More Than You Can Chew - Sex Stories

More Than You Can Chew

Veronica wanted so badly to be an influencer. She had never been very popular, and now that she had started college she was finally starting to find her own place. She checked her raven black hair in her phones camera, one eye covered by feathered bangs, the rest running down to her mid back. Next , she set her phone up and prepared to go live. She spent all week gathering the right items for a summoning, or at least what items she could find.Some from vague reddit posts, others from excerpts of books she didn’t bother to read. She knew she was something of a poser, but oh, the attention she got! She had gone from having maybe a couple friends and being ignored to having thousands of fans!

Some of that might have had to do with her choice of attire during her live “rituals”, inspired to some degree by seeing Elvira on TV as a kid. She looked down, still frustrated that she hadn’t developed the same assets. She had a humble C cup breasts forming two half moons of perky cleavage that worked good enough to get some internet fame. She flaunted them readily through her open front minidress, exposing skin from her belly button up to her shoulders in a V. Her subscribers really liked anytime she had to turn away from the camera though, her lower half being more substantial. In fact, she had specifically gotten a dress that only went down to pale mid thighs so her bubbly, wide ass was almost visible when she bent. It was perfect for calling attention to her thick fishnetted ...

... thighs and legs. Other than that, she was relatively thin with a flat soft belly and shorter stature, only coming up to 5’3.

Makeup was good, dress needed a quick tug to bring a little more cleavage out, and she had her summoning ring set up. She had read she could capture a demon this way, though she mostly considered it folk stories. But, she needed something in character to do while acting as eye candy. The black candles were from Walmart and she just used some cleaned chicken bones instead of crow bones, but it looked right at least. She sat in her small rental house's living room floor, dimly lit by the candle light as she went live.

Doing her usual intro and animated explanation of tonight's ritual, she watched the viewer count rise and rise. She even leaned over to grab one of the showy grimoires she didn’t bother reading, her fans going wild over the upskirt glance and squeezed thighs. The attention excited her, and she was reminded of how little sex she had been getting with school being so hectic. She could feel some wetness on her thighs, no underwear restraining it from making her legs slippery. Everything was going good until she read the words, named the demon, and demanded it be under her control.

For the first time in her internet career as a goth babe posing as a witch, she actually got the chills as she felt the distinct impression of someone watching her and laughing. Her voice caught in her throat, and before she could speak to continue on, the candles ...