1 comments/ 42593 views/ 5 favorites The Halloween Tease By: kinpatsu Authors note: This story is about teasing, but it's also about relinquishing control and giving another person the responsibility for your own pleasure. It's about respecting another completely and absolute trust. It is NOT about control, or pain, or humiliation. I am not part of the BSDM community and I make no claims that this is how things happen within that community, nor do I advocate for or against what I have attempted to relate. It's just a fantasy vision that came into my head that illustrated a concept of teasing and release. It starts slow, and builds. It is mostly cake. If you wish for the icing only, skip to the last few pages. Either way thanks for reading and enjoy! ~Douglas/Kinpatsu * Darkness etched by the flashing lights of police vehicles and mixed with neon and flashing strobes framed the night on Commerce street. Formerly and industrial zone, the local neighborhood was slowly evolving into a trendy residential area. It still maintained enough unoccupied hulks and dark alleys to imply an industrial feel, but many of the building's upper levels were filled with expensive loft apartments. The ground floors of most comprised a mixture of art galleries and thrift stores that indicated the last phase of coolness before gentrification. A few more years and the artists would leave and only the idle rich would remain. But it was Halloween and nobody was worried about the future. Six streets over from where Corbett avenue crossed Commerce was 32nd street roundabout. Nobody remembered the cross street usually, and simply referred to it as Five Corners because a third street converged there at an oblique angle. On Halloween all five directions were closed, obstructed with barriers of orange and white topped with glowing industrial pumpkins, guarded by not-so-vigilant police officers. All the street lights were turned off for the occasion and crowds filled the open spaces like an amoebic creature, sensually thrusting its limbs in and out of the various clubs and galleries on the periphery. But it was Halloween, and the crowd danced. In every direction the sea of people had discarded their normal attire and donned the visage of the unusual and the bizarre. Here was a pirate, there a witch. A mouse, a cat, a shambling garbage can with eyes. Two tall women dressed entirely in feathers and sequins, atop shoes with heals of improbable length. All of them mingling, drinking, joking, dancing and laughing. Small circles opened up around street performers of various kinds, also in costume. A fire eater, a magician, a Dixieland band of small proportion and ghoulish design. It was Halloween, and the party at five corners was the place to be. Through all the madness and chaos, Nikki walked confident in her combat boots and leather mini-skirt. For her these garments were fairly normal, though they fit in quite nicely with the crowd this evening. To this she had added a brilliant white t-shirt, torn in interesting places to reveal much of her creamy white skin. That skin, which was so pale as to seem transparent to many observers, was tonight blackened across her face and arms with mystical jagged lines and occult patterns. She had scavenged them out of a silly book from Breanna's collection of witchcraft nonsense. Her hair, naturally a wispy colorless cloud, was dyed jet black and allowed to float freely about her head uncombed. Around her eyes the sockets were ruddy with blush. It was Halloween, and Nikki had a task. One of the traditions of the Halloween party at Five corners was trick-or-treating at the various galleries and the four clubs. Party goers would filter in with a hearty "Trick or Treat!" and leave with a small sweet, or in some cases a quick sip of an exotic beer or beverage. As the tradition continued, it became a matter of some competition between the proprietors to have the most unique treats. This year, Nikki was one of the treats. She found her way into the art gallery through a push of early crowds and crepe clothing only good for one time use. The door was a double winged affair with many antique glass squares that distorted vision past comprehension and highly polished brass hardware. It almost seemed like the portal to the cathedral of an alien and baroque religion, designed for other eyes and other sensibilities. Inside the singular door was an eclectic collection of bronze and terra cotta castings of highly realistic human forms. Many of them were life sized, and most of them were nude. The resident artist was a very talented sculptor. Andrea met her at the door in a slinky pink fairy dress and tiara, complete with sparkly wand. The wand itself was suspiciously shaped, as only Andrea could sculpt, into something not quite phallic but which suggested a penis nonetheless. "You're a little bit late Nikki," she admonished light heartedly glancing up to an old-fashioned mantle clock on a shelf, "but we've only had a couple customers yet." "I'm sorry," she replied in muck sullenness. "I'll be good now." "You had better be. I expect a big turnout tonight." Andrea backed up into the gallery, exposing the tableau where Nikki would be the centerpiece. "Wow. It's even more beautiful than your sketch!" "Yes," Andrea tut-tutted in response to the praise. "It really came out nicely." As Nikki knew the tableau was constructed mostly of grayish white terra cotta, cast in Andrea's workshop into the various panels and props that composed the little scene. All of it was painted quite lifelike where necessary, except where the natural texture of the terra cotta was appropriate. The back wall included three tall panels cast like stacked stone walls, but broken around the top as if some tragedy had rent a medieval cottage in storm or wrack. It included a window of actual wood and ancient glass, and several shelves. The floor was of similar stone fashion, with faux mystical signs engraved or painted over it and drops of red paint implying the blood of unknown sacrifice. It stood some ten inches off the floor, and in it's center a small alter protruded perhaps ten inches more. In the corner a crude broom made of a rough stick and twigs tied with coarse string was leaning comfortably. A small black cauldron about the size of a soccer ball rested nearby, also made of the terra cotta, and a small pillow made of burlap lay at the foot of the dais. All it lacked was a witch to make it complete. "Are you ready?" Andrea asked her friend. "Yes Mistress," Nikki replied with something resembling a curtsy. "May I change in the back?" "Of course, but don't wast time. It's late!" Nodding her dismissal, Nikki disappeared into the dark back room while Andrea tapped her wand gently against her hand. Everything was ready, only requiring the centerpiece of the stage to take her place. Andrea was slightly nervous about the reaction to her display, but equally proud of the way it turned out. This would be grand evening if everything went as planned! It only took Nikki a pair of minutes to