No Strings Attached
"When I said I was willing to help out, this isn't exactly what I had in mind," Hailey told Aaron as she looked around the poorly-lit attic with a growing frown and a distinct note of irritation in her voice.
"I know, I know, but we're short on time, and you're the only one I can trust to actually get shit done," Aaron responded apologetically, running a hand through his messy black hair as he, too, scanned the attic, as though only seeing it for the first time. "We're supposed to open tomorrow night, but we're way behind schedule, and if I'm not supervising everyone downstairs then absolutely nothing gets done. I'm surrounded by assholes."
"Present company excluded, of course," Hailey asked with a raised eyebrow, turning to look just as Aaron chuckled in response.
"Oh yeah, present company definitely excluded."
Truth be told, Hailey was at least a little sympathetic, knowing exactly how much work Aaron had been putting in to ensure this year's haunted house was up to snuff. His fraternity hosted one every year the week of Halloween, charging ten dollars for entry, and with most of the money being donated to various charities. Over the years, the attraction had become something of a local success story, forcing the fraternity to up their game in an attempt to keep themselves relevant and their attraction popular. As such, when Aaron was put in charge of pulling everything together, Hailey was just as concerned as she was excited, knowing he would nonetheless end up doing most of the legwork as much as the headwork.
This year's haunted house was newly constructed, a small one-family home the bank had not yet sold, but which Aaron had secured for a month, giving himself and his frat plenty of time to decorate, run the attraction, and then pack everything away in time for the house to be placed back on the market. Unfortunately, it was beginning to look like even this wouldn't be enough time to get everything up and running before opening night, which is why Hailey had volunteered to help out, even though it was technically against the rules for anyone outside of the fraternity to be involved with setting up the attraction, and she was doing all of it out of the pure goodness of her heart.
Well, that, and the fact that she and Aaron were having sex on the down-low, and had been for several months now. It wasn't anything serious – barely more than a "friends with benefit" arrangement – but Hailey was more than willing to help out if it cleared up more room in Aaron's schedule to fuck her silly every now and then.
No strings attached; that's just the kind of girl she was.
Except now Aaron was telling her she would be working alone in the attic of the house while he struggled to manage the rest of the fraternity in the floors and rooms below. In going with the "haunted vaudeville" theme he had selected for this year's haunted house, Hailey would be decorating the attic with a variety of wooden puppets and marionettes; they came in all shapes and styles, some perfectly normal, others only slightly strange, and others still bordering on the demonic in appearance. Most of the marionettes were only about one or two feet tall, but others were much larger, with a few of the largest well over five feet tall, rivaling Hailey's own height. They were scattered throughout the attic at the moment, having been deposited there and forgotten, a jungle of wooden puppets and tangled strings, with only three of them already hanging from the angled roof as eerily inhuman examples.
"I ever tell you I hate puppets?" Hailey asked as she took a few steps into the attic, looking around at the wooden figures scattered across the attic floor. Of Korean descent, like Aaron himself, Hailey had long brown hair that she swept out of her eyes as she surveyed the damage.
"Don't think that's ever come up, actually," Aaron responded with a small smile, making no secret of the way he eyed her ass as she walked past, wishing more than anything he could yank the girl's jeans off and fuck her right then and there. "I mostly only remember you saying things like 'harder' and 'faster' and 'more, Aaron, more!' You know, stuff like that."
"Pig," Hailey replied, but laughing nonetheless as she said so, turning around to take a look at her friend even as he continued to check her out. "I'm actually surprised you remember any of that, considering how long it's been."
Aaron groaned. "I know, I know. I've just been so damn busy! Trust me, if it were up to me, this whole thing would be over and done with and I would inside you right the fuck now."
"Always such a sweet-talker," Hailey said with a smirk and a shake of her head as she reached down and pulled up one of the taller marionettes, an ugly gray thing with horns, red eyes, and strangely proportioned limbs that resembled nothing more than a demon or some kind of troll. "Still, you better hurry up, or I might have to find myself a new boytoy. Even this guy is starting to look like a good time."
