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  TAKEN AT THE HAUNTED HOUSE

  By Natasha Stevens

  Copyright © 2014 by Natasha Stevens

  All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real persons or places or events is purely coincidental. All participants in sex acts in the story are over the age of 18.

  WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF SEX INCLUDING ORAL SEX, ANAL SEX, ROUGH SEX IN A PUBLIC PLACE, DOUBLE PENETRATION, CUCKOLDING, AND DIRTY TALK. IT IS ONLY A FANTASY AND NOT INTENDED TO BE READ BY MINORS. THE AUTHOR DOES NOT CONDONE OR ENCOURAGE ILLEGAL OR RISKY BEHAVIOR.

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  TAKEN AT THE HAUNTED HOUSE

  Amy wasn’t impressed by the Haunted House, mainly because she knew that she was the most impressive thing in it.

  18-year-old Amy was blonde and blue-eyed, tall and slim and busty, with a 34d bra size and a little tribal tattoo on her lower back. Her Dad had told her it was slutty and stupid and called it a “tramp stamp” and some of the guys she had gone out with said that it was like a target to aim at when they came on her back.

  They’d all been happy to fuck her but few had been happy to be polite to her afterwards; that’s why she’d taken her revenge on the town, going to the new nude beach and having a fabulously rough and sexy group sex session with a dozen men, while others watched. She’d secretly recorded it and broadcasting it on the internet, making herself a small fortune and shaming everyone in town.

  She was preparing to move to Los Angeles and start a career in lap-dancing and porn, now that she’d graduated, and she had plane tickets on January 2nd.

  She did want to spend the holiday season in town, though; she was having so much fun being the uncontested queen of the place.

  Since the nude beach group sex session, people had been happy to criticize Amy on the internet, usually anonymously, but in private, her phone didn’t stop ringing. Young men, and older men, and even women.

  She rejected them all – except for the hottest ones.

  One had started to interest her, however; since she’d graduated, she’d found it rather appealing to step out with the principal of her former high school.

  A divorced 43-year-old, who fortunately had an enormous shlong, the principal was all that a young girl wanted from a principal she was fucking – he even wore a tweed sports coat with elbow patches and smoked a pipe.

  Of course he was happy, like most men, to fuck her in private, but wasn’t too keen to be seen in public with her.

  So recently before one of their usual sex sessions in his home, she had recently told him that he had to take her out on a date if he wanted to continue fucking her.

  “Because I want everyone to see what a dirty old man you are,” she said, stripping out of her tight jeans and tiny white spaghetti-strap top. She wasn’t wearing any underwear at all. Now completely naked, she sat on the sofa and spread her legs and rubbed her slick pussy lips with one hand, holding his head back with the other as he eagerly tried to dive into her hot wet pussy.

  “Well,” said the Principal. “It’s almost Halloween. Perhaps we could go the … town’s Haunted House?”

  “Oh that’s good,” said Amy. “I can dress EXTRA slutty and the whole town can see me. And you, and what an awful dirty old man who loves young pussy you are.”

  “I am,” he admitted. “Now let me eat that hot pussy.”

  “Say it again!” she commanded. “Tell me that you’re a dirty old man and you always wanted to eat my pussy when I was a student at the high school.”

  “You know I did, you know I wanted to eat that hot pussy all the time.”

  “Did you look up my skirts?”

  “Of course I did. Everybody did.”

  “And now you get to eat it. Say thank you.”

  “Thank you so much Amy for letting me eat your pussy.”

  “Good. You’re welcome, you filthy old man. Now eat it,” she said, and pulled his face and hot probing tongue into her crotch, humping her clit against his mustache. “Work that dirty old tongue just like you dream of, old man!”

  After she’d come, she went home and started getting her Halloween costume ready.

  When she got out of the Principal’s car in front of the Haunted House, everybody in line stopped talking and using their phones to look at her.

  She wore a standard sexy witch costume; a tight leather bustier with a short skirt. Her tits were thrust up in a push-up bra and they were enough to stop traffic by themselves, but she’d added spider-web black stockings with a black garter belt, and the skirt she wore was short enough to show it off. With the six-inch spike heels making her long legs even longer, and her blonde hair in porn-star curls under her black witch hat, she was fucking gorgeous and everybody in the line watched her as she led the Principal behind her and took her place in the line.

  Amy just smiled at them as she waited for the tour to start. She knew several of them were sneaking pictures with their camera-phones; she didn’t mind.

  The tour started and she led the Principal inside by the hand.

  When they got inside, the first room was full of blood-soaked zombies clawing at her from behind a wire fence. When they saw Amy’s tits in the witch costume, they mostly stopped clawing and stared at her. Amy rolled her eyes at them.

