SOUL MATES by burgerz

My name is Ryan. I am hopeless with the ladies. I am 25 years old, and I have never been laid. As a matter of fact, the only kiss I had was from my mother and that was just on my cheek. I am a true virgin, and I can’t escape that fact, especially on Valentine’s Day. I want to find my soul mate this year, no matter what it takes.

I walk into the kitchen and see my roommate Joel finishing up his breakfast before work. We are both tall and built. Joel works as a carpenter, whereas I am a part of a concrete crew for the local general contractor. We use our hands a lot, so we have decent builds, not jacked, but can throw around some weight. I have dirty blonde hair, green eyes, and well-endowed at about 7 or 8 inches.

“Ryan, come on, you have to have something happening this year!” My buddy Joel, chided at me. He always was with his girlfriend Lila, so I’m pretty sure he felt bad for me. “If you don’t have any ladies fawning over you, you can always check out 202 East…” He threw that in there as a joke, knowing it would get to me.

“Shut up man, 202 East, is nothing short of myth. Haunted houses don’t exist, and especially not former sorority houses. I may be a chump, but I’m not an idiot.” I jested back at him.

“Alright, buddy, I just don’t want you to die of ‘Man-Handled Dick Syndrome.’ I know how you get after it each night.” Joel started laughing, but that comment was so weird, why would he say that?

“Get lost,” I said to him, I’m tired of having to deal with all this crap, maybe I will try 202 East tonight. It couldn’t be worse than just staying at home, alone. That would be a fine backup plan, as a matter of fact, I might as well try to get laid by a living, breathing woman before I resort to something so stupid.

I grab some toast and butter for a quick snack on the go and head off to the site. I’m usually pretty pissed every morning headed to work, but lately I’ve not had many problems with it, because the owner of the new project has an inspector that walks the site quite frequently, and she is absolutely stunning. Her name is Sara, and she has jet black hair, cut into alluring bangs, she is tall, about 5 foot 8, and has tattoo sleeves, and jewelry in her nose and ears.

Something about the darkness about her is so sexy. She wears dark clothes tight to her body, and you can see her curves are natural and hot. Sara always walks the perimeter of the site every morning, so I have had my fair share of time to ogle her. Sometimes she wears skirts and tights, or fishnet stockings. She definitely does not wear OSHA code attire for a job site, but absolutely nobody would complain. She is a goddess.

“Hey Sara!” I yell after her.

“Uh, hey…” She responds clearly, forgetting my name.

“Haha, it’s all good, my name is Ryan. We only met one time when we did the groundbreaking ceremony. I am on the concrete crew.”

“Sure, what’s up? I’m busy this morning doing the site walk. Do you have a question about the specs or drawings?” She says, trying to break out of the conversation early.

“Listen, I’m just gonna come out and say it. I think you’re smoking hot, and I’ve noticed you every day…” I start saying as she cuts me off.

“Buddy don’t think I haven’t been catcalled a million times before, this won’t work. I must finish up or I’ll be behind all day, please back off.” She remarks as she starts walking away.

“If you’re not busy, we should check out 202 East tonight!” I yell as she starts leaving me behind. I don’t know why I said that I just figured it could catch her attention. Maybe it was the way she dressed that made me think she would be into ghosts.

Sara whipped her head back to me with a smirk. “Are you sure you don’t just want to take me out to some abandoned house to have your way with me while nobody can hear me scream?”

My hands start sweating thinking about how to play this without getting fired for sexual misconduct. “Sara, Sara, Sara, I don’t put out on the first date. I have higher morals than that.” That was the best line I could come up with and I think it worked.

She chuckled and maybe I saw a little blush, “Yea sure, why not. I’ll go with you.” And she glided away, just like that. Honestly, it is surprising how fast she accepted my invitation. I mean, I’ve never had much trouble getting the dates, it was always on the dates that I screwed up.

After a few hours, I’m finishing work, I call Joel to tell him I may not be home tonight and to not worry. I think that may be too arrogant on my part, but gotta have confidence, am I right?

I shower up, pick up some Chinese takeout and as I’m driving to 202 East, I’m feeling very nervous. More nervous than any date, sports game, or moment of my life. I think it is the haunted house, mixed with the hottest date of my life. I’m dressed decently nice, but I’m bringing Chinese and suddenly, I feel like this is the worst mistake. Everything is going to go wrong; I’ll get fired and then be an eternal virgin, maybe she’ll suck my soul out of my body or something crazy like that… and then I see her.

Sara must have gotten there early, because as I parked, I noticed her outside the house, dressed in a dark red skirt, with tights and black boots. Her legs look like they were sculpted by God himself. Her blouse was closer to a random piece of cloth barely holding her boobs together, because my God, they were about to burst out.

She had to have noticed because she looked down, blushed, and yelled at me, “Ryan, I need your help, I think the door is locked. How are we going to get inside?”

