It Started with a Taste

his foray into the erotic world of the afterlife is just beginning

It started on a cold fall morning, I woke up to my wife arguing with me once again.  I’m currently in between jobs, and my particular mental state prevents me from attaining many jobs. She’s always bitching about how I do nothing while I do everything I can. I just gave up. Walked into my bathroom and shut the door. I was low, I felt like dying but never believed in suicide, the lights still off the darkness of the morning still lingering in the air, that’s when I said the words that would forever change my life, “Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, ( and without hesitation I repeated myself a third time) Bloody Mary.”. With that third verse my face darkened in the mirror and my eyes turned pitch black, she wanted to show me my true form before she took my life, tears of blood ran like rivers from what were once my eyes, my teeth sharp and fanged, with mixtures of what looked like rotten and fresh flesh stuck here and there in between. Behind me appeared a face, beautiful and pale as the driven snow, her hair a strawberry blonde with hues of crimson which could be just dried splotches of blood, her skin cracked like an antique porcelain doll. Her eyes the darkest hue of green, almost like a barrel of toxic waste, her lips dark purple as a corpse, and her teeth filled with flesh and fanged just as mine. This was my time, she raised a knife above her and was preparing to end me as I had hoped for, but I made a rash decision. In a heartbeat I turned around and threw my arms around her and kissed her lips, which were surprisingly warm, I ran my hands down her back and squeezed her a*s. She brought the knife down into my back and as I felt it slowly begin to pierce my skin, I felt my encumbered member begin to become erect within my tight jeans. As the blade dug deeper my erection got harder, I felt my mind begin to fade to black so I leaned my head forward and whispered into her ear, “Thank you, you gorgeous creature of the darkness.” . In a brief second she pulled the blade out of my back just a hair away from piercing my heart and ending my miserable existence. She looked upon me and began to slowly speak “Do you really think I’m beautiful?” I froze, my life spared for this moment because of my predilection for women of lets say an unusual nature. I replied to her, “why yes I do, you are gorgeous and I would be honored to meet my end at the hands of a mistress of the dark such as you. So I give myself to you entirely.” “well to be honest I wasn’t always this way, (she then revealed to me her true self, eyes like bright emeralds, skin of flawless complexion, and lips of succulent red like fresh crimson blood spilled upon a still snow covered ground.) I was once a proud servant to a rich man, before I rebuffed his advances and he slaughtered me in my powder room. I haven’t had a man tell me I was beautiful for over a hundred years. You said you give yourself to me entirely, I hold you to your word as law.” she then sheathed her blade to her side and stepped back revealing her full body to me. She was about five foot ten inches, her strawberry blonde hair went far past her luscious bosom, she was neither thin nor thick but rather perfect. I lost my self for a moment when I gazed upon her hips, the finest child bearing hips I had ever seen even though she was a ghost and her child bearing ability has no factor this still severely turned me on. She was now as she was the day she died, and she couldn’t have been any more then seventeen when she met her lives end. Her body adorned in a vintage cotton dress that was soaked with blood, but revealed her supple thighs and delicate looking calves. The cleavage from her 36 C breasts almost struggling to not burst out from it. Her shoes were dark black vintage dress shoes, with no socks. She was so amazing to gaze upon, and my heart skipped a beat as I did. She sat upon the marble inlayed counter and spread her legs, allowing me to gaze upon her silk undergarments, and piquing my curiosity to the magnificent treat beneath. She gazed at me “Get down on your knees and taste me, fore my word is your law.”. I obliged her and got down on my knees, and proceeded to put my face between her thighs, she pulled her panties to the side for me. Her p***y rotten and desiccated, the smell of a corpse, which oddly enough aroused my perverse nature. I began to kiss her rancid decomposing thighs as I did I cherished this treat, something in me went off. I took a deep breath, taking in the putrid scent of her purulent juices, which began seeping towards my mouth. As I took the scent of this spoiled delicacy in I lost myself completely, I don’t know if its because she was a rotted hell spawn, because she was still technically seventeen years old, or maybe even both. I didn’t care though and I began forcing my face, thrusting it into her nether regions, tasting her clitoris with every flick up my tongue, left right up down back and forth, every which way I could possibly move it. As she began to moan aloud with exuberant pleasure, I began to venture out more with my hands,  running them up her outer thighs as I slowly began to nibble her c**t and switch off biting her inner thighs ever so lightly. I ran my hands up the small of her back and slowly started to pull her closer, I wanted to merge my face with her succulent yet anguished c**t. I widened my mouth tonguing her tight wet hole as I formed a tight suction around her c**t grinding it between my upper gums and teeth as I shot my tongue in and out of her delectable hole, I swirled it every way, I began to perform the alphabet on her. A, b, c “ahhh” D E F G”ohh god, oh f**k” H I “yes, yes, of f*****g f**k” she began to scream as she came closer the the brink J K “Ohhh go.. Gooo… god im so close, im..” LMNOP “OHHH GOD YES, YES, YES, RIGHT F*****G THERE OH MY F*****G GOD OH OH OH MMMMMMMHHHMM AHH!!!” she began to squirt as she crossed the threshold, more like an upstream dam bursting, I could barely keep up swallowing ounce after ounce of her delicious femcum. It became to much and I pulled away letting her shower my face in her warm purulent juices. She looked down at me and spoke “You belong to me now, you may still have your human relations, but I will call upon you when I want, where I want. You will heed my call when I do, or never taste my spoiled cherry pie again.” “I understand Mistress” she pulled me up whispered in my ear “next time you get to taste my virgin a*s” then she kissed me, and disappeared back into the mirror.