The Rawsone Residence, Unknown City, Unknown State...
Nightfall brought with it all the usual aspects of unrest as the door to the young lad's bedroom slowly crept open and silent footsteps inched their way closer to the bed. The lad continued to pretend to be asleep, knowing full well what was about to happen as it had so many times before. He could already feel the dipping of the bed due to the added weight that had not been his own and the smell of the rancid stench that could only be alcohol as the all too familiar figure with high blond curls slowly inched its way toward him on the bed. The rest of the house was silent and dark due to the hour aside from minor splotches of moonlight that managed to pierce through the drapes that lined the old large framed windows, it was vastly difficult to see when one had not allowed their eyes to adjust to the lack of light properly.
The lad huddled with the covers pulled over his body not at all wishing to have to endure what his weary young mind and body had already been aware was about to happen. He didn't need to move to know that the figure in the dark had been naked, he could feel the loose swaying of her breasts as they dangled along with the curly blonde locks of her hair as if directed toward him as she fished through the covers and her hands, uncoordinated and sloppy, moved along his body until they fished for the ends of his trousers and the none too subtle tugging that persisted before they eventually gave way and sharp fingernails hooked into the white underwear that shielded her from her prize and pulled them down as well.
He could feel her hand rubbing along his semi-exposed backside as she gripped that which she sought most. The feeling of dread and nausea filled him once more as the stench of her rancid breath from all the cigarettes and booze she ingested day in and day out had led to her horrid bout with halitosis. The feeling of intense rage swelled within the chest of the lad as he continued to lie there his fists balled beneath the covers as the outrage at having been used for a sex object had boiled to the surface.
His treacherous cock always seemed to respond to her touch, standing at attention the moment her heated breath had been upon it. He groaned at the sensation of her attempting to suckle him but his enormous size prevented it from happening and the throbbing grew more and more intense. The rage had command of him as he found himself no longer pretending to be asleep when she rolled him onto his back and fitted her smelly hand over his mouth while pinning him via her body to the mattress as she slowly slid her slick wetness along his middle moaning as she did before taking her free hand and impaling herself against his will while watching the massive length of steel flesh disappear inside the opening from whence it came.
The eyes of the lad rolled into the back of his head and there was the bliss of nothing and suddenly another had taken his place. This lad had been quite eager to indulge the drunken woman in her quest to have satisfaction in the worst way as he'd agreed. A growl rumbled from beneath her hand and before she knew it, she'd been lifted off the bed and pinned with her wrists above her head while the newly reawakened lad thrust into her like a madness had overtaken him.
He was rough in his play and aggressive in his need, the way she often liked it as she began to moan out loud while the bed shook and her body and breasts bounced before the lad's dark eyes as he enjoyed the sensation of warmth that surrounded him. The lad pinned the blonde to the bed growling in her ear about having awakened "King Richard" as his hips moved about a mile per minute. The blonde seemed to be in awe of him as he pumped between her thighs as if he had not a care in the world.
With his free hand, the lad smacked the blonde across the backside causing her already jolting hips to move faster but leaving a red mark that seemed to excite him all the more. He was something of an animal in his quest to find the release she had set him up to have when she initiated their act.
Her moans drove him crazy as he continued to pump into her wild in his abandoned state of mind as the older blonde too began to lose herself entirely. The noises coming from the bedroom would have been enough to wake the dead due to how intense the overall act had gotten.
In the heat of the moment, the lad growled in the blonde's ear about her being a whore for him and loving how huge his appendage had been. She slapped him across the face only for him to pin her to the mattress and drill her insides harder. His eyes had become dark and his body seemed to have a mind of its own as he pounded her harder and harder into the bedding as she scratched and clawed at his back with each thrust.
"So fucking wet..." he growled losing himself and even more control as the act began to get the better of him. "That's it...get wet for Daddy."
The blonde continued to moan as she felt him nearly splitting her in two, just the way she liked it as he continued to pump between her legs desperate in his pacing to reach the release he had craved from the moment the act began.
She managed to slap him across the face again none too thrilled about the dirty words that dripped from his rather oddly deepening voice. He took the hit well enough pumping her harder in return for her insolence.
"Admit it old Bitch you love cumming on Daddy's dick," he growled still pumping into the now-lost woman's body at an alarming speed.
This sent her over the edge and he came crashing down right along with her. After a few moments of panting and withdrawing, The blonde moved to get clear of the bed but she seemed quite upset at the way he spoke to her.
"You will not speak to me in that manner..." she began only for the lad to outright pounce pinning her to the bed via his body and wrapping his arms around her throat as he fitted himself back between her thighs.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" he growled. "You will not speak to me as if you know me bitch...this pussy belongs to me, this house belongs to me...I will make sure you suffer unimaginable harm should you ever cross me again...now spread your legs and moan for Daddy like the good bitch you are."
The blonde was seemingly terrified and turned on by the domineering persona the lad had gained throughout their sexual association. He pushed his already massive and once more erect cock into her depths and true to his demand, she moaned shamelessly at the welcome sensation.
The lad grunted and leaned close to her ear.
"That's a good bitch, now ride Daddy's cock." he demanded.
She did as he instructed still terrified of what he might do to her should she disobey. He had still had his hands wrapped around her neck after all, but she had started this little game and he seemed to have every intention of finishing it.
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
The Master Bedroom, The Rawsone Residence, Denver, Colorado.....
Hadrian Rawsone awoke in a cold sweat to find he'd been back in his home and master bedroom. The vivid images of the dream and the sensation of the woman's body right down to her rancid breath had been so real as he looked about in the darkness comforted only by the sight of a slumbering Julia who had accompanied him to bed once the finished seeing to cleaning the house after the party.
Shaken by what he saw in his dream, Hadrian slipped carefully out of bed so as not to awaken Julia who had already had a difficult day. Slowly, the good doctor stumbled about in the dark as he finally reached the bathroom of his home and made his way over toward the sink where he took to splashing water on his face in a bid to gain some form of control over himself.
The dream felt so real and had been so vivid from what he recalled of it.
{"Memories can be a painful thing if one is not careful with them."} said a voice that seemed to catch the good doctor off guard.
"What the hell?" he asked as he found the voice coming from the mirror in front of him.
{"She was a good fuck I must say but a lousy bitch any other time."} said the figure in the mirror that shifted before Hadrian's weary eyes and became someone else, but still held his similar appearance.
Dark eyes met hazel as the two stood face to face so to speak.
{"Made her scream for hours on the end of my dick and she loved every hour of it."} taunted the figure in the mirror. {"Too bad you didn't bother to stick around, I suppose it was fitting nonetheless. "}
"Who are you?" asked Hadrian in confusion.
{"Wouldn't you like to know?"} asked the similar figure in the mirror. {"Come closer, I'll give you a hint."}
Hadrian gingerly stepped closer to the mirror and before he knew it, he ended up slipping on the dripping water from his hands hitting his head against the sink before falling flat on his back onto the bathroom floor.
As the pain began to take hold, everything had gone dark for Dr. Hadrian Rawsone. His body felt as light as air as a voice seemed to whisper in his ear before he felt and knew nothing.