Musha May

<Timid, weary. The tail end of a long day. A slight Southern accent, if you feel confident in doing so, would be applicable>

<plaintively humming an old Gospel song>

Oh... oh hi there... 'scuse the mess. Weren't expecting anymore customers this late. We're a bit out of the way, you know.

Why of course, of course I can serve you, hon. Let me turn the stove back on and I'll whip you up some chicken. Best fried chicken in Louisiana the magazines used to say. Used to...<deflated sigh> Well... even though we don't move as much, it just means I gotta put more love into every batch! Light or dark meat, sweet thing?

<bemused chuckling> I like me a man that knows the thigh is the best damn part of the bird! So moist, so tender. You just wanna tear into it! Coming right up, darlin' <humming>

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<plate being placed on a table, sitting down> There you go, handsome! Don't mind me sitting down, do ya? <groaning, stretching> Ooohhhhhh me oh my, it has been a day and a half, I tell ya. Lotta souls in and out, all day. Evening is when we always slow down... folks know better'n to be around this ol' bayou at night. Ohhhh, shut my mouth! You just now eating and here I am scaring you off! <nervous laughter> Wellll, I brought it up, I suppose. Not from 'round here, are ya? City boy? This ain't exactly the city, sweet thing. Here in Dixie we got us... history. Especially round here. Why, this building has been around more'n a hundred-fifty years. That's right! Only been a diner for the last ... ohhhhhh... fifty or so. Used to be a <chuckling> never you mind what it used to be.

Anyway, even further back used to be a lot of ... slave plantations around here. A lot of terrible, terrible things took place in these parts. The kind of sinning and screaming man ain't men to do to others. And these same old trees done seen it all! They was here to see those poor black folk bought and sold like livestock, and they's see you tonight. And they'll still be here after you die. Make a man feel small, don't it?

Well listen to me! If I ain't scaring you I'm depressing you! I'm awful sorry hon, you came in here for a meal not for a chatterbox! Where you off to tonight?

<slight offense taken, mixed with concern> Oh. Oh I see. You going to see Musha? Heh. I had a feeling, to be honest. Lotta men folk come in here on their way to Musha's. Not a lot come in on their way back, but ain't none of my business. Yeah, yeah, she gets a lot of customers! I try not to judge, because it just ain't Christian, we all have our vices. Besides, when a man comes a lookin' for Musha, I get me a customer too! You need a good meal in you before doin'... whatever it is that goes on in that house of sin.

I suppose you should be gettin' going, though. <Ominous tone> Don't wanna keep Musha May waiting... I'm sure she's expecting you...

How do I know? Well, sweet thing, I suppose could be said that

<the thud of a heavy blunt object meeting a human skull>

<much more evil, menacing tone> th'little angel on my shoulder told me... <sinister laughter>

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<restrained but intense moaning, trying to avoid being too loud, riding roughly>

Ohhhhh... ohhhhhh my..... ohhhhhhh myyyyyyy yesss... give it all to mama...

Ohhhhhh... oh look who woke up! I was wonderin' if you'd open up your eyes 'fore I was done... about half of 'em don't...

HEY! <slapping, scratching> Don't you move a fucking muscle besides your hips and your pecker, sinner! You belong to Musha May now... everything in this here swamp is mine! Always has been mine! The trees <moaning> the frogs, the gators <moaning> aaaaaaaaalllllll miiiiiiiiiiiine... and th-th-they allllll answer to their Mama. You came here, you will too...

What <slap> Did <slap> I <slap> Say? <slap> <riding more aggressively, moaning wildly and grunting hungrily> 'Sides, you better enjoy while you caaaaaannnn... once you spill your seed... your mind's coming with it... you g-gonna fill me up... and give me your seed so I can have more daughters to go out and bring more foolish men in here for me! For Mama Musha!

I.... I.... I am the witch of these wilds and you are just another stupid man looking for something easy and evil under the shade from God's eyes. Well let me tell you somethin... God can't see you here but I CAN!

<skin slapping on skin, sinister sighs and moans of pleasure> Just how long can you hold on? Hehehe... not long I reckon... you're brow is so sweaty... your balls are clenching up tight... you gonna cum for Musha! Just let it allll out... give it to mama... it'll feel better than any sensation you've ever felt... just let it all slip away... stop holding back...

Ah that's it! That's it! You can't possibly hold on no more! It's built up too much! Give it to me now! Give it NOW! NOW! FUCKING GIVE IT ALL TO ME!

THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT!

<improv to a powerful, sustaining, absolutely draining orgasm>

You was cute y'know... we gonna have some pretty girls... I'll tell 'em daddy was a brown-eyed handsome man...