Halloween is my favorite time of the year. The leaves change, I can eat all the candy I want, and there's a ton of horror movies on tv. Those are my favorite. I'm pretty sure I've masturbated to every slasher movie I could think of, especially the Scream franchise. Ever since I hit puberty, for some reason horror movies in general have always turned me on. I remember when I was sixteen and went through my first haunted house in my neighborhood with my then boyfriend. Every time one of the actors jumped out at us, everything between my legs tingled. My panties were basically soaked. I didn't understand why, but I also didn't mind the feelings running through me. The final push for me was when ghostface showed up at the end for the final scare. I'm pretty sure that was my first real orgasm.
Even after we were through with the haunted house, I still wanted more. I took my boyfriend behind the house, slid my panties off, and hopped onto the porch railing. We made out for a few minutes before I made him go down on me right there. He wasn't bad at it, but he couldn't quite get me all the way there. It wasn't until I opened my eyes and realized that the ghostface from the haunted house was silently watching us from one of the windows. I kept eye contact with him while he watched and traced his knife down his chest. When I finally came, my eyes rolled back and I bounced on my boyfriends face a couple times before he pulled away. Ghostface disappeared from the window as my boyfriend got to his feet. I hopped off and went to see where he went, my boyfriend trailing behind me confused. I went around to the front and saw several people dressed up like ghostface. There was no way of knowing which one was mine. When my boyfriend asked me what was wrong, I only had one thing to say:
"we need to break up".
But that was years ago. Now that I'm in my twenties things are much different now, although my particular kinks remain the same. The porn I watch is horror related, my wet dreams always have some type of thrill to them, and every Halloween I go out to a party with my girlfriends and hook up with someone wearing the mask. My friends don't know about that side of me, they probably wouldn't get it anyway even if I did tell them.
I'm getting ready to go out again tonight to another Halloween party at my friend Shane's house with my friend Claire. This year I decided to just go slutty with my costume. Tight corset, fishnets with tiny tight shorts, and my knee high boots were the majority of the outfit. Black everything, all the way down to my bra. No panties will be needed tonight if I'm lucky. I hear Claire pull up and honk her horn. I text her that I'm doing my make up and I'll be a few minutes and to just come inside. When she does, I look at her costume. She's dressed as a sexy devil, complete with red high booty shorts, a red push up bra, and a glittery pitch fork.
"You like?", she asks me giggling uncontrollably. I nod, "very you". She shook her blonde hair around, "I hope Shane likes it", she said, "I plan on riding him all the way to heaven and back later tonight". "Probably won't be worth it", I tell her. "I'm going to anyway", she said, "I just need to get off. I don't really care if he does or not". I laugh as I finish my eye shadow, "then let's get going. Wouldn't wanna be late for crappy drunken sex". As I turned to lock my front door to lock it my phone buzzed. I checked it and saw it was a text from an unknown number. 'YOU LOOK SO SEXY TONIGHT' was all it said. I started looking around but saw no one except me and Claire outside. She noticed I was looking around and asked if I was okay. "Yeah, its probably just a random Halloween prank".
By the time we made it to the party, it was in full swing. At least seventy people had actually shown up. Everyone was drinking, dancing, and having a pretty good time. I even saw a few couples going upstairs for a little alone time. Me and Claire were still pretty sober for the most part, considering we had to drive ourselves home later. We danced with different guys all night, not really thinking about if we would take them home or not. We even grinded on each other just to see what they'd do, and it was more then appreciated by all the cat calls we got. It got even louder when she started spanking me with her pitch fork. Not gonna lie, it kinda turned me on. I stood back up and turned to her and leaned in to talk to her. "Let's get these guys good", I tell her as I wrap my arms around her and caress her ass with both my hands, pulling her hips against mine. "Kiss me like you mean it", I tell her. She didn't even hesitate. Claire's lips were so soft against mine, smearing her red lipstick all over my lips. I slipped her some tounge and she responded with the same, starting to pull my hair a little bit. I pulled away when I felt my phone buzz again. "That was so hot!", she squealed as a couple of guys loudly praised us from behind. I smiled and checked my phone. It was the same unknown number from hours ago, with a new message. 'IF YOU WANT HER, I CAN GET INTO THAT. BUT I GET TO WATCH'.
I started looking around again. It had to be someone here at the party. I decided to text the number back. 'WHO IS THIS' I send. I scan the room to see who answers their phone and don't see anything suspicious. I made my way off the dancefloor and leaned against the wall. 'I'M WHAT YOU'VE BEEN CRAVING' the message said. My phone went off again. 'IF YOU'RE SOOOO INTERESTED, MEET ME OUTSIDE ON THE BACK PORCH. YOU WON'T REGRET IT'. I thought about it for a few minutes. Obviously if this person has my number, I gave it to them. So it has to be someone I know, so what's the worst that could happen?
I walked outside into the chilly air, goosebumps peppering my skin as I made my way around to the back of the house. I walked onto the porch and leaned on the railing, watching people smoke and drink in the yard. I pull out my phone and text the number back. 'I'M OUT HERE WAITING....OR ARE YOU WAITING FOR AN INVITATION?' and sent it. I felt a little sassy when I sent it, almost like I was daring them to come out. I heard a buzz behind me a few seconds after I did. They're here, I just didn't see them yet.
I turned around and didn't see anyone. "Hello?", I say. I heard the wood of the porch creak and turned towards the opposite corner on the porch. And there they were. I watched as a person in a full ghostface costume came around the corner, waving a knife at me. "Oh", I said laughing, "I see. You really had me for a second. I thought you might actually be a threat". As I was speaking, they kept getting closer and closer to me. I backed up against the railing as they got right up to me, almost chest to chest. My breathing started to get quicker, chills running through every inch of my body. "I'm gonna go back to the party, you can do what you want", I tell them. I put my hands on their shoulders to move them, but they grabbed me by my thighs and lifted me onto the railing, pinning me against them and making me jump and cling my arms around their neck and legs around their waist. My whole body tensed more when I realized it was a man under the mask, his hard cock rubbing through his costume and against my shorts.
