Ben's Day Ch. 06

"Fuck I've missed this," she breathed as Steve slowly drew his cock out of her again.

Ben, still quietly watching from around the corner, changed position slightly, using the long mirror in front of the sinks to get the best view of them, so enraputed by the whole experience that he couldn't take his eyes off of them as he slowly teased his own cock with long, patient strokes.

Steve thrust back into Padma, bringing her legs closer together to rest on either side of his head as he started picking up the pace of his thrusts, putting one hand on her hip to help control his thrusts while the other reached out to grab her free breast. Her breathing started quicken, her voice a high, frantic whisper as he pumped into her faster and faster.

"shityes fuckme Steve! Yesyesyesyesyes!"

The slap of his balls against her ass was audible as he started to hammer into her in earnest. Her body started to tighten, shuddering with pleasure as she neared a second orgasm, but Steve slowed again as she neared it, edging away from giving her release before popping his cock out of her pussy, flashing her a toothy smile. She furrowed her brow at him, and he nodded, grabbing the lube next to them and drizzling it onto his cock.

"Your pussy's so slippery I never need this for that..." he growled, lowering the tip of his cock a few inches as he tossed the bottle aside. Padma's eyes went wide with realization just before he stabbed slowly into her asshole. Her whole body tensed, as if she had just been splashed with a bucket of ice water, before she began to melt into his thrust again.

"Naughty boy..."

"You love it..."he chuckled, filling her with a long, slow stroke, "you've always loved it..."

He pulled her legs wide again as he sped up his rhythm again, and she reached down with both of her hands to rub at her clit, letting her tits bounce freely, her nipples drawing little ovals in time with his thrusts.

Ben's eyes were wide as he watched Steve slam himself into Padma, her thick ass slapping and bouncing loudly against his thighs again and again as he plowed into her ass. Ben felt his own orgasm rise and he stifled a groan and splattered his first load onto the floor in front of him.

"Yes! Fuck! Your ass is so fucking good! I'm gonna fucking fill it!" Steve growled under his breath as he pounded into Padma; she was too far gone to make any cogent response, whimpering and spasming.

Ben shot another load, and another, each splatting against the floor as he saw Steve tense up and start finishing himself, continuing to pump his cock in and out of Padma's asshole as he sprayed come into her.

It was only after he had unloaded his last rope onto the floor, the echoes of the couple's climax echoing around him, that Ben felt the horrible weight of shame and disgust and loneliness drop on him like a ton of bricks. He fell back against the wall, cutting his line of sight to the couple, and slumped his shoulders, breathing heavily, holding his sticky, limp cock in his hand numbly.

"Is...is someone there?" Steve said after a second—and Ben was suddenly panicking, stuffing his cock back into his pants, and kicking open the door as he buckled his belt on the run.

He darted back into the conference hall, accidentally slamming the door open, face flushed, heart pounding, and found his seat, trying to avoid the eyes of the other conference-goers who had been startled by his entrance.

The rest of the conference thankfully passed without incident, though Ben spent most of the time in his own head, aghast at his own actions. Spying on people like that...just seemed wrong, but in the moment he hadn't even been able to process anything but his own arousal. Now, with time to reflect, he shuddered to think that he had been such a callous pervert, sneaking around to watch strangers go at it like some sort of stalker. Sure...they had been doing it in a public bathroom, but still...he couldn't rationalize it as anything but an invasive, violating act.

It was only when the conference was over that Ben realized that he had neglected to make any sort of arrangements for dinner. He didn't feel the particular need to rehash any of his conversations with Tomm, but at this stage the banks he had gone to to cash the checks were closed, and he had foolishly given Ashling his card—meaning that his best option as far as getting some food to eat and a warm place to sleep was Tomm. Stopping in the lobby of the conference center, Ben pulled out his phone, saw that he had left it in airplane mode since his conversation with Ashling, and toggled that off.

There was a beat of silence before his phone received all of the messages from the last several hours at once, interrupting itself with a dozen rapid-fire notification chimes before it gave up. Ben raised his eyebrows, and looked at the numbers: 287 missed texts, 24 missed calls, 3 missed snaps, and 11 voice mails.

