I was in college and was looking for a job at the State Fair of Texas. As luck would have it, the haunted house was hiring. All I had to do to get the job was to agree to show up. I was assigned to work a station – a dark corner of the haunted house – where all I had to do was to stand there and simply scare patrons as they passed by my station.
Most of the rooms in the haunted house had a theme and two “actors” but for some unknown reason, I had a simple dark room, with no theme and no “blue light.”
Most of the time, I would just stand real still and not move. Patrons could barely see me and most thought I was a simple manikin. Every so often, I’d jump and holler which almost always elicited a frightful reaction from the patrons. Several times, I had things actually tossed at me. Luckily, the iron bars of the cage protected me. From larger objects and the occasional effort to grab me.
I had a pair of night vision goggles, so I could see patrons as they approached.
Texas-OU weekend was a great weekend, because a lot of patrons came through drunk. I loved the drunk college girls, because they usually screamed the loudest. As the afternoon wore on, I got bold and found a way, by squatting down, to reach through the bars and grab the ankles of passing patrons. Almost always, this elicited quite a fright and a little cursing. Inevitably, it also meant a bit of shoving and pushing as folks generally, don’t like to be grabbed in a spook house.
I also managed to grab my fair share of ass, and almost always, the guy behind the girl got the worst of things if the girl objected. The owner of the haunted house was more than pleased at the growing number of patrons and even noted that there were repeat patrons, something he liked to see.
Then, it rained, like it always does every October. It was a Tuesday and no one was coming through the house. I was working my corner, when I saw a group of three college-aged girls making their way through the house. All were wearing the shortest of cut-off shorts.
I did my usual ankle grab on the first girl and all three girls screamed. Then, one of the girls remarked, “Hey dude… wanna feel my ass?”
I grunted and then silently chuckled.
One of the girls, grabbed the bars and peered into the darkness of my corner.
“What? Are you afraid to come out of your corner?” she asked tauntingly.
I stepped forward and stood perfectly still, within arm’s grasp of the bars.
“Dude,” she remarked, “I can see you’re interested.”
I reached through a gap in the cage and put my hand on her right breast. The girl jumped back and yelled, “Oh fuck! He’s real!”
I grunted and made a swinging motion with a chain that I had. The girls hurried off around the corner, laughing as they made their way through the rest of the house.
I could hear one girl comment, “I’m going back.”
Her friends begged her to not go back to my cage. I could hear a hushed conversation, but couldn’t make out the details.
The only way into my cage was by climbing into it. There was a pile of wooden boxes in the passageway and they were my entry assistants. I don’t know how the girl figured it out, but suddenly she was inside my cage. I turned on my safety flashlight.
“Turn that off,” she demanded. She pushed me up against the back wall and grabbed at my manhood.
“Be quiet,” she said, holding on to my cock. I swatted at her hand and started to protest, but she put a lone finger over my lips and told me to be quiet. She quickly dropped to her knees as she unzipped my blue jeans. Within seconds, she had my wanger out, and was sucking on it.
I turned on the safety flashlight.
“Turn that out!” she demanded, holding on to my stiff cock. She knocked the safety light from my hand and it spiraled, still on, across the floor and into the empty cage next to us. It provided just enough light for me to see that she was really, really cute.
She looked up at me.
“How old are you?” she asked.
“Twenty one,” I replied.
“How old are you?” I asked.
“Old enough,” she replied, holding on to my cock.
“Do you have a girl-friend?” she asked.
“No, not right now,” I replied.
She stuffed my stiff cock into her mouth and worked it back and forth.
“You’re going to make me cum,” I remarked.
“Good!” she replied. “I want to taste it!”
I didn’t hold back and filled her mouth with my cum. She swallowed just about every drop. Then she stood up and pressed her lips to mine. I could taste my own cum as we swapped saliva and our tongues explored the inner confines of each other’s mouth.
She took my hand and slipped it inside of her unzipped shorts.
