“Claire, you have to help me with this, please,” Jason begged as he gave her his best pouting eyes.
Claire grumbled under her breath as she propped her face in her hands. It was the first of April, and she was sitting at her office desk, fully expecting to be pranked by Cory and Mark again. Jason, her handsome office manager, was convinced he knew how to get back at Cory and Mark that year. He, of course, needed Claire’s help to pull it off.
“What is it you want me to do exactly?” she groaned, finally giving in.
“Sweet! Thank you! Go to that storage closet in the basement. You know the one with the old couch that came out of Amelia’s office? Cory and Mark have a stash of edibles in a shoebox on the shelf over the couch. I’ll keep the boys distracted while you switch their stash with these,” he explained as he handed her a small box of brownies.
“Uh oh, what’s special about these?”
“It won’t make them feel happy if that’s what you’re asking,” he chuckled.
“Ugh, I need to graduate out of this office,” she sighed.
“Hurry, go! I just saw Cory’s car turn into the parking lot. Mark is always right behind him.”
Claire darted off towards the stairs with the impostor edibles tucked under her arm. She never participated in pranks if she could avoid it, so she was the least suspicious person to make the exchange. Amelia, the big boss, kept a close watch on the storage areas with the security cameras during working hours. She would know something was up if she caught her husband Jason sneaking down to the basement. Claire often made trips down there to collect daily supplies. She wouldn’t raise any alarms.
The basement was nice and cool, sending a chill up Claire’s legs and under her skirt. She went to the back corner and searched an exposed beam for the closet key. She found it tucked under an old calendar. She let herself into the cave-like closet. She was surprised to discover the light was already on. She figured one of the boys forgot to turn it off after a late-evening edible break. The closet was deep and cluttered. It extended underground about ten yards to act as a storm shelter, but Amelia kept it locked, making it inconvenient in an emergency. She didn’t want non-office employees stealing pens or toner. Preventing petty theft was obviously more important than surviving a tornado.
Amelia was nutty like that. She was a perky-breasted redhead that got her way around the building. Claire had her doubts about Amelia’s loyalty to Jason, especially after the sordid events surrounding last year’s Halloween party. Claire was still confused about that infamous night. Five months of therapy hadn’t helped clear it up yet, and her office mates never talked about it to her relief.
As Claire inched her way past overstuffed storage shelves, she was startled by a provocative female groan coming from the back of the closet. She froze just behind the large shelf that acted as a room partition. She cursed under her breath and scurried against the shelf to hide. She very carefully scooted two cardboard boxes apart, making a little hallway between them, and peeked over the top of the shelf into the back of the closet. She gasped to discover Amelia on her hands and knees on the old office couch. Her skirt was pulled up, and her panties were around her knees. Her blushing tits were hanging out of her blouse, bouncing lusciously. Mark was kneeling behind her with his cock buried in her cunt. He was squeezing her hips as he pounded inside her. Mark was a part-time mountain climber, and he had the thigh muscles and dark tan to prove it.
Many different thoughts raced through Claire’s mind at that point. First, she assumed this was some kind of April fools’ joke for her, but it didn’t make any sense. Why would Jason send her to the basement to catch his wife fucking the human resource manager? Her second thought seemed more plausible. Jason didn’t know she would discover Amelia and Mark fucking. He was simply trying to give Cory and Mark diarrhea with the impostor edibles. That had to be it, so she needed to leave the fake brownies on the floor and hightail it out of the closet before she was caught peeping.
Claire quietly set the fake brownies down and turned to leave, but she froze again when she heard voices at the front of the closet. She gasped and squatted down on the floor. She heard Amelia and Mark cursing and shuffling as they struggled to make themselves decent. Claire was about to be caught in the middle of some serious office drama. She absolutely hated office drama. That’s when she noticed the dark gap between the large shelf and an old filing cabinet. She could totally fit her skinny ass in there. She scrambled for the shadows and packed herself into the tight hole right as Jason and Cory stepped in view. They passed by her unseen and walked around the shelf. They froze at the sight of Amelia and Mark, waiting suspiciously in the back of the closet.
