Haunted Seductions

by Sahara Kelly

  She suppressed a giggle. “You don’t have to whisper, you know.” She wrote more letters as the Ouija board continued its communication.

  “Well?” Louis’s voice was still a bit shaky, but growing more normal as he began to accept the phenomenon on his kitchen table.

  “Okay.” Cory leaned back as the planchet skidded to a halt. “Let’s see what we’ve got here.” She held the paper to the candle. “Oh.”

  “What?”

  “Um…it’s kinda X-rated. You blush easily?”

  Louis raised his eyebrow. “No, do you?”

  Cory swallowed. “Well, remember this is the board talking, not me, okay?”

  “Just read it.” Louis glared at her.

  “Here goes.” Cory blessed the shadows of the candlelight as she read the words. “Remember I’m trying to make sense of a less than literal communication here…”

  “Cory…”

  “Don’t yell.” She gulped as she held up the paper. “Au dessous left nipple. Under the breast. C’s favorite spot. Suck her there.”

  “Hmm.” Louis’s eyes drifted to Cory’s breasts, and in spite of her determination, she knew her nipples were beading beneath her soft halter top. “Go on.”

  She quite failed to look at him. This was outrageous enough without having to watch his face at the same time. “Fuck hard. Then love softly. Take what is yours. It is here. C loves B. Forever.” She paused. “There is one more line.”

  “Go ahead.” Louis sounded a little tense.

  “Find my soul. Bring me peace eternal. Au ‘voir.”

  There was silence for a moment as both human occupants of the room considered the message sent them by the Ouija board. Then the skies opened once more and rain thundered down on Love Alley, drenching it with tears from the clouds.

  *~~*~~*

  The night had turned nasty with sheets of rain and lightning, which lit up the sky. The low rumble of thunder shook Honey to her core. She had sent her live-in housekeeper away and put on a thin silk negligee that really didn’t cover anything. Maurice said he wanted her naked and she was two untied ribbons away from it.

  She lay on the old antique couch, waiting patiently. She didn’t know why. She’d never waited for a man before and wasn’t quite sure why she was doing it now. It had always been her leading the way, her controlling the tempo and direction of a relationship. Something in Maurice broke every rule she had when it came to men. And she had only just met him.

  The rain continued to make a splattering sound on the wood steps and after a while the sound soothed Honey. It was getting later and later, and no Maurice.

  “Bastard stood me up. I knew he wouldn’t show.” She was angry and tired, and deep inside there was a definite twinge of disappointment.

  A bright flash of light followed by a crackle of thunder exploded in the night air. Honey jumped and was suddenly in total darkness as the power went out.

  “Oh fucking great. I send everyone home and now I have no power.” Wandering around the room she lit some of her decorative candles and then walked over to turn on the gas fireplace.

  It was getting a little cooler outside and she still had the front door ajar with the screen keeping the bugs out. Her night looked like it was a bust. With a sigh she was about to close the door when another flash of light lit the sky. Honey jumped as she saw the shadow of a man in front of her screen. As the thunder rumbled so did his voice.

  “I see you were waiting up for me.” It was Maurice.

  Honey caught her breath. “Shit, you scared me.”

  “I thought I told you I wanted you to be naked. Why do you have that thing on? I want to see what I’m gonna be fucking.” His words were coarse and harsh, but it made Honey moist between her legs.

  Maurice pulled the screen door open and stepped in from the porch, closing both doors behind him and letting the darkness of the room envelop him. The only light came from the fire and candles. “You have anything to drink?”

  “What would you like? I have white wine spritzer, some imported beer… “

  “You have any whiskey? I hate taking shortcuts to drinking.”

  Honey bent down to look toward the back of the wet bar.

  “Damn, you have a nice ass. Can’t wait to start pounding on that later.” Again his coarse comments cut through Honey’s characteristic control and made her hot inside.

  “I don’t have any ice…”

  Maurice interrupted her. “Just give me the bottle.”

  Honey walked up and handed Maurice the bottle as he stood dripping on her floor. She realized he’d walked from his truck to the house in the pouring rain. He was drenched—his clothes clinging to him like a layer of skin. The T-shirt outlined his broad chest and his jeans plastered to his hips.

