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just lay back and enjoy tonight's story. Emory stared around
the almost empty room. So this was her Halloween, sat
in the office of Quick Clean cleaning agency, hoping for
a job to come in so she can earn a
few more bucks. It was going to be very different
next year, she promised herself. She would finish with medical
school and have a marvelous job in a hospital instead
of having to dust out the closets of people who
really should be doing it themselves. Still, it paid the rent,
and there was way worse jobs in this She could
be doing. Some jobs her peers had just scared the
crap out of her. She was just too uptight to
even consider them. Halloween was one of the worst nights
to be working. It tended to be parties that have
gone wrong, which normally meant teenage boys asking why she
wasn't wearing a French maid's outfit and making any lude
comments about her. But while she was bending over to
collect whatever mess they had done this year, it seemed quieter.
Speaker 2: The normal. With the world just returning to normal from
the madness of the past two years, it was hardly
a surprise. Parties were probably out now, not that Amory
ever got invited to any. Little Miss goody two shoes
they used to call her in high school, so prim
and Proper voted the girl least likely to have an
orgasm with anyone else involved. She'd had orgasms, lots of them,
and one day they would be with somebody else. It
wasn't she was unattractive. She just felt plain and nondescript.
Her humor was often mistaken for insults. Other kids had
always seen her as a little weird, and she could
never really let herself go. She had tried, but it
just never really happened. It wasn't she wasn't interested in sex.
She was, God knows, she was very interested in sex.
Just the men she met didn't do it for her,
not even a slight quiver between her thighs. She wasn't
sure what sort of man would do it for her,
but no doubt when it happened there would be an
avalanche of pleasure, just to let her know. According to
the wall clock, she had only been sitting there for
fifteen minutes. When the phone rang, even though it felt
like hours already, it awoke the receptionist with a start,
and her normally impeccable telephone manner was lost. Jotting down
a few details as the cooler spoke, she nodded to Amrie.
Disconnecting the call. She simply said, doctor Seusa out on
three ninety six Evergreen Drive. He's had some friends around
for a party and needs a little help to clear
it up standing, am Marie took the booking slip from
her hand and headed toward the parking lot. The drive
to the old side of the city wasn't long. She
just felt mildly irritated. She never got invited to parties anymore.
She guessed she was just misunderstood. Pulling up in that
house's drive, she smiled to herself. If you wanted to
rent a house just for Halloween, it had to be
this one. A light flashed aggressively from the basement window.
You could almost hear the old house creaking in the wind.
Job She'd loved horror film as she was fascinated by
serial killers since being young. Otherwise she would drive right
back down to the office and hand her cleaning equipment in.
As she closed the car door, she thought to herself,
I might actually enjoy this job. Striding up the stone steps,
she pounded on the door, the knock echoing in the
emptiness beyond a few moments later and a door swung open.
A tall man with the wildest hair a Marie had
ever seen, stared at her blankly, his eyes a little unfocused. Yes,
can I help you, he said, gruffly. Quick clean to
help clean up after the party? Oh sorry, I thought
you'd be older, he said, before continuing, and it's to
clean up before the party. I'm just not quite with it.
His voice trailed off, as if distracted. Please come in,
he said, as if returning from some distant dream, and
Marie walked in, the door shutting with a loud click
behind her. So where would you like me to start?
Perhaps a kitchen and get the plates ready for cannopies.
Confusion crossed his face and he stared at her. No,
it's not that sort of party. It's uh, just can
you clean the bedrooms please? Smiling as sweetly as she could.
This man was really off with the fairies, but he
didn't seem drunk. He just wasn't there the old house
certainly had a lot of paintings, mainly with a wolf
theme or men striding out into the wilds of the countryside.
At the top of the broad stairs was one particularly
huge painting. It seemed to be over employer, although he
looked older in this probably his father. They certainly kept
the same hairstyle going in the family, but this man
was sprouting hair everywhere. The bedrooms weren't that dirty, They
just needed tidying more than anything, so within thirty minutes
she finished and started studying the paintings again while slowly
making her way downstairs. As she stopped on the return
of the stairs, looking up the large paintings seemed to
change as she watched it, like some strange octical illusion.
If she turned her head, the hair took over the
whole body, as if shadows were being cast over the man.
