2 comments/ 24180 views/ 5 favorites Happy Halloween By: Dr. Bull It was Halloween and I was working the haunted house for the tenth or eleventh year, the club I belong to does one every year to raise some funds to help kids and keep our programs going the rest of the year. It's always a challenge getting a place to hold it, the props to furnish it and then finding volunteers to man it. But many of us do it every year and have become great friends through the organization. This year I went all out designing a wall that looked as if it had fallen in on me crushing the lower half of my body, effectively killing me. I built a false wall then the "crushing " wall was put on a pulley system so it could be raised and lowered to let me out for breaks and to go home at night. The only small problem was someone else had to let me out, from the backside of the false wall. It worked real well I would lie still as the guides walked our guests through the maze we had built as they neared me I would appear dead then reach out grabbing the leg of some poor unsuspecting young lady begging for help as I bled out. And of course there were trinkets to buy glow sticks, scary stickers, shrunken heads, and we gave the little kids candy on their way out. Our guides each worked out their own stories to correspond with their trip through the house. Shirley was fairly new to our group and about ten years my junior good looking gal with longish black hair, and a devilish personality. She had married Larry a year ago and he had been in the group about three years and was a fun loving guy. He was the chain saw guy, and had been since he started, no imagination. Shirley was working as a guide and she was good setting up the next scare like a pro and getting the actors out of jams if they needed. What you don't know about Haunted houses is the characters quite often get punched, kicked or hit for their trouble and the guide sometimes has to protect them. I was particularly vulnerable lying trapped on the floor grabbing at people. We had devised a working set up where as I grabbed for them, the guide would step up kicking me across the face (missing of course) then as I lie unconscious they stood sort of over me guiding the people on to the next scare. The witch costume Shirley wore did little to cover the well-defined body under it. The flowing black skirt parted as she walked reveling the tall lace boots she ore under it, her bodice lifted her ample breasts into a nice cleavage. This was a witch extraordinary, if the kids weren't scared of her, their "daddy" probably was. As the first night progressed I had gotten tagged by a couple of the guides but just grazing shots, the last group of the night was Shirley's and she missed, or I missed, but I got tagged... hard! Next to my left eye, my head snapped and I damn near passed out. "Oh Shit!" I heard her exclaim as she pointed the people out of the room. "Mick... are you ok?" I waved her on and felt my face, knowing this was going to hurt. By the time they let me out of the wall so I could get to a mirror it was swelling up and would be black by morning. Shirley felt bad real bad, as we had a couple drinks after closing, I told her not to worry. My wife Karen, had been taking money at the door all night, told her "don't worry, if he doesn't get hurt or lose his voice it wasn't Halloween." It helped some but she still swore she'd make it up to me someday. Sure enough the next day I had a shiner, it looked like I had stepped in front of Mike Tyson, "Oh well" I told Karen "less makeup for the wall scene tonight." We got to the Haunted house early and were making repairs from the night before, along with some of the others as they showed up. Larry and Shirley came in just before we started, my eye was black and 1/2 shut from the swelling nearly bring Shirley to tears. I scolded her a bit. "Hey just be careful tonight," I hugged her reassuringly and whispered "besides you're the best looking guide we have, and you give the best show." She stepped back looked at me sort of funny and winked at me... I think. The show started and once again I was trapped in the wall getting kicked every five minutes. Shirley led the third tour, as she kicked I turned to the side and closed my eyes, her foot traveled across my face and she put it down on the other side of my head. I suddenly realized she was standing over me with my head inside her skirt. She stepped away as I opened my eyes catching a glimpse of her thigh high boot, as she followed the group out she looked back at me and smiled. The next time she came by I was ready, again she stopped with my head covered by her skirt, the light reflecting off the floor under that black dress was minimal. Her bare legs disappeared into the darkness; she stood over me just a bit longer this time adjusting her story as an excuse to stand there. Her white panties barely reflected any light, by the time my eyes adjusted she was gone again, smiling once more. As the night wore on she drove me wild as she teased each time waiting just a bit longer before moving on. On what would have been the fifth time she wasn't in her usual rotation and believe me, I kept track. Two more groups and she was back this time as her skirt went across my face the darkness I saw a flash of light. She had taken a glow stick and had placed it in the top of her boot, the illuminate glow showed her beautiful thighs running up to her tight ass and that no longer was she wearing panties. The view was magnificent, her black triangle was highlighted in a dull green glow, the shadows cast by the glow stick were erotic, and she stepped away with her crowd. I looked into her eyes, mouthing "WOW" to her. "I'll be back" she whispered, I was still visioning that image in my mind when the next group came in and I damn near got kicked again. Two more times she came by showing me her little patch of paradise. Then as another group came through, out of the corner of my eye I saw her slide through the secret door to the false room I had built for the rest of my body. The night before I had wore jeans and had lain uncomfortably on the seams all night, so that night I had opted for sweat pants and had been much more comfortable. She started by teasingly running her fingers up and down my legs, then ran her nails across my crotch getting my attention. As the next group came through and I tried to concentrate on the scare, as I reached towards them she hooked her fingers under top of my pants and pulled them down to my knees, taking my boxers with them. As the group left I found myself trapped in a wall with my pants at my knees and a hard nine inches of meat pointing at a woman I couldn't see. I struggled to raise the wall and found that I couldn't budge it at all. I felt her fingernails slowly tracing my genitalia, one hand tickling the hairs on my testicles the other wrapped it's self around my shaft. From the other side I heard "don't worry... I just want to show how you sorry I am." As the next group entered I could feel her hot breath on blowing on my penis. Again I tried to reach for the group, just as she took me in her mouth. I ducked just in time the performance was only half hearted, and the guide looked at me strangely as she took the group to the next room. Her tongue was a thing of magic, her mouth pure pleasure, then suddenly it was gone the cold air of a light breeze was cooling my hot wet member. I reached for the next group scaring the hell out of some high school girls, as the group left I felt it... warm, tight and wonderful as she lowered herself on to my eager rod, slowly ever so slowly. Then she rocked her pelvis forcing me deep inside and then she rose to the point just the head was left then down again. I blew my load deep inside her as her vagina clamped hard around me and my body went limp as the next group of Halloween goblins went by, I must have looked like a sweating dead guy and I didn't move. They went on and I was still deep inside Shirley, when the lights went turned on, "THAT'S IT! ALL DONE!" "SOMEBODY LET MICKEY OUT OF THE WALL." "I'LL GET HIM!" Shirley yelled, as she got off me. She pulled the rope letting me out then let the wall back down, as I pulled my pants back in place. "Am I forgiven?" she whispered as she hugged me. I smiled "Honey, I like your apologies, you can kick me anytime!" Happy Halloween Wanda dropped onto the sofa with a big sigh. Her nineteen-year-old daughter Melanie plopped down next to her, so close their thighs were touching. "I'm glad that's over," Wanda said. "I don't think I've ever seen so many trick-or-treaters before." "Yeah, there were a lot of them," Melanie agreed, running her hand up and down her mother's smooth bare thigh. "But, you know the evening isn't over yet? It's time for the older kids and adults now." "Do we have to do that?" Wanda asked, as Melanie's hand slid under her short skirt and began stroking her wet pussy through the crotch of her plain white cotton panties. "You know we do," Melanie continued, pushing the crotch of her mother's panties into her sopping wet cunt, causing the woman to moan. As she pushed her fingers deeper into her mother, taking her panties with them, she pressed against the older woman's clit with her thumb. "Oh, god," Wanda moaned, leaning her head back on the couch, enjoying the sensations her daughter was generating between her legs. She made no attempt to stop the girl when she felt her unbuttoning her blouse so she could get at her big 38C tits. "Strip," Melanie growled into her mother's ear, after a couple of minutes of this stimulation. Wanda quickly slid out of her skirt and panties. She then pulled off her blouse and bra so that she sat on the couch, completely naked, next to her still fully clothed daughter. Melanie's hand was immediately between the woman's wide spread legs, fingering her wet fuckhole again, as she licked and kissed her neck, and shoulder. She then began sucking on her mother's earlobe, causing the older woman to moan with pleasure. "Wha... What are you doing to me?" Wanda moaned, as her hips began to rock up to meet her daughter's thrusts into her cunt. "That's a stupid question, slut," Melanie whispered into her ear. "I'm fingerfucking your cunt, getting you ready for the upcoming festivities." "Please," Wanda moaned, "Please don't make me do this." "I'll make you do whatever I want you to do, whore," she growled at her. "For right now, I want you to cum for me. Cum now!" "Oh! God! Yessss!!!" Wanda screamed, as the pleasure washed over her body, making her tremble with excitement. Melanie looked at her mother as she lay on the couch gasping for breath, her eyes closed in post orgasmic contentment. She loved how beautiful her forty-year-old mother looked after she had just cum. She sucked her mother's sweet pussy juices off of her fingers, and smiled at what she had in store for her personal plaything in just another few minutes. *** A little while later Melanie went to answer the door. She had sent Wanda to the bedroom to get ready for the rest of the evening's festivities. When she opened the door Susan and her mother, Lorie, quickly stepped inside. Melanie took the pretty girl in her arms and gave her a kiss that would have curled the toes of a dead man, right in front of her mother who stood quietly behind her dressed in a London Fog trenchcoat. "Glad you could make it," Melanie said, when their lips parted. "I wouldn't miss this for the world," Susan gasped. She then wrinkled up her nose and sniffed. "What's that smell?" "What smell?" Melanie asked, sniffing the air several times. She then smiled with recognition. "Oh that. It's my mom. The house is usually so full of it, I don't really notice it any more. Mom wasn't too sure she wanted to be in the party tonight, so I had to sort of prime her pump, if you know what I mean?" "I know exactly what you mean," Susan said, with a grin. "My mom had the same problem." She reached over and gave her mom's breast a squeeze through her trenchcoat. "Where is your mom?" "She's in the bedroom getting ready," she replied, stepping back from her friend. She then shouted for Wanda, who immediately came into the living room. She was naked except for a pair of three-inch fuck me heals, thigh-high self-supporting hose, leather ankle and wrist cuffs, and a thin leather collar around her long beautiful neck. She looked beautiful. "What about you mom?" "Mom?" Susan said, looking at Lorie who had been standing clutching her trenchcoat closed since she had arrived. The older woman immediately opened the coat and let it slide to the floor revealing her magnificent body and the fact that she was dressed the same as Wanda. "Very nice," Melanie said, as she looked Susan's mother over. Lorie looked almost exactly like her daughter, only older. Both women were more petite than Wanda or Melanie, but their bodies were perfect for their builds. Lorie sported a pair of perky 36B tits with a 22-inch waistline and 35-inch hips. Both she and her daughter were shorter than the other two women. Melanie and Susan had tried being a couple once, but unlike some friends of theirs named Linda and Emma, it had not worked out. The problem was, they both had dominant personalities and neither one of them was willing to submit to the other one for more than a short time. So, in the end, they had decided to remain friends, and just have sex with each other occasionally, keeping their extremely submissive mothers as their primary sexual partners. The older women had been tickled pink, figuratively and literally. "Shall we get them ready?" Susan asked. "The guests should be arriving soon." "Yeah, lets," Melanie responded, with a devilish gleam in her eyes. *** It was close to midnight and the party had been going for over thirty minutes now. Everyone seemed to be having a great time. There were over a dozen guests, all of who were in costumes, not that it was difficult to figure out who everyone was. The guests ranged in age from eighteen to the late thirties, and all were female. "Great party," Carol said, walking up to Melanie, and giving her a hug. Carol was an eighteen-year-old beauty who was dressed as an Arab sheik, complete with turban and oversized rings. She held a leash in her other hand. At the far end of the leash was her thirty-eight-year-old mother dressed as a harem slave in an outfit which just barely covered her most intimate parts. "I like your mom's costume," Melanie said, looking at the definitely over exposed woman. "Thanks, but I think she's a little over dressed," the girl said, tugging on the leash, pulling her very embarrassed mom a little closer. "Especially after seeing those two." "From what I've seen of your mom in the past," Melanie laughed, "She's always been somewhat of a prude. I'm really impressed you got her to wear so little out in public." "Yeah," Carol agreed, with a smile. "But, I liked the idea. And, of course you know mom is always up for whatever I suggest to her. I love your centerpiece. Very creative." "Thanks," Melanie said, turning to face the center of the room. "Susan and I wanted to do a little something different this year, since it was our turn to host the party. This was what we came up with." There in the middle of the room, on a low rectangular coffee table, were Wanda and Lorie lying on their backs, with their heads side by side resting on the other one's shoulder. A leather strap went around each woman, just below their breasts, strapping them securely to the table, which was just barely long enough for the women to fit. The rounded parts of their asses stuck out on each end. The women's hose covered legs had been brought straight up and clipped together, using the leather ankle straps, so that they had to hold them in that position, fully exposing their succulent nether regions. A spreader bar was placed between their ankles so that they had to keep their legs spread as well as straight up. Using the wrist cuffs, each woman's wrists had been secured to the leather strap that secured the other one to the table in such a way that their hands naturally cupped her fellow prisoner's boobs. Once they had their moms in this rather erotic, and very revealing, position, they started their Halloween decorating. Melanie had cut two oval holes in the bottom of a large flat-bottomed plastic bowel. The bowel had then been place on Wanda's chest, and her ample mammaries had been pulled through the holes. Since the bowels had been cut slightly smaller than the size of her boobs, they made a perfect seal. Then the cleavage