“Stranger In The Night”
A Michael Jackson Erotic Short Story By:
MJsLoveSlave
(Inspired by the song “Is It Scary” by Michael Jackson)
Emerald Cove, California
August, 1996
He always came to her at night.
Slowly, stealthily, every single night he was there in Tinsley’s bedroom.
She never understood how he managed to gain entrance to her house--the doors and windows were always locked well before she retired to bed. And at around one in the morning, he would appear.
Coming through her bedroom door, strolling casually out of her bathroom. Every so often, as a change of pace, he would emerge through the French doors leading from her third story balcony. This…this man Tinsley had never seen before.
Looming over her, staring.
Watching.
It was the same each time. The strange gentleman would stand over her, watching her until she awoke. Then, leaning over, he would softly, so, so gently kiss her.
She was always greeted with a kiss.
Then the man would stand back and start to disrobe. Take off his clothes--strip before Tinsley.
Steal away into bed with her. Ravaging her, again and again.
This had continued day in and day out for nearly two years.
When the man had first appeared, Tinsley had been frightened. Mortified even. She had every right to be afraid of a man fairly breaking in to have sex with her.
She had tried to scream; summon some sort of help that initial night.
A large hand had covered her mouth, the man putting his warm lips to her ear. Had spoken to her in the meekest, lightest voice she had ever heard.
That humble voice confessed a love for Tinsley, that had been hidden and nurtured for quite some time, until he could no longer ignore the yearning.
And he had taken her, right there in her bed. He would always be gone by daybreak. But he would return.
Tinsley knew she had to have been on the verge of insanity to all ow this most intimate of deeds to occur when she didn’t even know the man’s name.
It was a month before she learned name. One morning she awoke to a small note, written in a fine script: Michael.
Michael, his name was Michael!
The man shaping up to become the most excellent, wondrous and talented lover Tinsley had ever experienced , was named Michael!
Truly, Michael did things to her that she had never imagined. Some nights he would simply f*ck her, placing her into a variety of positions--on her back, perched on top of him, her spread on all fours with him behind. Other times Michael would spend the night with his handsome face buried between Tinsley’s hips, eating at her wildly to the point she would scream like an animal and dampen him. She’d never squirted before Michael. He had brought that out of her. And did every time they met.
Then there were the times Michael would tell Tinsley, very quietly, to perform oral on him. Tinsley enjoyed that more that the most, even better than the traditional sex.
Michael possessed the largest, most exciting and beautiful d*ck Tinsley had ever set her baby blues on. Long and thick, always swelling several inches, through the course of the night.
Often Tinsley’s mouth would water at the thought of sucking it. She loved that ripe fullness, that chunk of flesh slipping in and out her mouth, down her throat and trying her gag reflex.
Loved the way Michael would grunt and whimper whilst being serviced. Loved the way his tone would rise as he reached that inevitable peak. Loved the warm feeling of his juice as he climaxed. Sometimes on her face and bosom. Sometimes on directly into her mouth. Michael alternated between making her swallow and making her spit it out on him.
It had become a perverse obsession to Tinsley. Waiting, trying vainly to resist slumber each night. She was lucky to, a few days out of the month, remain awake to see him come in.
Others, that kiss woke her.
Tonight was one of the lucky nights for Tinsley. With her dinner, she’d consumed an obscene amount of coffee and the raw, bitter caffeine had left her wide awake.
Lying on her back in the dimness of her bedroom, the only light coming through the French doors by way of a full moon on a clear, cloudless night.
Waiting, almost impatiently as she stared up at the white lace canopy over her head. Breath coming shallowly, Tinsley knew it was only a matter of time. It was already after midnight.
Michael would be with her soon.
That’s what she wanted. That’s all she wanted!
Michael.
Suddenly, the chilliness that had been provided via the central air system was interrupted by a warm breeze.
Raising up on one elbow and clutching the sheets to her chest, Tinsley discovered she was no longer alone. Her breath stalled in her throat that the sight before her.
The two doors to the balcony stood open and slowly making his way into the room, to her, was Michael.
Oh, the simple act of walking was transformed into something of an erotic act. The fluidity with the way Michael, now in silhouette and shadow moved, only provoked goose pimples to take Tinsley’s arms. She adored the way Michael, on his long legs would sway ever so gently; an odd bop to his step no other man had.