"Oh, no, you be careful with him," Aaron told her, walking over and pulling the ugly puppet out of her hands so he could hold it up and present the thing to Hailey in its entirety, as if showing it off. "Trollface here is a classic, been in the frat for decades. He's practically the star of the show. And, look, I think he likes you…"
With that, Aaron cranked some kind of mechanism inserted into the demonic puppet's back and Hailey watched with both surprise and incredulity as a wooden penis slowly but surely began to extend out from between its legs. Like the rest of the puppet, its cock was thick and grotesque, with veins painted along its length, which was monstrously large even considering the size of the rest of the puppet.
"That is absolutely disgusting," Hailey commented, raising an eyebrow as she watched Aaron laugh and then reverse the effect, causing the marionette's cock to retract back between its legs until it was all but gone. "Kinda clever. But still disgusting."
"Eh, sex sells," Aaron retorted, shrugging and then gingerly placing Trollface back on the ground, away from the rest of the puppets. "Put him somewhere in the center of the room, if you can. He's a real hit with the ladies."
"Sure. And in return for all this hard work…?"
"In return," Aaron began, smiling softly as he walked up to the girl and grabbed hold of her ass through her tight jeans, quickly but firmly squeezing her plump buttocks, "I promise, when this is all over, you won't be walking straight for a month."
And that was that. After a few more reassurances, Aaron had made his exit, heading back downstairs to supervise the rest of the fraternity as they clumsily and half-heartedly went about decorating the house to look as haunted as possible. This left Hailey alone in the poorly lit attic to rustle through the piles of marionettes scattered throughout the loft as she tried to arrange them in a manner that was at once aesthetically pleasing and vaguely frightening.
Hailey set about first untangling as many of the marionettes as she could, all of them supported by wires and strings that quickly wrapped around one another. Once untangled, she found either a good place to hang them from the angled ceiling or placed them atop one of the few pieces of furniture that had been carried up to the attic; a dresser here, a few chairs there, etc. It was hard work, but it was rewarding, and Hailey felt she was doing a rather good job.
The college girl kept a mental inventory of the puppets as she worked, labeling them and then placing them together in similar themes or with drastically contrasting partners that she felt would make the attraction more disturbing. There were babies and infants with tears in their eyes, well-dressed ventriloquist dummies with frightening realistic eyes, and any number of animal puppets with tails, and claws, and misshapen heads that could be arranged in any number of ways. There were small marionettes and large marionettes, some with only four strings, others with dozens, each and every one of them unique in some unsettling way.
And then, of course, there was Trollface.
Hailey looked over her shoulder more than once as she worked, a shiver running down her spine as the sensation of being watched grew stronger and stronger by the minute. Specifically, it felt like it was Trollface who was watching her, with its demonic red eyes, even as it lay forgotten in the center of the room. Though supposedly the 'star of the show,' Hailey was determined to put off touching or moving Trollface until as late as possible, and their constant staring contests certainly weren't making her feel any more inclined towards it.
"Don't be stupid," Hailey muttered to herself as she caught herself glaring at Trollface for what must have been the twentieth time since she started working. "The puppet isn't watching you. You're just horny and irritable. You know, like always."
But, of course, reassuring herself out loud only went so far when there was no one else around to hear her, and so Hailey continued to feel as though Trollface was watching her as she went about her work, hanging marionettes from the ceiling and arranging puppets in as many frightening places and postures as she could find. The work distracted her, at least, and she was making good progress; at the rate she was going, she would be done within an hour, and then maybe she could convince Aaron to take a break and have a little fun…
Hailey was just in the process of hanging a skeleton marionette from the ceiling when the lights went out, plunging the attic into total darkness.
"Shit!" she exclaimed, stumbling a little as her hands got caught in the skeleton's strings, her feet tripping over themselves as she tried to find her balance. Once stable, she untangled her hands from the strings and then looked around, trying to gather her bearings. "Hello? Aaron? God damn it…"
Without windows to provide illumination from outside, the attic was almost pitch black in its darkness, making it almost impossible to see. Indeed, try as Hailey might, she couldn't even see her own hands in front of her face, and cursed as he realized she was as good as lost, particularly with puppets hanging from the ceiling all around her. All it would take was one wrong step, and she would suddenly find herself trapped and tangled in the strings of one or more marionettes, not only further impeding her escape but also potentially ruining all the work she had put in if she accidentally tore one or more of the puppets from their places.
