She says her hair got attacked ‘cause it’s black and it’s blue. She got the “Johnny the Homicidal Maniac” tattoo

Well if I wasn’t already awake…

“You, young lady, have a truly bizarre sense of humor.”

She responded to this by grabbing my crotch. That awkward boner from earlier? Yeah. Still there, enhanced by fear and midnight morning wood. “That’s beside the point. I’m serious Donne. I really need you to fuck me.”

I leered at her. It was hard to think of myself as a dirty old man when this girl who was probably half my age was literally giving me a handy through my Brooks Brothers pants. Screw it.

“Ok. Sure.” I started to unbutton my shirt, calling her bluff but taking my time with it to give her a chance to back out. She just nodded and stood up, walking around the circle as if checking on things. That was when I noticed that she was already naked.

A little skinny for my usual fare (I tend to prefer a more zaftig build for my playmates), but there’s something about watching a naked girl by candlelight that makes them even more desirable. I stopped taking my time.

WhenI was done I stood, self conscious about the spare tire that had started to develop around my middle in the past couple of years, in the center of the circle looking down on her. She just grinned at me. “Not bad for an old man. You have a dad dick.”

It wasn’t until a week later that I understood what that meant, but I chose to take it as a compliment. The referenced portion of my anatomy was standing taller and prouder than it had in over a decade as I took in her lovely form. The flickering candlelight played off her skin revealing that she was either tattooed or has painted some strange symbols on that pale canvas. I was trying to determine what they were when she shattered my reverie. “I promise to give you a full tour later, but right now I want you to get that hog into me. By my calculations you only have fifteen minutes to make me cum or we’re locked out of the wards for another month. Now get down here.”

I enjoy foreplay. I love eating pussy, adore watching a woman’s face while I finger her, there are many good things to be said just for kissing and licking and sucking, but this was clearly neither the time nor the place for any of that. I got down on my knees and she opened her legs to welcome me as I effortlessly sheathed my length in the heat and wetness at her center, letting out an involuntary groan as I did so.

Her response was immediate and both verbal and physical. I could feel her tighten around me as she hissed out words of encouragement. “Yeah, that’s it. Fuck me you big dicked motherfucker. Give it to me good. I know you’ve been perving on me all day, now show me what you’ve been fantasizing about!”

I… I did as instructed. I plowed into her over and over and her hips rose to meet mine matching each thrust. Out of the corner of my eye, although she held my gaze with the intensity of her eyes and beauty of her face, I saw the symbols of the circle begin to glow. At first I thought it might be either a trick of the light or the endorphins flooding my brain (or that I just might be having a stroke) but as Anwyn’s pleasure continued to grow, so did the light coming off the symbols, becoming brighter and brighter until they were nearly impossible to ignore.

Still her exhortations to greater and greater efforts spurred me on. “Harder you magnificent son of a bitch. Fuck my ass into the floor. Yeah! Just like that! I’m close! **** me!”

I was pretty fucking close myself, but I was terrified of finishing before she did. “I’m not going to last long either.”

“Shut up and **** me! Get those big fucking hands around my fucking throat. You can give me some extra makeup afterwards.”

Now how the fuck do you say no to that? One hand was more than enough to apply a fairly firm **** and almost as soon as i cut off the blood she started bucking against me and thrashing, her eyes rolling in her head as her face rapidly took on a purple shade. Meanwhile the symbols of the circle were so bright that I couldn’t even look at them directly. Focusing instead on her, I thrust a couple more times before pulling out and unloading all over her face with an animalistic grunt.

The runes and sigils flared into the kind of overwhelming white light that they always show when a nuke goes off on a television show.

And that’s all i knew until the next morning.

(Title: “Goth Girls” by MC Frontalot)