Halloween Between the Sheets: A Reverse Harem Anthology of Spooky Scenes that Get to the Point

by L. A. Boruff

  “I can’t wait to taste you.” I hear a husky voice say.

  I feel lips kissing their way up my calves, across the inside of my knee, and up my trembling thighs. I’m no virgin, but a man has never been able to pleasure me with his tongue. All the guys I’ve been with wanted to get oral pleasure, but didn’t actually spend much time giving it in return. The feel of my panties sliding down my legs startles me and I close my thighs on instinct.

  Strong hands slam my thighs apart. “These legs will stay open all night, Madame X. Do you understand?”

  I nod my head yes and someone pinches my nipples, hard. The unexpected pain has me jerking forward and closing my thighs, but I quickly remember what one of the men just said and I spread them wide immediately. Two different hot mouths suck on my breasts, circling the hard nipples with their tongues. The blindfold keeps me from seeing who is doing what to me, or what will come next.

  The same husky voice says, “Use your words Madame X.”

  “Yes. I understand.”

  My breasts are still being lavished with attention when I feel a hot breath between my thighs. One long finger enters me, stroking just the right spot and causing me to spread my legs even wider.

  “Good girl.” He breathes into my pussy.

  A mouth clamps down on my sensitive nub while another long finger slips between my folds. A few good strokes and a hard suck on my clit is all it takes to send an orgasm crashing through my body, causing convulsions. Two strong hands lay across my stomach holding me down until I finish riding out the wave of pleasure. Suddenly, all hands and mouths leave me and I groan in protest.

  One of the men chuckle. “Miss us already do ya?”

  “Yes.” I say with a groan.

  “What do you want, Madame X?”

  “More. I want more. Please……,” I practically beg.

  I hear more than one man laughing and it infuriates me. I shake my arms hoping to break free of the scarves.

  “Tsk, tsk, Madame X. Stay still or you’ll be punished.”

  My body shudders in fear and anticipation. These men are opening a whole new world to me, and I’m not sure I can go back to my boring life afterwards. While I’m contemplating these thoughts, a cold liquid is poured down my chest and flows over my breast, down my body. Three tongues lick my skin, cleaning the cold liquid off of me. My breasts are once again being licked and sucked, causing me to writhe on the bed.

  “Madame X, I told you to be still. Untie her, but keep her blindfolded.”

  Glory Hole

  I’m pretty sure that Master V has been doing all the talking, but I could really care less. I just need more, now. Both of my arms are set free but I don’t move, anticipating what my punishment will be. Hands wrap around my ankles and drag me down the the bed, causing a girly squeal to leave my lips. A different set of hands grab me around the waist and spin me around, positioning me on my hands and knees. A large hand massages my butt cheek, then lands a hard smack on my ass.

  “What the heck was that for?” I yelp out.

  He gives my other cheek a hard smack. “That was for moving after I told you to be still.” He says while massaging both of my ass cheeks.

  Whack, whack. He smacks each cheek again. “That was for questioning me.” He says while gently massaging my ass cheeks again.

  The pain and pleasure of my spanking has me clenching my thighs together. Whack, whack. Each cheek gets another hard smack, and then he nudges my thighs apart.

  “What did I say about these gorgeous legs of yours, Madame X?”

  “That they will stay open all night.” I answer with a voice filled with desire.

  “That’s a good girl. Now crawl up the bed.”

  I do exactly what he says. I feel a body lying on the bed, and I crawl forward straddling a large muscular form. Hands grab my hips, keeping me from going any farther, and pushing me down. My core is positioned on top of a hard erection. I wiggle, hoping to push it into me, needing to feel full. My swollen nub is throbbing and I’m dripping on his shaft. A large hand grabs me by the back of my neck keeping me immobilized.

  “What did I say about moving, Madame X?”

  “Don’t.” I whisper.

  “What’s that? I can’t hear you.”

  “Don’t move.” I manage to say louder.

  Soft lips crash into mine and the hand on my neck moves up and pulls my hair, causing my lips to part. A hot tongue devours every inch of my mouth and staying still has become almost impossible. I’m doing everything I can to keep myself from rubbing my wet pussy up and down the hard shaft between my legs. My body is shaking with need, so when strong hands grab my waist, pulling me back and forward, rubbing my clit with the tip of a penis, I come completely undone. Stars flash behind my eyelids, my body shakes with convulsions, and I soak his erection with my juices. My hair is released and I sag forward in relief. I am given only a minute to get myself together before my body is lifted and and then lowered onto a large erection. Once I am filled, I start to move, but hands on my hips again stop me. Once again, I feel a large hand wrap around the back of my neck and push me forward.

  “Your tight pussy is wrapped around Master W, but Master J needs some attention also. Stick out that sweet tongue of yours, Madame X.”

  Somehow I knew Master V was the one commanding me tonight. I do exactly as he says, and a hard penis is there waiting for my lips. I taste the precum on his tip, sucking his head into my mouth. He shudders and I moan around his erection. Strong hands are still on my hips keeping me from moving, so I concentrate on the penis in my mouth. I place a hand on the chest below me and lean forward taking Master J’s erection down my throat as far as I can take him. He is larger than I’m used to, so I have to use my free hand to wrap around the base of his shaft to keep me from choking. I begin to suck and lick up and down his erection while squeezing and pumping my hand up and down the bottom of his shaft.

