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Tricks

By: Selinde783



The club was full of cigarette smoke and writhing bodies gyrating to the hypnotic techno beat of Tricky pounding on the speakers. A girl was squeezing her butt into a guy's crotch, her black leather mini rising precariously above her thighs, so that from where I stood I saw all of her pussy and ass against his pants. She rolled her hips to the music, and the guy behind her wrapped his hands around her smooth tits as she pulled them out of her neon pink tube top. People crowded around them after that, men eager to cop a feel, women who wanted to feel like part of the action without giving in too much. They blocked my view, so I left through the back door, keeping it half open behind me, knowing what would come next.

It had been raining hard the night before, and now there was still a great deal of mist in the air. I could hear the music pumping from the inside of the club, under my feet. I took out my lighter and lit up a cigarette. I smoked for a few seconds, and that's when I heard the back door creak wide open. I didn't bother to turn around, since I knew that the girl was being escorted outside. Outside, under the weak light bulb that hung above the back door, I saw her face more clearly. She could not have been any older than eighteen, her bleached blonde hair streamed down her back and over her breasts in wet curls. She, or they, had taken off her tube top, so that now she only wore her black stiletto platforms, and her black skirt. Two men held her by the arms and a led her to a corner, where one of them took a beer can out of his jacket. I took the opportunity to close the back door, which they had left ajar, and stood guard in front of it.

I took a few drags of my cigarette, and watched the man in front of her pop the can open and let the beer fizz up, foaming it onto her luscious tits. The other stood behind the girl, who was giggling saucily, and unzipped her tiny skirt in order to slide it over her smooth, round ass. He was a Hispanic man, probably Puerto Rican from his accent, and about forty years old. He gripped the girl's legs and leaned her against his chest, opening her up for his friend. The girl's face belonged in the window of a sex shop. Her lipstick was a bloody, glossy red, and she tossed her head back, clearly loving every minute of it. The other man was white and stocky, with a bald head, and he chuckled as he poured beer into her little snatch and drank it out. 

"That's right, you little slut. Let Daddy lick that pussy clean. You like that shit, don't you? " He stuck a meaty finger into her hot slit, and pulled it out slippery and shiny with her juices. Spreading her open wider, he pulled her legs over his shoulders.

"Oh yeah, baby. Let me tear into that hot little cunt. Feed me that pussy now. " He pulled her teenage hole open and delved into it with his hungry tongue, nibbling on the soft flesh of her pussy lips. She moaned deep from her throat, wriggling her sexy little ass under his hands.

"You want me to tear into that shit, don't you, you little bitch? You're Daddy's bitch right? "

"Oh yeah…Eat me. Oh, Goddd….That's the shit! Mmmmm…" She was so hot she was beginning to shiver through her teeth, and she ran her pink tongue over her glossy red lips. I was getting hard already.

The man behind her wanted to get in on the fun, too, so they lay her down on the pavement, and Tony unbuttoned his pants and fed her his cock while Mike ate her moist pussy out. She licked his balls and clung to his ass cheeks now that her hands were free.

"FUCK! This little puta knows how to take it in all the way, coño! Ayyy….Do it just like that. Scrape your teeth on it…Unnggghhh!" She made gurgling noises and I watched her saliva dribble down her neck.

Mike was shoving three finger into her warm honey pot, then four and finally his whole fist was coming up slimy with her cum.

"Ahhh! Mmmmggghhh! " She moaned, sweating and rolling on the ground. I was aching to touch her sweet tits, just to lick her nipples and roll my tongue all over her soft flesh. They looked like they needed the attention of an expert touch to get them nice and hard. Slowly, I walked closer to the scene on the floor.

Tony was about to come, and pulled his thick dick out of the girl's wet mouth, grunting heavily.

"Fuck that shit. You aint gonna get yours so easily. Nah, you gonna pump that shit, now. Move her over for me, Mike. She aint sucked you just yet. " The girl was catching the last few drops of precum that were falling from the tip of his cock before the men switched positions and Mike pulled his pants down and crouched in front of her face with his back to Tony.

"Now, do like you did to Tony, you fucking whore. Take it to the root and squeeze the bottom real good on your way up. Ahhh…" Mike's fat dick was getting a good tongue bathing on his balls, and Tony thrust his own meat into the girl's pussy, so that when I came up to them they were too busy to pay me much attention.

I knelt down over her and covered her left tit with my mouth, and sucked on her nipples until they turned a bright red. I pulled her rubbery knobs with my fingers and pulled them, making her shiver and tremble, and jerking up and soon as she realized there was a third person on top of her. Tony was ripping into her wet peach like a butcher, and she was slobbering all over Mike so that I could lick her to my heart's content. Gripping her pale blonde curls in his huge fists, Mike ground her face into his cock and balls. 

"Damn, Tony! You aint fucking kiddin'! She's chewing on my shit like a true bitch. Ooooh. I wish I was still in high school. " The girl was gulping his cum, the muscles in her neck contracting as she swallowed it down her throat. Her head was slamming against Mike and her ass was banging against Tony's dick, so that it was a tug of war between their cocks, with me as the obliging judge and spectator.

"Ahhh!! Oh shit…." Mike came all over the little slut, rubbing her face in it. He pulled out of her mouth and gave her breasts a fond slap, then gave me a crude smile. His bald head had beads of sweat all over it.

