Part one of two
Playing for the Monster in the Closet
Can she lure the monster out of her closet with her body?
I could feel him watching me. At first, I thought I was imagining it. Monsters hiding in closets were the thing of childhood nightmares. But it was there. I’d shut the closet door before going to bed, making sure it was closed, only to find it open the next morning. I wanted to see it. But it only watched from the shadows of my closet, never coming out. Never revealing itself.
I could feel him watching me. At first, I thought I was imagining it. Monsters hiding in closets were the thing of childhood nightmares. But it was there. I’d shut the closet door before going to bed, making sure it was closed, only to find it open the next morning. I wanted to see it. But it only watched from the shadows of my closet, never coming out. Never revealing itself.
But tonight I was going to try something different. It liked to watch me sleep? Well, tonight it could watch me do a lot more. I’d gone without any relief for too long. Too shy to do anything because I had an audience. Now I was too horny to care. Tonight I left the closet door open. Just a few inches. Just enough for it to see. There were candles on the dresser and nightstand, bathing the room in a soft golden light.
The thick blankets were at the foot of the bed, my naked body covered only by a thin white sheet. My skin was smooth and cool, the ceiling fan creating a slight breeze in the room. A sigh escaped as I pinched a nipple, a shiver of pleasure running through me. My breasts were super sensitive. What would it take to make my supernatural Peeping Tom squeeze them? Lick and bite them?
My hips twitched slightly as my hand slid between my legs. My freshly shaved pussy was almost as sensitive as my breasts, and a moan escaped me as my fingers slid down my already wet slit. A small smile played on my lips when I heard the telltale sound of a small box sliding across the floor just a little bit. I had set it in front of the closet door to make sure I would know when my nocturnal visitor decided to watch.
My fingers slid slowly up and down my slit, my breathing already ragged, my orgasm approaching from the excitement of being watched. I hissed in pleasure as I traced a circle around my swollen clit, my hips lifting off the mattress slightly to increase the pressure. Fuck! I was so damn horny. I wanted to open my eyes and meet the monster’s gaze, let him know I knew. Let him know he could take me.
But I kept my eyes closed, mewling softly as I teased my clit. I slid my other hand down, spreading my pussy lips open as I played. It might have been my imagination but I’d swear I heard a grunt. Just a few feet from the bed. I opened my eyes just a bit, giving in to my curiosity. It was there.
The monster was at least seven feet tall, the horns on top of his head almost scraping the ceiling, and he was broad. Almost as wide as my queen-sized bed. I moaned as my core clenched, my imagination already picturing the huge beast on top of me, having his way with me as I lay beneath him, helpless to escape. As if I’d want to.
His eyed glowed with an eerie yellow light. I had seen those eyes stare at me many times in the past, but never this close. I could practically feel the weight of his gaze as he stared between my legs, never blinking, never looking away. I opened my eyes a bit wider and held back a gasp as I realized he was stroking his cock.
The creature’s hand had three fingers and a thumb, with each finger as wide as three of mine, and those fingers were wrapped around the biggest cock I’d ever seen. It had to be as thick as my thigh, and probably as long, and his hand was sliding up and down the entire length, the light from the candles glistening on the precum coating the tip of his super-sized shaft.
“Fuck,” I moaned, wondering what that monster cock would feel like, sliding one, then two, fingers inside my tight pussy.
The monster growled softly when I spoke, moving closer. His hand began moving faster. His tongue was hanging out of his mouth, his breathing loud, ragged.
“Fuck me,” I moaned.
A third finger joined the first two as I fucked myself faster, the decadent sound of my wetness echoing through the room. I raised my legs up, spreading my pussy wide as I forced a fourth finger into my tight hole. I winced at the brief bite of pain but the discomfort was quickly consumed by pleasure as I fucked myself, stretching my pussy wider than ever before.
“Yes,” a deep low voice growled. The monster began thrusting his hips, his fur-covered hand sliding up and down his thick cock faster and faster.
“Come for me,” I yelled, unable to restrain myself.
The beast’s eyes widened as he realized I could see him, and then he howled as he came, coating my body with thick ropes of monster cum.
My eyes rolled back in pleasure as my body was covered with his thick white cream, my own orgasm making me scream with unbridled ecstasy. I came so hard that I must have passed out for a few minutes. When I opened my eyes again, my monster was gone. But there was no doubt that he’d been real. I was still covered in his release, and I could see a trail of monster jizz on the floor, leading back into the closet.
Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed my story. There’s more coming from the monster in the closet in the near future but if you have the urge to scratch that monster itch now, you might want to try Seduced by the Pumpkin King, available at Amazon and free for Kindle Unlimited subscribers…