Angel of Mercy | By : RyanneDeath Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Marilyn Manson Views: 1230 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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For Rita on her Birthday...
"Angel of Mercy"
It was dark in the room. Dark and I was tied up. Manson was always warning me about the type of women I chose. But I had to choose this one. She seemed harmless enough to begin with, she slipped me the key to her hotel room. Her dark exotic eyes and black hair drove me wild with thier difference from my own skin.
Lamp flicked on, I opened my eyes and looked at her. God, she was beautiful. Not the usual type of beautiful, but the type that stays with you for a longtime. Wearing a tight black corset, fishnet thigh highs, heeled boots, and nothing else, including nothing that prevented my gaze from her womanhood, which was already glistening. She was looking at me with wide, almond shaped eyes. Her long, black hair falling down her shoulders and into her back.
"You have no idea just how long I've been waiting for this." She said, coming closer to me. I couldn't help breathing just a little more heavily, but I kept my mask of usual indifference on. Kind of hard when I was naked and hard as a rock. I could literally feel the blood pumping in and out of the shaft and through the head. It had long since popped out of the foreskin. I could hardly remember to speak in English.
"I can guess...." I whispered, and she smacked my mouth. Obviously, she didn't want to hear words.
"Timothy Skold....oh my Tim..." She whimpered, and I watched her come close enough to smell. I wish she hadn't tied my wrists together and to the ceiling. She'd pulled the ropes so tight that I was just barely standing on the floor. When she touched me I felt her hands. They were like fire.
She touched me, and she caressed me. Her hands started at my face, over my black rimmed eyes, which barely held thier look. THE look. She kissed my pouting lips, and spread my lipstick all over with her finger, making a line down my throat. As she latched onto my mouth, she sucked the kiss from me, the lipstick getting all over both of us. her tounge dueled with mine as all of a sdden I was aware of her soft hands and hard nails running over my chest and hips.
She ran her hands over my body, all over. There wasn't one place she didn't touch me. I felt her mouth on my throat; sucking, licking, biting. My dick was so hard at this point I couldn't control the twitching. Eventually, she touched it.
My foreskin was being rolled up and down my shaft and the head, cum bubbling up between the squeezed flesh. Pleasure screeched through my body, but I kept my face impassive. She watched my eyes, and my control was slipping. She pulled and twisted my nipple ring. Electric shocks worked thier way through the hardened tip and straight to my jacked off cock. I was gonna cum all over the floor. I was just gonna uselessly shoot my load all over the nice carpet. I snapped.
"BEHAGA!!!" I screamed, my eyes taking on a look of pure desperation. I licked her lips and she watched as my face took on a look of what I knew must've looked like a porno star begging for it. I didn't even realize I'd begged in Sweedish.
"Excuse me Tim?" She asked, and she seemed to be enjoying my agony. Her face lit up, and she moved away.
"I said...please...." I repeated, as I watched her grab a chair from the desk. She placed it in front of me. She bent over it. I was able to see her ass, her smooth, bubble shaped ass and juicy pussy. She pressed it up against my leaking prick, and rolled her hips. Se rubbed it, teased it, I felt the cool air on my cock as her juices coated it. She arched her back, and cried out, looking over her shoulder and winking.
I must've made a noise that sounded like a whore with an accent as she drove herself onto me. All of a sudden, quicker than I could respond to, she reached out, and pulled the rope loose. I quickly undid my hands and put them on her ass, my red painted nails cutting into her hips as I all but growled, a sound so unlike me. In fact, it was a very Manson sound. I rode her, and her ass bounced and rippled with every slam. My cock was leaking again, cum poised in the shaft. My teeth gritted, my eyes closed. Oh god, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum. Breathe. I reached around her to pop her breasts out of her top, and twisted her nipples.
"Tim....Tim...Tim.....TIM!!" She was on her way. I could feel her swelling and shaking. I found her clit, and massaged it. It was almost time. I let my body go, my pale skin sweating, eye makeup running down my face. My blonde hair had fallen into my eyes, and I shook my head to get it out.
She screamed my name so loud and with a voice so beautiful I never wanted to hear it like that out of anothers mouth. I felt her contract around my dick, and I went faster.....All of a sudden my body was kidnapped by a powerful stream of molten hot pleasure. I grabbed her hips and babbled in my native tounge as I came, spurting my cum into her waiting womb.
"Oh lord...Christ....Rita..." I allowed her name to flutter off my shaking, accented mouth. Pulling out, I turned her, and took her into my arms. Yes, be careful of these women Manson had said. These are the ones you'll want to keep. I suppose thats why I married her.
We fell into the bed, and with the rope still swinging from the ceiling, and the chair still in the middle of the room, I ran my finger down her face, smiling,
"Min stark , skön ängel av barmhärtighet." I whispered.
"Tim...you know I can't understand you."
"I said....my strong, beautiful angel of mercy..." I laughed. I was going to have to teach her.
"Don't get used to it, next time you won't be so lucky." Rita smirked.
Oh, I hope not!
~Fin
Ryanne 187 (2007)
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