Thread: The Haunted House (HotTexasCowboy & Swirl)

The woman stood there silently and listened to the ghost as she talked. Her face was completely shocked as the nail grew and changed different colours. Well, that could certainly save women a lot of time, if they were allowed to do stuff like that. Staring at her quietly, she then turned her head and looked up at Wayne as he was summoned over to them. Looking up at him with her big brown eyes, she felt a bit surprised as she was suddenly kissed by his gentle warm lips. It seemed they had done everything backwards, but she didn't seem to want to complain. A startled gasp came from Sophie's throat as she felt the liquid filling her mouth, swallowing it thickly and feeling a little weird by doing it. She could feel the warmth spread out from her stomach and to each of her limbs. It was wonderful, really! It was like she had a full, deep eight hours sleep and had lots of energy to go throughout her day. It was better than energy drinks or coffee, her weariness washing off of her like the water from the bath had done. You'd be rich if you could market that, she teased as she looked up at Wayne when they broke away from each other. Her eyes were lit up, now that she wasn't feeling tired and cranky, and was curious as to how they would continue this night. Biloxi laughed freely at Sophie's suggestion. We were aleady rich, she said back lightly. The porn movie biz was booming. I mean, this was a mansion to rival Hefner's. And... She shrugged, ...then we died. C'est la vie, right? It was off hand and light, without any sadness. Anyway, let's get you into something sexy, she shifted, slipping her hand into the crook of Sophie's elbow and leading her back from the bathroom into the 'orgy room' they'd left before. And, indeed, the orgy was carrying on without rest. Naked bodies male and female were spread among the couches and cushions in a variety of positions and combinations. Biloxi stood Sophie by the door to the hallway and moved toward a man leaning back on the middle of the couch with another kneeling between his legs, obviously giving him a blowjob. Sorry Reno, Biloxi said ruefully to the seated man, while tapping the kneeling figure on the shoulder. Harris, Sam said he wanted some costuming done. The one kneeling looked up, gave the cock one last peck on its tip, and stood to accompany Biloxi. Although his hair curled around his neck, he was another guy. Biloxi led him back to Sophie. Sophie, meet Harris Berg, our costumer. He knows what we have in the closets better than anyone here. He also does Bi scenes, she added, as if suggesting it was a hobby. Behind them, Reno's disappointment was quickly assuaged by a nubile woman who straddled his legs and slowly sank down on his upraised erection, cooing as she did, feeling it fill her ass. Meanwhile, Biloxi led the trio out into the hallway, but turned in the opposite direction from the stairs Sophie had used to come down into the basement in the first place. At the other end of the corridor was a small private elevator. There was room enough for three, but Sophie found their bodies pressed together. Harris was a fit enough and attractive man, and he rested a hand comfortably on Sophie's bottom as they rode up. His exposed organ was still thick and stiff in their presence. The elevator opened up in a corner of the bedroom Sophie had explored before. Harris led them to the closet she'd looked in early in her explorations. Let's see, Harris said as he took a couple of steps back and looked Sophie up and down analytically. I'm thinking corset. Have you ever worn one, Sophie? She tilted her head gently to the side at the woman's words. Well she didn't sound sad, but Sophie was left to feeling it for a moment. What would have happened if these people hadn't died? She probably wouldn't have known what this house contained and wouldn't be here in this situation. Not that she minded of course. Looking up at Biloxi again, she followed quietly alone as she was led back into the room where this had started. Stopping where she was told, she watched Biloxi as she went and summoned a handsome looking man who was on his knees and clearly giving a very good blow job. Tearing her eyes from that scene, she continued to look around the room at all the other visions of sexuality going on. Woman on hands and knees getting taken from behind, some giving blow jobs, others getting taken by two or three men. Yes it certainly was an orgy. She noticed a strong chest in front of her, so lifting her eyes to the man's face she nodded her head. Nice to meet you, she commented as they were introduced. Glancing back in time to see what was going on with the man Harris had been servicing, she quickly looked away when the woman took his impressive length into her hole. How embarrassing! She was still trying to figure out how people could do this, and her eyes sure were opening to this new side of the world. It wasn't like she led a sheltered life, or didn't know it was going on. It was one thing to know it was going on and another for it to happen right in front of you. Shifting herself