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"So, my precious Olya. You will behave tonight?"
"Mmm-mmh"
"You will make yourself, all your holes available to anyone?"
"Mmm-mmph"
"You will endure any nasty thing they might think of?"
"Mmm-mm"
"If you don't do it well enough you will take any punishment they desire?"
"Mmm-mmp"
"You are such a whore, Olya."
"Mmm-mmmph!"
Office Girl
Such a sweet face.
Knew I'd be taking a chance taking her to lunch.
She didn't seem suspicious when I offered wine. She gave me kind of a conspiratorial look. Sneaking a bit of wine. Her parents wouldn't approve.
She didn't seem to mind us not taking the direct route back to the office.
There's a park you see, kind of quiet like. There's a little pond there with ducks and such, and wouldn't she like to see?
Sweet and bright-eyed she was, smiling and nodding.
No one else was about. I stood a little closer than I should. She was such a shapely young lass.
If it were to happen, it had to be now. I couldn't stay all day away from the office.
I knew she needed the job, and it were up to me her keeping it. So I knew she wouldn't tell.
I began working at my fly. She saw what I was doing. Didn't faze her at all. Shy like, her hand went to it as I pulled it out. Could have blowed me over with feather as her small delicate fingers played at it curious like. Nearly lost my load right there.
Damn me if she didn't look up at me, smile and said, "It's pretty here", and slip down to her knees and place a soft little kiss on my cock.
Stunned I looked round to be double sure no one was about and then watched that sweet innocent face work some amazing magic on me.
"I'm really grateful for the job sir".
She then took me deep into her hot mouth.
"Is that why you're..."
"No sir! That would make me a whore. And whore I'm not. You had a need Sir. I wanted to help. You helped me. Besides, and keep this our secret, I enjoy it Sir".
She went to it again . I wasn't going to be able to hold much longer.
"Am I doing it right. sir?"
"Yes lass you're doing j....". It was all too much. I groaned as what felt a huge spurt launched into her mouth.
She seemed surprised and pulled back two more spurts lashed at her face. She actually giggled at this, seemed even pleased. She looked up at me with a broad grin, my sperm stringing at her lips.
"Oh my, sir. It's so much". She took a hand to her chin to catch what dripped there.
"Oh, lass I'm sorry. I should have said.... It's just been a long time between and long time since I been...handled... so well'.
"So I pleased you, sir?'
"Darling girl. Of course. What do you think? Just look at you.....Oh my, we can't have you going back to office looking like that".
"Don't worry sir. Do you have a handkerchief?" I handed her one from my pocket. "Thanks. Ooh, if my dad could see me now..."
Oh god, her dad. I'd be seeing him later today. Won't that be strange. Talking to the man seeing in my mind the man's daughter with my spunk on her face and hair.
She rose up the wet hanky in her hand. "Can I keep this?"
"I...uh...sure you can lass. Sure you can".
"I want to remember today".
God what a sweet lass she was.
Jennifer had resisted at first when her friends insisted she join them for a harvest festival on a farm.
Not wanting to be a downer, she agreed.
It might be fun.
It was a beautiful day. There was quite a crowd as there were several events.
It was heartwarming to see the children run about to different games as well as interact with various animals.
Very soon, though, Jennifer noticed one man in particular eyeing her.
He was a parody of the stereotypical hayseed. Straw hat, overalls, weathered leathery skin, and whittling on a stick.
But he didn't have the cheerful look of an actor playing a part for the festival. His look was stone cold creepy.
Jennifer tried not to look closely at him, but she could almost swear he licked his lips.
Most of the events had a line, and Jennifer was about to join her friends on one when the man stepped into the line just in front of her.
Well, there was no way she was going to stand in line with him. Jennifer moved off to another area of the festival.
But there he was again. He was definitely following her.
Jennifer went to yet another area. There he was again.
Jennifer has lost all sight of her friends.
In desperation, she ducks into a maze made of hay bales.
She makes a quick few turns, hoping to throw him off her trail.
But she hears whistling and the scrape of a knife on a stick coming closer.
A few more quick turns. But still, the whistling and scraping follow.
She begins to run. She has lost all hope of remembering how to get back out.
The hay bales are too thick and heavy to move or squeeze through. There are various displays with harvest themes, but nothing big enough to hide behind.
Still, the whistling and scraping hounds her.
Frantic, she runs again until she passes what seems to be a pumpkin patch nestled into a dead-end of the maze.
Pumpkins cover the walls held up on little ledges that reach up above head height. The vines trail down and around the pumpkins, making a jungle of sorts.
Sure that she only has seconds to spare. Jennifer gingerly makes her way into the jungle, careful not to trample, bend, or break any vines so as not to give away her position.
The whistling stops but not the scrape, scrape, and scrape of the knife.
"I see ya found mah pumkin patch."
Jennifer freezes, doesn't even breathe.
"They're real beauts, ain't they?"
Jennifer, still holding her breath, prays he will move on.
"Ya know I could tell right off you was a slut. The way you let those big tits of yours flop about. And the way you looked at the peckers on the bulls and the stallions."
Jennifer was flabbergasted. She opened her mouth wide but stopped herself from responding. She assumes he is just trying to get a reaction out of her to give herself away.
"Pretty soon, they will know you are too."
What?!? thinks Jennifer.
"Them there are magic pumkins."
Oh great, thinks Jennifer. Not only is this asshole scary, but he's scary AND crazy.
"I can't say as they actually smell it, but they know when there is hot pussy about."
A breeze seemed to move through the vines making them rustle and flutter.
Jennifer tried to take the opportunity to reach for her phone but found the vines were thicker than she thought.