"Can't anybody call Mike Maloney a greedy sonofabitch. Come on. She's practically waiting to haul your prick into her mouth. Be careful though, she knows how to use her teeth. Dunno if you like that shit. "

The girl was still being fucked mercilessly by Tony, who yelled obscenely at her in a mix of Spanish and English curses, and she cried out like a tortured animal, though she affirmed her joy when she responded.

"Te lo estoy metiendo bien. No me empujes, maldita cuera!. Tell me you love it when I fuck your hot little pussy! And we're all gonna fuck you in your ass, too. So don't think its over yet. Tu sabes que te gusta, rubita. You know you fucking love it. Oooh….That's right mamita, roll that sexy white ass of yours, bitch! "

"Ahhh….Oooh, ya! Oh, yes..Yes…Fuck me harder with your Puerto Rican cock. Fuck me till I can't see straight, you fucking bastard! Ooohhhhhh!!!! " She was coming, screaming so loud I could have sworn the whole club would have heard, but the doors were closed. Tony grabbed her arms and pulled her over him, so that she was on top this time. Mike smiled at me again, spreading his hands like he was showing me a new car in my driveway. 

"You want her to suck you off, or you wanna fuck her in the ass? Cause I'm gonna fuck her in the ass any damn way. We can both fucking rip that ass up. It's up to you. " The girl wasn't gonna get a break if we had anything to do with it. It took off my leather jacket and my shirt. Then I pulled my pants down to the knee. She was eyeing me with interest, as well as my cock, which had grown considerably in girth and length since I'd been watching her get rammed. I pushed my crotch into her face, staring deep into her eyes. She licked softly at the tip, then wrapped my dick in her fiery mouth.

"Suck it." 

Her lips wrapped around my full length and sucked at me savagely, her tongue sticky with the other men's cum. I could feel the walls of her mouth squeezing me up from the root, like Mike had said, and sighed as her tongue circled the tip. Then she sucked me fast, her mouth sliding off and back on my cock again, until I thought I would go insane. 

"Ahh!!! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh my God, you're killing me. Yes! Shove it all inside me…"

She was screaming from the pounding she was getting in back, with Tony in her pussy and Mike fingering her asshole before plunging into her with his dick. She was the girl I had dreamt of boning all night long when I was a pimply freshman in high school, and now she was bobbing up and down over me.

"Oh, baby. You're gonna swallow me up aren't you? Yes, yes you are. Oooh…Suck me. Yes!"

"She's a fucking pro, man. I'm telling you. Yeah! Take that shit in that fucking cunt, puta! " Tony cried. She sucked me up and down with the rhythm of their fucking, as Tony jiggled her on his cock and Mike shoved into her deep ass, pushing her mouth over my cock even more. She stroked me, too, gripping the base of my dick in her hand and pressing up, until the pressure built and I was in danger of coming without getting my share. I decided to push her off me before I burst. Her mouth slid off my dick at last, but not before she opened it and rolled my balls around her tongue. 

"Oh, fucking shit!!! " Tony finally came in her pussy, his pelvis giving a quick series of jerks as he spurt his seed up into her. She ground her pussy hard over him, still playing with my balls in her mouth.

Mike pulled out to give Tony room to get up, and I slid under her, so she could suck Tony. Mike dug into her ass again, and my dick plunged into her juicy cunt like a deep sea diver. It felt like a fucking whirlpool, so hot and tight despite her getting pounded so hard by Tony. Her pussy muscles clenched dick in a snakelike grip.

"Yeah, baby. Your pussy is warm and wet for me. You're all mine now, no matter who had you before." I gave her six or seven fast hard thrusts, then sank back and let her ride me, her cunt making sucking sounds around my balls with every time she pushed back against me and Mike's dicks. My stomach was wet with everyone's cum as she slid over me and grabbed at Tony, whom she was milking frantically. We moaned and cried out, and screamed, each one of us riding out of ecstasy, taking our pleasure from this hot little wench. Throughout the next hour, we each had her three or four times each.

Tony and I took her ass and Mike fucked her hole again. Then I licked her pussy, cause it was dripping out of control. After Tony and Mike were through, I decided to walk her to the train station but she wanted to hail a cab. I wondered if she would want to fuck the driver, and it got me hot again. Where was my video camera when I needed it?

Tricks & Treats



Tom watched, jealousy and surprise making his thick eyebrows rumba, as his friend Andy pulled the girl by the hand, towards the hoarding at the side of the road. Stumbling in her tipsy shoes, her mane of blonde-streaked hair whirled as the girl turned and blew a kiss from that firm mouth and winked a very come-follow wink from her dark flashing eyes.

It was the first time Tom had actually seen flashing eyes and he was suitably impressed. As his feet began to follow that well-worn path he realised just how impressed.

A far streetlight was the only illumination behind the advertising space, which made Tom suddenly wary as he squinted past "Huge Melons: Only £1.29 That's ASDA price", into the murky area behind. Tom wasn't actually afraid of the dark. He was afraid of the 'things' which occupied the dark. In the rational forefront of his mind he knew that the 'things' were given shape only by his imagination, but it was the fertile, rearward part of his mind which gave them life.

Tom's mood brightened, slaved to the waxing moonlight, revealing much that was hidden but secretly making darker shadows where his lusty shoes led him.

- - -

All through the latter hours of their drink fuelled sojourn, this lioness on stiletto padded feet had regaled Tom and Andy with a storm of sensuous stories, had led them dancing, with her words to the sweat-body strewn dance-floors and to each and severally promised, both figuratively and literally: rape and rapture.