into the elevator, she gave a slight jump as she felt the man's warm hand on her rump. Surprisingly her face didn't light up like a Christmas tree. Maybe she was getting used to this? No words came from Sophie's lips at the breach of her personal bubble, and soon she was following them to the room she had explored earlier with the sexy clothing all neatly wrapped in plastic. Not an actual corset.. she replied. I wore something similar to my graduation, but it was only a few ribbons, so I would say no, she finally answered. It had only done at the nape of her back, not all the way up like most, and the one that she had worn was only for decoration, not for tightening. Do they hurt? she asked curiously, innocently tilting her head to the side. Harris scoffed at her description of what she had worn. That sounds more like a cumberbun than a corset, my dear. And, no, they won't hurt. They support, the shape, they enhance what's already there. Done right, they're almost relaxing, isn't that so, Biloxi? Biloxi returned a sly smile. There's right, and there's right, she said enigmatically. You have to find that balance between shaping and suffocation. Although, sometimes a little shortness of breath can be its own kind of thrill. Anyway, what do we have for Sophie? Hmm, Harris mused as he started moving among racks in large walk-in closet. He looked back at the girl, then at a surprisingly wide selection. I'm thinking bright light blue, something to contrast her dark hair and tan. With just the right accessories... He pulled out one possibility, then thrust it right back on the bar and kept looking. Finally he announced, Ah, here we go. Let's have a look. He held up a corset against Sophie's body, the hanger itself pressed against her breasts. I like the look. The fit should be pretty close. Shall we try it out? There was a stiffness to the side panels and waist band. He unhooked it from the hanger and bent down to the floor. The back of the corset was loosely laced up, so Sophie had to step into it and let him slide it up her legs and over her hips. When he had it in place, the lower hem barely hugged her hips, and the upper edge was just under her breasts, cupping them slightly from below but leaving her nipple and above exposed. Harris and Biloxi both took a step back, with Biloxi smiling and Harris nodding in approval. The stiff sides were covered with light blue frilly lace, and decorated here and there with what seemed to be useless buckles and buttons. Do a little turn, Harris asked, doing a spin with his finger. When her back was to him, he told her to stop and said, Let's snug it up a bit. He started adjusting the laces, making the corset tighter but not painfully so. It was like being wrapped up in a snug blanket, one that supported her posture and helped her to stand straighter with her breasts thrust forward. With the top edge of the garment just touching the underside of her nipples, it provided a frisson of stimulation to the tips. Come see, Harris urged, taking her into the bedroom to stand before a tri-folded mirror. Sometimes being partly dressed can seem more naked than nudity, don't you think? Below the corset, her smooth pelvis did not hide a hint of her lips, beckoning to all whenever her thighs parted as she turned from side to side. I don't understand how shortness of breath can be a thrill, she replied as she folded her arms quietly to watch as he looked through the closet to find her something that would look good enough. Looking at the new clothing, she stepped into it and allowed him to pull it up to her chest. Standing there silently as he set it in place, her hands played with the buckles and straps. Looking up at them she turned and stopped when he told her to. What are these for? she asked curiously, tugging on them, and put her back to him so he could tighten it up. Sucking it in slightly, she found the corset tightened around her sides and stomach but not nearly as tight as he could have made it, considering there was a bit of a gap where the laces were. The thing she found slightly uncomfortable at first, but once she was standing in front of the mirror she gave a little frown. I look ridiculous. she groaned at the frills and the pretty colour. She found her back straight now, and her breasts pushed up, inviting someone to play with them. If she had some heels on the assemble would make her legs look longer. Pressing her knees together, she shook her head again and looked back at the two 'people' folding her arms across her naked chest as she did. Biloxi came to stand behind Sophie at the mirror, putting her fingers gently at her bare shoulders. Hardly, she smiled at the girl's suggestion that she looked ridiculous. Besides, we're not finished, are we Harris? she added, looking to the costumer. Oh, not at all, he nodded, offering Sophie a hand. Here, have a seat, he guided her to a padded bench. He moved away for a moment to a dresser, then returned with some folded cloth in one hand. He kneeled at her feet and fluffed the cloth, revealing a pair of lacy blue silk stockings, matching the color of her corset. He