0 comments/ 68630 views/ 2 favorites Halloween Hooker By: R. Richard The town was cloaked in a grim, gray drizzle appropriate to Halloween night. The big car moved through increasingly meaner streets as the small groups of trick or treaters dwindled. Finally, the driver stopped in front of perhaps an older apartment house. He said to Anika, “This is the address. I don’t like the looks of it.” Anika said, “That makes two of us. However, the client is paying double rate. For double rate, I take a chance. I have my emergency transmitter on a 10-minute cycle. If it goes off, I am in trouble; come and get me!” The big man shifted slightly and checked the deadly .357 magnum he carried. “OK, Miss Anika, if they want trouble, I got trouble. However, watch yourself.” Anika braced herself and got out of the car and dashed through the drizzle into the little lobby. The lobby was as crummy as one would have suspected from the street view. However, there was a buzzer panel and the button on Suite 13 seemed to work. A rather strange voice with a trace of some sort of accent Anika could not place asked, “Who is there?” Anika replied, “I am Anika, your appointment.” The voice said, “Ah yes, Anika. Please do come up. The lift is at the end of the little hall. Just press the number 13 button and I will await you.” Anika walked to the end of the hall and, as promised there was a charming little lift. It was complete, except for missing the CONDEMNED sign. It was apparently operational. Oh well, double pay, double risk. Anika slid the cage aside, stepped into the elevator and punched the 13 button. The elevator went up quite a ways. It was slow moving and Anika counted the floors as she passed them. It appeared that number 13 was on the fourth floor. The elevator ground to a halt, after a few nasty little judders and then, after a considerable wait, the door opened. A tall form waited in a lit doorway down the hall. Anika took a deep breath and reset her trouble transmitter for another 10-minute interval. She then started down the hall. As Anika walked down the hall, she noted that there appeared to be only the one door off the hall. Presumably there were four units per floor except that number 13 occupied the entire fourth floor. Anika walked up to the tall form in the doorway. “Welcome Anika, enter my abode!” Anika stepped past the form into what appeared at first to be a very large formal living room. There were floor to ceiling windows with heavy drapes. There was a large, very ornate fireplace at the far end of the room. In front of the fireplace was a bed! The bed appeared rather odd in a living room but that was the client’s business. The tall form steered Anika toward the fireplace and the bed. As Anika slowly walked down the room she tried to look at the chairs or couches that seemed set against the walls. For whatever reason, Anika’s eyes would not quite focus on the furniture. Similarly, there seemed to be pictures or wall hangings on the walls but, once again, Anika’s eyes would not focus on the items. Suddenly, double pay did not seem like such a good bargain. They reached the bed at the far end of the room. The bed, at least, was solid with no shifting or blurring. The fireplace was not a fireplace! It appeared to be some kind of altar! Anika turned to tell the man that she would need to use the bathroom first. The man had discarded the cloak he had worn. Under the cloak was a thin but strong looking bone white body. Protruding from the ghastly white body were three things. There was an enormous erect penis and two very nasty looking fangs in a blood red mouth. Anika turned to run. It was useless! The thing snared Anika and ripped her clothing off. It threw Anika on the bed and then leapt on her. Anika felt the huge penis enter her dry vagina and a sharp pain at the side of her throat. The pain of the huge penis was nothing compared to the fiery pain of what must be the fangs in her throat. Anika was strong for a woman, but her strength was as nothing next to the strength of what Anika realized must be a vampire. Anika could but submit to the rape. The thing fucked her, deeper and deeper. The pain at the side of her throat intensified and Anika must soon pass out from the intense pain. However, the pain at the side of her throat ceased and there was only the thrusting of the huge penis inside her. Anika was too weak to even cry out. She felt, dimly, the thing climax inside her. It was not done! The penis slid out of her vagina and into her anus. Strangely, the pain was not bad as he violated her anus. In fact, it seemed as if strength began to return to Anika as the second rape continued. If she could find her purse and the tools it contained, she might yet escape! The vampire, if vampire it was, worked his huge penis in and out of Anika. His strength was demoniacal. Even as strength returned to Anika, she knew she would be helpless against the vampire without some sort of weapon. All she could do was endure the rape and wait for her chance. Finally, the vampire ejaculated deep within Anika. He thrust a few more times and then finished with a few animal grunts. He then slid out of Anika’s anus and hit Anika a blow on the side of her head. When Anika awoke, the room was empty, except for the altar, the bed and the torn remnants of Anika’s clothes. The furniture and the wall hangings were all gone, if they had ever existed in the first place. The floor to ceiling drapes were gone and only black painted windows remained. The floor was bare cement and filthy. Anika managed to gather her clothes and pin them into some semblance of coverage. Anika extracted