Ugh. Why did I try and dress in this stupid, skimpy, sexy witch outfit? God, I'm so fucking
cold. I know I did it to be noticed by him, but god, I fucked it up. I stood on the other
side of the room from him for an hour and finally worked up the courage to say hi, and
then a much hotter drunk girl just ran over and hugged him and he forgot all about me.
But, okay. It's fine. It's fine. There's still a chance. I just- I need to remember
what mom taught me before they took her away. Never give up until he's accepted you as
his soulmate. Thank you, mom. Wait. He stopped. Did he see me? Oh, no! This is in! This is
his house! Oh my god, I can't believe this is where he lives! It's so cute! He's got
little pumpkins and cat decorations everywhere and lights and- Oh, shit! Okay. That was close.
He almost saw me when he turned to unlock his door. I gotta be more careful. Okay. Okay.
Okay. Okay. I can do this. I just need- I just need to knock on his door. Surely he'll
understand why I followed him home. I have a pretty good excuse. Then, finally, we can
talk. I get him to invite me in. Maybe he gives me something to drink. Maybe even something
alcoholic. Then, things just happen from there. Easy plan. Oh, god. What am I doing? This will
never work. He's going to think I'm a freak. Oh, god. Oh, god. Okay. I have to hide. Okay.
Those bushes will have to do. I hope he can't see me. Oh, god. He's still wearing part of
his costume from the party. But his shirt is open. He looks even better like this. Gosh.
Okay. Okay. All right. Well, at least he didn't look too annoyed. Maybe he just a little creeped
out. Okay. I can't keep doing this. I can't give up. Just because I tried to talk to him
at the party and failed miserably does not mean he's not interested. It probably just
means he doesn't even know I exist, to be honest. Okay. Okay. Okay. I've got this. I've
got this. I've got this. I've got this. Okay. All right. I'm fine. I'm fine. I won't run.
I won't run. I won't run. I won't run. I won't run. Hi. I mean, trick or treat. Yeah, it's
me. And it was me before, too. I was, you know, kind of tricking you in the spirit of
the holiday and all. So, hi. Yeah, I'm the girl at the party who said hi to you. Oh,
you remember me from class at college? Really? Wow. That's fantastic. I am. I mean, that's
fortuitous. Why am I here? Oh, right. Sorry. I just wanted to return this pen to you. You
dropped it. Well, I mean, you dropped it a few weeks ago. I've had it since then. No,
I wasn't going to keep it honest. I just... Oh, God. This is embarrassing. Honestly, I
wasn't brave enough to talk to you. And I just kind of liked having something of yours
around. Oh, wow. It sounds really creepy whenever I say it like that. So yeah, here it is. I'm
sorry it took so long to get it back to you. I wanted to return it at the party, but I
got shaken out. Do I want to come in? Yes, please. I'm sorry if I seem a little weird.
I guess I'm just a little bit shy. Oh, yeah. Water would be great. Thanks. I had a lot
to drink at the party. Thanks. Thanks again. That's nice water. I know we only just officially
met, but I feel like I already know you so well. Isn't that weird? So yes, I may have
been following you for a while now. I mean, nothing creepy, obviously. Just like, you
know, around town and in public places and, you know, just like finding out which classes
you were taking and learning which restaurants you liked and learning where you lived, meeting
your friends and exes and getting the books I saw you reading. And I mean, yeah, I could
see how you might think behavior like that is a bit suspicious. Yeah, it's not like
I was trying to at home or anything. I need to make sure I have the closet locked. Okay.
What? No, I didn't. No, I didn't say anything. Anyways, I guess what I'm saying is that
I've been doing all these things because I haven't been able to work up the courage
to talk to you. I was afraid of you rejecting me or not talking to me or maybe just laughing
at me. People do that sometimes. Laugh at me. I mean, not that you'd want to know,
but still. No, I'm not one of those creepers who make up a whole relationship with someone
and then get all mad when it doesn't work out. I guess I'm just a different kind of
creeper. I'm the kind who likes you a lot and follows you around too much. You're
smart and attractive and funny and you make this cute little expression when you focus
on something. I know you'd never want to go out with a girl like me though, but I still
had to try. Besides, I really do want to get to know you for real. Yeah, I want to be your
friend I guess. The crush is nice, but I mean, it is a little crazy to think that you just
look at me and suddenly want me when you basically just met me. Honestly, I feel just kind of
ridiculous in this outfit. Thanks, but you really don't have to say that. You really
think I look good as a sexy witch? Thanks. That really makes me feel a lot better for
this whole evening. I removed a lot of material from it, especially in the top, to make it
a bit more revealing. I was a little worried that I was going to fall off the party, if
I'm being honest. I would love to just hang out and get to know you first. I mean, I don't
have a lot of friends in the first place. I can't believe my top just fell apart. This
is the worst. You saw everything before I could cover myself. This is so embarrassing.