"I just love taking it up the arse." Purred Abby. Tom and Andy exchanged flickering, hopeful glances as this dream-in-a-short-skirt turned her back to them and under eyelash covered vantage gauged reaction, whilst smoothing that skirt around that very neat but broad expanse of arse. "I hate panty line." She demurred. Turning again to face the boys, with her generous lips she pouted: "That's why I don't wear any."

It was Tom that had offered to buy the drink for the girls when they had strolled casually into the bar, dressed perfunctorily as witches: Silken pointy hats, silken skirts, shirts and thighs. All black. Abby preferred vodka. Neat. Julie was Rum and Coke and Ann wanted the same. For an hour and a half the five of them had fenced and fought, jockeyed and manoeuvred, flirted and flattered. It was the boys who broke down first.

As was usual in meetings like this, the boys had tried to steer the conversation toward sex at the first opportunity, almost alarmingly; the girls had grabbed the steering wheel and pressed the accelerator to the floor. Flooding the carb. and almost stalling the boys, they flooded them with questions. "Did you get any last night?", "Did you wake up with a hangover and a dog on your dick?", "Could you fuck that piece with the tits?", "I know I could." Giggling and guffawing and with voices pitched so that all within 15 feet could hear, the girls synchromeshed their gears and pushed the needle over the red danger line.

With expanses of creamy, tanned or pale, punctured and pierced bellies, Abby, Julie and Anne tortured their prey with ingenuous innuendo, deathly double-entendre and outright dirty tongues, which they freely admitted they also used to lick their boy/girl friends. Every single time that the group returned from the 'Ladies' Andy and Tom's discomfiture rose as each and every girl proudly displayed tantalisingly erect and often damp, silk folded nipples. As the witching hour approached Julie and Anne enquired of Abby "Clubbing or fucking?" Tom gaped. Andy gaped wider. Hooked.

Abby raked her eyes across Tom and Andy's crotches. "Looks like I'm fucking."

"Well we're clubbing first." Announced Anne.

"Fucking after." Julie chimed in.

"Each other." Anne dared the two boys with her eyes. "Clubbing?" she asked "or fucking?"

"We, we're, er, we're…" stuttered Tom.

"Having another drink." Interrupted Andy.

"Laters then Abby." Farewelled Julie, then began chanting "Andy and Abby, sitting in a tree…"

The two silk laden witches crossed to the exit with backward glances and voices trailing "F.U.C.K.I.N.G."

- - - 

A sudden breeze riffled Tom's shirt, making tense muscles writhe, bringing throaty female laughter, making relaxed stomach muscles clench, a punch to the jaw: pulling his slow-motion head, back and to the left. Pupil-wide eyes searched the confines between the brick and wood lover's alley gaining only blackness: beasties. Imagination fed his fear, adrenaline, his blood. Involuntary reaction made voluntary retreat a welcome thought. Grunts, sighs and moans fuelled engorgement. Fright hardened his resolve, stiffened his sinews.

A hand clutched the thigh of his trousers another clutched his heart. "Fffuck". Tom grasped thin, sharp-nailed fingers in his fist. The anonymous hand pulled, urgently.

Giggling and laughter. "Down here lover. Kit off. You know what to do. What I want." With swift decision and rising anticipation Tom unbuckled his belt and pulled off one shoe and one pants leg. Grateful for the night, realising the spectacle he must be making, he leaned forward, hands led, towards that unseen waiting pleasure. "I'm wet and ready lover. Andy's been giving some good solid finger. First one, then in my pussy, then two and back to my cunt and when you heard me laughing just now, he had three fingers in the hole, now it's ready for some cock." Tom moved forward eagerly. "Wait." Commanded the black hidden, silk and velvet voice. "Suck first."

Tom heard Andy groan.

"Suck. First. Ok?"

"Yeah, yeah. 'Course." Tom agreed regaining his feet, waiting.

"Well bring that cock over here then. I'm not letting Andy's out just to suck yours."

Tom manoeuvred himself as well as he could and eventually, with one abraded knee and brick dust covering his shoulder, he knelt to offer his knob to that willing mouth. He was expecting a voracious attack and a chilling deep throat experience. Instead, he felt a very, very tentative lick and a whispered "In" then louder, smiling(?) "Push it in Tom" and a hand on his bare arse pushed him forward so that his slick cock was enveloped.

"Oh that is so good." Somehow she was flicking her tongue across his balls whilst beginning to properly enjoy the dick in her throat. A flat palm on his belly caused Tom to haunch back and plop his stiffness back out into cool night air.

"Now I want to feel that lovely slippery length up the arse."

- - -

Abby had gone to the Ladies as Tom turned to the bar to order another round. "I'm off to the bog." Andy informed him.

Swaggering to the rear, smiling confidently at every woman and girl on the way Andy was just passing the Ladies when a black silk arm snaked through the doorway and pulled him bodily inside. Surprise plastered a Hallowe'en grimace across his open mouth. "Fuck me." She demanded.

"What?"

"Fuck me." Fingers grabbed his crotch.

"This is the Ladies."

"Fuck me." Zzzip

"What if someone comes in?"

"Fuck me." She pulled him by his prick into a cubicle.

He fucked her.

