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Ritual Gone Wrong
🕑 Added 2019-09-24 13:58:52 +0000 UTCWatching my professor visibly sweat was the kind of thing that gave me life. He wanted me, the moody goth in his 3 o’clock lecture. Guess he’s always had a thing for bad girls in black huh? I wonder if he has the same fantasies as I do?~
Specifically where he grabs my pale squishy thighs while he begs from under me? Or maybe the one where I leave damning black lip stick rings around his rumored massive cock? Oh yes~... I have quite a few plans for my desperate professor. Lust filled plans indeed. He’s my bitch, and he knows-
“Emily! Are you daydreaming in class again??” Mr. Kline asked incriminatingly from his lector.
“U-um i-i was just-“
“So you wouldn’t be able to repeat a single thing I’ve talked about for the past 30 minutes, would you?” He asked another question before I could even finish.
“Well... it w-was... Othello and..” I stammered as I’m pretty sure my blush could be seen from all the way in the back.
“.... try King Leer. Emily. Pay attention. Now.” After a few seconds of silents and a few giggles from other classmates he continued.
....... I sat there in my seat, wide eyed, humiliated, flustered. That’s when I took out my little black book and switched Mr. Kline’s name from the “fuck” category to the “sacrifice” one.
Ok so maybe things aren’t how I said. Fuck you, they will be. Once I complete the ritual I’ve been working on in my dorm for months and summon my very own demon, THEN he’ll be my bitch. And I’ll have him kissing my thick black boots, along with a conga line of others. I just need all the ingredients.
I looked over my spell book, concealed in the cover of whatever dumb story we were suppose to be reading in class today and went over what I needed.
Lock of summoners hair? Check. Goats blood? Cost a pretty penny online and I had to have a talk with the mail guy, but check. Screams of the damned (me yelling into a jar for 10 minutes). Promises of a politician? A copy of NBA 2k20? Check check and check again. God I was almost done!
The last thing I needed was the thing I looked forward to the most. “The desperation of a slave.” And I know EXACTLY how to get that.... and now who to get it from.~ Hahaha! HHAHA! MWAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAH!
“EMILY!” Mr. Kline shouted again.
“SORRY! S-sorry...” I blushed again and got myself together.
“You and me. After class. We can’t keep going on like this if you expect to walk out of here with anything but a failing grade.” With that he got back to talking.
..... U-um....Fool!... All according to plan. I laugh again, but quieter this time so I don’t get yelled at.
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God I don’t know where I’d be if I didn’t carry chloroform in my purse. I could only handle so much of him ranting at me. “Emily you need to think about your future. Urrrgh Emily, how are you going to succeed if you don’t put in effort?” Like, that’s what the demon is for!!!
It was hard Weekend at Bernieing him to my dorm, but we got there. Once inside I got him naked, restrained, and most importantly gagged. I tied his wrists to the hook I hammered into my ceiling and drew the needed symbols on the table I placed him on. I also had him spread his legs so his amazing cock was just resting there, all for me. God it was huge...
That’s when he started to wake up. He looked down at me, confused and groggy. I decided to treat him by wearing my sexiest outfit, which was just a black tank top and leggings that I cut to all hell. It looked like the remains of what a lover would leave behind after being locked in chastity for 4 months.
“Hey professor, nice cock.~” I complimented as I drew my long black nail down his base and to his head. He immediately started shaking and getting hard.
“My gosh professor, so sensitive! Poor thing, it has such a long day ahead of it.” I leaned over and gave his rod a soft teasing kiss, leaving the first of many black lipstick marks. “But I say we smart small? don’t you? There’s no need to spoil him. Especially after how you decided to talk to your mistress today~ hehe”
I went to my draw and pulled out two soft makeup brushes, knowing exactly how I wanted to use them. I’d feel bad for the poor shlub if I didn’t find it so hot.
“Mmphmphmmph!” He whined. He looked at the two brushes as if I was showing him my knife collection. This was going to be so much fun!
“You said you wanted me to put in effort Mr. Kline.~ I’m just taking your advice!” I plunge his bulbous head into the hairs of the one brush, turning it like a knob of an electric chair, and he reacted as such. With the other I started to slowly swish it against his balls and then spiral it around his base until it was at that lovely sweet spot that drives all the boys crazy. He bucked and threw his head back, but that did as much as his begging. All that made me do was put both brushes on the sweet spot now and watch him flail.
I kept this up for a good 20 minutes till he looked like his eyes were going to permanently stay behind his head. Finally I relented. “Jeez Professor, does having such a big dick mean the nerves are expanded? You’re shaking like a bitch.”
All I got in response was him panting and heaving. Awww, he didn’t think we were done yet did he? The book is clear. I need him DESPERATE, not just exhausted.
I give his tool a few last strokes before I finally set my brushes down. “You know, I always thought about sucking you under your lector while you tried to teach. You’d throb and panic, all while I got off to the low sexy growls I thought you’d make. Little did I know you’d probably be giggling like a girl. Is my sweet little slave tongue ticklish?”
