Purple Lipstick
It's at precisely 10 PM that Dash begins his nightly ritual.
He locks the door, closes the curtains, and opens up his dresser chest. The laptop is open, glowing and lonely, but Dash will tend to it later. He pulls out his item, his secret treasure, and opens it. The bright color sends him over the edge; the tightening in his pants tell that. He's had enough of depending on this small object to get him off tonight. He needs something stronger. He instead places it on the computer desk after giving it one good sniff.
He sits down in front of the computer screen, looking back in case of an interruption, and types in the website. Lewd images of naked and half-naked women greet him in various poses and positions, some in videos that have crude titles that cheapen the female anatomy. But Dash doesn't care; there's a certain video that catches his eye that makes him want to see it again and again.
"Gorgeous Goth Girl Gets Pounded By High School Jock"
He's stumbled upon this video after searching through a plethora of pornography; it was the only one that stood out among bottle blonde babes and dashing men. He likes that it had a plot, first of all. A plot that's as smart as a fifth grader, but Dash isn't complaining. He enjoys how the camera angles capture and flatter the actress, the way she stands out with her raven black hair and gorgeous lavender eyes. Dash also enjoys that she isn't phony with her moans or orgasms; she's genuinely having a good time with her partner. She laughs with him, rakes her fingers through his hair, give little quips here and there. Such moments make Dash laugh along with her or come along with her, pun intended. He even finds himself liking the actress more than he likes to admit, going as far as being her fan.
There's many quirks about the actress Dash likes: the way she dresses, the way she always has a smart-ass comment, and most importantly, her lips.
Her lips are purple, colored by the Blackheart lip color called 'Lavender Kiss'. It's the exact one Dash stashes in his dresser.
He understands his fetish is abnormal, creepy even, getting off to a tube of lipstick and the woman wearing it. But he likes it; something about those lips seem familiar, seem like a link to his youth that he longs to live in all over again. The actress looks familiar too now that he thinks about it. Could she be a classmate?
"Oh!" A lewd moan broke Dash out of his focus. Shit, he missed the good part. He drags the time slot back to 0:00 and watches.
The video starts with the Goth Girl lacing up her combat boots in a cheaply furnished locker room.
"I hate gym," she grumbles, opening her locker to fish out more items. The camera pans to the girl's face and the locker door as she pulls out her books and backpack. When she closes the door, a tall, tan, and muscular man is at her side.
The Goth girl gasps dramatically.
"What is wrong with you? This is a girl's locker room!"
"A girl's locker room? I didn't know that!" The man replies, a cocky grin on his face.
"Why are you here, Derek?"
"Coach says for the guys to come here for shower time. Water broke down."
"I'll be out of your way. Just let me get my backpack."
"Wait there, Morticia," Derek grabs her wrist gently.
"Don't you want to watch me shower?"
"Not on your life." The girl answers with sarcasm. As she turns to leave, Derek grabs her arm and then smut ensues.
Dash moans when the lewd noises greet his ears. Her lush, purple lips wrapped around Derek's cock is enough to make Dash unzip his pants and touch himself. He imagines her lips wrapped around his cock instead, licking the shaft, sucking the pre come that leaks out the head. He groans when her lips stop, pulling off with a pop. Those lavender eyes stare back at him, a smirk tugging on those pretty lips, and Dash almost loses it then and there.
He knows how to control himself; he could thank Paulina and her beach house rendezvous for that. Besides, the best is yet to come.
The goth girl unlaces her boots and slowly inches her feet out of her socks. When she pulls down her lacy thong and her costume-y dress, Dash's groans catches in his throat.
Her skin, her beautiful skin, graces the camera untouched. No tacky tattoos, no irritating tan lines, and no scars or bruises. It's flawless. Dash fantasizes about tracing his tanned fingers over smooth skin, making her gasp and squeal in approval. He'd memorize every curve, every dip of muscle and flesh, every spot that would make her scream in pleasure.
"Like what you see?" She asks the camera man, but Dash pretends it's he who she's talking to. He nods energetically. She gives a bitter chuckle and lies down on the bench, showing Dash the very thing that he craves. Derek seems to crave it also, and crouches down to claim his prize with his lips.
Dash pumps himself faster, being egged on by the loud smacking and slurps on the screen.
Derek's tongue catches her clit, circling it slowly before sucking it into his mouth. His tongue, ending her torture, begins licking her outer lips and inner walls with fervent enthusiasm. The girl moans even louder, her head tilted back as her back arches in an incoming orgasm.
"Don't stop, Derek. Don't you ever stop!" She breathes out, biting her lips and bucking her hips.
Dash growls low in his throat, his orgasm fast approaching. He curses softly, slowing down his hand. Not yet, not yet.
Derek finishes his snack, her juices coating his mouth and cheeks. He smiles wickedly.
"Are you ready for your pounding?" He asks her.
"I'm a girl. You shouldn't pound girls." She replies. Dash chuckles at its awful attempt to be subtle with the double entendre.
"No, all girls get poundings. You just get the special ones."
Derek pulls out a condom from his gym bag and prepares himself.
At least they practice safe sex, Dash muses.
Derek grabs her legs and pushes them to her chest, her knees pressed into her shoulder blades. Her pussy, dripping, pink, and ready, greets the camera again.
"Look at that beautiful cunt. It looks ready to be fucked. You want my cock, my Gothic slut?" He dips his fingers in her and pulls out slowly, his fingers glistening in the cheap lighting.
"Yes! Oh, fuck, yes!" She answers energetically, reaching for his cock. Derek pushes her down, pinning her hands down with one hand while stroking himself with the other.
"You gotta beg for it. Tell me how much you want my cock."
"Oh, please, Derek! I want it in me now! It's so big, hard, and it could fill me up. Please, Derek, fill me up!" She mewls, trying to get free. Derek, feeling satisfied, pecks her on the cheek.
"That's a good little whore. Prepare yourself."
When Derek's cock vanishes into his gothic goddess, Dash continues his ardent jack-off session. In and out, in and out, the wet squishing noises are the soundtrack to Dash's fantasies. In his mind, he's the one that's fucking her, he's the one that's bringing her ridiculous amounts of pleasure. He's the one that's making her come...
The goth girl give a particularly loud moan and comes, her body spasming and jerking as Derek brings himself to completion. He comes with a low grunt and pulls out slowly, condom still intact. He removes it and tosses it aside. He then places soft kisses on his lover's body, giving special attention to her breasts. She sighs in approval.
Dash comes too, splattering his computer screen and that damning tube of purple lipstick with his essence. He pants loudly, looking at his screen with embarrassment, shame, and satisfaction. He wipes the screen with a discarded sock and looks at the girl one last time.
Her purple lipstick remained intact.
Dash, sated and relaxed, decides to finish watching the film.
"For an asshole, you know how to please." The girl says after a few moments of silence.
"That's how I operate, girl. Same time next week, Sam?"
Sam. That name sounds familiar.
An ice cube fell into the pit of Dash's stomach.
Purple eyes, trademark purple lips, raven black hair and snarky remarks...
It is that goth girl, Samantha Manson, from high school.
Dash had jerked off and came to, Samantha Manson!
Danny Fenton's girlfriend.
Rich girl with freaky obsessions with the ooky and the spooky.
A loser who just might be a porn star.
What. The. Fuck.