October 24th, 2011:
Dear Diary. Today I might have made a mistake.
All the lights in my house flicker and then go out.
The TV flickers too, a few times, then fades to a loud, buzzing static. It alone illuminates my small apartment living room with a dull, grey digital candlelight. There's an image of a well, and then SHE appears. Before I know it she has breached the imaginary fourth wall separating reality from her "fiction" and is crawling towards me across the wooden floor, wet, muddy, matted,
dirty
black hair hanging down like a widow's veil in front of her bowed head, dragging across the wood planks, over my carpet. Each shaking, shuddering handfall--her knees, wrapped in the damp, moldy, tattered white dress half-clinging to her corpse-like body bringing up the rear--is accompanied by a hoarse, rasping breath that is both visible and icy blue, a breath that forms tiny crystalline icicles on my rug. When she reaches me she lifts a trembling, wrinkled, jaggedly unmanicured hand that falls heavily on my knee and lifts her moppish head of hair abruptly up to stare at me, a single bulging, bloodshot eyeball glaring back at me from beyond the haze of messy black filth she calls hair.
My dick is so fucking hard right now.
Or...it
was
, then. I wrote all that in the present tense to make it more exciting, but obviously I couldn't have been writing it then. A few years back a buddy of mine was engaged to get married but had to move to another state to make that happen. One of his parting gifts (and I mean, we still keep in touch of course, but it's been a while since we've seen each other in person) was this old VHS tape, one that he told me contained this spooky, horny dead chick who would rock your world when you played it...at a price. He told me to think about it real carefully before I used it, and to make sure I had someone to pass the curse onto within the time limit before I did. I...half followed his advice. Saved it for the perfect occasion anyway. About a week before Halloween, none of the channels were playing anything good, all my friends were out of town, and this was the spookiest, craziest shit I could think to do...
Anyway, Sadako, the creepy dead lady from the bottom of the well, moved her awful, disgusting hair out of her face and grinned up at me even as she undid my zipper and pulled out my cock.
"So uh, what's your name, handsome?" She asked as she started to stroke it with one partially desiccated hand.
"M-Mary," I managed to blurt out. I swallowed hard. She laughed, a loud, braying, almost horse-like laugh.
"S-sorry," She nervously apologized. "Didn't mean to laugh at that, just kind of a reflex. Nothing funny about it, Mary's a nice name."
It hadn't even been a minute yet,
maybe
30 seconds, maybe less. I stood no chance. Sadako closed her scary-lookin' eye and let my cum shoot up into her mouth, over her tongue, over her twisted, knotty clumps of dark hair.
"Fuck!" I swore as the half-ghost, half-zombie woman leaned forward and took my still very sensitive shaft into her mouth and sucked it lovingly, receiving any further deposits of my jism and swallowing each as it came.
When I had finally caught my breath I asked: "So...the whole seven days thing, does that mean you're gonna kill me after a week?"
"Oh...no no, of course not," Sadako replied, waving her hands back and forth to further illustrate the negative. "I don't control that, it's just kinda...the nature of the curse." She looked back at me with a sad, apologetic grin and goddamn was it cute.
"I would be willing to help you pass it on to someone else though," She added. "Though it's gotta be a willing victim." She paused. "There...is another thing. Part of the whole curse dealie."
"...Yeah?"
"I get pretty ravenous. I need to...I need to..." She blushed, but it was a cold, dead, blue hue. "Need to do something like THAT--"
(She was obviously referring to what we just did, of course)
"At least once a day. In fact, I kind of want to jump your bones right now, but I know that penises have a bit of a refractory period...so I'll control myself for now."
"Well, I don't mind helping you with that problem," I said with my best cocky/confident grin. "And I think I know how you can help me..."