To the sound of dripping water, a swinging door and raucous female laughter. "Go on girl, give him it hard." Andy paid little heed as he pushed his length hard and fast. The audience quieted to giggling as heads, one by one peered lecherously, sometimes longingly over the partition. Abby leaned her shoulders into the wall and thrust her hips forward, lifting her skirt to allow Andy full view of their jointed groins.

Abby unbuckled Andy's trousers and pushed her hands downward to pull his pumping buttocks onto her yielding body. She deftly pulled one hand to her mouth and taking the long, painted nail between her gritting teeth pulled savagely then spat out the coloured adornment. Forcing the naked digit between Andy's lips she whetted her finger. Pulling his head close to her mouth she inveigled "You know I like it in the arse?" She illustrated, placing the pad of the wet finger on his ring. Nod. "Do you? Like it?" Abby's delving bucked Andy's prick full length bringing twin groans of pleasure. "If you're going to spunk up my cunt" she probed, "you'd better be good and quick with the necessary if you want it up my arse as well." Pushing his shoulder and raising her eyebrows she asked "Well? I promise you've never had anything like it." Mute, he nodded. "Oh… and one other thing."

- - -

Tom, crouched above the coupled pair, pressed hard and deep, urged on by Abby's sharp words. Andy's muffled gasps; sighs and keening seemed to increase his fervour and stroke.

"Tom? Tom?" Gasped Abby "Are you coming yet? Don't come yet. I want to switch now." 

Tom slammed hard into that exquisite expanse and began to slowly draw back when he heard Abby beg: "I need a cock up my arse- Andy's cock in my arse. Now."

A jumble of arms and legs, sweat streaked torsos, laughter and cursing found Tom on his back with Abby's outlined sleek blackness deftly sliding down his rigid dick. Abby hissed. "Oh. Big." She rose slowly and held Tom's unsheathed head between her fat, clean lips then sat heavily to impale herself. Tom held motionless as Abby began to grind her clit against his pubic bone, wanking herself with smooth, rhythmic gyrations.

Andy gingerly placed his knees astride his friend's legs, letting his cock fall against Abby's waiting backside, her slithering motion bringing his erection to tap, tap, probe, into her. A crowd of partygoers passing by drowned Abby's instruction to "slime it up first."

"What?"

"Lubrication. Wet it."

"How?"

Abby pressed her belly into Tom's, arching her back and reaching behind for Andy.

Tom squirmed as he felt his friend's knob-end slide over his balls and up the underside of his dick. "What's wrong? Don't you like a bit of bell-end?" Laughed Abby as she continued to lather Andy's head in her slime and juices. "Ooh" She teased. "Two cocks in one hole. Never tried that before." She breathed into Tom's face "Push it in Andy. I want to feel what it's like." Andy hesitated momentarily before sliding his prick along Tom's hardness, slowly filling Abby until his balls rested against Andy's. "You stay still Tom. Andy, you fuck me now."

Tom was astonished at both the sensation of his pal's dick against his own and also at his own greater arousal. His hips began to move and he soon found himself almost delighted at this strange twist. Abby called a halt to the double fucking and insisted that Andy was slimy enough now and to stick it where it was meant to go. Andy needed no further encouragement and raising himself slightly began working his cock-head into Abby's arse. After very few thrusts from the spit-roasting Abby's wailing could be heard streets away as she gushed her orgasm loudly and wetly over Tom's groin and belly. Both boys began pushing hard and deep wanting the same.

"Stop, stop." Commanded Abby sensing their imminent arrival. "Same hole again. Andy put your cock in my cunt again. Just a minute. Now. Push. Push it all in. Fuck me. Fuck me you dirty bastards."

Raising her knee, Abby slid to one side. "Keep going you dirty fucks." She urged as she moved slowly and carefully so that only half their length was the deepest they could both press. "Oh yes. You dirty fucking bastards. Fuck me." Sliding on slick skin Abby moved so that only the head of the boys' cocks could penetrate. "That is so good. Fuck that feels good." 

Tom and Andy continued sliding their cocks together, each trying to drive deepest, and both enjoying the unexpected delight of frotting with the other, until there was no twat to restrain them, just slithering hardness against groins and bellies. And sudden eruptive, arching greased orgasm engulfing them both. They neither saw, nor cared about the flash.

- - -

"Well?" coaxed Julie and Anne. "Did you?"

"Did I what?"

"You know fucking well, what."

"Yes. And you owe me fifty quid."

"Show."

Abby flourished the gloss. "Just a sample." She teased. "Next Thursday they want to watch."

"Watch what?"

"You two."

"Why?"

"To get them in the mood for the shower scene." 



Tricks and Treats



Claire simply couldn't believe it... Where did the time go? The September long weekend was past, the kids had been back at school for a few weeks and now Halloween was approaching. Was she getting old? she wondered. Did time actually speed up after you hit 40? She didn't like to think so, but...

With just a few days to go until Halloween, Claire was rushing around, trying to find the kids some decent costumes to wear. For the first time, she and Steve weren't going to have to entertain them for Halloween. After a few years of going door to door, trick or treating, the kids were old enough to have a Halloween party at school, complete with costumes. And afterward, a friend from down the street had invited the kids for an evening party. 

And wouldn't you know it, she thought, after years of turning down adult Halloween party invitations because of the kids, they weren't invited anywhere this year. No doubt because they had turned everybody down for so long. Oh well, maybe something last minute would happen.

