Author: Phelan201

A Haunted House PT 4 (Final)

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.

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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.

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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.

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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. Read more »

A Haunted Halloween House PT 3

Before you lies a forest. A fucking forest. There’s tree’s up to the ceiling. Dirt absorbs the steps of your shoes. Fog hangs ominously around the trail.

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There is a coat rack on the trail. Hanging from it is a red cloak. A sign on the wooden pole reads, “Be careful little Red Riding Hood. Stay on the path and don’t talk to strangers.” In smaller letters beneath, ” Place your clothes in the basket. Wear the cloak. Stay on the trail. . . or else.”

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Unnoticed by you is a woven basket on the ground. Inside are two bottles of water and business card sized piece of paper. The card is white with black lettering. You bend over to pick up the card.

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“The night isn’t over yet. For your safety, please hydrate. Things get more intense from here. Removing your clothes is recommended so that your cuck doesn’t suspect anything. This basket will be left at the next room and returned to you at the end of the fun.”

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A Haunted Halloween House PT. 2

Entering the next room, a wave of heat hits you. Red light floods the room. Before you is an operating room. Surgery equipment scattered everywhere. A blood splattered sheet covering a corpse on a gurney in the center. Splashes of paint on the walls meant to be blood. Another haunted house trope laid out before you.

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The double doors into the room open. THE sluttiest slutty nurse you’ve ever seen walks in. She caries a silver operating tray with large fake syringes on it. Her hips sway seductively as she locks eyes with you. She sashays across the room. The way she walks oozes sex. It’s been since college since you did anything with a woman, but if you were to ever cross that line, this woman would be what dragged you over.

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The blonde hair on her head is held perfectly in place by the small hat. The top, barely a top at all, looks like a shear shirt that is 2 sizes too small. Red medical crosses don’t cover her large areolas. Naked, smooth skin is visible from under her breasts down to well below her belly button. Red thong straps sit high on her hips. They disappear into the maybe 6 inches of white fabric that someone considered a skirt. White thigh high stockings and 6 inch red platform heels complete the outfit. The click click of the heals get’s louder as she approaches. Read more »

A Halloween Haunted House PT.1

He drops you off at the haunted house. Before you get out he pats you on the thigh and says, “Have fun.” The wedding ring catches the light from the street lamp.

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He is clueless.

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You get out of the car. It rolls away into the dark. Entering the light in front of the warehouse you see the bouncer give you the elevator eyes. Your bare legs standing out sharply from the black dress. The October air is chill, but it’s not the reason your skin is covered in goose bumps. Trying to stand proud and tall, not showing your nerves, you approach the door.

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“Cute bats.” The bouncer growls.

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Swallowing is difficult with your dry mouth. It takes you a moment to remember he means the white cut outs on the dress. You smile, “Thanks.”

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“Password?” The same deep growl.

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Again you try to swallow past the pit in your stomach. Can you do this? Will you really go through with this? It’s this moment where you decide. After you go in there’s no backing out. Fuck it. Read more »

An Office Affair

As I walk into the building and make my way to your office, I smile at everyone and say hello.

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Your door is closed. I knock to see if you’re in. I hear your voice from the other side. I open the door and leave it about halfway ajar.

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“Good morning”, I say. And we start some small talk about how things are going, what’s happening with our kids, that sort of stuff. However, as I walk closer to your desk, I unzip my pants and pull out my dick.

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There’s an evil glint in your eye. As you quickly get to your knees and take my penis in your hand. While you slowly start to stroke. with your right hand, I take your left and put my wedding ring into it. You can feel the warmth from the metal band that my wife gave me. The gift that signifies our marriage and binding together. You hold it in your hand and you feel the weight of it. You compare the warmth of the metal to the warmth of my hardening dick. The ring clinks gently against the wedding ring on her hand. But this is not the ring that you gave to your husband. This is the ring of a stranger. Of a man you’ve been secretly seeing for months. Read more »