“What the fuck?” Jason exclaimed at their disheveled appearances.
“Jason, darling, what are you and Cory doing down here so early?” Amelia stammered as she brushed her long red hair out of her face. She had barely finished buttoning her blouse two seconds earlier.
“We were looking for Mark,” Jason said in an angry tone. “James said he saw him park in the back lot super early this morning for some reason. I figured my prank was blown at that point and came down here to find Claire before Mark caught her messing with his stash.”
“Where is Claire?” Cory inquired. “Didn’t you just send her down here?”
“I did,” Jason said as he stepped out of the back of the closet and looked around for a moment.
Claire cursed when she realized she had left the brownie box sitting in full view of the main walkway. Jason, of course, saw it and stepped behind the shelf to investigate. He immediately caught sight of Claire’s white heels in the dark corner.
“Claire, why the fuck are you hiding?” Jason asked in disbelief.
“Shit,” she grumbled as she gracelessly stumbled out of the tight corner and stood to face the music. “Well, this is a bit awkward,” she stammered as she brushed her blond locks out of her face and looked at Jason guiltily.
He looked furious as he waved her into the back of the closet to join the unexpected meeting.
“Claire?” Amelia gasped. “Were you spying on us?” she demanded.
“Not on purpose,” she squeaked with an innocent shrug.
“Claire obviously saw something that made her want to hide,” Jason spat as he looked between Amelia and Mark. “Would one of you mind telling me what happened before I let Claire explain what she saw?”
Amelia scowled as she looked between Claire and Jason.
“I’m not going to stand here and be belittled by your cheating ass after what happened at the Halloween party!” Amelia yelled.
The color left Claire’s face after that comment. She had been hoping she was the only person with memories from that drug-induced, sordid fuck-fest, but she finally knew the truth. They all knew, and they had agreed not to talk about it.
“If you’re bringing that shit up now, you’re obviously trying to evade my question,” Jason declared.
“What are you talking about?” Cory interrupted. “You guys remember the Halloween party?” he asked in astonishment.
“No, we still have no idea what actually happened,” Amelia snorted. “But we discovered a video of the incident on the old puppy cam. We agreed to keep it to ourselves because we didn’t understand it.”
Claire felt dizzy as she stepped over to the coffee table in front of the couch and sat down. She propped her head in her hands to ease the spinning before it disturbed the contents of her stomach.
“Claire, what’s wrong?” Jason asked suspiciously.
“I um… my therapist told me not to talk about it at work,” she stammered.
“You know what happened that night?” Amelia asked.
“No. I don’t,” Claire said nervously as she looked at the people around her.
“You know what?” Jason asked as he glared at Amelia. “Let’s get this shit all out in the open now. Do you still have the video on your laptop?”
“I do. It’s in my bag under my desk,” she said plainly.
“All of you stay right here until I get back,” Jason ordered before he stomped out of the closet.
Everyone sat and stood in silence until he returned with the laptop under one arm and a small paper bag under the other. He directed everyone but Claire to sit on the sofa against the wall as he set up the laptop on the little side table opposite the sofa. Claire watched in horror as he launched the video from the infamous Halloween party. The video had been recorded from a small shelf on the wall behind the kitchen table at Jason and Amelia’s house. Claire watched her butt-naked self step into a room of costumed revelers with a garden gnome under her arm and her cellphone in hand. She sat Smiley, her sinister garden gnome, on the kitchen counter next to her cellphone. Then she proceeded to smear white chocolate all over her tits and between her legs before she climbed onto the kitchen table to masturbate. She fingered herself right in front of Jason as he stood staring at her. He was wearing the handsome sailor costume that made him look like a stripper.
