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Emma, my sissy-slut sidekick was stomping around my lair all pouty like,  her major bad attitude showing all over her heavily rouged lips. “Why the fuck are your skimpy silk panties in a snit,” I demanded. She stopped in her tracks and said, “Look, I love our girls only movie nights nearly as much as a hot, hard veiny cock in my boy-pussy, but these movies you picked Rhi,” she took a big deep breath, “all slasher, all horror, all scary!! You know how that stuff gives me the creeps!” “Don’t be such a fucking  pussy,” I said,” it’s Halloween season you know. Gotta keep the terrifying tradition alive.”

“How about we watch “Cum Guzzling Anal Sluts Volume 38: The East-West Connection,” instead?” said Em with a hopeful smile.

“We watched that last week,” I answered in bored tones as I examined my freshly manicured fingernails. “I know,” Em said, “but anything that sweet is worth a repeat!”

After another hour of her babbling, and a few Margaritas later, we started our frightening film festivities.

We were settling into the atmospheric woods of a 1980’s low-rent slasher rip-off, you know the kind where a seemingly invincible masked man and his trusty machete hunts a bevy of horny teens leaving only the virgin girl-next door
alive for the endless sequels.

Then I started to drift off … maybe it was my hectic work week, maybe it was the extra tequila in the Margaritas, but … I couldn’t, try as I might, keep my eyes open.

Suddenly I wasn’t in my lair at The Pleasure Palace …no … I was outside. It was the woods. A campground. I knew this place I thought. Yes, something was very familiar. I wanted to call out to Em, but I knew that call would fall on deaf ears. I was alone … for now.

My prey lay ahead.

I trekked forward … sounds of voices pulled me forward with an invisible force … It was Summer-camp, and all the camp counselors had gathered for a night of barely legal partying and fucking.

Yes, it was just like in the movies and I was the hunter …except, in my hand wasn’t a sharpened instrument of destruction stained fresh with the remnants of my  previous nocturnal trophies.

No … it was a 12 inch black dildo, impossibly life-like, that believe it or not seemed to pulsate the closer I got to campgrounds.

In an instant the settings changed, I was in a cabin, hidden amidst the darkness when … two of the counselors entered laughing and kissing one another with frenzy. I moved closer as their clothes came off … grunting and fucking in the missionary position … I moved in quickly, suddenly I was on the couple, my pulsating black dildo penetrating any and every orifice it came across. Screams of fear and ecstasy filled the cabin as I let out a wicked laugh. Yes, I was calling the shots … This was “Mistress Rhianna’s Dildo Massacre!”

As I continued violating her pussy and his asshole, the dildo began to throb.

“Yes,” I cried, “it’s ready” and thick, streams of pearly white cum began shooting from the head of the massive black dildo. “Take it,” I growled. “Lap up every last drop!”

A loud scream brought me back to reality. It was Emma. ‘What’s up,” I asked. “Too scary for you?”

“Not so much all the gore and violence in this one that gets me,” said Emma with a shudder, “but that 80’s hair is terri-fuckin-fying! “

 

The End?

 

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