Mermaid Chants

Mermaid Chants

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Submitted: November 17, 2016

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Submitted: November 17, 2016

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She had her hand in his when the cab pulled over. They were a little nervous. All week they had planned this, and yet it felt so spontaneous. The look on his face when he glanced at her made her smile a little. His features were lit by the big red neon sign that blinked regularly outside. ‘Mermaid Chants’ was the name of the place. Several people with cigarettes between their lips and drinks in their hands chattered merrily on the sidewalk, crowding the entrance. The couple lurked from within the car, as to make sure that was the right place, or whether they had the courage to go in. The driver paid, they stepped out of the vehicle and made their way through the crowd.  

The warmth they felt once they got inside made them promptly remove their coats and hand them to the millinery. Amy was wearing a short casual red dress; it molded her body nicely; but in spite of being where she was, she didn’t want to look too slutty. Her high stilettos gave her bottom a nice perk. She looked sexy despite her efforts. She could feel a few pairs of eyes on her already. Scott, on the other hand, had not put too much thought into it. It was also his first time in a place like this, so he really didn’t know what the dress code would be, or if there was any. The simple striped shirt and dark jeans he had chosen did not make justice to what hid underneath them. 

Still holding hands, they walked through all the chairs and stools and tables that were all over the place, people drinking and chatting and laughing everywhere, couples kissing, making out in the darker corners. It was just one big room with an atmosphere they had never witnessed before. People were there to escape reality, to forget their problems, to give in to their wants and needs. And so they did. Every person in that place seemed to be one step closer to going back to their primitive forms. A safe, secret haven of intoxicated beings. A single door, at the very end of the room, between two potted palm trees, was blocked by a bouncer. Scott showed him their invitations and the man opened the door behind him, which led to a staircase. 

Surprise conquered every bit of their faces when they got upstairs. A very deep silence filled a long hall. An ocean blue carpet covered the floor and dark walls were heavily decorated with sea-life themed engravings in goldThere were five shut doors on the left and five more on the right, each of them numbered from 1 to 10. They all had a different sigil painted in orange on them: a three-headed monkey holding a spear, two mermaids swirled into a deep kiss, a cherry tree, and so on. At the end of the hall stood a short reading desk, a single sheet of paper laying on it. When they approached it, they noticed it contained a long list of names, including their own, and rooms assigned to each one. Amy and Scott were assigned to room number 7. They held hands and stared into each other, then at their door. The sigil on this one was a succubus playing the lyre. A deep breath came from the couple before they entered the room. 

It was empty. Four bright white walls, the white hard floor and the white ceiling. A small round table had been placed in the middle, also white. There were two chocolate truffles on the table, filling two of four wrappers. Amy shrugged and took one, popping it into her mouth. Scott followed her lead shortly after.  

The walls started melting, slowly, like they were made of wax. The ceiling looked ready to collapse. They tried to go back, to run away, but the door was gone. They were trapped into a melting room. Amy shrieked when the first wave hit her heel. The room was now being flooded by saltwater, fish swimming around them and brushing their legs as the water level quickly rose. Soon they realized the whole room had fallen apart and they were in the middle of the ocean, lost and confused, scared for their lives. The sea had engulfed them completely. 

Scott’s gentle grip on her wrist had Amy opening her eyes back up. He was there, floating in front of her, naked. She was naked too, deep in the water, fickle beams of light shining on them through the calm waves. They weren’t dead. Or at least it seemed that way. They hugged, clinging to each other in the endless blue. But their embrace was soon interrupted by four other hands, grabbing at their arms and pulling them apart. They were both shocked by the fact they were two mermaids, beautifully frightening creatures with their long dark hair and their emerald fish tails, wrapping their arms and scales around each of them. They were both terrified at first, but a strange peacefulness dawned upon them when the two sea creatures calmed them down with long kisses to the lips. And then came the darkness.  