change, for when she reappeared she wore nothing at all. Naked she strode up to the tableau, and the black mystical marks that graced her face continued down over her body in twists and arabesque coils. Almost as the vines off some hoary old tree they curled around her small left breast and nipple, then disappeared under the right and onto her back. When it reappeared across her left buttock it continued down her left leg dissolving into a flight of raven birds around her ankle. "I'm sorry. It got a little smudged on the way over." "Naught girl. I guess we'll just have to fix that." From somewhere behind the tableau Andrea produced a tiny container of black and a small paintbrush. "Now stand still, and I'll touch up that part." Smudges were apparent on several parts of Nikki's body, particularly where any clothing had rubbed. At the waist where the miniskirt's elastic had tightened, nearly all of the body paint was rubbed away. A few quick feather touches from the paintbrush and that was repaired, though Nikki drew in a soft breath of air as the damp brush touched her skin. Next a detailed portion of her buttock was mangled, but it too succumbed to a quick dance of Andrea's talented hand. Nikki closed her eyes and her mouth hung open with a breathless anxiety, her face flushed. A thin shiver coursed through her like a breeze and made her hair stand even more on end than it was designed. Finally Andrea reached the nipple, which had been greatly disturbed by the t-shirt Nikki had worn bralessly. "You little minx, you did this on purpose." "Oh no, Mistress! I didn't." "Well, no time for punishment now. This will all have to be redone." With a deft sweep of a damp cloth, Andrea removed what was left of the body paint from Nikki's left breast, leaving a clear slate for her artwork. "Now don't wiggle. This is delicate work." Her eyes closed and her mouth still open, Nikki breathed in shallow pants while Andrea worked her artistic magic. First several long strokes like sumi-e surrounded her breast in branches, feeling cold in the wetness of the paint. Involuntarily Nikki produced gooseflesh over her whole body and her nipple engorged and hardened. Then six quick splashes of the paintbrush produced six black leaves among the branches, cupping the lower cleavage like mother nature's bra. Nikki was small, and firm enough through the bust that a bra wasn't usually necessary. Through the transparent nature of her skin a rosy blush was showing in her cheeks as well as her breasts. Her breath became ragged, and even shallower. Next Andrea deftly and with few strokes painted a ring of small raven figures around the areola, circling and fighting as if over some delicacy or treasure. The breath of the paint bristles so close to her nipple was an agony for Nikki, but she held still stoically as she was instructed. Her heart pounded and her mouth watered. With a final flourish of twisting motion Andrea finished her art by rounding the raspberry nipple in a stylized sunburst, delicately applying the paint in small curls and intricate strokes. It was done, just as tiny beads of sweet sweat began to break out on Nikki's forehead. "There. That'll do." Andrea studied her work with a critical eye, walking around her subject to see it's effect. Satisfied she set down her tools and gently, teasingly, almost ethereally, came up behind and circled her arms around Nikki. Cupping the unpainted breast in her hand and allowing the other to wander down over the freshly bared lips of Nikki's pussy she exclaimed "You're a dirty girl, aren't you? You're all wet." "Oh no!" "Oh yes," Andrea chastised mildly, kissing her gently behind the ear. "But no time for that now. Take your place on the stage, Dear." "Yes Ma'am," Nikki answered docile, but disappointed. She stepped up onto the tableau and took her place on the alter. Striking a pose, she thrust her right knee forward and stood back on her left. Placing her left hand on her hip, she picked up the little treat-filled cauldron with her right and smiled. "Like this?" "Just as you practiced, my dear. That's very good." Andrea looked around with a hint of frustration until she located her wand. Retrieving it, she knelt on the burlap pillow in front of the dais and took one of the treats from the cauldron. "Are you ready Sweetie?" "Uh-huh," was her breathless reply, as her eyes got large and round. From the cauldron in Nikki's hand Andrea removed one of the hand made hard candy treats. In form they were much like an old fashioned dumbbell; a slender rod of hard sugar about three inches long with marble sized rounds of the same candy at each end. There were various colors and flavors, from sour grape to berry. The one Andrea picked at random was tart apple. "Relax, my dear. Here it comes." Gently as if she were feeding a small animal, she touched the end of the dumbbell to the damp lips of Nikki's pussy and watched her shiver. Her pussy was slippery and ready, and the ball of candy slid up and down the outer labia spreading the liquid sex around. Nikki moaned, but stood firm and unmoving under the titillating touches. Finally, her teasing done, she pressed half of the treat up inside and released it. The candy hung there, retained by muscular talent and desire, and Nikki moved the cauldron in front of her mons veneris to hide the fact from the soon to be open door. "There. Is that okay?" Nikki shivered again and nodded. "Yes mistress... but... I'm very horny!" Andrea smiled and stroked the design on her cheek gently. "Yes, I'm sure you are. But you'll have to wait for your treat. It's going to be a long night." "Ye... Yes Mistress..." Nikki was breathing shallow and hard, and she licked her lips. "I'll be good." Looking around once more to make sure everything was in place, Andrea opened the door and hung out a wooden board with a sign painted on it in a medieval script. "Knock for Treats" the sign advertised, in large mystic red letters. They seemed to drip with blood, and the sign was hung on a hook in the shape of a dagger implanted into the door. "Now we wait!" she exclaimed. Quivering with desire, Nikki counted out the seconds of the longest three minutes of her life. Every nerve in her body was electrified, until she felt as if she must glow like a neon sign. It was hard to stand still. Even harder to endure the calm intense observation her mistress was affording her from a comfortable chair by the door, sure to comment on any fidgeting she might do. Inside her pussy the candy wiggled slightly with every breath she took, and with every wiggle another sensation of delight rolled out through her body like thunder. Her breasts ached, her knees shook. Her hand on her hip started to wander over her skin. "Did I tell you you could move?" "N-no," Nikki breathed out in a whispered violence, punctuated by a knock on the door. "Hmmm. Customers," Andrea mouthed quietly while rising from her chair. Her eyes narrowed, and a silky smile graced her lips. She opened the door slowly, almost sexily, and stood there in her pink fairy dress