"What the hell..." he muttered; wondering what he could have possibly done differently this time to warrant this deluge.

He opened his texts, and saw that the bulk of his messages were from Vic, but he had a surprisingly substantial number from both Juliet and Sam, as well as a few from Tomm, and one from an unknown number. He decided to start with the unknown number—he hadn't gotten any unknown texts before.

U 01100001 01101110 01100001 01101101 01101111 01101100 01111001 00110000 00110000 00110001

That wasn't very revealing, so Ben closed the text, shaking his head, and decided to open his messages from Sam. She had been the last person he remembered messaging. He saw the last three messages in their conversation:

S Hey so I know this is weird...but did you take a bus to the city this morning? This is Sam, from college, by the way. Girl Sam. I don't know if you still have my number saved from back then.

B Hi, yeah, I think I saw you and Juliet in a seat behind me. Sorry I didn't say hi. Vic and I just split up so I'm in a bit of a weird place.

B I do still have your number. I'm sorry we haven't kept in touch.

And then saw the new messages she had sent him since he had turned the phone off:

S Really? You think you saw us on the bus?

S This is super strange. We were planning on taking that bus but we never did...Juliet cancelled for personal reasons and I stayed home to help her with them.

S Are you there?

S I think it'd really help if she could talk to you...she's having a breakdown or something. She seems to think you told her that her boyfriend was cheating on her with Vic in a dream or something?

There were a bunch more messages from her, but Ben stopped reading, frozen with the realization that something...something different had happened. He closed his texts with Sam, opening up the new texts from Juliet.

J Hi Ben

J I tried to call you but I think your phone is off

J Could you please just call me when you can?

J I know Sam messaged you about me

J I hope you don't think I'm crazy or something from what she said

J I just really need to talk to you about something

There was more...a lot more...but Ben was interrupted by a very strange sound coming from behind him, a fast thumping getting louder and louder, almost like someone with a limp running at him. He looked, and barely had enough time to jump out of the way as the thing barreled past him.

It was big—an almost gorilla-like shape of smooth blackness—not like a person wearing black, or even something painted black, it was so uniformly black that light didn't even seem to touch it, like a hole in the world. It managed to bring its mass to a halt, stumbling and rolling across the floor as it turned to face him insofar as it could face him without a face. No one else in the room—not the woman behind the desk in the lobby, or the other three people making their way from the elevators to the exit—seemed to have noticed this strange thing even as it reared up and started loping at him again with a strange, unnatural gait, its head leveling towards him with what he realized now was some sort of horn or something.

Barely able to process what was happening, Ben let his instincts take control, and he rolled away from the creature as it charged him, scampering up from the ground and pushing open the door to the street, the shock of the frigid air barely registering through the sheer adrenaline that as pumping through him as he slipped into the open air and turned to look back for just a second.

The creature—whatever it was—had stumbled and collapsed in a mess of limbs against the opposite wall, and was waving its head around, almost like a confused animal searching for its lost prey. Ben's phone chimed in his freezing hand, and he glanced at it: another text from the unknown number: a string of zeroes and ones. He looked back at the creature, and it seemed to have spotted him through the glass of the door, and was awkwardly propelling itself towards him. He stepped back suddenly, bumping into passing pedestrians, one of whom grabbed him and started yelling something at him. The doors of the conference center burst open on impact, a roar of shattered glass, and the thing pulled itself through them and kept coming at him, while everyone around ignored it.

"You better fuckin' watch where—" the man started, but Ben sucker punched him in the gut and pulled out of his grasp before stumbling away from the charging black shape and into the busy street.

Ben actually saw the bus before it hit him, its horn blaring angrily as its breaks screeched, but he wasn't fast enough to do anything about it.

Juliet had the strangest sensation. It was like waking up from a dream about waking up from a dream—but she had been awake for twenty minutes already. A strange, tingling pain flared up her spine, giving her a moment of pause, but then it subsided, and she resumed bobbing her head on Harry's stiffening cock as he moaned a pleased moan, finally waking enough to put an encouraging hand on her head.