Finally, Steve thought to himself, no Halloween with the kids this year. No bundling them up for the cold, no standing out in the street while they collected their loot from the neighbours, no picking through candy to make sure nothing dangerous was tossed in with it. And no invitations to lame parties... He and Claire could stay home and relax; let somebody else entertain the kids for the evening. Hmmm, he wondered. Halloween was on a Monday this year. Could there be a Monday Night Football game on? He hoped so.

Jillian, of course, wanted to be a puppy. She loved animals and always wanted to be a puppy. James was a little older and a martial arts fan. He, of course, wanted to be a Ninja again. Claire had found a couple of suitable costumes and, with a school pamphlet in hand, decided that, for safety's sake, she'd facepaint them, rather than have them wear masks. Masks didn't offer much visibility and she wanted the kids to have a safe and fun holiday. Looking over the paints in a local store, she picked out a couple of packages with suitable colours – there'd even be enough for her to paint her own face in order to hand out candy at the door.

Damn it, thought Steve. He was all set for a quiet Halloween night with beer, pizza and football. But when he had mentioned his thoughts to Claire, she hit the roof. Just because the kids weren't going to be home and nobody had invited them to a party didn't mean they couldn't enjoy Halloween. Whatever. So now he was in charge of carving the Jack O' Lanterns, one for Jillian and one for James, to put in the window on Halloween night. The kids always had their own. Worse yet, Claire expected him to come up with a stupid costume so they could give candy away at the door. Shit. What a waste of time.

Claire was fuming after the argument with Steve. Beer? Pizza and football? Just because nobody had invited them to a party? No way was Steven going to get off that easy. She was going to get a big bowl of Halloween candy to hand out, she'd get a good costume and they'd have fun together. It was settled. 

The morning after the argument, Claire was getting ready for work and trying to find something to wear. Steve was downstairs with the kids, getting them breakfast before he left for work. Standing before the full-length mirror on her closet door, she stopped to look at herself. Her shoulder-length black hair had no grey in it and her body, on close inspection, hadn't sagged too much despite the two kids, she thought. Still looking in the mirror, she undid her bra and tossed it on the bed, then slid off her panties. Gazing critically once again, she noticed some sag in her breasts and a little tummy bulge that hadn't completely gone away after Jillian's birth. The legs were still very good, she thought, and the fine hair of her pubic patch was still jet black. All in all, she thought, still pretty fuckable for an older woman.

Striking a couple of poses before the mirror, she pondered a costume for herself. Lifting her breasts, she thought of the kids' costumes and smiled. She knew what she was going to do for a costume this year.

After waiting in line at the grocery store, where pumpkins were in short supply because he had left buying them until Oct. 29, Steve looked at what he was left with. One small pumpkin, kind of lopsided, could have a tiny scary face carved into it. The other one, big, but kind of flattened on top, would be okay with a wide face cut into it. Sighing, he figured Sunday football games on TV would be put on hold while he carved the Jack O' Lanterns for Monday night. And as to a costume? He had no friggin' idea. 

Driving home from work on Friday, the 28th, Claire stopped in at a sex shop she'd noticed en route. She'd never darkened the store's door, but she knew what she needed for her costume. 

"What can I do for you," asked a Goth-y looking clerk behind the counter.

"Oh, just looking," said Claire, walking away from the young man who she thought had leered at her. Walking down the aisles, she took in the dildos, French Maid costumes (which she pondered), porn videos and sex games. A little embarrassed and flushed, she finally found what she wanted near the back of the store. Body paint. The kids' facepaint had given her the idea and Steve's crankiness about having fun on Halloween had given her another. She was going to wear nothing but body paint when she went downstairs Halloween night. That'd show Steve. She'd tease the hell out of him for being such a poor sport.

But what colours? Looking at a shelf beyond the paint, she noticed a couple of cat masks and a half-face tiger mask. Yes. Orange and black it would be. She'd be a sexy tiger, that would work. She picked up half a dozen large containers of paint. She had no idea how much a person might need, and was too embarrassed to ask the Goth behind the counter. And if she changed her mind, she wanted other colours, just in case.

At home after dinner, with Steve in front of the TV downstairs and the kids playing noisily in their rooms, Claire pulled out her cache of body paint. Opening the orange, she applied some to her arm, trying to figure out how much it would take and how long to apply it. The bright orange went on smoothly and felt quite nice, actually. This would definitely work, she thought.

During the typical busy weekend, they did some shopping, took the kids to swim lessons and, as he had feared, Steve was stuck carving Jack O' Lanterns on Sunday during the football games. Still, once he got carving, he settled in and kind of enjoyed himself, though he'd never admit it to Claire. The small pumpkin had a tiny devil's face, with horns, cut into it, while the big one had long narrow eyes, fangs and a triangular nose. Sitting them on a bookshelf, he thought they looked just fine. But when Claire called from the kitchen to ask whether he had a costume or not, he swore to himself, but said, "yeah, sure. What do you think?"

Looking at the pumpkins, he had an idea. He'd just cut the bottom out of the big one and wear it like a stupid costume. That should be good enough for Claire. Even kinda artsy, he thought. That night, he found a tub of the body paint on the floor of their closet. Must be what Claire was going to use for the kids' costumes, he thought. Although this was green and they were going as a puppy and a Ninja, so it didn't quite make sense. Looking at the green paint, an idea occurred to him. A pumpkin head and the pumpkin plant would be? Green, of course. Laughing to himself, he knew what his costume would be. The big pumpkin on his head; the green paint all over the rest of him. That'd show Claire he could come up with a good costume on his own. And if she wanted him to hand out candy, well, he couldn't very well scare the neighbourhood kids, could he? That'd work.

