Date: Sun, 9 Nov 2008 01:38:57 EST
From: SpankThoseButz@aol.com
Subject: "DEAD MAN'S DESIRE" (Part 3)
Readers: Here is Part 3 in this continuing erotic horror story; hope you'll
enjoy!
It wasn't too long that I discovered that, even without
watching the dvd of "ONE DARK NIGHT", I was STILL Having those
horrific....and HIGHLY arousing erotic nightmares just about EVERY night!!!
Knowing that what was really turning me on was that I KNEW all of the
corpses and coffins in the flick were ONLY props...and NOT the REAL thing,
was what REALLY got me hot!!
Just last night, I found myself
dreaming I was in the same massive mausoleum I had been in previous dreams,
this time dressed like a 1940s hit man, wearing a wide-brimmed fedora, a
vested pinstripe suit, and two-tone shoes. As I walked through the silent,
echoing corridors, I found that I was now in a section that was reserved
for mobsters only.
As I started to read some of the names that
were on the name plaques on each crypt, suddenly, the lights began to flicker
and that familiar, weird organ music started to play from somewhere far down
the vaulted corridor. Again, I heard the sounds of exploding crypts and
crashing marble, as coffin after coffin began sliding out into the central aisle.
Now, as I stood transfixed in horror.....and as my fat cock started to pound
behind my fly, I watches as the coffins began creaking open, revealing the body
of a sharply-dressed gangster.
Some of these former mobsters were obviously only recently deceased, while
others, clearly were dead from decades. Unable to move......and not wanting
to.......I saw the corpses of these once-violent men surround me.......all
grinning lustily....all with solid bulges in the crotches of their moldering suit
pants! One corpse, whose form told me he was quite a powerfully-built man
while still alive, stood directly in front of me, his leather-life tongue
licking his cracked lips. Somehow, I knew what he wanted. I pushed back his musty
suit jacket, and my eager tongue started to lick up and down his dusty,
musty-tasting suspenders ( always got off one suspenders holding up a pair of suit
pants!), getting the old braces good and slick.
As this dead mobster grunted
appreciatively, he surprised me by kneeling down in front of me, and his big,
gnarled hand started rubbing the huge bulge in my pinstripe suit pants, and
then his grizzled fingers eased down my zipper, and reached into my sweaty
boxers, and hauled out my huge, leaking cock.
The corpse of this once-feared criminal started teasing the slick,
sensitive head with his tough-feeling tongue, and then, he just went down on me,
his rough, withering hands clutching my round asscheeks through my trousers,
forcing my aching cock deeper inside his cock-starved gullet. I found myself
running my fingers through what was left of this graying hair, and groaned as
my overloaded balls started to churn.
But this turned
out to be only a teaser, as, as the lights went out and came on again, I saw
myself face-to-face with two more former underworld kingpins, clearly dead for
a number of decades. Somehow, one of them started speaking to me with
telepathy, and he ordered me to "do the job" on him.....and that he KNEW that I
KNEW just what he wanted! Then, the long-deceased wiseguy bent over an empty
coffin, and rotated his long-neglected butt at me. His pinstriped trousers, like
the other corpse, was held up by suspenders, taut enough to make the
material of the seat ride up into his crack, showing the still-sexy shape of his
gangster glutes, covered by those moldering suit trousers! I fell to my knees
behind him, and my tongue slithered up and down each butt-hugging pinstripe,
and soon, the pinstriped seat of the deceased wiseguy's suit trousers were
soaked with my hot slobber.
By
the way this corpse moaned, you KNEW he was enjoying it!!!! That's when I
noticed that there was a small rip in the seat of his trousers, so I just ripped
the hole wide open, ripping the seat of his old, musty trousers to shreds.
His
mummified buns were still encased in an equally moldering, red-striped pair of
circa -1940 boxers, and, again, my tongue went to work, slurping and
slithering up and down each stripe, feeling the old cloth simply dissolve. My cock
lurched painfully as his tight, weather chute came into view, still fringed with
a decent amount of hair! Pulling apart those firm, grizzled buns, I buried
my face between them, my tongue torturing the long-dead gangster's
still-tight, hairy hole, loving the taste of musty old flesh and hair.
Without warning, I heard a loud
"BOOM" and the lights went out....again....and then came back on. Now, I found
myself being sucked off by TWO wiseguy corpses, two leather-like tongues
dueling over my throbbing fuckstick.
