Ever live with someone you never saw? Henry was. It's been a week since he moved into the third floor apartment. He felt like he was being watched every second he was there.
Two events, the first, a pretty woman getting on the elevator with him, after the doors closed, turned to him. Her eyes, hidden behind sunglasses. She asked, "do you live in 312?"
"Yes." He felt a flutter in his stomach, her voice grave. "Move out, its haunted." The doors opened for Henry's floor, before stepping out, she touched his arm, holding him back. She took off her glasses, her blue eyes on his, fearful. For him? For her knowledge? He wasn't sure. "I'm serious!" She said.
The second event was after a series of what's going on events. Henry always had to pee as soon as he woke up in the morning. Once he moved in though, his need to pee was accompanied by a huge hard on. He never had those before, he also felt touched there. It was hard to pee with such a hard on too. What was going on?
At the end of his first week, he woke on the morning of Oct 30. He felt his hard on, he also felt the lightest of touches. Throwing back the blanket, he saw his shorts pulled down. His cock fully erect. Could he have pulled down the shorts? Yes, but he wasn't touching himself, and he was about to...cum. Staring, wide eyed, his cock being very gently stroked. The skin, he could see it moving up and down. Terrified, but also turned on, he came. Hot cum landing on his stomach.
There is another event to share, two actually. After racing from the bedroom, cum sticking to him, unseen eyes watching him. Henry showered, shaking with fear, wondering why he moaned so loud when he came. He's never been a moaner, but he just did, during the hottest orgasm he ever had. There was a message for him on the kitchen table. Squiggled writing in sugar spilled from the jar, it said, one night.
The one night was that night, Henry fell asleep on the couch. He woke, the apartment dark. The tv was on, now just a dark screen. Was there a power failure? No. He saw a light through the patio door, it was from the courtyard. Before he moved, she came out of the kitchen, her naked body outlined from the light. She moved with no sound, her body moving like a snake. His cock sprang to life in his pants. Liking her round breasts, her sensual curves.
He was naked, standing in front of her. How did that happen so quick? She sank to her knees, looking up at him. She sucked him in her mouth, sucking unbelievable hard. He came, thick cum dripped from her cheek, her lips, and chin. Moaning as she licked his dripping cock.
Is this story true? You can ask me, but are you sure you want to know?
|
Submitted by:
Touch
view profile
|
You have new unread mail messages!
Click here for your Inbox!
