“Fright Night”
A Michael Jackson Erotic Short Story By:
MJsLoveSlave
Neverland Valley Ranch
Santa Ynez, California
October, 1995
It was the middle of the afternoon and already the palatial estate of pop megastar, Michael Jackson was buzzing with life.
Crisscrossing the over two thousand acres of green grass, several yardmen on riding lawnmowers were keeping it trim. Beyond them, dozens of exotic animals from ferocious Bengal tigers to American crocodiles were being fed by well-trained handlers.
Inside of Michael’s imposing, Tudor-style mansion, nearly every room had some movement in it. Maids armed with feather dusters and bottles of Lemon Pledge were keeping ever conceivable surface spic and span.
In the kitchen, a chef frowns over the untouched plates of food that been set out for breakfast, boasting Michael’s favorite meal of chocolate chip pancakes and turkey bacon, before turning his attention to preparing lunch. Again, one of Michael’s favorite meals, a tuna melt with extra cheese and spicy French fries.
The untouched plates from breakfast should have been the first inclination that something was amiss on the home front.
Upstairs, as a maid entered Michael’s bedroom, a room so few had access to, in order to change the bed sheets, as he demanded on a daily basis, it’s discovered that his bed hasn’t even been slept in.
Within moments, the entire property is on alert, and nearly thirty secuiety, guards, ones idly patrolling, are now besieging every inch of the place, scouring it, trying to find their boss.
It took nearly thirty minutes, but Michael Jackson, was finally discovered.
He was nowhere near his home, but instead, located a few hundred yards away, in his private theatre.
A single guard had discovered him and in turn, found a scene so shocking that he began turning away all who were trying to peek inside.
You see, Michael Jackson was in no condition to have a stampede around him.
Michael Jackson, in the front row, center seat of his theatre, was curled up and sleeping soundly, completely devoid of clothing.
Also, sleeping on the floor, peacefully as a nude heap, was his girlfriend.
Michael Jackson hadn’t gone missing…he had simply made himself scarce for purposes of entertaining himself.
And oh, how he had been entertained….
The Previous Night
Michael Jackson loomed over the black, gold flecked marble counter that was the wash basin of his Master Bathroom.
Draped in nothing more than a blue silk, kimono-style robe, he was busy inspecting his appearance.
Michael Jackson’s looks had been one of the most talked about topics about him through out he course of his illustrious career that had began at the age of only eleven.
While Michael had started out in the late 1960s, a young boy with a dark complexion and an afro that seemed larger than him, his looks had changed rather drastically over the years.
Now standing at nearly six feet tall and barely moving the scale past 120 pounds, Michael Jackson was thirty-seven years old.
His skin, no longer brown, but thanks to a genetic skin disorder, his complexion was now that of cream, exceedingly pale, with just a pinkish under hue to it.
His face, teetering on the outside of gaunt--at least that was how the papers called his looks--featured a very trim and toned body, and as with most dancers, was a bit underweight. Then again he couldn’t prop effortlessly on the tips of his toes if he weighed two hundred pounds, now could he?
His hair, now straightened each morning painstakingly by Michael himself, had been cropped short so that the front layers just swept his protruding cheekbones, accenting them all the more.
His nose, over the years had become streamlined, the tip pointing skywards in the most impish fashion.
His lips, a deeper, natural shade of pink parted as he smiled at himself.
Yes, Michael liked how he looked. A bit of an enigma which was exactly what he wanted. He wanted to keep his public guessing, and interested in him.
As he reached for a sharpened eyeliner pencil, in which to circles his dark, somber looking eyes, they for a moment fell on the small, framed photograph in the center of the basin, propped against his wide, lighted mirror.
The woman in the photograph has set the entire entertainment world on its ear as the latest story of interest to circulate around Michael.
His girlfriend of three months, Tanya Markinov.
Three months earlier, Michael, a lover of all types of dance, had attended a production being put on by the Russian Ballet Company of Moscow.
In the first act, Michael had set eyes on a tall, impossibly slim creature of fine features, with locks of waist-length brown hair and moody golden eyes.