from her purse the fancy lipstick case that was actually a deadly single shot weapon. Finally Anika wrapped the remnants of her badly torn coat around her and staggered to the door. The hall was empty and Anika made it to the elevator. The elevator took her down in a slow ride. Anika felt eyes on her the entire trip down. However, there was nothing she could do. Once on the ground floor, Anika staggered past doors cracked open with bone white faces leering at her. However, none of the things entered the hallway. Anika staggered down the hallway with wild laughter ringing in her ears. Anika stumbled out into the street. The driver’s door was open and there was no sign of the driver other than blood on the ground outside the driver’s door and a smashed radio unit. There was no point in looking for the driver, the only thing Anika could do was to fall into the car, start it and drive unsteadily down the street and home. The grim, gray streets provided the cover as Anika rolled the big car into the parking spot in her fancy apartment. Anika dared not be seen by the other residents, but there was nothing to do but stagger over to the elevator and punch the button for her floor. By sheer chance, no one was in the elevator or the hallway. Anika made it down the hallway and fumbled open her door. Once inside, Anika locked the door and then collapsed on the floor. Later, in a sort of mental fog, Anika cleaned herself up and went to bed. When Anika awoke, her information service had a few messages and the information that Anika had slept for a couple of days. She had missed appointments and would need to contact her clients. More importantly, Anika had an appointment in a few hours. She would need to cancel the appointment. However, Anika was ravenously hungry. Anika walked toward the kitchen and saw herself in the full-length mirror in the entry hall. A bone white face stared back. There were two small, sharp fangs inside her blood red mouth. Anika would need a meal. But the meal was not to be found in the kitchen. Anika called her appointment and confirmed. There was just enough time to clean up and dress before Anika went out to find her meal! Halloween Hooker The guy I've been dating briefly is going out with some buddies on Saturday, so I decided to attend a Halloween Costume party at a local bar that night. Deciding what to wear was the hard part. I have always had a sexual fantasy of dressing like a hooker, but it isn't something easily fulfilled... Halloween seems the perfect time to dress up and not raise any eyebrows. I really wanted to look the part so I bought a black latex skirt and a pair of crotchless fishnet hose. The skirt was shorter than I would normally wear, but for my costume it was perfect. I found a skimpy dark red halter-top that revealed my midriff and some gaudy hoop earrings and a necklace at the goodwill. I rented a long brunette wig from a costume store. The finishing touch came from a girlfriend who loaned me a pair of black boots. They came to just above my knee and flared slightly at the top. I spent two evenings at home walking in them, just to get used to the stiletto heels. My clothes lay on the bed, while I applied a liberal amount of base makeup. After pinning up my mass of blonde hair I bent over and positioned the brunette wig on my head. I flipped my head back and looked in the mirror, thinking I didn't look half bad as a brunette. The black latex skirt fit my hips like a glove and my full C cup breasts filled out the red halter-top nicely. The air caressed my pussy lips because of the crotchless fishnet stockings. The skirt was short but my ass wasn't hanging out so at least I wouldn't be arrested for indecent exposure. This was actually becoming fun. I could play the part of a hooker, fulfill my fantasy and everyone would think it was in the spirit of Halloween. I went back in the bathroom and finished my makeup. Using black eyeliner I accented my eyes and put on some fake eyelashes. Even though I was playing a hooker I didn't want to look too trashy. I took my time and placed a few rhinestone gems along my eyelids, going for the runway model, eccentric look. I accented my deep brown eyes with dark eye shadow; then used lip liner and a shade of red lipstick that matched the dark red halter-top. After I put the boots on, I stood in front of the full-length mirror to see how the costume looked. It really wasn't that bad. The classy approach on the makeup turned out pretty nice. The stiletto heels on the boots gave me an extra 5" of height. I felt confident while I moved and strutted around, in front of the mirror. Throwing a few things into a black patent leather clutch purse, I left for the bar in the city. There were no close parking spots; apparently a lot of people thought the costume party was a good idea. I found a spot in a parking lot, two blocks away. After locking my car I headed to the bar. I felt a little nervous because I was away from the well-lit main street. The dark storefronts that are normally busy during the day seemed menacing at night. When I got to the main street and turned onto that sidewalk. I felt safer. A few cars honked and a few guys shouted catcalls at me. I was very tempted to walk to the curb just to see if anyone solicited me for the night, but I continued walking to the bar instead. I know a few people that come to this bar, but decided I would not let them know my identity unless they figured it out. If no one figured out who I was, I could act like a hooker all night and not feel guilty the next time I saw them. People were standing inside the door; the place was packed. I paid the $5 cover charge that would help pay for the costume contest and entered. The bartender looked at me but I did not see any recognition in his eyes. Purposely I lowered my voice and spoke slower to order a Halloween drink concoction. "You look pretty hot. New to town?" "Yeah," I said in my fake voice. "There are a few guys here that may enjoy you." "Good, I hope it's a very lucrative night." Sauntering away, I knew he was watching me. I continued into the bar with drink in hand. A few women glared at me like I was a pariah, but for the most part everyone was laughing and having a great time. I didn't know some of them, but recognized a few people. The band played dance music so I went to the dance floor. A group of guys surrounded me, hooping and hollering while they made obscene gestures. I played along with them, dancing like a street hooker in all her glory. One of the guys approached me. "How much do you charge?" "Depends on what you want big boy?" "I want it all!" "That would cost you a hell of a lot." "I'll pay. I promise." "Yeah right, put your money where your mouth is." "He held out $50 and shoved it in the front of halter top." I walked off the dance floor into the men's bathroom. He followed me into a stall and closed the door. "For $50 bucks I will give you a blow job." "Awesome!" He unzipped his pants while I grabbed his cock in my hand. I sucked him hard and fast. "Oh shit, your suck good bitch!" He must have been 10 years my junior, so I knew he was young, dumb and full of cum. His cock was like a rock. I stroked him at the base with my hand while I sucked the top half with my mouth. My cheeks went concave from sucking so hard. He pulled it out and shook it for a moment. "Damn, slow down I want to enjoy this." "You paid, I provide. I don't work on a time clock." I grabbed his cock again and started sucking, stopping every now and then to stroke his male ego telling him what nice hard cock he had. "I wanna fuck you!" "That costs more." "I already paid you $50." "You got your blowjob too." "I didn't cum." "Tough shit, that's your choice. If you want to up the ante, it will cost you another $50." He struggled in his wallet to get more money and a condom. It was obvious he drank a little too much by the way he swayed now and then. He handed me another $50, which I shoved in my halter-top. I grabbed his condom and rolled it over his throbbing cock and turned to place my hands on the bathroom wall, straddling my legs around the filthy toilet. He pulled up my skirt to find my crotchless fishnets. "Damn, you really come prepared!" He drove his cock into me, taking my breath away. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this. He wouldn't remember it in the morning anyway, but he would probably wonder what happened to all his money. He grabbed my hips and fucked me hard, grunting and moaning the entire time. "For a hooker, you sure have a nice tight pussy." "I aim to please big boy. Oh baby your cock is so big," I cooed, to drive him nuts. He really did have a nice cock, and he fucked me hard, but I had to remain in character and not allow him to see that I was very excited with this experience. He grunted harder and louder right before he rammed his cock into me one last time. I felt him pulsing inside me, filling his condom. He almost passed out leaning over my back; it drained him in his drunken stupor. I straighten while his cock slid out; removed his condom and assisted him to pull up his pants. He tried to kiss me, but I stopped him. "I don't kiss my clients." "Oh come on, just one little kiss." "No, not unless you want to pay me another $100." "$100 for a kiss?!" "Yep." "Never mind, I think I'm broke already." Reaching to undo the lock on the stall I slid by him and left. I passed someone coming in who eyed me but didn't stop me. I went back to the dance floor where his buddies were. When he came out of the bathroom he looked like he was almost spent for the night and went to their table to sit down. He talked to someone at the table, so I looked away and continued to dance my little hooker dance for the costume party. His friend at the table came to the dance floor and slipped between people to get to me. "I hear you're a working girl." "Maybe, maybe not." This guy was closer to my age. I nodded my head toward their table. "He a friend of yours?" "Yeah, my little brother." "Oh, so you wanna fuck the same girl your little brother did?" He grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer. In his other hand he flipped open a leather wallet with a police badge in it, then flipped it closed again. "No, I think I would rather arrest you for stealing his money while he's drunk." Damn, I never thought of the ramifications of dressing up like a hooker, sneaking into the bathroom for a quickie and getting busted so easily. My heart was thumping in my throat, I stuttered slightly. "I'm not really a hooker, I'm just dressed up for the costume party." He reached inside my halter-top and withdrew the two $50's. "Then explain where the hell these came from." "I guess he wasn't as drunk as I thought he was." "What?" "Never mind. Can we talk this over?" "Sure, follow me." He held onto my wrist, I suppose to keep me from bolting. We went out the front door of the bar onto the sidewalk. He looked both ways and pulled me the opposite direction that I came when I arrived. He kept looking around before he finally turned into an alley and dragged me into the shadows. "What the hell are you doing?" "Shut up bitch!" "This isn't how cops arrest people. Besides you said you wanted to talk." "The only talking I'm gonna do with you, is when I