Halloween has always been my favorite holiday. Perhaps it’s the opportunity to be someone else for a night without consequences, or just the fact that I like ornate dresses from other time periods and never have another chance to wear them.Most women will take the chance to dress like a complete whore because they know that under the guise of Halloween it is acceptable. I am no exception.
As most of you know from reading my blog it’s not uncommon of me to do this on any other night either, but on Halloween I’m not just a slut, I’m a slut pirate, or princess, or whatever I’m in the mood for.This Halloween I had been determined to do something fun. For the last 8 years I had done nothing.
The man I had been living with wasn’t into Halloween and though I begged, he’d never take me anywhere. Why I didn’t just go on my own I couldn’t say, but now I had the chance and I wasn’t going to let it slip through my fingers.I spent two months hounding my brother to take me to the gay bars with him but he claims he doesn’t go to bars anymore now that he’s spoken for so I had to find my own party.
Alas, with only a week to go I had found nothing and was rather distraught.I did have a lovely pirate dress and a desire to turn some heads and drive a few men crazy, but I hadn’t found anywhere to go.Then I get a text from my mother inviting me to help out at the haunted house they go to every year. Well, I suppose if nothing else I could always do that.So Halloween morning I awoke and immediately donned my costume. A short pirate dress in faux leather, faux red velvet, and cream lace. My black fence-net stockings, knee high spiked leather boots, and black rhinestone studded dog collar transforming the bit of lace from a delicate wench to the naughtiest pirate seductress.
The bodice was low and showed my cleavage nicely, not that it is easily hidden at a 38F. I decided to forgo panties for even though I expected little attention as I was to be put to work, I wanted to feel sexy anyway and the cool breeze up my skirt was a lovely reminder of who I really was. The pirate slut who really longed to come out and was only being kept at bay by the realization I was to spend the entire night with my parents.
When I arrived at my parents house my stepfather was sure to comment on how his friends wouldn’t be able to keep their eyes off me in that costume. I merely laughed. I had always donned the pretense of ice queenliness with my parents. It amused me that they had no idea who I really was.I’m sure my stepfather thought me quite the tease, but I had no idea if he realized how often I tended to follow through. Either way I’m sure he didn’t care as long as he got a good view of my tits in the process. It didn’t matter to me much.
He was my mother’s third husband and so little like a father that it was barely creepy.When we arrived at the haunted house I have to say I was rather impressed by what could be done to ones own house. The man who ran the place, a friend of my stepfather’s, had gone all out to create a huge haunted house. There were animatronic corpses, open graves with dead bodies popping up, a remote controlled monster that crawled around frightening children.
There was a path one had to follow to get candy. It was my job to point them through the haunted garage which had been formed into a horseshoe with a large electric chair in the middle, then out again into the front yard where they walked through the cemetery, past the front porch where my mother awaited with the candy, and out past my father’s friend John, a horrible perv who had drooled over me since I was 14.
He was drunk before we even got there and he kept trying to get me to talk to him. If I didn’t know he’d tell my stepfather every bit of it I’d love to suck him off just to freak him out, but I ignored him most of the night and heard he went home early because he couldn’t stand up any longer.
I enjoyed myself immensely, directing traffic, complimenting little children on their costumes, pretending to be afraid of the clowns and princesses. I’d stand there running my finger over the blade of my cutlass and stare ominously, attempt to trick or treat the men out of their beers, ask where the rum was, and make the teenage girls giggle when I shouted “surrender the booty!”I was amused to consider that most of them had no clue that I was checking out their short skirts and thigh high stockings just the same as the old perverted men. If I could have gotten my head between their legs I’d leave them shaking far more than the electric chair which vibrated their bottoms and made them squeal.
I watched my stepfather standing only a few feet away in the middle of the driveway. His costume was that of a skull headed monster. He was thoroughly covered from head to toe, the mask was heavy and thick and lit up in different colors. His intention was to look as much like a statue as possible and it worked. Everyone questioned as to whether or not he was real.They would walk past him hesitantly and most of them he would let go, then he would spot some older woman or unsuspecting man and touch their shoulder or put out his hand suddenly and ask for a high five. Of course they’d scream in shock, laugh, and high five him. Some of the little kids were still too afraid but he was persistent and nice and eventually he won them over. Whenever a child was too afraid to go through the haunted house he would walk through with them to ward off the evil monsters as he was apparently a good scary guy.There were cop cars up and down the road directing traffic as well over 3,000 people came to see the haunted house.
