I got fucked by a stranger in a hunted house and people thought it was part of performance [21F/26M]

I’m working this twisted haunted house as a “hanged bride” wearing cheap ripped white lingerie, fake blood streaking my cleavage, a loose rope noose dangling from this gnarled wooden post in a foggy corner. There’s a thick black curtain behind it, and my deal’s to hide there, then lunge out with the rope slack, screeching to scare people shitless. I’ve got room to move, jumping forward or ducking back, and the crowd loves it. Then this tall tatted guy turns it into something way dirtier.

It’s packed, groups shuffling by, when he left his batch and slips behind my post. I’m about to lunge when he grabs me from behind the curtain, pulling me half-back so my legs and hips disappear behind it, my upper body still visible. “A bride needs a husband, right?” he whispers, hands slowly pushing my thong down. I hiss, “Fuck off,” but my pussy’s already wet, and he is totally my type plus it's been so long since I hangout with a guy (no puns intended). He feels it, smirking as he shoves two fingers in, pumping fast like following the beat of each scream. I'm totally loving the way he plays me all worked up from the adrenaline. I moan, loud and real, and the next group passing yells, “Damn, she’s creepy good!”

He unzips, and I feel his cock—big, throbbing—and teasing my holes. I’m braced against the post, half-hidden. I want to fuck him face to face but I need this gig. And when he thrusts in, deep and hard, my ass pressed into the curtain. I gasp, jerking forward like I’m lunging for a scare, and the crowd laughs, “That’s insane!” while he’s fucking me, steady and rough, my pussy gripping him tight. My moans spill out—raw, slutty—as I lunge again, rope loose, pretending to claw at them. “Best one yet!” they shout, totally clueless.

He grabs the noose, pulls it just tight enough to choke me hot and light, and moans behind the curtain, “Scream louder.” I do—half-choked, half-ecstasy—thrashing against the post as he rails me harder, his hips slamming my ass, the curtain swaying. My screams turn to moans, high and desperate, and people keep cheering, “She’s really into it!” thinking it’s all fake. I’m cumming, shaking, my juices soaking the floor behind the curtain, while he grunts, “Fuck, you’re tight,” and pulls the rope again, making me gag deliciously.

“Gonna fill this pussy,” he rasps, and I nod, moaning as he pumps me full—hot, thick cum flooding me, dripping out as he keeps thrusting. My body’s jerking, rope slack, lunging at the next group mid-orgasm, and they’re howling, “So realistic!” while I’m leaking his load, hidden from the waist down. He pulls out, slaps my ass, and slips away, leaving me there—half behind the curtain, cum running down my thighs, still “scaring” people with real shaky moans. The best gig so far! and I’m still horny as hell Read More