Michael Jackson Imagines Novels & Stories

Liam stared at the images, "But damn, you make a real mess out there, Jackson?" "Anything for you babe." Jackson said raising his two hands like innocent Jews.

They all met up near a pawn shop. "I think your brother must have skipped town, man, " began Matt, who was in a red leather jacket with its sleeves rolled up and classic black pants that ended with loafers. His hair was also redesigned to look more wavy and glossy and had explained to the others after they'd met earlier that he was Michael Jackson. He even went on to attempt a 'moon walk' dance. It was terrible. "So, you hypnotised and things went south, " Julia added, "I still don't quite get how he's possessed by a demon! "

I closed my eyes, and the fantasy took shape before I could stop it. I envisioned Michael, naked, bound to my bed. His wrists tied with silk, stretched above his head. His body trembling, waiting, helplessly for me to claim him. His lips, slightly parted, those sharp eyes filled with defiance and something else—something he wouldn’t dare admit. I would make him beg. I would ruin him. I would destroy his insides with my huge cock. And even when he screams in delight for me to stop, I'll still continue. I imagined dragging my hands down his chest, feeling his muscles tense under my touch. His breathing would be uneven, his skin burning beneath my fingertips.

"Samantha, this is a dream. I can hear your thoughts. When you wake up, make sure to tell Jack, Michael says hello." Who is this Michael guy?

Watching those lips wrap around his cock as he thrust in and out of his mouth. Thinking about Aiden like that made Jackson's dick hard. Jackson closes his eyes as he reaches into his boxers and pulls out his painfully hard cock. Jackson begins stroking it as he imagines choking Aiden with it. He pictures Aiden's red lips wrapped around his cock and tears rolling down his cheeks. He can see his body trembling as he grips the back of his head and fucks his mouth. Jackson strokes his cock faster. He imagines gripping the Omega's head tighter as he rams his cock down his warm tight throat. He can almost feel the Omega's throat squeezing his cock as he chokes on it.

He mused wistfully, his dick swelling some more as he let his imagination take him away. He could just imagine the look on his mom's beautiful face as she pumped his dick in her hands, lube spilling out between her fingers as she stroked him. He could even see her breast jiggling contained as they were in her bra and professional blouse. He loved watching his mother's breasts bounce around in the clothes she wore; especially her office clothes. He tried imaging what his mother's tits would like bare, but he had never been lucky enough to see them in their full glory. Jimmy said that he saw his mom's tits all the time; Jason could admit to himself that that fact had him seething with jealousy

They knew just what to do and how to make me crazy with desire. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the delightful feeling of Mike's cock now poking hard against my bum as if it were straining to break through his trousers and poke into my tiny hole. Which, of course, it was. My pussy clenched with desires as different thoughts went through my mind. My imagination was wild as I fantasized about having them all fuck my holes at the same time. I wanted to voice it out, to let them know what I wanted, but didn't do that. Keeping it to myself sounded better, knowing Mitch might disagree.

I am spread and his tongue is showing its magic. I can't believe what is happening. His tongue is fucking my hole and I have no strength already in my legs. There is nothing to garb so I am only moaning. "Umph- M-Mick..." I feel my shivering legs and open my eyes. Mick is nowhere. It's my hand between my legs. So, I was masturbating and imagining him. He was really in front of me. How could I become so crazy that I feel him in his absence?

The memory hit all at once, bringing back the laundry room, the smell of detergent mixed with Michael’s skin, and the way I’d looked him in the eye while he took exactly what he wanted. As the silence of the room closed in, my imagination began to warp the memory into something far more dangerous. Closing my eyes tight, I could almost feel the phantom weight of Michael’s body pressing me into the cold brick wall again. In my mind, his voice wasn't just a whisper but a low, degrading growl that vibrated through my bones. "Look at me, Axel," the imaginary Michael commanded, his grip tightening on my throat until my breath hitched in real life. "Tell me how much you love being handled like a to