October 25th--Day 1:
After setting up my cam-corder on my dresser, Sadako straddled me on the bed, pulling my jeans and panties down and settling her thin, blue-lipped pussy over my growing erection. With her guiding hand I slid into her effortlessly and then she was riding me slow and heavy like she was the headless horseman and I was her horse. This time, thankfully, I lasted a little while longer, even after my bed literally floated up into the air and a few of my personal belongings started circling overhead like a flock of carrion-starved vultures. To be honest it might've helped the situation. When we finally crashed back to the floor I came harder than I had in years, harder than the previous night, and I even breathlessly apologized when my downstairs neighbor complained about the noise.
Later Sadako helped me post the video on Pornhub. The video "Shy virgin trans-girl gets ridden HARD by chad cursed yurei" obviously got plenty of views, but our pleas to have someone DM us so we could pass on the curse fell on deaf ears.
Well...we still had 6 more days.
Day 2:
Sadako agreed to take a shower because she smelled pretty bad. After she cleaned herself up I got down on my knees and ate her out till she came, while the hot water poured down over both of us. My dick twitched between my knees as I worked and ignored the discomfort of the bumpy rubber shower mat I had purchased about a decade ago. Eventually I ejaculated on my own, probably prompted on by Sadako pressing my face against her crotch when she came, tilting her own head back against the shower wall. We recorded that one too, and tried to make the description less wordy.
Day 3:
Still no takers. Damn. I thought maybe we would have to appeal more to the hardcore crowd. So...as I lay stark naked on a levitating dining room table, wrists and ankles chained to the legs of the thing with Sadako hovering over me with dozens of similarly levitating candles, she used only one of the burning sticks to drip the tiniest bit of hot wax on my chest as thunder flashed and rain poured down outside the church windows. It had been Sadako's pretty killer idea to find an old, long abandoned cathedral overlooking a graveyard. The "sex" part went about as well as it could've considering I am a little bitch when it comes to pain, and while Sadako was quick to suggest alternatives, I am also pretty damn stubborn when I want to be. Either way I found out pretty quickly that day that wax is
not
my thing, but on the other hand I was rock fucking solid the whole time and boy did I ever cum. So...maybe I'd try it again someday? Different circumstances maybe. Work on my pain tolerance. It was a fun place to fuck, if nothing else, but we also hoped it would increase the video's popularity.
Well...
Day 4-October 28th:
Plenty of views, but still no messages. We decided it was probably time to switch strategies. We decided to start a Fall/Halloween themed bake sale (my thought was pumpkin spice cookies) for the other tenets in my apartment and the idea was that if you took the cursed tape you'd get a whole dozen free. Otherwise they'd be 5 bucks each or $20 for a dozen. I went out pretty late to go shopping for ingredients and Sadako stayed home to make a sign and pass out fliers under people's doors. When I had finished and was exhausted in the parking lot Sadako reached her arm out of my Nokia flip phone and gave me a supernatural handy. The whole time she was telling me about the cold, dry, mildewey place she'd be doing this to me in, surrounded by cobwebs and centipedes. I told her she might want to work on her dirty talk.
Day 5:
Lot of baking today! I baked quite a bit in college, made shit for all my dorm-mates and they always seemed to appreciate it (or else they were just being polite), so I did most of the actual baking decisions, but Sadako was a big help gathering supplies and working with me in the kitchen. When it came time for the actual sale (which we hosted down in the apartment lot), everyone was more than willing to buy my cookies, and enjoyed the shit out of them by the sound of it, but as it turned out no one was too keen on taking a cursed video tape that would kill them in seven days, even if it came with some great sex.
Afterwards, disappointed as we were, me and Sadako took a moment in the alley. I smeared some leftover cookie dough on my cock and Sadako licked up every little bit with her tongue. Then she throated the whole damn thing and worked my bone over with some surprisingly still strong muscles until I busted like an uncorked champagne bottle. I know you're apparently not supposed to eat raw cookie dough, but I mean, Sadako was dead already.
She looked sad. She seemed genuinely upset over the fact that I was gonna die in two days. I appreciated it and told her that she was doing everything she could.
Day 6:
I was getting desperate. So me and Sadako started fucking in increasingly public places, which, to be honest, was a long-time kink of mine. Something I'd always been kind of enamored with but