  Some of them tried to claw at her tits but she stepped out of the way and smiled at them, drawing her shoulders and shaking her tits back and forth.

  In the next room, there was a man in a blood-soaked butcher’s apron, standing over another man chained to a table. When he saw Amy, his butcher’s apron developed a tent in the middle of it because of his pounding erection.

  Amy smirked at them.

  In the next room, there was a witch with a green face and big warty nose, throwing frogs and snakes into a smoking cauldron. The witch cackled and waved her broomstick at them as lights flashed behind her.

  Amy turned to the Principal and the other visitors to the haunted house behind them. “Who’s a better witch?” Amy asked, pulling up her skirt a bit to show more of her garter belt.

  Everyone said, “You, Amy!” and stared at her, completely ignoring the other witch.

  Then the group were walking down a foggy, very dark corridor and it was difficult to see anything. Amy felt the Principal’s hand on her ass and she rubbed back against him.

  Then Amy heard a door open nearby, and strong arms grabbed her around the waist and pulled her through it, and then the door slammed again.

  An ultraviolet black light went on, and Amy saw a glowing skull in front of her. She realized she was laying on dirt and was surrounded by tombstones.

  “I’m not scared of this bullshit,” said Amy. “These tombstones are made of plastic and paper.”

  “Oh no?” said a deep voice, and she turned around and saw a glowing cock.

  Or rather, a cock covered with a glowing green condom.

  It was a big cock, a huge cock. She thought she recognized it …

  “I know it’s you, Owen!” said Amy. Tall, handsome Owen was a fairly new guy in town, and one of the main instigators of the group sex session at the nude beach.

  Now that her eyes were adjusting, she saw that he was completely naked except for a glow-in-the-dark condom and a glowing skull mask.

  “Yeah, it’s me. You like that big cock, Amy?”

  “You know I liked it,” said Amy, licking her lips. “I just don’t like you much, that’s all, Owen.”

  “You made a ton of money off me at that nude beach thing, didn’t you?”

  “I made a bit,” said Amy, smiling. “Y
ou thought you were banging me against my will, but I was getting paid. I’d say that’s better than you ending up in jail for it, don’t you think?”

  The skull face moved closer. “Well, now it’s time for my paycheck. No cameras around now,” said Own. “I want to fuck you on my terms.”

  “And what terms are those?” asked Amy. She had to admit that his cock looked very good.

  “Rough and hot,” said Own, “and in front of your boyfriend the Principal.”

  A door nearby opened and in the dim light she could see the Principal, dragged into the room by two other men dressed in black with glowing skull masks on. The Principal’s starched white shirt was glowing in the blacklight.

  “What’s going on here!” cried the Principal. “What’s happening here? Amy? Is that you?”

  “Yes, it’s me,” said Amy.

  “You have a choice, Amy. You can fuck me now, right here in front of the Principal … or I will file a civil suit against you to get my share of the money from that nude beach video.”

  “Do you think they’d believe you? You forced yourself on me!” said Amy.

  “I’ll tell them it was your fantasy. Do you think they’ll believe a slut like you? The whole town will testify against you!”

  “Don’t do what this ruffian says, Amy! He’s just doing this to get back at me because he was expelled from the high school last week!”

  “That’s right,” said Owen. “I’ve got a bone to pick with you, too, old man. Now shut up and stand there and watch everything.”

  Amy thought about it. She certainly didn’t want to go to court with him, not now, not when she was so close to starting her career. And she certainly didn’t want to give up any of the money she’d made from her video.

  “Hmmm … all right, all right,” she said, finally. “What do you want me to do?”

  “First … I want you to strip. Slowly. Sexily.”

  “I … well, okay, I can do that.” Practically the whole internet had seen her naked, after all, what were a few more people?

  Amy took off her witches hat and put it in the corner as Own turned on another light so that he could see her better.

  Amy shook her golden curls and began to dance, gyrating her hips as she unzipped the tight bustier and let it fall. Her breasts, bound in the black lace push-up bra, were spectacular, and her nipples were visible through the thin lace.

  “Amy! What are you doing! For goodness sake!” cried the Principal.

  “That’s it, Amy. You’re doing very good,” said Own. His cock was pulsing in front of him like a baseball bat.

  Amy turned around and unzipped her skirt and let it fall, dancing on her spike heels, now clad in nothing but black lace bra, tiny thong panties, and her garter belt and spike heels. She turned around to let him see her ass, shaking it at him.

  “Oh my god, Amy!” said the Principal. “Don’t do this?”

  “Why not?” asked Amy. “Why can’t he see my ass? He likes my ass, don’t you, Owen?”

  “I do,” said Own.

  “Everybody does!” said the Principal, and the two men in the skull masks holding his arms also nodded their heads.

