Behind the Scenes of the Haunted House [MF] .

This happened a while ago, I was in college working at a haunted house in college.

Oh about me, at the time. I was 22, same height I am now (6’3), more lean muscle as I was much more active and younger, same broad shoulders, and the same….size.

It was a clown house, about 7 of us worked around, dressed up as the creepy clowns. The house itself had some fun scare areas with fake walls, or drop down paintings. It also had a blacklight effect, so our colors popped more and more.

One of the other people working was Amanda. She was 21 as well, about 5’6, strong dance legs and frame, a huge smile, and long blonde hair. She was a fiery personality, never sugar coated things. Some people saw her as a bitch, I thought she just didn’t bullshit. It was a confidence i found sexy about her. Watching her dance in shows (I worked backstage or And participated in some classes) also was a treat. A beauty watching her move around.

This was probably my 4th night working the house. I was the only person that could fit in the ringmaster costume and would walk around the house to scare people, creep them out, and just see how the other workers were holding up in their areas. Amanda was hiding behind a portrait with a polkadot clown onsie thing on. It wasn’t the most flattering thing. the area she was in was just wide enough to let a person fit, like a closet.

An hour in, the crowds star becoming less and less, but I am doing my walk around. I feel a poke on my ribs as I pass by Amanda’s area. I turn and see her grinning clown face from the curtain to her room. “Sorry It was getting boring in here.”

I laughed and said, “You scared me, I thought I was getting bit by something.” (side note, another haunted place in the park we worked had a kid get bit by a snake so we were on alert.)

She grinned and went back in to her hiding area, “Better be careful then Ride….ooooooooo.”

“I’ll get you.”

“Good luck” from the disembodied voice behind the wall.

I laughed and did my walk to the front to see what the crowds were. None again.
So walking back through I slowly pass through Amanda’s area. She could see me walk past through the eyeholes in her portrait and plan another poke ambush when I rounded the back. I move my foot by the curtain and sure enough she reaches out, but misses. I lunge forward, “Aha” and grab her waist, tickling under her ribs. She giggled after a brief shriek of being caught.

“Shhh, you’ll make everyone think a group just came in.” My hands on her still as I pull her back into the hiding area behind the portrait. She reaches and begins trying to tickle me free, whispering.
“You scared me asshole.”
“I thought you weren’t easily scared?”

“I’m not” She said, breathing heavy. She grins with her big wonderful smile up at me. I have flirted with her at parties and backstage at functions before, but we never shared a quite alone moment.

“Then why are you out of breath, Amanda.”

She bit her lip and just grinned.
I moved my hands around her waist, to the small of her back and pulled her in close.

The first kiss we had (among many through other stories and encounters) was explosive. She threw her body against me and my pull. we collided out mouths and took a deep breath of the other person. I felt my arms squeezing around her, and the warmth of her body on my own, building. I broke away after a minute of making out. Soft kisses mixed with the small bite of my lower lip in her sexy smile (it was no longer a beautiful one.)

I stood back and looked at her. She was wearing clown make-up a curly rainbow wig, and a polkadot puffy fucking onesie, but her eyes and the sway of her hips as she moved towards me helped me focus on the woman under the creepy clown.

She leaned up and kissed me again. Slower this time as my hands moved over her. I slid them over the fabric of her costume and grabbed hold of one breast. Firm in my hand and guarded by a bra. I felt through it and her chest wanted me, begged me to play with it. Her hands reached down as mine played up top. The palm of her hand at the center of my lap. The tips of her fingers feeling the mound bulging beneath the polyester. She began rubbing it, slow and with purpose. Her hand moved further down my crotch. She breaks the kiss again.

“You are big”

“What?”

“Sonya said you had a thick dick, I thought it was just her being a slut” *(I’ll do that one later if this succeeds)*

“Did she?”
“Yeah, but christ, this feels better than I thought” She still rubs my buldge.

“It feels better elsewhere.” (Yeah I don’t remember what I said, but it was probably this eye-rolling)

Amanda licks her lips, but before she could say something else I was pushing her against the other side of the area, against her own wall. The slow kisses gave way to more passion filled make out again. She ribs over my cock with more hunger than before. I kiss down her neck and hear moans of “I want your cock” in my ear. This only makes me hold her tighter and kiss her firmer. She moans as I move my hand down between her legs “Yes. Ride”

The onesite opens from the back and my fingers rub over her warmth as she rubbed over my thickness. I push agains the fabrics of the costume and her underwear as she eeks out pleasurable sounds.

We feel each other, teasing for another minute. My free hand squeezing between the sensitive breasts as my main hand feels for her mound and clit under the layers. Wetness building on the clownsuit.

I spin her around. The trained ass of a dancer presses against my throbbing cock. She grinds away, but the purpose of the shift was for my access. I pull the velcro apart on her costume and snake my hand over her lap.

She gasps a incoherent “Please” as i pull her underwear to the side and find the swollen hood atop that wet treasure.

And I press it.

I rub it.

Her ass firm in my lap as she gives me her weight to hold. I squat my stance to hold both our weights as I roll over the top of her clit. Soft circles.

Speeding up

I whisper how much I’ve wanted her. I whisper how she looks so beautiful, and I have wanted to feel this body so much.
She just replies with “mmmmmmm”

I press and circle more. My cock pressing her ass “This cock has also wanted to feel you.”

“Mmnnn Not here.”
I grin and whisper in her ear. “No, I’m going to make you cum though and want this cock later.”
She growls and presses her ass firm on my cock’s bulge. “God, yes, please.”
She asked nicely and I finished.
Her hand slamming the plywood wall of our hideout as I feel her thighs shake.
Swirling

rubbing, round and round, pressing her hood as I play her body.
She reaches back and grips me “I’m….I uhhhhh”
I knew what she meant and slid two fingers off her clit into her pussy. With the wet aide of her body I was rolling my knuckles against her walls and curling my fingertips inside as she buckled.

I held her in place as I fingered through her wave and she collapsed on the wall as I slid slowly out. I kissed her and licked the reward off my hands.
We held each other and kissed briefly before we heard noises from the front. I said I’ll see her later. We had a party that night for an honors society thing.

I looked over her and saw clown makeup smeared across her face and knew mine was just as noticeable. I laughed and savored another taste of my triumphant fingers.

She smiled.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dpwj05/behind_the_scenes_of_the_haunted_house_mf