  “The fire.” He nodded to the flames. “I need to dry off a bit.”

  Honey grabbed an afghan off the top of the couch and draped it over an expensive antique chair beside the fireplace. “This is a real nice chair. Why don’t you sit here?”

  Maurice stepped next to Honey and her breasts brushed against his wet skin. Jolts of electricity shot through her body. She wanted him more than any other man she had ever desired. She’d given up wondering why, she just knew she did.

  Maurice plopped into the chair with a thud. He pulled his wet curly hair back with his hand and Honey watched as the muscles flexed on his arms. He seemed tired and Honey awkwardly tried to break the ice with small talk.

  “So how long you been livin’ around these parts?”

  Maurice took a long, full drink from the bottle and swallowed. He shook his head. “I didn’t come here to talk. Since you’re sitting there, looking so fucking hot, why don’t you show me your pussy?”

  “Pardon?” Honey blinked.

  “Your pussy. I want to see it.” He smiled and the glistening white of his teeth shone through his beard. “Show me, Alice.”

  Honey melted. Her barriers were breaking down, one by one, useless in the face of the desire she felt for this man and the urge to please him. It was raw, uncivilized and the most exciting thing she’d done in her life. She sat on the couch, across from him and took a deep breath.

  Maurice leaned back and watched as Honey spread her legs apart.

  “Damn, that is one fine-looking pussy. Nice wet folds of flesh. They’re shining in the candlelight.” Maurice’s gaze was fixed on her crotch. “Open those lips Alice. I want to see more.”

  Honey swallowed and reached her hand down to do what he asked. Her fingertips slid easily along the slippery skin. She looked down and opened her labia revealing the pink flesh inside. Her body was burning with excitement that threatened to erupt.

  “Mmm, mm, damn, I can’t wait to sink my tongue into that thing. Do you want me to eat your pussy, Alice?”

  Honey wanted to scream yes, but battled the urge. It would be too much like surrendering completely—and she wasn’t quite ready to do that. Not just yet. “I like a man to lick my pussy.” She became even more aroused by the thought of sitting on his face and grinding onto his tongue as it danced against her clit.

  He took another drink from the bottle and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His demeanor hadn’t changed but he seemed to be getting affected by Honey’s exposure. “You know what I’d like to see? I’d love to watch you get yourself off. Do that for me, Alice. Show me how you play with your pussy and get yourself off.”

  “Is that what you want?” Honey wasn’t quite sure she’d heard him. Her ears were buzzing with the heat that flooded her.

  “Alice, I want to watch you fuck yourself with your fingers.”

  The direct command excited her to fever pitch. She’d never done this for a man before, never had a man ask this of her, but his interest spurred her on.

  Honey sat back on the couch and breathed out—trying to calm her body before the storm she knew was coming. It had nothing to do with the weather, either, but everything to do with the man staring at her in the dim, flickering light. Th
ere was lust in his eyes and she could almost see a wicked aura to his mood. She was hotter than hot for him.

  She let her fingers massage her pussy, the folds of flesh becoming slicker and fuller as her arousal increased. Honey licked her lips and swallowed a gasp of excitement as she let her fingertip slip between the labia. Warmth flowed through her veins as the opening was breached. Her finger swirled around her folds of flesh and the heightening of her desires made her begin to pant. Her pussy longed for the real thing, which was inside Maurice’s pants. She wanted his thick cock, not her thin fingers.

  “I’m not sure I can do this.” Honey was wet and horny, but unaccustomed to taking matters into her own hands. Except for those times in the bathtub with her expensive showerheads.

  “Come on, Alice. You’ve been a bad girl before, and I know you’ve fucked yourself before. Close your eyes and imagine what I tell you.” His coarse words ripped at her need, opening up dark places with a key only he seemed to possess.

  Honey closed her eyes and pictured Maurice in her mind as she heard his footsteps getting closer. She continued letting her fingers massage her soaking skin.

