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Surprise! Anal makes me squirt!

Surprise! Anal makes me squirt!

I love the way Daddy’s cock makes my plug move…

I love the way Daddy’s cock
makes my plug move in and out!
It makes me cum so hard!
It makes me scream and shout!

slut-problems: They told me the house on the h…

slut-problems:

They told me the house on the hill was haunted, but I didn’t care. It was Halloween and I was going to follow through on the plan I had been orchestrating since the previous Halloween, when I had first discovered the house on the hill. 

“It’s haunted,” my companions had told me, but I didn’t believe in that kind of bullshit. Still, I went home and looked up the famous house on the internet. Apparently there had been a lot of ghost sightings and paranormal activity there. The ghost of Sir Isaac David supposedly resided there and everyone was afraid of his ghost. Apparently he had been quite the asshole when he was alive, not letting anyone come onto the property without his express permission. Legend had it that Sir Issac David died inside the house, but because it was so haunted no one ever went to find his body or give it a proper burial. That is why his ghost continued to haunt the property. Supposedly. 

I didn’t believe one ounce of any of the bullshit that I had read about the house on the internet. I was going to investigate myself on the scariest of nights, Halloween. No one would go with me. I guess you could say that all of my friends were pussies, and so I put on my costume and I grabbed my backpack full of supplies. I had everything in there, just in case. I looked in the mirror and thought I made a very convincing school girl. I wore a plaid skirt, a white button-up, tied at the waist and 90′s style porn heels. I had back-up flip flops in my bag, just in case. 

I drove quickly, watching the house in the distance as it got closer and closer. I parked outside of the gate and began the walk up the long, winding driveway in my porn heels until I reached the top. I went to the door and knocked, not really expecting anyone to answer. I hopped nervously from my right foot to my left foot, wondering if I could easily break in through one of the windows when the door opened. 

“Yes?” came a male voice and I took a step back, in shock that someone actually lived there. 

“Hi there! Trick-Or-Treat?” I said laughing. 

“I don’t want any tricks,” the man said. He was dressed in old-time clothing, in a full suit with suspenders and what looked like a spectacle attached to a chain around his neck. 

“I’m Colleen,” I told him. “Can I come in?” 

“Please do come in,” he said and he opened the door for me and I walked inside. The inside of the house was covered in dust and spider webs. It didn’t look like anyone had lived there in years. In fact, the layers of dust and filth indicated that it had been a very, very long time since anyone had cleaned or even walked through the house. I looked back over my shoulder and saw that my heels were leaving huge footprints in the dust, but when I looked at the man’s path I noticed that he wasn’t leaving any trace of a footprint at all. 

He stopped suddenly at an old, ornate arm chair with carvings and gold-leaf decorating the arms. The upholstery was old and dusty. The man pushed me face-first into the chair. 

“Why did you come here?” he asked me. 

“What’s your name?” I asked him. 

“I am Sir Isaac David,” he told her. “This is my domain,” he said gesturing to the house. “Why are you here?”

“Well, everyone said this place was haunted and this is Halloween. I just wanted to see if it was actually haunted or not.” 

“It is indeed haunted,” he told her, “but you shouldn’t have come here. I’ve been asleep for many, many years, but by you coming today, on Halloween of all days you have finally awoken me again.” He laughed. I remembered all of the literature I had read about him. He had been a rapist and a killer. He had been hung from a tree on his own property while his friends and neighbors watched. He had raped a young girl, Mabel and then killed her. He died for that crime, but there had been others. I suddenly realized I was alone with a convicted rapist and killer and I probably should have been scared, but I was more in shock by the situation. How was this even possible? 

Sir Issac David moved closer to me and when he did I could see that he still had a black and blue bruise on his neck, likely where the rope had hung him on that day over five hundred years ago. Five-hundred fucking years! He was a ghost, all right. I wondered if any of my friends would believe this later. I grabbed my phone and snapped a few pictures of him, but when I looked at my photos, they were blank. He wasn’t visible in them. Now I knew something strange was happening. 

“What is that light you have in your hand?” he demanded, referring to the camera flash. 

“It’s a machine that makes light,” I told him, hoping he would forget about it. 

Sir Issac was moving closer to me now. He grabbed the phone from my hand and threw it to the floor. He pulled his cock from his pants and began to stroke it. 

“I see that girls today dress with a lot more flair than they did in my day,” he told me, but I’m sure that they are just as good at satisfying my needs,” he laughed and moved toward me. 

“No! Please! I just wanted to talk to you,” I told him. 

“We can talk while I use your body,” he said with a snarl and then he was on top of me, pulling my panties off and shoving his cock into my asshole. For a ghost, he fucked my ass pretty good, but his skin felt cold. Fucking his cock was like fucking an ice pop at first, but as he kept going it started to warm up inside of me until it felt like a normal cock. 

Next thing I knew his cock felt even better than normal. It was bigger and fatter than any cock I had ever fucked and Sir Issac had me by the hair as he pulled his cock from my ass and shoved it into my unprotected pussy from behind. I felt as if I were being possessed by an evil spirit and I could feel my eyes rolling back into my head. I couldn’t see and I couldn’t think. All I could do was cum all over his ghost dick. I screamed loudly with pleasure, unable to process what was really happening to me. No one would ever believe me! I should have brought someone along. I hoped to God I made it back home alive, as I recalled from my reading that Sir Issac David killed all of his victims after he raped them. I began to scream more in fear than ecstasy and it only seemed to stoke his fire. His ghost cock became even bigger before he began to moan with pleasure. He unleashed his ghost cum inside of me and I was surprised by how much there was. I could feel it filling me, and then spilling over and dripping down my legs. 