formed by her tits, as her friend and the bowel supported them, was filled with a Ranch dip. A bowel was placed on her belly between her raised legs, and filled with chips. A similar treatment was done to Lorie, only her cleavage was filled with bean dip and the bowel between her legs held nachos. The coupe-de-grace was that a handful of lolli-pops had been stuck, handles first, into the women's assholes, making a lovely display of color. "Have you tried the punch?" Melanie asked her friend. "No, but I've been dying to," Carol responded, moving towards the bound women. Hanging, with cap end down, from the spreader bar, over their heads, were two two-liter soda bottles with the bottoms cut off, so they could be refilled when then needed to be. Soft surgical tubing had been inserted into the caps and ran to each woman's mouth. The tubing simply looped into the woman's mouth and then came back out to travel down her stomach and into her exposed and elevated pussy. The punch, which started out in the soda bottles, traveled down the tubing, into and out of their mouths and ended up in their cunts, where several long plastic straws had been placed for the convenience of their guests. The reason the tubing went into their mouths first was because the girls could not figure out a valve system that would allow their pussies to remain full of punch without overflowing. When they felt their cunts becoming empty Wanda and Lorie would release their bite on the tubing, and allow the punch to flow. When they felt themselves filling up they would bite down, stopping the flow. It was an extremely difficult job, but they were both determined to do the best they could to make their daughters, party a success. Carol took one of the straws protruding from Wanda's pussy and began sucking on it, getting some of the punch that was filling her cunt. Wand moaned as she felt the fluid being drained out of her, and released her bite on the tubing so that she could be refilled. When she felt as if she was full she bit down on the tubing again. It was sort of like giving herself an endless douche. "Delicious," Carol said, after a couple of sips. "Fruit juice and soda with just a hint of pussy nectar. It's a little warm though." "Yeah," Melanie agreed. "It's cold when we put it in the bottle, but after it's been sitting in her quim for a few minutes it warms up. We had thought about putting ice cubes in their cunts, but figured they'd melt in no time and water down the juice. If you want it cold you have to get it right after she's refilled herself, but then you don't get the lovely pussy flavor with it, because it's too fresh." "I don't care if it is warm," Carol said, taking another sip. "It's a lovely flavor, and I really like the serving bowels." She then took some chips and got some dip from Wanda's cleavage, before returning to the party, pulling the chain attached to her mother's neck. *** It was close to one in the morning when the last of the guests left. The girls were just beaming with pride, as they gave each other a big hug. The party had truly been a success. Everyone had just raved about the way the girls had served up the treats. And, not one person had complained about the punch. The girls had had to refill the soda bottles several times during the course of the evening. But, now they had to clean up. The one downside of their centerpiece was that they could not leave it till the morning. The first thing they did was take down the soda bottles, carefully pulling the tubes and straws from their respective mother's cunts. They then pulled any remaining lolli-pops out of their butts. There were only a couple left. Then they released the women's legs so they could bring them down and get some circulation back into their lower limbs. They had been in the position with their legs straight up for well over two hours, and both women complained that their legs had fallen asleep. Melanie and Susan gave their moms' legs a brisk rubdown to get the circulation back, before moving on. While Wanda and Lorie rested on the table, and let the blood return to their legs, the girls scooped up whatever was left of the dips and used warm washcloths to wipe their mothers' cleavages clean. They also released their wrists so they could get the circulation back into their arms and shoulders. Both of the older women were sore and stiff from their ordeal, but knew, by the smiles on the girls' faces that they had done good. "Well," Susan said finally, as she pulled her mom to a sitting position. "It's been fun, but we need to be getting home. This whole evening has made me unbelievably horny and I know one slut mom who is going to get a royal fucking tonight." Lorie blushed despite the fact she had been naked in front of over a dozen people all night. "Look," Melanie said, pulling Wanda to a sitting position as well. "I'm planning on screwing my mom till she can't walk as well, but it's late, so why don't you two just use our spare room, rather than going all the way home?" "We don't want to put you out," Susan said, with a smile. "You won't be," Melanie smiled in return. "Besides, if you stay here tonight, maybe we could trade moms in the morning. For a little variety." "Sounds good to me," Susan said, as she ran her hand between her mother's legs and fingered her sopping wet hole, causing her to moan. "Provided they're in any condition to go another round in the morning." "Mine will be," Melanie said, hooking her finger in her mother's pussy and pulling her to her feet. Wanda let out a loud moan, and her eyes fluttered as the sensations shot through her body. "Won't you, mom?" "Yes," Wanda moaned, as Melanie's fingers burrowed deeper into her hole. "Yes, dear." "You know where the spare room is," Melanie said, as she took her mom's hand and started to lead her back to the master bedroom. "See you two in the morning. Oh, and one more thing." "What's that?" Susan asked, turning back to face her friend, as she started to lead her mother toward the spare bedroom. "Happy Halloween!" Happy Halloween I put the finishing touches on my costume for the evening, and glanced at myself in the mirror. Arg! This was possibly the scariest Halloween costume anyone had ever dreamed of! I was dressed all in black; leather mini-skirt, lace-trimmed bra, fishnet stockings (complete with garters), and leather biker's jacket. Braided pig-tails tied high on my head, heavy black eye-makeup, and ratty black sneakers completed the costume, but the piece de resistance was my riding crop, which I'd purchased for personal reasons at a local Adult Bookstore (the largest Adult Bookstore in the world, they boast). That doesn't sound so scary, you might be thinking, but then, you've never seen me! For one thing, I'm all male. Two hundred and fifty pounds of it, actually. Bearded with long wavy dark-brown hair and blue-eyes. I'm told I'm an attractive man, but decked out as a She-Male Dominatrix I'm a sight to behold, let me tell you! But this was art! I'd played this role before for Rick's (my roommate) band "Barefoot and Pregnant". The group had dubbed me "Squeeky" the first time I'd donned this dress, and that was the name I used every time thereafter. They tend to have wild stage shows (and tonight would be no exception), and from time to time, they ask me to participate, despite my lack of musical talent. I took one last look in the mirror, adjusting my stockings, and getting fully into character, then hopped in my car, and headed for "The Electric Dream Café", an underground club where practically anything goes. The show was a success, as always. The band played hard, and they played well. My job was to lead my slaves on leashes, while they served chips and dips to the patrons. One of my slaves was a young man by the name of Mike. He was a favorite of many of our female fans (and some of the male fans, too); tall, slender, and well toned. He was dressed only in a filmy pair of pink lacy panties, and two strips of electrical tape on his nipples, and fuzzy bunny-slippers; his cock bulging and plainly visible through the panties. The other was a sexy young vixen by the name of Pamela. She was close to five feet three inches tall, with perky tits, and a winning smile. And at the moment, aside from a pair of nipple clamps connected to a chain, which in turn was connected to a clit-clamp, that smile was all she was wearing. I guided my slaves through the tightly packed crowd... their nude, or next to nude, bodies brushed up against the members of the audience. The crowd was hungry. And I can assure you, it wasn't for chips and dips. I stepped up behind Pamela pressing my body against hers, and gave the chain dangling between her breasts a little tug. I gave her shoulder a playful bite, and whispered in her ear, "Are you ready to give them a show?" She gave a barely perceptible nod, and I could feel her body tremble. Was it fear that shook her body? Or was it arousal? I slipped my hand down over her belly, and between her thighs, to her smooth-shaved pussy. The wetness there told me it was the latter. I kissed her passionately, probing her mouth with my tongue, and tugged on her clamps again, coaxing a whimper from her throat. I dragged Mike and Pamela to the front of the stage, by their leashes. While the band was between songs, I grabbed up Rick's microphone. "Some of you," I began, putting menace and gravel in my already deep voice, "have been questioning my sexuality!" I glared at the audience, letting them take in my appearance. "Well, let me clear this up, right now!" I took a deep breath, and shouted, "I AM MORE MAN THAN YOU'LL EVER BE! AND MORE WOMAN THAN YOU'LL EVER HAVE!!!" The audience cheered, and laughed, and the band launched into their next song, a fast, hard, punk rock inspired number about nothing in particular, and I turned my attention back to my waiting slaves. Pamela was already on her knees, waiting with face upturned, and eyes downcast. She was still trembling, but I knew that she was looking forward to the punishment I was about to dish out. The fact that, this time, there would be an audience only added to her excitement. Mike, on the other hand, was standing up, and grinning at a young woman in the front row, dressed in a nurse's costume, who was rubbing his thigh, and trying to reach his panty-clad cock. I can't say that I blame him. She was a lovely woman. She was voluptuous and curvy, with plump breasts, and wide, sexy hips. Her long, wild hair spilled out from under her nurse's cap, and she showed deep cleavage under her low-cut blouse, and her shapely stocking-clad legs led to hidden treasures under her very short, white skirt. I smiled at her, and she smiled back, stroked my thigh, and licked her lips at me. This took me by surprise, to say the least! I was stunned into inaction for a moment, before I remembered what I was about to do. I grabbed a handful of Mike's hair, and forced him to his knees. I warned him about not being "at-the-ready", and began slapping his ass with my riding crop. I wasn't really punishing him. This was all part of the show. For the audience. Mike wasn't really my slave, like Pamela; he was just helping out the band. But he made a good show of it! He screamed and cried, and begged for "Mistress Squeeky's" forgiveness. I gave him none. I turned to Pamela, who was watching me punish Mike out of the corner of her eye, and I could see it on her face... she was aching for the same treatment! I grabbed her by the hair, and leaned in to give her a long, deep kiss. Our tongues mingled and danced, and I tugged on her nipple clamps once again. She moaned soft and low. Too low for anyone to hear, but oh, so sexy! I ordered her to get on all fours with her ass facing the audience, and she obeyed immediately. I pushed her legs apart as far as they could go, and tested her wetness again with a finger. Her trembling became more pronounced, as I rubbed her damp pussy lips. The crowd was looking on expectantly, wondering how this passion play would turn out. Some of them were fondling their dates, or strangers for all I knew. A devil pinching an angel's nipples here, a vampress pressing her ass against a clown's cock there. All were enjoying themselves. Anyone who might be offended by such activity, would not have known the location of this particular club, let alone willingly entered it. My eyes locked with the nurse's once again. She was writhing sexily to the beat of the music, and sliding her hands all over her beautiful body. She smiled a sultry smile, and blew a kiss at me. Holy fuck, she was sexy! I couldn't imagine anyone flirting with Squeeky. After all, s/he's supposed to disturb people, not turn them on. But for some reason, Squeeky was doing just that for this gorgeous nurse! Again, it took me a couple of beats to get back to what I was doing. I gently stroked Pamela's bare beautiful ass with my hands, and then again with my riding crop. Pamela knew that I wouldn't fake it with her, like I did with Mike. She belonged to me, and I would punish her as harshly as I ever did in private. And that is exactly what she wanted me to do! When I'd told her that "Barefoot and Pregnant" had asked us to do a show with them, she had almost squealed with delight. She was looking forward to being my slave for an audience for the first time. And her dripping wet cunt told me that she hadn't changed her mind! I leaned down, and whispered in her ear, "are you sure about this, my pet? You only need say your safeword, and I'll send you backstage." And I meant it. We used a set of safewords when we played in private. "Yellow" meant "this is a little too much, could we slow down?" and "Red" meant "this is way too much for me, I have to stop!" That way, she could scream "NO! Please don't whip me!" until the cows came home, and she could still get the punishment that she so richly deserved. And desired! "I want this more than anything, Sir!" I smiled at her. "I'm Mistress Squeeky today, Pamela." She smiled back, "I want this more than anything, Mistress Squeeky." And so it began... With her ass and pussy exposed for the entire mob of horny, costumed freaks, I proceeded to slap her soft, round buttocks with my leather crop. Not every stroke was meant to sting, but every stroke counted. I beat her ass with passion, and with love, but without mercy. She swayed her hips to the beat of the music... or was it to the beat of my strokes? It didn't matter! Her ass wiggled, high in the air, as I turned its hue from a porcelain white, to a bright crimson red, and several people in the front row, including my sexy nurse, stroked her calves, her feet, and her thighs. Mike merely watched, kneeling there beside Pamela, with his hands over his head, fingers locked. His hard cock peeking out over the waistband of his panties, wanting my Pamela. And the band played on. I didn't bother to count how many times my riding crop stung Pamela's beautiful backside. Who can concentrate on such trivial details, in a situation so charged with lust? If it was thirty, or three hundred, it didn't matter. I stopped to cool her burning ass with my lips and my tongue. And yes, it was burning! I could feel its heat radiating over my face, as I kissed her sweet ass. I slipped my hand between her legs, and felt the hot, flowing juices that literally dripped from her cunt. Oh, how she was enjoying this! I rubbed her clit, around the clamp, and licked the outer rim of her asshole, and her body trembled! It wouldn't take much more to make her cum! Another glance out at the audience... they were definitely enjoying the show! A few couples were half in and half out of their various costumes, and were happily stroking each other, or themselves. Pamela would be so proud, when I told her later! Again, my gaze fell upon the lovely lady in the nurse's outfit, and I was inspired! It was time to introduce a new element into our act! I smiled at the nurse, and offered her my hand. Without hesitation, she took it, and I helped her step up onto the stage. I handed her my riding crop, and asked her, "Would you like to show us what you can do?" She smiled and nodded. I ordered Mike onto his feet, at full profile from the audience. I whispered to the nurse, "Take it easy on him, he's not really into pain." She nodded, and proceeded to whip his ass. Mike's expression told me that, while she wasn't giving it her all, the nurse was being rougher on him than I was. But his expression also told me that it wasn't altogether unpleasant. His rigid cock, straining against the material of his panties confirmed