Tanya.
Instantly, Michael had sent a messenger with dozens of pink roses to her dressing room and a note asking her to a late dinner at his place.
At ten o’clock that night, Tanya had arrived.
By eleven-thirty, she was in Michael’s bed, bare and cavorting with him.
By the time the sun rose on the following day, they were a couple and by the time the sun had set, Michael had her set up in a penthouse suite in Beverly Hills, her dancing days over.
It was a sensational story, not only how quickly Michael and Tanya had come together and fallen in love, but also the age gap between the two.
Tanya Markinov, was only twenty-year-old, seventeen years Michael’s senior.
Michael had been accused of everything from robbing cradles to hints that Tanya was to be his “child bride” one day.
Michael was so used to rumors running rampant about him, he barely noticed anymore.
Picking up a translucent powder, and dusting his face and throat with it, Michael smiling lovingly at the photo.
He knew what he liked, younger women with long legs that seemed to go on forever. Women with beautiful faces and delicate, graceful ways. Women with soft voices and even softer eyes. A woman who’s touch could drive him mad with multiple orgasms.
Everything he found in Tanya and more.
Though Michael desperately had wanted Tanya to move in with him, into Neverland, he was only thinking of her safety to keep her in Beverly Hills.
It wasn’t so much the press or media or even his twenty or so fans that kept constant vigil outside his estates he worried about.
It was himself.
Michael was very, extremely sexually attracted to Tanya, and he found that even if he thought of her for too long, he’d soil himself and have to shower.
If Tanya was within a hand’s reach, Michael’s career would go to hell as he’d never, ever leave Tanya alone long enough to concentrate on his work.
He’ before forever sticky.
But that night was a happy night.
Already, at the moment, his stretch white limousine was ferrying his lover from her apartment to his home, so he could spend some time with her.
The excuse he’d cooked up for seeing her was the screening of some imported horror films he’d gotten a hold of from Australia.
Films that had been banned in the United States for being too graphic and gory.
The perfect idea…since Tanya couldn’t stand the sight of blood and would most likely be wrapped around Michael in the first fifteen minutes.
And Tanya never turned down the opportunity to be with Michael. She was as attracted to him as he was to her.
The chemistry was something often read about in books, but rarely ever experienced in real life.
Picking up a bottle of his custom made cologne--Peter Pan--Michael began spraying his throat with it, opening his robe and misting along down his chest and abdomen, bathing himself in the spicy, sandalwood scent, with hints of jasmine and vanilla thrown in. He knew the smell keep Tanya close by him, and excited her senses all the way around.
As the robe fell from his groin, exposing his genitals, Michael took the utmost care, holding the bottling from him as far as he could manage to get a trace of the scent on his loins. He knew, unfortunately, if he put to much down “there” everything would sting and burn.
Robe hanging open, Michael then slipped on his casual outfit for the night, a dingy, beat up thermal tee that at one time may have been white, and tight fitting blue jeans, with a pair of black, slipped with his initials stitched on in red, on his feet.
He forwent the putting on of underwear.
Michael usually neglected them with Tanya, they simply got in the damn way.
He didn’t plan to stay dressed very long.
No…not at all.
A half-hour later, Michael Jackson had made his way out of the main house and a few yards away to his the stately, brick building that served as his theatre.
Michael was very particular about everything that went on inside of his theatre and usually did everything himself from loading the popcorn maker to projecting his vast film collection.
Though Michael loved children and the theatre had clearly been built for their benefit--anyone who entered the double teak doors of the place were greeted by glass encased statues of characters ET, and Pinocchio.
But tonight, it was strictly a grown up affair.
On the glass topped candy counter, items had been set out for east access.
A few bags of Reese’s Pieces, Tanya’s favorite movie candy, a large tub for the popcorn once it was ready, and two large Styrofoam cups for the slushies.
The slushie machine, running quietly, next to the popper, boasted five of Michael’s favorite flavors: Cherry, Grape, Orange, Watermelon and Blue Raspberry.
