Marilyn Manson One Shots❤

One night with the

I had been sexually attracted for a long time. Actually, I was so morbid that when I saw a picture of him or heard a song I shuddered whole. But, of course, it seemed completely unattainable. And why would not he think? He was Marilyn Manson, and I was just a crazy fan for throwing it at me. I have always loved bad guys, hard guys, something cruel. And he embodied my kind of man perfectly. I did not care if my friends said it was disgusting, satanic, twisted, macabre, I only managed to get a lot more excited. In class I imagined his thorax, full of cuts (slits in the concerts), his lips painted black, his skin white, his eyes, a soft blue and a deep brown and made me dizzy with excitement. But it never happened to be a fantasy.

That's why, when my friends (a mixture of heavys and punks) asked me to go to the Kiss concert, I did not think much about it. It's not that I did not like the group, but I was staying at home on a Friday night. So there we stand.

My friends immediately went dancing, and I, bored, I leaned on a column, looking at the staff. A voice in my ear startled me.

- Did you know that here you do not hit? - It was true. I was not heavy, nor punk, nor anything like that. I liked to dress well and get ready. That night I was wearing a tight gray leather dress, short and low-cut, with tall black boots, without too much heel.

For the occasion I had borrowed a necklace of small silver spikes, which I wore proudly on my neck. I turned, finding myself with a white face that looked at me, devouring me with my eyes.

- Who are you? - His face sounded vaguely, but I did not know what. The boy looked at me. His arm slid down my narrow waist.

- I'm Twiggy.- What kind of name was that? I laughed and he realized. - What makes you so funny? - I was thoughtful.

- You call yourself like one of Marilyn Manson. - I commented in his ear. I saw Twiggy lower his head; now he laughed.

- And who do you think I am? - I almost dropped my beer. With wide eyes, I watched him

carefully. And I had no doubt. It was Twiggy, one of the members of the group. An electric impulse ran down my back. Was he there? - I already said you sounded a lot to me.- I took a sip of my drink. I noticed his look on my neckline.- I love you

songs ... and you.- Twiggy smiled. - - Seriously?

There are few girls who are our followers ...

- It's not true. - I replied.

- I mean pretty girls. - He complimented me. I managed not to blush. For something they tell me I'm a tough girl, right? I looked around, looking for Marilyn.

I wanted it. It's not that I did not like Twiggy; his company was nice. But I loved him. Only Marilyn Manson.

- I'm going to find something to drink.-

I nodded. Twiggy walked away, her hair rippling.

My hands were shaking. In a pair

of minutes, Twiggy returned.- Let's go to a quieter place. I would like to introduce you to someone.

We walk through crazed people to the rhythm of Kiss. Twiggy took me to a kind of dark booth. Would Twiggy try something with me there?

- Are not you afraid? - He asked, with a hand on my shoulder.

I was very calm. If he did not get Marilyn, Twiggy was not a bad match.

- Never.- I answered, sure of myself. I looked at the sofas and realized that there

There was someone The shadow rose and I could see that it was very tall. His black hair and straight. My heart began to gallop.

- Marilyn, this is the girl I told you about. - Twiggy turned around. I looked at him, expectantly.

- (Y / N), this is Reverend Marilyn Manson.- How did you know my name? But that did not matter to me now. Marilyn looked at me, waiting for something. I did not want to look like a good girl, so I slid my hand down

his neck, and I put my face close to his. I looked at him for a moment. He hoped. Determined, I put my lips on his,

painted black. Marilyn parted them, sliding her tongue into my mouth. I hallucinated. His hands rested on my waist. We parted and I saw in his eyes the diabolical desire to have me. I, on my part, was excited. Did I say excited? It was very wet! He was my fantasy, how could I not be? Marilyn me

He smiled, turned to Twiggy. - Leave us alone.-

Twiggy, who was a bit stunned after the bite, begged with his eyes to Marilyn that he wanted to stay. The Reverend's stern look made him desist. Without saying goodbye, he left, closing the door

behind their backs. Marilyn moved closer to me. "Where did you come from?" You're beautiful.

- I could not do it anymore. I hung up of his neck, biting him hard. I thought he would think I was crazy, but, instead, he hugged me, kissing me back. Our tongues played lasciviously. Do not

It was a sweet kiss. It was the hottest kiss I've ever given. His hands were already running my stomach, my breasts, my thighs, touching my crotch. I thought I died. He turned me around, and slowly began to unzip my dress, bending my back. I was wearing a small set of black underwear, with a thong. He got up, and turned me around again. I was in a thong and bra, with my black boots. So eager was he, that the shirt I was wearing, I tore it open, uncovering his chest, full of cut marks. That, instead of giving me disgust,

It made me more morbid, and I started licking them, one by one. I already noticed the excitement growing in his pants. A

huge bulk, I told myself. Suddenly, he pulled me away, and sat on the couch. - I want to see you.- he said. I, far from feeling

ridiculous, I made galas of my skills as a dancer. I noticed how he looked at me. My hips moved at the frenetic pace of Kiss, as did my legs. I soon lost control. They were dry, sharp movements, while he touched me whole. I could not do it anymore Marilyn flipped with my movements.- You do not know how good it is

You are like that.- he told me. I smiled and threw myself on

yours. As I could, I took off his pants and underpants.

