Halloween wasn’t really my favourite time of the year. I mean, it’s ok I guess, but I’m much more of a Christmas person. I know that’s a little lame to admit. There’s just something about that time of year that fills me with peace and good will to all men. Ok, I’m being juvenile, sorry. I just get a little tired of defending my love of Christmas, and being called ‘basic’ for it, too. Ugh! I am a complex, unique individual who just happens to get a bit giddy over the most wonderful time of the year. Sue me!

Anyway, this is about Halloween and as I mentioned, it doesn’t exactly have me jumping for joy. My friends have a very different view of Halloween, though and  every year they end up dragging me along to haunted house experiences and Halloween house parties where I end up spending a fortune on entrance fees or obligatory costume theme outfits, but, admittedly having quite a good time. Though, I think I’ve got the alcohol to thank for that.

This year it was something a little different and though I wasn’t exactly any more excited about the prospect, at least it was something new.

“Amazed” it was called, and, if the cheesy title didn’t give it away, let me just confirm that yes, this was indeed a haunted, Halloween maze. I did find myself inwardly chuckling at the choice of name and how they hadn’t even tried to make it sound scary, but I’d been assured by a far too enthusiastic Natalie that this was not only brand new but supposedly, an unforgettable experience.

Natalie rattled off the features at me with a speed that was almost difficult to follow in her excitement.

“So, you have to go in one by one, and apparently what you’ll find in there is based on you, as a person, what will give you the best experience possible. You just have to make it to the other side, no time limits or crazy quests for some magical goblet at the center of the maze”.

I nodded along as she spoke. “How exactly do they cater this maze to suit the individual?” I interrupted. “Is there like a ‘what scares you the most’ questionnaire before you go?”

Natalie gripped both of my forearms suddenly

“No!” she squealed in excitement “that’s the craziest bit! No one knows how they do it. It must be a closely guarded secret or something, but they just seem to… know! Isn’t that so cool?! I cannot wait to…”

I cut her off mid-enthuse.

“Wait… hang on a minute…. they must find out somehow. Maybe they stalk people online or something? Which is really fucking weird, Nat. Are we sure this is safe? They’re not going to steal our data or something?”

“Oh, will you relax” she chided, “the reviews are AMAZING and no one has had their identity stolen or anything like that”. She rolled her eyes at me as she turned away.

I couldn’t shake my concerns, though and worried over what the hell they were doing to find out such private information.

“It’s too late anyway, I’ve signed us both up. The others are meeting us there.”

“Naaaaat…. “ I whined

“You know you love me” she chipped in before I could launch into one of my infamous rants “and I promise to do all sorts of Christmas crap with you” she continued “We can even go and sit on Santa’s lap, if you like” she finished, flashing me a cheeky wink.

A smile forced itself on my unwitting lips and I rolled my eyes back at her.

“Fine” I sighed, “but if someone steals my identity and takes out a credit card in my name…”

“Then I’ll pay for your lawyer” she finished, grinning at me sweetly.

I knew it was a lost cause, then. Damn that woman. Her charm would be the death of me.

The queue for the maze was eerily quiet, not the bustling, crowded Halloween event queues I’d become accustomed to. Natalie assured me it’s because 1) Tickets were a HUNDRED pounds (part of me cursing her expensive taste as she reveled that tidbit of information) and that 2) each ticket had an allocated timeslot to prevent overcrowding.

That actually pleased me quite a bit. One of the worst things about these events was the overcrowding, how difficult it was to get a drink because the wait was at least 20 minutes. This positively relaxing experience was putting me in a considerably more festive mood, so I took a moment to appreciate the lengths this organizer had gone to to decorate for the event.

A corn maze transformed with long, black draping cloth seeming to swaithe every wall, dim red fairy lights illuminating the paths and best of all, fully committed paid actors. We were right towards the front of the queue now and the guy responsible for admissions was… well, scary, yes, but also unexpectedly handsome.