  “Do you want to see me take off my bra? Do you want to see my tits?” asked Amy.

  “Oh yeah,” said Owen.

  She squeezed her own tits through the bra, pinching the nipples through the lace between thumb and forefinger. She then turned around and backed towards Owen, shaking her ass, and said, “Unhook it.”

  Owen just laughed and said, “Make the Principal do it.”

  Amy laughed also and backed towards the Principal, and said, “Unhook it, you dirty old man. Unhook it so the whole room can see my tits.”

  The two men with skull masks released his arms, and with shaky hands, the Principal unhooked her bra.

  She moved away from him, spinning around on her high heels, holding the bra in place with her hands over her big tits.

  Then she let it drop, and the four men in the room gasped at her big beautiful breasts, the pink puckered nipples nearly an inch long.

  Amy shook her shoulders and raised her hands over her head, loving the attention and loving the feel of their eyes on her body. This was turning out to be a very interesting Halloween.

  Now only in her panties and garter belt, Amy said, “Sit down, Owen, and I’ll give you a lap dance.”

  “That’s what I like to hear,” said Owen.

  He took a seat and she straddled him, rubbing her thong-covered crotch against his huge condom-covered cock, and thrust her tits into his face, which was still covered with the skull mask. The skull mask had a small mouth hole, and Owen managed to suck one of her nipples with it, and she gasped and threw her head back in pleasure.

  “Oh, I love to have my tits sucked,” said Amy, and moved the other breast to his skull-mouth, his pink tongue darting through the hole in the mask.

  She pulled her tits away, giggling with pleasure, and then bent down and tongued Owen’s nipples as she rubbed her now-soaking wet thong over his hard cock, and Owen reached between her legs and pulled the thong to the side and slipped one finger into her.

  “Amy! This has to stop!” said the Principal. But his voice was weak and she could see the bulge in his pants.

  Amy turned around and rubbed her big round firm ass on Owen’s junk, and he moaned out loud.

  Now Amy was completely turned on. Her pussy was sopping wet and her nipples were as hard as pencil erasers.

  “All right,” she said breathlessly. “I’m ready to get fucked.” She hooked her thumbs into the panties and stripped them gracefully down her long legs and over her spiked heels, then rubbed the wet panties across her tits and tossed them in Owen’s skull-face.

  “Maybe you should fuck her first, Principal,” said Own, stroking the glowing erection in front of himself.

  “Oh my god!” said the Principal. “I don’t … I can’t …”

  “What’s the matter, Principal? Are you shy?” asked Amy. “Don’t you like my pussy anymore?”

  “I like it very much but … Amy, I can’t! Not like this! Not in front of these boys!”

  “Too bad for you,” laughed Amy. “Because I’m sure they can, if you can’t.”

  “I definitely can,” said Own, moving forward and turning down the lights again so his glowing skull and glowing condom were more impressive and scary looking.

  “Right here,” said Amy. “Right on the floor, fuck me from behind, like the little Halloween whore that I am.” She got down on her hands and knees on the floor, pointing her ass at him.

  Owen knelt down behind her and slapped her ass hard with one big hand. Amy yelped.

  “Again!” said Amy. “Spank my ass harder before you fuck me!”

  Amy spanked her as hard as he could, and she arched her back, her tits brushing the ground and her spiked heels digging back into Owen’s legs.

  They both cried out in pleasure as his huge cock entered her hot wet pussy. She thrust back against him as he drove into her.

  “Oh god I love it when you fuck me with your big cock, Owen!” yelled Amy as she worked her ass.

  “I love the way your pussy feels,” said Owen. “Now reach up and feel that clit while I fuck you.”

  She reached back between her legs and began stroking her clit as Owen rammed into her.

  “My mouth is free,” said Amy. “Want to come over here and have me suck you off while Owen fucks me?” Amy asked the Principal.

  “Oh my god! Amy! I couldn’t!”

  “You want to stand there and jack off?”

  “I … oh my god, Amy! Don’t do this to me!”

  “You deserve it, you old asshole,” said Owen.

  “Yeah, you dirty old man. Fucking a young girl, less than half your age!” said Amy.

  One of the other guys in a skull mask came forward and unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock and pulled on one of the glow-in-the dark condoms.

  “Are you ready, Amy?” He moved in front of her, palmin
g his big hardon.

  She recognized the voice. It was Paul, the quarterback of the school football team. Or at least he had been before he’d graduated. She’d fucked him before, and had enjoyed it.

  “Oh yeah, Paul, give me that big cock in my mouth,” said Amy.

  He shut her up by plugging his big cock into her mouth, and she arched her back in pleasure, gulping and gagging on the big dick while Own continued to fuck her hard from behind.