  “Can you see me, Alice?” His hot breath was next to her ear, making her shudder. He must be leaning over her, bending close. “I’m looking at you, wanting you, craving to bury my cock into that tight, sweet pussy.”

  Her fingers moved faster with the encouragement of his words guiding the images in her mind. She could see him fucking her. Her mind watched as he sunk into her inch by inch and when her fingertips brushed her clit, the inner muscles clenched the imaginary cock.

  As she began to breathe faster she felt something—a pair of hands grasping her breasts. “I can’t stand this fucking lacy thing. I want to see those big beautiful tits you smothered into my face earlier today.” With a tug he pulled her negligee open, freeing her breasts as her nipples hardened into taut buds of sensation.

  His rough hands rubbed against the softness of her skin and she moaned. “Can I open my eyes? I want…”

  “No. Keep your eyes closed. You haven’t come yet.”

  The mystery of what Maurice might be doing both tantalized her a little and sent a shiver of nerves through her body. He was stalking around her. Telling her what to imagine, talking to her like no man had ever talked to her before.

  And she loved it, craved more of it and would’ve done anything he commanded without a blink. He’d found her weakness and she was riding a wave of arousal he had created within her.

  “Put two fingers inside because I have a big cock and plan to ride you hard. You like it hard don’t you? You like it when a man hammers it home until his balls are slapping against you. I’m going to fuck you Alice. I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop, then I’m going to fuck you some more.”

  The raunchiness made Honey gasp. She longed for him now, almost angry that he wasn’t already inside her. Her fingers furiously stroked against her clit as his words burned images into her mind of hard, rough sexual acts. Her peak was near.

  “Alice, keep your eyes closed.”

  Curious, she did as she was told, straining her ears for a clue about what would come next.

  Zzzzzzzzzip.

  Oh God yes. He’d undone his pants and now she could have him.

  “Damn Alice, you’ve gotten my cock real hard. It can’t wait to fuck you.” Maurice had a fiendish tone to his voice. He stepped next to Honey and rubbed the head of his cock along the line of her jaw. “You want to suck my cock, Alice? I’m a sucker for a good blowjob before sex. It makes me last longer when we get to the fucking. Seeing those big tits and that sweet pink pussy’s made me hornier ‘n hell.”

  With his hand he guided her head forward and she knew he was standing in front of her now. He opened his legs wide, forcing Honey’s legs apart with his.

  Finally Honey could stand it no longer, and she opened her eyes to see Maurice holding his thick cock in his hand. He tapped the head against her chin and then rested it against her lips. “Make me come with you, Alice.”

  A deep hunger filled Honey’s body. It burned in her. She had a need to release her sexual desire and make this man understand how painful her need was.

  She closed her eyes and frantically rubbed on her clit, finding her juices flowing like a river and her mouth watering for her first taste of him. Her lips parted and she let Maurice’s long cock glide into her mouth. At first she gagged as the wide head touched the back of her throat, but then she found her pace and let her tongue learn him.

  Letting him out a bit she kept one hand playing between her legs and lifted the other to his balls. Like a virtuoso she played his instrument with great expertise. His groans of pleasure were the chorus for the crescendo of the music she played. “Fuck Alice, mmm, baby you suck good. Damn, if you do this with your mouth I can just imagine what you’re gonna do with your pussy.”

  Honey was beside herself. She was feeling the spasms of her orgasm as it began to build deep within her.

  Her mouth sucked in the saliva that trickled from the corners of her mouth. It was too much for her to handle and she began to clench her ass tight, trying to fight the inevitable. She was coming and wanted to take Maurice with her.

  “Oh fuck Alice, you’re going to make me—oh shit—oh shit— “

  While her pussy creamed with her juices she grasped Maurice’s balls in her hand and gently squeezed them and let him slide deep into her throat.

  “Fuck baby.” Maurice put his hand on the back of her head, pulling it closer to his body. Her lips locked tight around his cock and with a loud groan he spewed hot seed into her throat. Over and over he spurted the hot juice into her mouth.

  She gulped and swallowed and gulped again, torn between the thundering orgasm sweeping through her and the pulsing cock in her mouth. Her body clenched at her own fingers, wet and violent, and she fought for breath as Maurice’s cock finally softened on her tongue. If she could have, she would have screamed.