what his facial expression hinted at. I ordered Pamela onto her knees facing Mike, and she complied without hesitation. She licked her lips, as her eyes fell upon Mike's engorged manhood. "Suck it!" I ordered, and Pamela slowly pushed Mike's panties down, just far enough so that his cock was fully visible to the crowd. She licked the length of his shaft like a Popsicle, and cupped his balls in her hand. I knelt behind her, and kissed, licked, and nibbled on her back, her shoulders, her neck, and her ears, all the while, exploring her body with my hands. The nurse, meanwhile, pounded on Mike's ass with my riding crop. She obviously had used one before, as she never missed her mark. And I imagined that Mike's ass would end up as red as Pamela's was! The audience was going nuts, cheering wildly, and shouting encouragement to Pamela, who hungrily sucked Mike's cock. I knew Mike must have been enjoying himself, as I've had the pleasure of Pamela's talented lips and tongue on my cock many times before. The nurse was also, apparently, enjoying herself, as she slapped Mike's ass, and Pamela's cunt was wetter than ever! So, it was official: *everyone* was having a good time! I rubbed Pamela's clit, and fingerfucked her gently... bringing her to the very brink of orgasm, and then backing off again and again. Pamela knew that to cum without my permission could result in punishment, and she had no way to ask for release, because she also knew that to speak with her mouth full would also result in my displeasure. So, she continued to blow Mike, and trust me to keep her right on the edge, and not push her over. Soon enough, Mike groaned, and his body shuddered; he grabbed Pamela's hair, and began pumping his cock furiously into her mouth... fucking her face, hard! Pamela made little noises in the back of her throat. I knew what those noises meant! She wanted Mike to cum in her mouth! And soon, he did! With a cry and another shudder, Mike's cock virtually exploded, and he filled Pamela's mouth with his white-hot semen. I told her not to swallow, until I gave the word, and she obeyed. His cum dripped from her lips and down her chin, but she managed to keep most of it in her mouth. "Snowball him," I ordered, and she stood up, and kissed him deeply, and passionately, feeding him his own cum. He kissed back, with equal passion. Through this, I continued to tease Pamela's pussy, and now I told her, "cum for me, my pet!" And in a matter of seconds, she was moaning her pleasure into Mike's mouth, along with his semen. Every muscle in her body tensed, and her love-juices flowed over my hand like a river. I loved making Pamela cum, and she loved cumming for me. She slumped back into my arms, just as the song ended, and the audience erupted into thunderous applause! The nurse handed me my riding crop. "Thank you for participating," I said with a smile, the limp form of Pamela resting in my arms. "I should be thanking you!" she said. "I'm Rachel." I took the hand she proffered, and kissed it gently, "I'm Keith, but my friends call me 'Wolf'," I said. After the stage was cleared away, and Pamela had gotten dressed, we said our good-byes to Mike (who expressed gratitude for the experience), and the band, and headed outside to my car. Just outside the door, was Rachel. We made some small talk, and she invited us to her place for some coffee, "or something". I was tempted, but a bit wary. She was, as I've said, very sexy, but I wondered aloud, what sort would be attracted to Squeeky? "It's Halloween, Babe," she said, and then added, "Did you think, for one minute, that I was actually a nurse?" "Good point," I said with a smile. We followed Rachel to her place, in my car, and she led us up to her third-floor apartment. She took our jackets, and hung them up in the hall closet, and then bade us sit and make ourselves at home. Rachel made a cup of coffee for herself, and one for Pamela. I declined, not being a coffee drinker, myself, and accepted a can of RootBeer. We sat, all of us sipping our beverages, close together on Rachel's sofa, with me nestled between the two sexy women. We talked, getting to know each other, and I had a hand on each of their thighs. Pamela was the only one of us not still in costume, since, if she wore her costume out of the club, she would most likely have gotten arrested before we made it to the car. She was now wearing a simple tie-dyed T-shirt, and loose, flowing black skirt. I pushed her skirt up, so that I could touch the nude flesh of her thigh, and I noticed that she didn't bother to put on any underwear. Which was fine by me. Rachel, on the other hand (that hand resting on the exposed flesh between her white stockings, and her white mini-skirt), was wearing a lacy pair of silk panties, which I caught glimpses of, as she sat next to me, her hand on top of mine. I don't remember most of what we talked about, and quite frankly, I don't think most people would give a shit. It was a pleasant enough conversation, but that's not why we're here, now is it? Eventually, the conversation centered on the goings-on at the club, which brought a smile to Pamela's lips, and a lovely blush to her cheeks. We all agreed that it was a powerful, sexy scene, but we were now interested in something a bit more . . . intimate. Pamela began undoing my braids, as Rachel kissed my mouth. And I kissed back, my tongue moving boldly past her lips. They offered no resistance, knowing full well that her tongue would be there to meet mine, with all force! Having finished with my hair, Pamela began kissing my neck (which, she knows, I love), and I felt her hand caressing my thighs, through my fishnet stockings. She began to peel them down, but Rachel stopped her. "Allow me," she said, and proceeded to rip them right off my legs. She then did the same to my bra, and Pamela removed my skirt, and shoes. I was left in only my boxer shorts (the ones with the popular cartoon characters adorning). Rachel rubbed my cock through the cotton material of my boxers, and gave Pamela a look. Pamela leaned in close to Rachel, and kissed her tentatively on the mouth. She had been with women before, and enjoyed it every time, but she was always shy about it. I think, after all this time, that she still needed my permission to be the full, sexual being that she was deep down inside. And I was more than happy to give it to her. I stroked her hair, and told her to tell Rachel what she wanted to do. She blushed again, and turned away. I gently pushed her face towards Rachel again, and repeated my order; this time a little more firmly, but no less gently. "I want to lick your pussy, Rachel, until you cum all over my face," she said in a soft, sexy whisper. Then she kissed Rachel again, with abandon! And Rachel kissed her back. And the sight of these two gorgeous women, their tongues mingling, their hands on my cock . . . Need I say it? This sight made my cock grow to its absolute hardest! And can you blame it? I shed my shorts, and sat back, stroking my rock-hard cock, while Rachel, and Pamela undressed each other. They practically tore at each other's clothes, and soon, Rachel was wearing only her white stockings, and garters, and Pamela was completely nude. They tenderly, yet passionately, explored each other's flesh with hands, and fingers, and lips, and tongues, and teeth. They kissed and fondled, and licked almost every inch of exposed flesh that they could find. They teasingly avoided contact with nipples or pussies, and soon Rachel was begging Pamela, pleading with her to, "Please, lick my cunt! I want to feel your tongue in my pussy, and on my clitty!" And Pamela was quick to comply. She pushed Rachel onto her back, on the floor, and bent down to the task at hand, her ass, still red from my earlier treatment of it, gently swaying in my direction. I could take no more! I knelt behind her, and rubbed my hard cock over her pussy lips. She moaned into Rachel's cunt, and I entered her from behind. I fucked her gently, at first, and gradually harder and harder, as I know she loves, as she drank deeply from Rachel's natural spring. Soon, both ladies were shuddering, and tensing . . . their backs arching. I gave Pamela leave to cum, and she did, for the second, but not last, time that night. Rachel's orgasm came screaming behind Pamela's, and Pamela lay on the floor next to Rachel. At Rachel's request, I moved around so that she could take my cock in her mouth, and lick it clean of Pamela's juices, while I took my turn at her sweet cunt. And, oh, it was sweet! I flicked my tongue over her lips, and clit, while she hungrily slurped at my cock, and Pamela lazily stroked both of our bodies. We were both, all too soon, on the brink of orgasm, but we slowed down. It was Pamela's turn to have her cunt licked, and Rachel was as eager as I was to do so. So, we took turns lapping up her sweet nectar. The look on Pamela's face, as she was treated to Rachel's attentions was so sweet, I practically melted on the spot. Not so, my cock! It remained ever hard, and ready, and I put it to good use. I took Rachel from behind, and gazed lovingly at Pamela's pleasure-wracked face, while I fucked Rachel furiously! I would love to say that we fucked for hours and hours into the night, and picked up where we left off in the morning, but that wasn't what happened. What happened, however, was as good a thing as anything I could imagine. Happy Halloween We came! Together! All of us! It was beautiful, and exhilarating, and sexy as Hell! But, like all good things, it came to an end. We lay together in a heap, in the middle of the floor, too exhausted to move, let alone fuck 'til dawn. But it was nice. Somehow, we managed to recover long enough to clean up, and Rachel invited us to spend the night. We gladly accepted her invitation, and we slept, three to a bed, in a satisfied bundle. "Happy Halloween," said Rachel as we drifted off to sleep. Happy Halloween Note: All characters are fictional and over the age of 18 in their character world; the author does not condone incest in any way shape or form. The following story is a release of pent up sexual energy and should be interpreted as such. Chapter 1 Marks' birthday was coming up and he was down in the dumps; all of his friends were going on a trip to Key West to celebrate Halloween and to blow off steam after the grueling mid-terms. Mark did not have the budget to go on an expensive trip and wouldn't ask his folks as he knew that money at home was also tight and he was already racked with guilt over how much his mom and dad had to fork over to him every month for living expenses while he attended school. His parents both worked hard and did without while he pursued his graduate work in marine sciences at university. "Hey honey how's it going; did you do well on with your testing?" Marks mom asked while he was alone in his dorm room trying to figure out what to do for the long weekend after everyone had left. "Yes mom testing went well." he replied glumly enough for his mom to pick up on it. "What's the matter baby, is everything ok?" "Everything is fine; I did good on my mid-terms and all my grades are As and Bs. I'm just bored and alone and the guys went away on a trip for the long weekend and I'm stuck in my dorm room." She paused and contemplated the problem. "Well, your birthday is on Sunday and Saturday is Halloween; why don't you come home and see Shelly." "That would be great but I don't have the scratch; my manager has cut back on my hours at the bar until business picks up after Thanksgiving when the snow birds come down." Mark replied. "Money is pretty tight here but your father and I have saved up enough to fly you home for Thanksgiving; you can come up this weekend instead." She said cheerfully. "No, that's ok, I'll just hang out here and come home for Turkey day." "No, honey I'd much rather you come home now and have a good birthday with your girlfriend and we'll send you some turkey sandwiches for thanksgiving." Mark thought about it for a minute, "I'll tell you what I'll call you back after I talk to Shelly". They hung up the phone and Mark started thinking about Shelly and how he hadn't seen her in the last few months and how horny he was getting. "Hey Shelly, how's it going up north; you miss me?" Mark asked after calling her cell phone. "Oh baby I miss you terribly and everything is good here. How are you?" She asked. "I finished my mid-terms and my mom wants me to fly home this weekend for my birthday; how does that sound?" Shelly squealed with delight "That's awesome Mark; are you serious?" "Yeah, looks like I'm coming home." Mark replied. They finished formalities and Mark got off the phone to make flight arrangements for the following day. Chapter 2 The taxi brought Mark to his house around 6:00 pm; his mother wanted to pick him up but she was hosting a Halloween costume party and had to cook, set up decorations and get ready for the party. His parents were pretty conservative but tended to get a bit wild during the few parties they held every year with the neighbors and some old family friends. "Oh Mark!!!" His mother yelled as she came running out the front door to give him a big hug. "My college boy is home!" Mark leaned down and gave his mom a big earnest hug easily lifting her off the ground. He was genuinely happy to see her and hold her in his arms. "Hi mom, great to see you, thank you so much for flying me home." They went into the house and Mark warmly greeted his dad and the three of them sat at the kitchen table for a half hour catching up and enjoying some of mom's coffee. Mark went up to his old room feeling really good to be home and unpacked and freshened up after the flight. "Hey baby, guess who's home." Mark asked after getting Shelly on the phone. There was an uncomfortable pause on the other end "Oh, hi Mark; your home already." They talked for twenty minutes or so and then Mark laid back on his old bed crushed. Shelly had been dating a mutual friend of theirs for several weeks and planned on keeping it a secret from him but after finding out that Mark was coming home the guy told her that if she didn't tell Mark then he would. "Hey honey?" Mark's mom asked through the closed door "The Wilson's will be here in a half hour and Mrs. Wilson wants to know if you'll still be home; she really wants to see you." Mark opened his mouth to reply but no words came out just sobs as he started to cry. His mom came in and she hugged him and held him close to her ample bosom as he sobbed and they talked about the break up. She felt horrible as she left his room to finish getting ready and to get into her costume. Mark's mom Joan is a petite but voluptuous woman standing under five feet tall with short brunette hair, large breasts, small waist and a beautifully rounded and ample behind. Joan is usually conservative to a fault with virtually no vices but had a wild side that would escape every now again after a few too many wine spritzers. Joan had tears in her eyes as she got ready and felt really strange to be dressing up in super sexy French maid costume with tight fishnets, a very short black skirt and a push up bra, but she was still proud of the seven or eight pounds she took of the last couple of weeks and though she looked pretty damn sexy in the costume. She hoped her husband liked it too because wearing it made her feel a little randy; she felt really bad about her son but still hoped to get a little action later that night after the guests left. Mark tried his best to get his mind together and went downstairs; his folks were upstairs getting ready but there was a nice spread of food on the table and the corner bar was set up. He went to the bar and fixed himself a Jack and Coke and polished it off quickly, eager to refill his glass. "Wow!" Mark said aloud as he saw his mom coming down the stairs in her outfit; he had always had a small infatuation with his mom like most guys do; peeping in her when he was a teenager as she showered or an occasional smell of her used panties when no one was looking but that was a long time ago. Now he was shocked at how good his mom looked in her costume; you would have to be blind to not visually enjoy it. Her breasts were perfectly pushed up with a large round cleavage that almost seemed to be smiling and tight fishnets accenting her shapely legs and ass. "What do you think?" she asked already knowing the answer. "Mom, you are going to drive the guys wild tonight; is Dad okay with that?" "He better be; it's for him too you know." Marks father came