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.

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.”

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.

“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.”

Bath time

So after a long day of work you decide to get a nice hot bath. You start the water add your favorite scented soap, which is lavender because it’s so relaxing. You slowly strip down to your sexy bra and underwear staring at yourself in the mirror. As your fingers caress your body, you flash back to the times I have touched you there. You light a candle and sit it on the edge of the tub by where your feet will be and slip into the tub. The hot water rushes over you as you sink into the water. It covers your feet then you lower your midsection and it rushes over your hips and abdomen. You sink lower and it covers your breasts. You take a wash cloth and soak it in the hot water and place it on your face and sit back and relax. I sneak into the bathroom and take an additional wash cloth and lightly scrub your neck. Give your face a rub down and Lean in and kiss your lips. I rub your neck and shoulders. Rub on those legs. At this point it’ll be hard to not feel you up. So I’ll lay your head back and put a towel under it and a hot towel on your face. I’ll rub it in and get ya nice and relaxed. Keep your head laid back and I’ll take a wash cloth and squeeze the water out of it and the drops hit your neck chest boobs and the little bit of your abs that aren’t submerged in the tub. I’ll do this a few times and in between I’ll blow cold air on your nipples so they are nice and hard. I’ll put the wash cloth down and rub my fingers from the side of your face to your neck and pause there. I’ll grab your neck firmly but not rough and lean in and kiss your lips. Then your neck. I’ll keep kissing them as my hand caresses your boobs and slides to your thighs. At first touch of your inner thigh you take a deep breathe and your legs open slightly to let me in to the goodies. But I don’t go there yet. I keep kissing your neck then back to your lips. Rubbing your thighs. Deep squeezes and sliding more towards your ass. My thumb touches your pussy lip and I can feel your chest rise with the deep breathes your taking. You rock your hips to try to get my hand on your pussy more and I don’t fight it. My tongue slides in your mouth and dances with yours. My hand rubs up and down and I can tell the difference in the bath water and your wetness on your pussy. My fingers slide in and my palm is putting pressure on your clit. You begin moaning in my mouth and I kiss you harder as I finger you harder. The water is sloshing around from my hand. Fingers going in and out of your tight pussy and palm still hitting your clit with each stroke. You’re about to cum when I stop. And stand up. Without hesitating you jump out and I run to the bed. You chase me and tackle me into it. Soaking wet and you get on top and we start making out again. Your hands undress me.

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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.

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.

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.

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.

He is clueless.

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.

“Cute bats.” The bouncer growls.

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.”

“Password?” The same deep growl.

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.

Car Trouble part 1

So been awhile since I wrote anything. Guess now is as good a time as any.

It started out as a cold rainy night. Her car was on the side of the road, nothing was working. Her cell phone had no bars and it didn’t seem like the rain was going to stop anytime soon. She saw lights ahead and thought, I could wait here for someone, or take a walk to where she saw the lights and see if there was anyone to help her. The walk seemed less scary than waiting, so she grabbed her jacket, placed it on her head and exited the car. The lights looked about a little less than a 1/4 mile.

As she walked, she realized her heels she was wearing weren’t made for this and took them off. Her feet felt cold in the water and mud, but what choice did she have. She walked the 1/4 mile and found a nice ranch style house with what appeared to be a one car garage. The front light was on and she heard the tv inside playing. She knocked on the door, not knowing who or what was on the other side.

Blackmailing my wife p3

So to recap, I found out my wife was on a dating app. I created a fake account and linked with her, then told her I knew who she was. I’ve been having her do some sex things with her husband (me) and send me pics and stuff.

So I message her on the site and thank her for the recent pics and doing what I told her to do. She’s pissed but turned on none the less. I tell her she has to pick 1 of the 3 things I have in mind or I’m telling her husband she’s on this site. She is not going to like any of these. She is not to happy but asked what they are. 1 pierce your nipples. 2 order a gag ball and anal plug that she has to use. 3 order a pair of vibrating panties and where them to the next friends outing.

She says absolutely not, none. I remind her of what that means, me telling her husband. And not to mention she’s on this site because she’s bored with vanilla at home and any of these will spice things up. I then said if she doesn’t pick I will, and I’ll have something sent to her house. Eventually I’ll get her to do all 3, she’s turning into quite the slut.

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“Did you tire of your slaves again?”

That could not be so but it’s just a little game that I play with Avere, my feline guard with luxuriously soft, grey fur. Perhaps I should not have known just what the fur of one of my guards felt like but, well, I did and the times that we had spent together had had me fucking many a needy slave time after time again.

The cat purred and stretched out against the post of my bed, the four-poster that I had had brought in specifically so that I could better use it to tie up my slaves. Who wouldn’t want something like that with so many uses, after all? And her form was simply divine as she stretched, the arch in her back drawing the eye down to her backside, how firm and tight it was, rounded out with muscle.

My Fantasy- Exhibitionist and a friend

We decide to meet in a public park. Food trucks were there and they have a nice walking path, trees, picnic tables, pond and benches. We decide to get some custard ice cream. You get a waffle cone with nuts, whip cream and a cherry.

We sit across from each other. And I watch you lick your ice cream. Devour your cherry. You have some cream on your upper lip. As people walk by I kiss you and lick it off.

When we finished we go for a walk. You have on sandals. Revealing your perfectly painted nails. Your shorts are short revealing your long legs and your cheeks are almost out. You don’t normally dress like this but you are pleasing me and my desire. You want this day gratifying.

It is a hot day, so We get a water bottle and as we walk you spill the water all of your white tight shirt. No bra. Nipples are clearly seen and you smile. I know this is going to be a great day.