A hundred questions ran through Hailey's mind as she stood there in the darkness, her thoughts racing as she tried to determine what she should do. Should she crawl and try to find the stairs? Should she shout? Was the power out in the entire building, or only in the attic? Did anyone besides Aaron even know she was up here?
It was just as Hailey's thoughts were leaning more towards the anxious and panicky that she heard the sound of creaking wood and shuffling feet somewhere in the darkness.
"Hello?" she asked, her heart racing in her chest. "Is someone there?"
There was no response, but Hailey still heard the sound of shuffling movement somewhere in the attic. A few seconds later, she heard the rattling and shaking of at least one puppet hanging from the ceiling, and she suddenly realized what was going on.
"Very funny, Aaron," the young woman commented sardonically, rolling her eyes even though she knew no one could see them. "Nice try, but you didn't scare me. And be careful, I don't want you to mess up anything!"
Even then, Aaron didn't respond, if indeed it was Aaron that was even in the attic with her. Hailey hadn't heard anyone walk up the stairs or turn off the lights, but that didn't mean it hadn't happened; Aaron (or one of the other fraternity punks) may well have sneaked up the stairs while her back was turned. It was the oldest trick in the book after all: turn off the lights and scare the girl. Real funny. Real mature.
Hailey was just about to call out into the darkness again when she heard the rattling of wooden puppets yet again, this time much closer than before. Watching her step as best she could, and trying to remember exactly where everything was, she slowly and carefully made her way towards the source of the sound, moving closer towards the center of the attic. She stopped when she felt the tip of her foot hit the lone dresser, frowning as she reached up and took hold of the piece of furniture, as though assuring herself it was really there.
"Hello…?"
A moment later, Hailey cried out as she felt someone – or something – grab her from behind and then push her forward, bending her at the waist so her hindquarters stood out and her torso was almost flat against the surface of the dresser. Shock soon gave way to anger, however, and Hailey began to struggle almost as soon as she found herself bent over the dresser.
"Hey, fuck you! What's the big…oh! Ah! Mmmm…"
Hailey's struggles came to a sharp and distinct end as she suddenly felt the hands of whoever or whatever had pushed her over take hold of her ass and begin massaging her through her jeans, squeezing and groping her plump buttocks. Grinning a little, Hailey caught on almost immediately, and began grinding her ass back into the hands busily fondling her goods through her tight pants.
"Decided to take a break after all, huh?" Hailey asked coyly, leaning back into her friend's hands as he massaged her ass and began moving upwards towards the hem of her jeans, evidently in a hurry to get to the good part. It was as she was grinding her ass back against her lover that she suddenly felt his hard cock pressing against her, and felt herself get a little wetter as a result. "Mm, oh, Aaron, is that for me…?"
"Shhhhhh," came Aaron's response, practically a hiss, one that sent a shiver of pleasure running down Hailey's spine.
As though motivated by Hailey's response, her lover took things further by next grabbing hold of the hem of her jeans and panties and then yanking both of them down just far enough to expose the girl's hindquarters to the surrounding darkness. Like all girls, Hailey usually liked a little foreplay before things got hard and fast, but considering she hadn't gotten laid in weeks and was already horny as hell, she didn't mind Aaron skipping ahead to the main event.
"Shit, baby, your hands are cold," Hailey whimpered as she felt Aaron's hands once again grab hold of her ass, this time groping and squeezing her bared flesh without the obstruction of her jeans to lessen the effect. It was true that his hands were cold – freezing, in fact – but the young woman found herself rather liking it, as though it added to the excitement of being fucked in the dark. "Oh, mmm, yeah, like that…"
Still grinding her naked ass back against Aaron's freezing cold hands, Hailey nonetheless gasped when she next felt his cock press against her, somehow just as cool as his hands. He moved it up and down the crack of her ass tantalizingly, teasing her, and she responded by trying to push herself back in hopes of impaling herself on his fat cock.