Though tonight, Michael had added a special ingredient to orange slushie--one hundred proof, premium Russian vodka.
He wasn’t trying to slip his girlfriend a Mickey, she always could tell when something was spiked, he just liked to have something to keep the both of them loose.
Made things more fun. (If only the paper got a hold of that, as Michael had a reputation for never drinking anything harder that Kool-Aid.)
Behind him, the popcorn began bursting from it’s kettle and instantly, Michael was there sprinkling it with a mixture of salt, sugar and artificial butter, before starting to scoop it into the tub.
Just as he was topping off the huge container, a light, smoky voice uttered behind him, causing every hair between his head and ass to stand up
“Darling?”
Turning around, tub in hand, Michael found that he was no longer alone.
Slipping through the doors and silently making her way over to him, was Tanya.
Michael found himself momentarily breathless as she walked towards him.
Her, thin, barely there frame was covered by a white t-shirt--it was clear she didn’t know the meaning of the word “bra” as the outline of her small, perky breasts could be seen--tucked into a pink floral print miniskirt.
Her long, thick hair was held out of her gorgeous face by a matching headband, made of a stretchy material.
Those beautiful eyes of her, adorned with simple shadow glowed as she got to the counter.
Those endless legs flexing as the heels of her flats--she was six foot one in her bare feet--clicked on the tiled floor.
“Hello, Sweetness…” Michael greeted her, setting the popcorn down and leaned forward, lips aching to touch those so carefully painted a dark shrimpy shade.
Chills ran the length of Michael’s spine as his mouth collided with hers in greeting, causing him to break out in goose bumps all over.
The effect wasn’t lost on Tanya, Michael saw as she drew back, her white cheeks were growing scarlet.
“What did you do today?” He questioned absently, as he began filling the cups with the mix of Cherry slushy and liquor.
“Oh, nothing much…shopped a bit…picked up some things for my apartment…” Tanya replied, her voice heavy with her Russian accent. Many had difficulty understanding her, but she always seemed to come out crystal clear to Michael. Love was their language.
“That’s nice…” Michael replied absently, so taken by his young woman that she could have purchased the Statue of Liberty to make pennies out of, he didn’t care.
Placing a cup before her and sticking a straw in it, he urged,
“Try this on for size.”
Eyes widening as she took the glass, Tanya teased knowingly,
“Did you spike it, Darling?”
His own eyes shining with mischief, Michael retorted,
“You tell me.”
One quick sip and a minute of coughing later, Tanya managed to sputter,
“You spiked it…damn it…vodka.”
Nodding Michael giggled as Tanya, regaining her composure, smiled at him before pocking up her treats.
“You go ahead and find a seat, Honey, I have to start the movies--” He began and was interrupted by a gentle inquiry,
“What movies are we watching, Michael?”
Taking a sip of his own drink, the apparent addition of too much vodka burning his throat like a nuclear reactor out of control, he wheezed,
“Some Australian numbers-- ‘Creatures in the Basement’, ‘Blood Track 3000’ and ‘Camp Terror’--”
A sweet pout that made Michael’s balls start to warm crossed Tanya’s face.
“Are they very scary?” She whimpered, tossing her hair.
“I’ll protect you, you won’t be that scared, Baby Doll…” He assured her and seeming to trust him, Tanya turned and started off into the theatre.
Shaking his head, Michael admired her little booty as she went.
That ass was all his.
After a bit of fumbling, a bit more cursing, Michael had his films loaded and starting.
Jogging into his luxury theatre of ebony paneled walls and nearly three dozen, plush, red seats and a matching diamond partnered floor, he spied Tanya in the front row, close to the silken screen as the opening credits to ‘Creatures in the Basement’ began rolling.
Sitting beside her, setting the turpentine that passed as his drink on the floor and the popcorn tub in his lap, he draped a long arm around her, pulling her close.
Enjoying the scent of her vanilla musk perfume…god the scent was intoxicating.
As Tanya rested her head on his shoulder, the warmth that had begun in his testicles started to radiate out all over his body.