The layers of creepy make up transforming his pretty features into a mask of gaunt, pale horror couldn’t hide the strong line of his jaw or the way his eyes lit up as he smiled. Dressed head to toe in what looked like clothing that was plucked straight from the 1930s, he stood there in a shabby suit and tie, a pocket watch on a chain hidden just out of sight.

I couldn’t stop staring at him, the way he eyed each patron so intently, seeming to enrapture them completely in his ice-blue gaze, like deer caught in the headlights of his enchanting face. His slightly lop-sided smile was positively stunning, and I saw more than one person walking away from him a little more shakily than when they’d approached. It could be the nerves though, I guessed. A spooky Halloween maze was quite daunting when you had to traverse it alone.

We finally got to the front of the queue, Natalie heading in before me. She gave me a little nervous wave as she disappeared into the narrow, gloomy entrance of the maze.

And then, it was my turn. I fixed a polite smile on my face and met eyes with the strangely dressed man.

As soon as our eyes met, I felt it. What that ‘it’ was, I didn’t know. Couldn’t form into words or coherent sentences, but it felt like a current sprang to life between us, a live wire joining my suddenly thrumming heart directly to him. My pulse raced and I felt off-balance, locked in his haunting stare by the radiant beauty of those impossibly pale blue eyes of his.

His eyes darted between mine, like he was looking for something. Seeming to find whatever it was he was looking for; a broad smile grew as we continued to stare.

“I have a ticket” I blurted out, wanting to snap out of this moment of strange tension between us

He laughed gently, a deep, feather soft sound that I already wanted to hear again.

“Oh, I know that, darling” he crooned, reaching over and gently prizing the piece of card from my hand which still hung limply by my side. His fingers brushed mine momentarily as he pulled the ticket from my grip, and his smile widened as he nodded to himself.

I couldn’t help but smile in return as his eyes still studied my face as though it were something fascinating.

“What?” I asked, thinking there must be something terribly funny I was missing. Had I done something wrong?

“Oh, nothing at all sweetheart” he said, a twang of an old-timey accent lending his words a slightly unusual lilt. He really was committing to the bit. “You’re going to have a great time tonight” he continued as he looked down at the ticket in his hands. “Just, make your way in, have a good time and when you’re finished, make your way to the exit.” He instructed with a practiced finesse.

He lifted his gaze to meet mine again “have fun in there, darling” he said, the tip of his tongue flicking over his lips to moisten them as my eyes tracked the movement

“I will!”, I replied, shaking off this strange encounter as my eyes moved over to the entrance of the maze. “Though I don’t scare easily” I said, and it was true. They’d have to work hard to get to me. I was pretty damn resilient when it came to anything spooky.

He let out that addictive, soft chuckle again as I took my first steps into the foreboding passage of the maze entrance.

“I guarantee we’ll have you screaming” he said as I headed inside, almost too quiet for me to hear.

The maze wasn’t anything like I expected it to be. Not at all. There seemed to be a heavy fog in the air which definitely wasn’t there outside of the maze. Were they using a smoke machine or something? I sniffed at the air, but the familiar smell of artificial fog was no where to be found.

The air, as well as being thick with obscure wafting white, was still and quiet. The sounds of the outside world, not muffled by the 8ft tall walls of this sprawling labyrinth as I’d anticipated, but completely silenced. It was like I had slipped inside a glass dome, the sound of my feet crunching across the pebbled pathways seeming to barely reach my ears as I crept forward.

I could see maybe 6 feet ahead of me with varying degrees of success and the maze quickly became a confusing whirl of twists and turns that left me feeling breathless and completely disorientated.

What was even more strange is I didn’t come across a single other person. Not one. No sight or sound of them, at all. Surely there were at least 30 other people in here with me, and yet it felt as though I were a lone soul in this endless alabaster abyss.

I tried to follow the weak dots of red light that caused the fog to glow dimly with a haunting quality. Effective, I thought, making a mental note that I should write a review about the surprisingly creepy atmosphere when I got home. Although, atmosphere alone wasn’t quite enough to make a stellar attraction. Hopefully there would be more frights to be found as my journey continued, I mused.