“MMMO!” Was all he could shoot back. I’m shocked he had the energy.
“Yes.” I state matter-of-factly as I rest my elbows on the table and move my head closer to his cock.
“MOOOOOOOOOPH!!!” He shrieked again, he was nervous.
“YES.” I let out a big toothy smile and wiggle my tongue at him. I drew out the moment until I finally closed my lips around him and sucked deeply.
“MMMMMMPHHHMHMHMMHMPHH! MOHMHMHHHMPH!!” God I love the occult...~
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I couldn’t even begin to imagine how long I kept this up. I really got into it. To the point where I had to put a brace on his balls to make sure he wouldn’t let anything out but the pre-cum I needed. I licked, nibbled, sucked, lapped, swished, anything I could possibly do with my tongue to get him to a fever pitch. He looked half dead, has he just never gotten a blowy before? Well with a cock this sensitive I could understand that.
Finally and with a satisfied pop I let go. He pathetically dribbled onto the table while I reapplied more lipstick “just Incase” haha. Then something amazing happened. It was WORKING!
The pre-cum traveled and spread all along the symbols as they glowed bright red.
OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY! THIS WAS IT!!!
They flew brighter and brighter until they it lit up the entire room. Then nothing.
“What the fuck??? Where’s my demon?.... What did you do? You must have fucked up!!!” Out of frustration I started to tickle and scratch his inner thighs while he whaled and whined. If I wasn’t going to get what I wanted I was for sure.... going... to..t-to..
...... there was something on my hand. It had the body of a woman but the face of a monster. Oh... oh my god.
“It worked... IT WORKED!!!!” I held it in my hand and raised her up like that monkey in the Lion King. “OH MY GOD! I DID IT! IM A QUEEN! HAIL TO ME! GOD IS A WOMAN! LONG LIV- ok so wait you’re going to get bigger right??”
She just looked at me confused and shook her head.... A-are you kidding me? All this work for a-a-a pipsqueak?! “How am I suppose to rule the world when you fit in my girl pockets!?!”
My new demon friend seemed to not care for a single one of my concerns, only looking back at Mr. Kline’s penis and trying to break free from my hand. He saw this and started to panic. En, why not? What harm could she do? I just rolled my eyes and set her down.
“Ok fine. But don’t destroy it. That’s still mine. I’m going to see what YOU fucked up, professor....” I grumbled off to go and find the book in the ground zero mess that was my dorm.
After awhile I finally found it, all while my professor was freaking out. Like for real man up. It was just a little demon. How bad could it possibly-.....
I almost dropped the book. I couldn’t believe my eyes. There were more of them. MUCH more! All of them climbing as teasing all over Mr. Kline’s humongous tool. One was using her little tongue to lick all around the head until it was slick with her saliva. Another burying herself on the underside of his junk, almost like a mechanic would with a car, no doubt scratching away at the sensitive flesh underneath. One was skittering away at his balls like no tomorrow while the leader sat atop it like a queen and massaged the base.
Mr. Kline looked as if he was going completely out of his mind. He was way past the point of desperation it took me a good hour and thirty minutes to get him too, all in a few minutes. He locked eyes with me, begging me to make them stop with his stare alone. It snapped me out of the lust filled trance I was in from watching them torment him. Ok ok, maybe this IS too much...
“Ok ok! That’s an enough girls!” But they didn’t stop. “I SAID that’s enough!” Still nothing, it was like talking to my parents. Eventually I resorted to treating them like dogs and snapping to get their attention. It took one or two but finally I had their attention. I pointed down towards the table but apparently I didn’t realize where my finger was.
The all swarmed to his giant cock head and began all teasing it at once. If the professor wasn’t in charge he’d probably jump right out of his skin.
“NO NO NO! NOT THERE! OFF! I said OFF! Do you see where my... finger... is?” I looked at my pointer finger and suddenly an idea formed. I snapped again and pointed to his balls and the ones that listened went straight to where my finger directed.
I gasped at the realization. “I CAN CONTROL THEM!!!” My face was one of pure joy, and then morphed to one of shear dominant lust. I looked up at my poor slave, biting my lip. “I can control them.~”
Mr. Kline continues going butt fuck crazy as I scanned my pointer finger all around his junk while my little imps followed and teased where I commanded. The leader, my first demon girl climbed up on my shoulder and watched me work, seeming to enjoy this as much as I did. We both looked at our trembling peace of man meat and simply smiled smugly at him.
“Change of plans Mr. Kline. You did say you wanted to prepare me for the future right? Well when I’m done with you, I’ll be ready all right. I’m going to practice on you and practice on you until I make these powers my bitch!!!” More imps started to appear, all climbing all over him, laughing, moaning, tickling. He was all ours.
“How’s that for putting in effort’? HAHAHH! AHAHAAHHAHA!! MWAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!” We all laughed together. Accept no matter how much we tried none of us would laugh as hard as my poor, helpless, ticklish professor.~
Again. I love the occult.<3
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Andrew Martinez
Sweet. I was waiting ^-^
