Halloween Horror: Fucking a Stranger

Girl has sex with a person she believes to be her boyfriend on Halloween.

Layla’s new boyfriend, Sam called her on Halloween morning and asked her what her plans were for that night. Layla told him that she hadn’t made any plans, really. There were a few parties she was considering and she didn’t get very many children trick or treating in the neighborhood.

“I might just stay in and scare myself with some horror movies.” Layla said.

“I’d love to keep you company, if you don’t mind.” Sam replied.

“No, of course I don’t mind. I was hoping you’d want to come over and hang out with me tonight.”

Sam and Layla were in the beginning of our relationship so Layla wasn’t in the demanding stage just yet.

“Great!” Sam said. “Expect me between 8 and 9.”

At about 7:30 on Halloween night, Layla poured herself a vodka and coke and turned on her TV. There was no shortage of horror movies on, so she flipped the channels around, trying to decide what to watch until Sam showed up.

Layla heard a knock at her front door and standing there was a man, dressed all in black, a black cloak around his body and wearing a hideous grotesque mask. He opened his arms, as if asking for a hug.

“Sam… that’s a really scary mask.” Layla chuckled. He didn’t respond, just stood there under her porch light, with his arms outstretched. Layla stepped out and hugged him but he didn’t hug her back, he kept his arms out and Layla heard his deep breaths under his mask. Layla stood there awkwardly, not really knowing what to do. She had mentioned to Sam before that she really loved being scared on Halloween, so maybe this was his way of making the night more fun for her.

Layla took his hand and led him inside. He stood in the middle of her living room as she sat down on the couch.

“Sit down, Sam. I was just about to watch “The Shining”. For the 10th time.”

Layla laughed but Sam didn’t move. He didn’t speak or move, just stood there breathing deeply.

“Do you want a drink?” Layla asked. No response. “Okay, well, I’m going to get a refill.”

Layla felt odd, as if she was talking to herself and she heard the change in her voice. Layla was starting to get nervous and uncomfortable. Maybe she should just pull the mask off his face and make him stop. But at the same time, she was enjoying it a little. It felt as if she was in her own horror movie. Layla decided to let Sam have his fun scaring her. What’s the harm? they’d laugh about it later.

Layla walked back into the living room with my fresh drink. Sam hadn’t moved. She sat down and looked at him, not knowing what to say next.

“Where did you get the mask?” Layla asked. No answer. She took a sip of her drink.

“Have you watched “The Shining” before?” Layla inquired. No answer.

“Do you want to fuck?” Layla asked.

Now Sams head moved slightly and he spread his arms out again like he did outside. Layla laughed, now starting to calm down.

‘This was going to be okay’ she thought.

Layla led him to her bedroom and undressed. Sam stood there, silently watching her.

“Want to…get in bed?” Layla asked awkwardly,

Pointing to the bed, Sam didn’t respond, Layla guess she’d have to get creative. Layla lifted his cloak and unzipped his pants, she pulled his dick out and stroked it. Sam was already hard. His breathing got heavier under his mask. Layla turned away from him, facing away and bent over, still holding his cock in one hand. She guided it inside her pussy and backed into it slowly. Layla was still for a second, thinking he would now start to pump his cock into her but he didn’t move. Layla guessed that she was going to do all the work . Layla started to move back and forth against Sam as he stood still, grinding and moving her hips around in circles. Sam never moved or touched her. Layla felt as if she was essentially using his dick as a toy, just masturbating on it. Layla looked back at him, staring at the hideous mask as she rode his cock. After a few minutes, she orgasmed, loudly and stepped away, causing his dick to pop out of her pussy.

“That was different.” Layla said, panting and facing him.

Sams breathing was still heavy and he stood there, still not moving or speaking. Layla looked around the room and found her bathrobe. She slipped it on, watching him.

“Okay… I’m going to go get a drink of water. I’ll be right back.”

Layla waited for a response and wasn’t surprised when she didn’t get one. She shrugged her shoulders and walked into the kitchen.

‘This is getting annoying now, besides being creepy.’ Layla thought.

On her way back to the bedroom with her glass of water, Layla heard another knock on her front door. Maybe some trick or treaters. She had a few candy bars by the door just in case. Layla opened the front door and when she saw who was standing there, her blood turned cold.

“Hey babe.” Sam smiled at her from the front porch. When Sam saw Layla’s expression, he frowned.

“What’s the matter? Are you okay? Layla! Layla! Say something. What’s wrong???”

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