[F][STR] It Came For Me.

I collapsed on my bed, just having returned from work feeling so tired. I needed some “me time” to decompress from a long day of playing nice with the executives at my company, fake laughing at many jokes and doing “favors” that far exceeded my job description. 

I reported to the VP of finance. I was quite adept in my field, but as I was a young blonde woman I was often mistaken for an executive assistant or secretary. It didn’t help that I was rather timid and liked to wear pretty dresses. 

That day I was wearing a knee length dress that flared out at my slender waist. The skirt was pink and soft, and the top was black with a crocheted pattern overlay. The choker collar and open back were my favorite parts, but I minimized those with a black cardigan. My glasses had thick black frames. I felt fairly put together that day, except that my shoulder length hair was looking a little windswept and my pink nail polish was chipping. 

I lay there browsing the internet on my phone, looking at pictures of cute cat girls and some real cats too. I looked up the comics my favorite artists had drawn most recently, and read some relationship and sex stories. I didn’t have much drama of my own, so I liked to indulge in other people’s problems. 

Browsing the internet was fun and exciting, because I could go from cute cats to hentai in a flash, with the flick of my finger. You could say I was somewhat of a pornography hobbyist. I was very interested in the psychology of it, of why certain people might be turned on by something that others find abhorrent. Every once in a while I’d find myself feeling a little offended, when, on a sex advice post someone would shame one of my kinks. Not ever directly at me, but if anyone mentioned yiffing it was immediately shot down with disgusted comments. People would ask if those who liked tentacle porn were sick in the head, or if having a bit of a rape fantasy meant you were somehow broken. 

The further down I browsed, the more frequent the pictures of naked women and gifs of sex acts became. It was hard not to get turned on when you flick to the next post to see a girl smiling as three guys cum on her pretty face. 

I had recently finally found the word for one of my kinks. Apparently it’s called “felching” but I really don’t like that word. I prefer to just think of it as one girl cleaning up another (with her tongue) after she gets a creampie fucked into her. When I would play by myself I’d close my eyes and picture a girl laying beneath me, licking me as I get fucked from behind, her mouth open for the load that would soon spill out of me. 

But I digress. 

My magic wand wasn’t far away. It was always plugged in near my headboard, ready for quick use when I wanted to play. I thought about getting it out, but decided to leave it and just lightly touch myself some more as I looked at increasingly dirty pictures and videos. The slower I built up, the better it would be when I finally did come. I was laying on my back, my legs spread wide and relaxed. I was teasing my clit through my dress and pink panties. I could feel myself getting warm and wet. I got lost in my own little world of pleasure a bit, I’d delved into some monster hentai and was quite interested in it. 

Suddenly, the air in the room seemed to change. I didn’t see or hear, but more sensed it. A presence. I felt a chill spread down my scalp and spine. Something was watching me. 

In my peripheral vision, I saw it, tall and black. I turned my head from my phone to the door. It felt like so much effort to drag my eyes to where it stood. 

If it weren’t for the bestial aura emanating from it, I’d have guessed it was human. About 6 feet tall, dressed all in black, with black leather gloves and a hood and mask. I don’t know what the mask was covering, I don’t even know that it had a face. 

It took two small, hesitant steps towards me. I could tell it was curious about me, the way a large dog might yearn to inspect a kitten. 

I was frozen. I couldn’t move or speak, the same way I was paralyzed when, in my high school years, a boy had unexpectedly groped my ass from behind. I felt so very vulnerable, laying there on the soft grey sheets. 

It continued to creep towards me, its head slightly declined in what must have been an attempt not to scare me. 

As it approached the foot of my bed, I finally found feeling in my limbs again and was able to scramble to my knees. I felt relieved I hadn’t taken my panties off yet. At my movement, it halted and put a hand out as if to try and calm me. 

“Wh.. what do you want?” I stammered. Perhaps it was its calm demeanor, its tentative stance, that stopped me from screaming at it to get away from me, but probably not. I think it had put me under some kind of a spell. The bestial aura seemed to act on me like pheremones. Some kind of alien magic propelled me towards it, against all natural instinct. 

Of course it did not answer me with words. It lowered its hand and cocked its head, as if considering my body. It leaned in, and placed a hand on my bed for balance as it came close. Its hands were large and thick, covered in smooth leather gloves. It could probably get one of those hands nearly around my neck. As soon as that thought crossed my mind, its head snapped up and it’s face stared up into mine, less than a foot apart. It seemed to be taking me in with whatever senses it used. 

It drew in a continuous, low breath. It sounded more like a motor than an organic creature. Then, in one quick motion, it climbed up onto the bed with me. The motion startled me and I fell back into a compromising and vulnerable position. My dress had flipped up revealing my pink panties. I didn’t move to cover myself, for fear that the motion would startle my new… friend. 

On its knees, it crouched low to “sniff” at me again. As it’s face got close to my crotch I felt its warmth, and my lips and clit reacted by swelling and aching, begging to be stimulated. My panties were soaked.