Before he even reached her, his scent did. That strong, deep, earthy aroma of vanilla, always, always exuding from his sleek, sensual form.
Really he was a treat for all the senses.
Again, he loomed at the bedside, peering down at Tinsley. And she up at him.
It was truly remarkable how arresting and dashing Michael was. He was very, very slim, with skin as pale and luminescent as un-driven show. A pure milky complexion that only served to add to his mystique.
Deep, intense, knowledgeable eyes, rimmed with the faintest trace of kohl, were widened and staring in his non-threatening manner. He was never hostile; Michael always put Tinsley at ease.
Underneath a small and upturned nose, plump pink lips were curving into a smile.
Reaching up with a long, pale hand, he was raking through his hair. The short, black locks, straightened and parted down the middle.
The same hand, smooth and soft, was pinching Tinsley’s cheek, sending sparks and causing every never to tingle joyously.
Tinsley was speechless as he leaned down, those lovely eyes closing as he cane closer and closer.
Ever so closer, until--yes--he was kissing her.
Those wonderful, tender lips of his pressing hers, connecting the two of them. The warm moist flickering of that liver of tongue threatened to drive young Tinsley to madness.
Trembling as he pulled his mouth from hers, Tinsley was smiling at Michael.
This marvelous creature, dressed in head to toe black, a color that cause his fair skin to glow almost like the angel that he was.
How desperately Tinsley had wanted him.
It was terrible. This gnawing, grating all-encompassing need for Michael.
Tinsley needed Michael. More than air, more than water, more than food.
She had grown to love and live for Michael. He was all she ever needed.
Leaning back against the plump, down-stuffed pillows Tinsley held her sheets and floral quilt up to her chin, staring up at the man shyly. Michael liked that.
Though Michael never revealed his age to her, Tinsley guessed he was at least thirty-five, much older than her twenty-three. And he always liked it when she played the innocent. He’d told her so.
“ What are you hiding from me? ”
Michael wondered, his hands behind his back, gazing at her knowingly.
Remaining quiet, Tinsley continued to stare up at him, giving no indication of what was being concealed beneath that Egyptian cotton.
“You’re hiding that beautiful little body--aren’t you?” Michael chuckled lightly.
Hands coming down, he gripped the sheets and tossed them back off Tinsley.
Revealing a perfectly nude body.
Tinsley delighted in the way those dark eyes widened at her body, a bit on the petite side. Eyes taking in her small, albeit full breasts, that flat abdomen. Pretty, pink legs and in the center of which was the tiny, bare slit.
Chill bumps showing on the flesh of her p*ssy as it was exposed to the air.
The p*ssy Michael enjoyed so much…
Lips puckering, Michael rubbed a hand at his own chest, a giggle escaping him.
“You are very ready for your Michael this night, Tinsley?”
Nodding, Tinsley was holding onto her breasts for dear life.
“ Please…come to bed …”
The strained whisper left her. The request Michael never refused her.
And so it began: The moment Tinsley had been waiting for.
Michael was undressing.
Deftly, his fingers were unfastening the buttons on his shirt. Within seconds it was off and on the floor. Showing Michael’s smooth, slightly toned upper body, those teeny pink nipples erect in the cool setting.
A leather belt, with a golden sunburst buckle, was loosened and discarded.
Slowly, the zipper on the fly of those black trousers was disengaged. The little brass button was unhooked and the pants were opened.
Michael wore no undergarments, as was evident by the thin veil of pubic hair being immediately seen on that pristine crotch of his.
A sight that caused a burning sensation to flare up in Tinsley’s slit.
An amused expression crossing his face, Michael put his hand in and after a moment of fishing, came out with “it”.
That thich, limp, peach-colored c*ck.
A gasp escaped Tinsley. Yes, this was what she’d waited tirelessly for, counted the hours away for!
Oh God, Yes!
The pants were removed along with his penny loafers and socks.
Standing as naked as she, Michael motioned to that lifeless mass, springing from his loins. Tinsley automatically knew what her lover wanted.
He wanted to be sucked and she was more than willing to comply with his wants. Rolling over onto her stomach, she took hold of Michael with one hand, barely able to grasp that width, and started to run her hand up and down him, encouraging the growth.