Halloween morning was a busy one, what with getting the puppy and Ninja in costume and off to school. From after school until 8 p.m. though, the kids would be at the neighbour's house for dinner and the Halloween party. Claire fussed with their facepaint and costumes and finally pronounced they were ready for Halloween. She and Steve gave each other a peck on the cheek on the way to work.

After work, they were both home for dinner and Steve whipped up some scallops and linguini in white wine sauce which was delicious. Looking across the table, Claire said, "I hope you have your costume ready."

"Of course I do. Do you?"

"Of course. And I'm going upstairs right now to put it on. Don't come up there, it's a surprise."

"I won't," he said, "I've got mine downstairs here. It's a surprise too."

Steve took the big pumpkin he had carved into the kitchen, flipped it over and cut out a large circle with a chef's knife. The opening was too small for his head, so he cut a little more, then tried it again. It fit, although he couldn't see too well out of it. With it resting on his shoulders, he could only see ahead out of the nose and down at the floor through the teeth and fangs. It was kind of heavy too. Oh well. 

Heading into the downstairs bathroom, he pulled the body paint from under a cabinet where he'd hidden it. Stripping down, he tossed his clothes in a corner and looked at what he could see of himself naked in the mirror over the sink. Well, he thought, they say dark colours are slimming. Maybe the old love handles won't be as obvious. 

Dipping his fingers into the paint, he began applying at his neck, then moved down his arms and chest, where it matted a little in the hair. Straining to reach around his back, he smeared the dark green under his arms and as far as he could reach behind him. Covering his belly, he then started at his feet and worked up; again, the paint matted a bit in the hair on his legs. He smoothed it over his ass, even between his cheeks. As he did, his cock was hardening. It never took much... Finally, he was pretty well covered all over, except at his crotch. 

Should he put the stuff on his cock? He wasn't sure. Reading the label on the paint wasn't much help; it didn't say if there were places it shouldn't be put. But he looked stupid as he was; green all over except his cock and balls, which were their usual winter white colour. Looking at himself in the mirror, he had a sudden inspiration. 

As he stepped out of the bathroom, Claire called from upstairs. "Are you ready down there? Kids will be showing up soon."

"I'm almost ready. Are you ready?"

"Just about." In their bedroom, Claire examined herself in the full-length mirror. Her face was now a light orange, with black lipstick, eyeliner and whiskers. A few whisps of hair were gelled into ears. The rest of her was covered in diagonal orange and black tiger stripes. Each breast was a different colour and her pubic hair was blended into a black stripe across her pelvis. Except for a tiny spot between her shoulder blades that she just couldn't reach, she now looked like a tiger from head to toes. She was happy with the effect; hard nipples and all from applying the paint.

Downstairs, Steve had turned up the thermostat because he felt cold and he had finished his costume. Now more in the spirit of the occasion, he lit a couple of dozen candles all over the downstairs and turned off all the lights. Hitting play on the CD player, classic blues wafted into the living room. Moving to a dark corner of the living room, he yelled upstairs... "Hey Claire, I'm ready for Halloween, are you? I thought you said kids will be showing up right away. Are we giving out candy this year or what?" Laughing to himself, he waited for Claire to come down the stairway. He didn't know if he should jump out and try to surprise her, or...

At the top of the stairs, Claire noticed the lights were out and was pleased that Steve had done something to create an eerie, Halloween-y effect. Feeling a little foolish, she started down the stairs. She wasn't going to be handing out candy at the door, but Steve could still do that.

Watching, Steve couldn't quite tell in the dark what costume Claire had on as she came down the stairs. But when she reached the bottom where several candles were lit, the soft light fell across her bare, tiger-striped body. The colours on her skin seemed enhanced by shadows from the candlelight. 

"Wow," said Steve from inside the pumpkin, looking out through its nose. "That's amazing."

"You like?" said Claire, spinning around on the bare balls of her feet so he could see all of her. 

"No shit I like. You look incredible."

Claire looked to the dark corner where Steve was standing. She could see the big pumpkin and the small pumpkin, lit, below it. But Steve's dark green was camouflaging him. "And what do we have here?" Moving toward Steve, she gave an impression of a cat's movements. Sinuous, stretching her way across the room to him. Steve didn't move. As she got closer, she realized he was wearing the big pumpkin as a mask.

Looking lower, she saw that he was holding the small lit pumpkin at his groin. Now right in front of him, she saw that he too was all bare, but for green body paint. "Hmmmm... Looks like I missed putting some of that paint away." She ran her fingers over Steve's green chest, feeling the lightly matted paint there. Running her fingers down his belly, she touched his fingers, which were gripping the small pumpkin in front of him. "Cute pumpkin," she whispered.

Still with her fingers on Steve's hands, she moved to almost kneel in front of him, disappearing from his view. She didn't want paint on the floor. At the pumpkin's level, she looked inside through the devil's face. "My, my. What an interesting Jack O' Lantern we have here." Standing again where Steve could see her through the nose hole, she looked down and removed the top of the pumpkin. Then giggled. Steve had a cut a hole in the back of the pumpkin and his unpainted cock and balls were now inside it. Along with a tiny flashlight that was providing illumination.