The first victim hadn’t been slaughtered yet, and now Michael wanted to not only rip his own clothing off, but that little bit that covered Tanya.
Onscreen, a child was suddenly dragged down the gloomy steps of the basement but an unseen monster and gasping, a frightened Tanya buried her face in Michael’s side.
Leaving him with a perfect view down the v-neck of her blouse, and at the soft tops of her breasts.
Breasts that bounced as she quivered from her fear.
Breasts that Michael had seen wag all too many times as she had laid under him, begging him to fuck her harder…deeper.
His hand went up, poised to go into that blouse and start groping.
It took all the willpower in the world for him to stop himself. It was too soon.
Too soon, the night was as young as Tanya…
A cold sweat sprang up on Michael’s forehead as in an effort to control himself and figure just the right time to make his move, he began shoveling popcorn into his face as if it were the very last chance he’d ever get to eat it.
In seconds Michael’s hand was grazing the empty bottom of the tub.
Food…food…Michael needed the distraction. If he didn’t his damn dick was going to take over the entire night.
That little piece of Slavic pussy wasn’t going anywhere. She was too busy cowering.
Not yet. He knew if he waited…the longer he waited…the better the payoff would be.
Very gently, he managed to pry Tanya’s head and hands from his arm.
He very faintly heard her call him a bastard as he got up, leaving her, with her knees drawn to her chest and her head covered on top of them.
Pausing over her, he kissed the top of her apricot scented head, before gathering up the tub to take back to the lobby to get more popcorn.
And try to make that mass of flesh swinging between his thighs lie down.
Out in the lobby, Michael paced back and forth, a sizable cherry lollipop hanging out his mouth as he fought with himself, battled to keep himself cool.
Raking his fingers through his hair, Michael was trying to remain calm.
But he couldn’t help himself.
He was so hot…so horny after Tanya.
He felt exactly as he had that first night he had invited her to dinner at Neverland.
Leaning against the counter, Michael gulped as he recalled how beautiful and foreign she’d look, sauntering wearing a gold velvet dress that made her eyes stand out like saucers.
How the dress had clung to her every slight curve…
Oh, how Michael had burned for her as he had tried to eat the first course of a watercress salad. How his cock had gone painfully stiff the moment he’d set eyes on her.
Tanya had barely eaten three bites of food, after dancing all the evening in the ballet, when Michael fairly shouted that he needed her, right then. Right now.
Tanya had calmly wiped her mouth and asked Michael, in that tender voice where he wanted to take her at.
He’d barely made it upstairs before he exploded in his trousers. Before his clothes came off, before hers did….
He came a second time as Tanya had draped that sweet, pale body on his sheets.
And once he was on top of her, he lost track of how many times he ejaculated.
Over and over.
On the sheets, on his bedside lamp, on Tanya’s bosom, inside of her.
Everywhere.
Trembling as a jolt hit him, Michael turned and ran, fleeing to the first place he could think to go, the men’s bathroom.
Getting to the first receptacle he could reach, the urinal, he stood over the light blue ceramic and was wildly, undoing the fly on his trousers.
Somewhere in the frantic run, the lollipop was lost.
He penis, a shaft of thick, swollen and reddened flesh sprang forth and nearly crazed, Michael grabbed it with one hand, circling the meat and with the other grabbed a hold of the floral papered wall.
“Ugh…oh God…ugh…shit…”
Michael sucked in his bottom lip, vainly trying to muffle himself.
He had barely touched his meat when blobs of white began shooting from the tip of it.
“Jesus…help me…oh…” Michael grumbled, throwing his head back as he continued shooting for a few moments, shaking the last bits of sexual want free as his meat slowly fell flaccid.
“God damn…I’m too fucking weak…” He scolded himself as he leaned and stripped some toilet paper loose from a roll and quietly wiped himself clean, before tucking his used meat back into his trousers.
Flushing the toilet and washing his hands, Michael patted at his face, rosy-cheeked from his exploit.
