A Halloween Haunting - Part 2

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And rub that cunt. It's such a pretty little thing. It really shouldn't be left alone for that long.

You know that, don't you? So don't keep it waiting now. Give it what it needs.

Let me give you what you need. You wake up in the night flat on your back. Immediately you know it.

A hungry mouth licking away at your pussy. At your cunt. At your clit.

At your fuckhole. It's me. Then you become aware.

A strong pair of hands holding your legs apart. You know it's me. How many nights have you been calling me here to press my face into your cunt? How many more will you keep doing it? You need me forever.

Be a good girl. Grind back. Press your clit against the tongue.

Against my tongue. My tongue. My tongue against your clit.

Your needy, trembling clit. Feel me suck on it. Lap my tongue across it.

I can't get enough of the taste. Enough of your taste. Of your smell.

Each inhale of your cunt making me press my face deeper. Take me deeper. Deeper into your mind.

Deeper into your desires. Your fetishes. Fantasy.

Fuck. Fucking freak. Give it to me.

Whatever you want. Whatever I want. And I want you.

I want your pussy. Your body is mine. You love it.

You love knowing I'm obsessed. You are obsessed. So tell me what I want to hear.

Tell me that this pussy, this tender, delicious fucking hole is mine. Tell me out loud. Two words.

Whisper them. Muff them between your moans. I want you to moan.

Tell me. It's yours. Yours.

Your soul. Mine. My cunt to devour.

My little fuck hole to ravage. Devote to me. I want to hear it again.

But this time. Remember. I am pushing you deeper.

Deeper into your mind. Remember that. I am watching.

Where I could be. And remember to be polite. So you repeat after me like a good fucking whore.

It's yours, sir. You moan for me. For me.

As if I could hear you right. Like some little fucking gimmick. Some kind of joke.

It's just Halloween, right? With this plastic and candy and silly little parties. And so I smile.

When you tell me your precious little cunt belongs to me. And I'll whisper back to you. Because I can hear.

Exactly like that. I am here. I am here.

You rub it like a good girl. Don't you? Can't you feel me? Can you feel it? The tingling sensation.

At the nape of your neck. The subtle shiver. That dances down your spine.

As you listen to my voice. Let me train you. Like I have been training you.

More than you've realized. With every audio. Sometimes it's more obvious than others.

Isn't it? You've mentioned it a few times. Pointed it out.

Pausing and rewinding. Just because you wonder. Did I actually hear that? Am I really saying those depraved fucking things to you? Giving you another little fucking fetish that makes you think of me? Rub that cunt.

Haven't I told you how wild it drives me? How much I jerk my cock for you. I'm going to stroke it instead.

Feel how my cock throbs when you do. Feel how my balls tighten when I get close. Want to be a good girl for me? Yeah.

Grab the one who stroked me. Cut my balls and stroke me faster. You want to drive me crazy, don't you? See that frantic look in my eyes? Oh, fuck.

Yeah? Knowing that when I get that book, I need to throw you on the bed and fuck you like a fucking animal. I'm also raising my ass up.

I'm going to grab you by the hips. You might be fucking rough with your body. Let me use you.

Surrender to me. Give me your body. Let me get the pleasure I need out of it.

I'll be a good fucking girl. Good little whore. Oh, my perfect fucking cough rock slut.

My own sex slave. Holes for me to abuse. Fuck until I'm empty.

You're going to come for me, okay? While I fuck you. While I pin you down from above, moving your waist like you're my sex toy.

My fuck pet. Oh, yeah? That wasn't a question, slut.

That was a demand. I want you to come. I want you to come on my cock.

Come for your master. For your sir. Show me that I own this cunt.

Come for me. Tighten around my jowl. Use your little fucking hole.

Jack off my cock. Milk myself inside of you. Until your pussy is full and your head is empty.

Come for me. And I will come for you. Fill up this pretty little pussy.

Yeah? That's it. You're such a good little toy for me.

Yeah? I don't fucking care what I do to you at this point. Fuck anything I say.

I just fucking agree. Want you good girl. I want that.

I want you. I want you. I want you.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh, that's it. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

You want to come? You want to come? Oh! Yeah.

Fucking girl. Ah! That's it.

That's it. That's it. That's it.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

That's it, that's it, that's it. That's it. I'm going to come.

I'm going to come. I'm going to come. I'm going to come.

You don't want to come? Uh-huh. Fuck! Mm-hm.

Mm-hm. Oh, fuck. Fuck.

Oh, good fucking girl. Breathe. Naturally.

Slowly. Calm. Relax.

You've been such a good girl for me. Look at yourself. You know you have been.

But it's different this time. Different than the stories. Different than just listening to me stroke my cock.

It's hard to put to words. Maybe it's because I, myself, felt different when I wrote it. Maybe it was the temperature, the lighting, the time.

You were too tired. You weren't in the right mood. You were too horny and you couldn't listen.

You listened too closely. Did you? Can you? You're not sure.

You'll have to try again. That's familiar, though. Isn't it? Go on.