filling the threshold. A young couple was revealed there, he in a fuzzy teddy bear outfit resembling cookie monster, and she in a fairly typical Arabian dancing girl costume with brass chains and bells over silk. "Trick or Treat.... Oh WOW!" they broke out as they caught a full view of Andrea's dress. Lighted from the rear by the lights of the gallery it became translucent, clinging tightly to her bosom and waist before draping across her thighs in a random half finished cut. It fastened on the left shoulder only, and was constructed almost entirely of a two-layer combination of white lace over a stretchy pink sheer fabric. It left little to the imagination. "Come on in and get your treat!" she said brightly, stepping aside to reveal the tableau. Seeing Nikki for the first time as they stepped into the gallery they both put on faces of shock and delight. "What did I tell you about this place?" the girl told him, and reached up to close his mouth. It was hanging open in the breeze. "Are you going to go get your treat or not?" "I thought you were joking!" he said as he stepped up to the alter, visibly uncertain. He tried to reach into the cauldron, but Nikki moved it away out of his reach. Due to the fact that she was standing rather above his level, suddenly the guy was face to nipple with what was increasingly and obviously a very naked girl. "Only the goddess can reach into the cauldron, silly boy." There was laughter in Andrea's voice, but also a hint of warning. "You take your treat from the mouth of the goddess." The guy in the bear suit so prompted looked up at Nikki's face, but it was impartial and unhelpful. "There's no treat there!" "Is he always this dense?" Andrea asked the girl in the dancing costume. "Sometimes, yeah," the girl replied, and brushed the guy off the tableau with a wave of her hand. "I'll take the first one." Kneeling down in front of the alter on the little pillow brought her face down to the proper level, while her boyfriend simply gawked at the scene speechless. "May I take my treat?" she asked Nikki quietly. Face still impassive, she nodded without speaking. Her body was tight like a bowstring and a sheen of the sweat of anticipation made her glow. Slowly, as if she were taking a small animal from it's nest, the girl in the Arabian dancing girl costume leaned forward. Nikki's lips were covered in a damp glycerine sheen that made her pussy look oiled, and the end of the candy sticking out slowly nodded up and down. The girl's tongue slipped out of her lips and caressed the outer ball of the candy up and around like a fancy lollipop, pulling it gently towards her mouth without removing it from it's sweet containment. Nikki shivered and gently bit her lip trying not to move. Breathing hot breath on her skin, the girl once more leaned towards Nikki's sex- this time taking the whole end of the candy dumbbell into her mouth. Her lips contacted pussy-lips in a feather touch, and both girls drew in sharp ecstatic breaths. With a slow, agonizing pull she removed the whole candy from Nikki's vagina with a soundless pop, drawing its wet outer end upwards over her clitoris before releasing all contact between them. "Hmmm," she said sucking the treat fully into her mouth and savoring its tart-sweet apple flavor. "That's the best treat I've had all night," she added around the mouth full. While the two trick-or-treaters watched, Nikki removed a second treat from the cauldron and with a glance over to Andrea almost as if for permission she inserted it between the lips of her pussy. Andrea almost, but not quite frowned, as Nikki moved the ball end of the candy up and down the lips slightly in the process. "Are you ready for your treat now?" Andrea asked the guy, deviously in voice and manner. "Holy shit..." the guy muttered. Beads of sweat broke out on his brow as he awkwardly knelt down on the burlap pillow. He glanced aside at his girl almost as if for permission. The dancing girl giggled in obvious amusement and nodded. Slowly, and rather too deliberately the guy leaned forward to take the candy. Almost without thinking he raised his hand and made as if to touch Nikki's outer thigh. More as a way of stabilizing himself than anything else, but with intent none the less. "Do not touch the Goddess," Andrea warned, but not in an unkindly voice. The man in the teddy bear costume dropped his hand almost as if burned, but he managed to pluck the candy from Nikki's vagina quickly with his lips. He stood and stepped back unsteadily off the tableau, the candy hanging from his mouth like a forgotten cigarette. "You're a coward, you know that?" the dancing girl laughed. She took him by the elbow. "Come on! Maybe what you need is a little more practice." The two of them headed towards the door, but the girl glanced backwards and blew Andrea a sly kiss. She caught it, and licked it off her lips. The two were barely distorted shadows through the door's glass retreating into the party before a second knock interrupted Andrea in the process of inserting another of the evil little candies. Andrea made two long steps to the door, the slit in her fairy dress revealing quite a lot of bare thigh, and opened it with painful slowness. "Trick or Treat!" a girl said brightly, and stepped inside the shop. Another girl followed closely on her heels, eyes agog and round as soup plates. The two of them waited just inside the threshold while Andrea stood aside to show off her treat. Each of the two girls was dressed rather unrealistically as American Indian princesses of the Pocahontas tradition. They both had long black braids of what was likely their own hair, and were as much alike in physical form to actually be sisters. But no native princess ever went dressed as these two. The faux buckskin skirts hung so low on their hips that they seemed in danger of falling down over the two girl's shapely buttocks, and their halter tops were constructed of little more than beads. They each wore boots of brown leather with thin soles and trimmed in fur. The Halloween Tease The effect was both trashy, and very sexy at the same time. The beaded halter tops were not transparent, but were insubstantial enough to imply a peek into the secrets they obscured. Andrea nodded at them and smiled. "The Goddess has your treats. Take them from her, if you dare!" Almost as if they had just noticed her, the two girls jerked in startled reaction and clasped each other's hands when they saw Nikki. The first girl to step through the door was also the first to recover, and she drew the other by the hand towards the tableau. For friends they were, as Andrea recognized. Girlfriends. That unique kind of lesbian relationship where the two partners wound up dressing alike and even acting alike until they seemed clones of each other. But here one was clearly dominant, as Andrea could see. It was the dominant one that stepped first up onto the tableau and looked at Nikki critically. On cue, Nikki moved the cauldron away to display the sweet descending moistly between her thighs. The