Halloween Party

"You are invited to a Halloween Party", the card read. "The Wizard requests your intimate company". There is an address. You take your time getting ready. You choose your underwear carefully, deciding to abandon the bra, getting the outfit and makeup just right. Your taxi arrives and you are delivered to a suburban street. Most of the houses are dark, their closed curtains forboding in the autumnal chill. One big house stands out, having party lights strung all down the drive, and illuminated by a pair of giant carved pumpkins either side of the door. The Halloween Party is at the big house. You walk purposefully up the gravel drive. The door is ajar. You step inside.

Inside, the only lighting is ultra-violet, creating glowing whites and fluorescents and almost eveything else dark. There are decorations which glow in the light. There are spiderwebs hanging from everything. A musty smell of damp sacking heightens the effect. In the main room there is music, drinks are being served, people are meeting and chatting. And getting friendly.

You're dressed as a sexy witch, in a short black halterneck dress, stockings and suspenders, and high-heeled boots. Your face is painted but it cannot hide your beauty. The pointy hat sets off the effect, and you are not short of attention. But it's not the attention you're looking for...

After a while, you wander off down a side corridor. There are many rooms, all lit the same way, some empty, some with groups of people, some with couples. Still you don't find what you seek. Up the sweeping staircase, the rooms become less populated. The last one has a carved pumpkin outside. There's a picture of a wizard on the door. The sign reads, "Trick or Treat?"

You go inside, heart pounding. I am sat in an armchair in the corner of the room, beyond a long table topped with soft leather, wearing a long wizard's robe with silver moons and stars all over it, and a matching pointy hat. "Trick or Treat," you whisper.  After some seconds I respond. "That, my dear, depends on you"...

I stand and walk towards you. We meet at the end of the table. I look into your eyes, searching your soul for your heart's desire. Without warning, I bend you over the table. Your body lies flat, your arms out ahead, and your black thong hides nothing of your sexy ass. I begin to spank you with my bare hands, your ass cheeks reddening with each slap. Your breath comes in gasps. Slap! Slap! Each buttock in turn receives the attention of my fingers. Your backside tingles, but it's exhilarating, not painful. You find yourself perversely looking forward to the next slap...

Suddenly I stop. I walk round to the other end of the table and flip the velcro straps over your wrists. Your eyes take in the tent in my robe, before I walk back to the other end. I pull the crotch of your thong to one side and insert two fingers into your wet pussy. As my fingers work inside you, seeking your pleasure zones, my thumb massages your asshole.

"Well my dear, is this a Trick or a Treat for you?




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"Trick", you gasp.

"So sorry my dear. I think you should have a treat to make up for it."

One finger slips out of your pussy, the remaining one gently massaging inside. I bend down to place tender kisses on your tingling buttocks, covering them with the soothing touches of my lips. The remaining finger slides out, and I gently slip your panties over your hips, down your thighs, leaving them above your knees. I smell your musk, and my tongue is drawn to your pussy. I lick up and down the slit, enjoying your flavour. My tongue pushes inside. You feel it enter and release a small sigh of pleasure. It winds its way round, teasing your pleasure zones, tasting your juices. Though you can do little to escape, you don't even want to.

I stand up, and you let out a little gasp of disappointment. Your dress has buttons all down the back and I undo each one, laying you bare. I open a drawer in the table and select an item which you cannot see. The oil is cool on your glowing buttocks, and you moan softly as I massage it in. It runs down your crack, and my fingers follow. You cannot help but enjoy your asshole being teased, but soon it is your pussy which is being massaged with the oil, and what was already wet becomes slick. The sensation delights you... then those slippery fingers get to work on your clitoris! A finger each side, squeezing your sensitive bud between, then sliding over the top... your moans become more urgent, your body tenses while your hips try to writhe away from the sensation of overload which threatens to overwhelm you... when suddenly it stops.

I stand behind you. I undo the fastenings of my robe; there is nothing underneath. My cock slides straight into your oiled cunt, right in deep... I hold it there for several seconds, feeling you pulsating under me. Then I begin to work it slowly in and out.

My dick is deep inside you. My hands are working the oil up your back, fingers along your ribs, thumbs press up your spine, your back arching to maximise the sensation. The dick slides slowly out, my hands work down to the slimness of your waist. I push in again, my fingers oil your ribs and the sides of your breasts. Your mind is spinning and you don't want it to stop. The hands are holding your waist tight as the pounding member begins to pick up pace. Each stroke slaps against your slick ass, pumping your pussy mercilessly. Your knees are weak and you are glad of the table's support, stretched flat as you are across it. Shudders wrack your body; you know you have to cum, and cum now! I feel your pussy flood, your body shake, I hear your ecstatic groans. My cock is hard and hot, and as it begins to pulse I pull it out and shoot my streams of cum across your oily ass...

"Well, my dear," I say, "Do you like it nasty or nice? What's it to be next? Trick... Or... Treat?"


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