Back in the lobby, Michael occupied himself filling the tub with popcorn, all the while thinking of how to move on Tanya.
He stood a moment, thunderstruck with a sudden daring idea and stared, open mouthed down at the popcorn tub…
A short while later, he reentered the theatre, where a girl was getting her face torn off on screen, carrying the popcorn, and another lollipop had found its way into his mouth.
Tanya seemed to have never moved from when he had left her, though nearly forty minutes had passed.
As soon as Michael sat, Tanya was pressed against him, shivering and whining in Russian words Michael didn’t understand.
“It’s okay…it’s okay Michael’s here. I’m here Darling.” He relished the feeling of her flesh against the palm of his hand as he patted at her cheek lovingly, pinching it several times.
“This film is dreadful, I’m so scared…” She gasped, eyes still shut and grabbed onto his hand, holding it tightly. “I hate scary movies…”
“It’s not so bad…” Michael cooed smile lighting his face at her needing him.
“It’s just actors in costumes, Honey--”
“Scary costumes!” Tanya, the most childish Michael had ever seen interrupted and was hiding her face in his shoulder.
“Eat some popcorn, that might help your nerves. Eat some. I got plenty.” He urged and chuckled, as still looking away, Tanya did drop her hand into the bucket.
It was only a matter of time now. He thought smugly, as his girlfriend did consume a couple handfuls of the sweet kernels, crunching loudly against him.
Stroking the back of her head as her hand came down a third time, he watched as it seemed every hair on her hair rose suddenly.
For the first time in nearly an hour, her eyes opened, but did not stare at the screen. Instead they were peering curiously into the popcorn tub as she continued feeling around.
“What the hell…” She murmured sitting up, and off of Michael, still digging in the tub.
It swiftly became apparent what all the hubbub was about:
There, just barely sticking out of the top of the popcorn, was the tip of Michael’s penis.
“Is…is that your dick?” Tanya questioned, astounded as she continued to look down at the neatly circumcised tip of that flesh, with its tiny dimpled top that had already made a mess earlier.
Leaning into the stunned, stunning face gazing up on him, Michael snickered, nastily, that warm feeling turning hot,
“Well, are you gonna keep eating around it, do something to it?”
Twirling a lock of her flirtatiously, Tanya giggled, and questioned,
“What?”
He lifted the tub, up and off himself, reveling his undone fly and the cock, glittering slickly with artificial butter fell free of the hold he had poked into the bottom of the tub.
That penis, once soft, had grown hard again, more from Michael’s excitement of how shocked Tanya would be to find it in the popcorn than his actual arousal, stood upward, the top reddened, while the shaft was a more rude shade of pink, revealed his small, smooth testicles. (Michael abhorred bodily hair and kept only a thin swatch trimmed in a triangle over his groin, like something of an arrow head.)
Pointing at it, Michael could only think of one thing he wanted…craved more than anything in the world at the moment.
He couldn’t bring himself to speak and instead only mouthed the words,
“Suck it.”
Every tooth in Tanya’s head showed as she slipped from her seat, resting on her knees in front of Michael, gazing at the cock.
Michael knew she would treat him well. She liked to give Michael head just as much as he liked to receive it. Though he never said it, he considered Tanya a little come-muncher, because when she sucked, she never let a drop be wasted, but made every bit disappear down her throat.
She had even one said to him, what’s the point in sucking if you don’t swallow at the end?
Very calmly, taking her time and threatening to make Michael burst untouched again, Tanya was pulling his slippers off, setting them aside, before starting to tug at his pants.
Hastily, Michael stood before her, shoving them down, leaving his bottom half bare and open.
“Oh shit…” He moaned as Tanya came forward, taking his entire length into her mouth--she never seemed to have a gag reflex with him--until her nose was nestled against his little bush suckling him right away.
Her mouth was so warm, so damp, so wonderful.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh Tanya…Yes my little Darling! Yes!” Michael grunted as she placed her hands on his slim tender hips, gurgling as she sucked on him harder.