As I slowly inched forward, I found myself standing at a crossroad, a North, West and Easterly choice of directions ahead of me. Deciding to take that moment to try to actually figure out where I was and wondering if there were any other people nearby, despite the only sounds I could hear being my own breathing, I tried to catch someone’s attention.

“Hello?” I called, quite a bit quieter than I’d intended, which was strange because I’d certainly tried to project my voice.

I cleared my throat and tried again.

“HELLO?” I cried out, with far more force this time, but again, the fog swallowed up my words almost instantly, as though it were consuming my voice the moment the sound left my throat.

It was an uncomfortable sensation, feeling muted by some unknown quirk of nature, and a slight chill rolled its way down my spine like the slow trickling of a drop of freezing water.

Giving myself a little bit of an internal talking to, “this is an attraction. It’s all fake. Get a bloody grip, will you”, I turned down the path leading me to the West and continued following the odd trail of creepy fairy lights into the waiting maw of the swirling mist.

Starting to feel a little frustrated with the lack of anything but fairy lights and fog, I picked up my pace, trudging more assuredly along the twisting and turning paths until my frustration boiled over and I muttered it out under my breath. “A Halloween attraction should actually have some stuff in it you know” I huffed as I stomped forward.

And… my frustrated stomping came to an abrupt halt as I whipped around to confront whoever it was that had just run their fingers through my long, auburn hair.

“Hey! What the…” I began to say, twirling around to confront whoever had just laid their hands on me. But there was no one there. Just the gently roiling fog and the weak glow of the red lights. Frowning, I pulled my hair over my shoulder and slowly turned back around, writing off the feeling as an errant breeze.

It was only as I’d picked up my sure stride again that another touch came, this time a delicate brushing of fingertips down the length of my arm. I almost tripped over in my hurry to halt and raise my arm closer to my face, as if sure there would be some small bug or creature there scurrying across me that I must have missed.

Again, though, there was nothing there and, though the fingertips sensation had disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, the hair on my arms were now raised and rigid, as though I’d caught a chill.

I did a quick check of my arms and hair to make sure some rogue beetle wasn’t accidentally tormenting me with its innocent scurrying, and. satisfied that I was definitely free of any unwitting hitchhikers, I straightened myself.

Just as I went to take my first step forward on my continued journey however…

“BOO!”

I didn’t whirl around dramatically this time. Oh no. I launched myself forward, tripped over my own feet and crashed face-down onto the path with a whoosh of the shingle beneath me and a loud “FUCK!” escaping me in my graceless tumble.

I quickly righted myself until I was up on my hands and knees, prepared to absolutely lay into whoever just whispered BOO right in my bloody ear when a familiar voice floated toward me on the frigid air.

“Oh darling, I thought you didn’t scare easy?” the pretty voice teased as I tuned myself around until I was sat on the path, my hands keeping my top half up right as I stretched my legs out in front of me and crossed them, trying to style out my dramatic fall.

“I suppose you think you’re funny, do you?” I said, trying my best to scowl at the annoyingly handsome man who’d taken the ticket from me at the entrance only a few minutes before.

“I do” he smirked, a cocky, self-assured expression on his face.

“Well, I’m not laughing. And I could have hurt myself! That was a stupid thing to do”

He had the decency to look a little sheepish then.

“Oh darling, I am sorry. I just couldn’t help myself. As soon as you said “I don’t scare easy” … well, it was bait for the likes of me, miss” he said, his sheepish smirk undermining his apology but being so annoyingly attractive that I found myself on the verge of forgiving this stranger already.

“Don’t you have a job to do?” I asked, wondering how he could possibly have found the time to leave his post just to follow me around and scare me. “and why did you follow me? You’re supposed to be greeting people, not creeping up on them” I scolded, though it was rather half-hearted I had to admit.

“I didn’t follow you” he replied, “I can go wherever I like, be wherever I like. We like to make sure people have an unforgettable experience...”