  Finally, staggering back a few steps and pulling free of her lips, Maurice sighed heavily and began to laugh.

  Honey slumped into the couch and tugged the lace back over her breasts in a futile attempt to cover her nakedness. Eventually, she gave up and laughed too. “Damn, I can’t believe I did that. We just met today. I feel like such a slut.” It was a joking comment, but beneath it was a definite ring of truth. This sooo wasn’t like her to act this way, but she didn’t care. It felt fucking great.

  “Hell, we just got started.” Maurice left his pants undone and tugged on his cock a few times. He leaned over, grabbed the bottle of whiskey and motioned Honey to get up. “When I’m done with you Alice, you’ll feel like a hooker after a bachelor party. Let’s go upstairs. Now we really get to fuck.”

  *~~*~~*

  Louis stared across the kitchen table at Cory, aroused, sweating and unable to keep his mind off her left breast. “So.” He leaned in toward her. “Do you have a sweet spot under your left nipple?”

  She fidgeted, blushed and refused to meet his gaze. “None of your business.”

  He leaned even closer. “Apparently, our spirit guides think it is.”

  “Well, they’re nuts.” Cory folded her arms protectively over her breasts.

  “You haven’t answered the question.” A little smile crossed his lips. God, I’d like to find out for myself.

  “This is ridiculous.” Cory pushed herself roughly away from the table and stood, at the exact moment when a crooked cabinet door fell open and a half open bottle of wine tipped up, dousing her thoroughly. “Oh fuckin’ shit.”

  She jumped, but could not avoid the shower of red liquid, which soaked her top, her skirt and clung to her hair.

  Louis bit back a laugh. He was human and damn if she didn’t look like a drowned rat, but it wasn’t worth his life to laugh at her predicament.

  “Shit shit shit. I’m soaked.” She frowned at him, clearly indicating the whole thing was his fault.

  “I’m so sorry, I thought that
bottle was corked. And how the door opened, I have no clue.” He stood and reached for paper towels. “Maybe it was one of your spirit buddies.”

  “Very funny.” She dabbed ineffectively at her clothes. “Eeeuucch. I’m stinking like a bar on Sunday morning.”

  Louis shook his head. “Upstairs. Just off my room you’ll find the bathroom, remember? There’s no shower, but a huge tub. And there should still be enough hot water left in the tank for a bath. I think. Dump your clothes in the sink to soak.”

  She sighed. “I don’t have much choice. Okay. Thanks. I’ll take another candle with me.” With a little more mopping and dabbing, Cory squelched out of the kitchen and Louis heard the stair treads squeak as she went up to the second floor. Shortly thereafter, the loud hum of the water pipes replaced the silence as Cory turned on the faucets.

  He looked back at the Ouija board. The hair on the back of his neck stood up as the planchet moved once more. He spelled out the words. “Take her. Make her come. With mouth, with hands, with cock. I give her to you to fuck. And to love.”

  Louis gulped back a gasp. This was major freaky shit, and he wasn’t quite sure it was anything more than his own lusts translated into some sort of telekinetic energy. The damn thing started up once more.

  “Don’ forget de ass. Wimmen luv de ass.”

  His skin chilled as a rich masculine laugh echoed somewhere in the darkness, soft but clear. This was about as freaky as he ever wanted to get. He stared at the board, but it was still, sitting there looking just like most Ouija boards he’d ever seen.

  Skeptical his entire life about things he couldn’t actually hold in his hand, Louis was struggling with all of this…this…otherworldly stuff, but his practical mind simply couldn’t ignore the evidence of his own eyes. Perhaps there was something more than he’d imagined up to now. Perhaps there were spirits, souls moving in another plane, touching his reality now and again.

  Or perhaps it was just fucking hot, he was horny and an amazingly sexy woman was upstairs naked in his bath.

  He wondered if she would “luv de ass”. His cock ached at the mere thought, and when he heard her call his name, something prompted him to think positively. He reached into his small travel bag and shoved a few condoms into his shorts pocket.