"Wow, you don't mess around, do you?", I tell him. "No", his low voice said, "I don't". At that point I felt his knife gently pointing into my back, and it oddly was doing something for me. I tried to lean away but he just rubbed his face into my barely covered chest. His mask was cold, but I was getting hot. I heard his breathing starting to get heavy under the mask as he started to feel me up. I was so nervous, yet I couldn't help but also be so turned on by this total stranger that literally had me in the palm of his hands. I gripped my legs harder around him, pulling his dick even closer to the slit between my legs.
"Are you getting wet baby?", he asked. I moved my hands to where I thought his zipper mine be, ready to fuck right there on the porch against the railing. Out of nowhere he put me down but kept me against the railing. I was a little disappointed until he put my hands on the railing and started to slowly rub my clit through my shorts. I was the horniest I'd been in weeks and he wouldn't let me touch him. Every time I tried to he'd stop and put my hands back on the railing, keeping the knife close to my throat. It was like a sick game, but I was so happy to play with him.
He stopped touching me and ran the knife gently down my neck and stopped it in the center of my chest, making me quiver all over. I stayed still, not knowing what to expect next. He tilted his head to the side, looking me up and down. "You're gonna be my good girl tonight", he said, "and do exactly as I say". I closed my legs together tight, "yeah, I don't think so, you damn tease. Getting me hot and bothered then not committing to actually fucking my brains out? What the fuck is wrong with you?". I went to walk away, completely frustrated, but he pressed himself against me again to prevent me from leaving. I yelped a little bit as he pinned my hands to the railing again with his gloved hands, used his thick boots to push my feet and legs apart again, his thick cock once again rubbing hard against me. I heard him smelling my neck, and I couldn't help but wish he was licking my neck. I started to rub myself against him, masturbating myself against him. It felt so good, I started moaning. He gripped my hands and made me stop. "Come on Mr. Ghostface", I say in my best persuasive voice, "I wanna cum so bad". He slid one of his hands over my chest, caressing my tits before placing it right on my neck, squeezing just enough to make his point, his cold with face starring into my eyes. "Don't worry, you will", he said, "but you're gonna work for this", and placed one of my hands on his cock. It was so hard and thick. I imagined what it would be like to have him having his way with me. Completely letting him destroy my pussy like a madman. I wanted him to do everything to me and more.
I decided to play his game, let myself fall into the role of the helpless victim. I inhaled deeply, my boobs almost popping completely out of my corset. "I'll do whatever you want, Mr. Ghostface. Just don't kill me", I tell him, turning my head to the side. He leaned in close to my ear and groaned. "Like I said, you're going to be my good girl, like you've always wanted to be. And if you're a really good girl, you'll get my nice big cock to ride on tonight. But first, you're gonna do some things for me, and you're gonna do them with a smile on your face. And if you're a bad girl", he said as his grip tightened, "you'll be punished". I took his other hand and made him caress my tit before taking his glove off and slipping his middle finger into my mouth. I slowly moved it in and out of my lips, sucking on it , like a good girl would.
He pulled his hand away from my face, taking my chin into it. "There's my good girl", he said. I smiled at him, knowing this would be fun. "I'm gonna take myself upstairs now. I'll text you your instructions in a few minutes. Wait here for five minutes, then go back to the party. I know you won't disappoint me", he said. And he just walked away, leaving me there. I couldn't believe it. This complete stranger had such a hold on me and somehow I didn't mind. I didn't have to think, just listen and enjoy the rewards to come. I checked my phone, five minutes had passed. I made my way back inside, silently excited at what would happen next.
I walked around the party in search of something to drink. All that foreplay made me thirsty, for water and for a thick cock in my mouth. I was digging through a cooler for a bottle of water when Claire ran up behind me and grabbed my ass. "Hey there sexy! Where'd you go? I missed you!", she said. I smiled at her, "I've been around. What about you?". She could hardly contain herself with glee. "I totally just sucked off the guy dressed like a cop!", she said. "Dude, are you fucking serious? He has a girlfriend. They came here together!", I tell her. "Yeah, well, tonight he came with me. So yeah", she giggled. I was laughing with her when I felt my phone buzz. 'Time for my good girl act', I thought to myself. I checked the text and was slightly insulted. 'SHE'S FUCKIN HOT', was all it said. I texted him back, 'BUT NOT LIKE ME RIGHT?'. He texted back right away, 'I'LL TELL YOU WHAT. I WON'T TOUCH HER IF YOU DON'T WANT ME TO...'. I got the feeling that there was more. I waited, and was proven right. His next text was very clear on what he wanted. 'BUT I WANT YOU TO TOUCH HER WHILE I WATCH. TAKE HER UP TO THE MASTER BEDROOM AND BE A GOOD GIRL AND MAKE HER CUM'. I looked around, didn't see him anywhere. There's no way he was serious, right? I wanted the fuck, but not her. I tried to come up with an excuse. 'SHE'S NOT INTO GIRLS. WHAT IF SHE DOESN'T WANT TO?'. I waited, watching her flirt with a couple guys by the makeshift bar. I guess in a purely objective way, Claire was extremely hot. With her big tits and long blonde hair, I can see why any man would want her. Or any girl. I guess if I were to loose my lesbian virginity, who else would I wanna do it with?
His text came through with zero room for interpretation: 'COME UPSTAIRS AND EAT YOUR GIRLFRIENDS PUSSY...LIKE A GOOD GIRL'.
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