Oddly enough, his eyes seemed to change as well, somehow,
going from green to an amber. It must be the light.
She decided, no one could paint like that. Suddenly she
was aware of doctor Seusa behind her for the first
time since she had arrived. She was close to him.
His body gave off an inordinate amount of heat, and
there was a fragrance to him. It wasn't unpleasant, it
was very warm. It reminded her a lot of the
old forest she played him when she was younger. But
there was something else, something she could not describe to
any rational person. It was like the air vibrated around him.
It was the only way she could describe it. She
could feel her skin tingling and just being around this man,
and what the hell was happening between her thighs. It
was like the air between them was caressing her panties.
She could almost feel a finger of warm, vibrating air
teasing at her clip with the tip of its finger. Damn,
she really needed to get laid if that's where her
imagination was going now. Suddenly she was aware he was speaking.
Her mind was firmly between her thighs, and she needed
to snap out of it, do the job, get paid,
and maybe pick up a Starbucks on the way home
as it's Halloween before getting into bed with her favorite vibrator. Sorry,
she said, shaking her mind, loose of those sorts of thoughts.
That's my great grandfather. He was the first of the
family to move here. That was painted just a little
while before. He was murdered. Oh, I'm sorry, was all
an Marie could manage. Desperate to change the subjects, she said,
you have a lot of wolves paintings as well. My
family has a long standing history with wolves, he said bluntly,
looking more than a little agitated. Is it a big party?
And Marie asked, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable with the atmosphere.
The air between them had a very definite edge of aggression.
Now she could almost feel the knives hotvering between them,
and the warmth that was there just as short while
ago now felt cold as ice. Oh no, it's not big.
It is important, though a rare occasion tonight. It only
happens every eighteen or nineteen years, he smiled lightly, the
atmosphere warming again between them, Thankful for the change, Amory
pursued this line. And what's that? She asked, Why Halloween
in a full moon on the same night. It's a
bit of a rarity. He grinned, his teeth, glinting in
the evening light shining through the windows. His cell phone
started diging in his pocket. Looking at the screen, he
said to Amory, could you just tidy downstairs please? I
need to take this and with that he strode up
the stairs. Amory turned and made her way down the
remaining stairs and started looking around for something to tidy.
It was obviously an important party for him, so she
would at least try to make it look decent. Eventually,
her explorations led to the basement. The staircase down was stone.
It almost seemed older than the house. A light flickered
from underneath the door at the bottom of the stairs,
tempting her curiosity lower e Marie had a distinct feeling
that she shouldn't be down here, that this wasn't what
he meant by downstairs, But there are times it's just
too good a chance to miss. Turning the handle, she
smiled to herself as the door clicked and swung open.
It really wasn't what she expected. It was a basement.
She anticipated a pool table and maybe a bar, but
this was more of a den. The floor was carpeted
in the most luxurious material she had ever felt. If
she closed her eyes, it felt like fur under her feet.
There was furniture what looked like the largest bed she
had ever seen. Animal print occupied every corner of the room.
The lamp above the bed was flashing, taking a moment,
she walked over to it, turned the bowl and muttered
to herself men as the flickering stopped. Unable to resist,
she sat down on the bed. Wow, it was just
so comfortable, almost as if the mattress embraced her completely.
Kicking off her shoes, she laid out on the bed, stretching.
As her hands pushed under the pillows. Her fingers discovered
something metallic. Pulling it out, it looked like a buckle
attached to a wrist trap, a thick leather wristtrap with
what seemed to be a chain, disappearing beyond the bed.
For some reason beyond her a Marie pulled on the
chain and once a slack was gone, it resisted any
further moment. This thing was fixed somewhere hard. Taking a moment,
she raised a strap to her nose, taking in a
large breath. It smelled of him. This s mout of desire,
of lust. In her mind's eyes, she could see so
much passion just happening here on this very bed. Without thinking,
Without thinking, Amory wrapped the strap around her wrist. As
soon as it completely encircled her wrist, she felt a
tingle starting again, a buzz of excitement, excitement for what.