tell you to bend over." "You can't do that." "I can and I will, or else I will have you hauled in for prostitution." "What are you saying?" "I think you know what I'm saying." "If I fuck you, you won't arrest me?" "Yep. It's your choice. Jail or fucking." "But I'm really not a hooker. I tried to tell you that." "What you did in there was prostitution, plain and simple." "You can have the $100, take it." "Too late for that." I tried to leave, but he grabbed me and shoved me against the brick wall. I screamed. He covered my mouth with his hand. Damn, what the hell did I get myself into. I was beginning to get scared now. He could rape me and leave me lying in the street. If they found me dressed like this it would be scandalous. I needed to think fast. I steeled myself and glared at him, trying to talk through his hand. He pulled it away. "Don't you dare scream again bitch or next time I will deck you!" "Ok, go ahead and fuck me, just get it over with." "That's more like it." He looked down the alley and pulled me further along, until he found a spot he liked. There was a wooden crate sitting beside the back door of a building, that he shoved me face first onto. My ass was fully exposed. He grabbed a condom out of his wallet and fumbled to put it on, hissing at me. "Never can be too careful with you hookers. I don't want some disease." "I told you I'm not a hooker." "I told you to shut up!" "You're what gives cops a bad name." "You want slapped, bitch!?" I shut my mouth and didn't say anything else. He grabbed my hands and pulled them behind my back to hold me in place. His fingers felt my pussy. "Damn, I think you kinda like this, you're soaked." He didn't mess around; he stood behind me and shoved his cock into my pussy hard and fast, then began pumping harder. "Fuck, you must be new, your pussy is tight as hell!" Grunting and perspiring he fucked me hard and fast while my body lay over the crate. His balls kept hitting my clit until I couldn't hold back any longer. I started to shake, then my body went into an all out orgasm. "Shit, you are gonna make me cum bitch. Your pussy is milking me! Fuck you for making me cum so fast! Arrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhh!" He unloaded inside me while his fingernails dug into my wrists at my lower back. After he finished he lay against me a brief moment then stood and removed the loaded condom; tossing it into the dark alley shadows. "I'm gonna walk back in there and you are gonna get the hell out of here. If I see you again I will haul your ass to jail. Do you hear me?" "Yes Sir." He staggered away and went back to the bar. I stood up and brushed the dirt off my clothes from the crate and heading out of the alley. I had fulfilled my slutty fantasy and then some. It was different talking money for sex, but at least I knew what it felt like now. Rounding the corner I had the two dark blocks to cover before I got to the safety of my car. The hair on my neck stood up, damn it was creepy along the side street. Just my luck, two real cops in full uniform were walking directly toward me. I should have felt safe but in my outfit I knew better. I cut across the street to avoid them but they followed me. They didn't tell me to stop so I kept walking, but I could tell they were making headway. I prayed that I could get to my car soon. I saw it in the distance. When I got to it I realized I had left my purse in the bar. My keys were in my purse. Banging my hand on the trunk I screamed inwardly. "Is something wrong here?" "No, I was just on my way home and left my purse in the bar. My keys are in it." "Hummm, ok, so this is your car?" "Yeah." He radioed the license number in and asked me my name. I told him and we both heard the dispatcher say that the car was registered in my name. "Sounds like she is telling us the truth after all." "May I go back and get my purse now?" "Sure, just be careful out here dressed like that. A person never knows." "Thanks." I walked back to the bar to get my purse when I saw the undercover cop. I hid in the hall leading to the restroom. He walked that direction so I ducked into the ladies room, panting, wondering what I was going to do. I heard laughter through a heating grate in the wall and listened. "Oh shit man, you should have seen her face she really believed I was a cop. It was funny as hell, but I have to say she had one hot fuckin pussy." I went from scared to pissed in two seconds. That son-of-a-bitch, I thought. I walked out of the bathroom determined to have a great time with my newfound knowledge. I listened until I heard them leave then made my exit. I found my purse, then the dance floor. I was kicking up our heels when the make believe cop approached me. "Didn't I tell you not to come back in here," he hissed. "Yeah well, tough shit asshole, I'm here and I'm staying." He grabbed my arm, "I warned you." "You're a lying sack of shit. I know you aren't a real cop." "Really, and what makes you think that?" "The fact that I overheard you telling your friend. If you don't let go of my arm I will go find you're cum filled condom in the alley and have you arrested. Now leave me the fuck alone." He turned and left me. After I had said my mind, I excused myself from the dance floor and headed back to my car. When I got closer I saw a police cruiser, close by, in the shadows. An unknown fear filled me but I pushed it aside since I had encountered them earlier and it was cool. I got in my car, started it and left. The cruiser followed me. I watched my speed closely so I didn't give them a reason to pull me over. When I got out of the city, and their jurisdiction, they