Alright, I've got one...
so it was an ordinary friday night, I was just getting ready to go out with my girl hellen. We were lookin wicked hot...for soem reason when I looked over at hellen, she seemed to be the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes upon...so I bent over and gave her a little friendly peck on the cheeck. As I pulled back, and looked in the mirror, the mirror had blood written all accross the top that said 'BLODDY HELLEN', and her face looked like the girl that climbed out of the bottom of the well in the movie 'The Ring'. I screamed and fell backwards...blinking rapidly, I saw her gazing down at me with a comical look on her normal face. normal, not deadly, not amazingly gorgeous.
Might have been the exstacy...might have not. Anyway, after that experience, I was a little sketched out. o we go to this bar and get in because we have our fake ideas... a few shots and snorts later, I completely forgot about bloody hellen.
There was this cute black guy makin eyes with me, so I walked over to him and we tlaked a bit about stuff...and then we went back into the bathroom, he said he wanted to show me something.
As we got in, I began unzipping his pants, and I trailed my hands down his back. I peeked around his big black monster cock and (he was standing back away from the mirror), I saw in the reflection, my hands creating a bloody trail down his back, and then sink deep into his tan flesh. I realized that I was just seeing things, and kept on sucking.
Right when he was about to cum in my eyes...he stopped. Like I mean stopped, stopped breathing, stopped blinking, his pulsating cock stopped throbbing. His eyes went a milky white shade, and he looked down at me and said in the most disgusting freaky voice I have ever heard, 'You killed her, you killed my hellen, how could you?' Then he blew his load...and I mean blew his load, the hole top of his dick practically blew off in a bloddy cummy mess.
I cleaned up a bit, and went back out into the party, and couldnt't find hellen. I didn't care, I was out of there. I got a taxi back to my place, and went upstairs, there was a picture of hellen on my pillow....and it was soaking wet.
The next day, in the news, it said a car had dumped over the edge of a bridge, and had a person in the trunk. The person was unrecognizable, due to severe head trama. The owner of the car's pic was shown...it was the black guy at the bar...The T.V. flashed on and off, and the picture tilted, the face contorted and turned back into the visage I saw on my knees with a cock in my mouth. It mouthed again....'You killed my hellen...'
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