“You look disturbed by the video, Claire,” Jason observed as he studied her face. “You should be absolutely horrified by it, not simply disturbed. You remember it, don’t you?”
“I do,” she confessed in shame and humiliation. “I remember every heart-pounding second of it,” she whispered as she watched Jason plunging his magic tongue into her pussy while she squirmed on the kitchen table. She hadn’t had a licking or a fucking that good in six months. The party-goers around them were eagerly watching the scene. A whole house full of drugged spectators.
“Oh my god,” Cory breathed as he watched himself climb onto the table and pull Claire on top of him so he could fuck her ass while Jason fucked her cunt. “Bits and pieces of that night come back to me in my dreams sometimes,” he whispered with a gulp. “I thought I was going crazy, and I still think I am sometimes.”
“You think you’re going crazy?” Jason asked in annoyance. “I can’t get through one day without hearing that little sinister voice in my head telling me to fuck Claire.”
“What?” Claire gasped as she looked at Jason in alarm.
“You heard me. Ever since that night, I’ve been hearing voices. Whatever you drugged us with is still messing with us,” he said as he sat down next to her on the coffee table. “Every time I see you, the little voice starts talking to me,” he whispered as he brushed her hair off her shoulder and brought his mouth close to her ear. “Do you know what it told me to do this morning? It told me to bend you over your desk and fuck you like the dirty slut that you are… and I really wanted to do it.”
Claire shuddered at his words. His warm breath on her neck was stirring the unsteady passion she felt inside her every time she thought about that infamous Halloween night. In spite of her fear of what happened, she had enjoyed it. She often thought about it when she was alone in bed with her dildo and vibrator. The crazy events were blamed on the tainted candy she had left on Amelia and Jason’s doorstep, but no one knew the crazy stuff that happened to her before the party. She had to admit that she likely hallucinated the whole thing, and she hated to admit how much she hoped it would happen again next Halloween.
“Tell us, Claire, what set that orgy in motion?” Jason asked as he touched her cheek and coaxed her eyes to his.
Her heart was pounding as she stared into his big hazel eyes.
“I uh, don’t think you would believe me,” she stammered.
“Oh really? Cory, reveal our guest of honor,” Jason ordered as he tilted his head towards the brown bag he had set beside the laptop earlier.
The video showed Cory and Jason vigorously double fucking Clair on the kitchen table as Mark shoved his cock down her throat. Her eyes had drifted to the hot scene while Cory tore the little brown bag open. What he set on the table sent Claire’s heart into her throat.
“SMILEY!” she gasped in astonishment at the sight of her ceramic garden gnome. He usually sat in the grass just outside the front steps of her townhouse. She knew it was him because of the sinister grin on his face. “How did he get here?” she demanded.
“I swiped him off your lawn after you left for work this morning,” Jason confessed with a grin. “Does Smiley still talk to you, Gwen?”
“No. He hasn’t sent me any messages since Halloween.”
“Do you want to know what he’s saying now?” Jason whispered with a smirk.
Claire looked at her office manager in astonishment for a moment. Then she looked between Cory, Amelia, and Mark. They were all staring at her with strange looks in their eyes.
“This is a joke, right?” she stammered. “You said Smiley only has power on Halloween.”
Jason burst out laughing at her comment, building Claire’s concern for him. She was beginning to fear her evil garden gnome was up to his old tricks again.
“That wasn’t exactly the truth,” he chuckled. “Smiley’s power surges on a six-month cycle, give or take a few weeks. I received a strange text last week. It told me to check the old footage from the puppy cam. As soon as I saw the video, I remembered everything. I also remembered the Great and Powerful Smiley. The nagging voice in my head finally had a name again. He has questions for you, Claire,” he whispered as he ran his fingers into her long blond hair, gently pulling the silky strands between his fingers.
His touch sent her heart pounding worse than it already was.
“What questions?” she asked with a gulp.