“By knocking them on their arse?” I interrupted

He really laughed then, and my slight annoyance seemed to evaporate at the sound of it. It was an alluring, infectious sound. One that made you desperately want to be in on whatever joke he was a part of.

“Not exactly” he replied, his ice-blue eyes seeming to glow against the stark canvas of the bleak fog that surrounded us.

“So, what exactly is supposed to be scary about this maze?” I asked, “I mean the fog is amazing, don’t get me wrong, but there has to be more than that”

“Much more” he agreed.

“Ok, so what is there?” I asked, genuinely wanting to know now because I hadn’t seen a single thing down any of the paths I’d walked. No actors, no decorations. Nothing. Just the fog and the lights.

His smile softened, becoming almost meek.

“I told you darling, whatever will give you the best experience possible”

“You did” I said, remembering his words as I’d handed over my ticket.

“And how do you know what that would be for me” I asked, wanting to know their secrets for unravelling the fears of their patrons without explicit information.

“ohhh, we have our ways” he said, winking at me in a gesture that had no right being as attractive as it was given the creepy gaunt-face make up he was wearing.

“Well then” I said, still reclined in my ‘yes-i-fell-over-but-I’m-too-cool-to-care pose’ on the floor “show me mine” I demanded simply.

He chewed on his bottom lip as he regarded me, a mischievous glint in those odd eyes.

“I’m not really supposed to do it myself” he said, looking as though he were warring with a decision he hadn’t yet made.

“And yet you left your post to find me?” I questioned

“I did” he confirmed.

“Well then, I see no reason not to finish what you started, unless you’re worried you won’t be able to scare me a second time”

“I’m worried when it comes to you, I won’t be able to stop” he replied, his eyes blazing now as he stood over me, looking down at me with an intensity that wasn’t there a moment ago.

“Ok… “ I trailed off. “Well, I’m waiting” I said, a teasing tone there now. “Do your worst” I finished, widening my eyes in challenge as I grinned childishly up at him, baring my teeth slightly.  

And then I let out a sharp gasp.

I blinked. Just blinked and he had gone from standing over me to kneeling right next to me in an instant. Impossibly fast. Less than, what, a fraction of a second? That wasn’t possible!

“How did you...” I began to ask, but he cut me off.

“I need your permission” he stated in a cool, soothing tone.

“I… wait... for what?” I stammered

“To give you your experience” he murmured, lowering his voice as though we were having a private conversation.

I blinked at him stupidly for a moment, his proximity throwing me off. He was so broad and tall, I felt crowded by him, it was like all I could see was him. I couldn’t quite understand why he was being so weird about consent, either. I’m sure it had been part of the terms and conditions of this experience that we agreed to when we brought the tickets. I mean, that’s why people come here, to get scared. He didn’t need to ask me.

“Yeah, of course you have my permission” I said, nodding gently at him in encouragement, feeling a slight flare of nerves at whatever scary thing was about to happen.

What did happen, however, was not a scary thing at all. Not even close.

He smiled at me gently and gripped the nape of my neck with his hand as he inched his face closer to mine.

“What… are you…”

“If it any point you don’t like what’s happening, you say stop and everything stops. Immediately. No questions asked, ok?” he stated as he inched ever closer.

Confused as to what was happening, I nodded in a daze.

“And I promise you. You’re safe. At all times, completely and utterly safe. And we are completely alone, no one is going to bother us, ok?” he asked again.

“Ok…” I murmured, still confused at what was happening and confused as to why I would care if we had privacy.

My confusion snapped away in an instant as he closed the remaining distance between us as he lowered his face toward mine and pressed a cool tentative kiss to my lips.

He lent back slightly so he could take in the look in my eyes.

Shock. That’s what he must have seen. Of all the things I had expected, a kiss from this gorgeous man was not one of them. An echo of the cool press of his lips still lingered on mine and I ran my tongue over them, seeing his eyes catch to that movement and stoke a hungry fire in his.