dominant girl's eyes grew almost physically larger and her mouth opened slightly revealing pearly white teeth glistening with anticipation. "Go ahead Cathy," she said drawing her partner forward. "Take it!" The other girl who's name was evidently Cathy reached forward haltingly as if to pluck it like a berry. She almost touched it, but hesitated just as the dominant one's voice cut into her again. "Not that way! Don't you know anything? Here. Like this." The dominant one knelt down on the pillow exactly as the dancing girl had done and looked up. Her eyes met with Nikki's and both girls shivered, though the room was warm. Never releasing eye contact she leaned forward and slid out her tongue. Nikki's mouth opened in rapport as the girl's tongue surrounded the nob on the end of the sweet and flicked it lightly. Nikki caught her breath and closed her eyes, but she didn't have long to wait. The girl surrounded the sweet with her lips and pulled. Almost gratefully The Goddess sighed and removed another candy from the cauldron. "There! Now you try it." Cathy stepped up on the platform replacing her partner, but stopped and turned towards Andrea. "Could I..." she started haltingly. "Could I maybe... give the Goddess a treat instead of taking one?" Andrea smiled magnanimously. "I don't know if she deserves that yet, but you may do so if you wish." The girl smiled, and the expression lit up her face with a fire of desire. She turned to Nikki and held out her hand palm up. Obediently, Nikki retrieved a candy from the cauldron and set it gently in the upturned hand, covering the other's hand with her downturned palm with the briefest of touches. The little pink barbell candy lay in Cathy's palm for just a moment, it's gentle raspberry smell just noticeable between the two of them. Almost as if reluctant to do so she lifted it up to her own lips and took half of the candy into her mouth. An expression of both pleasure and expectation flooded out from around her lips, and her eyes went off to a distant place. She leaned forward, and Andrea noticed that both girls were almost exactly the same height as they stood facing each other. Nikki, who was not supposed to move unless instructed to do so, leaned forward as well. Not much. Just enough to imply desire. She opened her mouth with her lips glistening, and Cathy slid the end of the candy between them. For an endless second their lips met and they were joined by the light suction they both maintained. Then the moment was over, and the girl in the fake Indian princess outfit released the candy to Nikki's mouth and stepped backwards off the platform unsteadily. Her face was flushed, and she held her thighs together as if she were having some difficulty. Perhaps it was vertigo, or perhaps it was something else. "You did well my dear," Andrea said into her ear coming up behind her. She held up a tiny paper sack trimmed with lace around the top and handed it to the girl. It contained a chocolate of the kind Andrea had reserved for extra special Trick or Treaters that evening. "Happy Halloween!" The dominant girl then rushed up to them and almost inserted herself between them, kissing Cathy violently. "Ohmygod! That was SO hot!" she said in an almost shouted whisper. She winked at Andrea over the other girl's shoulder, then the two of them arm-in-arm went almost unsteadily out the door. Turning back to the shop with a smug smile of accomplishment, Andrea saw Nikki in some state of agitation. "Are you okay my dear?" she asked innocently. "Mistress," Nikki said, her voice shuddering. "I'm very VERY horny!" "I'm sure you are, but you must be patient. The night is still very young." She approached her witch and kissed her lightly on the mouth, and while she was distracted by that inserted yet another sweet between the lips of Nikki's pussy. "There. There's a little treat for being such a good, patient girl." Striking her pose, Nikki sighed and resigned herself to the night. Another knock, then another. The treaters came, were delighted, and left again. ...The door opened "Trick or treat!" came the call, and Andrea displayed her witch. Two couples sauntered in. The two couples couldn't be more different. For one thing one couple was dressed as Batman and Robin, but with the genders curiously reversed. The woman was heavily coated in latex from head to foot in her Batman outfit complete with armored breastplate molded for a woman, yet clearly wasn't supposed to be Batgirl. No hair peaked out of her cowl, and she wore almost masculine boots with flat soles. She grinned wickedly, and was apparently supposed to be Bat Woman. Her partner was a man taller than she was by half a foot, dressed in the red and green classic Robin-Hood "Robin" outfit complete with tights. Yet somehow he managed to avoid the sexual indeterminism of the standard Robin. He was broad shouldered and burly, with a scraggle of beard and a scowl. He loomed. The other couple was very different indeed. Two women, although their orientation wasn't immediately obvious. They both wore what would ordinarily be considered male clothing consisting of of suit jacket, vest, and trousers suitable for business attire. But here the masculinity ended. A talented tailor had re-cut each piece of attire to not only fit a woman's form, but to accentuate it. The jackets rose at the waistline to show their figure and enhance their breasts. Their pants were cut low. Almost hip-huggers. But it was the vests that really transformed the costume, because they were little more than formal looking halters of matching material under which neither woman wore a shirt. Both wore a narrow tie that lay intriguingly between their cleavage. However, the two women were not identical. Both were tall, but here the similarity ended. One was slender and small-busted with short blond hair slicked back with Brylcreem, and her face was graced with a devious sideways grin. The other was heavier; rounder of figure with long hair intricately woven into a vintage coil on the side and back. They walked arm in arm, but giggled in a way that implied friendship rather than attraction. The blond woman was the first to notice Nikki, and woman she was. Not a girl. To Andrea's eyes she looked in her late 30's and was handsome in an entirely feminine way. There wasn't any sexual ambiguity in her stance or reaction as she whistled appreciatively and clapped her hands. "Wow!" she exclaimed and deepened her knowing grin. "Isn't she a little beauty?" Her darker companion elbowed her in the ribs conspiratorially. "Watch yourself, Lori. What would your husband think if he saw you drooling like that?" Now Lori looked impertinent. "He'd say she was a little beauty, and probably slap my ass." The other woman, who's name was Tabitha, laughed. "You're probably right." She turned to Andrea. "So what have YOU got for treats? Chenworth had raspberry vodka in chocolate shot glasses." "Ah," said Andrea breathily. "The Goddess Nikki has your treats. If you ask nicely she'll give them to you." Lori giggled. "Maybe