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A Halloween story - by request
David was suitably impressed to have received an invitation to Lord Billingham's Halloween party. He knew that Victoria, the peer's youngest daughter, was taken by him, as she had frequently visited his art gallery in Nottingham.
His Morgan sports car snarled down the winding drive towards the red-brick Victorian pile which was Hadley Hall. Victoria, her long brunette hair hanging dank in the October fog, was there to greet him. "Hello, David! I am so glad that you could come. I'll show you up to your room, as everyone else is busy getting ready for tonight." David thought that this was a none-too-subtle way of spending some time alone, but he didn't mind, as he could focus on Vikki's gorgeous legs and cute rear as he followed her upstairs, carrying his case. They traversed a long passage, overlooking a huge hall set with tables; David's heart skipped a beat as he saw a beautiful girl, dressed in the dark, formal attire of a maid, enter the hall. Her blonde hair shone like the sun, and she walked with a lithe grace which was stunning. "What are you looking at?" demanded Vikki. "Oh, just the paintings ... professional interest, you know ", David murmured.
The party was huge, with over 200 guests. The band was average at best, and even the Halloween fancy dress was predictable. David's Robin Hood outfit was adequate, but matched by about 10 others - after all, he was the local hero! Plenty of servants circulated with food and drink trays, and David did his best to spot the blonde girl in the crowd, but with no luck. Vikki had gone off in a huff when she sensed his distraction, and started talking to a tall, thin chap that Dave remembered seeing at a meet of the local hunt.
It was after 1am before the last of the guests thanked their host and hostess and left the Great Hall. David had completely lost sight of Vikki, and thought better of hunting for her. Slipping into the large, oaken bed in his dark panelled bedroom, he laid his throbbing head on the pillow, and cursed his luck. No Vikki, and no cute maid, either.
His dreams were filled with fanastic images.....swirling colours, silk hangings which he forced his way through, silvery laughter leading him on. He surfaced into a semi-waking state, the moonlight playing across his face. He groaned as a spasm shook his frame; he was fully erect and a staggering sucking sensation was making him larger than he had ever been. "Vi...Vikki?" David thought that she must want to make it up with him, and had decided to creep into his room to give him this fabulous blowjob.
His hands clenched, then sought Vikki's head to push it onto his throbbing, turgid member. He looked down, and at the same moment a shaft of moonlight illuminated the long blonde tresses and smooth naked flesh of his companion. "YOU! Your the..." and then groaned as the fevered sucking and rapidly swirling tongue of the maid drove him over the edge into a void filled with stars. As he lay there, gasping, like a spent hound, he heard a tinkling laugh and felt a cold draft. "Come back! Please!" David leapt out of bed, and ran towards the door, snapping on the light. Suddenly he realized that it might not be a good idea to run around a strange house naked, and covered in what felt like gallons of cum. He glanced down, and stopped in shock. There, in the bright electric light, he saw that he had indeed cum a copious amount, but that he was covered from the waist down, in a sticky, jelly-like substance, which glowed faintly. "My God! Ectoplasm!"
Breakfast the following morning, with the family and a few house guests, was a strained affair between David and Vikki. Coldly, she said that she would see him off. As he climbed into the Morgan, she told him that she thought he ought to have paid more attention to him at the party, and that she was having second thoughts about inviting him to dinner the following week. He tried to mollify her, then asked, casually, "I don't suppose the Hall is haunted, by any chance?" Vikki looked at him strangely, "We only have one; a maid servant slipped on the stairs about 150 years ago, and broke her neck. She is seen sometimes in the upper floors. It's said she was rather pretty. Why?" "Oh, just curious" said David, "I hope to see you next week, Vikki", and chuckled as he wheeled the big Morgan down the gravel driveway. 'I'd better get the same bedroom........' he thought.
David was suitably impressed to have received an invitation to Lord Billingham's Halloween party. He knew that Victoria, the peer's youngest daughter, was taken by him, as she had frequently visited his art gallery in Nottingham.
His Morgan sports car snarled down the winding drive towards the red-brick Victorian pile which was Hadley Hall. Victoria, her long brunette hair hanging dank in the October fog, was there to greet him. "Hello, David! I am so glad that you could come. I'll show you up to your room, as everyone else is busy getting ready for tonight." David thought that this was a none-too-subtle way of spending some time alone, but he didn't mind, as he could focus on Vikki's gorgeous legs and cute rear as he followed her upstairs, carrying his case. They traversed a long passage, overlooking a huge hall set with tables; David's heart skipped a beat as he saw a beautiful girl, dressed in the dark, formal attire of a maid, enter the hall. Her blonde hair shone like the sun, and she walked with a lithe grace which was stunning. "What are you looking at?" demanded Vikki. "Oh, just the paintings ... professional interest, you know ", David murmured.
The party was huge, with over 200 guests. The band was average at best, and even the Halloween fancy dress was predictable. David's Robin Hood outfit was adequate, but matched by about 10 others - after all, he was the local hero! Plenty of servants circulated with food and drink trays, and David did his best to spot the blonde girl in the crowd, but with no luck. Vikki had gone off in a huff when she sensed his distraction, and started talking to a tall, thin chap that Dave remembered seeing at a meet of the local hunt.
It was after 1am before the last of the guests thanked their host and hostess and left the Great Hall. David had completely lost sight of Vikki, and thought better of hunting for her. Slipping into the large, oaken bed in his dark panelled bedroom, he laid his throbbing head on the pillow, and cursed his luck. No Vikki, and no cute maid, either.
His dreams were filled with fanastic images.....swirling colours, silk hangings which he forced his way through, silvery laughter leading him on. He surfaced into a semi-waking state, the moonlight playing across his face. He groaned as a spasm shook his frame; he was fully erect and a staggering sucking sensation was making him larger than he had ever been. "Vi...Vikki?" David thought that she must want to make it up with him, and had decided to creep into his room to give him this fabulous blowjob.
His hands clenched, then sought Vikki's head to push it onto his throbbing, turgid member. He looked down, and at the same moment a shaft of moonlight illuminated the long blonde tresses and smooth naked flesh of his companion. "YOU! Your the..." and then groaned as the fevered sucking and rapidly swirling tongue of the maid drove him over the edge into a void filled with stars. As he lay there, gasping, like a spent hound, he heard a tinkling laugh and felt a cold draft. "Come back! Please!" David leapt out of bed, and ran towards the door, snapping on the light. Suddenly he realized that it might not be a good idea to run around a strange house naked, and covered in what felt like gallons of cum. He glanced down, and stopped in shock. There, in the bright electric light, he saw that he had indeed cum a copious amount, but that he was covered from the waist down, in a sticky, jelly-like substance, which glowed faintly. "My God! Ectoplasm!"
Breakfast the following morning, with the family and a few house guests, was a strained affair between David and Vikki. Coldly, she said that she would see him off. As he climbed into the Morgan, she told him that she thought he ought to have paid more attention to him at the party, and that she was having second thoughts about inviting him to dinner the following week. He tried to mollify her, then asked, casually, "I don't suppose the Hall is haunted, by any chance?" Vikki looked at him strangely, "We only have one; a maid servant slipped on the stairs about 150 years ago, and broke her neck. She is seen sometimes in the upper floors. It's said she was rather pretty. Why?" "Oh, just curious" said David, "I hope to see you next week, Vikki", and chuckled as he wheeled the big Morgan down the gravel driveway. 'I'd better get the same bedroom........' he thought.