Alright, this is go-time. I walked around to the side of the building and noticed a weak windowsill. I grab a big stick and use it to crack open the window.

“After you?” I ask Sara as she saunters past me.

“My gentleman.” She sarcastically remarks as she tries to hoist herself up in through the window, but she is not tall enough. “I need some help, can you lift me, and keep your hands to yourself, big man.”

“Oh, uh, of course. I can help.” I stand behind her and she smells so nice. I grab her hips and start pushing up, and I notice how soft her skin is. Unfortunately, in my stupor of smell and touch, I didn’t notice the shard sticking out of the skill which snags her tights and starts to rip down the side. “Shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen.” I apologize once she realizes.

“Oh, it’s no big deal, I figured they would get ripped later anyways.” She says with a wink. “Let’s get inside, out of the chill, and set up a table to start our Valentine’s Date.”

Something about her wink should’ve thrown me off, but at this point I was thinking with my dick, so no harm no foul. We head inside and everything is dusty and there are tarps covering everything. Sara starts walking towards the dining room and unveils the massive oak dining room table. It almost felt like her eyes flashed with longing and memories.

As we started snacking on our dinner, Sara asks me, “so why did you want to invite me out for a date tonight? Usually, most guys get embarrassed or are too scared to ask out a woman in charge.”

I slurp down some lo mein, “I have always thought you were beautiful, and something about you just drew me in. It’s almost like we were always meant to come here together.” Not sure why I said that I didn’t even think that was true, it just felt like I had to say it.

As we finished up our dinner. Sara took me upstairs. She wanted to keep exploring. As we walked though the house, I kept getting a sinking feeling I was being watched. Almost like this place was truly haunted.

“Oh my God, look at this room, it is spectacular!” Sara shrieked as we entered the master bedroom upstairs. It truly was grand, a four-posted king bed with rich oak wood, and a spacious room with a great, luxurious rug. There was a beautiful armoire, and it held coats and dresses inside that must have been from hundreds of years ago. “This is so luxe!” Sara says as she started taking out dresses. “Turn around, I need to try some of these on.”

I wasn’t going to deny this opportunity, although it did feel like we were invading space from another time. I kept feeling like something was reaching out to touch my shoulder, almost like something was trying to wake me up. By the time I turned around, Sara was adorned by the most dazzling dress. Peculiarly, the dress fits perfectly.

She spun around, her aura intoxicating. I felt like I was getting high watching her maneuver around the master suite. Her beautiful curves caught my eye immediately. I was captured by her body. I had to have another feel of her skin, but I couldn’t quite move the way I wanted to. She walked over to a record player and put on something that mellowed me out right away. As the music played, she continued to dance and swayed about the room. Casually walking towards me, she put her hand on my chest, she said, “Finally, I’m back and you will be mine.”

At this point it was too late to run, I was already under her spell. Sara started dropping to her knees and as she fell, she licked her lips. Her tongue was like that of a serpent, long with a split end. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak, all I could do was follow along. She had tricked me, she lured me to this place, what was she?

My belt unbuckled and she slid her hand inside my underwear and gripped my rock-hard dick. It felt cold, and yet soft and pleasant at the same time. Sara continued to stroke my dick in my pants while she looked up at me with her dark eyes. She said, “It’s been a long year since last Valentine’s Day, I waited so long for this. You will be mine, young boy. I will be your first and your last. Now let’s take this nice and slow.” She took my legs out of my pants and my dick sprung free, smacking her in the cheek.

Sara purred, “oooooohhhh, that felt nice. I like when your hot dick hits me in my face. Make me feel like a slut, make me feel like I’m just a body for you to use.” My body moved on its own, I took my dick and started slapping it across her face, I rubbed it across her cheeks, the pre-cum dripping across her nose as I dragged it around her face. She pouted her lips, and I rubbed my dick up and down her lips, as she breathed cold air on it.

“Now let me taste you. Let me feel how big you are in my mouth. Don’t forget I will take my time with you, keep your self-control now, baby.” She grabbed hold of the base of my dick and put her lips around the tip, sucking briefly. Then she opened wide and stuck her tongue out. “Slap my tongue, Ryan, use me, let me feel the weight of your dick on my tongue.” As she commanded, my body refused to deny it, I took my dick and dropped it on her tongue. I repeated, her saliva trail followed as I slapped harder on her tongue.

“Now take my throat, I want you to force yourself on me. Nobody can hear us out here. Make me gag, make me spit. I want your dick deep inside my throat so I can’t breathe. I need to worship you.” Sara sat back slightly, bracing herself as my cock rammed into her mouth, going deeper and deeper. Once it reached its maximum point, Sara began spitting up, gagging, and coughing, so my body took my dick out slowly. Sara was panting as my dick worked its way back into her mouth, sliding back into her throat which was more open this time. Her throat gripping around my dick, it felt so good, so right. She was getting more accustomed to my dick driving into her throat. Her eyes watered, and her mascara streamed down her face. Her jet-black hair was tussled and all over the place. She was my fuck doll, but not of my own volition, she was doing this because she wanted it. I had no say in the matter.