"Come on, baby, fuck me…!" Hailey moaned breathily, biting her lip as she felt her lover slide her cock up and down, up and down, up and down, even tickling the lips of her already slick pussy. "Fuck me. Fuck my tight little pussy…"
When, at long last, her lover finally obeyed by pressing the head of his rock-hard cock against her sopping cunt and then shoving himself inside of her, Hailey had to fight to bite back a surprised shriek. It wasn't only the sudden penetration that surprised her, with Aaron seemingly burying himself to the hilt inside her right from the very beginning, but the feeling of his dick itself, somehow thicker and harder than she could ever remember it being. Aaron was a passionate lover, to be sure, but his cock felt different somehow, stiffer, fatter, more rigid than any shaft she had ever let inside her…
Such thoughts were quickly pushed out of Hailey's mind, however, when Aaron began to fuck her, sliding his stiff and rigid cock back before slamming it right back in, driving himself deeper and harder into Hailey's warm and welcoming cunt. Placing one hand on the dresser and another on her own mouth to keep herself from screaming, the young woman responded by bucking her hips as best she could in time with her lover's powerful thrusts. She whimpered and groaned as she felt Aaron's hands on her bare hips, his own hips slapping against her exposed buttocks, and his fat cock slamming again and again into her quivering pussy.
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
"Oh, fuck, I missed this…" Hailey whined as she felt herself being fucked silly from behind, focusing entirely on bucking her hips and reinforcing her legs to keep herself standing upright. Her eyes closed and she rested her head on the uncomfortable wood of the dresser as her lover pounded harder and harder into her, driving himself deeper and deeper into her sopping wet cunt.
There was something about being fucked senseless in total darkness by someone she couldn't even see that appealed to Hailey. Though she led a healthy sex life, she didn't exactly consider herself 'kinky,' and she was surprised to discover how much she was enjoying this new experience. Perhaps it was because it had been so long, perhaps it was because she had already been so horny, or perhaps she had a bit of a kink, after all. In the end, the 'why' didn't matter as much as one would think, and so Hailey merely focused on giving as good as she got, fully intending on milking as much pleasure out of this as she possibly could.
Despite everything, she did notice that something was different about Aaron other than her odd feeling about the shape or size of his penis. Whereas he was usually a very steady lover, passionate but with a rhythm, he fucked her now as though he were a man dying of thirst receiving his first drink of water in well over a week. He felt hungry and powerful as he slammed into Hailey again and again, like a man possessed, fucking her harder and rougher than she could ever remember him being.
"Mmm, you missed this, too, huh?" Hailey asked with a smirk as she bucked her hips back to meet her lover thrust for thrust, still resting on the top of the dresser as Aaron pounded her into next week. His only response was to somehow begin slamming into her even harder and faster than before, causing Hailey's eyes to shoot wide open and her entire body to shake and quiver as she fought to adapt to his speed and intensity. "Oh! Oh, shit! Oh, ahn, ahn, ahn, ahn, ahn…!"
RATTLE RATTLE RATTLE RATTLE
Hailey struggled to catch her breath properly as she felt Aaron double his efforts behind her, his hands tightening on her waist as he began fucking her like a whore, hard and fast and without a second's reprieve. She felt her nails dig into the wood of the dresser as she endured thrust after thrust, so hard it was causing the entire dresser to shake and rock back and forth. Her position was painful, what with her being bent over and with her waist pressed against the edge of the dresser, but even this was drowned out by the tidal waves of pleasure that cascaded across her body every time she felt her lover bury himself to the hilt in her tightening folds.
WHACK
Hailey's eyes shot open in surprise again as she felt something new, something she had never felt before; a hand smacking her naked ass. While Aaron was as passionate a lover as any, he had never before spanked or struck her during sex. It wasn't that Hailey didn't like it – indeed, she was surprised to find she loved it – it had just never happened before. Apparently, their time apart had driven Aaron just as mad as it had Hailey, pushing him past some of their previous boundaries and into new vistas of sexual pleasure.
And Hailey was more than willing to explore such vistas.
"Fuck, yeah, smack my ass!" the young woman whined, perhaps a little too loudly, too far past the point of caring if anyone else heard what was going on. There, in the dark, with her form bent over the dresser and a hard cock slamming into her needy pussy, she wanted nothing more than to feel as good as she possibly could. "Smack my ass, baby. Hit me. Just don't you dare stop fucking me like the monster you are…!"