continued to follow me. I turned down a private lane to head home and the police lights came on behind me. Shit, what did I do to cause this? I pulled over and waited. The same officer walked up to my door. "Please step out of the car." "What did I do wrong?" "Please step out of the car." I turned off the car and got out. He grabbed me, "You need to come back to the cruiser." "Yes Sir." I walked with him to the cruiser. He motioned to his partner, who turned the lights off, then the cruiser. In the dark of night, on a back road, no lights, no motors running, I was definitely afraid. "What are you doing?" He came right up to my face. "You aren't a prostitute are you?" "No, I was dressed up for the costume party at the bar." "Why did you dress like a prostitute?" "I thought it would be fun." "You think being a sexual object is fun?" "Why did you pull me over?" His partner got out, then another one got out of the back seat and yet a third stepped out of the other side. There were four of them now. "What is going on here?" "We warned you about being out here dressed like this." "But it was a costume party, nothing more." "Perhaps you should have considered a different outfit." "I'm sorry Sir." "Sorry doesn't cut it. Only a slut at heart would consider wearing what you did tonight. We are going to teach you what a real slut feels like." The other three officers walked toward us. The one speaking to me was the oldest, perhaps close to 50. I couldn't be sure but I knew he was older. The moon was the only light, but my eyes had adjusted enough to see the intent in their eyes. They were going to use me. What a horrible irony. Earlier I thought a cop had done this same thing, only to find out he was a fake. Now I was faced with the real thing. He pulled the handcuffs from his belt and slapped one end onto my wrist. I stood there not sure what to do. I couldn't run and I couldn't scream, it wouldn't have mattered. Instead I decided to make the most of the situation. I didn't think they would hurt me, but I prayed I wasn't wrong. I looked down at the cuff on my wrist. "So you like bondage, eh?" "Yeah, I do little girl. What do you know about bondage?" "Enough." He grabbed my halter-top and ripped it from my body, throwing it on the road. I gasped and covered my breasts with my other arm. "You asshole, why did you do that?" He laughed, "Because I can. What are you gonna do, call the cops?" His partner walked up to me and twisted my arm behind my back. His other hand grabbed my tits and squeezed them. "Damn, she has nice tits." Another of the cops walked up and began sucking on my nipples. "Does that remind you of your Mommy, little boy?" He stood up and slapped me hard. "Shut up bitch." The older officer spoke up, "I like the mouthy ones, bringin em back down to size." He shoved a rag into my mouth and stood back laughing. The other cop began sucking and biting my nipples again while the one behind me grabbed my ass and worked his hand between my legs, spreading them apart. It was hard to keep my balance in the stiletto boots so I spread them to keep from falling. "You boys can have her, I'll keep watch and man the radio," the older man said. One by one they grabbed me and dissembled my costume. They ripped the wig off. One of them picked me up, while I kicked and trying to scream through the rag. The other two pulled my boots off. My blonde hair fell down on my shoulders in the process. All that existed of my costume were the crotchless fishnet stockings and my fake eyelashes. They ripped the gaudy necklace from me but didn't touch the earrings. "Damn, she's pretty strong for a little thing," one laughed. The one holding me pushed me down on the hood of the cruiser. My face felt the remaining heat of the engine underneath. He pulled both wrists behind me and finished the process of cuffing my wrists together. Grabbing the chain in the middle he pulled back till my ass was in the air. I heard zippers and pants dropping simultaneously. One by one they fucked me, rotating to give each other breaks. They used me hard, my pussy ached. The older cop stood and watched with lust in his eyes. Occasionally he answered radio checks stating locations in town that they were supposedly at, but really weren't. I lost track of time but knew that at least an hour or so had to have passed. My pussy was on fire, but I was still excited for some reason. Another of my fantasies has been a rape scenario, but I always thought it would be a more controlled situation. This was the real thing. They had each cum and recovered to continue fucking me. Thank goodness their cum lubricated my sore pussy. I didn't have an orgasm, but my body twitched and shook from desire, like I was riding on the edge. I really wanted to cum but for some reason I couldn't. They each came inside me again and slowly started to drift away. One of them took the radio from the older cop, who walked toward me. Halloween Hooker "Have you learned a lesson tonight little girl?" Under the rag I murmured, "Yes Sir." "Good girl." His hand came out of nowhere and landed hard on my ass. He repeated spanked me hard, hard and harder until I had tears streaming down my face. Each time he hit my ass my body jumped and recoiled. He held the cuffs that were beginning to cut into my wrists to pull me to stand up. I stood and felt my legs start to buckle under me. He caught me and carried me to the trunk and sat me there. He smoothed the blonde hair away from my face in a soft manner while he looked at me. "I'm going to remove the cuffs now. Don't make me regret it." "Yes Sir," I whimpered softly, "Thank you." "You're