“Oh Honey, that’s it…slow like that…Yes…” Michael cooed, his voice deepening with arousal and lust.
Oh, how he tasted. So sweet. How he was so warm against her tongue as she was flapping the underside of that d*ck.
She was aware of Michael’s hand on her back, creeping its way down to her buttocks. She heated at the touch of his cool hands pressing on her ass.
“”Mmm….yeah… you do that girl…suck me!” Michael gasped and popped her cheeks.
Tinsley couldn’t see it then, but she had been hit so hard, that Michael’s handprint shone bright red.
Steadily sucking, Tinsley whimpered into his groin as she felt one of his long fingers push its way into her backside.
“ Such a tight ass hole …” Michael was mumbling, as he began to rock his finger back and forth.
“… one day, we’ll see if we can get my d*ck to fit in it. ”
Lifting her mouth from him, Tinsley protested,
“No--it won’t fit!”
Michael instructed sternly, popping her on her forehead with the palm of his hand.
“Shut up…suck. You suck me! Taste it! Taste it!”
A second finger was in Tinsley’s ass, rolling around and only heightening her horniness.
After a few minutes, they were eased from her, at the same time Michael eased himself from her mouth.
It was time.
The young girl’s heart ski[pped with anticipation.
He was going to f*ck her! He was going to f*ck her, damn it!
She was ready to f*ck!
Going at a leisurely pace, Michael rounded the bed, his small, flattish booty wiggling as he moved. Adding to Tinsley’s overwhelming need.
Her obsession.
Once on the other side of the bed, Michael stood, peering longingly at Tinsley. Hand absently jerking on that meat, keeping the erection up and that swollen, smooth tip engorged.
With his free hand, Michael put up two fingers. In any other context, it was a peace sign.
In the confines of Tinsley’s bedroom, it meant for her to spread her legs for Michael. Offer that steaming hot, quivering little slit to him.
To be graciously assaulted by that ramming rod.
Smiling sweetly at the reddening c*nt laying open to him, beckoning and taunting him, Michael climbed up onto the bed.
Tinsley inhaled deeply and held her breath; she always did when she was about to be plugged.
Getting situated between those slim legs, Michael was tugging at himself harder. Readying himself.
It was clear he was happy. So very happy.
Holding her legs open, wide, as she could manage.
Her large, pool-blue eyes staring up at him expectantly.
“Ah! Oh! Oh! Ah!” She gasped several times when Michael s flopped himself against the opening of that slit. Teasing her.
Suddenly he was pushing in.
Tinsley’s lustful moans swiftly turned to cries of dismay, when it became apparent what Michael was doing to her.
“ Michael! Michael-no! Don’t do that! ”
She pleaded as instead of filling her hole, Michael was forcing that pen*s up her anus. Stretching her more and more the further he went.
“ Shhh! Shhh! Shhh! ” Michael said soothingly, pushing at her breasts, and thumbing the nipples. “I told you we’d see if it would fit. Tins, Honey--it DOES!”
“Take it out, please…now, Michael!” Tinsley begged, rubbing at that sweet chest of his, while he continued to fondle hers.
‘”Don’t you want it in you, Lover?” Michael taunted, throwing his hips, going deeper into that ass, drawing a scream from her:
“Michael-no! OH! ” Tinsley shrieked as, without any finesse, Michael quickly ripped himself from her and in the same movement had invaded her p*ssy.
“Aw, Michael--”
“That’s what you wanted all along, didn’t you?” Michael questioned as he grabbed onto her waist, so small his hands fully wrapped around it, starting to guide himself in and out her moist depths.
“Michael!--Ah!--”
“You wanted this big, had-ass c*ck! Well you got it now, Honey!”
“Yes! Yes! I want it! I want it all, Michael Baby!” Tinsley was whining, running her hands through her hair as she continued to bounce against that man.
Her man.
That lovely man on top of her, still grasping at her hips, arching his back, , throwing his head and causing his hair to swish delicately.
His body was becoming slick with sweat the more he worked at her and as a result, his hair, painstakingly straightened, would reveal its natural wave before he was done.
Grabbing his slick shoulders, Tinsley was pulling Michael down onto her, wrapping her arms around his wet neck, his hair line starting to curl as droplets of perspiration sparkled.
“ Do me- do me- do me- do me, damn it! ” Tinsley cried into his ear as he continued drilling into her.
