Nevada Day - Sex Stories

Nevada Day

... with thick salt and pepper hair. I smiled up at her and said, “You have nothing to worry about.” “Good! Now, let’s get something to eat dear.” “It’s was good seeing you again Morgan. And tell Jacob thanks again for adjusting my account. I was afraid I’d have to find another accountant.” “I’m sure he’ll be happy about that.” “What adjustment are you talking about?” asked Tatum as they walked away. “I told you dear, Jacob realized I was getting over-billed so I have a credit on my account…” Mr. Rocca’s voice trailed off as they left. Shortly after the Roccas left, I noticed three men wearing full masks that I couldn’t identify standing together. One was Frankenstein, one was a Wolf-Man, and one was the Phantom of the Opera. All three had the same build and I was sure one of them was Mr. Hoskins. The identity of the other two men was a mystery, but I liked the idea of a mystery. I smiled and flirted with all three, but none of them seem to react. The party raged on and I decided to check out the haunted rooms. One was a cemetery with tombstones that bore the names of all the employees, including mine. I won’t lie, that was a kinda creepy. Another was a mad scientist’s laboratory where there was an assortment of bizarre experiments in jars. The next was made to look like a gourmet kitchen that’s main ingredient was human body parts. Arms, legs, feet, hands, fingers, toes, and even heads hung along the walls. There was even a chef who looked a bit crazy inviting you in to have ...

... a taste. Though the décor said otherwise, the samples were rather delicious. Each room I went into was creepier than the last and really added to the theme. The last room I visited was Mr. Hoskins’s office. There was a coffin in the center of the room that was open and empty. I giggled at the thought of my boss being a vampire. The coffin was lined in dark red satin, a few candles were lit on my boss’s desk that was covered in black satin, but the creepy vibe gave an erotic feel to the room. I could picture Mr. Hoskins fucking any woman of his choice on that desk, myself included. “Good evening,” said a man’s voice. I turned to see the Phantom standing behind me. “Good evening.” “What’s a lovely young thing like you doing in a stuffy place like this?” There was something familiar about his voice, but I wasn’t sure who it was. “I work here.” He laughed. “I know that, silly.” “I know you, don’t I?” I asked. “You do,” he said, locking the door and closing the gap between us. I bit my lip. My heart raced. “Care to give me a hint?” I could see him smile as he said, “Now, where would the fun be in that?” I looked up into his gray eyes and knew instantly, who he was. “Mr. Hoskins?” “Jacob, please. Tonight I’m Jacob,” he replied. He removed his mask, unhooked my veil, then took me into his arms and kissed me hard. Now, I’ll admit that I’ve been attracted to my boss since the day I met him, but I assumed that he had a girlfriend or a wife. I mean, he’s fucking gorgeous. In my humble ...