we should let Tim go first. Or Kathy." "Oh, let Tim go first!" the Bat Woman insisted with a laugh. "This ought to be good." The large Robin character looked indignant and drew away slightly. "I don't need your encouragement, woman. I can get my own treats thankyouverymuch." Now all three women nearly doubled over with laughter, giggling at his discomfiture. "Oh all right, " said Lori, recovering before her friends. "Here, we'll help." She took him by the right arm, and seeing her purpose her blond friend took him by the left. The two of them piloted him up towards the alter where Nikki stood trying moderately successfully to control a sympathy giggle. When they reached the pillow, only a gentle encouragement was needed to get him to kneel before Nikki. He looked up at her, ludicrous with his over-broad shoulders and red-green Robin outfit and mask. Even his immaculately trimmed beard didn't fit with the Robin suit. His two companions moved to Nikki's sides and examined what she had, one to her left and one to her right. Lori looked into the little cauldron and saw the treats. As she leaned over Nikki could see down her Décolletage and let out a slight whimper. Lori wasn't large breasted, but she had a nice shape to her tits and the gentle curves she did possess peaked out not only in the middle of her vest, but also slightly out the sides. It almost seemed designed to do just that. She wore a narrow blue tie that matched the color of her eyes, and when she bent over Nikki even caught a glimpse of a tantalizingly large nipple atop a very pink areola. "Look Tabitha!" she exclaimed gently. "Hand made hard candies. I wonder if there's a cherry one?" Tabitha leaned over the cauldron as well, and Nikki groaned. Her breasts were much larger than Lori's, but Tabitha's vest had been designed with this in mind. It cupped and cradled them giving them some support, where otherwise the red tie she wore would have disappeared within her cleavage. "Probably, but Tim has to take one first." Nikki glanced over to Andrea and received a nod. Slowly she moved the cauldron aside and displayed the candy hanging from her pussy like a berry ripe for the plucking. Tim's eyes grew a little larger, and drew in breaths sharply. "Wow," Lori said, breathless. Tim looked up into Nikki's eyes and asked solemnly, "May I take the treat, my Goddess?" Nikki nodded once slowly and advanced a knee in welcome. Tim leaned forward like the others before him, but his nose contacted the tiny v at the top of Nikki's lips just as he sucked the little candy between his lips. His whiskers tickled her thighs and the gentle tugging that came before the release made her eyes water. He sucked it into his mouth with a sigh. "Wow," Tabitha said breathless. Lori looked over at her friend, "Now, he needs to take one for me." There was a panting rhythm to her breath as she spoke. "And... And me!" Tabitha echoed. "Oh, and me, of course," added Kathy as she stood laconically off to one side openly drooling. "Are you girls trying to kill me here?" Tim said in feigned annoyance. Andrea looked over at Nikki and nodded again. "Three more, dear." Nikki half closed her eyes and fished another green apple candy out of her cauldron. She bit her lip and slowly slipped its knobbed end up inside her pussy. Again, Tim leaned forward and took the end between his lips and pulled. This time he managed to do it without touching Nikki's clit in the process, but this was little comfort to her. He looked up at Tabitha who plucked it from his mouth greedily and popped it into her own. Another candy, and this time her thighs quivered as she inserted it into the damp opening. Tim was even slower this time, taking the candy between his upper lip and his tongue, which lightly contacted Nikki's pussy at the bottom of the opening. He sucked, and it came to him damp and sweet. He offered it to Lori, who refused. "I want a cherry one," she said, amused. Tim turned to Bat Woman who kissed him violently, taking the end in her own mouth and retaining it when the kiss broke. Again Nikki returned to the cauldron, searching with trembling hands for a cherry candy. She found one, and with difficulty slipped it insider herself while her pussy tingled and ached. Tim was watching her closely. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly, genuinely concerned. "Yes," she whispered. "Just very horny. But it isn't time for me yet." "Okay," he said slowly and reservedly, as if not convinced. He leaned forward for the last time. This time was almost painful for Nikki. Tim took the candy between his lips again, but didn't pull it out straight away. He pushed it in and pulled it out several times teasingly, finally drawing it upwards and outwards so that its inner knob popped out and brushed her distended clitoris as he leaned back. Nikki just closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and breathed deeply in and out trying to control herself. Tim turned to offer the cherry candy to Lori, who took it in a quick kiss like Kathy had. But it was a much more chaste and friendly kiss and she didn't linger. Her eyes had a glazed look about them and she sucked the candy thoughtfully. Tim straightened up, then bowed to Nikki. "Thank you, my Goddess," he said. "You're very generous, but we must be moving on." His companions were each sucking on their candies with distracted looks, except for Bat-Woman Kathy who grinned at him devilishly and blew him a kiss. She was his wife, after all. Andrea stopped her as they went out and gave her a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. It was Halloween and the night wore on, and the customers came. They knocked and asked for treats, and the Goddess provided. They came as couples and small groups, but nobody came in alone. If a supplicant came that didn't measure up to Andrea's high standards she made a slight sign, and Nikki would simply hand them their treat instead of offering it between her thighs, but this happened rarely. The costumes were often fantastic and usually sexy, and occasionally in somewhat worse repair after their encounter. One man with an extraordinarily tight leather costume had difficulty walking after his encounter with the Goddess and had to have a sit-down behind a screen. If a trick-or-treater particularly pleased Andrea she would allow Nikki to give them a kiss, or even kiss them herself. The night got late, and the flow of customers declined to a trickle which was good. The supply of specially made candies was nearly depleted and even the simplest of transactions was making Nikki tremble. Finally, towards the end of the eleventh hour, Andrea brought in the sign and bolted the door. "Oh my, what a good girl you've been!" she exclaimed walking around and examining where the body paint had run or been smudged by an errant hand. "All those lovely people paying attention to you, and the lovely lips and tongues and eyes. You must be nearly ready to drop with desire." She shook her head. Almost in a whisper Nikki gave a hesitant reply. "Mistress... my