"Yep. Ya see that? How they move. Yep. Once they get a scent of pussy they like come to life. Magic pumkins! Course this here "special formula" spray helps too."
The man flips a switch, and a fine mist descends from sprayer heads above.
Assuming it was water-based, Jennifer expected it to bead and trickle off her skin.
But it clung. Like oil. It left a slick sheen on her bare skin.
The vines seem to have been awakened by the mixture and grew faster. Jennifer could see the vines approaching her.
Incredible! Vines don't grow that fast!
Jennifer could see through the vines that the man had dropped the upper portion of his overalls and pulled out his cock. It was hard and huge.
"Damn, it makes horny thinkin' of you all twisted up in there."
Maybe he was right about me being a slut, thought Jennifer. Because she couldn't take her eyes off of his cock.
There seemed to be another breeze come through, and the vines seemed to close in more.
"Un-huh, I guess you can see my pecker. They know your pussy just got hotter. They're movin' good now."
They were indeed moving fast. Jennifer could feel the green tendrils pushing up the legs of her jeans, up the sleeves of her blouse, and even between her skin and her bra.
She tries to pull free, but they have already coiled tightly around her ankles and wrists.
As they travel up her body, the leaves, like lapping little tongues, leave her skin slick with the oily "special formula."
After passing up through her clothes, the tendrils coil around her wrists tighter and tighter, making the vines under her clothes go taut.
You would think the vines would snap. But they don't. It is the materials of Jennifer's clothing that fail. They slice through denim, cotton, and silk. They cut Jennifer's clothes into two halves, rather like the cut-outs used for paper dolls.
Jennifer was now naked.
More and more, the leaves licked and covered her oiled skin.
"I heard that," says the man. "They got you now!"
Jennifer sees that the man is now naked. He no longer looks like a bumpkin. He looks like... the devil.
His leathery face has taken on an orange tint. It looks misshapened... like... like... a .....
Jennifer looks around at the pumpkins.
To her horror, she sees they have faces.
Burning holes with eyeballs that seem to swim in fire. Wart-like growths for noses. Horrendous leering grins with black tongues snaking out of fire.
"Those ain't no candles lightin' up those Jack-O-Lanterns. They're alive. That fire is the hell-hot fire of LUST!
Jennifer looks back at the man and nearly faints.
His head has morphed into a Jack-O-Lantern identical to the others.
She looks down at his cock. It is just as long and just as thick, but it now has the deep corrugated ridges of a pumpkin stem. When the man strokes it, little puffs of smoke erupt from the slit at its tip.
The Jack-O-Lanterns seem to have bodies, but they are entirely encased in the green foliage.
As is Jennifer. Her breasts are still exposed but tightly bound. Her pussy and her other hole are not blocked but the rest of her skin feels the slick licking of the leaves. It is so sensuous that she can barely focus.
Three of the - men? - stand behind her on the ledges where their - heads? - had once rested. They too had large twisted stem-like cocks. They nudged at Jennifer's cheek on each side. The third had a grotesque stemcock that curved down. He would periodically pull her head back and graze her lips with it.
She felt another stemcock exploring along the crack of her ass.
Then, two more began to slap at her tits striking her painfully hard nipples.
They all seemed to be holding back.
As much as she was beginning to want to rub back, she couldn't. The vines that bound her were too tight.
Then she looked back at the man. He now wore a crown, jauntily at a tilt.
He was obviously the leader, and that is why the others waited.
As he moved closer, his raging stemcock pressed into the folds of her pussy. It was burning hot, but Jennifer did not cry out, so entranced was she by his eyes.
"Happy Halloween, Slut. Welcome to Hell."
He then stabbed his stemcock deep inside her.
Jennifer felt engulfed by flame and lust.
Soon, the other stemcocks began to jab into her mouth, the three twisting her head about to take their turn.
From behind, the other stemcock found its rhythm in her ass.
Jennifer was on fire. The orgasms came hard and fast. Relentless. Her mind was gone, and her body lost in pleasure. All she saw was Jack-O-Lanterns floating in a sea of fire coming and going, taking their turn with her. How many were there?
Jennifer didn't care.
The man was right.
She is a slut.
Happy Halloween
Lily knew how much Sarah wanted her.
The woman was so obvious! But it was sweet. Maybe she was worried because Lily was so much younger.
But Lily had a devil in her and wanted to torture Sarah a little.
She was staying at Sarah's.
She could have worn a robe or been more careful with her towel when she came out of the shower .
She didn't need to buy any clothes but to watch Sarah watch her as she stripped down in the dressing room stooping and bending in the small space. It was impossible not to brush against her "accidentally."
The look on her face was priceless.
Sarah would never make the first move.
Lily loved that kind of power.
She just had to decide the right time to let Sarah have what she craved.
Her cheek burns where his blow landed
Her brain burns in anger
Her face burns in shame at how quickly the flame of anger sputters out
Burning moves down her body and up the valley of her thighs
Reaches her center
Explodes
Consumes all that is left of Her
It is now cleared
Fertile
Ready to be worked and used
The cuts are not deep.
But they will bleed well
The blood will coat your luminous skin.
I will give you a taste
I will smile at your hunger as your lips and tongue work to savor each drop
My hands will cover all of you with your warm, sticky life essence
You will feel your hair stiffen as I run my hands through it
Though the cuts are slight, they are many
There is so much blood
You weaken from its loss
This is when I will take you
When your mind is least able to resist the pleasure
It is delicious bliss as you hover between life and death
The more your heart races, the faster the blood flows
You feel the suck suck suck of our wet skins as I thrust in you
With your mind in a state that no drug could create, you twist and push on me desperate to find the ultimate pleasure before unconsciousness.....or death... overtakes you
