Page 15 of Dark Visions (Strange Gifts #1)

Krauss left the emergency room, the need to get to his woman so strong he nearly ran over an orderly in the hallway. He didn’t care. He just needed to get to where she was. She’d found another couple, and they were primed and ready. The energy was building. His need, his desire, was so strong he couldn’t contain it. This would be the couple. These two people would end his search.

He zipped through traffic, pulling onto the freeway. His GPS coordinates told him he was only a few miles away, but it felt like a hundred. He took the exit and followed the directions down the long tree-lined street filled with historic brownstones.

Pulling up to the three-story structure, he parked his car, cleared his GPS coordinates, and nearly ran up the steps. When he knocked, a tall, voluptuous redhead answered the door in a skin-tight black skirt and white silk blouse, the buttons nearly bursting.

“Well, hello, you must be the doctor we ordered,” she said, smiling at him through crooked teeth.

“I am, ma’am. What can I help you with?” he said, nearly ready to tear off her clothes right there on the front steps.

“I feel a pain, here,” she said, touching between her legs. “And here.” She squeezed her large breasts, and Krauss grinned.

Stepping inside the brownstone, to the right was a living room where his beautiful partner sat next to an older man, his gray hair and weathered skin a contrast to her perfect features. He was naked, his cock in the hands of his beautiful vixen.

“Hi, baby, come join us. We’re having fun,” she said, smiling at the older man who grinned a lascivious grin. She continued to stroke his cock and then fell to her knees, taking him in her mouth. The redhead removed Krauss’s lab coat, and he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a lean upper body. He yanked the woman toward him and ripped the cream silk blouse open, buttons flying everywhere.

Her breasts were spilling from a bra that was easily two sizes too small. He took the scalpel from his scrub pants and gently ran it down the center of the bra. Her breasts burst free, and he sighed at the large rosy nipples. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her husband smiling at them. The sick fuck was enjoying the little show.

She started to kneel before him, but he gripped her hair and pulled her toward the sofa. Leaning her over the back, giving her husband the full view of his wife’s luscious breasts dangling over the thick cushions. Krauss gripped the edges of her skirt and ripped the garment free of her body. She squealed in surprise, and he slapped her ass hard.

The husband looked up, surprised by the act, and then smiled a little nod at Krauss. His cock was being sucked, so he didn’t really give a fuck what the stranger did to his wife. Without warning, he slammed into the redhead, his dick buried, balls deep into her wet pussy. Reaching around her body, he gripped her tits hard and squeezed with all his might as she cried out in pain.

“Shut the fuck up!” he yelled.

She nodded, and he moved harder against her as he watched the blonde suck off her husband. He howled his release in the blonde’s mouth, her plump red lips slick with his juice. She allowed her tongue to glide across her mouth in a seductive grin. It was all the motivation Krauss needed as he released inside the man’s wife.

“Now, you two,” he said, staring at the redhead and pointing to his beautiful blonde. “You two on the floor now. I want to see you go down on her.”

The redhead smiled at the man. She didn’t know his name, didn’t need to know his name. They were part of an elite club. Every member vetted, and every person knew what might wait for him or her.

The blonde sprawled out on the plush rug of the living room floor, her legs wide, revealing a slick, shaved pussy. She was much thinner than the redhead, her hip bones protruding, her pert fake breasts mounted on her chest. The redhead knelt between her legs and opened her wide, running her tongue up her wet slit. She tasted sweet, and the blonde woman smiled down at her, fisting her hair in her hands.

Krauss gripped his cock and stroked while watching, noting that the husband was doing the same. He didn’t want anything to do with the old man, but if he wanted to play that game, Krauss would play until he got what he wanted. He’d get his outcome no matter. Sure enough, the old man stood and walked toward him. Setting a hand on his shoulder, he continued to pump his cock looking between the women and Krauss.

Disgusting old bastard, thought Krauss. It didn’t matter. He watched the women go at it with each other, and when they both lay spent from their encounter, Krauss walked toward them and ordered them on their knees in front of him. His fist gripped tighter and pumped harder, the hot liquid spraying on their faces.

He would need to make sure he cleaned it up later. Anything left behind might be used against him.

“Let’s take this upstairs,” said the redhead. “We have a room all prepared for whatever mess we want to create.”

She smiled at the other couple and swung her hips up the stairs, her husband obediently following. Krauss grinned at the blonde. In their world, that would mean they had a playroom with plastic covering everything. No mess. No clean up.

Perfect.