As you sashay towards the next door you feel powerful. The combined cum of two hunters and yourself is still oozing out of your well fucked cunt. The mixture dropping on the dirt floor and sliding down your thighs.
Naked and confident you reach for the handle. Grasping firmly you twist and the unexpected happens. A jolt goes through your arm. No matter how you try over the next few seconds you are unable to release your hand from the knob. Simultaneous to the pain in your hand, the lights go out.
With unnecessary roughness you’re pulled into the next room. As you are unable to release your hand, the opening door pull you with it. Darkness still surrounds you. Rough hands throw something over your head. It smells new and chemical.
The pain in your arm vanishes as you are able to release your grip. There is still a burning sensation from the muscles contracting. Moving to rub feeling in them something beats you to it. Hands like iron catch you at the wrists and under your arm pit. Without consent you are pulled with no idea where you are going. Whatever is on your head is blocking your vision. You have no idea if the lights are back on.
The attempts to stop what is happening are laughable. Stopping your feet from moving ends up with you being dragged. Lifting your legs and going limp causes the brutes to lift painfully under your armpits. The best course of action is to walk where they lead.
Adrenaline coursing through you makes the journey seem so long. However, you’ll never know how quick it truly was. At some point you arrive at the destination. Steps bump into your feet as you are again hauled into the air.
When you’re feet hit the ground, several things happen in rapid succession. You are forced to bend at the waist. Something smooth hits you on your neck and wrists. Another sensation hits you on the back of your neck and wrists. Warm bands are attached just above your ankles. A sound of metal clinks to one side and the right leg is pushed out. Hands hold you at the middle as your other leg is also pulled in the same manor.
Despite the fact that you were just with out clothes and fucking two men, you now truely feel naked. Exposed.
The hood is gently pulled up and over your face. Blinking rapidly, you take in what you are able to see by lifting your face. This puts your point of view parallel with the stage you are on. A woman who exudes sex crouches next to you.
The smile on her face dissolves the knot of fear that was constricting in your belly. It is a smile that promises this was in good fun and that you will enjoy this just as much as the other things tonight. This smiling seductress brings her hand to your face and pushes a strand of hair out of the way. The caress of her hand is cool and soothing. The only roughness coming from the rock on her wedding band.
Black clad lips plant themselves on your forehead. Followed by each cheek. An evil grin crosses her face just before she kisses you. If your husband would kiss you like this, maybe you wouldn’t be here. Hell, if any woman had kissed you like this, maybe you would have opened your searches for affair partners. To say it was a kiss with heat is to say that house fires are warm. To say it was passionate is to say that the alarm clocks wake you up. Both are true, but poor descriptions of the actual event. Of all the things that happen tonight, it is this kiss that will linger with you.
Pulling back, the evil gin is still there. “Make sure to watch as much as you can. Don’t get fixated on one thing for too long.”
A frown crosses your face. It doesn’t stay there long. As she stands you’re almost hit with the strap on between her legs. The rubber phallus already shiny with lubrication.
The seductress turns and strikes a pose like a stage magicians assistant. For the second time many things happen and you’re not sure in which order. Lights turn on. Before you are a few rows of chairs. Seated in them are a variety of men and women. All masked. All in various states of arrousal. Some of the men semi or fully hard. Some of the women with legs on the chair arms, fingers gliding over their pussies. Light shines from below you causing you to look down.
A large TV is embedded in the stage. The view is separated into several boxes. One corner shows alternating views of audience members. A woman dressed in leather on her knees before another woman who is completely naked, her face flushed from the attention between her thighs. The next corner shows you as the audience sees you. Your skin standing out in contrast from the wooden pillory your head and hands stick through. Bent over, your breasts visible below the wooden slabs, twin leather cuffs on your legs with a metal bar suspended between them. A white line of cum slowly crawls to your knee on the left leg. The next corner is an over head view. The final a portrait.
The alternating images in the box of spectators begs for your attention. However, it’s the sudden feeling of something wet on your asshole that causes your gaze to search the other boxes. The seductress is behind you. Those black lips barely visible around your ass. No one can see it, but your face must be telling them that her tongue is exploring you. Hoots and hollers of encouragement flood over you.
The wave of noise again draws your attention to the crowd. All those hard cocks. Those wet cunts. All those hands and fingers moving as they look at you. As the watch you. A moan you hope is barely audible comes out. That moan comes back louder than the crowd to your ears. The bastards must have a mic pointed at you. Every noise you make will be pumped into the room for everyone to hear.
