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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