"Very imaginative, Steve. I guess we're not going to be giving out much candy, are we?"

"The hell with the candy. This is already the best Halloween we've had."

Claire put the top back on the pumpkin, then stepped away from him. "Stay here." Moving to the kitchen, she brought back the big bowl of mini chocolate bars she thought they'd give out to the kids. Popping off the top of the little pumpkin again, she reached inside and caressed Steve's stiff cock lightly. "What a big surprise you have there, young man."

"It's just for you," he said, wanting to just drop the pumpkin. 

"You're too kind," she said. "But we must remember that it is Halloween." And with that, she dumped several of the chocolate bars into the pumpkin with his manhood. "Now come here." Taking one of his hands as he fumbled to hold the small pumpkin with the other, she pulled him into the centre of the room. Then she gathered several of the burning candles and placed them on nearby tables and chairs.

"Now then, let's have a look at you." Like herself, Steve had managed to cover himself in green, except for a spot between his shoulder blades. Looking at him, she admired the way the green covered his ass and legs, even into the crack. She ran her fingers over his back, then his bum, then moved around in front of him again. "My, what a big head you have Mr. Jack O' Lantern. I quite like that in a pumpkin." She could see Steve smiling inside his pumpkin.

Reaching down to the small pumpkin, she removed its lid with one hand while rummaging around for a chocolate bar with the other; touching him slightly as she did so. Holding it up, she said, "want one?" In the pumpkin, Steve nodded. Claire peeled the wrapper from the bar, then slid it through the pumpkin mouth to Steve's. He gobbled it.

Reaching to the pumpkin again, she rummaged around and took out another bar. She looked into the pumpkin again. "Do you mind if I have one?" Steve shook his head and the pumpkin wobbled on his shoulders. Claire unwrapped the bar, then put her face near the pumpkin's nose hole where Steve could see. She placed the end of the bar between her lips, then pushed it into her mouth. Using her tongue, she pushed it back out. She then took the end with her fingertips and slowly slid it in and out of her mouth. "Mmmmmm.

"Want another one?" Steve, anticipating her feeling around for it in the pumpkin, nodded again.

"I'd love one."

Claire fumbled around a little in his pumpkin, brushing his cock with her fingertips, before removing another bar. She opened it and fed it to Steve through the pumpkin's opening again. "I wonder if I should have another?"

"Please do," said Steve. "Have as many as you like."

"I don't know, I've heard they're pretty fattening."

"Ah, they're just tiny little bars. Go ahead and have another."

Claire reached in for another. This time, she wrapped her fingers around him and held him for a few seconds. "Oh, that bigger treat is still in there..."

"Have it if you'd rather."

"Oh, I don't think so, a big yummy like that would definitely be fattening." Claire repeated her performance with the little chocolate bar, so Steve could see; making love to it with her lips. This time, though, she found she was turning herself on as well. Her nipples were now very erect in their orange and black paint, and she was feeling a little wet.

Standing in front of Steve, she took the small pumpkin in her hands and pulled it away from him. Against the dark green paint that surrounded them, his cock and balls stood out whitely. As she gazed at him, Steve reached to take the pumpkin off his head. "Now, now," she said, taking his hands in hers. "It's too early to take our costumes off. You'll have to leave that for a while." She directed his hands to her breasts instead. "Gently now, don't ruin the paint."

Straining to see her through the pumpkin, Steve gently squeezed and kneaded her breasts as he watched her tiger face. As he felt the smooth paint and pinched her nipples lightly with his fingers, she smiled, closed her eyes, wrapped her fingers around his cock and squeezed. Moving a step closer to him, she caressed his balls with her left hand and began stroking him with her right.

Steve moaned as she stroked him; pushing his foreskin back, then pulling it over his head. As she lightly fondled his balls, he couldn't help but pump into her hand, matching her strokes. Eyes open now, Claire pushed Steve's hands from her breasts as she looked down at him. Feeling his warmth, she stroked faster, enjoying the full firm feel of him. 

Badly wanting to watch her handiwork, Steve held the pumpkin on his head and tried to bend over to watch. As he did, though, he bumped the top of Claire's head with the pumpkin. "Ouch," she chuckled. "Steady there big boy. Can't see anything?"

"I can't see a fucking thing," he whined. "C'mon Claire, let me take this damn thing off."

"After all the trouble you went to on that costume? Not yet, big boy. Keep your big head on."

"Awww. Claire."

Looking into the pumpkin, Claire leered at him as she ran her hands over his chest. Then she left his view as she squatted in front of him. Feeling cool air on her pussy, she ran a finger lightly between her lips. So wet. Looking again at Steve's cock, she pulled his foreskin back and ran her tongue over the head. Licking his peehole, she squeezed his shaft as he groaned. Holding his shaft, she parted her black lips with his cock, slowly taking him deep into her mouth. Leaving him deep, she fondled his balls until she needed more air. Popping off him, she sucked his head into her mouth and tongued him. 

At that, Steve couldn't take any more. Reaching up, he lifted the pumpkin off his head and set it on a shelf within reach. Looking down, he saw that Claire's eyes were closed again in pleasure and she had him firmly between her black lips. As he watched she sucked on him, cheeks puffing in and out, then moved up and down his shaft twisting her head as she did. He could hardly take his eyes off her, but he felt the old familiar pressure building. But when she started lightly humming, he had had enough.