I can't even put my top back on without giving you another flash. Can you turn around? Oh
my God, you're not even listening, are you? You're just staring at me. Wait. Wait. Do
you think my tits are hot? No, really. It's fine. Just tell me. Really? Well, then feel
free to look as much as you want. Yeah, I'm not going to bother covering myself anymore.
I love the way you're looking at me right now. I kind of assumed you'd have women over
here all the time getting naked for you. I really, I couldn't believe that nobody went
home with you tonight. I guess you did go home with someone, even if you didn't know
she was there. So, um, do you want to touch them? I mean, you're looking at them pretty
intently, which is fine, but you know, you could do so much more if you wanted. That
feels so nice. Just, yeah, it's fine if you punch my nipples a little. Um, would you kiss
me? Please? Maybe just a little bit? Having your hands on me while you're making out with
me? It's almost too much. Yeah, we can go upstairs to your room if you really want to.
I mean, I'd be more comfortable there. No, I trust you completely. One thing about being
your stalker is that, well, I've gotten to see how you treat people when others aren't
around. You're always so gentle and kind. Is that weird? Okay. Yeah. Um, I can accept
that it's both weird and nice. Oh my God. I'm really here. I imagine this so many times,
but now I'm actually seeing the inside of your bedroom. Sorry. I'm just, um, fangirling?
Stalker-girling? I mean, I knew that I would be wrong, but I did kind of have all of these
elaborate ideas of what your room would look like, what your bed would look like, what
your sheets would be like as you pushed my head down. Sorry. I got a little carried away.
Um, sometimes I do that. Um, so anyway, do you, um, so do you maybe possibly want me
to blow you? Or you've been staring at my tits for a while now actually, and I see you've
got some lotion right over there. Maybe you want to try fucking my tits for a little bit?
Yeah. Um, you can come on me if you want. How about it? Do you want to see your cum
all over my tits and face and neck? I'm so excited. Okay. Yay. Um, just make yourself
comfortable. Oh, here. I could apply the lotion, but I think you might have more fun rubbing
it all over my chest. Make sure you get enough lotion. You have a lot to cover. No, you're,
you're fine. It was just a little bit cold. Yeah. Rub it all over my tits, especially
in between them. They don't want any friction getting in the way of your enjoyment now,
do we? You're really spending a lot of time on my nipples, aren't you? You are so good
with your hands. Not too harsh and not too gentle either. It's different for some girls,
but I am unbelievably sensitive on my chest. Sometimes I almost get off just by playing
with them. Okay. That's it. Just lay back for me. Okay. Let your slutty little stalker
do all the work. Here we go. Your cock feels so fucking hot in between my tits. Um, am
I doing it right? Yeah. It's my first time. I've never really done this for anyone before.
Do you maybe need me to go faster? Okay. Do you like feeling my big soft tits around your
cock, baby? And how wet and slippery they are from the lotion. This is getting me really
wet. I love that came out of your cock too. Yeah. That's it. I see you dancing up. You're
so close, aren't you? Don't hold back, hon. Okay. Just let yourself go. That's right.
Come for me. Please. Please. I want it so bad. Please cover me in your cum. Please.
Yeah. You came alive. You must've really needed that, didn't you? Wait, that's normal for
you? Oh my God. That's so fucking hot. God, I love cum and you just have so much victory.
No, really. I just, I get all turned on when a guy in porn just coats a girl's face and
tits and it's so nice. Plus yours smells really good. It tastes really good too. I mean, it's
not like the best thing ever except that it's yours and it's still hot and that makes it
the best Halloween treat I've ever had. Oh yeah. Tissues would be great to help clean
up the rest. Thanks. Yeah. I know you might need a little bit of rest, but I bet I can
get you back up and running. Why? So you can fuck me, silly. Don't you want to fuck me?
