Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Bitch Please

“That’s it, that’s my catchphrase,” he says as he looks down upon her naked, sweaty body, gripping her breasts, squeezing them, kneading them, as he continues to thrust into her.

“Bitch please is not a catch-catchphrase… Oh god, OH GOD! I’m cumming, harder, FUCK ME HARDER!” she yells.

He thrusts back and forth, quicker, harder. As she screams in ecstasy, he feels a gush of warm fluid wash over his groin, and he too lets loose, burying himself deep inside her as he reaches orgasm, then collapses, sweat pouring off them both. For a few moments, they lie there, both trying to catch their breath, existing in the tiny world—the bubble—they just created.

She pushes him off her and grabs a cigarette from a packet on the bedside table, quickly lighting it up, then takes a long, deep drag.

“Bitch please is so not your catchphrase, Sammy,” she says as she hands him the cigarette.

“What? Why not?” he asks, taking a drag of the cigarette, then hands it back.

“It’s just not you. If you had a catchphrase, it would be more like, ‘Hello, McFly, is anyone home?’” she says with a giggle.

“What, are you comparing me to Biff?”

“If the shoe fits.”

“Like fuck it does. Bitch please is so me,” Sammy says as he sits up and looks at the clock. “Was that really only five minutes?”

“Best five minutes of my day,” she says as she wraps her arms around him, kissing him on the stomach.

“Bitch please, you don’t need to make me feel good about it,” Sammy says with a smile.

“You’re really going to go with ‘bitch please’?” she says with a wry smile.

“It’s so me,” he says as he looks down at her. “Anyway, I’ve got to get my shit together. The day is young, and your husband is going to be back soon, and I don’t want to be here when he gets home.”

“Why not?”

“Because he’s five times my size and wouldn’t even break a sweat kicking my arse, that’s why,” he says as he grabs his pants off the floor and quickly slips into them.

“I think he’d like you,” she says. He stops and turns to her.

“What are you trying to say?”

“What?”

“Are you hinting at something, like your old man’s a swinger?”

“Honey, you’d be surprised at what my husband is. I’m just saying he’d enjoy you as much as I do.”

“And what’s that meant to mean?”

“Nothing, stop reading into what I’m saying. I’m just teasing,” she says with a laugh. He relaxes and gets back to dressing himself.

“Well, stop it! You scared the shit out of me,” he says as he throws on his t-shirt.

“Why?”

“Well, for starters, a guy like that would be hung like a horse, and I don’t want it anywhere near me, let alone in me.”

“Honey, you don’t know what you can do until you have to. Besides, he’s real gentle with it, hits all the right spots and so much more, you’ll see,” she says with a laugh. He turns to her again, this time with a puzzled look on his face.

“Are you fucking with me again?”

She laughs and collapses on the bed. “Maybe,” she says playfully. “And maybe not.”

“It’s not funny,” he says, then freezes in place as a door closes in one of the rooms beyond the bedroom. He throws her a panicked look, but she just smiles.

“What?”

“I-I-Is he fucking home?” he whispers.

She laughs again. “Oh honey, you need to relax. Just go with the flow, Dorian is not that scary.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” he says as the bedroom door opens, and Dorian, standing almost seven feet tall with shoulders as wide as the door frame, walks in. He looks at her and then at Sammy, his face red, his eyes like knives digging into Sammy’s throat. Urine runs down his leg, forming an ever-growing puddle at his feet. “O-O-O-Oh fu-fu-f-f-fuck,” he whispers.

Dorian looks down at the puddle, then back over to his wife. His face relaxes, and he smiles, looking back to Sammy, letting out a loud, broad laugh. “I think you sprung a leak, kid,” he says. Sammy stands there, still frozen in fear.

“W-W-What the f-f-fuck is ha-ha-happening?” Sammy says as he looks at her and then back to Dorian.

“Why don’t you get on your knees, and I’ll show you,” Dorian says as he loosens his belt and drops his trousers, revealing his large, growing member. Sammy’s eyes widen as does Dorian’s hardening penis. He looks over at her with fear, his heart racing, panic surging through his body.

“Bitch please,” she says with a laugh, “You’ve got this.”