She wasn't sure, but damn it felt hot. Her panties
were wetter than she ever remembered them being, just from
having this strap around her wrist. This is possibly sad,
as she is laying on a bed alone with a
leather strap draped around her wrist. Maybe this is what
she was missing, a little like bondage. She listened for
a moment. Doctor Causa was obviously still upstairs on his
cool as there was no other sound in the house.
Curiosity overpowering any sensibility, Amory secured the strap around her wrist.
Pausing for a moment in thought, she reached forward, and
sure enough, at the bottom of the bed there were
another two straps securing those around her ankles. She lay
back down. Although she had one hand free, the knowledge
they secured her like this and it would take her
a little to free herself was deftly a turn on.
Her pussy was already throbbing more than it ever had before.
Lifting her knees, her skirts slid back down her thighs,
the tingle of the air kissing that wet material, teasingly
sending a vibration of pleasure moving through her body. Her
free hand lowered between her thighs. She didn't want love
or flowers. She didn't want gentle love making. She decided
she needed raw, animalistic sex to feel. A large man
just pounding brutally inside of her, stretching her, pushing her
body to its very limit. Her fingers explored her panties,
pushing the sides of the material back. She rubbed her
fingers over her clip violently, her thumb pushing hard down
on the nub as she rubbed it, her fingers sliding
between her folds, her pussy stretching as she continued to
fuck her pussy with her fingers, her clip throbbing with
pleasure as she punished it with broad strokes of her
thumb and fingers. Parting her thigh spider, she brought her
hand down hard against her folds. A burning sting of
pleasure pulsated through a pussy. Damn, this felt so freaking good.
Why she never thought of this before? The sting gently
seemed to move through a body, a veil of pleasure
being dragged over her. Her nipples were hard and erect
beneath her shirt, and they pulsed with pleasure. God, this
felt so good. What has she been missing out on
bringing her fingers down across her pussy, the wet slap
echoing around the room, and Marie realized just how wet
she was from the sound. But there was something about
hearing how wet he a pussy was that made her
feel even hornier, And of course, as she got even hornier,
her pussy got wetter and wetter as that torturous pleasure
echoed through her body, her fingers making long strokes over
a pussy, chasing the sensations up her stomach, following it
up over her breasts, and as she rubbed her erect
nipples through her shirt, the pleasure just sped up again,
a whirlwind of need that would not yield without mercy.
She pinched on her nipple, squeezing it through the material
of her shirt, sending her body into pure raptures of
decadent desire. Her legs pushed down into the bed, her
thighs tensing as she moaned louder and louder. Her pelvis
pounded into the air, her pussy clutching for a cock
to fill her completely, to fuck her so aggressively. Her
lips were positively vibrating with need, with desire, parting her
thighs again, her pussy exposed. As she brought her hand
down again, A wet slap reverporated around the room and
through Amery's body, something about hearing that just fell so dirty, Yes,
so right, pushing her fingers inside her pussy again, her
muscles trembling along her fingers clutching at her her cow
trembling with pleasure as her orgasm grew, spreading over her.
She was going to come harder than she had ever
thought she could. She knew it. She could feel her
impending orgasm growing through every nerve in her body. Her
breath just pants as her tied hand grasped at the chain,
pulling on it for sensibility, her fingers slapping hard against
her pussy once more. She desperately tried to resist her
to let her orgasm explode. She wanted to control it,
but denying her this pleasure was just beyond her. As
her orgasm exploded through her pod body. As that tidal
wave of heat cascaded down her body, Amrie cried out,
fuck me, please, panting her legs slip down the bed,
her body trembling from the orgasm still ricocheting through her,
waiting for her heart to slow and her breathing to
return to normal. Amorice suddenly remembered where she was. She
wasn't at home. She was in a client's house, tied
loosely to a bed. What the fuck was she doing?
Her eyes sprung up and with the realization to see
a pair of amber eyes watching her intently, holding her
gaze for a long moment. Dark shadows danced over his face,
his tense muscles rippling under his shirt. His hair looked
even wilder now as he licked his lips with broad
strokes of his impossibly long tongue. His hands bored into
fists and then released, his fingers stretching from the very
prominent bulge, and Marie could see under his pants even
as he stood in the doorway. There might be more
to doctor Zeussa than she had imagined. Eventually, he growled,
and don't let me stop you. His eyes burned with
passion beneath the amber. As you have enjoyed tonight's story,
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