“Fuck…you know how to treat that dick….you know how to treat it…Ah…Ah!” Michael grumbled tossing his head back as around him, saliva began falling from Tanya’s mouth and rolling down his swollen and tender nuts.
Reaching down, he pulled the headband off her head and began twisting it so hard his hands bled as it snapped.
“Shit yeah….that’s it…that’s it. You know how to eat a dick…Woo!”
He exclaimed as Tanya, slurping, began easing her mouth from him.
She remarked in her native tongue as she wiped at her mouth, pointing to the seat behind him.
Bending and placing a hand down her blouse, Michael playfully squeezed on her firm tit before indeed taking a seat, rubbing at himself. He wanted to remain hard as long as possible.
Still resting on her knees, Tanya went to touch Michael and again he leaned forward, gripping the front of her shirt.
“Damn thing in the way, been wanting to get it off your little ass since you hit the door!” He confessed and very easily, ripped it open, before snatching the remnants off his girlfriend, exposing her little bosom.
“You like what you see Darling?” She whispered, licking at her fingertips before tweaking her nipples until they stood on their own.
“Hell…yes…” Michael opening his legs and draping them over the arm rests and waving that girl with the golden mouth back over to him.
Coming closer, Tanya, grabbed a hold of him, tongue flicking.
Though, instead of flapping the tip of her tongue against his dick, an act that would have made Michael gush in a hurry, she instead was licking at the little ridge that ran between his testicles.
“Aw! You little slut! You’re tea-bagging me! You’re…OW!” Michael screamed and clamped his eyes shut as Tanya now had his nut sack in her mouth sucking gleefully.
As Michael toes curled and tears came to his eyes he wondered what on Earth he had ever done to deserve a woman like this? A woman who thought nothing of doing the dirtiest things to him, all with a smile on her face.
“Lord…damn it….” He growled as she came up and was forcing him into her mouth again.
“Deep…get it deep….deep girl….” He was pleading and as her eyes turned up to him, she asked around him,
“Don’t I always deep throat you, Baby?” before lightly biting the rounded, mushroom tip of him.
That was it, Michael couldn’t no longer restrain himself.
“Motherfucker--you bitch!” Michael cried as more white began oozing from him, spilling over Tanya’s hands, obscuring her baby-blue painted nails it came out so swiftly.
Throwing her mouth over the top and slapping as his balls to keep the flow coming, Tanya began licking wildly.
“Swallow it! Swallow it! Swallow it all, you dirty bitch…swallow it…ooooh….” Michael, breaking out in sweats all over ordered and began mashing her head down on him, as he quivered, ejaculating some more.
“Oh God, I’m shooting again….I’m shooting. You drain me Tanya! You know that. You fucking drain me every time!” He spoke through gritted teeth, as the woman was audibly ingesting him.
Gripping a hand full of her hair, Michael roughly, pulled her off of him and tiled her head back. He never intended to be rough, just the nature of their sex seemed to bring it out of him.
Bending down, he pressed his mouth to hers, kissing wildly, tasting the saltiness of himself still on her lips. Forcing his tongue down her throat.
Falling out of the chair, he collapsed on her, grabbing at her like he was never to touch her again.
Hands roving everywhere he could get them.
On her breasts, mashing them till they began to show bruises, all up and down her back, smacking as her little ass over and over until she nearly cried.
Michael was coming unhinged and he flung he to the floor, pulling the shirt and pink lace thong from her body, leaving her naked on her back.
“Pussy…I need pussy…I want your pussy, damn it…” His voice dropped about five octaves, become deep with a haze of horniness that he barely knew.
He didn’t care if Tanya said yes or no. He was going to have that pussy.
Grabbing onto those slim, long legs, he spread them, fanning her little cunt wide open to him.
The bare, peachy slit he craved so badly, sat looking at him, and as he continued pushing the legs open, to where Tanya held her legs for him, he leaned back and tore his shirt over his head, running a hand across his hardened nips and over his outie belly button, before starting to toss it away.
That’s when something red caught his eye.
Sitting on top of the discarded popcorn--the lollipop he had been eating.