welcome." After the cuffs were removed he rubbed my wrists and examined them. He reached down and unfastened his pants, dropping them where he stood. Pulling my ass to the edge of the trunk he pushed his cock against my sore swollen pussy. My boys really fucked you hard tonight. The up side is the fact that your pussy is so swollen it will be nice and tight now. With a quick upper thrust he drove into me making me scream out. He fucked me slow and steady, longer than I thought he could without cumming. My body twitched, my pussy ached and I felt exhausted. He pulled out of my pussy and pressed at my ass. "No please, I have never had anal sex!" "Good, that means I will be the first in your virgin ass." He worked slowly, almost lovingly, at my ass with his cock. Finally the head popped in. "Oh fuck, that hurt!" "Shhh, it gets better little girl. Relax for Daddy." I tried to relax. He leaned forward and sucked my nipple and part of my breast into his mouth. It helped me relax. He pushed slowly once the initial pain subsided until his cock was buried in my ass. He ground into me until I was panting uncontrollably. "Oh shit, I'm gonna cum Sir!" "Cum little girl, cum for Daddy." My body shuddered and tensed, "OH FUCK DADDY!" My scream echoed on the quiet night air. He began to fuck my ass, in and out slowly then faster until he was fucking me really hard. The feeling was amazing, it hurt but it felt good at the same time. He groaned. It was his only sound of emotion. Quietly he started to cum. I knew because I felt the pulsing of his cock in my ass and his hot jism shooting inside me. He pulled out and used the rag from my mouth to wipe off his cock, then tossed it to the ground. Grabbing me at the waist he pulled me from the trunk and held me in his arms. He had the other officers collect my belongings and put them in the back seat of my car. He carried me in his arms to the driver side door of my car, then lowered me to stand. "You can go now. We have no reason to detain you." I got in my car, shaking. Reaching for the keys I turned the ignition and put it in drive. My headlines were bright as I pulled away and drove the remainder of the way down the private road my house was on. They had obviously checked me out and knew that no one would come down the road to bother them. Cum dripped from my sore, swollen pussy while I drove. I looked in the rearview mirror to see the cruiser turning around and heading the other direction. So much for just fulfilling my fantasy of dressing like a hooker; tonight fulfilled more than one fantasy. I was raped and then gang banged by men in uniform as well. I had my first anal sex and felt the Daddy/little girl presence. I was exhausted, sore and satisfied. I got to my house and grabbed my things from the backseat. I tossed them on the bed when I got inside then went directly to the shower. I cleaned their scents from my body, as well as the excess makeup I wore with my costume. After I finished I returned to the bedroom. Folding the skirt to put in a drawer, I thought maybe I should consider a different outfit next year. Then again, I could wear it again and see what other fantasies I might fulfill. I made a mental note to call the police station and ask for Officer Smith if I ever hear any strange sounds outside my window. Running my hand over my sore ass I smiled to myself remembering the spanking he gave me. I'm sure Officer Daddy Smith will do whatever it takes to serve and protect me like a good police officer. Halloween hooker did have a ring to it; I was the trick tonight and I got my treats. With any luck at all he would come back to trick or treat me. Halloween Hooking Dear Jocelyn, It was just supposed to be a unique costume. That is what we intended when we came up with the idea. First, I should give you some background. My name is Tasha and I live in Detroit. I'm a junior in college and I also work on weekends at the local mall. My friend Paula and I hand plans to attend the Halloween festivities that would take place in the city on Saturday night. It was Friday night when we decided that we had better come up with a costume for the next night. We actually were under the false impression that we could rent something the day before the biggest party of the year. After the third costume shop the frustration really set in. Paula and I aren't exactly what you'd call skinny. We are tall in stature, but I think it would be accurate to call us "pleasingly plump" On top of that, we are both quite large in the breast and butt department. I for one, have always had difficult finding clothes that fill well, especially blouses. I tend to just where sweatshirts and loose fitting jeans. Paula on the other hand, is a bit more adventurous, and has been known to wear clothes that are cut low and fit tight. It was walking out of that last shop, where Paula came up with the absurd idea. "Let's go as hookers," she said matter of factly. "What?" I responded. "Let's save all this trouble and money and just go as hookers tomorrow night. What can it hurt? After all, it won't cost much, and we can have fun with it too. If you need clothes, I have some short skirts and low-cut blouses you can borrow." I thought about if for a second or two. It was unusual, but what the hell, why not. Who wants to spend all night searching for a costume that would probably set me back a hundred dollars or so. "Okay, sounds easy to me" I said nonchalantly. Little did I realize how "easy" would be the operative word the following night. The next night arrived, and I found myself over at Paula's trying on some of her most provocative outfits. After every change