I swallowed, an audible sound in our quiet shrouded spot on the stoney floor.

Seeming to find no reluctance in my face and noticing the flare of desire I felt at this stranger’s kiss, he suddenly dipped his face back down to mine to take my lips again.

Not a delicate tender press of his mouth this time. This kiss was forceful and hungry. He gripped the hair at the nape of my neck tightly in one of his fists and gripped my hip roughly with the other as he pried my mouth open with this cool, wet tongue.

The slightly cold press of his skin against mine only remained slightly odd for a moment, as the escalating heat in my body seemed to warm us both as the desire he stoked in me flared. He worked his tongue expertly into my mouth as I opened my mine to allow him access, tangling his tongue with mine in a rhythmic pattern that made an ache build between my legs as I imagined how that expert tongue might feel elsewhere.

Fucking hell, this complete stranger was working me up with just a kiss. I needed to catch myself before I did something reckless. I wasn’t much of a risktaker now I was older, a little more sensible, but the decadent strokes of his tongue against mine and the fevered way he was kissing me and using his firm grip on my hair to angle me to just where he wanted me was making me feel unhinged.

His hand on my hip suddenly dipped under the hem of my sweater and stroked a ticklish yet seductive path from my hip, up to my waist as he kissed me, the pass of his fingers reaching a little higher each time they stroked over my skin. My cheeks blazed as I remembered I wasn’t wearing a bra under my thick sweater and realized with a jolt in my stomach that if he continued his exploration of my skin as we kissed, he would realise that too.

He continued working his tongue around mine, twirling and snaking it against mine and letting satisfied little grunts out as he stroked my skin with his wandering hand, making it very hard to care that he might discover my lack of bra. His expert tongue and gentle stroking were igniting a fervor of desire in me and I could feel the wetness gathering between my thighs as I squeezed them together for some relief.

With a final pass of his fingers over my skin, he brushed the underside of my breast, and his kisses abruptly halted.

Suddenly, he yanked my head away from his as his fingers stilled at the swell of the underside of my breast. His face was a picture of desire and amusement as he panted between us.

“You knew I’d find you braless didn’t you, you little temptress” he admonished in a throaty voice.

I bit my lip and smirked a little, feeling extremely pleased at how turned on this gorgeous man was from a relatively minor sexual encounter.

“Maybe” I smirked as my eyes searched his for a clue as to what would happen next. Was he... mad? I really hoped not.

“Perfect” he whispered, calming my worries in an instant, and with an impossibly swift dip of his head, he gripped my entire breast in his hand and squeezed with just enough force to make a moan slip from my lips as he brought his lips to my neck and began kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin there.

He positioned his fingers so he could continue to squeeze my breast in an achingly delicious grip whilst also teasing my peaked nipple between his pressing fingers. I arched into his touch, wanting more, needing more from him. This man knew exactly what I wanted, exactly how I liked it without me having to utter a thing.

“You need to stop wasting that wetness of yours on your underwear and let me have taste” he said against my skin in an almost-whisper as he continued teasing my nipple with his sure fingers and biting my neck with a gentle nip of his teeth.

I moaned louder then, actually feeling a trickle of that wetness building as my pussy throbbed at his bold and filthy words.

“Ok” I managed to pant out as he took my nipple between two of his fingers now and rolled and squeezed it between his fingertips, tugging a little until my breath hitched.

“Mmmmmmmm” he hummed in praise as he wrapped his arms around me in a blurred movement of his impossible speed. I blinked rapidly as I found us now standing and leaning against the cloth-draped and sturdy stalks of corn that made up the walls of the maze.

“How are you doing that?!” I panted out as he removed his hand from under my sweater and used his expert hands to unfasten the button at the top of my skirt.

“Shhhh” he soothed as he resumed his sensual kisses on all the most sensitive parts of my neck, and my questions floated away as the sensations took hold of me.