Jason smiled wickedly as he turned his eyes on Smiley for a moment. He nodded at the creepy gnome before his gaze drifted back to Claire.
“Smiley wants to know how often you fantasize about fucking me? Answer honestly, Claire. That’s how you safely get out of this basement,” he warned.
“Shit,” she whimpered as she closed her eyes and took a shaky breath. She couldn’t believe her bizarre nightmare was happening all over again. “I uh… a lot. I think about fucking you a lot,” she confessed.
“How much is a lot? Smiley wants details,” Jason pressed.
“Almost every night,” she grumbled through her teeth.
“Wow… you have no idea how hard that makes me,” Jason confessed. “Would you have been disappointed if I bent you over your desk and fucked you this morning?”
“Um… no.”
He chuckled at her answer.
“Would you be disappointed if I held you down on this coffee table and fucked you right now?” he whispered close to her lips.
She went tingly all over at his words.
“I wouldn’t be disappointed,” she admitted.
“Holy fucking shit! She is crazy!” Amelia laughed, causing everyone else to burst out laughing.
Claire looked at everyone in confusion for a moment.
“Uh… what the fuck is going on?”
“Don’t look at me. It was Jason’s idea,” Cory chuckled.
“Sorry, Claire, you made it too easy,” Amelia laughed.
“Tell me what’s going on?” Claire demanded in growing confusion.
“I’m really sorry, Claire,” Jason said with a huge grin. “This was a prank that went way better than I thought it would. At least, that’s what I want them to think,” he whispered with a wicked smile.
Claire’s heart sank at his words. Either they were playing her for the idiot she was, or something sinister was going on between Smiley and Jason.
“Did you guys seriously set me up on Halloween and kept quiet about it for SIX months?” she stammered.
Jason exchanged guilty looks with his wife and coworkers, and that explained it all for Claire.
“You assholes drugged me and made me think I was being manipulated by a fucking garden gnome?” she yelled and stood in a rage.
“What if we did? You said you enjoyed it!” Jason said in their defense.
“That’s beside the point! You’re all fucking crazy! I thought I was going crazy! I should report you all to the FBI! I quit! I’m not working one more minute with you psychopaths!” she yelled as she tried to push past Jason, but he grabbed her and pulled her down into his lap.
“Wait one minute, Claire!” he grumbled as he wrapped his arms around her, trapping her flailing arms to her sides. “We did it to help you come out of your nervous shell. You had been eye-groping Cory and me for weeks before the Halloween party, but you kept refusing our party invitations. So, I switched your candy before you left work that evening. Cory hid a little camera behind Smiley’s left eye so he could watch the action with an app on his phone. He sent those crazy text messages. We’re sorry you had a bad trip on the candy, but you obviously enjoyed yourself once you got to the party,” he laughed as she continued to struggle to get away from him.
“Do you know how much money I spent on therapy since that night? I thought I spoke to a demonically possessed garden gnome! Now let me up!” she growled.
“Not if you’re going to tell somebody what we did. Besides, you said you wanted me to hold you down and fuck you. Have you forgotten that already?”
“That was BEFORE I knew you were psychopaths!” she yelled.
“Why does that change anything? You enjoyed being manipulated by a garden gnome, so why not enjoy being manipulated by a real person? Who knows? Smiley might still be manipulating me. Does that idea turn you on?” he laughed as he wrestled her down onto the coffee table. She gasped when he finally got her down under him and grabbed her arms.
“Let me up!” she growled as she struggled to pull her wrists out of his grip, but he was too strong for her.
“Not yet,” he said as he forced her hands down, pinning them against the table beside her head.
