The Demon in the Doll

Chapter 3

I used to jerk off a lot. In fact, I'm surprised that I never rubbed myself raw. And this Saturday night was no different.

I went to my room and started browsing the popular porn sites. What I tried to do back in my heyday was have masturbation nights with a theme. Some evenings, I would only focus on Asian women, and others I would concentrate exclusively on blondes or redheads. On this particular occasion, I decided to enjoy ebony girls with big tits.

As a matter of fact, I typed big ebony tits into my search engine, and all sorts of sites popped up. I was in ecstasy for approximately an hour. One of my favorite performances featured a black chick getting boned by five well-hung white dudes. After they fucked her, they shot their loads on her face, boobs, and ass. She looked like a glazed chocolate donut. For some reason, this really turned me on.

I had a secret to spanking my monkey. I would play with myself for a good two hours before releasing my sauce. This always ensured an explosive orgasm.

But suddenly an advertisement popped up. A naked white woman wearing a black veil appeared on the screen. Her melons were huge, and her pink nipples were the size of silver dollars. I also noticed that her pussy was completely shaved. However, the veil really turned me off. It's tough to sport wood when you can't see their faces.

She said, "I'm the witch Elizabeth, and I'm here to help you."

I pressed on the X button several times in complete frustration. This was a real hard-off. I wanted to view my ebony beauties, not some pale witchy chick covering her visage with a dark piece of cloth.

She said, "That won't work, Buddy. I heard your prayer in the backyard, and I've decided to come to your aid. I'm part of your destiny, so you can't X me out."

My blood went cold. "Are you watching me?"

"Of course I'm watching you. You asked for help, and here I am."

"That was between me and God."

She shook her head. "That's not what you said. Your specific words were 'Somebody help me! Anybody! I'm a desperate man.' Do you remember?"

I nodded. "I remember. But I didn't think something like this would happen. Are you recording me?"

I was worried beyond belief. I suspected that she had images of me jacking off and would put them all over the net. My future career at Walmart would be over if that happened.

"Why would I record you? I'm here for you as a friend."

"That's OK. I never asked for your assistance."

"Don't you at least want to hear what I have to offer?"

I should have said no, but I figured that there wasn't any harm in listening. What was the worst that could happen?

I shrugged. "OK. Let me have it."

She cleared her throat. "Have you ever been truly respected by your family or peers?"

I thought about it long and hard. "No. Not really."

"Do they put you down all the time?"

"I try not to dwell on it. It seems to be my lot in life."

"What about that ugly bitch who keeps telling you that you aren't college material? Don't you ever get the urge to break her fucking face?"

"Well, she's very knowledgeable about school stuff and academics. She's a bigshot over at the university. She's the head of the gender-studies department."