There’s no holding back the moan this time as the realization and her tongue both hit you. The crowd goes wild as they see realization and lust spreading over your face.
The warm, wonderful muscle leaves your asshole. Looking down you see the owner of that fantastic tongue is walking back to you. Slowly, so slowly she squats in front of you. This accomplishes two things. It makes sure that your eyes are first met by that shinning spear between her legs. Your gaze follows it down and your mouth must be drooling. Second, when she speaks you’re a little startled to see her face so close to you.
“Don’t worry precious. If I fuck you first, the boys will say I ruined you.” The shine of her wedding ring catches your eye as she strokes her plastic penis. “I’m going to let them have their fun first.” A line of lubricant briefly connects her wedding band to the cock before snapping. Involuntarily your tongue meets the fingers she presses to your mouth. Suckling and licking you taste cherry. “But I’ll make sure you enjoy this.”
Pulling away, your mouth is left empty. The taste of cherry lingers.
Slap! A hand cracks across your ass.
Smack! Another hand.
The startle of the sensation makes you forget about the TV in the floor. Struggling in the restraints you try to see what is happening.
Thwack! That wasn’t a hand. The sensation leaves a burning feeling on your cheek. It was stronger and harder than the other two. Almost uncomfortable. At this point though, you’re so turned on you’re not sure that you didn’t enjoy it. The surprise is really what startled you.
Then another surprise. Something strong pinches your clit. Not rubbing, not flicking, but captures it. That engorged nub is trapped between something. In your arroused state, you whimper. The speakers spread the sound for everyone to hear. Cat calls from the crowd show their approval.
The same sensation traps both your nipples. The TV below you is finally remembered. Looking down you see multiple people around you.
The above angle shows the red marks on your ass. Emblazoned on one cheek is the word SLUT. How did they do that? It’s exactly where you felt to too hard slap.
Everyone moves away from your body. Suddenly you feel an increased weight on your nipples and clit. The pressure becoming very intense. Not painful, but it takes almost all of your focus. Almost. Part of your brain continues to watch the screen. Dangling below you are three silver balls. Each ball is attached to a silver chain. The over head view suddenly changes. You can now see below you. Silver clamps are attached to each of the chains.
Why does this feel so good? You expect the pressure to be painful, but it isn’t. The weights pull on you, but the pressure is not sharp. Rather it’s a strong feeling that focuses you. So focused are you on these amazing sensations, that you don’t understand the first few words you hear.
” . . enjoy this.”
New pressure. One you’re more familiar with. The head of a cock rubbing your pussy lips. Gathering the wetness there to assist in entering you. There is no resistance. Hungry for more, your wet cunt welcomes this new invader. Desire casting out the thought that yet another man who is not your husband is about to fuck you.
This dick is thin but long. His invasion seems to go on forever. It touches you deep in places you don’t think you’ve had touched. Moving your hips and getting on your toes to help you accommodate this newest pleasure seems like a good idea. Then the weights work their magic.
In this moment you don’t realize it, but the weights serve dual purposes. The first is not their primary. They do pull on your nipples and clit. The law of gravity works equally on all subjects. The pressure of those weights causing wonderful sensations. But physics has multiple laws. All of which must be obeyed. In adjusting your body, you introduce the slightest bit of movement. That movement travels down the silver chains to the weights below. And as dictated by physics, for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.
New pressure hits your clit. No longer the straight tug downward. This pressure goes forwards. Only for a moment. Then it goes back the way it came. The same happens to your nipples. The triple pendulums below you new adding stimulus to every movement of your body. As you realize this, he bottoms out.
The firm press of his hips against your ass push you forward into the stockade. The weights swing beneath you.
You are filled with the longest dick you’ve ever had. Your nipples and clit are being sweetly tortured in a way you could not have imagined. All while being watched by a room of naked, horny, costumed people. What hope did you have?
The sound from the speakers is a noise you know can’t have come from you. It is a sound of desire, of satisfaction, and of torture. The shaking in your body causes the bull behind you to hold onto you. Large hands grab your hips. He does not grind into you or thrust during your orgasm. You’re pretty sure that would have made you catatonic.
This orgasm seems to stretch out. You’re not sure if it’s the new stimuli that keep causing a new wave or the calls from the audience as they watch your face contort in passion. You couldn’t care less. Bliss is the only state of mind you have.