  I feel his penis getting even harder.

  “I’m not going to last much longer.”

  That’s when I feel it. A finger covered in lube is circling my glory hole and I squeal in surprise. Master J grabs my head and begins thrusting into my mouth and the hands on my hips finally start moving me up and down.

  “Oh God, I’m cumming!” Master J’s penis twitches and fills my mouth. I suck hard until I’ve sucked him dry and he collapses on the bed next to me. Master W thrusts into me hard as a finger slips into my ass. I gasp at the intrusion, but I have to admit it feels good. When a second lubed finger enters my ass and begins to pump in and out, I moan and wiggle trying encourage him.

  “Are you ready?” Master V asks in a husky voice.

  I nod my head yes and Master W stops moving below me.

  Once again, a large hand grabs the back of my neck. “Use your words,” demands Master V.

  “I’m ready. I’m so fucking ready.”

  He pushes me forward and positions his tip at the entrance of my ass. He slowly enters me, and at first there is a stinging sensation, but once he is fully sheathed, pleasure is all I feel. Master V begins to thrust in and out of me from behind while Master W thrusts up. They get a rhythm going and all I can do is hold on and enjoy the ride of my life. I moan and scream, writhing between the two of them. Wave after wave of pleasure hits me, my walls clench down on both, but they keep pumping in and out. They keep fucking me while orgasm after orgasm burst through my body straight to my core. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, Master V gives one final hard thrust into my ass, while Master W simultaneously thrusts up, filling me with their seed at the same time. I fall onto Master W’s chest and Master V pulls out of me, falling onto the bed next to us.

  Master V sighs. “Damn.”

  “That was so hot,” sighs Master J.

  “Fuck me,” Master W says below me while untying the blindfold.

  “Been there, done that.” I giggle while removing myself from the bed. I walk around grabbing my clothes. I put on my panties and bra, slip into my dress, and put
on my heels. When I look over at the bed, all three men are sitting there with various degrees of confusion on their face.

  “Thanks for the memories.” I wink at the three sexy men, before turning around and walking out the door.

  About Us:

  Riley Walker is the writing duo of Amy Naylor and Kelly Stephens. They are both from Arkansas, both a little loud and a whole lot of crazy. Amy writes kegger-style and is the ‘bun’ queen. Kelly is the cotillion writer of the two and has perpetual frizzy hair (thank you Southern humidity).

  Amy (aka Biscuit) is the alter ego Riley of Riley Walker. She has one husband, one kid and three dogs. She loves to read RH, PNR, UF and Dystopian. She a hairdresser by day and a football mom by night.

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  Other Books by Riley Walker:

  The Chess Series

  Knight

  Rook

  King

  Queen (October 2018)

  Becoming Alice Du-Kane

  Anthologies

  Between The Sheets: A Reverse Harem of Scenes that Get to the Point

  Halloween Between The Sheets

  All Hallowed Tales

  R.M. Walker: Mildred

  Mildred Brown prayed that the stone angel she was crouching behind was big enough to cover her and wasn’t a portent of her impending doom.

  Laughter, raucous, juvenile, and utterly terrifying rang out over the gravestones, turning her blood to ice. She was old enough to know better, but today had been one error after another. She hated her life. She had a dead-end job in a dead-end town, and although she’d tried to move away, something always held her back. She had a sneaking suspicion it was cowardice.

  Not content with getting things wrong at work, she’d continued to make mistakes.

  Her first mistake was letting her boss guilt trip her into staying late.

  Her second mistake was not waiting for the number nine when she’d missed the number eight bus.

  Her third mistake was taking a shortcut through the cemetery instead of walking the extra ten minutes along the main road.

  In her defence she didn’t expect to come across three teenage boys getting high on drugs, booze, and rock n roll. Well, minus the rock n roll or she’d have heard them. But after almost falling over them, they’d decided that she could supply the missing sex from the slogan.

  Except, that wasn’t happening.

  Flinging her bag into the face of the closest moron had given her enough time to scale the black railings that separated the older graves from the newer ones. How she managed it without impaling herself was a bloody miracle. But she wasn’t out of the woods yet. Or should that be gravestones?

  The morons weren’t quiet about chasing after the ‘fat chick’. Cheek of it. She was a little over the normal standards of a size zero. Okay, she was a lot over, but that didn’t give them the right to insult or chase her.

  Although, if she didn’t lose ten pounds from this she’d be pissed. She’d crawled behind the stone angel in a pretty good impression of a deformed crab. The pounding of feet and catcalls came from behind her. It was now or never.

  She raced deeper into the maze of massive mausoleums. This place was creepy in the daytime, now the sun was setting it was the stuff of horror movies. Melancholia hung over the resting places of people who in the passing of time were long-forgotten. The grass was overgrown, trees and bushes grew wildly. There were no flowers left by grieving relatives. No sad, but beautiful angels here. No bowed heads, or palms pressed in silent prayer for the departed souls that lay inside the stone walls. The guardians of these tombs were more gargoyle than angel. But if they kept her safe from team moron, then she’d take a gargoyle or two over an angel any day.