He got his knees between her legs so she couldn’t kick him in a sensitive place. He let his body weight do the rest of the work. Claire scowled at Jason as he gave her a big grin. He was at least sixty pounds heavier than her. She eventually gave up the futile struggle. She decided to save her energy for a better opportunity. She hated and liked how hot she felt to be pinned under Jason again. It was bringing back a lot of erotic memories. Struggling with him had made her wet, and the hard bulge pressing against her crotch was making her tingle. She was convinced her suppressed lust for him had warped her brain. She belonged in their crazy club, but she would never admit it. Not after they pulled the prank of the century on her. At least, she hoped it was a prank. The glint in Jason’s striking hazel eyes made the pit of her stomach do nervous flips. Something was seriously off about him.
“You seem conflicted, Claire,” Jason observed as he admired the anxiety in her bright blue eyes. “I like having you trapped under me. Does it turn you on?”
“No,” she huffed, wishing her heart would chill its pounding for two seconds.
“I think you’re lying,” he whispered as he pushed his bulge harder against her crotch, making her eyelids droop. “I think you’re really enjoying this,” he whispered before he leaned down and kissed her.
She whimpered a little as he slid his tongue into her mouth and worked it against hers. He smelled and tasted as good as she remembered. He had her extremely horny after a minute of deep exploring with his tongue.
“Mm,” he moaned as he raised up and licked his lips. “Smiley wants us to fill all your slutty holes again, Claire. I’m going to let you up now so we can strip. Don’t try anything funny,” he warned as he slowly climbed off of her.
Jason watched Claire carefully as he stepped in front of the gap between the shelf and wall, blocking her only means of escape. Claire gulped as she watched him unbutton his shirt and toss it to the floor, revealing his toned arms and chest. Jason didn’t have a large build like Mark. He wasn’t the athletic type, but he cared about his appearance. The effort he put into his body was obvious, and that turned Claire on every time she saw him. Mark and Cory were on their feet at that point, adding to the pile of clothes on the floor. Amelia opened her blouse to let her alluring tits hang out. Then she reclined on the sofa with a pleased smile on her face. She would be watching her husband fuck his coworker again. Claire was beginning to think she got off on it.
“Claire, Smiley wants you to strip. Get to it or else,” Jason warned as he pushed his khaki slacks off his thighs, revealing an attractive speedo tan-line on his hips and lower stomach. It framed his raging erection nicely.
Claire glanced at the little demonic garden gnome sitting next to the laptop. His evil grin and pointy red hat didn’t seem all that intimidating anymore, but she couldn’t bring herself to doubt his involvement yet. Jason was the one making her more nervous. His personality had taken a sinister turn after he played the Halloween video. Maybe Smiley’s demon jumped to him. Jason seemed like the ringleader of the perverted activities around the office. Amelia’s overconfidence pegged her as an instigator as well. They had acted completely normal for the past five months. It was mind-boggling.
Claire gulped as she looked at the naked men around her. Three familiar cocks were hard and eager to enter her again, and her idiot self was horny for them, but she would be damned before she ever admitted it. She had to pretend she had a little dignity for her own sanity. She was not a poster-child for mental health. She knew they were doing something abnormal, and she would likely regret it after she enjoyed it.
“Claire, you’re taking too long,” Jason warned as he stepped towards her, prompting her to jump to her feet and strip as fast as humanly possible.
Amelia was chuckling as she watched Claire fighting her clothes. She almost tripped as she stepped out of her skirt. She grabbed the table holding the laptop to regain her balance, and it caused Smiley to almost fall over. Claire watched the gnome with wide eyes as he teetered for a moment then fell back onto his feet, directly facing her, almost like he planned it. Jason chuckled at her fear of the statue. His laugh sounded outright sinister. Claire gulped and looked at Jason with her heart pounding against her ribs. Her hands were starting to tremble.
“Claire,” Jason began, “I will enjoy the privilege of preparing you for the second-best pounding of your life,” he said as he grabbed her arms and pulled her around the coffee table.
Claire was confused when he pushed her down into Amelia’s lap and knelt in front of her.
“Amelia, my love, did you bring what I requested?” he asked his wife over Claire’s shoulder.