As the quivering stops, the fucking starts. As full as he made you entering, he makes you feel just as empty pulling out. A whimper from the speaker eggs the crowd on. That wonderful, glorious cock then pushes into you again.
Each moment of him entering you is exquisite. The sensation filling you as you’ve never had it. Bottoming out in your wet pussy causes the weights to receive a new push. More euphoria. Your world shrinks to the wonderful sliding prick in you, the anticipation of hips hitting your ass, and the next tug on your clit from below.
The orgasms are continuous. You’re not sure if they ever stopped after that first one. The just change in intensity.
“fuuuuuuuuccccck” barely registers in your ears. It must have been you that said it. The audience only roars when they hear the pleasure leave your body.
A thousand miles away there is the absence of something. Didn’t here used to be something on your hips? A vibration dimly hits you. Your eyes search the TV and see he’s moved his hands. That’s what used to be on your hips! He now holds onto handles you hadn’t noticed on the stockade.
Why would he need handles?
You’ve been fucked. Men have jackhammered their penises in your wet pussy before. In most cases it’s been enjoyable. This is something beyond fucking.
His first thrust is so hard your shoulders hit the wood pillory. The jarring motion sending the weights beneath you careening. The second thrust gives you no time to recover. It forces you forward with his hole weight. Frantically your hands grasp for something to hold on to, something to stabilize your self. There’s nothing. This is the pleasure/torture they had in mind for you.
With no stabilizing force, your body has no ability to plant itself. With no stabilization, the weights now swing wildly. Each thrust catching them mid swing on their path. Your nipples and clit no longer gently pulled. Sharp strong tugs tell you the fucking is so intense they aren’t swinging anymore, they’re bouncing. The pressure bordering on torture.
He’s still picking up speed. That wonderfully delicious long dick is fucking you. It’s driving deeper than even it had gone. You’re shoulders must be red from bouncing off the wood. Even trying to get on your tip toes to control the angle is to no avail.
It hits you that you are a fuck doll. A trapped meat sheath for his pleasure. He doesn’t care about you right now. The pace is still increasing. The fucking is wild and hot and you’ve never had this.
“Fuck me! Fuck me you mother fucker! Is that all you’ve got!”
It’s not.
You’re not sure what you remember as real or imagined. Parts of this are black or hazy. You remember the speed of his assualt increasing. The weights now pulling in seemingly random directions and patters. You cum. You don’t stop. A flicker of white as in one corner you see a man erupt. White jizz leaps from the head of his cock onto his shirt. 4 times he ejaculates. In the front row a woman mounts a hard cock and rides it as she watches you. More cum, more sounds.
Looking down you see there is liquid on the TV. A line of it connecting the pool there to our mouth. Oh God, have you been drooling?
Next to the drool is a foot. A man’s foot. Why is it so hard to lift your head? As you follow the foot to the ankle, then the calf, then the thigh, your view of the hip is distracted by the hard cock. It’s wet, red, pulsing. The head slick. A large glob of cum has gathered at the end of it. The smell is familiar. It’s you. This is the cock that was fucking you. This is the cock that turned you into a pile of goo.
Instinct takes over. Opening wide you invite him in. The taste of your mixed cum is on your lips. His salty flavor combined with yours. There is no leverage to allow you to perform the proper blowjob you want to give him. Instead he slowly pushes himself into you. Panic must have shown on your face. The thought of him using your mouth the way he used your pussy would kill you. A chuckle hits your ears and he backs out just as slowly. He seems sated, just wanting to get his cock cleaned. You assist as best you can.
The sounds of your sucking and licking are bouncing off the room as well. More cat calls and hoots. You don’t care. You worship the tool that caused you to cum so hard.
Another new sensation hits you. With all this going on, you’re not sure how much more of this you can take. Sensation comes flooding into your left nipple. Then your right. The pin prickling causing you to moan around the slab of meat in your mouth. Lastly, your pussy. A micro orgasm goes through you this time. A sigh that you didn’t know you were holding in escapes.
The relief is short lived. Something presses against your asshole. Something else against your freshly fucked pussy. You try to look down but you can’t. The cock in your mouth is preventing you from moving your head.
You’re being filled. Asshole and pussy are being jointly filled. Thankfully neither hole is housing a tool as long as the one in your mouth.
You feel someone bending over you. Heat lays upon your back. Twin mounds resting on you. Then the voice of the seductress, “If you thought that was fun, this will blow your mind. Show her Tom.”
