*Custom order made to the specifications of the buyer* " It's close to Halloween and there's the proverbial creepy old house on a lonely hill. No one has gone into for ages. So I receive a letter in the mail signed just with the letter "M" which I assume is just my best friend trying to be ironically mysterious. The letter merely gives a time and place daring me to spend a night in the highest room in the 4 story old haunted house or else "M" will tell my cute goth coworker that I fancy her but think she's creepy and terrifying actually. It's a stormy night when I enter the house. I walk u...

*Custom order made to the specifications of the buyer* " It's close to Halloween and there's the proverbial creepy old house on a lonely hill. No one has gone into for ages. So I receive a letter in the mail signed just with the letter "M" which I assume is just my best friend trying to be ironically mysterious. The letter merely gives a time and place daring me to spend a night in the highest room in the 4 story old haunted house or else "M" will tell my cute goth coworker that I fancy her but think she's creepy and terrifying actually. It's a stormy night when I enter the house. I walk up to the door and look up to the top floor slightly enjoying the sense of fear but laughing inwardly about how easy it is to avoid this blackmail. I enter the house alone and climb the old creaky steps all the way to the top. Finally at the topmost room (a bedroom mixed with a study) I sit down on what must be an antique bed. Why the Hell hadn't anyone torn this place down much less cleared out the furniture? And how were there newly lit candles in the room? A perfume filled the air as my head grew fuzzy and I fell fast asl3ep. Scene starts (finally...haha): I awake to a candle-lit dim room, restrained on the bed and gagged. My vision clears I see a figure sitting before me as she coaxes me awake with her gentle words that sound almost like some spell is being cast on me. It's the girl from work! She is adorned in all shiny black, with shiny black heels and shiny black gloves (if you've got them!). Her makeup is sinful, designed to set a soul on fire before she's even cast her spell. All I could do was make small moans and whines as I felt very weak on top of being held down so strongly by...whatever it was she was using. She begins speaking to me about how she knew I would come and that she had been spying on my thoughts for a while. (From this point on, if you could tease your ass, heels, mouth and breasts as you set the scene). All those times we walked past each other alone in the hallways were scripted, my mind her thrall as she sized me up for...reverse-exorcism...She's a space demon that travels through time and must have living thralls to feed her power and this combination of fearing her and lusting after her she knew would make a swift change into obeying her every desire. She tells me there is no time to waste, that I have an unusually strong potency to be used in her spell powers and she grasps my now swollen dick, lubes it and begins to stroke it slowly, gently teasing it with her tongue occasionally. She then asks if I am prepared for her power and sucks violently: spitting, tonguing and deepthroating my dick as she holds intense eye contact and becomes hornier for my potency. She goes back and forth between sucking and stroking until I cum in her mouth and on her face. But she doesn't stop. She says her mouth/hands would milk me for as long as she upheld the spell. She moans as she sucks and strokes me until minutes later I black out again and she sighs relieved."