Halloween Ball

Halloween Ball

Who would have ever thought buying a run-down antebellum mansion would cause such a quandary? Certainly not me. I realized fixer uppers come with a variety of issues; never considering it could come with its own unique baggage. Ghosts! All I wanted was a place to live, open a bed and breakfast and write.

I'm Layla, a 6'.2". tall green eyed, fit, black haired woman. My shiny hair is straight and hangs to my rounded plump derriere. Most women would say, I am not well proportion, as my huge breasts (40DDD) dominate over-shadowing my tiny waist (22.5 inches). My stomach is flat and my hips are curvy (38"). Most of my height is in my legs. I have been told I am a head turner. I get wet when I notice men eat me alive with their eyes.

The house sits on 350 acres of partially wooded land. Has a pond, barn and some other out building. There used to be slave quarters near the back field but they are long gone. There is a paddock for a couple of the horses I bought the first year I moved in. An old cemetery with a crypt and 33 unusual headstones grace the field near the end of the lane. I was told the house had a dark past as a family plantation with slaves. It passed on to a family member then eventually was inherited by a young savvy businessman who converted it to an upscale brothel that supported his wealthiest clients. The house became party central on holidays with extravagant soirees. After the owner died at a ripe old age without heirs, it was bought by one of his younger clients and fell into deep disrepair sitting empty for a few decades. That's where I come in.

Loads of work was needed inside and out, but having just gotten a hefty inheritance I was able to bring the rural property back to its full glory. The house had been added to over the year touting a ballroom and additional bedrooms with baths. During restoration workers uncovered hidden carpeted hallways on the first three floors within the walls, chairs, tables and even sofas but the most unusual thing was that from the secret hallways there were peep holes to view each and every room. A hidden staircase allowed a person to move undetected from floor to floor. The top floor an attic had stairs to a widows walk on the roof. In case you are wondering, during renovation I decided to keep the passageways with peep holes.

My room is the largest on the third floor which covers the full width of the house. It has two sets of great big French doors leading to the covered outdoor balcony. I love to have the doors open for sweet night air. All floors except the attic have wrap around balconies on three sides; except on my floor I built barriers so the guests in the back of the house could not access my living space. I have lived in this house for four years and my guests love it. How do I know? Many come back during holiday festivities, especially Halloween because my house is haunted.

When I first moved in my suite is where odd occurrences began. My bathroom was almost the size of a guest room with a large walk in shower a huge clawed tub, made for two people, plenty of mirrors, big walk in closets with passage to my hidden hallways.

I moved into the house mid-September. I had not started taking guest but did start advertising a Halloween gala. I was convinced by a couple of locals to resume the holiday parties which were infamous and part of the towns history. I thought why not what harm could be done. I assumed local people would recommend the house if they felt a part of it. My parties were open to the community by invitation only and of course those who booked a room. Some now book a year in advance just to come back.

In the beginning, my seventh evening in the house a bottle of wine and candles and a nice long soak was planned. I had ridden my stallion hard that day and smelled of barn. There was a warming breeze blowing in from the open balcony doors, I was removing my clothes and the air turned frigid. My nipples hardened instantly with areolas shrinking around them. It was spine chilling, if I had hairs on the back of my neck they would have been erect. I wondered how the air could be so cold when it was warm outside. Paying attention to my body, I ran my hands briskly across my nipples in an attempt to warm them. Giving my nips a little tweak as I did. That quickly sent a bolt of energy to my pussy. Hmmm.

I had already drawn my bath and stepped in sinking up to my shoulders to take the chill away. Ohhh, the water felt great. I was well relaxed and half way through a bottle of wine when I started tweaking my nipples and rubbing my clit. I was getting turned on. My eyes rolled back in my head as I masturbated. Arousal rising I was getting close to release when I heard footsteps, then it sounded like someone was breathing heavy. Sitting up higher in the tub the air in the room was still cold. My nipples hard with goosebumps forming on my exposed upper body. I knew all the doors and windows were securely locked, alarm was set and I was alone. I disregarded it as sound of an old house and sank down in the water.

"What a body you have. I want you," a voice said as the candles in the room flickered. "I want to fuck you. I SAID, I want to fuck you. Then I am going to show you how to have a real Halloween ball. I know you are planning a gala." The voice thundered through the room.