A laugh fell out of Michael’s mouth and out the corner of her eye, he was beaming at her.
“ I ain’t doing sh*t! I’m f*cking you! ” He grunted, getting his arms around her, hugging her close to him. Kissing at her neck.
Burying her face in his throat, Tinsley was licking at his neck, savoring the briny flavor of his sweat.
“ God damn! ” Michael choked out as Tinsley was leaving a blackened hickey directly on his Adam’s Apple.
“ Oh yes! Yes this is so good! So damn good! Oh goodness!”
Michael exclaimed, his nose crinkling , and his mouth was pursed a foot from his head.
“You always f*ck so damn good--” He started to say and abruptly popped up off Tinsley.
Staring down at her, Michael once rosy with the thrill of their sex was going ashen white.
Dark eyes bulged and his pinkish mouth fell open in a silent scream as fumbling wildly, he yanked his d*ck from Tinsley’s swollen hole.
Just in time for a wave of white to come exploding from his tip.
“ Ah! Ah! Yes! Come! Come! Come! Get in on me! Pour it on me! ” Tinsley, the sl*t in her coming out as Michael started to wag himself over her, sending droplets flying all over her abdomen and jerking c*nt.
Michael came for several moments, pooling on Tinsley who rubbed her fingertips across the mess, sampling it.
“ Zzzzk! ” With the guttural grunt, Michael had spat on himself, stroking frenziedly, getting his last bit of semen out.
“ Sh*t!--Baby! ” Tinsley shrieked as that rod was loaded into her again.
Falling forward, Michael was hugging Tinsley again.
Somehow, someway, he managed to sit back up on his haunches, bringing Tinsley up with him.
“ Uh-huh, yeah! Hell yeah! ” Michael grumbled still pushing and prodding at her, his hair now wavy from the perspiration pouring from his head.
“I’m gonna make that snatch explode! I’m gonna make it explode--holy sh*t, Tins!”
“ Aaaah! ”
Both of them screamed as Michael threw her back down, slapping at her titties before laying back on her, wrapping his arms around her tightly.
He rolled.
Michael rolled with Tinsley and had her sitting atop him, holding her down on him, moving his hips crazily in a circular motion. No longer going in an out.
Planted deep inside her.
Whirling and whirling. Whirling and whirling.
“ Ride me! Ride me! Ah! Ride me! I’m your damn stallion! Ride me, Honey! ” Michael exclaimed from the pillows, a hand coming up and gripping Tinsley’s chin.
“ I am! I am! Oh, Michael! Michael you’re so good to me! ” Tinsley sighed, her head dropping forward, her champagne-blonde hair, stringy from her own dampness, draping Michael’s chest as it heaved with effort.
“You gotta squirt, Tinsley. You gotta squirt! For me--for me, Tins!” Michael was encouraging, his teeth gritting.
Flinging her head back, Tinsley could take it no longer.
“ Ah-I’m gonna come! Ah-I’m gonna squirt, Michael! Ah! Ah! Michael! ”
She screamed , her hands in her hair, as at the warning, Michael freed himself of her hole, allowing his c*ck to flop behind her.
A long hand came down and was rapidly rubbing at the c*nt!
“ No! No! No! NO! Damn you! Stop! STOP! ”
Tinsley was shaking her head, hair whipping as finally, her hole opened up and the clear, liquid hell came spewing from her.
“ Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes ,yes, yes! ” Michael cheered as with six squirts, Tinsley had arrived at her orgasm.
“ MIKE! ” Tinsley exhausted wailed, and collapsed onto him, the two of them breathing heavily.
“That was good. So f*cking good. That p*ssy of yours…” Michael brought his wet hand up to his mouth and was licking at it.
“You love it don’t you?” Tinsley grinned as with his other hand, Michael was jiggling her behind, running his fingers between the cheeks.
“ Yeah! ” Michael’s arched brows went up as he cackled, embracing her.
Tonguing at her mouth and neck.
Content, Tinsley returned the favor.
The sun arose to find Tinsley sleeping, alone in her bed.
The mysterious Michael gone.
But the girl slept well, as before the sun rose the next day, her stranger in the night would return.
He always came to her at night.
ONE OF MY PERSONAL FAVORITE STORIES!
yeah, that's my personal favorite too
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