downstairs in his butler costume and they talked and joked about how good Joan looked and they tried to console him over his break up and assure him that there would be another girl to take her place soon. They were right as Mark is a fairly tall handsome college guy that took good care of himself. He didn't have too much time to socialize at school but knew a few girls that were very interested him though he stayed away from them staying faithful to Shelly while she was apparently not doing the same. Soon the door bell started to ring and guests starting showing up. Chapter 3 At first Mark was very uncomfortable that he was all of a sudden at a full blown costume party and he was the only one not in costume; but after a few drinks and talking with everyone he soon recognized who everyone was. All of the ladies were dressed in sexy Halloween costumes like kitty cats a playboy bunny or two and another lady not as attractive as his mother as a French maid. The adults were having a great time drinking, dancing and playing games and Mark noticed that his mom was starting to get pretty wild, he saw her knock back at least three white wine spritzers and that was just what he saw. Mark smiled as he saw Mr. Wilson pinch her butt after he told her to go fetch him a drink. She was having fun. A few hours of good cheer and good fun passed and Mark was feeling pretty buzzed; he noticed that his dad was also pretty buzzed and seemed to be dozing off and on sitting in his lazy boy. But mom was just getting started; doing her best to get guys or girls to dance with her and play games. She even got Mark to dance with her for a minute but he got embarrassed when she turned around with the beat of the disco music and rubbed her butt against him; it was her go to dance move that Mark had seen her do for his whole life at weddings and bar mitzvahs but never to him before, it gave him an instant erection and he pulled off and went upstairs to his room to settle things down. Mark ran up the stairs in a great mood; he was having a great time and he liked to see his mom happy. Upstairs he went into the bathroom, washed his face and freshened up a bit. A couple of minutes later he opened up the door to go to downstairs but his dad was just coming up. "Hey buddy; you having a good time?" His dad slurred. "Yeah dad, great time happy Halloween." "Happy Halloween and almost happy birthday, buddy. I'm drunk and am going to hit the hay; watch out for your mother she's on a tear." Mark's dad said as he stripped out of his butler costume, which was a fake coat, tie and white shirt that was all stitched together and some dress pants and fancy shiny shoes. Mark looked at the costume "can I borrow this?" "Sure, knock yourself out." his dad replied. Mark took the clothes into his room; he and his dad had the same body proportions and the costume fit well. He looked at himself in the mirror through boozy eyes and thought that he looked pretty good. Before heading downstairs he looked in the family closet next to the bathroom where his mom kept holiday decorations, party supplies and all of their old costumes. There was a classic devil mask hanging on a hook that his dad had worn a few years back; Mark grabbed that and checked himself out in the bathroom mirror. The mask had a red face, devil horns and the sharp beard with a menacing grin. "Perfect." Mark said aloud to no one and headed downstairs where the music was pumping and the party going at full blast. Several couples had left already and only the real party people were still drinking, singing and dancing. At the bottom of the stairs with his hand on the banister for support Mark watched his mother dancing with Mr. Wilson as Mrs. Wilson laid on the couch with her eyes closed. Soon Joan went to her go to dance move and started rubbing her butt against Mr. Wilson's crotch as they danced. Mark was semi-shocked but amused as Mr. Wilson obliged by really rubbing up on her nice big ass obviously with an erection. Mom loved it and was having a great time flirting and having innocent fun but she was also starting to feel really randy. Joan turned to see her husband standing at the bottom of the stairs; in her semi-drunken state she combined the devils mask from a few years ago and the butler costume into one costume and it all seemed normal. "There he is." She said to herself with a mischievous grin. Mark's mom ran up to him and grabbed his hand "There you are you handsome devil, come dance with your wench." He allowed himself to be pulled to the make shift dance floor without the faintest of ideas that she thought it was her husband. Soon they were dancing and then soon she turned around to rub herself against his crotch as they danced. What was uncomfortable a little while ago was now a little more comfortable; they danced like that for a few minutes and Mark had a full blown erection as his mom gyrated and rubbed her ass against his boner. They were both getting excited. Chapter 4 Joan was having a great time and this dirty dancing with her husband's hard on pressed firmly between her cheeks, which were just barely covered by very thin silk panties and fish nets, was getting her hot. She grabbed his hand and pulled him through the kitchen and into the downstairs bathroom which was recently updated with new tile and floor to ceiling mirrors. "Hurry honey, we have to make this quick." She said as she bent over the sink and pulled him close to her from behind. "Spank me!" she said as she slid the silk panties exposing her beautiful ass that was now being pushed up by the fish nets. Mark said "No, mom I'm sorry you made a mistake." Except he didn't say that; he looked down at his mother's exposed ass and looked at her in the mirror, she had her eyes closed and her breasts were fully exposed out of the top of her outfit and she was pinching her nipples hard. "Come on honey, spank me!" Mark looked down and watched his hand as if he was floating above the two of them; he watched as his hand smacked his mother's ample bottom; once, twice then a third time really hard. Joan moaned with pleasure as her right cheek became red. He smacked her again and again as one of her hands reached down to her pussy while the other reached behind and started stroking his cock through his pants. Mark reached down and started to rub his mothers pussy as she was firmly grabbing his cock; he soon had two fingers into her and was pumping like mad as her juices dripped down her legs. Joan unzipped his pants and Mark finished by taking them fully off; she turned around and got down on her knees and began sucking his cock very aggressively. "Oh my god!" she thought as she grabbed and sucked his cock licking his balls and stroking his shaft she licked from the bottom to the top and then sucked on the head. "His cock is big, this cock is bigger than normal" she thought loudly to herself. Something is wrong alarm bells started to sound and logic was breaking through the booze and she knew something was wrong but this felt so good. She looked up in horror as her husband took off his devil mask; She was sucking Mark's dick "OH MY GOD" I'm sucking Mark my son's cock. She stopped sucking but kept the tip of his cock in her mouth as she stared up at him frozen in horror; with his cock in her mouth. Mark felt it stop, then realized he had taken off his mask; he slowly looked down to see his mother staring up at him wide eyed with the tip of his penis in her mouth. She took his cock out of her mouth and slowly stood up while they continued to make eye contact. Oh no; what have we done she thought; did he rape me; did I rape him; what happened she thought as she backed away from him cautiously. Mark kept his mind empty and stared at her; he was still very hard and very horny; he watched as she backed away from him but then stopped and looked down at his erection. For some reason she seemed hypnotized as she lamely reached out and touched it then let her hand fall to her side. Neither knew what to do then Mark made a quick move and reached out grabbed her shoulders spun her around and pushed her over the sink. He kept one hand on her neck holding her down as he used his other hand to again start rubbing her wet pussy from behind. Joan tried to get up and run but he was too strong and this felt too good "Oh My!" she exclaimed loudly as his cock entered her pussy from behind. Bam Bam Bam he started pounding her hard from behind again and again, she reached behind cupping his balls as he fucked her letting him know it was ok, ooooh here it comes and Joan had an incredible orgasm as Mark continued to pound her from behind. Mark pulled his cock out of her pussy as his mother spent beyond belief slid to the floor with her back against the sink and her bare bottom and wet pussy plopping on the cold tile. Mark reached down and grabbed her from the back of her head easily pushing her mouth onto his swollen member. He more fucked her face than her sucking his cock but neither was complaining. He pumped and pumped her mouth until he felt his cock swelling and bursting cum into his mother's mouth; she swallowed and swallowed again. It finally ended with his mother staring up at him sitting on the cold tile with her juices dripping out of her pussy, her son's cum dripping from her mouth and his cock still dripping cum into her cleavage. They were both exhausted and sweaty and staring at each other. "Happy birthday honey." "Thank you mom" They really did love each other. Happy Halloween, Briley As Briley thumbed through the costume magazine, she could feel the energy of the season surging through her veins. Being her favorite season of all times, Briley always went the extra mile to dress for Halloween. Last year, with the introduction of Captain Jack Sparrow to the big screens, she had dressed so perfectly as Johnny Depp that it took over half the night for anyone to realize that the famous Captain was, in fact, a woman. This year was no different. At the beginning of every September, Briley would order the latest costume catalogue, then eagerly await its arrival. As soon as it landed in her mailbox, Briley would start thumbing through it looking for this year's invention. Sometimes she ordered straight from the company, other times, she used the catalogue merely for an idea. As it did each year, Briley's mind started wandering as she absently flipped through the pages. She thought about her costumes of receding years past: a sexy firefighter wearing only a fireman's jacket that barely covered her ass; a police woman, with an actual uniform borrowed from her sister; the Scream character, with a nearly sheer black bodysuit and signature cape; a nurse with too-short a lab coat; and silent film funnyman Charlie Chaplin even, when she was 20. She won numerous awards for the latter, including $500 cash. And, because she was silent the entire night, noone knew who it really was. "Maybe I should be a mermaid," Briley thought aloud. "Or hmm, maybe a Playboy bunny." Her face twisted in thought. "I could do a mechanic, or a bikini model..." As she was thinking, Briley looked at the invitation to her cousin's Halloween party. She and her cousin, Brittany, always threw the best parties. They'd dress up Brittany's parents' mansion to the top degree, complete with a Frankenstein host, always played by their mutual friend, caskets, a hearse parked out front, cobwebs, strobe lights–– everything! Briley couldn't wait until the night before Halloween, to head out there to decorate. Between the two of them, they already had all the decorations, most of the food, and the music. And Halloween was a week and a half away! Briley's mind was on auto-pilot until she neared the end of the inch-thick catalogue. "Of course!" she yelled out loud, her mind suddenly sharp and focused. "It's sexy, fun, flirty, a little overdone in years past, but I'm sure I could spruce it up just a bit. Ah, it's perfect!" She ripped the page from the catalogue, and without even looking through the rest of the costumes, grabbed her keys and purse and headed to the local costume shop. October 31. The driveway to the Keegan Mansion was lined with a dozen tiki torches and a strand of Halloween garland draped between each one. A large, hairy spider with glowing red eyes hung from the gated archway to greet visitors. As Briley drove through, her eyes took in the rest of the decorations set up by her and Brittany the previous night. The fountain, turned off for the winter, contained a small tilted platform inside it, with enough dry ice flowing over the edge, forming a thick layer of fog cascading down the yard. It also had some faux spider webs "spun" along the stone. The old-fashioned box hearse was parked in front of the front door of the mansion, eclipsing it from the fountain. Bats ran on fishing line from tree to tree, mechanically swinging back and forth at various speeds and heights. One bat was even rigged to swoop down on unsuspecting guests as they arrived. In another half hour or so, strobe lights would come on and alternating Draculas would jump out from behind the bushes that stood guard at the front door, and a mummy would raise from the back of the hearse. As Briley parked her Chevy Silverado along the half mile-long tree-lined drive leading up to the Keegan Mansion, she looked around the yard, taking in the spooky decorations. A thrill of pleasure coursed through her body. The image she shared with her cousin was illuminated perfectly in the spacious front yard. Finally, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, Briley let herself inside her cousin's house since the Frankenstein greeter hadn't yet arrived. "Oh. My. GOD!" Briley laughed as Brittany's shrill scream filled the hallway. "Girl, you look GREAT! NOone is going to know who you are!" "Let's hope not," Briley replied, sliding her arms around her cousin's lithe frame. "You look pretty hot yourself, Miss Spiderman. That bodysuit does wonders for you." Brittany blushed and Briley laughed, then took her cousin's arm and pulled her to the kitchen. "C'mon, Brit, we need to get the food made." ~*~*~*~ Ninety minutes, and a million hor devours later (it seemed), Briley exited the kitchen into the parlor, where the party was hopping. The room, naturally dark wooded and decorated year round in crimson red, added to the festivities. The lighting was dim and a disco ball hung from the center of the room, spinning its light awkwardly on walls and guests alike. Music alternated from bump-and-grind to Halloween, and sometimes a combination of both simultaneously. Frankenstein now stood inside the front door, adjacent to a casket. As guests passed the casket, Frank pushed a button and another mummy popped up, this one headless and bloody. A long table contained juice, alcohol, varying sodas, candy, caramel and candied apples, and more. Various other decorations lined the room, which joined the dining room when the doors were open, as they were, and guests were arriving by the minute. Briley's spirits were high, and her grin was permanent. Walking over to the refreshment table, Briley picked up a glass of punch then walked over to Frankenstein to say hi. "That must be Briley," he stated in his low, gravelly voice. Briley grinned then threw her arms around her friend Andrew. In character, Andrew hugged her back stiffly. "Go get lucky," she whispered in his ear before he set her down. The thick makeup he wore prevented him from smiling, but Briley saw it in his eyes. "You've already got her pegged, don't you?" Frankenstein grunted, affirmatively. Briley took a minute to fully scan the crowd. She picked out three girls who might've interested Andrew, then turned back to him. "Is it the senorita?" Stiffly, Andrew shook his head. Briley's face twisted in thought, deciding between the last two. "Then it's Bo Peep," she said after a full minute. Again, Frankenstein grunted his answer. Another grin filled Briley's face. "Good luck, Frank," she added, then took a sip of her punch and went off to the ladies' room. As she stood and looked at herself in the mirror, she was pleased to see that her hair and makeup were just as she applied it. Her shoulder length auburn locks were frizzed and sprayed to death. Einstein meets Carrot Top, Briley thought to herself. Her eyes slowly scanned her face. The gray paint hadn't faded nor cracked, and the putty she used to give herself the appearance of being bloated remained in tact. She'd done a good job adding the veins and scars, too, having them puffed up and over exaggerated. Briley had done a lot of