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Sex in a haunted house

Sex in a haunted house

Sex in a haunted house - did it really happen? I was in college and was looking for a job at the State Fair of Texas. As luck would have it, the haunted house was hiring. All I had to do to get the job was to agree to show up. I was assigned to work a station - a dark corner of the haunted house - where all I had to do was to stand there and simply scare patrons as they passed by my station.

Patrons could barely see me and most thought I was a simple manikin. Several times, I had things actually tossed at me. Luckily, the iron bars of the cage protected me. From larger objects and the occasional effort to grab me. I had a pair of night vision goggles, so I could see patrons as they approached.

Texas-OU weekend was a great weekend, because a lot of patrons came through drunk. I loved the drunk college girls, because they usually screamed the loudest.

As the afternoon wore on, I got bold and found a way, by squatting down, to reach through the bars and grab the ankles of passing patrons. Almost always, this elicited quite a fright and a little cursing. I also managed to grab my fair share of ass, and almost always, the guy behind the girl got the worst of things if the girl objected. The owner of the haunted house was more than pleased at the growing number of patrons and even noted that there were repeat patrons, something he liked to see.

Then, it rained, like it always does every October. It was a Tuesday and no one was coming through the house. I was working my corner, when I saw a group of three college-aged girls making their way through the house.

All were wearing the shortest of cut-off shorts. I did my usual ankle grab on the first girl and all three girls screamed. One of the girls, grabbed the bars and peered into the darkness of my corner. Are you afraid to come out of your corner? The girls hurried off around the corner, laughing as they made their way through the rest of the house. The only way into my cage was by climbing into it. There was a pile of wooden boxes in the passageway and they were my entry assistants.

I turned on my safety flashlight. She pushed me up against the back wall and grabbed at my manhood. I swatted at her hand and started to protest, but she put a lone finger over my lips and told me to be quiet. She quickly dropped to her knees as she unzipped my blue jeans. Within seconds, she had my wanger out, and was sucking on it.

I turned on the safety flashlight. She knocked the safety light from my hand and it spiraled, still on, across the floor and into the empty cage next to us. It provided just enough light for me to see that she was really, really cute. She looked up at me. She stuffed my stiff cock into her mouth and worked it back and forth. She swallowed just about every drop. Then she stood up and pressed her lips to mine. She took my hand and slipped it inside of her unzipped shorts. Her panties were soaked.

She slipped her cut-off shorts off and then stripped out of her panties. She wadded her panties up and silently put them in my hand. Then, as quick as she had come into the cage, she climbed out.

Most of the patrons were well behaved. There were a few with behavioral issues. It was a rainy Tuesday when a college aged girl jumped into my cage. Before I could do or say anything, she was all over me and had my pants unzipped and was going to town on my wanger. She was cute, real cute and about twenty something, with long brown hair.

As quick as she appeared, she disappeared, telling me to make sure I had a condom for her return. I made sure I had a condom and anxiously waited for her return the next day. She never came back. I hoped for her return the next day and still nothing.

Around eight that evening, the owner of the haunted house announced we would be closing at nine. I waited in the darkened corner of the house. I was bored and I was more than ready to go home. It had been a good run and I had managed to scare quite a few folks and get paid for doing so. The suddenly, I felt a rush of wind in my cage, as she jumped in beside me. She grabbed my cock though my jeans.

I grabbed my safety flashlight and turned it on. Like before, she slapped at my hand. I took the condom out and handed it to her. I want to feel you inside of me with no barriers! We stood and kissed, for quite a few minutes, as she fondled Mr. She knelt and took Mr. Peter into her mouth, working him over, paying special attention to his desires.

Then she sat back on the only chair I had in the room and spread her legs. I grabbed my cell phone and shot a quick photo, even though she protested afterwards and threatened to expose me should I ever show the photo to anyone.

Two patrons wandered past us as we fucked, totally unaware of what was transpiring only a hand's reach from them. I filled her pussy as she shook and trembled. I dumped about a gallon of cum inside of her. Then, as quick as we had stared, it was over. She quickly dressed and climbed out of my cage, disappearing into the vast expanse of darkness in the haunted house. I wandered out into the back room for our final pay. I looked at the payment and stuffed into the envelope was an extra one hundred dollar bill.