You've come all over me. I'm so fucking wet too, baby. I'll do anything to have that cock
of yours inside of me. All right. Then if you're interested, I'll try and get this beast
back up to full strength then. Clean your cock of my tongue was the added bonus of getting
to taste more of your delicious cock. Getting to suck and clean every single last drop from
you. I like it to taste up and down the shaft. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.
I don't know why I bothered cleaning up the rest of my face. I'm just going to get messy
again. It really is a fucking wonderful cock. Well, yeah, I guess I am biased, but I really
like you, but you know that already. But what you don't seem to know is that your cock is
the best cock. It is. I mean, you know, I've seen a lot of cocks in porn, I mean, and I
got it, but I really enjoy looking at them. I've never felt anything like this just from
seeing one. Much less feeling it pull scum all over me. Taking it in my mouth and tasting
it. Feeling a throb over my tongue. When I say this is the best, hottest and tastiest
cock, I mean it. I don't want any other cock inside me. Just this one. It's going to be
so difficult to get excited by porn again. God, I love having you in my mouth. You're
getting hard again. I bet you'll get even harder if I get you in my throat. Almost.
I did it. Did it feel good having all of you inside my mouth all the way down my throat?
There. You're nice and clean now. All right. You look ready to go again, Tiger. So what
do you think? Do you want me on top or? Hey, you're looking at me really strangely. I don't.
You're really eager, aren't you? Yes, of course it's okay to force me down on my knees and
elbows. I'm assuming you want my head down and my slutty little ass swaying in front
of you like this. Go ahead and take off my panties. It's not like the costume skirt will
stop you or anything. Can you see just how wet you make me? Sometimes I'm just watching
you and I just ache for you to fuck me hard. Is that what you want? Do you want to fuck
me hard? Oh God, you fucking... Oh, you feel me so perfectly, baby. Thanks for giving me
a sec to get used to you. I am, was a virgin. I'm so glad that you got to take my virginity.
It's what I've always dreamed of. Every trope feels so good. Every time you leave, I just
want you back inside. Fuck, this is amazing. Yes, yes, yes, yes. Force my head down and
force yourself inside of me. Yes, yes, yes, yes. Oh God. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,
yes, yes. This is what I always fantasize about. I always wanted you to take me. I always
wanted you, who's so nice and gentle, to take me back to your place and just use me just
like this. Yes, yes, yes, yes. Harder, harder, baby. Yes, harder, harder, harder. I can take
it, baby. Punish me for being such a dirty fucking little stalker. Yes, yes, yes, yes,
yes. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Wait, no, no, no. Don't you dare
touch me. It filled me with that wonderful, delicious, thick gum. Yes, yes, yes, yes,
yes, yes, yes. Fill me, fill me, fill me. Oh God, yes. I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm
coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming. Yes. Oh God. Oh,
God, yes. You are really passionate, aren't you? Oh God, yes. I'm fine, I'm fine. I just,
I need a moment. Only, only a crazy girl would consider that to be too rough. I mean,
sure, it hurt a little, but God, I came so fucking hard. You're so amazing. No, I mean
it. Before, I was obsessed. Now, I'm more satisfied than I've ever been. I really feel
something for you, but I get it if you don't feel the same thing. I know this is kind of
just a sex thing for you, and that's okay. I wasn't trying to trap you or anything,
and I wanted all of this, but I don't want you to think that it has to just be a one-time
thing. If you ever feel pent up or frustrated or really just want someone to take your stress
out on, you can always just call me. I'm serious. You don't even have to get me off or anything.
Just use me like you did tonight or any other way. Oh, no, I get it. I understand why you
wouldn't want to be my friends with benefits. It's okay, really. I mean, it's- What? Okay,
I actually heard you just find that time, but I just want to hear you say it again.
Do you really mean it? You want me to be your girlfriend? For real? Yes, of course. I would
love to be your for real girlfriend, but are you sure? This is just so sudden. For you,
I mean. Well, yes, I do feel like I know you very well, but obviously it's just what I could derive
from extensive psychological analysis of your daily interactions and activities, but-
Okay, fine. Even I can take it. Yeah, let's try dating for a little while. That sounds
wonderful to me. I mean, I know that it's not super serious. It's not like we're getting
married or anything. That'll be in six months or so. Uh-huh. No, no, I didn't say anything.
I promise. Yeah, for now, let's just enjoy some cuddling, okay? Yeah. Happy Halloween to you too.
