It's a typical night for me. The vast night sky hanging over me, somber surroundings of stone, decay, and the unknown all around me.

I am what people refer to as an outcast. The poor little goth girl sitting outside of and far away from the popular Little do they know, I don't sit far away from them because they shun me. I'm not part of the herd because I'm not a

I prefer to be alone. The cemetery is my nightly hang out. The bitch funeral director keeps trying to keep me out though. Fuck her. I'm going to keep spending every night here, just like I have for the past few years.

Suddenly, my thoughts were disturbed by the faint sound of voices. This put my senses on high alert.

I looked over the plot that I had been leaning against, trying to get a glimpse of something.

I saw the funeral director. I thought to myself. 'She's going to try to throw me out again!'

She was talking to someone else. I stayed crotched behind the plot as I tried to scoot closer so I could hear what she was saying. I figured she must be talking to a cop or a security guard.

As I got closer, I could see that she wasn't talking to a cop or a security guard. In fact, the man she was talking to didn't look like anyone you would expect her to be associated with.

"Come to this plot at midnight tomorrow. The slab will be loose. Just slide it over and the money will be inside." The funeral director said.

My eyes grew wide, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Little miss holier than thou, too good and proper for the likes of you was into something lusciously sinister. I had been waiting for an opportunity like this since the first time she had me thrown out!

I leaned in a little closer as I continued to listen. They didn't say too much after that and it wasn't long before the man left. I HAD, however, discovered where the money came from when the man expressed some concern about being caught. She was extorting it from the funeral home.

No wonder she wanted me out of the cemetery so badly! This was almost too delicious to believe. But what was I going to do with this new found information?

As the funeral director began to make her way out of the rows of tombs I leaned against the plot I had been hiding behind again. I sat there and planned out what I was going to do tomorrow night.

I bit my lower lip lightly as thoughts ran through my mind at lightening speed. Until, my eyes lit up and I smirked wickedly. I now knew exactly what I was going to do. And I knew the perfect time to do it too.

The very next night, I waited for her to place the money where she said she was going to place it. Sure enough, after the cemetery had been emptied of it's visitors, she came. I saw her cautiously move the slab. She looked over her shoulder in attempt to make sure no one saw her as she shoved the bag of money into the plot and slid the lid back into place.

I snickered to myself both because I had been watching her when she thought no one had been and because it was almost time to put my plan into action.

As she turned to leave the scene, I followed her. I remained one row over so that she couldn't quite see me yet. I did this until I was able to pass her up, putting myself in the lead. I then crossed over and stood on the side of one of the plots.

I waited until she was about to walk past the tomb I was standing behind. Then I stepped out in front of her. Calm, cool, with almost a sinister smile engraved upon my face.

The funeral director's face surged with anger the moment I came into her view. Ahh, there's the bitch I know and love! She was about to speak(probably to bitch at me for being in the cemetery again, or to threaten to have me arrested) when I cut her off.

"Nice night to extort some money, isn't it?" I taunted.

The look on her face changed as quickly as I could have snap my fingers. She tried to pretend she didn't know what I was talking about.

"I don't know what you're trying to imply but you are trespassing!! If you don't leave imediately, I'll call the She chided.

I laughed wildly before I responded.

"Don't give me that shit! I saw you hide the money in that grave back there. And I heard your conversation with your little friend last night too. You want to call the authorities? Go ahead! I'll show them where you put the money!"

She changed her tone real quick after that. I loved every bit of what was unfolding before me.

"How much do you want?" She said.

I could tell that she was getting frustrated. I leaned against the tomb behind me, arched my brow, and said:

"I don't want your money. What I want is much more precious than your little stash back there."

A wave of confusion came over her and I could tell she was slightly afraid of what I was going to say next. I had never seen her this way. I have to admit, I kind of liked being in control of her.

I pushed off of the plot and slowly circled her, increasing her anticipation. As I stood in front of her again, I smiled broadly and spoke.

"Two things. One, get off my fucking back about being here at night. And two…" I paused and grinned as I trailed off.