“I haven’t cum for a hundred years!” he moaned. I started to giggle, but then I realized that he was probably serious. I looked down and saw that my pussy was gushing with his cum. It was white and sticky like regular cum, but it also had an eerie glow to it, almost as if it were toxic or radioactive. Suddenly he was gone and I began to look around for him, but the light that had filled the room only moments before was gone. I grabbed my phone from the dust and my backpack from the floor and I grabbed my flashlight from it’s pouch and turned it on. The room looked as if it hadn’t been walked through in a hundred years. Bugs crawled all over the floor, dust and spider webs draped over everything. The only things not covered in dust were me and the chair I had just fucked Sir Issac David on. 

Suddenly I became afraid and I ran through the house, through the front door, slamming it shut and then on to my car. I got in and drove away as fast as I could, the toxic cum still dripping from my pussy. I arrived home safe and once inside my house I began to throw up. I wasn’t quite sure what had happened, but I felt different somehow. I looked down at the cum dripping from my pussy and I realized that whatever had happened, had really happened! I got in the shower and did my best to wash away the evidence from my pussy. I told no one, knowing no one would believe me. Maybe that’s why no one believed me when I found out that I was pregnant a few weeks later. I tried to explain that this was the baby of Sir Isaac David and I was met with laughter by all of my friends. 

“Colleen, I know you love Halloween and all, but you are taking this too far. Who is the real daddy?” my best friend Art asked me. 

“Art, you have to believe me,” I told him again. “I got raped in that house by a ghost. I’m carrying a demon.” 

“Get an abortion then,” Art said, joking with me. “Sir Issac David probably has no clue abortions even exist since he’s stuck 500 years ago. He’ll never know you aborted his ghost child.” Art smiled at me. He was trying to be helpful. Maybe he was on to something. I loved Halloween a lot and I loved ghost stories, but did I really want my own child to be a ghost story? I wasn’t sure.

Harder and harder he drives his cock so deep i…

Harder and harder he drives his cock so deep into my cunt I can’t breathe. I can’t believe he has me in his grip, so tight, so right. Higher and higher we climb, hitting the horizon with out lust, combining all the heart and soul we have into this moment, climbing and reaching the heights we’ve been striving for this whole time. 

I hear the way his breath pants, the way his cock pounds, the slapping of skin on skin and the feeling of worthlessness I feel within. Only now with him do I know what I’m worth, do I understand what I’m for. I’m a vessel, a dark chasm. I’m a hole for him to use, to fuck into oblivion. 

I feel the way my screams make their way out of my body and I know that I can’t seem to find my way out of this lust. We’re tangled together, entrenched in the beauty of our passion, as it combines, as it combusts into the explosive orgasms that I need to survive. I can’t live without them now that I’ve known them. I can’t live without him, now that I see how sex can be. 

His grip on my ass, his hold on my heart, his pull on my soul leaves me breathless. I’m going under these waves of pleasure, letting them pull me away from the shore and into the depths of his embrace, into the darkness that blurs the lines of lust and love. I’m afraid of love, but I want more of whatever this is, with him. I want him to know that every part of him is pulling me apart. The energy of my inner light explodes into the supernova of an orgasm. I can feel him giving me his all, giving me every drop of his essence. Every part of him is pulling me apart, pulling him away. I know he can’t stay, and that’s okay. Nothing stays anyway. 

“Bite your finger! Bite your fucking finger for me while I wreck…

“Bite your finger! Bite your fucking finger for me while I wreck your fucking holes. That’s a good girl. Take it for Daddy. Take my cock.”

I’m a hoe for licorice.

I’m a hoe for licorice.

We made a deal; I fuck his friends and he trains me how to be a…

We made a deal; I fuck his friends and he trains me how to be a real slut. So far I think I have the good end of the deal. I’ve never cum this hard before!

These days I forget what life was like before you. My life…

These days I forget what life was like before you. My life didn’t start until we met, when I finally learned what I needed. Turns out the secret to life is pretty simple. I needed to get the shit fucked out of me. Nothing made me happier than the first time you showed me exactly who I was. You fucked me until my pussy creamed everywhere, your cock covered in my orgasm. I moaned softly, letting the pleasure wash over me. In that moment I became addicted to you.

You were my crack. You are my crack cocaine. You’ll always be the one I come back to, the one I’d do anything for. You unravel me and strip me bare of everything until I’m pure emotion, until I’m screaming from the deepest place inside. You turn me into a selfish child, taking orgasm after orgasm from you, letting you spoil me with that perfect cock. I need you. I want you. It’s never enough. It’s never fucking enough. I’m an addict for you.

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the biggest slut of all? 

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the biggest slut of all? 

The only after-school activity daddy let me participate in was…

The only after-school activity daddy let me participate in was draining his cock. At first, I hated it, but as he got rougher and rougher I found I actually liked it. He taught me everything I needed to know about pleasing a man, and I can honestly say I learned more draining his cock every day after school than I would have playing tennis or volleyball. Everything he taught me has a practical application, and I’m pretty sure all the guys I fuck would thank him if they knew just how much he taught me. 

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