The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts VI – VIII & Epilogue - Sex Stories

The Attic – A Ghost Story, Parts VI – VIII & Epilogue

... steel against her hips.

When we finally separated, I made a motion towards the attic.

“Let’s go take a look at what we have up there,” I said. “We’ve found some things since we talked yesterday, so I hope you can help me out.”

“I’ll help you however I can,” Angelina said, touching my arm lightly with her fingertips and following me up to the attic.

“Wow, you really have done some cleaning up here,” Angelina said. “This is great. What did you want my help with?”

“Actually, what I needed your assistance with is over here,” I said, guiding her towards the twin’s room. The door was closed, and I pulled it open, giving her a view of the black brick wall and the heavy black door that stood open.

“This is...interesting…” she said, hesitantly approaching the black door.

“Have you ever seen this wall or door before?” I asked.

“No,” she said. “Like I said, I’d never been up here until the house came on the market.”

She was hovering outside the black door. I reached around her and flicked on the light.

“Wow,” she said, looking around. “This is amazing, what a setup.”

“Yeah,” I said. “It looks like the twins had quite the party room up here. I wonder what this stuff would sell for.”

“It looks pretty clean. I bet there’s a market for it somewhere online,” Angelina said.

“Oh, and there’s some clothing too.”

I had left out a leather corset and a pair of thigh-high boots sitting on one of the massage tables. I held them up. Angelina came and stood ...

... beside me, running her hand down the leather, while at the same time, pressing her hips against mine.

“I thought of you when I saw it,” I said softly, looking down at her, smiling. “I’d love to see you try it on.”

Angelina smiled. “I’d love to try it on for you,” she said.

She smoothly peeled off her tank, letting her thick tits free, exposing her wide aureoles and aroused nipples. She held my gaze as she ran her hands lightly across her chest, then slid her fingers into the waistband of her shorts and pushed them to the ground. Her pussy was completely shaven, with small, moist lobes coming to a point at her clit that was erect and poking out. A dribble of juice slipped to the end of the nub and hung there for a moment before dropping to the floor.

She wrapped the corset around her midsection and I helped her with the clasps, then she sat down on the couch and pulled the thigh-high leather boots on. When she stood, I have to admit, she looked hot. It was too bad she was protecting a murderer.

She slipped up to me, her pendulous tits and thick thighs quivering as she walked. She pressed her bare chest against mine and ran a hand up my cock that was pressing against the front of my shorts. She offered her lips to mine, and I leaned down and kissed her.

“Since we’re here, any of these devices we want to try out before you sell them?” she murmured.

“Yeah,” I said. “It’s too bad my wife isn’t into this sort of thing.” I moved to the rack-like device. “Do you ...