of skirt and blouse, she was there to hand my another drink of some concoction her brother suggested. It tasted like strawberries and went down way too smooth. Before I knew it, we were giggling and walking around in just bras and panties mostly. I noticed that like myself, Paula had huge breasts and an ample ass. I caught her taking more than a casual glance at my almost naked body too. She had never seen my like this. Usually, I'm pretty well covered since it is difficult to find proper fitting attire, and my job in retail calls for a professional appearance. By the time we had our last drink and made it to the front door, I couldn't believe my eyes. In my buzzed state, Paula had talked me into a leather skirt, garter with hose, and the biggest pair of four inch slut heels you can imagine. The shirt she gave me fit so tight, that my breasts almost spilled out the top. Paula looked equally as loose, only to outdo me with heavy makeup, teased hair, and some bright orange getup that emphasized her large shape even more than usual. We got downtown and the place was wild. The city had outdone themselves in terms of turnout. And the costumes ranged from the outrageous, to the super expensive. As we walked through the crowd I felt more than one hand squeeze at my large ass. We were pretty drunk by this time, so Paula began to get in character. "If your gonna cop a feel, you gotta pay boys" she told on of the touchy men. "How much?" "A buck to grab her ass, two dollars for a kiss" she said. I began to smile, thinking this was all a joke. Before I knew it, three guys started to dig in their wallets. The first one handed my five bucks and proceeded to pull me in his arms. Before I knew what hit me, he began to kiss me while reaching around to massage my ass through my skirt. "Thanks" he said with a sly smile of contentment. I smiled back and turned to talk to Paula. When I did I realized I was gonna have to wait. She was making out with the guys friend, opening her mouth to receive his tongue, and getting her ass felt up to. When they reluctantly broke their hold, she stuffed the money he gave her in her bra. "What are you standing around for girl, somebody is waiting" she exclaimed. I then had five dollars placed in my hand, and was kissed by the third guy who decided he needed some tongue too. And boy did he get his moneys worth. "Thank you ladies" the guys said as they walked away. This was fun. I kissed a couple of handsome guys, and got nearly ten bucks for just kidding around. That was more than I make an hour at my job where I have to deal with fussy shoppers. Paula thought it was pretty cool too. As a matter of fact, she thought it was so cool that we proceeded to do it the rest of the night. Paula decided that we would tell guys what we came as, and charge our "john's" accordingly. And to make matters better, we decided to hit a few bars in between. It was there where Paula decided we could charge for drinks instead of money. By the end of the night we were pretty smashed. And then Paula reached in her bra and pulled out her money. She had over one hundred and seventy-five dollars! I hadn't realized that I had accumulated even twenty dollars more. Shit! We were just kidding around and ended up making a good amount of money just acting silly. In the process we also got pretty horny. "Some guy reached under my skirt and felt my pussy" Paula whispered as we walked out of the last bar. "I was going to charge him more, but it felt so good." I laughed as I clung to her shoulder. I didn't say anything, but a few of the guys took liberties with me too. More than one of them squeezed my tits or rubbed their hands up and down my legs. One guy even slipped his business card in my panties and said I wouldn't be disappointed if I called. We decided the best thing to do was to take a cab back to her apartment. On the way to the highway, we passed the new condominiums they are building in town. We stood on the corner and watched the cabs whiz by filled with overgrown bunny rabbits, Uncle Sam impersonators, and girls dressed as their favorite music stars. It started to get a bit late, and we were really ready to get out of the chilly air. "So what do we have here?" a voice called from behind. "Us?, Oh we're hookers" I said casually. "Yea, we're whores, wanna party?" Paula said as she grabbed me, trying to avoid falling down as we both laughed hard. "Well actually, we are already having a party inside. And there is no way you two are going to get a cab standing here. Come inside and we can call one for you." We turned to where he was pointing, and noticed three good looking guys waving from the second floor window. Paula squeezed my arm. "Sure." she said, as a wild smile cut across her red face. I wasn't sure what we were thinking, going to a strangers place. But the night and the alcohol made me braver than I would normally be. "By the way, I'm Trevor" our new friend said as he opened the door for us. I had never been in these new buildings, as they were recently completed not more than two months ago. The lobby was beautiful and the prices were obviously not for the middle class. Once we got in the condo itself, I was even more impressed. This guy either had a tasteful girlfriend, or a well paid interior designer. "Ladies, this is Ryan, Mark, and Brett." The guys shook our hands, as Ryan and Mark looked at us, then Trevor, then each other; smiling the entire time. "Well guys, I'm Paula and this is Tasha, were hookers." She said again, just giggling away. Trevor explained that Mark had seen us on the corner and thought they might want to invite us up for the