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Slenderman
By : SableSilk
Category: M through R > Marble Hornets
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A/N: I don't own you or Slenderman, Marble Hornets or the Slenderman fandom. This is the second revamp of an old story to fit Slendy, enjoy! Oh, you two are roleplaying again, enjoy!

You still cant belive Slenderman let you get a stripper pole and installed it in the basement for you. He seemed interested in his own way and left you to it, and now you are performing in the club in your own mind, putting on a special show for your secret admirer. You blink because the club suddenly seems quite real and there he is, seated at a table in the back, watching you. Your man of mystery keeps to the shadows of the empty club, his hat pulled down low and his collar high so that you can't get a good look at him. You only hear that sensual baritone of his caressing your mind, that voice that makes you want to put on a special show just for him.
You have no idea what club he dances at, but he's promised to put on a show of his own tonight, and see which one of you is better. Suddenly your music starts and you go into your routine, hoping he's enjoying the show.
With your spicy black mask and whip, you are sure you are his ultimate fantasy. You swing around the pole, then gyrate against it, giggling as your admirer sits forward to watch closer. His face is still hidden in the shadows, but you'd know that slender outline anywhere.
You giggle and blow a kiss to your admirer, then slowly rotate around the pole, using the strength of your legs to ease herself down as you spin around the pole to land on your hands, then flip forward to grind on the pole. You swear you hear a hiss of delight and suddenly your secret fellah has somehow planted himself in the closest seat to the stage, so you happily bend over, wriggling your backside at him, a sexy smile on your lips. You wink and blow him a kiss, then straighten up to beckon him on stage. "Time to put your money where your mouth is, big fellah." You purr.
You sense his alluring grin in reply, then stand transfixed as he stands and the spotlight drifts to him. The black trenchcoat he is wearing hangs open, revealing a slender yet sculpted body and a thong blacker and tighter than your outfit. In one smooth leap he makes the stage, twirling you around on your heels and bringing you flush up against him. "Why don't you take a seat, and enjoy the show, my dear?" He asks and your senses swim as he spins you out away from him and towards the stairs.
You make it to your seat, wanting to cheer as he starts to move to the music, his tall frame swaying against the pole, his back to you. He starts to grind on the pole slowly, bringing his hands up from his sides, his shoulders going up and down in time to the music, then suddenly tears both his hat and coat off, revealing the ivory white body underneath.
You gasp in admiration as he makes an effortless leap to the top of the pole, then spins around it down towards the stage again. You figure any crowd would love what they would see as his exotic bodysuit as he turns around and reveals no facial features except a mouth open wide in a lascivious grin as he rubs up and down the pole suggestively, his hands clasped behind his head.
You cheer wildly because there is just something about this guy. Your mystery man beckons to you, his grin widening. You walk up to the stage, feeling like you are in a trance. The man gets down on his knees, still moving to the music, still thrusting his hips forward into the pole and rubbing up and down against it in a way that makes you want to rip off his tiny scrap of clothing and reveal the impressively large member underneath. He grins at you, a large black tongue hanging out of his mouth and you know very well that he isn't wearing any costume. "You like what you see?" He asks and you nod in reply.
"Then how about you encourage me to take it all off for you? Come show me how badly you want it." You take him at his word, climbing the steps to the stage, and he rises to his feet to meet you. He gets right to the point, dancing up to you, grinding the air just an inch from your body.
You feel your own body respond as it does every time you see him and close the gap, lifting one leg to wrap it behind him and your eyes widen to feel his instant readiness. Then you can't stop yourself from matching his tempo as he guides you over to the pole and lifts your other leg as well before he proceeds to grind into you while his tongue snakes up and down your neck then greedily invades your throat.
Those white hands work your chest and you feel yourself reach an easy release and would cry out if you weren't currently working on his tongue, sucking as much of it as possible, and wanting even more. He seems to understand and obliges, reaching his hands down to shred your tiny g-string, then sheds his own ruined thong.
At first he only lets you feel the hard length of him as he slides tantalizingly between your legs, just briefly touching your now ready opening, then he barely puts the tip in. You cry out, trying to move down so you can have all of him at once, but he simply catches your wrists in one hand and pins them above your head on the pole. "No, I want you to beg for it." He pants.
"Please." You cry out, feeling a second crescendo coming and he obliges you, drawing a cry out of you you are sure the whole world heard as he plunges his entire silken length inside you. You felt yourself tighten and cry out again as he withdraws himself completely, trailing some of your sweet juices with him. "Or is this better?" He asks, his voice rough, then trails his tongue down your body, flicking the tip momentarily against each nipple, then trails an achingly slow path down to your pulsing need.
He grins up at you, holding your legs apart gently, then flicks his black tongue rapidly over your need. You howl in pleasure, then can only gasp as his tongue invades your core. He stands to grin at you, trailing teasing licks on his way back up. "Or, if your really desperate...." He sways to the music and as he does black tentacles start to snake over his shoulders, then more appear and two hold your legs gently open while the tip of another gently caresses your need.
It's too much, this amount of pleasure and he seems to understand because his tentacle moves forward, finding your opening and enters at your helpless nod. It seems to grow as it does and the feeling of it pushes you over the edge into sweet oblivion as rose petals exploded around you.

You come to in your bedroom, a red satin robe covering your body. Your admirer and lover sits in a chair, trenchcoat and hat back on. "This Halloween costume is coming in useful. But then, so are yours. Are you all right, my treasure?" He asks and you nod happily.
"I've been enjoying the roleplaying immensely. It seems somehow forbidden, yet I still get to be with you which only makes it more exciting. There's coffee and something sweet beside you." He gestures at your nightstand, then sheds his costume. He joins you in bed, attending to his own coffee. "Of course, what would really be fun would be a video camera." He teases and you know your sexy adventures have only just begun.

Sometimes I manage to make myself blush. It isn't often but revamping this chapter for him did it. Slendy on a stripper pole. I hope you enjoyed it, or learn to forgive me, one of the two.
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Slenderman	By : SableSilk Category: M through R > Marble Hornets Views: 2528 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Please see A/N for full disclaimer

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