The Fatal Temptation Ch. 04

Carnival of Cruelty

The night was thick with darkness, and the rental room in the urban village stank of sweat, tobacco, and cheap perfume. After their first round of fucking, Eric--now going by Erica--lay sprawled out on the beat-up mattress, her wig all crooked, her bright red lipstick-smeared lips gasping for air. The migrant worker john propped himself against the headboard, his calloused hands lighting up a cheap cigarette, smoke drifting up under the shitty yellow light. His eyes still raked over Erica's sweat-drenched body, hungry as hell, nowhere near done. That first wild fuck had scratched an itch for both of them, but the raw lust buried deep inside was like a goddamn inferno, burning hotter by the second.

Erica fixed her messy wig, threw him a slutty glance, and crawled over like a tame little cat, locking eyes with his horny stare. She leaned in for round two of "servicing" him, her tongue sliding over his solid chest, circling his hard nipples, sucking just enough to pull a low grunt out of him. Then she moved to his sweaty feet, licking the soles and sucking each toe like it was a treat. The john squinted, loving it, a smug-ass smirk curling his lips.

Her tongue worked its way to his crotch, the air getting heavy with dirty vibes. She kissed his balls, teasing the folds with her tongue, then took his fat cock soaked in lustful fluid into her mouth. She sucked the tip over and over, spit dripping everywhere, making wet slurping noises that got him going. Before long, that dick was hard as steel in her mouth, veins popping, aimed straight at the ceiling.

"Come on, hop on and fuck yourself," the john barked, tossing his cigarette butt aside and lying back with his arms behind his head, ready to be served. Erica got the message, climbed up, straddled his hips, lined herself up with that monster cock, and eased down slow, letting out a loud, "Ah--" Her "slut hole" clamped tight around his dick, wet and scorching, and as she started bouncing, the room filled with the loud slap-slap-slap of skin on skin.

While she rode him, Erica groped her big silicone tits, pinching the nipples and pulling a nasty, whorish face. She stuck out her tongue, drool dangling from her lips, panting filthy shit like: "Ah... your big cock's so thick... fuck me 'til I'm dead... I'm your cheap little whore..." That dirty talk hit him like a shot of Viagra, making the beast in his eyes go apeshit. Her little dick--what she called her "clit"--flopped around as she moved, like a limp noodle, smacking against his hairy gut with soft pat-pat sounds.

The john wasn't about to just sit there. He grabbed her half-hard little dick with his rough hand and started jerking it hard. He wasn't gentle--more like he was wrenching a tool--and soon that "clit" was stiff as a board in his grip, leaking clear juice. Erica's moans turned shrill, her body shaking like crazy, but her ass kept slamming down on his cock. "Ah... I'm gonna cum... fuck me... harder..." she screeched, and with one brutal tug from him, her dick shot thick white cum everywhere--some splattered his scruffy face, some hit his chest and belly, dripping down his hairy skin.

The john let out a guttural growl, clearly turned on as fuck by the nasty show. He wiped the cum off his face, flashed a yellow-toothed grin, and snarled, "You slut, you fuckin' know how to work it." He grabbed her waist, slammed her down hard so his cock was balls-deep, roared low, and yanked her up off the bed.

"Whore, still not enough for you, huh?" he sneered, showing off those yellow teeth, his voice gravelly and dripping with animal lust. He gripped her waist and ass tight, holding her up like a toy while his hips pounded away. That thick, long cock rammed in and out of her tight asshole, each thrust making a sticky, wet sound as fluids dripped down her thighs and hit the grimy floor.

In that cramped rental room, the john fucked her while carrying her around, his steps heavy and rough. His cock was like a red-hot poker, stabbing deep into her guts without mercy, every thrust making her insides clench and forcing out hoarse moans. He played her like a yo-yo--grabbing her ass, tossing her up, then slamming in hard as she dropped, loving how her tight walls squeezed his dick. The power trip had him hyped, eyes bloodshot, grinning like a psycho.

At first, Erica kept up, arms around his neck, legs locked tight around his waist, twisting her hips like a total slut and moaning all sexy: "Ah... so deep... you're so rough, daddy..." Her wig bounced around, red lips parted, eyes glassy. But as he kept hammering away, she started fading--legs going weak, moans breaking apart--until one savage thrust knocked her out cold, head flopping onto his shoulder, body limp as a rag.

"Fuck, you dead or what?" the john spat on her face, pissed she wasn't responding, and chucked her back onto the bed. The mattress groaned as Erica flopped down, legs splayed wide, her asshole red and wrecked, gaping a little to show the wet, raw inside. He didn't give a fuck--climbed on, knelt between her legs, grabbed her skinny ankles, spread 'em wide, and shoved his cock back in.

Out like a light, Erica couldn't fight back, her body rocking with his thrusts, letting out random, unconscious moans. The john braced himself over her, hips slamming like a jackhammer. His fat cock tore through her insides, the head grinding her walls raw, until he buried it deep one last time. He roared like an animal, balls tightening, blasting thick cum deep inside her. Panting, he savored the high, pulling out slow as a stream of cloudy white leaked from her hole onto the sheets.

After unloading, the john plopped down at the head of the bed and lit another cheap cigarette, squinting through the smoke. He glanced at Erica--still passed out, her asshole fucked so hard it couldn't close, swollen and flipped out, oozing a mix of cum and her own juices down her thighs. He took a few drags, smoke swirling around his ugly mug, and kicked her leg, annoyed: "Wake up, slut, don't fuckin' sleep, I ain't done with you."

She didn't budge, so he got fed up. Cigarette dangling from his mouth, he climbed on top, straddling her fake tits, and slapped her hard across the face. Still out, so he aimed his half-soft cock at her face and let loose a stream of hot, stinking piss. The yellow mess poured over her, running down her eyes and lips, reeking like hell. She coughed a few times, finally stirring awake, blinking groggily. The john smirked when he saw her come to, pinched her chin, forced her mouth open, and dumped the rest of his piss down her throat.

"Swallow it, you filthy whore," he growled, mean as shit. Erica was wiped out but too scared to say no, choking down the nasty liquid, her throat gurgling. The john watched, loving it, a twisted glint in his eyes, his hand already creeping back to her crotch, making it damn clear this night of filth wasn't over yet.