research, poring over picture after picture of people who had fatally fallen victim to electrocution. Her eyes traveling lower, Briley saw that the french maid uniform she wore fit perfectly. The tight fitting, black bodice was a low-cut, off the shoulder number, and the attached skirt hit her mid-thigh. However, with the white petticoat beneath, it was pushed slightly higher. Smiling, Briley fluffed the puffed sleeves a bit more, straightened the white apron, and slowly turned. The seam of the fishnet stockings she wore was perfectly straight, up the backs of her legs. The patent leather, six-inch strappy shoes she wore topped off the outfit. Facing the mirror once again, Briley gave herself one last once-over. She was pleased at what the fishnets did to her tanned thighs. "If I were a man, I'd ravage me in a second," she muttered, then giggled. She picked up the feather duster she'd carried into the bathroom and attached it at her hip. ~*~*~*~ After another hour, the party was going, full-blown. The music was loud; the adjoining parlor and dining room, decently crowded. As Briley scanned the room, her eyes stopped on an interesting character. Immediately she felt a warmth pool in her abdomen. She walked right up to him. "Wanna dance?" she yelled over the music. Guy Fawkes nodded. Briley took his hand and led him to the dance floor, pushing their way to the middle of the crowd. She slid her arms around the man's neck, inside his cape, and he slid his around her waist. They moved slowly, despite the beat of the fast music. When Briley was sure she wasn't going to back out, she slid her hands down the man's chest, down lower over his abs, and stopped only when she reached his pants. Eyes locked on his, she quickly unzipped his zipper, reached inside, and started stroking his softened cock. She thought she saw his eyes grow large with surprise behind his mask, but if they did, it didn't last long and he didn't back away. If anything, his arms tightened around her. With renewed courage, Briley pulled the man's cock from his slacks. As she slid her left leg up his right, he stuffed the edge of his cape in his left hand, then held Briley's thigh. As they moved, she felt the cape hit her ankle and suddenly worried that someone would see that she was only dancing on one foot. Something in this masked man's eyes, though, told Briley all she needed to know: his cape swept the floor. When his hips jerked slightly in her hand, Briley led the man's cock to her warm, wet pussy. She slid the head beneath her petticoat, so designed by Briley that it was crotchless, and wet it with her juices. Then she slid his head up to her clit, and started grinding to the beat of the music. With each bump, his head massaged her clit and sent vibrations of pleasure through her toned body. As they stood nearly still, Briley became wetter, and Masked Man's cock became harder in her hand. When she knew she was wet enough, Briley slid the man's head into her hole, gasping as he penetrated her fully. She bump-and-grinded on him until he was buried to the hilt, then stood there on one leg, gasping. Her eyes never left his. Soon, Briley wasn't aware of anything but her throbbing pussy and the cock filling it. Mentally shaking her head, Briley started moving against him. She felt, rather than heard, his soft gasp, and she kept going. Her thigh slammed into his as she repeatedly thrust against him, and his left arm tightened around her back simultaneously. The masked man stretched her nearly perfectly, and Briley had a hard time not coming right then. Her clit ground against his pelvic bone with each thrust, and his head buried inside her deeply. Briley let a moan escape, then, realizing that noone would hear her, let another one. The hand holding her leg slid towards the inside, and the thumb found Briley's clit. When it pressed against it and started rubbing in hard, small circles, Briley surrendered. She buried her face against the man's chest and screamed, her muscles grabbing his cock, his thumb relentless on her clit. Her whole body shuddered as she climaxed, and she heard another grunt coming from him. When she raised her head, Briley's vision was blurred yet she clearly saw the lust in this man's eyes. His hand returned to the back of her thigh and tightened around it. Briley's hips continued grinding against him, keeping him buried inside her. Slowly the music came back to Briley, and she heard a popular fast song. As the beat picked up, the man's two hands slid to Briley's ass, cupped it, then pulled her up off the floor. Automatically, her thighs went around his waist and her ankles locked behind him. Briley slid her arms back around this man's neck, and he started grinding her on his cock. He moved her up and down, and to any onlooker, it merely looked like they were dancing to the song. Briley hunkered down inside his cape, burying her face against his chest to moan. God help me if the music suddenly dies, she thought. The man's cock slammed into her, and on each downward thrust, her engorged clit hit his pelvic bone. The shudders that reverberated through her body were enough to send her close to the edge a second time. When the man's hands started kneading Briley's ass, she shuddered again and let out a high pitched whimper. Her pussy muscles worked his cock furiously, begging to drink the sticky, hot stream that would flood it. In a move that surprised Briley, the man slid a finger along his cock, penetrating Briley's pussy too. The sensation made Briley gasp then cry out. She'd never had a thick cock and finger inside her. It was incredible. Briley almost cried out in protest when the man removed his finger, but quickly understood why, as it slid into her ass. His finger went to the first knuckle, and with her soft begging, slid quickly past the second, then finally all the way in. Briley's two holes were filled. She was on a euphoric high. As she felt her orgasm nearing, Briley's fingers dug into the man's shoulders. She pulled herself up and down, furiously grinding on his cock. When the man easily slid a second finger into Briley's ass, she closed her eyes and came hard. She didn't even have time to bury her face in his chest this time, and though she cried out loudly, she didn't care that anyone might hear. As her muscles constricted and contracted around the man's cock, he started lowering her until she stood on one leg again. Once she was shakily standing, he grabbed her ass and almost angrily pulled her to him, then, with a shout of his own, he came hard. Briley trembled around him as he shot his seed into her. She also trembled as she felt the first drops of their combined juices dripping down her inner thigh. The man pounded into her a few more times, emptying his load. He held her until she felt steady enough to stand on her own two feet, then slowly opened her eyes to look up at him. His eyes were smiling behind the mask, she could see, and there was a hint of... of what? Mischief? Briley couldn't tell. She felt the man grow soft, then wiped his cock as best she could with her hand. She smiled softly as she felt him twitch, then tucked his cock back inside his slacks and zipped them up. Giving a much more grateful smile, Briley straightened out her skirt and petticoat, stepped back from the masked man, and bowed slightly. She then headed off the dance floor, hoping her legs didn't look as wobbly as they felt. Briley headed towards the refreshment table again and gulped down a glass of punch. She was suddenly parched. And though her eyes scanned the dance floor, she saw no signs of the mysterious masked man. Brittany, she thought. Brittany would know. She headed to the kitchen to find her cousin. She saw her talking to a group of people and waited patiently until her cousin was free. She didn't have to wait long. "Hey, Cuz, enjoying the best bash of the year?" Brittany asked as she prepared more apples for a caramel bath. "Yeah, we outdid ourselves this time." "Oh, I know! This year has got to be the best yet!" "Definitely," Briley agreed. "Say, do you know who Guy Fawkes is?" "Yeah," Brittany replied easily, dipping apples into caramel and nuts. "It's my dad. Why?" "Oh, no reason," Briley responded, with––she hoped––more nonchalance than she felt. "He's just a really good dancer." ~*~*~*~ Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I hope you found it as enjoyable to read as I did to write. If you liked it, feel free to leave comments. If you didn't like it and thought I could improve something, I welcome constructive criticism also. I try to respond to each feedback I receive, so don't hesitate to tell me what you thought! Happy Halloween! Be safe and merry. -Blondie Happy Halloween Caitlin 01 Dullichan: from Celtic Mythology; a headless black rider death follows where he stops The curly crimson locks and piercing green eyes that stared back at Caitlin from behind the mirror were not her own. She 'knew' that. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that. These past few days it seems her body had developed a mind of its own. The slender fingers that sought out the folds of her crimson pussy have also developed their own thoughts it seemed. As they stroked and traced their way around her cunt and pubic hair, then twirling around her swollen clit, she once again let them have their way with her. She no longer bothered to resist as she gleefully let these demonic digits dance around her pleasure center and send her once more into throws of ecstasy. She lay back on her bed, spreading her recently lengthened legs and longing for the fingers to work their magic. First, the purring murmurs of pleasure as the fingers coaxed and teased, then the moans of anticipation as the fingers massaged their way into her brain again and then, rising on a wave of pleasure surging through her aching pussy, she arches her back forcing the fingers deeper and lets loose a guttural groan then a cry of ecstasy, complete surrender as those fingers... ********** It was almost a week ago that Cait's sister, Erin, had told announced she was coming to spend some time with her after her divorce, and she was actually looking forward to this year's Halloween. It had not been a particularly long marriage. The man who lusted after one too many secretaries, waitresses, 'working girls', and just about any other weak-minded young thing with a pair of pouty lips and a predilection for employing them in oral pleasure on his 'personal staff'. Sucking cock was another one of those things that Cait just didn't do. Not for any real reason except that she could not see how she would feel any pleasure from such a degrading act. She honestly couldn't recall what he saw in her besides the free legal advice. With sandy blonde hair, hazel eyes, and a firm athletic body, she was not lacking attractiveness, but her awkwardness in social exchanges from her mousy personality and overly protected upbringing were a handicap her marriage could not overcome. Caitlin busied herself with preparations for Halloween and that meant getting the perfect pumpkin to carve. Just a few blocks from her house the Holy Name church was having its pumpkin sale fund raiser. According to Father Mike, the pumpkins were supplied from a farm outside of Salem, Massachusetts. Cait was pleased to hear that as she had recently bought an ornate silver carving knife while antiquing in Salem a couple of weeks before. Antiquing was a favorite pastime as the bookish side of her was drawn to the stories behind the artifacts she acquired. This particular knife which she had bought was older than the country itself being made in Boston in the late sixteen hundreds. "An historic owner behind that particular piece," Caitlin recalled the sales lady saying, "How it found its way to Salem was a story lost to time. But it was part of the estate of one of our earliest ministers." The sales lady, Abigail, a statuesque woman in her early forties, explained. She continued telling Cait about the succession of owners of the knife, but it was the lady's emerald eyes behind the gold reading glasses that captured her attention for some strange reason. "It is one of a set of seven, for the deadly sins, each one with its own ornamentation around the handle as you can see here". As Abigail stroked the handle of the knife it seemed to glow, as the sunlight through the window glinted off the spine. "This one is all that is left from the original set." Caitlin enjoyed taking in the atmosphere of the shop. Abigail was a wonderful source of local history and enjoyed showing various pieces of silverware to her. Cait simply could not pass up the allure of the carving knife. There was something drawing her to it but she just couldn't put her finger on what. After agreeing to 'come again', she purchased the knife and thanked "Abby" for her time. Uncorking a bottle of merlot and pouring herself a glass, Cait went to a drawer in her silver chest and unpacked her new 'old' knife. She smiled to herself as she was suddenly reminded of Abby's tight red bun of hair as she removed the knife from its red cloth wrapping. Carving this pumpkin was the first actual use for the knife since she bought it a couple weeks ago. Gripping the oddly crafted handle she remarked that it felt warm to the touch despite it being a chilly day. Carving off the top of the pumpkin was surprisingly easy as the sharp blade made its way down and up, in and out, easily penetrating the firm flesh. Once the top was removed and the insides scooped out, Cait set about sculpting the features that would 'breathe life into the old Dullichan' as she used to tell her younger sister when they were kids. She carefully sliced out a pair of almond shaped holes with a circle left in for the eye ball, the knife leading the hand more than following. Sharply angled eye brows and a sinister smile gave the jack-o-lantern a much more devilish appearance than she had intended. Taking a step back to admire her handiwork, she was sure her sister would enjoy their Dullichan. After pouring herself another glass of wine, she opened a new set of candles and placed one in the jack-o-lantern. She then set it on the ledge of the large bay window so the neighbors could get a good look at the Dullichan as she lit the candle and dimmed the room lights. Its devilish look was magnified again in the window as if something sinister was looking in. With the remains of the pumpkin guts tossed, and the knife properly cleaned, wrapped, and put back in the silver chest, she poured another glass and headed for her bedroom, trying to put the sinister image out of her mind. After changing into a warm flannel sleepshirt she picked up her kindle from the night stand and settled into the overstuffed reading chair by the long arched window in the bedroom. Another thought of that sinister reflection outside the picture window down stairs sent a slight chill through her... or maybe it was just a draft as she pushed the thought of the Dullichan down again. Later, she was awakened from her sleep by another sudden chill. "Damn draft in this old house" she thought to herself when she slowly came to the awareness this was more than just a draft... she was cold, and could feel the air around her. She realized with startled concern that the warm covers of her bed were not there. She sat up, startled, noticing dark shadows moving along the floor. Suddenly a strong gust of shadows forced her flat back against the bed. As the shadows on the floor gathered they created the form of a powerfully built man. This man, made of black shadows, solidified and stood tall and commanding over her bed. Stricken with the sudden shock she took in the sight before her, the chiseled torso, the broad chest, strong shoulders, and powerful arms; and there perched on top of this solid shade specter were the glowing almond eyes pointed brow and sinister smile of the jack-o-lantern she had carved. She lay there in her bed immobile under some unseen force, and the penetrating gaze of the Dullichan loomed over her. She felt a brush of cool air move over her, and as her nipples hardened she became aware of her nakedness. Through this awareness she felt another sensation rising within her. A subtle sense of anticipation. It grew inside her, welling up from some dark place in her mind. It rose in her as if being drawn to the surface by the Dullichan, now with his arm outstretched over her. He leaned over her now, bringing his hand closer to hover over her. As Caitlin lay there exposed to the specter she could feel herself