“I did, my love,” Amelia said as she reached into her blouse pocket and pulled out a little tube of lubricating jelly.
“Thank you, beautiful,” Jason said with a smile as he took it from her hand. “Now, hold Claire’s legs back while I do a little pre-fucking to loosen her up,” he instructed as he scooped Claire’s legs into his arms and pushed them up, exposing her aroused cunt and ass to his cock.
Amelia locked her arms around Claire’s legs so she couldn’t put them down. The redhead chuckled as she grabbed two handfuls of Claire’s plump breasts and squeezed them. They were convenient handles.
“Mm, I think Amelia loves tits more than I do,” Jason said with a smirk as he opened the little tube and squeezed a blob of jelly onto his middle finger.
Claire couldn’t explain how aroused and anxious she felt as she watched Jason touch the jelly to her anus. She shuddered as he massaged her tight opening for a moment, gently working the jell inside her. She was seriously about to get fucked in a storage closet in the basement of their office. Jason grasped his cock with his free hand and guided his tip against her red cunt. She let out a soft moan as he pressed it against her, gently parting her overly aroused lips. Her eyes drooped with pleasure as he massaged her anus with his finger and pushed against her pussy with his swollen tip. She gasped when he suddenly penetrated her, pushing her inner muscles apart with his hard shaft. She groaned as he rocked inside her, gently massaging her aching pussy. His slippery finger in her ass added to the pleasure. He smiled before he leaned in and kissed her. He sank his cock deep inside her, enjoying her tight heat.
“This is making me hot,” Amelia whispered over Claire’s shoulder as she massaged her coworker’s breasts.
“We can pound you next if you like, my love,” Jason mumbled in between kisses. “Claire is enjoying this too much. I learned a lot about her from the video. She needs to learn to be less eager,” he whispered as he quickly pulled out of her cunt and pressed his tip against her anus.
Claire gasped when he suddenly pushed inside her ass, stretching her tight hole around his tip. She groaned in pain for a moment. It was unpleasant, but not terrible. He stayed still so she could get used to it. The discomfort added to her arousal. Jason had prepared her for it. He knew she liked being gently abused. His dirty attention to detail aroused her even more. He chuckled when he felt her inner muscles twitching with horny excitement.
“Am I doing my job well, Claire?” he whispered against her lips as he thrust a little deeper, making her gasp.
“Yes,” she said with a gulp.
“The warm-up is almost over,” he moaned as he began to fuck her ass with his tip, gently spreading the lube deeper.
She shuddered and groaned from the overwhelming stimulation. She wished her arms weren’t pinned behind her legs so she could finger her cunt as Jason fucked her.
“You are perfectly ripe now,” he said with a grin as he gently pulled out of her and looked at his coworkers. “Cory, sit on the end of the coffee table, please,” he ordered.
Cory sat his cute, blonde ass on the end of the table and stroked his massive cock in anticipation. Jason stood, pulled Claire to her feet, and hauled her over to Cory.
“Let’s give Cory some pussy to lube up his cock a bit,” Jason instructed.
Claire nodded and carefully straddled Cory’s legs while Jason stood guard in front of her, just in case she decided to make a break for the exit. Cory guided his dick against Claire’s wet cunt as she slowly lowered herself into his lap. Her insides ached with tingles as his thick meat filled her up. She gulped as his tip pushed painfully hard against her uterus. Cory was the shortest man in the room, but he had the biggest cock, and Jason always nominated him to fuck her ass. Jason was smiling and stroking his cock as he watched the pleasure and discomfort on Claire’s face.
“Suck me a little, Claire. The lube tastes like cherries,” he said as he ran his fingers into her golden hair and pulled her head down.
She eagerly parted her lips and took his cock into her mouth in spite of where it had been. She didn’t care at that point. She had never sucked Jason before, and she had always wanted to. She knew he wouldn’t let her finish. He had bigger plans. He groaned as she sucked the cherry flavoring off his tip. Then he pushed her away.