It drew itself up onto its knees again, and when it did I noticed it too had done some swelling. It adjusted its clothing, a rough black wrapping, and revealed its equipment: two jet black cocks with pulsing purple veins. The top one was probably 9 inches long and thick. The other one, directly underneath, was a little shorter and more slender. 

My only guess is whatever this thing was, it had studied human women and made its best attempt at a form that would fill one up. 

I was past all reasonable doubt at this point. I had absolutely no frame of reference for this situation. So I did the only thing that made sense and slowly pulled my panties off, revealing my very wet and ready holes to it. 

It hooked my thighs with its arms and pulled me close. It was so very strong! After feeling how solid and powerful it was, I knew that if things turned sour, it was capable of holding me, or hitting me, or doing whatever it wanted to. 

It dipped it’s smaller dick into my pussy, getting nice and wet. The feeling inside me was intense and its member almost seemed to buzz with energy. After a few thrusts, it came back out and repositioned me to penetrate me with the Big One. I didn’t know if I was ready for that, I was fairly small and tight and even though I was dripping wet, I was afraid it might hurt. I let it proceed anyways. I didn’t really have much of a choice after all. 

It went slowly, first only the tip and then thrusting deeper and deeper. I felt a hot, burning, painful pleasure radiate from my cunt all the way through my body. I cried out once, and it slowed briefly but then resumed its pace. As it continued, now thrusting its full length into me, the pain subsided. I could feel its other wet, hot cock rubbing along my ass as it thrusted. After a couple minutes of this ecstatic fucking, I was on the edge of cumming. My breathing increased and I reached out to rub my clit and push myself over the edge.

Noticing this, it slowed down, angling me upwards slightly. On its next thrust in, its second cock curved to push on my very tight asshole. I had known this was coming, and I was both excited and terrified about it. It pushed ahead, forcing both cocks into me at once. Its hands were still gripping my thighs, making it impossible for me to get away. 

I cried out once again and the pain brought tears to my eyes, but that didn’t stop it. It kept going and after a few more thrusts the pain subsided and was replaced with overwhelming sensations of pleasure. 

I resumed rubbing my clit, now totally lost in this experience. I surrendered to the feelings and felt an orgasm building once again. I looked up to its face, trying to communicate with a look everything that I was feeling. It just faced me in return, keeping a forceful, consistent pace going in its assault on my holes. 

I drew in my breath and held it. I could tell I was seconds from cumming, I was getting tighter and tighter around its cocks. Finally it hit. I could feel my muscles convulsing around it. I seemed to continue cumming for forever, gushing all over it. The bed beneath me was soaked. I was sweating and panting. 

It bent down, still fucking my pussy and my ass, and reached up one hand to stick a finger in my gaping mouth. I sucked on it gratefully, so happy it was filling me up in every way. 

Its pace quickened. I guessed it was close to cumming inside me now too. Its other hand wrapped around my throat, just as I’d pictured earlier. It had only been a couple minutes since I came but I could feel another orgasm close already. 

After another minute or so I started to feel it swell inside me. This must be it. The thought of it cumming in me and filling me up brought me to the brink again. It straightened up, one hand still on my throat, and thrusted into me with so much force and power. My perception of pain and pleasure was completely blurred, it was one and the same. It was fucking me senseless, it seemed to have lost its regard for my comfort in pursuit of its climax. Finally, it burried its members deep within me and held me there. It threw its head back, and I felt something travelling up its shafts into me. Soon, a hot sticky stream of eggs and fluid started pumping into me, making me feel full and warm. I rubbed myself again as it came in me, and I orgasmed hard, which seems to help draw its deposit into me deeper.

Once the pumping had stopped it relaxed, and slumped down on top of me, heaving. My heart rate slowly decreased until I had fully caught my breath. As the fog of ecstasy lifted I started to question what had just happened to me. Who, or what, had I just let fuck and impregnate me? 

It withdrew from me, and covered itself back up. I lay there motionless, just watching its next move. It stood up beside the bed. It fiddled with something on its wrist and removed a cuff. It set the cuff down on my nightstand. The cuff was black, but I could see a glowing purple logo or symbol on the inside of it. 

It turned to me, considering me in the same way it had sized me up earlier. After a moment it turned and walked almost robotically out of my room. 

I passed out from the trauma of the experience, exhausted from the strangest and most intense sexual encounter of my life. 

Hours later I woke up, still laying in a slightly sticky pool of our body fluids. I investigated my house to find it completely empty. No sign of forced entry on my locked doors, no trace of my friend. 

I spent weeks searching through forums and databases for information on that purple symbol. Each week I grew less hopeful of finding answers, and each week my belly grew larger and larger. 

I can feel it moving inside me now, whatever is growing there. 

I don’t browse the internet for porn as much these days. Mostly I just think back to my encounter, rembering the details. 

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