Winter in hell. Chapter One. The Dotted Line. - Sex Stories

Winter in hell. Chapter One. The Dotted Line.

... in full view of me. My cock started to twitch and I could feel the blood draining from my previously red face into my member.

"Want it?" Winter teased.

Did she know about...

She bit her lip as she leaned over Mark to the table on his right. His cock millimetres from her mouth, my eyes were fixated on it. And then she handed me the letter, the envelope was black, not for the job then. Winter had kindly left her little paw prints of Mark's precum all over the envelope. I didn't say a word as I watched her hand slowly fall back to his cock as she began playing with his balls. I backed into the kitchen, her eyes still burning into me. 'Yes... I know.’ they screamed.

I started down at the envelope, lifted it to my nose and took a breath.

Fuck.

Inside the envelope was a blank card, jet black like the envelope itself. I took both up to my room, and started my computer, that little display had pushed me over the edge, fuck waiting another day. I lifted my finger to my tongue, my breathing so heavy. It didn't really have a smell that I could tell, just like the website said. With such a small amount it didn't taste of much either, I scrolled down and clicked on the live stream link. And there she was, I had been watching for about two weeks now, and it was just starting to get interesting. Spending all my paycheques on this website over the last two months, spending every free moment watching her shake and convulsive as the machines bored into her pussy and mind. She ...

... didn’t have a name yet. Just a number, but that was more than enough to bring up my old fanta..."

"Edward!" The voice roared at me.

"Its not what it looks..." I slammed the power button on the computer and span in my chair, to find my room dark and empty. Except for the red glow on my bed.

The card, what the fuck, its... glowing. In an old fashioned typeface the card reads. 'Say my name and say it loud, call me Tzu, summon me now.'

"Tzu?"

"Finally!" Came a roaring animistic voice from behind me.

"The fuck!" I span around. My pants falling to the ground as I assessed the intruder. "Who the fuck are you and how the fuck did you get in my bedroom!?"

Before me, appearing out of nowhere, stood a six foot tall man, dressed in a black suit, his shirt charcoal grey with three buttons open. Short black k neatly cut hair with a clean shaven jawline the Egyptians couldn't have built. For a second his dark blue eyes looked almost black...

"I... am Tzu." His southern accented voice was more a growl, and it seemed to echo almost, but inside my head.

"Is this some... tv show, where are the cam... hey look if you've been recording me while I jerk off the I'll su."

"This is no show Edward. Not yet. I have been trying to get your attention for some time now. Your lust has been calling me." He smiled, his pointed tongue gliding over his sharp, elongated teeth.

"Wha..."

"Come now, it's quite obvious. Or perhaps your human mind just doesn’t want to connect the ...