warming. The hand of solid shadow came down on her taut firm belly and she felt herself quiver in response. The touch went through her like a warm wave of pleasure. The firm hands moved up her torso and came to rest on her breasts. Then she felt the heat again, energy going from those fingers right through her chest and straight to the pleasure center. A wave of warm desire rushed into her mind filling it with a hunger for more. As Caitlin drifted, awash in the triggering of her pleasure center, she felt the hands move from caressing her breasts down her belly, reaching her abdomen, and lingering over her pubic mound. More of the magical heat radiated through her from those fingers and then they found their prey. She awoke with a start! Breathless she struggled to compose herself, her sleepshirt damp with sweat. She never had any vivid erotic dreams before. Or at least none that she could recall. In fact it had been quite a while since she had any sex at all much less dream about it. Not since her ex had walked out almost a year ago. Sex, hmmmph, just another chore she tolerated while married. It wasn't something that she got anything out of. She had never really explored that side of herself. A drink of water, that'll put things right again she thought to herself. She headed down to the kitchen and poured herself one. On her way back to bed, Caitlin decided to check on the Dullichan. The candle was winding itself down, its flame dimming some. She hadn't noticed that the reflection in the window was somewhat brighter than it had been earlier. She was feeling somewhat better now and reaching the bedroom, she discarded the damp flannel and changed into a soft, light blue, silk nightgown. It felt slightly cool against her, but something inside her smiled as she put herself back to bed and drifted off under the warm, comforting covers. Sometime later she was again awakened by a cold draft. A tinge of fear came upon her, she stared up at the ceiling, "No, not again" she shuddered at the thought. Then it began, the shadows gathered taking form, the Dullichan was looming over her again. Her eyes wide in fright, she stared up into that sinister smile which she herself had carved. His powerful arms came forward, his hands on her shoulders, pinning her to the bed. She could not move. His hands snaked their way down, massaging her tits, his fingers toying with her hardening nipples, rolling them in small circles. The strange warmth radiated through her chest again. Why was she liking this? Where was this coming from? The fingers were moving again, snaking their way back to her dampening pussy. The fear in her being replaced with a hunger in her. A new found need that the fingers were there to satisfy with abundance. The shadow fingers caressed their way along the folds of her pussy, fueling a growing ache deep inside her mind. The energy continued to hold her down on the bed and the Dullichan's fingers worked their way around her pussy, soaking as her juice flowed freely to welcome the invader. She was joining in now, her hands massaging her aching breasts. She never thought of her beautiful 'Bs' as anything special, but they sure felt special now. As her hands worked their way around her tingling tits she felt a fire consuming her. Tossing her head back and forth, pinching her nipples her tits were wired straight to that pleasure center in her head. Her nipples flooded her mind with pleasure as she pinched and pulled them. Then she let one hand loose to join the shadow fingers already working their magic in her soaking pussy. Her fingers intertwined with the Dullichan's as they joined in the assault on her sex. Swollen and aching her cunt was developing a need of its own, a need to be filled, and explored. Rubbing her pussy, her thoughts lost in lust and need, the fingers driving deeper and deeper. Her clit felt electric as it shocked her mind with ecstasy, the deeper they go the more the reward. Fingers feeling every inch inside her as she tossed and turned not able to break free, not willing to break free, not caring to break free, as that wave of pleasure lifted her higher that she could even imagine. Cait woke the next morning with the sheets of her bed bunched between her legs and a feeling of contentment wafting through her mind. Happy she was to have a draft in her bedroom. Happy Halloween Caitlin 02 Dullichan: from Celtic Mythology; a headless black rider, death follows where he stops That tongue swirling around her swollen clit was nothing short of heaven itself. As it twirled round and round so did her thoughts spin round and round cycling from pleasure to passion to pleasure again in Caitlin's expanding consciousness. She lay there breathing heavy, moaning, letting herself freefall deeper down the rabbit hole of ecstasy abandoning reason if just for a season... ********** Caitlin awoke that morning, struggling to rise from her exertion of the night before. 'It must have been one bad dream,' she thought. But would a dream leave her bed a wreck, or her body a wreck for that matter? The warmth which penetrated her body just hours ago had been replaced with an achy feeling this morning. An aching for the heat to return and somehow... Finish the job? No, Caitlin was not going to consider that this morning. There was too much work to do, and so she pushed those thoughts down. No sense dwelling on it now Caitlin thought as she got up to fetch her coffee downstairs, and then headed back up to get in the shower. She started the water, letting it run to heat the small master bath. She stripped off her sleep-shirt, damp with the evening excesses. She welcomed the stream of warm water raining down on her and her aches. Running her hands over her breasts she noticed a bit of tingling from last night still lingered. They seemed more sensitive and responsive to her touch. Caitlin noticed their sensitivity again as she was dressing for work. She went through a couple of different bras before finding one that was more comfortable than the others. It was the white bombshell push-up she got last year when she thought she might be adding a few pounds. 'It's supposed to be too big,' she thought, but being pressed for time, she decided not to finish up that thought too. Cait stuffed the thoughts down and finish dressing, choosing a white silk blouse, navy jacket, a matching pencil skirt, and black silk stockings. She then had a thought and choose her black three inch stilettos, which she found complimented her stockings. She usually just wore pumps to work, or an inch or two of heel. These were social shoes, not business shoes, but she felt that a change would be nice. Then Cait had the thought that the shoes went well not only with the stockings, but with the non-business attire bra as well. She smiled with that thought. Dressing, Caitlin noticed that the blouse felt a bit tighter. The silk of the blouse against her chest felt somehow 'tingly'. The tight fit of the blouse distracted her from noticing that the usually loose skirt was now visibly complimenting a firmer, more shapely backside. She was never one to dress in any revealing or provocative manner. The choice of shoes today was just a small step out of character, but not noticeably. As a mid-level corporate attorney in the contracts department of a New York law firm, Caitlin was known for her professional attire, professional demeanor, and professional accomplishments. Because of this she served as a mentor to several of the young female law students interning at the firm. Hearing the mantle clock chime, she headed out to get to the train for her daily commute. She often enjoyed the scenery on the trek down from her home in Tarrytown down to Grand Central Station while spending time getting a jump on the day with a bit of work on the train. Today, however, her thoughts drifted, trying somehow to make sense of last night's dream. She normally didn't recall any of her dreams besides a fragment of a thought here or there. And she certainly never recalled having a nightmare. Maybe when she was a kid, but she could not recall any as a grown woman. 'Nightmares! Must be a hallmark of the Halloween season,' she thought to herself. It was not so much the dream that bother Caitlin as it was awareness of her nipples firming up at the recollection of the nightmare's Dullichan. The feeling of those powerful arms, strong hands, and oh! those fingers. No, it was rather her complete surrender to those limbs and the places within her to which they had taken her that Caitlin was actually distressed about. Heading into her in office she strode past the large curved reception area on the thirteen floor of the building. Bill, a robust Englishman who managed the floor and its staff greeted her as she came in, "Good morning, Ms. Corey". "Good morning ,Bill. Any news from our project up north?" She asked, checking the stack of recently delivered land surveys. "Everything appears to be on target," he replied. "The architects will be sending the preliminary drafts by courier on Thursday. They said they would need your revisions by the fifteenth next month to stay on schedule." Cait smiled as she headed to her office, Bill's English accent makes schedule sound like 'shed-jual', and for some reason, she just found it amusing. In her office overlooking Bryant Park, autumn leaves in the late stages of color stood firm below her office windows. One of the interns, Tina, delivered a large envelope of papers. "Good morning, Ms. Corey," Tina said. "The contracts for the Ipswich project were just delivered." Tina was standing on the other side of Caitlin's desk wearing a white cotton blouse, navy jacket, and a somewhat matching pencil skirt. She strove to look every bit the professional as her mentor, but there was little Tina could do to downplay the distraction of her 34 inch D cup chest she supported on her five foot five frame. Curves were just the curse Tina was born to bear. Her skirt was strained taut by her firm heart-shaped ass and, 'yes, you could bounce quarters off that,' Caitlin thought, quite out of the blue, as Tina turned and swayed back to her cubicle. After lunch Tina returned to Caitlin's office to deliver the afternoon mail and, as usual, get caught up on any afternoon assignments. Caitlin was seated at the chairs by the windows in an area of her office where she often conducted these informal meetings, her stocking legs tucked up under her as she gazed absently out the window, her mind drifting back to her dream. With a shake of her head she was back in the present and welcomed Tina with her customary warm smile. Tina was one of Caitlin's favorite interns. Now that Tina was starting her third year with Caitlin and the firm, Cait looked on her as a protégé. In addition to her feminine appearance, Tina was bright, perceptive, and bookish. The round glasses that accented her dark eyes helped to foster her studious appearance. As Tina came in to take a seat, she noticed the reddish tint in Ms. Corey's normally sandy blonde hair, and wondered why she hadn't noticed it before. She assumed that it might have something to do with the light through the windows. "That shade of red is a nice color on you, Ms. Corey," Tina remarked. "May I ask what you're using on it?" "What do you mean?" Cait asked unaware that anything was any different, outwardly at least. "Your hair seems a bit redder, but it's probably just the light in here. So, what's on the agenda for this week?" 'Tina was always so focused on the here and now,' Caitlin thought as she untucked her legs. As the stocking legs came out from under Cait she crossed them, and the light reflected back at Tina catching her eye and catching her attention momentarily. "I'd like you and Alexis to start going through the property deeds around that area we're looking into for the Ipswich project," Caitlin instructed as she reached down to rub the back of her leg. "Do inquiries on all the parcels in a three mile radius from our target. For the time being, this is to be our primary focus." "Focus?" Tina replied as she caught her mind drifting and her focus was on Ms Corey's legs, or rather her stockings. "The project, yes, I'll grab Alexis and we'll get right on it." Cait and Tina went over a couple of other points, but Tina felt her focus drifting towards Ms. Corey's stockings several times. She was used to keeping a careful eye on her mentor and making adjustments in her own wardrobe accordingly, but some how this felt different. 'She must be tired,' she thought and, as the meeting concluded, she took one more long look at the shapely legs in front of her. As she headed back out to her cubicle she was thinking she should get a nice pair of stockings. As she dismissed Tina, Cait again was drawn to the sight of the young intern's ass swaying every so... invitingly? Cait wondered as her voluptuous protégé left. Somewhat flustered now she wondered where in the world these thoughts were coming from. The day came to a close with Caitlin reviewing more of the project's requirements. Then after transferring a few files to her kindle, she left the office to head home. On her way out,she dropped by Alexis's cubicle to see that Tina had brought her up to date. "Hi, Lex," Cait said as she approached the slender young associate with the curly chestnut hair. "Did Tina touch base with you this afternoon?" "Yes she did, Ms. Corey," Alexis replied with her soft distinctive southern accent born of her Charleston roots. "I'm just reviewing the numbers on contract six now." Caitlin leaned over her associate's shoulder with her arm around her to see one of the columns of figures, satisfied with the calculations so far. She lingered a moment then softly spoke to Alexis's ear, "Don't spend too much time here," and left her to her task. The commute home was spent reviewing contract two's scheduled completion dates, but as she approached Tarrytown her thoughts were dwelling more and more on dreams and nightmares and Halloween approaching. Caitlin could not recall a time when she was apprehensive about going to bed, but a recurrence of the previous night's dream was not something to look forward to. As she lay there drifting off to sleep, she thought she caught a reflection in the large bedroom window and, then, fell the mist of sleep. A shiver went through her. Again the warm layer of covers that should have helped to keep out the chill where gone. She knew without opening her eyes that, as it was last night, she lay there exposed to whatever was coming for her, and she knew something was coming. The shadows were gathering, pulling themselves into a malevolent force, the Dullichan, and she felt her pussy wetting with new found excitement. As she slowly let her eyes open to reveal the sight before her, she knew, yes, she knew he would come. There at the foot of her bed loomed the powerful, chiseled, body of the Dullichan with his arms outstretched. His hands reached out again for her shoulders and firmly pinned her to the bed. She shuddered at the touch and felt herself arching up to welcome more of him. She wanted more, wanted something... deeper. She lay there helpless, unable to move she felt somehow more naked this time in front of the Dullichan, because she had somehow hoped that he would return. She was exposed to him, her heart pounding, her breath panting, her pulse racing. This! This, is what magic feels like. The Dullichan's hands were upon her once again, the fingers probing the pleasure points of her willing body. All along her flesh they crawled teasing and pleasing on their way. When they finally reached the junction of her legs, they snaked their way around her thighs and firmly separated them. Exposed and aching Caitlin arched to receive the pleasure now awakened in her. But, the hands... she didn't feel the hands! Wait! The longed for fingers failed to finish their magic. She now lay there spread, unable to close those tensed thighs. Exposed in her need before that sinister smile of the Dullichan, sneering, leering at her, then she saw the hands again. There they were hovering above her, drifting. Cait could barely make them out but there they were. They were moving, not to her waiting, weeping, exposed sex as she so desperately wanted, no, they were moving up towards the Dullichan's head. She watched, transfixed, as the hands lifted the 'pumpkin?' off the Dullichan's powerful shoulders and brought it lower and lower. It was coming closer to her now. Caitlin watched with apprehension as the hands firmly wedged the pumpkin, with its sinister smile, right