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Halloween Dreams: Angela

One hundred. Even in her deepest fantasies, she never imagined actually withstanding one hundred times being brought to the edge.

Angela had loved the thought of being edged beyond her limits, teased and tormented to the brink without being allowed to orgasm. However, every time she masturbated to these scenarios, she couldn’t hold herself back at all. The need for climax constantly overwhelmed her, the needs of her body overtaking the desires in her mind.

On the first night, she dreamt of being restrained while the warmth of slumber still encompassed her. It was comfortable and somewhat soothing to know that she was in a dream and about to revel in her own little fantasy. What she didn’t realise was that this was the work of the Dream Teaser, and that she was about to be tested. While restrained, spread-eagled and naked, she anticipated the pleasures that awaited her.

The first whispers told her this was no ordinary wet dream.

Halloween Dreams: Katie

Since those nights, I’ve tried to tell anyone who would listen to me about the dangers that lay in wait at night. The dangers lurking within our dreams. Nobody believed me at first. Now everyone is cautious of sleep during the Halloween season. The Dream Teaser awaits.

The first night I just assumed was a regular wet dream, only far more vivid than anything before. It felt like a lucid dream, yet I was entirely restrained and unable to get away. When I heard that voice, asking me if this was indeed my deepest fantasy, I agreed. That was where I went wrong. If only I had known.

“I’ll just get seated opposite you, lube in hand. Such a delightful sight. Let me know if there’s anything else you need.

“Yes. That’s right. I’ve tied you just as you requested, ensuring that you can’t move away from that dildo thrusting back and forth into you.

“I completed the programming to have one cent donated by the viewers to be worth one thrust.

“Oh! You wanted it to be one dollar for each thrust? Well, it’s a little late now, and it’s also going to be far more fun watching you be forced to orgasm more than you had expected tonight.

“Good girl. Whimper more for the viewers. Cry out more for them to show mercy and to stop making you come. It’ll keep the coins rolling in.”

More and More

I want my mouth to be all that you can think about. The impression my tongue can make, to leave you enamoured of its ability to keep you quivering. The eroticism of how I can bring about so many sensations from such a small part of you, how such tiny actions can leave you breathless.

While my commanding lips entangle with your own most tender ones, communicating eroticism with such relentless desire, the intent always remains. I always want to be certain that the next time you see me, the next time you hear me, all you’ll be thinking about is my head nestled between your thighs.

My head between your thighs, lips pressing tighter, and fingers working you faster as you get closer and closer. What turns you on most isn’t simply knowing how much I want to make you come. It’s knowing that when you do come, I won’t stop. You can try and move away, but all that will do is draw me closer to keep you held tighter. I love when the excitement turns to disbelief – feeling like you can’t possibly come any more, yet knowing that I won’t stop until you do.

The majesty of ecstasy. Such beauty. To feel that wondrous synchrony between the body and mind, between fantasy and reality. The perfect balance between blissful relaxation and explosive rapture. It bursts forth into the world in a cluster of sounds, emotions and reactions that celebrates life itself. The very embodiment of joy.

All to be turned into a weapon against you. All to become a tool of torment for my own amusement. Just a simple device in my hand can be heaven and hell all at once for you.

The majesty of pleasure. Such cruelty. To feel that wondrous synchrony between between submission and mercy, between what you need and what you can take. The perfect balance between overwhelming ecstasy and torturous overstimulation.

Until you stop relishing me with those sounds, emotions and reactions, or until I hear that safeword, you know I’m not going to stop.

It Seemed Easy

It seemed easy enough. Just don’t ask them to make her come.

She had built the night up in her mind for many weeks before the event. The prospect of being able to play with so many couples and acquaintances whom she trusted had kept her up on many nights, playing with herself at the fantasies of exactly how they’d fuck her and how she’d be used on the night.

She’d been to the swingers nights many times before and made numerous friends. They all enjoyed just how sensitive she was and learned enough about her over the months to know it was better to take their time with her, as she became so incredibly sensitive after her initial orgasm. As often as she’d voiced her desire to experience multiple orgasms when she was in the moment, it always became too much to handle.

As the night commenced, she loved that everyone there was a familiar face. There were no awkward introductions or the necessity to feel people out and get to know them more. She was able to let her guard down instantly and simply focus on the sexual exploration in store.

A Model’s Desire

It was slower than she had expected, the fingertips merely teasing her instead of exploring her as quickly as she would have guessed, though at least the spell had worked.

Vicki had been masturbating as she looked at one of her most recent photos, lying on her back on the bed in the same manner, admiring how the light silhouetted her frame from the side as she arched seductively. Nearing her orgasm, she decided to try out the incantation she’d been taught. Vicki’s friend hadn’t expected any of the spells she had shown her to stick, not having studied them fully like she had. Yet, this one had been on Vicki’s mind for some time; she’d practised and practised in her mind and knew that even though she wasn’t a trained sorceress, it had to work. As she neared her moment, the thought of feeling many hands holding her down and fingerfucking her throughout her orgasm was so enticing.

Uttering the incantation and placing her hands flat on the bed, she waited to feel hands press between her thighs and bring her to orgasm. The fantasy of being able to feel the thoughts of everyone who had looked at her photo had overwhelmed her with lust.

Instead of instantly feeling fingers or even a phallus penetrating her, she endured several minutes of fingertips lightly touching all over her body. It was beyond frustrating, especially with how close she had gotten herself to coming, though she endured it, wanting to experience the full feast of the spell.

Silk Garment: A Halloween Tale

A demonic voice and a nightmarish lust. Her silk lingerie isn’t the only thing that has her wanting to touch herself more in this haunting audio erotica.

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The Angel Costume

“You’ve told us again and again that you were only dressing up as a sexy angel for Halloween. Continuing to scream it out again and again isn’t going to stop us from taking turns making you come in every manner possible. You’re in our domain now; Succubi and Incubi just can’t get enough of angels like yourself.”

The Monster Costume

Jane tried with all of her might to communicate with the scientists, yet they acted like they didn’t understand her. All she was to them was a test subject. As much as she strained, screamed and pulled hard to get away, they continued their experimentation on her.

It felt like days had passed since she’d woken up here. Having been dressed as a sexy monster with fangs and horns, Jane found herself suddenly strapped down on an examination table, stripped of the little clothing she had worn for the Halloween party.

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