pussy... my nipples... they ache!" "I guess you're ready for your treat then, my good girl. Just a little bit longer!" She disappeared through a door in the back wall and there was the sound of running water. In a moment she returned with a steaming basin, a clean towel, and a bottle of oil. "Now stand still while I clean you." Andrea set the things down, and removed her tiara. Then she took off the various bits of jewelry she'd worn one by one and set them aside as well. She slipped off the little blue flats she had on her feet and pushed them under a convenient chair. Her fairy dress was almost not a coherent piece of clothing at all, but seemed to have been wound around her by the wind blowing a clothesline of gauze and lace around her. It came off in pieces slowly as well, until it was an untidy pile on the floor. Clothed it was clear Andrea wore nothing underneath the costume, but now it was proved. She stood for a moment in front of Nikki, showing off her sun-loved olive skin under her flop of dark blond hair. Her breasts were larger than Nikki's, enough so they sagged slightly from high on her chest but still maintained a round semi-spherical outline. Her nipples were round, and cherry shaped in contrast to Nikki's raspberry points. Nikki didn't often get to see her Mistress completely naked, though she often saw bits and pieces. Her mons veneris was topped with a near perfect rectangle of dark hair only long enough to delineate its presence and was somehow sexier than the complete bareness Nikki herself sported. "Okay, enough ogling" Andrea chastised. "Raise your arms." Nikki did so, reluctantly. The warm water and soft cloth came towards her almost as if a ghost held them, for Nikki had no eyes for anything but Andrea. She watched her move about, washing the body paint and sweat of excitement from her body inch by inch and part by part. She surrounded Nikki's calves first, the warmth of the water like blood on her skin. The black skin pain was designed to come off with water and stained the white cloth grey and midnight. The unkindness of ravens curling up her calf and thigh dissolved to the cloth, and if Andrea's hands lingered on Nikki's thighs or buttocks for a moment she didn't complain. She payed extra attention to the area between her buttocks and the reflecting sexual V in front so sweet with her emissions and almost sticky with the residue of the candies. For Andrea it was a temptation to end it there and continue with the festivities, but she satisfied herself with cleaning in spite of the clear consternation it put on the girls face. The cloth continued to circle and dive about Nikki's body, but gently. The designs so lovingly applied to her breast only hours earlier were erased with a coolness lingering from the warm water that was somehow more exciting than the heat of the touches. Then Andrea had Nikki close her eyes and cleared the last of the paint from her face, but before she could open her eyes she stole a lingering kiss. The cleaning had dried Nikki's skin, so Andrea continued by applying oil from a bottle warming in the basin of water. The sweet scent of almonds coated Nikki's flesh in loving strokes as if she were smoothing the curves of one of her sculptures, though no wrinkle or bit of lingering dryness marred Nikki's pale smooth surface. The oil gave a glisten to her calves, her thighs, her buttocks, but the lips of her pussy continued to produce their own glisten and there was an agitation to her composure when Andrea smoothed the oil over her buttocks and thighs. When her hands surrounded breast and nipple with that same warm oil Nikki let out a shuddering gasp and seemed to be in some distress to move. Yet every time a fidget started Andrea slowed her motions and moved her hands away from the sensitive area. She was all but finished when another knock on the door punctuated her efforts. Not the semi-tentative knocks of the trick-or treaters, but a confident knock that announced a presence firmly without demanding entry. "Just in time," Andrea remarked standing. She took the few steps to the door without dressing and unbolted it. The door opened and a man stepped into the low lighting of the room. He could have been anywhere from twenty-five to forty-five years of age, and of such average height and weight as to be unremarkable in almost any crowd. He wasn't costumed that Nikki could see, and wore only a faded grey green t-shirt and jeans over rather fashionable shoes of a similar color to his shirt. He closed the door and bolted it, and without a word took Andrea's naked form into his arms and kissed her warmly and with interest. Kisses come in flavors, from the taste of a sister's cheek to the savor of a lovers tongue. Andrea made small noises and grasped the man to her naked body almost fiercely as the kiss progressed down the stages of flavor. It may have started with the seasoning of old friends, but by the time they broke apart it had the spice of a lover's promise. His hands had started chastely on her back, but one ended up on her smooth buttock and the other interweaved in her hair. Nikki squeezed her thighs together guiltily just watching. The Halloween Tease "You're right on time, Benjamin." Andrea's voice was almost breathless after the kiss, intensity leaking from her as the kiss dissipated. "I'm looking forward to it," rang out an unexpected baritone. His caramel brown hair and boyish features seemed to indicate a tenor. "Is this Nikki?" "Mmm-hmm. Give her a kiss, dear. She's been waiting a long time, but patiently. She's a good girl." Benjamin removed his shirt, tossing it aside to where Andrea's pile of clothing lay, and stepped up to the tableau. Underneath it his chest was broad but not overly-chiseled. He had a softness to his flesh that covered without concealing a hint of powerfulness under his skin. He pulled Nikki into his embrace, surrounding her with arms as gentle as a breeze but strong as a river. She looked up and kissed him. His face was smooth and stubble free, and his lips contacted hers firmly and confidently without urgency. He didn't allow his hands to wander either, just held her enjoying the slight motions of their lips together and the occasional brush of tongue against tongue. He felt Nikki moaning from deep within her chest before the sound escaped into his mouth, and her arms reached up to pull him downward and closer to her. From behind him, Benjamin felt Andrea's arms encircle both of them and squeeze briefly. Then her hands slipped down between the kiss and began unbuttoning his jeans. "You've got too many clothes on." "I do kinda feel overdressed here with the two of you," he mumbled unperturbed around the kiss. "That's easily rectified though, eh? Here?" Benjamin and Nikki broke apart from their kiss and Andrea drew the rest of his clothing down to the floor where he stepped out of them and kicked aside his shoes. "I have a spot made up in the back. Just right for us three." He drew her back up to her feet and kissed her briefly. Just a peck, but an