I thought, "What the heck," and shot up out of the tub, looking around with the intent of running to my bedroom room, I slipped and fell flat on the hardwood floor from the water running off my body. Lifting up on my hands and knees the deep commanding voice yelled, "STAY THERE." I froze, in terror shivering in the cold room. Then two hands grabbed me one on my left breast and the other on my right and I could feel the weight of a big powerful body wrapping itself across my ass and back. I thought, 'it feels like a giant.' Looking down, there were no hands on my tits. Nobody there.

"What the fuck is this," I screamed.

"I have not had wet pussy in a long time, I am going to love this," he said as he rammed me with his very hard, deeply penetrating cock uttering "Ummmmmmph" as he did it over and over again.

Oh my God, I am being attacked by a ghost on my bathroom floor. But I was frozen like a deer in the head lights unable to move. He brutally squeezed my tits, "Owww, that hurts," I cried out.

Laughing, yelling, "SILENCE."

I gulped as his hands moved just to my nipples pinching them hard. He raised up his body with a hand on my center back holding me down, and smacked my ass and told me I better behave as he rocked my body with his thrusts. "Tonight I am going to show you one of my Halloween parties."

Slowing his tempo it started to feel so very good. My pussy was very wet as his cock massaged my clit and g-spot. "Fuck, I thought this bastard is going to make me cum." Giving over to the pleasure, which was so easy to do, I started grinding into his groin, making him laugh.

"I knew I could make you my bitch when you bought this house. I am going to get much pleasure taking you whenever I want," he stated, banging my tight pussy very hard as he pushed me and himself over the edge.

I screamed ferociously as I burst violently into orgasm. The room temperature changed instantly it was warm again, the weight of his body was gone. Flipping over, there was no one there. Shocked I stood up, my body shaking as I spun around scanning my bathroom for the intruder. I was alone there was no way he passed me into my bedroom but I rushed into my bedroom to see who it was. No one was there. Running out onto the balcony there was no one there. What the hell just happened to me? Analyzing the situation, I wondered what was in my bottle of wine to make me hallucinate. It could not have been a hallucination. Could it? He could not have gone over the railing from the third floor. I stood dumbfounded looking out into the darkness of the night. Struggling to come to terms with what has just happened. Did I buy a haunted house?

Convincing myself it was the wine, walking back into my bathroom I blew out the candles, drained the tub and climbed into my over-sized walnut four-poster bed. Pulling a sheet up over me a deep sleep consumed me.

That night I dreamed of a Halloween Ball unlike any I had ever attended. There was a large room it seem like it was my ballroom but the décor was much different. It was a masked ball with loads of people all shapes and size in elaborate custom made costumes. But, the one thing that stood out was all the women in the room had their breasts exposed in various ways. Some of their costumes were made to expose breasts. Others had cut outs to allow titties to show.

One woman dressed like a cow her pendulous breasts hanging out with more fashioned after her own dangling breasts beneath them and her costume was crotchless. Another notable costume was a woman with perky pointy tits dressed as a belly dancer with her tits rising up over a balcony bra sequined and draped, her ass was uncovered so when she danced it shook for all to see. There was every kind of breast you could imagine in that room. I had never seen so many various nipple shapes and sizes. I licked my lips thinking, so many beautiful tits and hard cocks are in this room. Some women even had cut outs in their costumes showing their mons pubis or asses.

Some men had chaps on everything western and no pants. One man was dressed like a horse with a massive cock hanging way out. Others had cut out pants revealing their swinging cocks as they danced. Yes, dangling dongs everywhere. They were dancing and laughing and carrying on, hundreds of them. Everyone had some part of them exposed except their faces. A small symphony played on one end of the room. Enticing all to the dance floor.

The music suddenly stopped. The men and women as if on cue left the dance floor turning to face it. Moments later, seven very tall masked men marched onto the center of the dance floor wearing some kind of unidentifiable uniform decorated with military badges and ribbons on their chests unlike any I had ever seen. A sword hung from their sides. The front of their pants were cut out showing huge long hard wide cocks standing erect swaying as they moved bringing their feet down with a stomp, they created a wide circle. There was no way anyone in the room could look away. They stood there hard and erect at attention.