  Sweat dripped down her back as she panted and wheezed. She needed to do more than just think about a gym subscription. And she would, as a celebration from escaping team moron.

  Bugger that.

  She was going to celebrate with a bubble bath, a bottle of wine, and enough chocolate to sink a battleship.

  A stitch stabbed like a knife and she grabbed her side, adopting a strange loping run. Okay, okay, she’d rescind the chocolate celebrations, take out a year’s subscription to ‘Chubs No More’ and go there twice a day, three times on a Sunday. She promised, just, please, let her get away safely.

  She wasn’t sure who she was begging. She didn’t ‘do’ religion, but at this point, she’d sell her soul to a demon. Okay, maybe not that far.

  “Come out, come out, wherever you are.” Team moron was getting closer.

  Hell, yes, a demon. Anything.

  “Sebastian? Now’s your chance, buddy. You can call me Ciel; you can call me whatever the fuck you want, just make me a deal,” she muttered as she dodged down a tightly packed row of crumbling tombs.

  It was like some sort of macabre street of the dead. The height of the tombs blocked a lot of the dim lights. She tripped over an exposed… stone? God, she hoped it was a stone and not a skeletal hand. Halloween was tomorrow for goodness sake.

  Go back to sleep for a bit. Unless you wanted a taste of team moron, then by all means, have at them.

  A shuffling noise of feet had her stopping, listening intently. A sniggered laugh and she knew they were almost on her. With nowhere to hide, she’d have to climb up and try to hide on the roof.

  Muttering apologies to its occupants, she began to climb the closest tomb. It wasn’t as easy as Lara Croft made it look, but Lara didn’t weigh the same as a baby hippo. The gym might have the edge on chocolate.

  A stone gargoyle was gripping the edge of the tomb in eternal vigil over the long-decayed residents in his charge. Stretching up, she curled her fingers around the clawed digits and tried to heft herself up. It wasn’t working. She was too heavy for her own arms. She closed her eyes, screwed up her survival instinct and hoisted herself up. For a split second she was weightless as she made it over the edge and under the crouched gargoyle.

  “Thanks, mate,” she whispered, and patted the hand she gripped. If she could talk to her cat, who ignored her, she could certainly thank the gargoyle. He may be stone, but he’d saved her arse.

  “She’s round here somewhere. We just need to ferret her out.”

  “Hey, guys! Look! Look what I caught.”

  She peeked over the edge and saw the three of them gathered around. One of them was holding a canvas backpack that was moving in his hands.

  “What the fuck is that, Tommy?”

  “A fox.” Tommy gave the bag a punch and the whine of a pained animal broke her heart. “He was nosing in my bag for food when I got him good.”

  “Whatcha gonna do with him?”

  “Dunno. Have a bit of fun, I suppose. Set its tail on fire and watch it run?”

  Anger flooded through her, overtaking the fear as she glared down at them. They were monsters and her hatred of them rose to new levels.

  He set the bag on the ground and the end opened. The fox came tumbling out, but it was unsteady on its paws from the punching and being in the bag. Or at least she hoped that was all it was.

  “Who’s got a match?”

  “I’ve got a lighter.”

  Feeling around the top of the tomb, she found some loose stones. Picking them she quietly lifted herself up.

  “Bit of a help with aim, Mr G,” she whispered. She flung the stones at the boy holding the squirming, terrified fox. By some miracle, they hit, and he wen
t backwards with a shout of pain. It was enough to free the fox, and it darted off out of sight in seconds.

  “We did it,” she whispered, patting Mr G’s arm.

  “Well, hello.”

  Shit.

  She’d freed the fox and alerted team moron to her hiding place. She tried to hide under the gargoyle, but it was obvious they’d seen her. One of them began to climb up, and she scrambled for another stone. Leaning over, she dropped it and it hit him, sending him down with a grunt of pain.

  He looked up at her and leered. “Tommy, Bill, go around the back and climb up. She can’t chuck rocks at the front and back at the same time.”

  Something shifted behind her, and she turned ready to defend herself, but there was no one there. The edge of the tomb caught her eye. They were packed close together. Could she jump from one to the other? The last one was a short distance from the main road. If she could get to that one before they could, she’d be able to get out into the street and flag someone down. There were no gargoyles on the tombs that led to the street, and when she straightened to judge the gap, she could see why. Her heart sank. Most of the tombs had gaping holes in the rooves where the weight of the stone was too much over the hundreds of years they’d been there. She rested her head back onto the chest of the gargoyle and breathed out.

  She wasn’t a quitter. No way was she going to let them get her without at least doing some damage in return. If she climbed onto the back of Mr G with more stones, she could throw them if they got onto the roof. It wouldn’t last forever, but it might be enough for a miracle, or for her to think of something else. Grabbing as many loose stones as she could fit into her coat pockets, she turned to Mr G.