party. Ryan proceeded to hand us each a glass of wine and offer us a seat. Brett sat in a leather chair quietly nursing a drink. Trevor then asked us how we did that night. Paula explained that we made nearly a couple of hundred dollars each from kissing guys, and letting them cop the occasional feel when they paid more. "You must have kissed a lot of frogs" Mark joked as we all had a good laugh. "But now I see some handsome princes" Paula retorted. "Hmmmm" went Ryan. "I think we have some singles around here, don't we guys?" And just like that, the guys started reaching for their wallets. I have been a good number of dates as I meet lots of guys on my job. But most, who am I kidding, all of them; weren't nearly as handsome as these guys. Paula looked in my eyes like a cat in heat. These were the kind of guys who dated actresses and wanna be model types. I doubt they ever had sex with women our size. I didn't know what to say or think. I just felt myself getting very warm. I remembered that we still hadn't called that cab yet. "So how much was that for a kiss" Mark asked "One dollar." I said boldly. He handed me a dollar and put his lips on mine in no time. He sure knew how to work his mouth. Paula was beside me kissing on the equally aggressive Ryan. When we were done with those two, Trevor paid to feel our asses next. The two of us had a giggle, and the guys told us to have a seat while they refilled our wineglasses. "Brett my man, your being awfully quiet over there....come over and get to know the girls" Trevor said as he waved the one shy guy over to the couch. Brett slowly walked over blushing more with each step. Paula took a sip from her glass and said "So what can we do for you big boy?" "How much for oral?" he said confidently as he looked straight into my eyes. Suddenly the room had a sexually charged atmosphere. "She'll do that for free" Paula said, "She likes to suck dick" "Nah," Brett responded, "I want it to be good" As he said this he pulled out five dollars from his pocket. He then proceeded to unzip his pants, and pulled out a beautiful, veiny prick. Without so much as a thought, I leaned forward and sucked it into my willing mouth. I eased down from the couch and got on my knees while looking into his eyes. He brought his hand to the side of my head and guided me up and down his big dick. I started moving my head up and down faster on that fat cock. Mark was beside him in a flash. "Here's twenty, but I want you to swallow" Here I was, on my hands and knees, going back on two cocks like some kind of crack whore. What had started off as a joke, was turning into some serious sex. Paula grabbed Trevor's dick in her hand and Ryan was on her tits before you could say Boo! "Look at these fuckin' jugs" Ryan yelled as he pulled Paula's shirt up. Her bra was off in a flash, and tits flopped and jiggle as tossed her bra to the side. I was working the two dicks fast and furious by now. And then I leaned under Brett and began to lick his balls. "Fuck that feels good" he said. "I gotta get some pussy too." He backed off, discarded the rest of his clothes, and grabbed his wallet from his jeans" "Here's fifty dollars, I'm gonna fuck your brains out" Brett pushed me to the floor as Mark pulled my bra and top off. I lifted my ass off the thick carpet to allow access to my skirt's zipper. The leather was so tight and my thighs were to big that Brett had a hard time pulling it over my butt and legs. And with each pull my body would move and turn. "I've never screwed a girl this big before" Brett exclaimed as he took in the sight of my wiggling flesh. " I can't wait" I heard one of the guys say excitedly as he finally got my skirt over my ankles. I was so wet that I pulled my thong to the side, and spread my meaty legs for Brett's big dick. When I looked over at Paula, I saw the guys had her doggie style on the couch, with Trevor eating her hairy muff from behind and Ryan screaming, as he came inside her hungry mouth. We had passed ourselves off as hookers, and now we were behaving like it. We totally disgraced ourselves, as we let each of the guys take turns fucking us, and sucking their dicks to completion. I can't count the number of times I came, and Paula seemingly announced an orgasm every two minutes or so. When were all fucked out, and exhausted, we thought it might be time to get that cab we had intended to when we first came up. The guys got our phone numbers, called a cab, and handed us our purses as Trevor walked us downstairs. "That was incredible girls. And worth every penny" Trevor said as he wished us goodnight and opened the cab door for us. "So how did you girls do on Halloween anyway?" the cabbie said. He actually thought we were hookers. "My best night next to New Years" "We did well" Paula said. "Real well" "Glad to hear it, we folks in the service industry gotta make a living ya know" the grizzled old man said. I guess I should have felt like a slut. After all, I went out, got drunk, went to some guys place we didn't know, and proceed to suck and fuck four total strangers. And on top of it I got paid for my actions. These guys were never gonna call us, they had girlfriends, maybe even fiancés. And all the guys that kissed us and felt us up. What were we thinking? But I knew Paula enjoyed every minute of it. I caught a view of myself in the drivers window.... hair out of place, make-up running, and my clothes frazzles. And I was squeezing my legs to keep the cum from ruining the cloth seats I sat on. I had no guilt. It was the best sex I had ever had, and would do it again in a heartbeat. And best of all, I lived up to my costume.