She walked the silent halls of the old manor. It was her way and all she knew for numberless days. Even her name was just a meaningless echo or a strange scribble on lifeless paper. To her eyes, the halls were as sumptuous and rich as they always have, but she could feel the pull of age and the pang of emptiness.
She didn't see them walk in.
"Michael, don't they say this place is haunted?"
Michael grinned at his young companion. Belinda brushed her dark bangs away from her eyes and adjusted her leather bodice. She only wore it occasionally and forgot how restrictive it could be. Michael grinned and watched her cleavage. They were both dresses in black and leather, celebrating a theme party at their college.
He opened his long black coat like a cape and said in a bad Bela Legosi impression, "Vie ov course it iz haunted..."
"Oh, stop it."
Michael laughed and pulled Belinda into a tight embrace. His hands ran down her back and settled on the bare flesh on small of her back. She purred against his lips as they kissed deeply.
"Bel, you look so damn hot, I've been wanting to fuck you for hours," he said playfully.
Belinda grinned and sashayed back. Michael traced her form starting at her feet. Black patent leather granny boots gave way to thigh high fishnet stockings that didn't tuck under her short mini skirt. Her black bodice pushed her breasts up teasingly as an ankh hung from a black leather choker.
"You gotta catch me first, big boy."
Belinda turned on her heels and dashed up the old stairs.
Michael grinned as he bounded after her.
She felt the teasing laughter, and it shook her from her half remembered reverie. She looked around the halls and sensed a breath of life in the old passageway. Not just a breath of life, but she caught the scent of lust over the layers of dust. Another breath breezed by her, and she suddenly saw the hall.
Not as she wished it, but as it really was. Dull. Lifeless.
Curiosity replaced her empty wanderings and she knew she had to follow.
The breaths spun into a familiar room and she saw a young couple pressed against the wall. His hands were on the girl's body, pawing at her breasts. The girl was pulling at his shirt and trying to rip it open. Their lips were locked together, and then she felt an emptiness, a yearning, she barely remembered.
Michael unhooked Belinda's bodice nimbly and freed her pert breasts as they kiss. His skin felt on fire as she reached under his shirt and raked her nails lightly against his chest. Her nipples were already hard from the tight bodice and they became harder still between his thumb and forefinger. Belinda mewed in delight and rubbed herself against her boyfriend.
"Oh Michael," she purred, "lie down, I want that big cock in my mouth before you fuck me."
Michael quickly spread his coat on the floor and laid down on it. He watched as Belinda teasingly put her index finger into the side of her mouth and squatted. Her miniskirt rose and revealed her wispy lace panties. She went to her hands and knees and arched her back like a cat in heat, spreading her hands and dragging across Michael's chest before grasping his belt. Belinda hurriedly opened his pants as if tearing open wrapping paper.
