Chapter 6: The Salt Bride Wakes
Laura awoke with a start, her body drenched in sweat, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. She looked around, her eyes adjusting to the dim light of the cabin. The room was small, the walls lined with faded wallpaper that peeled at the edges. A single window, obscured by heavy curtains, let in a faint glow from the moon outside. The air was thick with humidity, the scent of salt and decay heavy in her nostrils.
She felt disoriented, her body aching as if she had been running for hours. She had been dreaming of Emily being fucked in the glass wall room of The Playground. Her heavy tits swinging with each brutal thrust from Marcus.
The way his giant black cock disappeared into Emily's pussy, only to reappear glistening with her juices. The sound of their bodies slapping together, the scent of sex filling the room. Laura had watched it all, her own pussy aching with need, her fingers buried deep inside herself as she came, her orgasm echoing Emily's.
Laura gasped, the memory of the dream still fresh in her mind. Her body was still aching, her skin still hot with the remnants of the pleasure she had just experienced. She could feel the faint echo of the orgasm, the memory of the sensation still lingering in her clit.
She looked down at her body, her breasts heaving with her breath, her nipples still hard and aching. But as her gaze traveled lower, she noticed something strange. There was a dampness on the sheets, a dark stain that wasn't from her own sweat.
She frowned, her brow furrowing in confusion. She must have been more turned on in her dream than she thought, she reasoned, dismissing the thought as quickly as it came. It was probably just her own wetness, she told herself, her hand reaching down to touch herself, just to be sure. But her fingers came away dry, the only moisture the faint dew of her dream-induced sweat. She dismissed the thought, her body still humming with the remnants of her dream, her mind already drifting back to the image of Emily and Marcus, their bodies entwined, their moans filling the air.
Laura's hand slipped into her panties, her fingers brushing against her still-sensitive clit. She gasped, a soft moan escaping her lips as she began to rub herself, her body already aching for more.
She closed her eyes, letting the images of the club come flooding back. The way Marcus had thrust into Emily, his big black cock disappearing inside her, only to reappear glistening with her juices. The way Emily had moaned, her tits bouncing with each brutal thrust. Laura's hand moved faster, her fingers rubbing against her clit, her body already on the edge.
But then she felt it again, that strange sensation from before. Like someone was watching her, like someone was touching her. She froze, her eyes snapping open, her heart pounding in her chest.
The cabin was dark, the only light the faint glow of the moon outside. She looked around, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. There was no one there. Just the shadows, dancing and flickering in the dim light.
Shaking it off as her imagination she returned to the image of the club, only this time Marcus was fucking her , not Emily. His thick, heavy cock pounding into her pussy, her body trembling with each brutal thrust.
Laura's fingers moved faster, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing in anticipation. She was so close.
Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her fingers rubbing her clit with a furious pace. Her hips bucked against her hand, her body desperate for more. But then she felt it again. A presence. A heat. A touch that wasn't her own.