Pussy Eating in a Haunted House – Halloween Style!
Pussy eating has always been my forte, as you all know (giving and receiving). Well, this weekend I went to a haunted house, but not looking to give out some red wings. Normally I take dates to places like that, but this time was different. I went dressed to kill as a sexy firefighter. I had on a tight, short, red skirt. Covering my oh so perky tits was a yellow sports bra. Over my outfit, I wore a real fighters’ jacket one of my exes gave me. Thigh high boots covered my feet and had a high, spiked heel.
The haunted house was a huge mansion that used to be a celebrity’s. There were lots of people there, but I hung back. It’s much scarier when you’re by yourself. Maybe that wasn’t the best idea, but you know what a naughty girl I am so maybe it was.
As I walked through the mansion I started hearing noises. Every time I turned around there was nobody there. I’d started thinking it would have been the noises from the house, but slowly they sounded closer and closer. I heard something directly behind me, but before I could turn around a blade was pressed to my throat. I jumped then smiled. This house pulled out all the stops!
I struggled, but the arm around me didn’t budge. Glaring, the dominant side of me kicked in. Lifting my foot I drove the heel of my boot onto his foot. He cried out and let me go. Grabbing the knife out of his hand I spun him around and put it against his neck.
I whispered in his ear low and sensual. “Move and you’ll regret it.”
Again I spun him around and pushed him up against the wall, the blade at his throat. Then I pressed my lips against his, feeling my lips swell and my desire drip onto my panties.
“On your fucking knees,” I ordered. Once he kneeled in front of me I lifted up my skirt and pulled my thong aside. Getting the idea he leaned forward and began the task of licking my hard clit. He shoved his tongue deep inside my tight hole, devouring all of my sweet juices.
“That’s my good cum dumpster.” I moaned as my new pussy eating bitch sucked on my mound, tilting my head forward letting my hair fall over my face. I used one hand to grip the back of his head and the other to softly run the blade against his cheek.
This stranger tried to have his way with me and make me his submissive little bitch. Well, little did he know I was a switch.