“Get comfortable, Cory,” Jason ordered, prompting him to lay back on the coffee table.
He pulled Claire down onto his chest as he lay back. Then he held her steady by her tits. Her blond hair fell into his face and mouth, making him laugh and complain. Mark assisted at that point by gathering Claire’s hair together and moving it to the side of Cory’s head. Mark’s erection was hanging over Claire’s face as he worked, tempting her to suck on it. She decided against it when she remembered Jason making fun of her for being too eager.
“That’s a familiar sight,” Jason said with a smile as he admired their stacked bodies. “We had more room on the kitchen table. Either way, I’ll get Claire properly skewered on Cory’s cock before we proceed,” he said as he picked up Claire’s legs and spread them wide.
Claire gulped as she watched Jason pull Cory’s cock out of her pussy and press it against her anus. Cory felt what he was doing and gently thrust forward, forcing his tip inside her. His feet reached the floor from the short coffee table, allowing him plenty of thrusting range. She gasped and tensed as his thick meat opened her up again.
“Slow down, Cory,” Jason warned. “You’re a lot for her to handle.”
“Sorry,” he whispered against her ear.
She could feel his pulse throbbing through his cock inside her. Cory waited for Claire to relax before he began pushing in more. He slid in fairly easy thanks to the lube, but the ache from her stretched muscles was still there.
“Very hot,” Jason sighed as he stepped over and brought his tip to Claire’s pouting red cunt. Being stacked on top of Cory conveniently lifted her pussy close to Jason’s cock, allowing him comfortable access. Claire tensed and shuddered to feel Jason’s tip pressed into her wet opening, ready to push inside her. She was about to feel something she had been craving. She had tried to recreate the sensation with dildos once, but it wasn’t the same. Plastic toys lacked thrusting power. Jason watched the pleasure on her face as he began to penetrate her. She felt extra tight, with Cory’s cock taking up so much room.
“Oh fuck,” she groaned as Jason’s cock came to rest deep inside her.
Being stuffed with two cocks felt just as satisfying as she remembered. The heat, pressure, and tension inside her were exquisite. In her excitement, she reached up and grabbed Mark’s cock. He laughed as she pulled it into her mouth and sucked it. She was more than eager to get things started. Amelia had pulled up her skirt and removed her panties. She was ready to watch the show with her fingers buried deep in her cunt.
“This is my idea of an office party,” Jason groaned as he rocked his hips, bouncing his cock inside of Claire as she shuddered with pleasure. “Let’s get to work, men,” he ordered as he picked up Claire’s legs to hold her steady.
They instantly began fucking her. She let out a helpless whimper of ecstasy as they pumped their cocks inside her. Mark held her head between his hands as he worked his cock deep into her throat a few times. He would back off at proper intervals so she could breathe. She grasped his base and pumped him as she worked his tip in her mouth. Mark reached down and massaged her beautiful tits as she sucked him, giving Cory a chance to caress her stomach and massage her clit.
Claire groaned and twitched to have her clit stimulated while two thick cocks pounded her ass and cunt. She wasn’t going to last long at that rate. It was too brutal and too satisfying.
“That is fucking hot,” Amelia groaned as she worked her fingers deep inside her pussy while swirling her clit with her free hand. “Mark, cum on Claire’s tits. I want to see you cum while I cum,” she begged as she massaged her twitching inner muscles.
“Sure thing,” Mark panted as he fucked Claire’s throat fast and deep a few times, quickly bringing himself to orgasm.
He grunted as he quickly pulled out of her throat and pumped his cock over her tits. Claire’s body twitched closer to orgasm as she and Amelia watched Mark’s cum splash in thick globs over her breasts.
“Oh fuck yes,” Amelia groaned as she worked herself to orgasm.
The sight of Mark’s cum dripping down Claire’s bouncing tits had done it for her.
