The Haunted House Club – Chap 2 by Five_Eight..,
The graphic Halloween sexual adventures of a barely legal valley girl continue when she encounters a second masked man. And more! Although this story is complete in itself, reading THE HAUNTED HOUSE CLUB first will doubtless increase your enjoyment of Part Two. Some readers pointed out to me that in Part One the night had just begun, and they were not wrong. Hope you like it and hope you please don’t forget to mash that vote button for ol’ Five Eight. Peace out.
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Tied with her hands and feet fastened together with a pair of pantyhose, Megan Jones heard the door to the private VIP room close but not lock when the dashing Xavier Roman left with three other men. Lisa passed out shortly afterward so Megan needed to cut her own bonds with the carving knife they’d left for that purpose on the coffee table. While she clumsily attempted to get at the blade the door opened.
A man appeared in a domino gel-mask with a black and white diamond pattern. He wore a black suit with a white shirt ruffled in the front and at the cuffs, not unusual clothing for Halloween night. Closing and locking the door behind him the man padded inside, moving with the lean and sensuous economy of a leopard. He paused to look at Lisa unconscious on the couch, then Megan, before he prowled to the glass wall overlooking the Haunted House nightclub. Megan saw he had his thick wavy brown hair pulled back in a ponytail in the dimly lighted soundproof room.
He said nothing and neither did she, but she regarded him intently. Had she not seduced Xavier Roman earlier she would have considered seducing this man in the mask; he was hotter than Xavier, taller and more handsome with a slender muscular build. Megan marveled at his sexy economy of movement. He returned to stand before her with his hands on his hips before kneeling to examine her fetters. Her wrists and ankles had been tied individually, then the two sets of limbs secured together. In such close proximity to her pussy she knew he could smell her. Lisa wore a black silk dress; Megan was naked.
Reaching a hand into the side pocket of his jacket he pulled out a switchblade knife, clicked it open. She gulped, thinking he meant to do her harm, but the masked man sliced through the pantyhose between her hands and feet, which still left her bound. He closed the switchblade and put it back in his jacket. Then he placed her tied hands underneath her secured ankles and lifted Megan by her ankles. As he raised her feet higher and higher her arms slid behind her thighs. He kept lifting her into the air until her arms slipped behind her buttocks and her hands finally rested behind her back. She thought if he hadn’t smelled her pussy before he certainly could now because her ass was only inches from his nose. At last he set her back on the couch and gently helped her into a sitting position.
His strength and gentleness turned her on. He combed her curly mop of blonde hair out of her face with the fingers of both hands, placed a fatherly kiss on her forehead. The man stepped back to admire her beautiful face and body.
“Who are you?” Megan asked.
“The rogue.”
The way he uttered those two words increased her heart rate. He removed the cork from the bottle in the iced bucket on the table, filled a champagne flute next to it. Touching the glass of bubbly to her lips he gave a single nod, indicating he wanted her to drink. Megan drank gratefully, she hadn’t had a thing to drink since the milkshake Xavier bought her downstairs and about half a pint of sperm more recently, also courtesy of Xavier.
After she drank the entire contents of the flute the rogue refilled it and sat down beside her. He took a sip and put the glass to her mouth again. Megan drank the rest of it. All her problems receded in a fuzzy distance due to the quick intake of champagne, it also rinsed the salty taste of Xavier’s come from her mouth, not that Megan minded the taste of semen. The mere thought of being made to swallow another load or three had her steamy juices overflowing once again, nipples arched and aching.
The rogue apparently noticed because he leaned his face close to hers. She edged forward to kiss him. He kissed her back till her honey dripped sufficiently to wet the couch. Megan slid her ass upward a little and opened her knees in invitation so he could view the wide splayed lips between her legs if he wanted to. Instead he got up to give Lisa a shake to waken her but she slumbered on, would probably be asleep for hours after all the booze she’d drunk.
Megan pouted in disappointment but he slipped back onto the couch next to her again. She realized the masked man was only checking to make her sure her friend was okay. His economy of words and motion created a mysterious aura around him, larger than the one Xavier had conjured for Megan. The fact he left her tied up had caused more fresh juice to form in that tender crease between her thighs.
“Touch me,” she whispered, bold with the fantasies and the champagne whirling through her head.
He delved a long forefinger inside her and kissed each one of her straining nipples. Then he began seriously fingerfucking her with a confident steady rhythm that awakened and betrayed her inner slut. She panted in ragged little gasps, raised her hips and shoved against his hand, her sweet breasts jumping and bouncing with her efforts.
“Oh, oh, oh god,” Megan whimpered as his finger goaded two orgasms from her with ease.
The rogue held the fragrant digit to her mouth; she sucked it greedily. When he reclaimed his finger he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the ottoman where Xavier had buggered her an hour ago. He seated her on it and stood directly in front of her, hands on his hips again. Megan kissed the zipper of his trousers and nibbled at the lump behind it.
She rolled her eyes up to meet his. “I want to suck you off.”
The rogue smiled and Megan knew he was going to grant her her wish. Down came his zipper and out came a penis as hard as a railroad spike and about the same size. She sucked on it as eagerly as she’d sucked his finger. Megan could taste the fact she wasn’t the first girl to get lucky with the masked man tonight. She quickly disposed of the guilty coating of evidence and almost as quickly he took the Halloween candy right out of her mouth. She frowned at the unseemly deprivation of such a mouthwatering treat.
“Give that back,” she commanded.
But he was busy rearranging her facedown with her knees under her belly propping her ass up in the air. Better yet, she thought looking back at him, he’s going to do me. The rogue reached inside his jacket pocket again, this time producing a large buttplug. He wedged the blunt rubber nose into her pussy a minute to get it lubricated. When he removed it the black tip was positively glistening. She squirmed when he applied it where it belonged, pushing firmly to widen her sphincter. The teenager grunted as more and more of the thing sunk into her stretched anus. When the base defeated the expandable round muscle resisting it and sunk out of sight only the handle remained visible between the cheeks of Megan’s ass. The rogue twisted the handle this way and that turning the plug inside her rectum while wordless drawn out noises issued from her mouth. She’d never had much anal experience in her 18 years prior to this Halloween night, but after two different men had introduced fingers, a dick and now a big toy to her tight rear the more she’d begun to like it. Megan felt the sudden intrusion of his sizeable prick in that drenched declivity underneath her asshole. The rogue fucked her till the smell of pussy permeated the air of the whole room.