I looked at her and she put a lone finger over her pursed lips. I have often wanted to go back to the Fair each year, to hunt her down. She and her husband never reappeared again, leaving me with a great photo, great memories and wondering, did this really happen? This story is protected by International Copyright Law, by the author, all rights reserved. If found posted anywhere other than Lushstories. To link to this sex story from your site - please use the following code:

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Sex in a haunted house

Sex in a haunted house - did it really happen? I was in college and was looking for a job at the State Fair of Texas. As luck would have it, the haunted house was hiring. All I had to do to get the job was to agree to show up. I was assigned to work a station - a dark corner of the haunted house - where all I had to do was to stand there and simply scare patrons as they passed by my station.

Patrons could barely see me and most thought I was a simple manikin. Several times, I had things actually tossed at me. Luckily, the iron bars of the cage protected me. From larger objects and the occasional effort to grab me.

I had a pair of night vision goggles, so I could see patrons as they approached. Texas-OU weekend was a great weekend, because a lot of patrons came through drunk. I loved the drunk college girls, because they usually screamed the loudest. As the afternoon wore on, I got bold and found a way, by squatting down, to reach through the bars and grab the ankles of passing patrons.

Almost always, this elicited quite a fright and a little cursing. I also managed to grab my fair share of ass, and almost always, the guy behind the girl got the worst of things if the girl objected. The owner of the haunted house was more than pleased at the growing number of patrons and even noted that there were repeat patrons, something he liked to see. Then, it rained, like it always does every October. It was a Tuesday and no one was coming through the house.

I was working my corner, when I saw a group of three college-aged girls making their way through the house. All were wearing the shortest of cut-off shorts. I did my usual ankle grab on the first girl and all three girls screamed.

One of the girls, grabbed the bars and peered into the darkness of my corner. Are you afraid to come out of your corner? The girls hurried off around the corner, laughing as they made their way through the rest of the house. The only way into my cage was by climbing into it. There was a pile of wooden boxes in the passageway and they were my entry assistants.

I turned on my safety flashlight. She pushed me up against the back wall and grabbed at my manhood. I swatted at her hand and started to protest, but she put a lone finger over my lips and told me to be quiet.

She quickly dropped to her knees as she unzipped my blue jeans. Within seconds, she had my wanger out, and was sucking on it. I turned on the safety flashlight. She knocked the safety light from my hand and it spiraled, still on, across the floor and into the empty cage next to us.

It provided just enough light for me to see that she was really, really cute. She looked up at me. She stuffed my stiff cock into her mouth and worked it back and forth. She swallowed just about every drop.

Then she stood up and pressed her lips to mine. She took my hand and slipped it inside of her unzipped shorts. Her panties were soaked. She slipped her cut-off shorts off and then stripped out of her panties. She wadded her panties up and silently put them in my hand. Then, as quick as she had come into the cage, she climbed out.

Most of the patrons were well behaved. There were a few with behavioral issues. It was a rainy Tuesday when a college aged girl jumped into my cage. Before I could do or say anything, she was all over me and had my pants unzipped and was going to town on my wanger.

She was cute, real cute and about twenty something, with long brown hair. As quick as she appeared, she disappeared, telling me to make sure I had a condom for her return.

I made sure I had a condom and anxiously waited for her return the next day. She never came back. I hoped for her return the next day and still nothing. Around eight that evening, the owner of the haunted house announced we would be closing at nine.

I waited in the darkened corner of the house. I was bored and I was more than ready to go home. It had been a good run and I had managed to scare quite a few folks and get paid for doing so.

The suddenly, I felt a rush of wind in my cage, as she jumped in beside me. She grabbed my cock though my jeans. I grabbed my safety flashlight and turned it on. Like before, she slapped at my hand.

I took the condom out and handed it to her. I want to feel you inside of me with no barriers! We stood and kissed, for quite a few minutes, as she fondled Mr.

She knelt and took Mr. Peter into her mouth, working him over, paying special attention to his desires. Then she sat back on the only chair I had in the room and spread her legs. I grabbed my cell phone and shot a quick photo, even though she protested afterwards and threatened to expose me should I ever show the photo to anyone.

Two patrons wandered past us as we fucked, totally unaware of what was transpiring only a hand's reach from them. I filled her pussy as she shook and trembled. I dumped about a gallon of cum inside of her. Then, as quick as we had stared, it was over. She quickly dressed and climbed out of my cage, disappearing into the vast expanse of darkness in the haunted house. I wandered out into the back room for our final pay. I looked at the payment and stuffed into the envelope was an extra one hundred dollar bill.

I looked at her and she put a lone finger over her pursed lips. I have often wanted to go back to the Fair each year, to hunt her down. She and her husband never reappeared again, leaving me with a great photo, great memories and wondering, did this really happen? This story is protected by International Copyright Law, by the author, all rights reserved. If found posted anywhere other than Lushstories. To link to this sex story from your site - please use the following code:

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