A wild, mad thought entered his mind and automatically the candy was in his mouth, sucking on it to dampen it.
Tanya looked on anxiously at him, actually popping at it him in offering.
Drawing the candy from his mouth, Michael made no excuses as he pressed it right into the center of Tanya’s little clit.
The contact with the stick substance almost immediately turned the little flap of skin a brilliant red.
“Oh Michael!” Tanya gasped with wanton and at the sound of his name, Michael was electrified, and putting his face into her, was pressing the tip of his sharp tongue directly into her clit, all the while still prodding at her love button with the ball of candy.
“No! Don’t do that! You bastard! Michael! Mike--Ah!” Tanya screamed as she placed her hands in Michael’s silken hair, trying to push him away.
Michael couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. He just couldn’t.
He’d never really liked to go down on his girlfriends before Tanya, but she was different.
She smelled so sweet and tasted even sweeter, and whenever he got near her, close enough to see that pert, pink opening, he wanted to eat it until the juice flowed from it, even more than he wanted to fuck it.
“Please…stop…stop, please…Michael….” He glanced up and saw that his lover was holding onto those tits as he continued sticking at her with that tongue.
The tongue she loved so much.
Glowing , Michael leaned back, sucking on the candy again, before inquiring,
“You like what I do to do, don’t you? Don’t you Tanya?”
Whining as she tried to respond, all Michael was met with was a yelp as he took the candy pressing the folds of that hot box of hers back was sticking the lollipop inside of her.
“Ah! What are you doing? What are you doing? Michael!” Tanya cavorted on the carpet, legs kicking as Michael once again was assaulting her clit with his tongue, this time masturbating her with the candy.
“Are you crazy! Are you--ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Damn you!” Tanya bounced as Michael was twisting the candy inside of her, as it slower grew and damper.
Sitting on his heels Michael watched as the folds of Tanya’s little sweet thing was flexing as he drove the bulb of candy back and forth, before withdrawing it and placing it back in his mouth.
At the sheer taste of snatch in his mouth, Michael keened and shook, before, again, his cock began to spurt, throwing dashes of white across the floor, and he quickly gripped himself, getting the last bits of semen to splash between Tanya’s legs as she began to rub at herself.
Michael’s brows went up--he didn’t want her to come, not just yet. Not yet!
“I keep telling you not to do that to yourself!” In one fluid movement, Michael was up on his feet and a second later, had pulled Tanya to hers.
“I can’t help it…you make me so hot--” She tried to explain as Michael pushed her towards the chair he had sat in, instructing her with only one word.
“Doggy…”
Tanya knelt in front of the chair, resting her upper half on the seat, her lower half, felt open and exposed as Michael dropped down behind her.
Licking his hand, he rubbed at that sweet as, driving his finger up that tight ass, before toying with that even tighter pussy.
“You want me to stretch it, Baby?” He cooed, jerking at himself freely. “You want me to stretch you?”
“Yes…yes…fuck me…fuck me--”
That was all the prodding Michael needed .
(Author’s Note: Why the hell did “Don’t Stop Till You Get Enough start playing as I wrote this?)
Holding onto Tanya’s ass with one hand, as she began to moan attractively, he was loading himself inside of her.
And as he had said, Michael’s long piece of meat, easily ten inches long and very thick around, was plunging into the depths of Tanya Markinov.
“Shit…it’s so hot…I might not last very long.” Michael cautioned as holding onto her shoulders he began pumping rhythmically behind her.
“I wont…either…oh damn…you’re so big!” Tanya cried as Michael getting his bearing, began pounding it to her so hard, it left a slippery clapping noise between them.
“You know you like my big dick…Aaow! Woo! Woo! Woo! Look at the booty shake!” Michael exclaimed nastily as he rubbed her ass and reached around her fondling her breasts.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Yes! Yes! Michael! Fuck! Harder! Harder! Harder!” Tanya begged and giving in Michael was flying into her with suck force it was actually hurting him.
“AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! MIKE! MIKE! MIKE!” Tanya screamed and was clawing at the seat, tearing some of the covering from it, she was so caught up in her man.
