Spooky dick: Hay ride turned into dick riding

Would you rather apple pie or creampie?

It’s officially that season. Warm drinks, nights by the fire and cuddles with loved ones. As cute as that is, I’m the kind of girl that prefers something a little more thrilling and stimulating. So when my latest fling invited me to one of those haunted hay rides, I knew just to spice it up. Time to get some spooky dick.

He looked cute, in a red and blue flannel and jeans so tight I could see the imprint of his thick cock. I licked my lips, unable to keep those devious thoughts away. We sat close together and I placed my hand on his thigh, letting it rub up to his crotch “accidentally” when we hit a bump. I’d bat my eyelashes and give him a meek smile while his cheeks flushed.

He was nice, but it was time to find out how naughty I am when I take that spooky dick

Surrounded by old and young couples, people screamed as the actors popped around the hay trailer. He threw his arm around my shoulder and his fingertips stroked my nipples. I smiled. Was he thinking what I was thinking? Did I get that spooky dick nice and hard? There was only one way to find out if this would turn into a risky ride.

The trailer came to a screeching halt. The hired actors began to slowly approach and we were instructed to make our way to the barn where we started. My date grabbed my hand and his firm grip made me wonder how his hands would feel around my breasts or my ass. Biting my lip, I didn’t care if it made me easy, I was too eager to find out what that spooky dick would feel like.

I would’ve taken that spooky dick in front of those strangers if I wanted to

I squeeze his hand and drag him across the field, away from the crowd and into a nearby cornfield, barely seeing the shocked expression on his face in the dim moonlight. That meant no one would see what I was about to do next. I grab his face and kiss him, passionately at first, because he’s a nice guy. Then I gave in to the horny slut that needed him right here, right now.

I grab his thick cock through those tight jeans. Just like I thought, he got turned on by the thrill and the scare just like I did; not the thrill of these boring rides, but the thrill of being caught. I whip out that spooky dick and stroking his hard length. This good boy didn’t even protest, so I took that as the invitation to get on my knees.

I’ll show him a trick and treat.

I licked up and down his thick cock, paying extra attention to the balls. I loved how he struggled to keep his moans at bay. The sounds of the night and murmur of voices walking by made my pussy wet under my skirt. The idea of being two feet away from being caught is the best type of scare. Taking my date’s spooky dick only made this more exciting as I fingered myself faster.

But he pushes me back. I can tell by his quick panting and the way his cock twitched. He almost came. I licked my lips and jumped into his arms, knocking him back until we were in a soft bed of corn husks and stems. I lowered my wet pussy onto his thick cock and he finally let out a moan. Suddenly, I could hear footsteps approaching and curious voices peering through the thin corn husks. This only made me ride him faster and with another moan, the curious eyes were running in a different direction.

The idea of almost being caught sends me over the edge and I squirt all over him, panting into the cool night air. Where else would be a fun place for some spooky dick?

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