at the opening to her very being. Caitlin felt the warmth emitting from the head placed firmly between her thighs. She was at a loss, how could a candle be so... hot. She looked down at the pumpkin between her legs and she noticed it. There was a slight movement behind that sinister sculpted smile. Then it emerged, a round shadow form, slick in its appearance and snakelike in its movements, a round black shadow tongue, wet and warm. Probingly the Dullichan's tongue emerged, like a snake sniffing its prey, it lightly flicked at her lips down there. She desperately started squirming herself away, wanting only to put distance between her warm moist pussy and the hot wet snake, but the sinister force still held her legs fast and there was no escape for Caitlin. Not only were her legs pinned spread apart, but she was how aware her hands had wrapped themselves around posts in the headboard of her large brass bed, and she was unable to free them, either. Fear cascaded down her spine and then she felt them... The fingers had returned. She forgot about the tongue hovering just outside her pussy when she felt the Dullichan fingers teasing her nipples. As they stiffened, the fingers moved over her breasts, massaging their heat deep into her... Her passion refueled and her wetness resumed, the tongue made a sudden lunge into Caitlin as she let out a gasp of shock and, then, a long, low moan as the tongue slid its way deep inside her and she began to understand. Cait started moving her hips down, thrusting, trying to get more of the tongue deeper within her. Grinding herself on it. The tongue inside her grew wider, swelling her labia outward and, then, began to pulse rhythmically within her. She started groaning, then moaning, then crying out in pleasure as a wave of ecstasy flooded from her aching pussy straight to her captive brain. Thrusting in and out, Caitlin felt herself impaled on the tongue, setting her on fire and then drowning that fire in bliss. She climaxed with such force that her scream drown out the howling wind outside. The orgasm racing through her lust-filled mind broke her remaining resistance. As it crashed inside her, like a dam breaking, so forceful and all consuming, it carried her off on a wave of white bliss. Happy Halloween Caitlin 03 His erection was buried so deep in her mouth it felt as though he would coat her brain with his orgasm, and she wanted that. She wanted that more than she had wanted anything ever. That was the new thinking going on in Caitlin's new mind. She was on all fours leaning over the back of her bed. The hand made of solid shadow held her head firmly. The heat that radiated from that strong hand penetrated her mind and its fingerprints were certainly imprint themselves on her soul. And she marveled at the pleasure that raced through her as she wanted to perform this act of worship. ✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴ Caitlin woke up that morning, this time without her sleepshirt on. Her head was spinning slightly and a murmur of self-satisfaction escaped her lips. Her wild wet dream of the evening was fresh on her mind but she was still blissfully unaware of the evidence imprinting itself on her physically. She willed herself out of her blissful state, slipped naked out of bed, and into her warm heavy white robe. She headed downstairs to fetch her coffee from the automated machine. She poured in a touch of the pumpkin spice creamer, smiling at the thought, and settled with her kindle at the breakfast nook to enjoy the morning sunshine. Her mind just wasn't focusing itself on the reading she had planned. She put the device down and inhaling the scent of her coffee, stared dreamily outside, working to hold on to the blissful state she woke up with. With the chiming of the mantle clock she was started to awareness, caught daydreaming. 'Damn!' Cait thought 'first nightmares now daydreams... Get it together, and get in the shower.' Running late she started the shower, and pulled out an outfit for work. There wasn't much thought to it as most of her work suits looked alike, blue or black or gray... Today was not a gray day she thought to herself, she was feeling good and gray was a color she usually choose when she was down. Today's a nice day for that black outfit with the powder blue top. That should be a nice touch of color. It was after she got out of the shower that she noticed that her breasts were indeed larger than it was before and still sensitive to the touch as they were yesterday. Toweling off, each breast felt heavier and firmer than when she went to bed. "Well I can rule out pregnancy," she thought wondering why she would be putting on weight. Water retention? Growth spurt? At thirty-three you would think I would be grown already. It had to be a growth spurt because it wasn't just her chest growing, she noticed a subtle change of an inch in height. She was definitely an inch taller, even in her bare feet. She started getting dressed, but ran into the same problem as yesterday. Only now, none of her bras would fit. Not even her secret backup 'binge ice cream pig out' bra. Ok, plan B, a sweater and skirt day and a trip to the store. There were a couple of files she needed to go over for the Ipswich project, but most of the items were delegated out to others at the firm. The mission critical milestones won't be delayed by Caitlin working for home. Her computer in her home office was upgraded with a VPN access to the firm for this project a couple of months ago. So why not take advantage of a 'chance of snow' day and make some of the more sensitive phone calls for this project at home. After fixing herself up and slipping into a light brown cashmere sweater, enjoying the softness against her sensitive breasts, and a loose flowing skirt she settled into work mode in her antique cluttered office. The desk she bought a couple of years ago was said to have been used by Theodore Roosevelt. After taking care of the agenda items for the day, Cait decided to treat herself to a lunch out, and a trip to the lingerie shop in town. A series of bell chimes announced Caitlin's entry into the lingerie shop. Certainly a welcome noise as there had been only two customers that morning, one was a quick pantie pick up, the other a friend of Aimee's who stopped by for a bit of tea and a chat. Aimee always had amenities at her shop, making it a point of being a place to not rush. Being a new shop in town Aimee wanted customers to really feel at home. The store was subdued outside with split display windows on either side of the door. In one window Aimee set up a couple of mannequin forms sporting not their usual lingerie but 'costume' items in stock, a sexy witch, and next to her a very sexy witch. In the other display window were two conservatively dressed mannequins at a round table having tea, with Halloween touches. "Hello," Aimee said with warmth in her voice, "Can I help you today?" "Hello," Caitlin replied somewhat startled to see a "sexy witch" behind the counter but she quickly recovered, it is three days to Halloween and they do sell these costumes here she reasoned. "I needed to stop in today because my weight has been changing and I think I need a fitting, do you do that here?" "Yes, of course! I'm quite expert at it," Aimee said getting a good look at her fresh new customer. A very appreciative look indeed. Aimee's sexual orientation had her well suited for enjoying her job. Even though Cait was wearing a loose fitting sweater and skirt Aimee had already had a good feel for the measurements but she was keeping that to herself while she welcomed Cait to the shop. "Enjoy a bit of brew," Aimee said dipping a ladle into a warm 'cauldron' set near the coffee and tea service and gave Caitlin a punch glass of warm mulled wine. "A seasonal specialty of the house". "Thank you," Cait accepted "you have such a lovely 'home'." "I want to create a place that's less like a store and more like a refugee from the outside," Aimee said "Are you in a rush or would you like to sit a spell?" Cait welcomed the opportunity to be out and enjoy a new experience. The shop was more like a Starbucks than a clothes shop but that was the kind of space Aimee worked hard to create. A place to relax and unwind as she thought that was what lingerie was really all about. And Aimee was a woman who liked to entertain, and really get to know customers. 'Especially the attractive ones,' she thought to herself. The two woman sat and chatted about the local goings-on over a cup or two of the mulled wine. Cait was pleased to have someone showing a bit of interest in her for a change. She was not consciously aware of Aimee flirting with her, but through their conversation Cait found herself growing more and more interested in Aimee. The young 30'ish proprietress, was very understanding, Caitlin thought as the two continued to chat about how Aimee came to opening a shop, and Cait came to being suddenly single. She found herself smiling into Aimee's blue eyes, the shoulder length blond hair, warm smile, and pointed sexy witch hat all come within Cait's scrutiny, but Cait found her eyes more focused on her hostess's cleavage and the revealing sexy witch costume. Aimee welcomed the attention her appearance made on Cait, she was feeling quite compelled by her new acquaintance also. She always enjoyed a bit of flirt with her customers but, she was feeling something a bit more welcoming about Caitlin, a kindred soul feeling and Aimee was looking forward to a bit of seduction on a slow afternoon. By the third round of "brew" Caitlin had not noticed Aimee sweep past the shop door and let the outside world know she would "be back later." As luck would have it, a light early snow outside made that decision easier. Her next decision would also be an easy one for her. As Aimee handed another wine to Cait, Cait noticed the tattoo on Aimee's soft, slender, sexy, limb. "Is that a real tattoo?" Cait asked, thinking she had seen it somewhere before. A circle of Celtic scrollwork with a triquetra triangle inscribed within it "Oh yes, it's real alright! my friend Susan and I got matching tattoos when we spent a weekend on the Massachusetts coast. It's supposed to be religious or something but I just liked the artwork" Cait found herself revealing to her new friend that she really wanted friends to do things with. She dismissed her confessional state as being the byproduct of somewhat liberal libations but she did not deny to herself that she did enjoy the company and the attention of this woman. After her divorce she found that the few superficial friends she did have were not real pillars of support, and some were more inclined to her ex's side of their story. Cait really enjoyed another glass of brew and the women's conversation had in an hour or so cycled around to underwear and getting fitted. Aimee was more in her element as she took Caitlin by the hand and led her back to the spacious fitting room. Cait, a bit tipsy in the afternoon, was happy to be led. Aimee left Cait on the settee and returned with a couple of items which she already knew would fit and flatter, and placed them on a small side table. "Let's get you measured," Aimee said as Cait got to her feet. Aimee leaned into Cait with her arm around her as she whispered conspiratorially in Cait's ear, "We'll have to get you naked first." That elicited a smile from Cait as she worked her sweater up over her head, Aimee's smile was more mischievous. She stepped behind Cait and was undoing the zipper to Cait's skirt. A second later Cait was naked and feeling somewhat good about that. Aimee took in the sight of her new friend, the shapely hips and surprisingly firm breasts. As she worked the measuring tape around Cait's very responsive and receptive breasts, Aimee discovered what her nude friend had known for a day or two now. "Wow! Those are sensitive, aren't they?" Aimee whispered in her ear again. Aimee's warm breath melted Cait's hesitancy as well as her neck. Aimee's hand had simply brushed against one of the breasts and Cait's nipples came right to their aroused state "I don't know what's been happening to me lately." Caitlin didn't want to reveal the effect Aimee was having on her, Cait's body had other ideas. She felt herself enjoying the warmth of Aimee's touch. And the fragrance of her when she came close. 'There was something so compelling about her... and her... lips,' she thought as she tentatively met Aimee's lips with her own. She wasn't really aware of the fact that she was openly kissing her new found friend. Cait didn't go 'that way' she thought to herself. But there was something within her letting her go, allowing her to be swept up in the moment. Feeling her body respond so willingly and easily to Aimee's touch, Cait was soon embracing the sexy witch and enjoying the woman's lips. With their arms entwined and their lips locked Aimee brought her arms around and massaged Cait's breasts, as the pleasure worked its way through Cait, she brought her lips to tease Cait's aroused nipples. The sensation whirled around Cait's head and she moaned her acceptance. As she was slightly swooning on her legs Aimee helped her to the settee. As Cait lowered herself on it, Aimee knelt down in front of her nude friend and her hands parted Cait's legs easily. Cait's mind was a blur of thoughts, feelings, and sensations, all of them new to her. Cait's body betrayed her and collaborated in her own seduction. Then something in the back of Cait's mind reassured her that Aimee was right where Aimee should be, kneeling before her and making her head swim with desire, and satisfying an itch long dormant. As Aimee's warm breath blew against Cait's red-haired pussy, it was blowing on the coals of a dormant fire, the little flame relit started a fire within Cait that would soon burn through her soul and culminate in a fire of desire in her being. As Aimee's tongue pleasured Cait to a new dimension of sexuality, her hand found its way into her sexy witch costume to apply the right pressure to her own pleasure points. She knew exactly where those fingers would go to get her to the same destination her tongue was taking Caitlin. Moments later their climaxes came together in a chorus of breathless "oh's", and "ah's", as the tension which had built up inside them exploded in a release Caitlin never had with a woman, and had not had with a man in... she didn't recall. She couldn't recall anything at the moment. For now her head was just... satisfied. They held each other a moment kissing gently, tentatively, the novelty of it sinking in with Caitlin and the suddenness of it catching up with Aimee. Cait put on her sweater and shirt. Feeling somewhat flustered and unsure of herself, she quickly thanked Aimee said she had a nice time and offered hasty goodbyes retreating from the shop for the safety of home. Grabbing her coat and bag she dashed back out into the light snow outside. Aimee, taken off guard by the sudden departure, stopped and settled down thinking that Caitlin would be back. There was just something about the hat, gloves and bag of underwear on the counter that gave Aimee that impression. 'She can't go commando all the time,' she thought with a smile. Caitlin arrived home with so many sensations flowing through her, arousal satisfaction confusion, but mostly concern as to why she was acting so out of character lately. She was certainly not wanting to consider that this current project might be a bit overwhelming. That was mostly likely not the cause as she had worked projects larger and more complex than this. But this was the first she had a real ownership stake in. 