He woke up with Amy’s mouth on his own and a big erection. He felt her lips pressed firmly against his before they were slowly parted by her tongue. Amy was straddling Scott’s stomach, both hands on his chest while they kissed, leaning into him. A soft hand wrapped gently around his hard shaft, startling him, which made Amy giggle and fall on her back at his side. Another woman, kneeling between his legs, was stroking his hard cock up and down, a sly smile on her face. Everything was still a little fuzzy to him but as he looked around he noticed they were all lying on a big circular bed, inside a huge wooden ship which was rocking steadily side to side. He looked up at Amy quizzically, but she only smiled back at him. Another man with the number three tattooed on his forearm grabbed her breasts from behind, pressing his cock against her ass while he kissed her neck, getting a loud moan out of her. Before Scott could say anything, the other woman swallowed his entire dick at once and started bobbing her head slowly, her warm tongue pressed on the underside of his shaft, making Scott’s toes curl. He looked down at the woman and she looked back into his eyes, grinning with his manhood in her mouth.  

Amy looked over at her moaning man being pleased by that stranger and she felt turned on like she hadn’t been in a very long time. She pushed the man who was groping her on his back and climbed on top of him, sitting on his face and diving into his crotch, catching his stiff cock with only her mouth. She suckled on his throbbing head, grinding her wet pussy on the man’s mouth, moaning loudly. Her tongue swirled several times around the tip before her moist lips slid all the way down his veined length, then all the way back up, repeatedly. She sucked hungrily on him, her little teeth grazing his shaft from time to time, getting his hard dick deeper and deeper down her throat each time, making herself choke on his girth, drooling all over him. Amy pulled back and looked at the soaking cock, holding it upright with her hand so she could pop his balls into her mouth, sucking noisily on them, making a big sloppy mess of spit on that man she had never seen before.  

Scott had his body completely tensed up by the impressive skills of the other woman, who was still bobbing her head up and down his pulsating shaft, her nose touching his stomach and his balls slapping her chin each time she slid her mouth down. She had her hand between her legs, moaning deeply as she sucked him off, the vibrations of her voice going through his dick’s skin making that blowjob unbearably good. When the woman couldn’t wait any longer, she got back on her knees and straddled him, letting her dripping cunt hover right on top of his groin, but not quite touching it yet. While she looked devilishly into his eyes, playing with her perky tits for him, she spit on his cock, letting a long, thick stream of saliva fall from her lips and coat his dick. When she finally lowered on it and impaled herself on his hard on, she rolled her eyes back and let out a big moan of pleasure, digging her nails into his chest. Scott instinctively wrapped his hands around her hips and bit his lower lip as he felt her tight pussy stretching around him. Soon she was rocking her hips and fucking her cunt on his big dick, her long hair falling on top of her left shoulder as she rode him, painfully slowly at first, then faster and faster and faster. 

The other man had Amy on all four by then, sliding his cock almost all the way out of her just so he could slam it back in again, over and over, his heavy sack knocking on her little pussy each time. His firm grip on her waist helped her as she backed hard into him to meet his thrusts. Amy looked over her shoulder, her eyes going back and forth between the stranger and the other couple. The man grabbed most of her hair in a ponytail, using it as a rein to ride her, his free hand falling heavily on her ass, spanking her loudly a few times, leaving big red hand prints on her skin and making her squeal in pleasure until she begged for more. He shoved his index into her mouth, watching her suck on it eagerly and making it all soaked in her drool. The man smirked at her and pulled hard on her hair, getting her to lean back until she was kneeling, still taking his shaft violently in herThe stranger then forced his wet finger into her tight little asshole, pushing her to the edge. When she saw Scott on top of the other woman, pounding her brutally while she was on her back, folded on the bed with her legs far and wide above her head, Amy let everything out and came, her cunt gushing around the man’s cock, her hands reaching back and her nails digging into his thighs. The first orgasm of many. 

A thin veil of steam and sweat enveloped the four people, entangled on the bed, arms and legs entwined in a long act of lustful passion that deprived them of their humanity. They were four horny beasts using each other for their own perversions. The ship they were in seemed to rock harder as they went on for what felt like hours. They couldn’t hear nor see anything but themselves. They couldn’t talk any longer. They were just animals transcending to rough pleasure.  

Amy woke up with Scott’s head on her stomach. They were back at the white room, lying on the cold floor.  

 

 

They would be back next week. 


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