The cock in your mouth leaves. Your gaze drops down to the TV that still has your drool on it. That drool now mixed with some of the combined juices that have dripped of the cock you were sucking.
In the corner with the side view everything snaps into focus. The seductress stands behind you. Her hips touching your ass. That must be her strapon in there. Below you on a bench is another man. His hands are on your hips and he’s pulled you down to sit on him. That explains the cock in your pussy. They begin moving in rhythm. They fuck both your holes at the same time.
A man and a woman whom you are not married to are fucking you in front of an audience. A shudder goes through you. Then there’s no more to watch. That long thin cock is in your mouth. It got there when your hair was grabbed. Tom apparently wasn’t finished with you. None of them are.
The sensations are overwhelming. The thin membranes between your ass and pussy being rubbed together by the two cocks, one real flesh and throbbing, the other hard and unyielding. It’s a new experience. You wish you could focus on it. There are so many things you want to focus on. The ridges and textures of Tom’s cock as it slides into your mouth. How you’d like to use your hands to hold him and explore those peaks and valleys of the veins in his cock. The brushing of the seductresses breasts over your back. The licking of your nipples by the stranger beneath you.
All of them are strangers. Each fucking one part of you. Each giving you something your fucking cuck of a husband never could. This thought creates another crest. You cum. Your juices squirt out over the cock beneath you, soaking is tool and his balls. Your ass clamps down on the phallus in your rectum. The seductress continues to violate you, her hands on your shoulders. The grunting moan from your mouth vibrating the now saliva coated dick in your mouth.
The fucking continues.
At some point the man beneath you cums. You know because he bites your nipple and stiffens inside you. The expanding of his cock pressing against the strapon in your ass. His cum causes a mini euphoria to ripple through you. His cock leaving does the same.
Tom removes his penis. The shiny head staring at you. The seductress voice in your ear, “Say thank you to Tom for fucking you.”
“Thank you Tom for fucking me.”
“Don’t you think Tom should get a reward?”
“Mmmmmm, yes.” Comes over the speakers.
“Let Tom cum on your face.”
“Please Tom. Please give me your cum. Please use me for your cum.” Did you just say that? Were you just begging a man to cum on your face?
A new feeling in your anus. The seductress has turned on her cock. It’s vibrating. The sensations are amazing.
“Please Tom! Please cum on me. Please, please, please cum on my married face.” Where the fuck did that come from?
Before you can answer your question there is a warm glob on your cheek. Another on your forehead. He’s doing it. This man who fucked you, who you cleaned with your mouth, is cumming on you. Your married face turns to present some fresh piece of it for him.
“Cover my married face with your cum! Give it to me!”
Cheering hits you at the same time as the last of Tom’s sperm does. Coated in a strangers sperm you stare out into the room. Those that aren’t actively cumming are applauding you.
You smile for them. Tom’s jizz dripping down, you feel it on your lips. Your tongue sneaks out and hauls in part of the load that’s on your face. They love it. They love you.
The room goes dark. The dick in your ass leaves.
You go limp in the stockade and fall to your knees.
Her voice in your ear. Gentle, soft, proud?
“You did so good tonight little girl. Now it’s time to get you cleaned up and sent home. We’ve already texted him from your phone. He’s waiting outside for you. I’ll help you get your dress on, but you have a decision to make.”
What decision? You’ve already broken your marriage vows. You’ve already fucked and sucked every dick they gave you. What else could there be?
“Do you want to go back to your cuck with another man’s cum on your face and on your thighs? Or would you like me to lick it off?”
If you could spontaneously cum, you probably would have. The idea of her tongue licking your pussy makes you swallow hard.
“What do you want to do sugar?”
The car door opens and closes.
“Hi hon. How was the haunted house?”
“Oh fine. More of the same.” Your dress is in place. You buckle up. You start scrolling through your phone to see what messages you missed.
As he pulls away the street lights fall across your face.
“Hey, what’s that on your face?”
You look him in the eyes and blush. “Some guy had this goo and threw it at me. It was supposed to be ecto plasm or something. I thought I got it all.”
“No, it’s everywhere.”
“Guess I’ll just have to take a bath when I get home.”
He doesn’t question your story. You sit next to your husband as he drives you back to your boring suburban home. A strangers cum dripping and drying on your face. You turn to look out the window and scoop some of it onto your finger. He tastes wonderful.
The word SLUT throbs on your ass cheek. You will have to find someway to had that till it fades. What a wonderful Halloween.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/jmig3l/a_haunted_house_pt_4_final