'No, a bit of a soak in the tub and that will clear my mind and settle me down,' she thought. The water was warm as she slid down into it. Relaxing in the large claw-foot tub and watching the snowflakes fall outside the master bath she let the water soothe her. Soaking, her thoughts drifting back to meeting Aimee at the shop, Cait hadn't noticed her one hand running over her growing breasts or the other hand between her legs. Her thoughts swirled with images of her and Aimee and the pleasures two women could enjoy with each other. Cait came out of her daydream as the late afternoon sun started setting and the darkness moved across the steamed window. Damn! She got out and into her warm robe and headed into the bedroom for her cell phone. She checked the time before making the call, glad that Chicago was an hour behind. She had to make sure that the courier with the project drafts delivered them here at her home rather than the office as it looked like tomorrow would be a nice work from home day also. As she finished making the arrangements, that's when she recollected that the tattoo on Aimee's arm was similar to a design she had seen on the architect's drafts. Cait spent some time clearing up her home office. She made sure to pick up and sort some papers from her desk, and secured her project files. She put these in a leather carrying case and brought them to the dining room. Most of tomorrow's work would be done there in order to take advantage of the larger work surface the dining table would provide. After clearing off her ornate antique dining room table for tomorrow's meeting she decided to call it a night. Having gotten the dining room ready for tomorrow, she stepped into the living room. Fetching a fresh candle, she made sure to replace the burnt one in the Dullichan. Lighting the fresh candle and seeing its glow reflected in the window, she was satisfied that her Halloween decorations were set. She then set off for the kitchen. After she poured herself a glass of wine, she was on her way upstairs to read before turning in. She had been sound asleep when a sudden shudder woke her. A knowing fear was in her eyes as she sat up, naked. It had been this way for the past two nights. Something tangible was happening and this was not a dream. Something is wrong in this house and it was beyond her mind's acceptance. No matter how much she choose not to accept, the shadows still moved along the moonlit floor. They gathered as they had before. The now familiar shape was being called forth from the room's moonlit shadows. The sinister look, the powerful body, the commanding presence of the Dullichan appeared at the foot of her bed. Wisps of shadows emanated from the Dullichan. The shadows did not push Cait back down as it had yesterday, instead, tonight, they were pushing her forward. The shadows behind her pushed on her shoulders bringing her up to where she was on her knees, kneeling up near the edge on her bed, her legs spread. A wisp of shadow wrapped around her, molding itself to her breasts, and she could feel a pleasure transmitting from the shadow, into her breasts, and though her warming body. A wisp of shadow now wrapped itself seductively along her spread thighs, warming them with tendrils of pleasure as well. Snaking itself up her left thigh, then down her right. It turned and pulsed its way between her legs lighting a fire of lust within her. The shadow ignited a flame of pleasure welling up now from a forgotten place within her. She thrashed and writhed as the pleasure washed into her. Her eyes shut tight as the shadow entered her, filling her, flooding her mind with bliss. Cait let out a cry in the night of desperate need, and then she exploded with release. The wisps of shadows dissipating as she fell back onto the bed. The sinister smile and flickering eyes looking down on her brightened. Happy Halloween Caitlin 04 The crimson haired beauty was facing the wall wearing a blindfold made of impenetrable shadow. Kneeling on her bed her arms outstretched and lashed to the crossbar of her large brass bed. She waiting once again for the lash of a whip crafted from the spine of a man. Feeling that whip strike her tender offered ass and go straight through her body and scream its way through the pleasure playground her head had become. Each lash was its own climax within her. She arched her back and lifted her ass to the Dullichan waiting to savor the kiss of that whip. ✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴ Caitlin woke up that morning groggy from a rough night's sleep and feeling a bit of stiffness in her shoulders and arms. Rubbing the soreness and rising up in the bed, she noticed that the bed was a couple of feet away from the wall. She made an effort to ignore that thought and stuffed it away. Now is a good time for a nice cup of coffee she thought to herself as she slipped into her robe. She decided last night to forgo the light sleep shirt in favor of the heavier nightgown which hung off her like drapes. Opting for something warm on the colder nights. Now, it was on with the slippers, and off to join Mr coffee downstairs. As she sat in her breakfast nook looking out at the light layer of fresh fallen snow there was not much reading as there was recollection as Cait sat and reflected on her encounter with Aimee yesterday. Her dreams these past couple of days were probably to blame for her behavior. She must be sleep deprived and exhausted. These past couple of months had she had been consumed by the Ipswich project which was getting her involved in so many more facets of this project. She thought that the senior partners in the firm were using this project to groom her for her next step up within the firm. She worked at a large firm, and Aimee was anything but firm, so nice and soft and wet and welcoming... She could do with a little work to take her mind off of... That wonderful woman's tongue teasing her... 'No, let's get some work done today,' she thought to herself trying to keep her mind focused as she headed off to the shower. The shower was a problem as far as getting her mind off Aimee. Her breasts were as sensitive as ever and the warm water cascading over them only heightened her arousal and her recollection of yesterday's pleasure. Focusing now only on getting washed getting out and getting dressed. She quickly lathered up, and let a smile spread across her lips. Reluctantly separating herself from the shower, she got dressed for the work at home day. Again the loose fitting swearer, this one light blue, and long black skirt. She had a couple of follow up calls to make before Tina came by to deliver a parcel that arrived at the office yesterday, and the architect's courier would be dropping off drafts to her here. What Caitlin wouldn't know about for a while is that the real estate inquiries that Alexis was making were being noticed elsewhere. The tax roll office of Lawrence MA was a small cramped office with bureaucratic gray metal desks and impersonal furnishings. This particular office however, had a state of the art computer and high speed internet connection with a server that managed the agencies data requests. Although there had been sporadic inquires as to the ownership of properties around the Ipswich area, the past two days had shown Thomas a troubling trend. Tom, who functioned as a record processing clerk knew he needed to place a call. "Miss Clinton, please, tell her it's Tom at the tax office in Lawrence." he said waiting for his party to pick up the line. "Hello Abby, Tom here, I think it's been discovered..." The courier from Chicago landed at LaGuardia airport, and took a cab to Caitlin's office to rendezvous with Tina. She intercepted him in the lobby. "Good morning," Tina greeted her hand extended, "Mr. McGinnis," "Ms. Pizzoli, a pleasure," he responded, a smooth baritone voice resonated with her. "Call me Terrance." Tina looked appraisingly at the courier, a Brooks Brothers fitted charcoal suit pressed white shirt and red tie his look was stylish and classic. A firm set jaw a warm smile and clear blue eyes, his black hair grating at the temples pegged him for mid-forties, and Tina liked what she saw. After introductions it was on the grand Central station for the trip up to Tarrytown. They found seats in the middle of the sparsely populated car facing each other and passed the time in conversation. At least it started out that way, but soon Tina found herself quite captivated by this stranger and was openly flirting. He reached forward putting his hand on her leg and whispered a comment about the conductor going by. Tina really didn't hear the comment. Her attention was fixed on the wonderful sensation pulsing through her at the courier's touch. She was not one of these girls to fall for any guy that walks along, and Tina was a city girl wise to being picked up, but still she found herself being swept, and by a gentleman no less. Here she was the brazen hussy adjusting her skirt to show still get a lot more leg and toying with a gold chain round her neck. The trip progressed nicely to their destination. Tina had called earlier that morning and arraigned to have a cab at the Tarrytown station. Arriving, the courier led Tina smoothly to the cab, opening the door and ushered her inside. The doorbell rang and Cait headed downstairs to answer it. Her appointment was right on time. At the door, Tina presented the courier, and they entered. "Mr. McGinnis, I'm so glad you were able to rearrange your schedule and meet here." Cait welcomed them with her arm directing her guests towards the dining room. "Yes, your able bodied assistant had made all the arraignments." Terrance said with a nod to Tina. "She really is a nice find." "I couldn't agree more," Cait said with appreciation. The meeting progressed with blueprints, drawings, specifications, and reports covering the dining room table. "We are all set to proceed with the dormitories. However, changes to the basement of the main building, and its expansion, are required by the principals involved higher up." Caitlin instructed, "They are referenced in draft specification three. Tina, do you have a copy of that?" "Yes it's here," she replied retrieving the file from her case. They went over the necessary expansion to the structure subbasement. At one o'clock Caitlin suggested a lunch break. She was planning on picking up an order from an Italian place in town. She phoned in to order and then headed out. Waiting in the dining room Terrance and Tina resumed their earlier conversation from the train. Tina was soon once again mesmerized by the courier and feeling herself letting her defenses down. He softly ran the back of his hand along her cheek. Her gaze staring into his pale blue, spinning eyes. As his hand held the back of her head she felt herself drawn into him. He drew her close and brought his lips down upon hers and she held him tentatively at first, but as his kiss deepened within her she held him more firmly. With his other hand deftly undoing her blouse she felt a warmth pass through her. She had abandoned her better judgment and let herself melt into him. Her breath quickening as the courier's lips proceeded to her breasts, now unbound by some unseen sleight of hand. Tina tilted her head and let herself submit as she removed his tie, unbuttoned his shirt and let her hands explore the warm chest and strong shoulders. She felt her will draining as she caressed the warm flesh in front of her. She felt herself lifted up, her skirt removed and placed bare assed on a cleared corner of the table. She gasped as he entered her his strokes slow at first worked their way faster till they were in rhythm with her racing heart. She felt herself transformed, her passion heating her, threatening to burn through her, she held firm to this stranger. As she moaned her need into his ear. As she wrapped her legs around him, she felt him moving through her. She felt him snaking his way up and filling her. Tina could not resist the feeling a warmth radiating from her aching sex as it sent jolts of pleasure up her spine and into the pleasure center in her head. Caitlin had come back in through the back door placing the lunch order in the kitchen on her way to the dining room. As she approached she could hear the sounds of Tina's ravishment at the hands of the courier. Coming around the corner she could see the display before her. The nude and muscular body of the courier stood over the equally naked Tina who was sprawled on the cleared table. Her lean legs wrapped around Terrance's torso. As he thrust deeper into her, Tina cried out feeling her climax busting in her. Caitlin's arousal was immediate. Her nipples hardened and her pussy moistened as she inhaled the musky scent of sex in the air. Her head swooned and she felt herself drawn into the coupling. Seeing Tina swaying on the table in an obvious state of bliss, Caitlin shed her sweater and wrapped her arms around the courier kissing his neck. Her bare breasts drawing heat from the courier's powerful back. The courier continued thrusting into Tina at an increasing rate. As he felt Tina constricting around him he felt his own orgasm cresting. In a guttural groan he let go of his own climax. It satisfied Tina's need if only temporarily. She did not feel the tattoo etching its way across the base of the back of her neck, a circle with a triquetra inscribed. Its symbolism would be revealed to her soon. Turning towards Caitlin, the courier's eyes drank her in. Cait looked back at him with a dreamy lust in her eyes. She didn't notice that the courier's blue eyes had an other-worldly glow about them as he brought his lips on hers and kissed her with a hunger Cait had not known before. Breaking the kiss the courier turned Cait round. As she faced Tina, Tina sat up. The two women embraced locking their lips in an eager kiss tasting each other and letting their hands slowly explore each other's bodies. The courier came up behind Cait and removed her skirt. Sitting her down in the large leather chair he directed Tina to the floor kneeling before Cait. As he directed the young intern's head between Cait's thighs the assistant came to an awareness and slowly started working on her boss's dripping pussy. Perched on her knees the courier came behind Tina placing his erection against the intern's well wetted lips and began thrusting into her again. Caitlin let herself go tossing her legs over the arms of the chair and using her hands to keep Tina on her task. Cait's added sensitivity soon had ripples of pleasure surging through her. Tina, feeling the courier filling her again matched his thrusting with her own grinding. Feeling him penetrating her deeper. She felt herself melting away as her tongue twirled around Caitlin's pussy she found herself sinking deeper into her own pool of bliss swallowing her lust filed head. As her fourth orgasm surged through her, she joined Caitlin in a collapse of exhaustion from the afternoon's excesses. As the ladies rested, recharging their reserves, the courier collected the meeting notes and project revisions. Packing his case he made arraignments to get back to his offices and start on the changes. This project was coming closer to completion and the schedules would need to be maintained. He was placing a call to the cab company when Caitlin appeared, wrapped in her long terry robe. "I wanted to thank you again for coming here at such short notice Mr. McGinnis," she said with a warmth in her voice. "Thank you Ms. Corey, I remain as always, at your service." Terrence responded with a slight bow. Taking her hand he gave it a kiss. "Please thank your assistant, her company was a pleasure." As he collected his case, Caitlin noticed the gold logo against the black leather. It bore a striking resemblance to Aimee's tattoo. "I'll make sure we get the revised drafts out to you within the next two weeks." He said as he left for the waiting taxi. Later that evening, Caitlin had Tina stay over in the guest room. She was still a little unsteady, and she felt that her young intern should just spend the night. As Cait finished tucking her in for the night, she headed down stairs. Cait made sure to set a new tea light candle in the Dullichan, and light the wick. She stood back and watched the glow in the window with a sense of satisfaction. Halloween would be here tomorrow. But for now, it's time to sleep. Sometime later she was again awakened by a cold draft. Then it began again, the shadows gathered taking form, the Dullichan was looming over her again. Her eyes stared up into that sinister smile. She welcomed him now. There was no more fear in his presence. She knew he was here to serve her. To take her. To pleasure her. She looked up at the powerful arms and strong shoulders and that sinister smile. She closed her eyes, spread her legs, and welcomed her visitation to her bed. The shadows covered her, blanketing her in a warmth which penetrated her body. It sent stimulation through her as she ached for more. Then she started feeling lips traveling around her body, teasing her breasts, and peaking her arousal. As she let herself drift along with the pleasure of the shadows, she felt the Dullichan between her legs. Firm and forceful, she felt herself penetrated deeply. Surrendering to the sensations overwhelming her, she ached her back and let her orgasm carry her back into a void of bliss, as the Dullichan's eyes burned brighter.