I was a thousand per hour, and I noticed my wet s*x, as I never had been. The tiny black thong could not disguise my juices.

I started stroking his c**k. It was big, maybe 25 cm. He let out a moan when he felt the touch of my hands. He caressed him with wisdom, squeezing the eggs, running his c**k. I wanted to get it

in the mouth. But he did not leave me. He knocked me down abruptly on the couch, opening my legs. He pulled out of his pants

a small knife I did not get scared. The brightness of the metal only made me want it more. He put the steel blade between my breasts, squeezing my skin a bit, without cutting me. It went down to my navel, surrounding it.

I knew that if I pressed a little more, I would cut myself. He did it with mastery. When he reached my thong, he cracked it, and he took it off. I did not care at all. I was subjected

to its influence. With force, he lifted me from the backside, and sank his mouth into my p***y. Just from feeling his tongue I moaned.

I moaned loud, very loud. I went all the way from the c******s, which sucked with maddening violence, to my little one

hole, sticking my tongue. His fingers, experts, caressed my backside, my back. Then he did something that had never been done to me. He bit me gently on my c******s. I could not take it anymore and I ran in a prologue, intense orgasm. I missed

the world of sight. He swallowed everything. He lifted his face from me, smiling. He sat down and I sat on top of him, sliding his c**k, fully erect, inside me. Its size made me scream again.

-Come on, let me go, come on, come on ...- she whispered to me. The click of his voice made me move to the rhythm of Kiss. Up and down, resounding, stopping, taking almost everything, throwing me on top. Marilyn just huffed deeply, and pushed me against him, kissing my neck, almost biting him.

My nails were nailed to his back.

- f**k me more, Marilyn, more ...- I shouted, outside of myself.

- Do not stop ... Uhmmm, no, do not stop, go on, oh, - he moaned. I arched my back back, bending over. I noticed on his face that

I could not take much longer and he ran inside me.

When I felt its liquid in me, I ended up also, screaming. Marilyn put a finger in my mouth to keep us from hearing someone. I sucked with desire. But ... his c**k was still stiff. I took it from me and I knelt down.

In one stroke, I swallowed it whole. New moan on his part. Enjoy like crazy! While I caressed the eggs, I gave him long licks all over his trunk, stopping on the glans, sucking with my lips, squeezing the skin with one hand. When I noticed that he was contracting, I sucked his eggs, while with his hands he used to chaff him. He ran in an intense orgasm, grabbing my hair. I swallowed all his milk, which, by the way, tasted pretty good. I sat at the table, completely naked (only with my boots), looking at him. We both sweated a lot. So

He noticed my spiked collar. He sat next to me and took it from me. I wanted to protest but I covered my mouth with his.

We went back to melt in a saga of very lustful morreos. Catching me

From the shoulders, he stretched me on the table, and with the necklace, he began to caress my s*x again. The touch of cold metal against my

More intimate parts made me shudder. With a spike I touched my c******s, and with others I put them in my v****a. With others,

He began to caress my anus, entering another. I started to spill

Juice again. - - While, I looked at him, and seeing him so dedicated to my body, he made me feel special. He knew what he wanted,

and I also wanted it. I tore off a necklace, throwing it on the couch. Marilyn was surprised. Without saying anything, I got on all fours. - Come on, put it in my ass. - Immediately he obeyed, getting on his knees next to me. He licked it a little, and then he put it in little by little. I was quite excited but it still hurt me. With patience, my sphincter

He dilated, and Marilyn put it to the bottom. The pain became a strange pleasure, almost unreal. I started pumping faster and faster ... faster.

I squeezed the table with my hands while his hands pinched my n*****s.

We were almost five minutes with the movement, when I heard him scream and ran again inside me ... I had already had

a few orgasms and I was literally exhausted, exhausted, I almost lost

the knowledge, but I ended up with him in another orgasm.

- After, we separated, sweating in the seas, and we sat on the sofa. He leaned over his pants pulling out a pack of cigarettes, offering me one. I took it with pleasure.

- You're amazing.- Marilyn swore. I smiled, taking a long drag on my cigarette. "I never did it with an aunt who only wore some boots." I decided to tell him everything. - You were my fantasy, did you know? I dreamed of f*****g you a long time ago.

- I?

- If you.

- And have I disappointed you?

- No, on the contrary, better than

in my dreams.- Marilyn smiled charmingly.- Give me your e-mail, your cell phone or something.

- Not only did I give him that, but also my address. Later, our strength restored, we went back to f*****g more times. When we finished, we realized that three hours had passed. I got dressed (no thong), we kissed a few minutes, and I left, still very excited. Marilyn promised me that, when I returned to my city, she would come by my apartment. I met my friends, who were waiting for me half an hour, worried.

- Where were you? - One asked me.- Did you know that your beloved Marilyn Manson

I was here today? You've seen?

- - No. - I answered, hiding

my smile. I had seen it better than anyone! - - (Y / N) .- told me another.- And your necklace?