I get in the house and start talking to all the people who I recognize. I take the basement tour they give every year. You pretty much follow Mr. Sherman down to the basement and he tells you the history of the house. He shows you where the furnace used to be and he always has people hiding behind things to jump out and scare while he is telling the story. He even has some jar of fake ears on display. I go back up to the party and start talking to some friends again. I notice a beautiful woman on the other side of the large dark room. She's wearing a light blue evening gown with sparkling stones and a matching masquerade mask. She has ruby red lipstick on and her blond hairs pulled back. She has fair skin and an amazing figure. I can see her small breasts peeking out of her low cut gown. She must of noticed me looking at her cause here she comes. She walks up to me smiling and looking more radiant than she did from afar.
She leaned up to my ear and whispered, "Follow me."
She took my hand and guided me up the large dark staircase. I start to feel something come over me. I feel as if someone is watching me walk up the stairs with her and upset about it. Every step I take up the stairs makes me feel really uneasy. I don't know why this suddenly happening. I have felt fine the entire time I've been here. Maybe the feeling are being caused by something supernatural? I've been going to these Halloween parties for the last five years now though and have never had any sort of supernatural experiences. Could I be feeling the pain of all the women that have lost their lives in this house? Could it be some kind of a warning that I'm not aware of? I don't think I can follow this woman, I have to go back.
I pause for a second and just as I do the beautiful woman guiding me turns around puts her hand on my crotch and strokes my soft cock. I can feel myself flinch as her delicate fingers trace over my meat. She leans toward me brings her lips to my ear and slowly runs her tongue along the outside rim of my ear. Sending shivers down my spine.
She then softly whispers a second time, "Follow me."
I exhale with a deep yearning for this woman whom I don't even know. I continue to follow her. We make it to the top of the stairs.
She turns around again leaning in to my ear and says "Wait right here, I'll just be one second."
She kisses my neck ever so softly then lightly releases my hand. I feel her fingers run along mine until they fell away. She walks into the room on the right side of the hall. It's very dark in this hallway. The walls are covered in a horrible dark brown wallpaper. The floor is a dark oak with red rugs running all the way to the end of the hall. I see a very old floor length mirror trimmed in a gold brass frame at the very end of the hall. I can see my reflection in it but it's so dark in here I can only see my shadow. There looks to be eight doors down the hall, four on each side. The doors are all directly across from one another. They are very large doors, dark oak and thick trim. They all have really old brass handles with the skeleton key holes. There are brass sconces in between each door down the hall but they are dimmer than a candle. The Sherman's know how to make their house creepy on the inside just as well as they do on the outside. She's coming back to me holding a man's black tie. She leans towards my ear and whispers...
"Are you ready for me to make you cum?"
I reply with a shaking nervous voice, "Yes."
She wraps the black tie around my head covering my eyes and ties it in the back. I can't see a thing. I feel her body brush my hand as she comes around to the front of me. Her hand runs down my arm to my hand. She put her hand around mine and guides me down the hall. We come to a stop and I hear a door knob turn and the door creek as it opens. We start walking in the room. She stops me, still with the tie around my eyes.
I ask, "Take the blindfold off now?"
She places her finger on my lips and says "Shhh."
I feel her fingers on the collar of my shirt starting to undo my buttons. As my shirt begins to come apart I feel her lips on my chest gently kissing my newly exposed skin. She begins to slide my shirt down off my shoulders and her fingers glide down my arms as the shirt falls to the floor. I feel a tug at my waist as she unfastens my belt, unbuttoning my pants and pushing them to the floor. I feel her hands exploring my toned chest. She places a hand on the outside of my underwear and rubs as she licks at my nipple..... .....