Man, these two dead
mobsters really KNEW how to suck a mean cock!!!! Then, another suited corpse
appeared beside me, his bulging crotch nearly against my mouth. My fingers roughly
pulled down his rusty zipper, and reached into his moldering suit trousers
and then his shorts, and pulled out a mummified cock that had to be at least
ten inches long!!!! This dead mobster, obviously a big, burly guy when alive,
tossed away my gray fedora, and grabbed my head with one stiff hand and just
forced that fat slab of dead cock into my mouth.
The musty, moldy smell of his crotch jolted my nuts, and then my
overworked nuts exploded, splattering the decomposing faces of the two
wiseguy corpses that were fighting over my cum-spewing cock.
What was left of their hair, what was left of their faces, and their musty
suit jackets and ties were soon splattered with my thick, hot balljuice.
Then, the organ music, which had been playing steadily, suddenly bleated out a ser
ies of near-deafening chords, and a thick, clammy mist cut off all from my
view for a moment or two.
When the mist cleared, I found that my pants and shorts
were gone, and I was strapped gut-down to the lid of a coffin, naked from the
waist down except for my two-tone shoes and my gartered silk socks. I was now
spread-eagled on the coffin lid, with each of my hairy legs being tied to the
handles on either side of the coffin.
Then, I found
myself totally surrounded by at least two-dozen suited corpses....the corpses of
some of the most dangerous men who ever lived......and all of them were
either pulling their belts from their belt loops or unfastening their moldering
suspenders from their trousers. One of the corpses nearest me growled, "THE
LITTLE QUEER TRIED TO SEE US OUT TO THE FEDS! LET'S SHOW THIS LITTLE HOMO WHAT
HAPPENS TO FUCKIN' LITTLE RATS!"
With that, I felt at least two dozen alligator belts lash into my
round, smooth asscheeks, each stinging lick snapping angrily into my
quivering, vunerable buttflesh. I yelped, moaned, and pleased as the bodies of these
horny, vengeful mobsters continued whipping my captive ass, raising
criss-crossing welts that stung like hell. The angry cracking of worn leather
snapping into quivering, masculine buttflesh echoed like gunfire off the marbled
walls. My cock was hard again, and I
humped the coffin lid, the lid and my shirtfront and silk tie soon slick with
sticky lube.
Then, at some silent
signal that only they heard, each dead goodfella reached into his jacket
pocket, and pulled out a rusty gun. Each deceased gangsters then slobbered over
their long-dormant guns, getting them good and slick. Then, a new assault began
on my tortured, sizzling ass, as each wiseguy corpse took his turn at fucking
my twitching, sweaty chute with their guns.
Shit, these fuckin' corpses were NOT showing
me ANY mercy, and I groaned and curse anew as gun after gun invaded my rat
ass, my prostate being totally brutalized. Then, a big, bulky ox of a goodfella
corpse stood in front of me, and started grinding the huge bulge in his once
navy-blue suit trousers into my face, and I responded by pulling down the
rusty zipper with my teeth, and being rewarded by a thick, turgid slab of
long-dormant gangster cock. As I started
slurping away on that massive slab of once-living cock, I saw one of the
dead wiseguys......a guy obviously gone for at least 60 years........roll back
the tattered sleeve of his suit, and then, without warning, started fisting
my hot hole with his skeletal fist!
Shit, I could even feel his tarnished pinky ring nipping the walls of my
ultra-sensitive ass, his bony knuckles battering my poor prostate, causing my
throbbing dick to leak even more lube between me and the coffin lid, further
staining my shirt front and silk tie.
Two other well-dressed corpses got on either side of the coffin and
started licking my shoes, my socks, and my garters, and, as I continued to suck
away on that once-proud slab of goodfella cock, I humped the coffin lid
angrily, as my hairy balls blew, totally soaking the coffin lid, as well as my
shirt and tie.
My twitching, convulsing hole clutched madly at the other deceased
wiseguy's bony, cuff-linked wrist, and then..........with a loud gasp, I
bolted awake.....my body soaked with sweat......my huge dick straining at
my lube-splotched boxers.........yeah, I KNEW what had to do next!!
THE END!!
Hope you enjoyed! Comments are always welcome!