Without saying it this time, my body knew what to do. I took my dick out of her mouth, it was soaked in spit and pre-cum. I started dragging it across her face, drenching her face in slobber and cum. She closed her eyes and let my dick dance across her face, slapping her cheeks, and poking against her mouth. The spit made her bangs stick to her face and her mascara ran even more down her cheeks. Sara was loving every second of this, being used, made dirty, for as long as she haunted this house, this was the best dick she had ever had. She loved being used when she was alive, and now, she haunted this house, doing this for eternity. Feeling a big dick in her throat turned her on so much, she needed to be on her knees, pleasing it.

Sara stopped being submissive and took control of Ryan’s dick. He has been good up until now, but she would take over. She dropped her head down and started slurping on his big balls, they were so full of cum, she could feel it. She sucked on one ball each, then licked her long serpent tongue around his shaft until it reached the head of his dick. She moved her tongue up and down, stroking Ryan’s dick.

On the inside, Ryan would have cum ages ago. This was too much for him, he was too green at sex. He could tell Sara must be some demon or ghost. What he can also tell is that she is going to take his cum and his soul. She was keeping him hard using whatever magic she had; his soul was the only thing keeping him here right now. Ryan has accepted death as soon as he entered the house, somehow, he knew this would happen. He was ready, and this would be the best way for him to go out with a bang, literally.

Sara continued to worship Ryan’s dick. She brought her head back down, sucking his balls again, this time, stroking his long dick with her hand. She begins to moan; she is ready to fuck him to death. She needs his rod inside him.

“Oh Ryan, you have truly infatuated me with your big, strong dick. I cannot get enough of this!” Sara shrieked. She took his hand and laid him on the massive king bed. She sat overtop hit, straddling his crotch. “We were meant to meet; we were meant to fuck, our souls are perfect for each other.” Sara lowered herself and slowly took off her dress she stole from the dresser. In a swift motion, she impaled herself on Ryan’s huge, spit covered dick.

“Ohhhhhh fuck yea. This is it, the moment I waited years for.” Sara began to rock up and down. She slammed her hips down, and Ryan’s entire length reached up inside her. He reached the end of her, all the way to her G spot. They were a perfect match, and Sara knew it, maybe she could reconsider killing him.

She kept raising up and down, slamming her weight on him every time. Her juices flowing out of her, making his dick slide in and out with lewd sounds. Sara got tired and rotated around, staring at herself in the mirror across the room. “Damn, I’m sexy,” she thought. “I love this, I need this forever, he needs to be mine.” As she rode him in reverse cowgirl, Ryan had the greatest view of his life of Sara’s ass riding his big dick with ease. The worst part about it was that he couldn’t reach out and touch it, he was locked out still by her powers.

“Oh oh oh oh oh oh, keep going, please, give it to me harder.” Sara moaned. She was too tired to keep this up. She needs his help. It was risky, this could all get ruined, but she wanted Ryan to wake up and fuck her brains out. Sara turns herself and slides off his dick. “Ryan, I need your help. Please make me orgasm and I won’t kill you after this ends. You will be mine for eternity. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.” That was all Ryan needed to say as he woke up, became active again in his own body, and picked up Sara easily like she was a box of cereal. He positioned her in front of his dick, all while holding her up in the air. Ryan plunged his swollen dick inside Sara with so much force it knocked the wind out of her. He used her like a fuck doll.

“oh SHIT!” Sara screamed. This was the right call, she was so close, he was the right choice. “OOOOOHHH fuck me, fuck me, make me your cumslut, cum in me so hard and deep. We can cum together, please Ryan, make me yours… oooooooohhhhh!!!”

As Sara was screaming, Ryan kept pumping harder and faster. His strokes were long and deep. He was filling up Sara and knew this was it, she was trembling in his arms and his dick was on the verge of a volcanic cumshot. He let himself go. They came together. Sara squirted a powerful stream, while Ryan bucked his dick so deep inside Sara, she was so filled up, with his big dick and hot cum, Sara managed to cum a second time, while her body went totally limp.

Sara and Ryan lay next to each other, coming to the same conclusion in their minds. “I want to fuck you for the rest of my life.” Ryan said to her. At the exact same time, Sara said, “I want to fuck you for the rest of your life.” They had met their match. Ryan finally found his other half, meanwhile, Sara had found the man who could satisfy her needs. They were true soul mates. Ryan had his Valentine’s wish come true.

The next day, when Ryan went to meet Joel and Lila for sushi, he brought Sara with him. A double date for the first time in his life. They had fun, but Ryan knew the best part of the night was waiting for him back in his room, alone with Sara. Who says you can’t find love (or ethereal sex) on Valentine’s Day?

THE END