unhurried one. She took both their hands and led them through a curtain of beads into the back room. A large and tidy space confronted them, with the tools of Andrea's trade neatly arranged around the periphery and space for several large projects to be constructed simultaneously. Currently there were no projects invading that space, and the majority was taken up by a knee-high platform in the middle of the room. It was round and soft looking, covered with several lengths of satin because none of them were large enough to cover its radius. To one side was a large pile of pillows and bolsters similarly covered in satin or lace and sometimes both. From the ceiling a piece of sheer fabric fell like a waterfall, half surrounding the platform and more than half concealing the large kiln in the back of the room. A flicker of flame from the fire-glass kiln door filled the room with indirect twists of light and warmed it to a very comfortable temperature. Andrea led them to the bed, for although its intended purpose wasn't exactly sleep it was evidently a large round bed. She sat on its edge, her legs demurely crossed to one side and smiled up at the other two as if waiting. There was a longish pause, and the sound of low chimes came echoing from the showroom. "It's midnight," she said softly, and looked up lovingly at Nikki. Benjamin followed her gaze and saw a change come across Nikki's features like a drop of oil dissipating across the surface of a still pool. Acute excitement and desire remained, but a subservience and docility died away like a sunset. Something commanding and self-confident replaced it, and she grinned broadly. "Oh my god, was that hard!" With a rough gentleness that belied her former countenance she pushed Andrea back onto the bed and climbed on top of her breathing heavily. They kissed each other almost violently, and Nikki straddled her thigh and rubbed her pussy against it with earnest. Andrea's arms came up around her friend's back and hugged her gently until they broke apart. "I've never been so horny in my whole life, Andrea. You did wonderful!" "I knew you would like it..." She turned her head slightly, almost as if embarrassed, "...mistress." Nikki rolled off of her and crawled across the bed to the bile of bolsters. She reversed herself and lounged back against them with her thighs spread wide. "I did! Now come over here and lick me, you lovely beautiful girl! I really need to cum." Andea rolled over as well and glanced up shyly devious, and slowly crawled on hands and knees across the satin fabric, nestling down to face her friend's pussy. She began kissing Nikki's dewy thighs and stroking them with her olive cheeks. Looking over at Benjamin, Nikki saw him with his cock in his hand gently stroking it. He had taken a seat on the side of the bed where he could see the two of them well but not interfere with them. "Don't worry. I know what she promised you, and you'll get it. Just be patient." Benjamin nodded agreement. "I'm in no hurry. You two have fun!" Andrea's lips were a rain of fire on Nikki's thighs, and she grasped the flowing blond hair beside her ears and pulled her to center. "I don't need to be turned on, Andrea. I'm horny NOW! Lick my pussy." Andrea smiled again up at her mistress and leaned forward. She rolled out her tongue and pressed it lightly against the bottom of Nikki's pussy lips, dragging it upwards in a gentle wave of pleasure. Nikki moaned, "Yesss..." She reached the top and lightly sucked the little marble clit between her lips and released it sensuously.' "...Oh, more!" Nikky said breathlessly. She released Andrea's hair and reached up to grasp her tits fully with her hands, rubbing the raspberry nipples in the palms of her hands. Andrea began a rhythmic licking with occasional flicking between her tongue and Nikki's distended clitoris. Nikki's pussy juices rose like a flood, filling Andrea's mouth and dampening her thighs for the hundredth repetition this evening. This time there was an ending. A controlled burst of orgasm that quickly built and then exploded into a frozen face almost of pain in Nikki's face. She pulled her nipples out and squeezed them, she bit her lip, she grasped rolls of the satin bed covering with her curled toes. Almost she forgot to breath. Feeling the orgasm climax taper off Andrea slowed her licking and moved off to the sides, contenting herself with the taste of Nikki's skin on her thighs. Nikki breathed out deeply the remnants of the orgasm and relaxed, looking down at Andrea's shapely ass raised in the air as she knelt between her thighs and licked. Not far away, Benjamin looked on languidly and longingly stroking himself without hurry. "Don't just sit there," Nikki chastised in a satiated but commanding voice. "Get up here and fuck her! She's got to be nearly as horny as I was." "I was only waiting for an invitation," he answered, but he wasted no time climbing up on the bed with them. Andrea spread her knees and thighs apart a little, but kept her ass in the air and her lips on Nikki's flesh. "And that's an excellent invitation," he added as he placed one hand on her hip and took his prick in his other to rub it between the furrow of Andrea's nearly dripping lips. Andrea stopped licking and looked up at her mistress. "Can I have a cock in me?" she asked, not subservient, but expecting. "Oh yes," Nikki said happily. "But don't forget what you're doing." "Oh, noooooooo...." Andrea answered agreeably just as Benjamin slowly pressed his prick through the outer lips and into her pussy completely. As instructed, she took Nikki's buttocks in her hands and began licking gently again, and nuzzling her flesh with her nose. Fucking gently, Benjamin moved his cock in and out slowly and strong, teasing the outer lips of Andrea's pussy with the tip as he almost removed it at each stroke. While he fucked, he admiringly stroked her fine backside with both hands, or occasionally tickling her other cute brown hole with the tip of a finger. He watched carefully as she began to lick Nikki more wantonly and press herself backwards onto him almost violently. Then felt her contract rhythmically around his prick as he pressed it into her harder, and faster. "That's the way!" cried Nikki. "She's licking me so hard! Make her cum for us!" Then the contraction inside her was intense, and continuous. Andrea stopped licking and her whole body tensed in orgasm. She gripped Nikki's buttocks violently and her breath came out of her moaning lungs in great constricted pants. Benjamin continued his motions and she cried out as she came again and released her grip so she could hug Nikki closer with her face against flat belly. Finally Benjamin's prick spasmed in satisfaction, once, twice, then a long rolling sputter of injections filling and satisfying Andrea with a third and gentler orgasm that brought tears to her eyes and a sob to her voice. He fell backwards onto the bed sated, his slowly deflating penis slick with sperm and juices of her orgasm. He lay breathing heavily with eyes half