Hailey's words only seemed to encourage Aaron further, and soon she felt him thrusting into her even harder and faster still, less like a man and more like an animal, enough that she was once again struggling just to catch her breath. Now, however, her wanton pounding was accompanied by period slaps on the ass, each one harder and more painful than the last, but also, paradoxically, somehow more pleasurable as well.
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
RATTLE RATTLE RATTLE RATTLE
WHACK WHACK WHACK
Sounds of sex echoed throughout the attic, small though it was. Hips slapped against flesh, cock slid in and out of pussy, and the dresser rattled and shook until Hailey was afraid it would collapse. Aaron spanked her again and again, his hands hard and cold as they smacked her tender ass, leaving her beautiful buttocks red and sore and bouncing delightfully with every strike. It was all the young woman could do to remain conscious as she received what she was certain was the best fuck of her entire life, plunged into darkness and unable to see or hear or feel anything but the fat cock pounding into her again and again and again…
"Uhn! Uhn! Yeah! Nuugghhnnn…!" Hailey whimpered and moaned and whined and screamed, her eyes practically rolling into the back of her head as she felt her lover take her in every conceivable way. She could feel the end coming, now, the home stretch, and she dug her nails in deep as she hoped and prayed for her release. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuccccckkkk…!"
When Hailey finally came, it was so powerful that she couldn't even speak or scream, her voice literally giving out as the pitch black darkness of the attic was temporarily replaced by a world of pure, blinding white. Every muscle in her body tightened and quivered at once, her cunt included, clamping down around her lover's cock and soaking it in her feminine juices. The entire world seemed to disappear, everything did, save for the thick cock buried in her freshly-fucked pussy.
Hailey smiled as she rode out the last of her orgasm, still bent over with her ass sticking out and her head resting on the scratched wood of the dresser. We are DEFINITELY doing this again sometime soon!
Then, suddenly, several things happened at once.
First, the lights came back on as though all on their own, so quickly and without warning that Hailey found herself blinded and had to close her eyes almost immediately.
Second, the rigid cock that had only seconds ago been buried in her quivering pussy seemed to disappear, causing Hailey to gasp in surprise at the sudden feeling of emptiness.
Third, the sound of wild stomping filled the air as someone came running up the stairs and into the attic, forcing Hailey to scramble to try to pull her pants up. Indeed, she was just about to yell angrily at whoever had interrupted her tryst with Aaron when she finally turned to see who had emerged from the floor below.
Aaron.
"Hailey, are you okay?" Aaron asked, his eyes wide and a look of concern plastered across his face as he looked his friend up and down, assuming the worst as soon as he saw her state of undress. "Oh, my god. Who did this to you?"
"Who…what?" Hailey responded, looking back and forth wildly between Aaron and the dresser and wondering how he could possibly have moved over there so quickly and made it sound as though he was running up the stairs at the same time. "You…you did this, asshole! What the fuck are you doing over there?"
Aaron blinked, clearly just as confused as Hailey was. "Hailey, I…I was downstairs. I heard you scream. That's why I came running."
"No…no, you were here with me," Hailey repeated, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to figure out what was going on. "The lights went out, and then you pushed me, and, and…is this part of some stupid prank, Aaron? Huh? You better not be fucking with me!"
"I'm not," Aaron told her calmly but firmly, as though trying to calm Hailey down. "Hailey, I swear I'm telling the truth. I was downstairs with Harry and Doug and the rest of the guys. No one else has come up here. I don't even know what you're talking about."
"But…but that's impossible," Hailey insisted, tears in her eyes as she tried to put the pieces of the puzzle together in a way that made sense. She looked back and forth throughout the attic like a woman possessed, seeking something, anything, that could validate her claims. "Because if you weren't here, then that means…that means…"
Then, finally, at long last, Hailey's eyes found what they were looking for, and she felt her face pale and her heart sink into her stomach.
There, lying on the floor behind the dresser, was Trollface, the ugly marionette, no longer bound by its strings, its wooden cock once again fully extended and positively soaked in Hailey's juices.