into her pussy. Thick, solid flesh…if it wasn’t happening the way it was happening, she’d probably love it.
Brandon let go of her hair, and clasped his bear sized hands on her slender thighs. He moved the solid shaft of his pulsing manhood deep into her. Thrusting, pounding, enjoying…savoring.
Jessica wanted to scream. Holler out for help, but what good was it going to do? She was at his disposal, and as he slapped her ass again, she knew that she was just going to have wait for it to end.
Brandon finally pulled out. “Turn over,” he commanded, “I’m gonna finish all over your tits and face, just to mark my claim on you.”
Jessica rolled helplessly onto her back, her firm legs spread wide to accept him again. Her defeated gaze stared lifelessly up towards the ceiling above the shimmering glow of his ignited dark eyes.
His hand cuffed her breast. She was ashamed to see that her nipples had naturally hardened in sick enjoyment of it all.
“Oh yeah, you’re liking this ain’t you Jess?” He said to her as he softly started rubbing her pussy with the solid tip of his thick penis. His weighted fingers skipping across her solid breasts.
She didn’t say a word in reply. Just laid back on the blanket and let him enjoy her. He wasn’t going to last much longer, she could tell. Giants topple eventually.
He thrust his dick into her again, and Jessica let out a gasp of breath as she felt it move up into her body. He was loving it…she was baring it.
The ending came faster than she had expected. Brandon’s face lifted towards the ceiling, his muscular frame started tightening, and he pulled out of her as soon as he felt that blessed numbness sweep through his heavy frame.
New life splashed across Jessica’s large breasts. The giant pulled her head closer to his dick as more of his warm fluids shot onto her beautiful face. He stooped, and almost fell, as his body ejaculated the last load down onto the firmness of her stomach. Giants topple eventually.
“Oh, fuck yeah.” He hollered before letting loose of Jessica’s hair. Just to make sure there was none left, she gently cuffed his balls in the smoothness of her hand and rubbed them gently, defeatedly.
“Damn,” he said down to her as he stepped back, “that was great!” He reached into the pocket of his pants and took out his phone.
“Smile, babe.” He snapped a quick picture of her cum soaked body. She grabbed her robe and started wiping her face as Brandon started getting dressed.
“There, we’re done.” She said to him lowly…lifelessly.
Brandon stepped out the bedroom door, not completely closing it behind him. He took a deep breath and reached into his pocket.
Johnathan was sitting at the kitchen table, the dim glow of a lamp casting eerily upon him. Brandon stepped up and flopped down a wad of cash in front of him.
“Eight hundred bucks,” Brandon said, “that outta be enough to cover it all.”
Johnathan stayed silent as Brandon tossed down another two hundred. “Your wife’s ass makes it all worth a thousand. Nicest one I’ve ever had bent in front of me, dude.”
Johnathan stayed silent. Brandon patted him firmly on the shoulder.
“Hey, cheer up, man. Times are rough right now for lots of people. But you’re one lucky son-of-a-bitch, you know. You get to sleep with Jessica every night. I’m jealous, dude, very jealous.”
Johnathan stayed motionlessly silent, staring off into the darkness of the room. Brandon walked to the front of the apartment and opened the door to leave.
“If you need me help you out with next month’s rent, just let me know. I’ll have to pick up a couple slots of overtime, but it’s fucking worth it for that! Maybe you can join us next time, huh?”
Johnathan didn’t say a word.
“Alright, well fuck you then, dude. I’ll catch you later.”
Brandon closed the door, triumphantly, and the hollow heels of his boots echoed loudly as he walked away. The bedroom door creaked opened, just a little, and Jessica stood in the entryway in her robe, staring silently at her husband.
He finally moved his green eyes towards her, and she could see the emptiness and remorse inside of them…swelling like an angry sea. The dreaded accomplishment of a tragic failure shining brightly. Without a word though, she closed the door between them.
Johnathan looked down at the wad of cash in front of him. He grabbed it, shoved it into his pocket, and stood up from the table.
On the wall above the couch, where he and Jessica had made love many times before, there hung a picture of them from a costume party. Halloween was their favorite time of year, and Jessica’s tan legs went on forever under the mini-skirt she had worn.
Standing next to her, his smiling face hidden under a featureless hooded mask, was Johnathan. That night turned into one of their best memories. They were happy under those masks, free of whomever the world required them to be. It stirred him happily to remember it all.
The idea struck Johnathan like a lightning bolt. He walked to a small closet and dug through a box of memories until he found that same blank, expressionless, mask. He closed the closet, and held the faceless garment tightly in his clenched fist.
At the side of the oven was a knife block, a wedding gift from a happier time. He unsheathed the longest knife in the block, looked it over to make sure it was sharpened just enough, and stepped out the front door.
As he walked down the covered balcony towards the stairs, where his battered old Ford sat at the base, he heard a voice say into his mind: “Giants topple eventually.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/i8e7s9/when_giants_fall_mmf_eroticahorror