Spooky Halloween Sluts on the Prowl: Beware!

Have you heard the story of the spooky Halloween sluts?

If you’re reading this, that means I’m still alive.  But as I’m writing this, I can hear them scratching at the door.  Who, you might ask?  Or maybe you should ask what.  I thought it was just a made-up story when I first heard it.  You know, something you’d share around a campfire on a dark night.  Or one you’d tell hiding under the covers with a flashlight shining on your face just to frighten someone.  So when the new girl next door told the story of the spooky Halloween sluts earlier, I just laughed it off.  But I’m not laughing anymore.

As we all know by now, Halloween is one of my favorite holidays.  And partying is also one of my favorite things.  Combine the two into a Halloween party, and I’m a happy girl!  The new girl in the building wanted to get to know her neighbors.  So she decided to throw a costume party and invite all of us, and some of her friends.  This year, I opted for a sexy devil costume.  That way, everyone would know immediately how naughty I am.  There were a few other girls scantily clad at the party.  So I fit right in with the other spooky Halloween sluts.  A couple of guys had dressed up, too.  I saw a cop, a ghost, a hot college professor, and a demon.  I bit my lip as I checked him out.  Devils and demons make a good pair!

The party was in full swing when my neighbor decided it was time to share a ghoulish tale!

We all circled around her as she dimmed the lights and began her story about the spooky Halloween sluts.

“Back in high school,” she began.  “There was a tragedy on Halloween night.  Two girls went to a party in the woods.  But they never returned home.  No one ever heard from them, and they were never found.”  She paused for dramatic effect.  “Naturally, there were rumors that the pervert farmer down the street had taken them on their way home and turned them into sex slaves.  But his alibi was solid.”

My neighbor’s voice got low as she continued, “Every Halloween, in this very neighborhood, the spooky Halloween sluts return to haunt the biggest slut in town, determined to give her the same fate as them.”  There were gasps and murmurs.  Then everyone turned to look at me.

“What?” I protested.  “You guys think I’m the biggest slut in town?”  I feigned shock.  I mean, they weren’t wrong.  I stood up as the intercom buzzed.  “You guys are too much,” I said, laughing, and heading for the door.  “I’ll go get the door.  And hopefully the spooky Halloween sluts won’t get me!”

There were, however, two very spooky Halloween sluts standing outside.

I admit I was a little nervous seeing them standing at the door.  A blonde and a brunette, both dressed as witches, with very pale makeup and dark circles under their eyes.  And blood-red lips.  The blonde looked up at me as I pulled open the door.

“Hi,” she said.  “Are we in the right spot?  That’s a really hot costume you’ve got on.”

She seemed perfectly normal, so I let them in.  And that turned out to be my biggest mistake.  As soon as I started back up the stairs to lead them to the party, I felt a hand grab my ass.  Then firm tits pressed up against my back as I was pushed to the wall.

“Trick or treat, bitch.”  I felt the hot breath of one of the spooky Halloween sluts against my ear.

“We’ve been looking for a slut like you tonight,” I heard the other one say.

I didn’t have time to react to the spooky Halloween sluts.

My latex leggings were being pulled down.  Then two fingers slammed into my pussy.  One of the spooky Halloween sluts was biting my neck.  And as I tried to call for help, a big fat dildo was shoved in my mouth.  Hands were yanking my top up, and I felt my nipples being pinched and pulled.  I tried to fight back.  But that just seemed to anger the spooky Halloween sluts more.

“We’re going to fuck you into one of us!” one said, while the other flipped me around to face them.

And that’s when I got my opportunity to break free.  Reaching forward, I squeezed her tits tightly, which distracted her for a moment.  Then I pushed both of them away and started to run toward my apartment, my leggings still around my thighs and my five-inch heels clattering down the hallway.  I’ve watched enough horror movies to know how easy it is to fall.  And sure enough, I did.  When I hit the ground, one of the spooky Halloween sluts clamped her mouth down on my pussy.  Before I got sidetracked by an orgasm, I rolled to my side and pushed my apartment door open, shutting it quickly behind me.

Now, they’re clawing at my door.  I can’t escape!  Will you be the one to save me from the spooky Halloween sluts?

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