Fantasy - The Anthology 2
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Chelsie Hance
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An Anthology of erotic stories to feed your dirty fantasies. Various scenarios played out over the course of a chapter, all culminating in a spine tingling, toe curling kind of way. Not for the faint of heart, but definitely one for the smut lovers who don't want to read a full book.
The Halloween Mix-Up (Part 1)
Halloween was approaching, which meant the biggest party of the year. For some reason, my town absolutely loved Halloween. People would be buzzing for weeks beforehand, picking out their costumes and deciding who they wanted to be.
I was no different. I loved all things scary, horror films in particular.
So when my boyfriend Joe turned to me and asked what I had planned this year, I already knew exactly what I was going to say. “Sydney Prescott.” I smiled.
“Who’s Sydney Prescott?” He furrowed his brow at me.
“Scream? I’ve made you watch that movie with me like a hundred times?”
“Oh yeah, the hot brunette?”
“Yeah, and I was wondering if you’d want to go as Ghostface?”
“I mean, as far as costumes go, it’s not a terrible idea. Serial killer sounds pretty cool. But I’m not wearing the dress.”
“He doesn’t wear a dress. It’s a cloak.”
“Same diff.”
“What if you just wear the mask? Just wear black clothes?” I offered, really wanting him to say yes.
“Yeah, all right. Let’s do this.”
I was so excited when the day finally came around. I went all out with my outfit, even buying a wig to truly take on the persona of my favorite character. I walked over to Joe’s house with a skip in my step, ringing the doorbell when I arrived. There was no answer.
I rang it again. Still nothing.
I pressed my hand to the window, trying to look inside, when suddenly two hands grabbed me from behind. “What’s your favorite scary movie?” Joe asked as my heart almost beat out of my chest.
“Fucking hell, Joe!” I turned, smacking him in the arm for giving me such a fright.
“You should have seen your face.” He laughed.
“Yeah, yeah. You’re hilarious. Now let’s go.”
The party wasn’t far from his house, so we walked on foot just so we could drink and enjoy ourselves without having to worry about getting a car back to his place. Before we could even see the house, you could hear it: music blaring down the streets and multicolored lights pouring into the sky.
“This is gonna be so good. I’m so ready for this.” Joe pulled his Ghostface mask into place.
I bit my bottom lip as I looked at him, finding the mask unbelievably hot. I moved closer, running my hand down his chest. “You think you can keep this on later? I’m kind of getting wet just looking at you.”
“Seriously?” he asked through the mask.
“Yeah. It’s kind of perfect. I’m dressed as Sydney. It’ll be fun.” I groped his cock through his clothing.
“I’ve never seen you like this, Elle. I’m all in.”
I leaned up and gave the mask a kiss before dragging him into the party. We drank, we danced, and we had fun. The night was great but, sadly, coming to an end as people started to leave.
“I’m just going to go to the bathroom before we head out,” he told me before disappearing out the door.
In my drunken state, I continued to dance to the music. There were still a handful of people dancing, and I wanted to make the most of my night before it came to an end. That’s when I felt hands land on my waist. I looked over my shoulder to find Joe pressing his chest to my back.
“That was quick,” I told him, pressing my ass into his cock as I continued to dance.
But he didn’t respond. His hold just got firmer on my body.
I chuckled. “Easy, Ghostface. You’ll leave a bruise.”
But he did it again, gripping me harder as he pulled my backside firmly into his hard cock. “Oh, a little excited, are we? I guess someone doesn’t want to wait until we get home?”
He shook his head, causing a mischievous smile to spread across my face. “I’m sure we can find an empty room upstairs if we’re quick?” I offered.
He didn’t say anything as he turned, pulling me from the room and up the stairs. I followed him as he led the way, feeling a little naughty and giddy at the thought of fucking my boyfriend in some random bedroom.
The first door he pushed open was empty, with a large double bed sitting in the middle of the room. I went to move toward it when a hand landed on my wrist, pulling me back. A flash of confusion settled on my face before his hands moved to my shoulders, pushing me to the floor.
“Oh, you want me to get on my knees?” I asked, finally registering what he wanted.
He nodded his head.
“You want me to suck your cock? You want to feel my warm mouth wrapped around you?” I asked him playfully, feeling heat pool between my legs.
He just nodded his head again.
I dropped to my knees with his hands still on my shoulders. He moved one of his hands away from me, toward the zipper on his jeans, pulling it down as he freed his hard cock and thrust it into my face.
“You want me to suck it?” I teased him, grasping the base of his length in my hand.
He nodded his head again.
The whole silence thing was kind of turning me on. It made it easier for me to imagine he was one of the serial killers from my movie rather than my boyfriend.
Without any more teasing or delay, I moved my mouth toward him, flicking my tongue over the tip of his cock. His body shivered as I did it, encouraging me to do it again and again.
But I needed more. I wanted to feel his whole length inside my mouth, and I also wanted him to bend me over and fuck me on that bed before the party came to a complete stop.
As my tongue glided down the length of his cock, his hand moved to my hair, gripping me harshly.
I felt the prickle on my scalp as he pulled a fistful of my hair, rushing the rest of his cock into my mouth and down my throat. The first thrust caught me off guard, causing my hands to shoot up to his thigh, slowing his movement.
I gagged on him as he reached my throat, pulling my head away from him.
But when he next pulled on my hair, I was ready for him, taking him farther into my mouth than before. He continued to do this, pushing himself farther and farther into my throat with every thrust.
When he started to hit the back of my throat, his movements became faster and harsher, fucking my mouth like he’d never done before.
My eyes started to water, and spit started to pool onto my chin, unable to stop him from using my mouth like some sort of human fleshlight.
It wasn’t until his body started to stiffen that he pulled away, so close to cumming in my mouth. He took a step back, just looking at me kneeling on the floor as I wiped the spit from my chin.
“Are you going to fuck me now, Mr. Ghostface?”
He nodded.
“You want me on the bed?”
He shook his head.
“Then where?” I asked, tilting my head to the side.
When he lunged for me, I giggled. His hands landed on me as he rolled me onto my knees, pushing me onto all fours. He then pushed my skirt up onto my back before ripping my underwear clean from my body.
I watched him over my shoulder as he admired my core, exposed and wet, ready for him to take.
“Fuck me,” I told him over my shoulder, wiggling my ass for him.
He moved forward, gripping my hips in his hands as he lined himself up to my entrance, teasing me. He traced his length around the outside of my hole to begin with, collecting my arousal before pushing himself into me at a slow and steady pace.
It was as if he was trying to take his time, like he wasn’t in a rush for it to be over.
My eyes almost rolled into the back of my head as he pushed all of himself inside me, reaching depths I was sure he’d never reached before.
“God, you feel so good,” I growled.
He slid out of me just as slowly as he entered, only getting a little faster with each thrust.
“God…just fuck me,” I told him, causing something inside him to switch.
His speed picked up as he rocked his hips back and forth, slamming into me over and over again.
“Yeah, like that,” I told him, feeling him hit the spot I was so desperate for him to reach.
His fingers dug into my clothing as he pulled me back onto his cock with every thrust, making my breasts bounce even though they were confined in my shirt.
That was until he leaned forward, ripping my shirt open, popping the buttons clean off the material. But I was too close to cumming to care. I would have let him do just about anything to me in that moment as my stomach tightened and my toes started to curl inside my boots.