I closed my eyes as he slipped his fingers in a sure and swift motion into the waistband of my stockings and panties, not gently exploring me or teasing me in the way I secretly loathed, but pushing his hand down until he was gripping my entire pussy in his hand, the ache I felt there under the touch of this man making me feel like my knees might buckle.

Seeming to sense this, he gripped me firmly around my waist with his other arm, and I groaned as he began running his fingers over my pussy lips, spreading my warm wetness over me until ever part of my pussy was soaking and aching to feel his fingers again.

“This is all for me” he said, not a question, but a statement, and true one at that. It was all for him, I couldn’t quite get my head around how quickly he’d got me panting and soaking for him, but I was already desperate to feel more of his expert touch on my heated skin.

“More” I whispered, but he seemed not to hear me in that moment, removing his hand from my underwear and catching my hooded stare as he brought his glistening fingers up to his mouth and sucked them greedily in to his mouth.

His eyes rolled back into his head as he licked his fingers clean and I panted as I watched this beautiful man exploring me so boldly, so publicly. Another throb in my pussy at the sight of him was all it seemed to take, it was like he could feel my desperation escalating as I watched him devour my juices in utter delight.

He took his fingers out of his mouth and leant down until he could whisper directly in my ear.

“Fucking delicious” he whispered and resumed his gentle nibbling of my neck as he slipped his cool fingers back inside my panties.

Using two of his fingers to spread me open, he used a third finger to dip into the wetness gathered at my entrance before sliding the finger up to circle in confident, firm circles around my swollen clit.

“Fuck!” I gritted out as a spike of pleasure slammed into me at his firm, cool touch on my sensitive bud. “Just like that” I praised as he circled my clit more firmly and quickened his pace as I arched into him again, pressing my sensitive nipples against his chest as firmly as I could through our thick clothing.

“I know” he whispered, and I could feel the smile on his face as he continued to nibble and kiss all those perfect and sensitive spots of my neck and throat.

I moaned and arched, rocking my hips against his circling fingers as I felt the orgasm already building in me. I was going to fucking explode.

“What are you going to do?” he murmured against my skin as I panted and moaned and gripped his strong shoulders for balance.

“What?” I panted out, too distracted by the pleasure of his fingers slipping wetly over my throbbing clit.

“What are you going to do” he repeated “any. Moment. Now” he crooned as I bucked my hips and rode his fingers, edging towards my orgasm faster and faster.

I was moaning and whimpering now, on the edge of one of the fastest orgasms I had ever had.

I realized then what he was asking me.

“I’m going to cum all over your fingers” I moaned out as he circled my clit more feverishly now, biting down hard on my neck, causing me to twitch and whimper in his steely hold.

“Yes, you are. And then you’re going to hike up that tempting little skirt, bend over and let me pump you full of my cum, aren’t you?” he questioned, in a raspy seductive voice.

His filthy words and fingers thrumming over my clit at an impossible pace were sending me crashing in to my orgasm and I couldn’t hold it back.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming” I chanted as I began to thrash wildly in his grip, waves and waves of my orgasm pulsing through my clit and pussy, causing my legs to shake as he held me and, just as my orgasm crested and began to ebb away, he slipped his fingers down and pushed two of them deep inside my pussy.

I trembled even more violently as he caused my orgasm to peak again with his rough pumping fingers until my moans and pants began to slow and I twitched helplessly in his strong hold.  

He kissed me again then, capturing the last of my moans in his mouth as he withdrew his soaking fingers from my underwear.

He pulled away from our passionate kiss and brough his wet fingers up to my mouth.

“Taste how much you want me” he uttered, watching me with a heated expression that felt like it might actually burn me.

I sucked his fingers into my mouth and cleaned myself off of him, feeling a fresh wave of desire at the taste of myself on his cool skin.

“Fucking hell” he whispered, and with a blur of swift movements that again left me reeling, he managed to whip me around, lift my skirt over my hips, yank down my stockings and panties and as I swayed on the spot in a dizzied state of arousal, I could hear the rustle of fabric as he freed his cock.