carefully tucked one of the stockings into his hand, then moved it to one of Sophie's feet and began to unroll it at her her toes, along her foot, and up her leg until he came to the end high on her thigh. With the same preparation, he slid the matching stocking up her other leg. Stand please, he said, remaining on his knees before her. With her standing, the purpose of some of the straps became clearer, as he used one in front and one in back on each leg to attach to the hem of the stockings, like garter straps. Then he produced a pair of black high heeled shoes. One by one he put a hand on her heel to guide her to raise the foot so he could slip on the heels. The heels were at least three inches long and made Sophie's legs seem longer and more sexily proportioned. Now what do you think? Biloxi said, behind Sophie as she stood at the mirror again. Standing there silently in front of the mirror, her dark eyes looked up at the woman as she spoke. Also looking down at the man, she shook her head but followed obediently and sat where he instructed her. She stared at the stockings and tilted her head quietly. She had never worn stockings before nylons, yes, but not something so soft and feminine and sexy looking before. She wasn't sure if it matched, but she made no protest and allowed him to roll them up to her thighs. Wiggling her toes inside them, she found they had the same type of feel as nylons, but these were much softer against her shaved legs. Every time she moved she could feel their soft fabric rub against her even softer skin. Sophie decided that she liked them and tilting her chin she looked up at Harris again. Planting her hands on the seat she pulled herself from a sitting position to a standing. Lifting her hands slightly she felt the stockings being pulled up a little more and observed as he attached them to the straps of her corset. This would have looked better on the woman next to her than try to make this frumpy young college student look any sort of sexy. Yet she stayed quiet, and placed her hands on his shoulders as her feet were fitted into the shoes. Sophie found it a bit unnerving that everything fitted her almost perfectly, and once she was standing in the heels, she looked up at the mirror again and at her own reflection. It was a sight she was not used to. Never in her life had she had any sort of clothing like this. Her only heels being the ones that she had for graduation from high school. Tilting her head curiously to the side, she let her dark hair fall around her shoulders again as she stared at her ivory, sexy-clad body in the mirror. I guess it's alright, she replied. It's not something I'm used to. The fabric did feel very nice and she didn't really want to disappoint these ghosts on a night of fun, or put down Harris's hard work. Biloxi's hands went to her shoulders and massaged. Stop thinking of yourself as that high school girl. Stop comparing yourself to some icon that isn't real. You're beautiful and sexy, and remember you had the power, through your sensuousness, to bring back the dead. Look at yourself through the eyes of the rest of us, and you'll see the sexy woman we all desire. You may not have worn clothes like these before, but start thinking about how desirable you appear in them. Now come along. I'll show you. One thing more, Harris interrupted them. He was holding a red cape, which he fashioned around her neck on a gold chain. The cape draped back over her shoulders and flowed down her back, barely covering her ass. Just another touch, he nodded in satisfaction. Biloxi ignored the elevator, instead leading Sophie to descend the grand staircase to the first floor. There was light jazz music coming from the main salon and the murmur of low voices with gentle laughter. Biloxi paused before they reached the entryway into the party room. A final touch, she said. Relax your arms. Behind her, Biloxi reached to take her wrists and bring them behind her back. There were a couple of straps there which now had velcro cuffs attached. She used them to quickly snap around Sophie's wrists to secure them. The result, along with the corset's firmness, accentuated the thrust of Sophie's breasts. It makes such a dramatic effect, darling, Biloxi cooed. You'll see. Taking her upper arm, she led Sophie into the room. It was a dramatic change from downstairs in the orgy room. The ghosts were all dressed in tuxedos and ball gowns, drinking cocktails and chatting, until they saw Sophie. They all stopped and stared at her, and she could see the lust in their expressions. One of the men raised his cocktail and said, To our guest of honor! and everyone raised their glasses to Sophie and took a sip. The man continued, Please escort our guest to her seat of honor. Biloxi moved Sophie toward the center of the room. At the same time, a large cage started to descend from the ceiling, attached to a chain. As soon as it reached the ground, one of the guests pulled open the door. It was a little over half as tall as Sophie. The floor was padded, and there were a couple of bolts to the floor that looked like places for more attachments.