A large man in a uniform and glowing yellow vest found his way over to me many times and commented on my costume, then vanished.
A tall skinny boy, no more than 17, was walking the crowd in a black outfit and thick black cloak with multiple swords at his side. I immediately took a liking to him, and not just because he offered me his cloak when I got cold.As the night wore down and the crowd thinned I went down by the street and took a break. There I found my sweet little teenager and the large wannabe police officer. He had the car but I have no idea what his title was, he said he was part time emergency something. I find I didn’t really care, I was more interested in talking to the young man.It’s not common for me to like younger men but he was telling me how his costume had come from a video game and when I was able to correctly identify the game he was hooked. We were very much enjoying each others company but I was unable to shake the psudo cop.
When my young friend went off to change out of his heavy costume I found psudo-cop, who’s name was Ben, trying to find any reason he could to squeeze close to me.
He pulled a tootsie roll out of his pocked and offered it to me, “Tootsie roll, Tootsie?”
I politely giggled though the joke was stupid. He quickly became bolder. He asked my name, where I worked, etc. Asked who I was there with, obviously hoping it wasn’t a man. I informed him I was there with my parents, in fact that was my father standing not ten feet away playing with the children.
”How old are you?” his questions were direct and obvious, I knew exactly where this was going. Suddenly I wondered why I was being so icey. Was it just because of the young teenager? I admit, he impressed me and appealed to me on a level far deeper than sex but I knew i wasn’t going to get anywhere with him. Not only was he jailbait, but the son of a friend of my father’s and it would be too hard to conceal.This man didn’t know my family. What’s more, he was being so bold as to lead me to believe he didn’t get laid often and was simply going to put it all out there and see what happened.
Suddenly my predatory nature kicked in, the wetness between my thighs that had been brought on by the squealing teenagers was apparent in the cool night air. This man had no idea what he was getting himself into.”Twenty-five”. I told him, honest in spite of the rumors I looked more like 19.
”Thirty-one, and look, no rings!” he showed me his hands as if that was really a concern of mine. I simply smiled.He began talking about his job and I feigned interest. I watched my stepfather with the children, my mother was still passing out candy, my little video game warrior had gone off in search of his command and conquor assault rifle he wanted to show me.
I looked up and down at this large clumsy worded fool and I imagined the look on his face when I sucked his cock down my throat and I knew I had to do it.
”I’m getting kinda cold,” I interrupted, not even hearing a word of what he was saying. Pouncing on the opportunity of a lifetime he informed me his car was only ten feet away, not more than twenty feet from the driveway but with all the fog and the position of the car I felt it would be safe enough.
”Could we sit in it a few minutes, please?” I put my arms around myself and shivered, jiggling my breasts and he looked at me kinda shocked for a moment. All night he’d been throwing out obvious attempts to get me in his car. He’d even offered me candy like a perv tempting a child. Now all he could manage was a muttered,”Yeah, sure,” as he lead me down to the curb and to his car.
He opened the back seat and I slid in, he followed quickly. Now that he was getting what he’d wanted all night he seemed to be unsure what to do. He started talking again, random drivel I had no interest in when I crawled up on the seat, squeezed his crotch in one hand and asked,”So when do I get that tootsie roll?”
“Holy shit,” he stared at me and I had to bite my tongue not to laugh. That was always the way, so forward and brave until they got what they wanted. Looked like I was going to have to take charge and I had no problem with that.
I crawled up on the seat and on top of him, he positioned himself with his back against the door. I kept my hand on his crotch working him into a nice hard bulge.
”You gonna let me suck your cock or are you all talk?” Quickly he fumbled with the button of his slacks and pushed them unceremoniously down. My chilled little hand made contact with hot flesh and I heard him gasp. I was still at eye level with him and smiled. “Too cold?” I asked, he muttered a no. I glanced out the window and could just make out my stepfather in the driveway through the fog.Slowly I inched my way down to his cock. It was short and fat, maybe four inches, his balls were large and heavy though and the heat of it in my cold fingers sent electric shocks through me.