“Oh my god” I whispered, in dazed anticipation.

“you’re fucking perfect” he praised, and I gasped as he ran the length of his cock through my folds, coating his impressive length in my wetness.

“You’ve already soaked my cock” he whispered in reverent praise and I bent forward further and spread my legs wider, giving him a clear view of my soaking pussy, waiting desperately for him to fuck me.

“Fuuuuck” he breathed out as I felt his eyes devouring the sight of me spread open for him.

“I need you inside me” I panted as I stood bent at the waist on shaky legs, presenting myself to this perfect man and perfect stranger.

“I know, darling. Bring your hands behind your back for me” he instructed in a desperate voice.

I did just that, joining my hands together behind my back at the base of my spine.

“Keep them linked” he instructed, and I nodded, incapable of words now.

He gripped my joined hands in one of his and then lined the broad, rounded tip of his large cock at my soaked entrance.

“I want to hear you” he commanded and then slowly began to push his thick length inside me, inch by agonizingly slow inch.

I groaned as he slowly filled me, felt my pussy clenching around him as waves of pleasure still rippled through me.

He didn’t stop until he was seated fully inside me and then, he twirled his free hand around my hair and yanked my head back

“I’m going to fuck you so hard” he crooned and with one final yank of my hair, he did just that

He didn’t work up to a steady pace, didn’t let me adjust to how full he made me feel. Instead, he immediately began fucking me at brutal pace, withdrawing so just the tip remained inside me and then slamming back all the way inside me, the sound of his skin slapping against my arse and the wet sounds of my soaking pussy obscenely loud in this quiet place.

He fucked me brutally, pulling my head back at an awkward angle, forcing me to meet his eyes as he slammed his cock deep inside me over and over, my clit throbbing and my pussy clenching as yet another orgasm began building in me.

“Eyes on mine darling” he said as my eyes had begun to flutter closed at the intensity of the pleasure he was wringing out of me he as he fucked me like this.

Gripping my joined hands at the base of my spine, he inched his long thumb down until he could press the tip of it inside the tight, puckered hole of my arse. I gasped as he slipped the entire thick tip of it inside me there, and I felt a rush of my wetness escape around the sides of his cock as it filled me, and the slippery feeling of it as it began to soak my thighs.

I couldn’t take it anymore, the relentless way he fucked my pussy and fingered my tight hole was sending me racing toward my second orgasm.

“I’m cumming again” I whimpered out, barely able to form words as I looked up at him pleadingly

“And I’m going fill up your tight little cunt” he replied as his wickedly punishing pace increased, the filthy words so at odds with his beautiful face.

I exploded then, and screamed my pleasure out into the quiet dusk as my orgasm crested and my pussy clenched and clenched over and over again around his huge cock.

I felt it too at just the same time as my climax hit, the pulsing release of his own orgasm filling me up with his cum as he moaned and grunted along with me.

I shuddered a final time as he released his hold on my hands and hair and pressed reverent kisses to the back of my neck and wrapped his arms tenderly around my waist.

He withdrew himself from me with a flick of his hips and I felt the strangely cool rush of liquid gently flowing out of my pussy.

I heard him swiftly redressing himself before he carefully pulled my stockings and panties back in place and pulled my skirt back down, before whirling me around on the spot to face him.

He tenderly gripped my face in his hands before planting a passionate kiss on my lips. He held my face there as his eyes searched my thoroughly pleased face and he smirked at the satisfaction he must have seen written there as plain as day.

“I really hope you come back again darling” he said in a low voice

“I think I might have to” I panted out, still trying to catch my breath and my bearings as I looked up at him.

“And guess what?” he asked, a mischievous grin slipping over his face as he still held me there.

“What?” I whispered, smiling dazedly.

He leant down to whisper in my ear once again.

“I told you we’d have you screaming” he whispered.

My mouth gaped open and as I blinked in disbelief and, admittedly, amused agreement, I watched in stunned disbelief as he dematerialized before my very eyes, becoming one with the swirling mist all around us.