The symphony started in with Maurice Ravel's Bolero. Then came dancing masked women with long wispy transparent gowns and thick long curly hair black as coal down to the tops of plump asses. Dressed in pastel blues swaying with arms up in the air carrying a thin piece of translucent veil fabric that had a life of its own high over their heads that trailed in the air behind them. Their breasts were huge and very perky with hard nipples that seemed to be pointing out to each onlooker mesmerized by their beauty, and wanting them. The women moved in a circle around the men swaying and dancing to the music seven times. They entered the inner circle and continued with their arms moving side to side above their heads swaying the trailing sheer cloth above them looking at the men in uniform as they passed them. They did that seven times.

Each woman slowed to a stop in front of the erect uniform men. They circled their man facing him leaning back wards shaking their bodies So the men could clearly see their perky tits jiggling through the cloth. The women took the sheer veil draping and started teasing the men by holding it up so only their head from eyes up showed above the cloth. Taking the cloth in hand they draped it over the stiff hard cock in front of them. Grabbing the cloth covered cocks they pulled their hands moving their bodies away from the men stroking them with the cloth undulating with the music on their cocks.

The onlookers could not believe the magnificent site before them. Sheer perfection and sublime bodies moving in time to the music.

The men unscabbard their swords raising them high above their heads with one hand they started making circles with them, moving them sideways above their heads to clash with the sword next to them creating a forceful steel on steel sound, then doing the same with the man on the opposite side. Beating them to the drums of the music. All froze as the music switched to Daphnis et Chloe by Ravel.

The woman pulled the veils off the cocks ran in a uniform inner circle in front of the men throwing their veils onto the floor then each stopped in front of a different man facing them dropped to their knees and took the cock into her mouth fucking it down her throat swaying wetting the cocks as the tempo of the music changed the men rammed the sword they were holding back into their scabbard. Taking the women's heads and ramming their erect rods down the throats of each woman.

Numerous people in the crowded ballroom gasped as the women took such extremely large cocks down their throats.

The feasting dancers withdrew from the cocks and stood up grasping them in their hands tugging. All the men flipped the women around at a choreographed time in the music, rammed their bodies into the pussy before them with their long hard cocks ramming and ramming and ramming as they all moaned making guttural sounds until they all orgasmed to a crescendo as the music stopped. Woman writhed on the cocks as they did coming off and falling into their man's arms. The men embraced the women sweeping them off their feet, carrying them from the large room their cocks still hard and now dripping. The crowd of people in the ballroom yelled and clapped with such exuberance over the site they had just witnessed. The performance created a human-shark feeding frenzy.

Masked guests were grabbing and licking the titties in front and on all sides of them others grabbed a hand of the person they had been dancing with drawing them out of the French doors that lined the large ballroom to fuck. You could hear moans and see people fucking right there in the ballroom. Some standing, others on the floor and others with one on the side tables while the other fuck and sucked them. There were men and women fucking, men fucking men in the ass, women sucking a pussy, women finger fucking women, men sucking cock. People sucking and fucking each other. Those with stamina switching off to other partners. While others switched to prolong the inevitable. The whole grand room was lusting out of control with uninhibited people in costumes consuming each other in all sorts of ways. The cowboy was being fucked by the horse. I was aghast. It was one huge Halloween orgy. The masks stayed on and gave each person unrestricted please to do as they wanted to whomever was in the room.

As an invited voyeur I was kept from the party but relished every detail that someone had put in action. 'Who in the hell planned this event?' Lala stood wondering feasting on the eye candy surrounding her.

A males deep voice permeated her dream, "Did you enjoy my party Layla? I can help you plan one if you like. We will have so much fun together, Laaaaylaaaa," the voice whispered almost purring in her ear. Layla felt his warm breath on her neck.

Layla woke with a start, her eyes flying open in the dark of night, she was fingering herself. Her nipples hard and pussy pulsing and very wet. Sitting up she remarked, "Damn what has gotten into me? I've never had a dream like that." She got up, walking into the damp air leaning on her balcony railing, listening as the night carried the sound of crooning whippoorwills on the breeze.

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