closed. Crawling up into Nikki's arms, Andrea collapsed and sobbed with gratification. She clutched at her almost desperately, and Nikki stroked her hair and shoulders gently. "Was that a good one sweetie?" "Oh god yes!" Andrea got out between sobs. "Three times! Two big ones, and one long sweet one. Thank you mistress!" "Don't thank me. You may not have noticed, but I came almost the same time you did. I LIKE seeing you cum, dear." Nikki kissed her on the forehead. "But I think Benjamin needs reviving." Andrea rolled off and turned to the man gazing at them from their feet, his head raised up on his hand and a smile on his face. "Thank you Benjamin, that was wonderful! I really needed that after having to wait all night and watch people teasing Nikki." "You say that like it was a favor I did for you," he replied. "I assure you it was just as good for me." "I think you need to get over there and suck him and get it all hard again. I'm going to need it soon." Nikki's voice was devious and instructing at the same time." "Yes Mistress," Andrea said, and without hesitance or delay made her way to her benefactor. She took his glistening prick into her hand and held it while she sucked its softening length between her lips. He grimaced. "Gently, girl. I just came. It's sensitive." She grinned and let the head come out of her mouth with a pop. It was already stiffening up again. She resisted a second sucking and contented herself with licking the slowly increasing length and occasionally kissing the tip. Benjamin rolled over onto his back and groaned, but she followed him and continued. On the other side of the bed, Nikki watched them with approval. She absently stroked her pussy, cupping one breast in her other hand gently. She was trying to maintain that buzz of arousal she'd had all evening, and she was succeeding. She could swear her clit was vibrating and her nipples felt both cold and hot. She was longing to have them kissed or nibbled, and that was the plan soon enough. Benjamin groaned again and she squeezed her nipple between thumb and forefinger in sympathy. Once again Benjamin's prick was firm and stood in a graceful arc within Andrea's grasp. She'd worked him up to the point where a tiny drop of semen had gathered above the tip, and she'd licked it off hungrily. "He's ready Mistress," she called out huskily, and moved away so Nikki could see. "I can see that. Do you want me to fuck you Benjamin?" "Yes," he stated. It was a fact, and there wasn't any use obfuscating it. She smiled a lopsided grin and made her way across the bed to his position. She took his cock form Andrea's grasp into her own, but bent down and presented her breast close to his face. "Lick my nipple first," she commanded. "Yes..." Benjamin hesitated for a moment, unsure. "...Mistress." His eyes sparkled in the semi-darkness. He took one nipple in his mouth and gently pulled on it until the areola contacted his lips. Applying a gently sucking rhythm he reached out a hand and cupped the tit, stroking it fondly and softly while he worked the nipple. Next to him he felt another head, as Andrea joined him and sucked on Nikki's other nipple with feminine lips and equally sparkling eyes. They breathed together, and their opposite hands reached out and intertwined fingers. No Scrooge, Nikki maintained her hold on Benjamin's prick, slowly stroking it but avoiding the sensitive tip. She was in ecstasy anyway, with two pairs of talented lips licking and sucking so generously on each of her nipples. Spreading her thighs yet again, she rubbed her pussy absently with a free hand. It was getting tingly and excited again, almost as much so as it was as the Goddess on the alter. After a few minutes, Nikki pulled away from her lovers and said in a voice full of desire and command, "I want your cock now, Benjamin. Up against the bolsters on your back." "Yes..." The word was still a little awkward coming from his lips, "...Mistress." Still he rolled over on the bed and sat upright against them with his prick standing up in his lap waiting. Nikki turned her tight ass cheeks to his belly and straddled his lap, slowly absorbing his prick in her pussy as she faced away from him and enjoyed the sight of Andrea who was across the bed masturbating. Her pussy was still slick and wet from Andrea's loving licking and sucked eagerly on his cock like an actual mouth. She felt his hands circle around from behind her and sensuously stroke her breasts as she slowly started riding up and down. "Now," she addressed Andrea, in halting breaths and pants. "Be a good girl and lick my clit." Andrea did so gladly, coming in close between both their thighs an watching Nikki's pussy rise and fall on the glistening wet shaft Benjamin was generously providing for her. She stuck out her tongue and licked. It took a few minutes to really work up a good rhythm between them, but before long Nikki was riding a wave of pleasure. She leaned a little bit forward with her hands on Benjamin's thighs, slowly taking his cock in and out while it rubbed those little spots inside her so sensitive and nice. Andrea's head bobbed up and down in front of her, flicking her clit on the down stroke and licking the shaft of his cock on the upstroke. She had a hand on her own pussy rubbing it as well, but Nikki didn't blame her. "That's very nice Benjamin," Nikki told him. "You have a darling cock. I can feel every bit of it." She reached out and stroked Andrea's hair. "And I really like your tongue on my clit too. You've learned your lessons well, Andrea." She leaned back a little bit and Benjamin squeezed her nipples between his thumb and forefingers. "Oh god yes, I like that Benjamin! Don't stop!" They weren't going to stop for anything short of Nikki telling them to do so, and it didn't take long for her to start to rise to a climax. It was a big one too, flooding every inch of her body like an ocean of pleasure. It washed over her, flushing her face and brining a pink glow to her chest and cheeks. She fucked harder, slamming her ass against Benjamin's lap and another orgasm shot through her like lightning. Andrea pulled back from her clit to avoid her violent thrusting, but Nikki didn't need a tongue on her clit anymore. She grabbed Andrea and dragged her up into her arms as she fucked, kissing her and rubbing their tits together. Benjamin had released her nipples and was holding her hips to keep her from bounding off his cock. Then her orgasm set him off again, and he started spasming great flows deep within her. She felt it, and slowed her fucking to prolong the feeling just as another wave of pleasure filled her. Andrea held her tightly with their faces smoothly press together, happy in her mistresses pleasure. And then it was over. The three of them lay together, nearly comatose and gently stroking whatever and whomever's body part was closest. Cheek, thigh, breast or chest. Just before she fell asleep, Nikki looked around and her gaze met Andrea's. "Thank you, Andrea. That's about six of best orgasms I think I've ever had."