I leaned down and licked him slowly from balls to tip, relishing the slight musky male scent. I licked him on all sides, leaving him slightly wet, then wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, holding his balls in my other hand I slowly lowered myself over his cock, my mouth still open but my tongue swirling him as I went down. Exhaling warm breath around his cock.When I reached his base I clamped my lips around him and still swirling my tongue as best I could I held him there a moment sucking lightly, my fingers clamped around him beneath my lips. As I slowly worked myself back up I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked him.As I came off his cock I looked up at him and he was watching me. I smiled in the dark.”I wanna see your tits,” he whispered. I pretended to be uncomfortable and looked back towards the house. We were only twenty feet away at most, lots of fog though. The idea of being seen was always a turn on for me.”You worried Daddy might see?” suddenly he didn’t seem so shy anymore and I knew he was turned on at the idea. I had forgotten I’d introduced the man as my father, not my mom’s third husband. It took on a different meaning for him and I decided to play along.I directed his hand to my chest and felt it dip inside my bodice, under the strapless bra. His hands were cold and I could feel the heat of my breasts by contrast as he slid his hand along under the cup and a thumb over the nipple. I looked back and forth between my stepfather and this man.I leaned close to him, still stroking his cock with my left hand and whispered, “You like having me suck your cock with my daddy right there, don’t you? You wanna fuck his little girl right under his nose,” I took control of his other hand and directed it under my skirt where it came in contact with my hot cunt, completely bare and shaved slick and smooth. His cold fingers darted into my snatch with no warning and I gasped but quickly turned it into a groan as I wiggled on his fingers, wishing I had more but I had no condoms and wasn’t about to risk it.Freeing my hand from his cock I sat up, his fingers still deep in my cunt, and pulled down the top of my dress. My large tits hung mere inches from his face and quickly his fingers were removed from my cunt and smearing my own juices over my tits.
His cock was pressing against my cunt insistently but I wasn’t going to let him fuck me. I moved my hips up and down getting it wet with my cunt juices while he played with my tits.All the while I realized that I was well above the window level and could possibly be seen. If not by my stepfather than by many other patrons of the haunted house if they came this way, but I didn’t see anyone very close so I didn’t think I had. Either way the idea of being watched spurred me on.Realizing he was getting dangerously close to pushing inside me I slipped back down and sucked his cock into my mouth. He attempted to reach as far as he could to play with my tits while I sucked. I took him in all the way, held him there, and pulled back up. I held up his cock and sucked each of his balls into my mouth in turn while I stroked him, then sucked him down my throat once more all the while he fondled my tits as he watched.
”You think your daddy is watching?” he asked. “Does he know what a little whore he has for a daughter?”
I didn’t answer but rather wrapped my hand around his cock and twisting, dipped my tongue down into my fist and frantically licked the tip of his cock while I played with his balls.
”Jesus, where did you learn to do that?”
Instead of answering I sucked him down my throat once more then lifted up leaving as much saliva on his cock as I could. I took each of my hanging tits in hand and wrapped them around his cock, then bouncing up and down I proceeded to fuck him with my tits.
”Oh god, that feel so good.” With each thrust I attempted to lick the head of his cock between my tits but he was too well covered to manage it. I watched his face as I fucked him with my tits and I knew it wouldn’t last much longer.
”You gonna shoot that hot load all over my tits?” I asked him, my words punctuated by my heavy breathing as I bobbed up and down, my tits in hand.
He groaned a yes and I got a bit more daring. “I love having your big hard cock between my tits. I want your cum all over them. I want to lick it off. Come on, fuck my tits, give me your cum!
”With a groan he grabbed my tits in both hands, halting my progress, but with his cock still wedged between them his cum shot out soaking my cleavage, a small bit hit me in the chin, the rest drizzled down my cleavage and onto my tits, and back down onto his cock. We held that position a moment, his hands on my tits, me waiting ever so patiently for him to come down. My tits covered in cum. When he spoke again it was a plethora of swear words. I laughed and settled my tits back into my bra, and pulled the bodice of the dress back over the cum, leaving it where it was.
”You need a towel or something?” he asked.
”No, I think I’ll leave it there. Something to remember you by.”
We made sure no one was looking as we got out of the car. He checked me over to make sure I didn’t look too recently taken advantage of and it was decided it wasn’t noticeable. We went back to stand at the end of the driveway and I found my little video game nut waiting with his assault rifle which I assured him was amazing. We chatted a while longer until my parents came by and said they were tired and wanted to go home. I trotted off without so much as a look back at him, just a simple “Later, fellas, nice to meet you.”
Back in the car they asked if I’d enjoyed myself and I said I had, “Couldn’t get that damn wannabe cop away from me though. He kept trying to talk me into getting into his car with him.””You mean Ben?” my mother asked incredulously, “And he’s MARRIED! You hear that, Frank? Ben, kept trying to get her to go back to his car with him. Dirty old man!”I smiled to myself in the back seat and hoped they couldn’t smell the cum on my tits.