“Feel this,” she whispered.
Her panties were soaked.
“Hold on to this for me,” she said as she slipped her cut-off shots back on. Then, as quick as she had come into the cage, she climbed out. She grabbed the bars of the cage, peered in and whispered, “Make sure, that tomorrow, you bring a condom. I’ll be back.”
******
Working at a haunted house had its moments. Most of the patrons came though expecting to be scared, so I did my little part, from a dark corner in a converted 1920’s style house that had been moved on to the State Fair Grounds in Dallas.
Most of the patrons were well behaved. There were a few with behavioral issues. All I had to do is push a “Safety Button” and security for the attraction would come and remove any offending patrons.
It was a rainy Tuesday when a college aged girl jumped into my cage. Before I could do or say anything, she was all over me and had my pants unzipped and was going to town on my wanger. I pretended to protest, but didn’t really put up much of a fight, seeing as how I was getting a free blow job.
She was cute, real cute and about twenty something, with long brown hair. As quick as she appeared, she disappeared, telling me to make sure I had a condom for her return.
I made sure I had a condom and anxiously waited for her return the next day. Nothing happened. She never came back. I hoped for her return the next day and still nothing. Finally on the last day of the Fair, I watched for her, but as ten o’clock approached and with it, the end of the Fair, I knew I was holding on to a false hope.
Around eight that evening, the owner of the haunted house announced we would be closing at nine. We hadn’t had but three customers all evening.
I waited in the darkened corner of the house. I was bored and I was more than ready to go home. It had been a good run and I had managed to scare quite a few folks and get paid for doing so. The suddenly, I felt a rush of wind in my cage, as she jumped in beside me.
“Scared you, did I?” she laughed.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Gave up on me too?” she whispered, stepping over close and putting her hand on my shoulder.
“Just about,” I replied.
She grabbed my cock though my jeans.
“Aren’t you glad to see me?” she asked.
I grabbed my safety flashlight and turned it on. Like before, she slapped at my hand.
“Turn that off,” she remarked, “You want to get us busted?”
I flipped the off switch, as my intruder pressed herself up against me.
“Did you bring it?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied, fishing in my pocket for the small square package. I took the condom out and handed it to her.
“Good!” she replied. “But I don’t need it and neither will you. I want to feel you inside of me with no barriers!”
I was hesitant.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “I’m clean. I’ve been checked and tested. I’m on the pill and I am married.”
“Married?” I shot back.
“Yes,” she replied, “Now shut the fuck up and give some cock!”
I unzipped my pants as my intruder proceeded to strip. I could barely make her out in the dark room, but I knew enough about her, that I didn’t need to worry. We stood and kissed, for quite a few minutes, as she fondled Mr. Peter.
She knelt and took Mr. Peter into her mouth, working him over, paying special attention to his desires. Then she sat back on the only chair I had in the room and spread her legs.
“Put it in me,” she begged breathlessly.
I grabbed my cell phone and shot a quick photo, even though she protested afterwards and threatened to expose me should I ever show the photo to anyone. Two patrons wandered past us as we fucked, totally unaware of what was transpiring only a hand’s reach from them.
I filled her pussy as she shook and trembled. I dumped about a gallon of cum inside of her. Then, as quick as we had stared, it was over. She quickly dressed and climbed out of my cage, disappearing into the vast expanse of darkness in the haunted house.
At nine o’ clock, the owner turned up the house lights and I climbed from the cage. I wandered out into the back room for our final pay. The young lady handing out the pay was the owner’s wife and as she handed me a wad of cash, she smiled. I looked at the payment and stuffed into the envelope was an extra one hundred dollar bill. I looked at her and she put a lone finger over her pursed lips.
“A little extra because you did such a good job!” she remarked.
I have often wanted to go back to the Fair each year, to hunt her down. She and her husband never reappeared again, leaving me with a great photo, great memories and wondering, did this really happen?