She arched her brow as I left her in suspense, waiting for me to complete the sentence.

I lifted myself onto one of the plots, pulled my dress up, and spread my legs to reveal my bare pussy.

Her eyes widened as she gasped. She shook her head and muttered:

"No! No! I'm not going to do it!"

I laughed at her reaction and as I did, I began to feel my pussy lips moisten.

"No? I'm sure you'll endure more than this during your prison sentence…" I teased.

She sighed deeply, her brow furrowing as she realized I was right. She had no other choice but to do as I told her to do. Reluctantly, she gave in.

She said hesitantly. "I'll do it!"

My eyes lit up with satisfaction as I parted my legs farther, allowing her full access.

The soft breeze that lingered on the night air caressed my pussy lips ever so lightly causing them to become wet.

As she drew nearer to me, my pussy twitched with anticipation. It was hungry to feel the slippery stroke of her tongue.

She leaned in and parted my lips with her fingers, which were cold to the touch.

I looked down at her as she gave my wanton twat the first lick. My eyes rolled back into my head as I softly moaned. Victory was all too sweet and I had only to reap it's rewards.

Her tongue twirled and flicked teasingly at my clit.

I couldn't stop myself from squirming as I began to thrust my pussy towards her mouth, impatiently wanting to feel her tongue slid into my pussy hole.

Every hair on my body stood on end as a tingling sensation surged through my entire body. My nipples were now rock hard.

I ripped my dress open to expose my tits and rubbed my hands over them. I pinched my nipples as they became so hard that they almost began to hurt. My breathing became shallow and began to quicken in it's pace.

"Oh YES!!" I half grunted, half moaned. "Now, shove your tongue into my pussy!!"

She did as I commanded and began to tongue fuck me.

I felt intense waves of orgasmic pleasure engulf me as they passed over me repeatedly. They began totally consume me as she continued to lap up my pussy juices.

If I didn't know better, I'd say she started to enjoy it! Of course, I know she'd never admit to it if she had.

Suddenly, she shoved two of her fingers into my aching cunt sending me into orgasmic convolutions. Her tongue flicked uncontrollably at my throbbing clit.

I moaned, grunted, squirmed, and quivered with pleasure. My pussy was so wet that my juices began to drip down my leg.

To my surprise, she didn't let it go to waste. She quickly followed after it with her tongue, making sure to lick up every drop.

She turned her hand, so that she was finger fucking me with two of her fingers and rubbing my clit mercilessly with her thumb.

With her free hand, she pulled herself onto the plot with me. Her tongue moved up along my stomach, passing my navel. It made it's own trail towards my tits, which still were bared.

She circled my breast, making a spiral towards one of my nipples, teasing me utterly and completely.

I thrusted my hips against her fingers as I awaited the feel of her tongue against my erect nipple.

She bit my breast playfully then caressed it with the tip of her nose as she guided her mouth over my aching nipple. As she began to suck on it, she finger fucked me harder. Her thumb tortured my clit in measures I had never known before. I thrusted my hips harder and harder. I couldn't stop myself from moaning.

My body began to shake violently. Try as I might, I couldn't hold back any longer. I came extremely hard onto her fingers, drenching them with my juices.

Orgasm hit me dead on. It was like no other sensation I had ever felt before. My entire body was dripping with ecstasy.

I collapsed roughly onto the plot and closed my eyes.

As I did, she slid her fingers out of me. She brought her fingers up to my mouth and forced them inside.

I sucked at her fingers, licking every bit of my wetness from them and moaned.

I tried to catch my breath before I sat up.

Seeing the look on my face(she actually smiled at me) I didn't have to say a word, my expression said it all.

She slid off of the tomb, looked up at me and said.

"We'll have to do this again."

She turned and started to walk away, but paused unexpectedly and turned back around to speak again.

"Only next time, it'll be your turn…"

She smiled and continued to walk away, disappearing into the darkness like a phantom…leaving me trembling.

story by: Wicked Temptress

Tags: fiction lesbian gothic sex story

Author: Wicked Temptress

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