Leaning over her, Michael huffed into her ear as Tanya’s body began to shine with perspiration, her hair sticking to her.
“You wanted it harder, I’m gonna break your ass if I have to…quit asking for shit like this….you know I’ll fuck your ass up!”
“Ah--ah--OH! OH Michael! I’m gonna come!” Tanya suddenly alerted him weakly and reaching around her, Michael grabbed onto her clit, starting to rub it.
“Don’t do that! DON’T! I’M GONNA COME! FUCK YOU! MICHAEL!” Tanya buried her face in the seat, an action that made Michael tug her hair and demand,
“I’m the king of what? I’m the king of what? TELL ME WHAT I’M THE KING OF DAMN IT!”
Breathlessly as her pussy began to squirt around that pole still slipping back and forth powerfully inside of her, Tanya only groaned.
“Uhhhhhh….”
“Answer me you whore, what am I the king of?” Michael repeated and was now grasping her throat glaring at her, as he grit his teeth, cock wetting inside of her and dripping out onto the carpet.
“You’re…you’re….” Tanya stammered.
“Ah! What am I the king of? I’ll keep tearing this pussy to bits if you don’t fucking tell me!”
He plunged deeply and cried hoarsely, more semen exiting him and running from Tanya’s swollen hole.
“Answer me, or I’ll leave it in there…” He threatened sniffling, before popping his hips causing a wail to exit Tanya.
Ass trembling as she was having another orgasm, juice running down her perfect thighs, finally exclaimed as Michael forced his thumb up her ass to enforce his meaning.
“You… you’re the King of Pop….King of Popping my Pussy, MICHAEL!”
“That’s why I’m talking about--” Michael began and threw his head back, mouth opening as the big one was starting to creep up on him.
Tearing himself from Tanya, he rose up, yanking on that cock.
“My dick…my dick…oh shit girl…its’ about to happen…oh GOD! DAMN! DAMN!”
Turning around, Tanya, sat before Michael, mouth open tongue out ready to receive the load to end all loads.
Rubbing himself with a dangerous force, sweat began pouring from Michael’s every pore and his own slim ass jiggled as he stamped his foot in an effort to force this out of himself.
“SHIT! AHHHHHHH! Here it comes! Here…OH! …OH! Aaaow! Mercy!”
He screeched as finally, finally, from the reddened tip he was holding just past Tanya’s lips opened up and one solid stream of white thickness flowed from him and into her greedy mouth.
“Yes. Bitch…bitch, take it all. Take it all…Shit!” Michael groaned, reaching down and holding her head in place until he had emptied himself.
So much so it was spilling out the side of her mouth.
For the very first time, Tanya seemed unable to swallow him and instead as Michael leaned to taunt at her, spit it directly into his face.
“Fuck you…” Michael shook his head and was trying to wipe the mess from his face. “Don’t act like you didn’t like it. With your little cock-blowing self!”
“Fuck me? Fuck you, it was too much!” Tanya argued, as Michael tried to gasp for hair before hurling some of the stickiness at her, hitting her in the face as she’d hit him.
“You liked it! YOU LIKED IT!” Michael was on Tanya, driving his fingers into her. “Admit you like it! Admit it or I’ll make you shoot again!”
“Ah! Ah! It’s sore! I liked it! I liked it! Damn it! I loved it--I love you!” The girl, instantly wetting his hand screeched, throwing her arms around him and licking at his sticky face.
“That’s more like it…” Michael snickered and pecked her damp forehead.
God he loved Tanya. He loved her so damn much….
“The films are still playing…want to finish watching them?” He questioned, reverting back to his calmer, shyer self.
Nodding Tanya agreed and the two of them did finish watching the films, nude, and occasionally as the mood struck them, screwing some more.
That was how the security guard had found them, and truly if he had carried the story out to every gossip rag in town, who would have REALLY believed it?
Shy, sweet, affected Michael Jackson? The King of Pop as a Sexual Freak?
Who knew?
The End.