“Oh fuck is right,” Jason groaned as he struggled to hold off his own orgasm after watching Amelia and Mark cum.
Claire reached up and pulled Mark’s cock back into her mouth, wanting to taste his pleasure. Her body tensed and twitched as she sucked the saltiness off his tip. She released his cock and gasped as a powerful orgasm worked its way through her body. Jason and Cory felt the shock of pleasure tightening her inner muscles, and it quickly pushed them to the edge.
“Holy fuck,” Jason panted as he fucked Claire’s trembling body through a breathtaking orgasm.
“Ah! Yes,” Claire whimpered as hot waves repeatedly tensed her muscles around the thick rods pumping inside her.
She groaned and shuddered with satisfaction when she felt Jason’s and Cory’s cum spilling hot inside her at the same time.
“Oh my god… my throat is dry from panting,” Amelia chuckled as she continued to slide her fingers through her excess of arousal.
“Claire’s cunt is pretty soaked. You could wet your whistle with her,” Jason chuckled.
“I’m not that horny anymore,” Amelia sighed as she rolled her eyes at her husband.
“We’ll have to do that next time,” Mark sighed as he plopped down on the sofa to rest.
“Speaking of next time, would you willingly join us for our next fuck-fest, Claire?” Jason asked as he continued to rock inside her, sending cum dripping out of her cunt onto Cory’s cock below.
“Next time? You’re confessing to planning these events?” she asked as she looked at him in disbelief.
“You are the biggest fool of April I have ever met, Claire,” Jason sighed.
“She’s a year-round fool. You should know that by now,” Cory chuckled as he gently slid his cock out of her ass.
“Wait a minute… you guys really did set me up on Halloween? Smiley’s not demonically possessed?” she asked as Jason helped her climb off of Cory so she could stand up.
“I’m the devil you have to worry about, Claire,” Jason said as he pulled her against his chest and smiled at her triumphantly.
Claire stared at his handsome face in absolute disbelief for a moment. She wanted to slap the shit out of him for what he did, but she had enjoyed it too much to justify the violence.
“I can’t believe this,” she grumbled as she glanced at Smiley’s sinister grin. His smile would always mock her. He knew how clueless she was.
“Are you sad that the magic isn’t real?” Cory asked in amusement.
“This is fucking crazy. Can I leave now?” Claire snapped as she pushed Jason away and began gathering up her clothes.
“Hey, hold up a minute,” he ordered as he grabbed her and pulled her against his chest again.
She scowled at him with all her might, but it didn’t intimidate his confident smile. In fact, it made his smile grow more sinister.
“I am Smiley, Claire,” he whispered with perfect confidence, sending a shudder up her spine.
“You’re fucking crazy,” she whispered with a gulp.
“Exactly. If you want this to happen again in a few months, keep that little statue safe. If you want the fun to stop, smash it, and everything will go back to boring. It’s that simple. Don’t tell anyone what happened today. The consequences could be dire. You’re free to go now,” he said as he released her and stepped away.
Claire looked at the grinning faces around her and shuddered. She quickly pulled her clothes back on, grabbed Smiley, and scrambled back upstairs.
“Holy shit! I cannot believe how gullible she is,” Mark laughed.
“It’s a little sad, to be honest. I really like Claire,” Cory sighed.
“Me too. It’s fun watching her get fucked silly. It reminds me of the first few times you guys did it to me,” Amelia sighed as she slid her fingers inside herself again.
“We should stop tormenting her, though. Don’t you think so, Jason?” Cory asked.
Jason was staring towards the door of the closet, completely motionless.
“Dude, what’s up with you? Earth to Jason,” Cory called as he stood and grabbed his arm, breaking his concentration.
Jason staggered a little and looked around the room in confusion. Then he looked down at himself in disbelief for a moment. He looked absolutely dumbstruck at that point.
“Why the fuck are we naked in the storage closet?” he demanded.