Tricks and Treats



Putting his hands on the sides of her head, he pulled out of her mouth. She looked up at him and he pulled her to her feet. He pulled her close and kissed her black lips. She responded with tongue as he squeezed her bum cheeks firmly. 

He wanted to hold her tightly, but she pushed him away. "Don't wreck the paint Steve. I want to look like a tiger all night. Or, at least, until the kids get home."

Steve glanced at the time on the DVD player and saw it was already 6:30 p.m. The kids would be home in less than two hours!

"Let's take this upstairs, then, babe," he whispered. 

"Let's."

Taking her hand, he led her to the stairs, where they each picked up a couple of candles in holders. Claire then headed up the steps, with Steve behind her, watching her orange and black cheeks moving seductively in the candlelight. 

In their bedroom, they placed the candles on dressers. Claire looked at the bed. "I don't want this paint everywhere, it could make a big mess."

"What then?" asked Steve, who moved close and ran his hands over her back, then cupped her cheeks.

Claire looked across the bed at the full-length mirror. She could dimly see the two of them. Leaning forward, she bent so her hands were on the bed, with her bum pointing back at Steve. He watched as she moved her feet wide apart on the floor, opening herself to him. 

Not needing further encouragement, he stepped forward and placed his cock against her. She gasped as she felt the heat of his head against her lips. His hands on her hips, Steve pushed into her wetness, easing himself in full length. Then he pulled out to stop with his head between her lips. When he stopped, Claire bucked back against him, impaling herself once again.

Looking over her striped back, Steve looked at her cheeks and began steadily fucking, building up a nice, even rhythm. In and out. Pause. In and out. Pause. Claire's eyes were closed in pleasure, but when she opened them, she saw them fucking in the reflection of the mirror. As she watched, her breasts swayed to Steve's rhythm and she could see a big smile on his face as he looked at her in the mirror.

She'd never seen herself fucking or being fucked before and she couldn't tear her eyes away from the scene. There they were: Steve behind her, smiling as he fucked her and looking into the mirror; and there she was, smiling with her black lips as he fucked her – breasts swaying and tiger striped arms holding her up from the bed. It was incredibly erotic.

She kept watching as Steve fucked her faster and she moved against him to match his rhythm. The smell of sex now permeated the room and, wet as she was, the happy, sloppy sounds of fucking seemed to fill the room. 

"Almost ready?" he whispered as if not wanting to break a trance. 

"Mmm. Hmmm," was all she could manage in reply. She bit her lip as she felt an orgasm approaching and squeezed him with her pussy. Steve fucked faster, plunging deeply, wetly, noisily into her as she bucked against him. Her bum cheeks slapped against him and she could feel wetness trickle down her thighs. Finally, as he drove deep into her he stayed there and, a split second later, as waves of pleasure coursed through her body, he came inside her, filling her with his warmth. She came as well and her pulsating pussy seemed timed to match Steve's throbbing.

Looking at him in the mirror Claire smiled as he emptied himself into her and her juices mixed with his own. He smiled back and stopped, deep inside her. He squeezed his cock inside her and she responded by squeezing back with her muscles.

Still inside her, he squeezed her cheeks and gently began to move in and out of her pussy, further mixing their juices as he did so. As more wetness ran down her thighs, Steve pulled out. Standing, she turned to him and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. "I think it's okay to mess up this paint now," she whispered. Kissing her black eyes, he pressed his softening cock against her belly and wrapped his arms around her. 

"That was unbelievable," he whispered. "Incredible. Without question, that was the best Halloween I've ever had."

"Mmm. Hmmm," she whispered back. "And you thought you weren't going to enjoy Halloween this year." Pulling away from him, she looked into his eyes and reached down to his cock. "But maybe you'd have rather just watched football tonight?"

Steve looked into her eyes and smiled. "Okay, okay, you were right. I was wrong. This was the very best."



Tricks and Treats



He picked it up after work, rushing he needed to get ready for his date. Sarah. Before he would pop the question he had to find out. Jay said this would work, he would know by the end of the evening. And Jay had proof. Jay had videos and 'wow' were they ever convincing. 

Jay the stud got every woman he ever wanted to do anything he ever wanted them to do. They came back begging for more. He said he ordered it straight from the Orient where they actually knew what an aphrodisiac was supposed to do.

Showered, dressed, groomed, Rick was ready. He stepped to the kitchen bar and prepared a special treat. His own brand of wine laced with 'God help me Cum or I'm going to scream!' Then he heard the knock at his door. 

'Let the party begin.'

"Sarah," he sighed. "My God you're a vision." He took her hands and drew her inside slipping behind her to bump the door closed with a hip. Hands moving to her shoulders he removed her light shawl and dropped a kiss on that smooth silky sweet shoulder.

She tried to turn in his arms, but he held her with just enough pressure to let her know it wasn't what he wanted. He nuzzled her neck and whispered in her ear, "Just let me admire you, sweetheart, just a few minutes." "Please," he added because she always gave in to that word. Tonight it could be her undoing or her... undoing. He smiled a secret smile behind her ear as he took in the sweet smell of her perfume.

"I... I thought we were going out...," she was panting it a little.

"We are, oh we are, my pet. I just wanted you all to myself for a few more minutes. Here," he said as he walked to the bar. He slowly pulled her along. "Try this. I had it sent up from the vineyards just this morning. It's my own special blend. I plan to market it overseas later this year if the testing goes well."

"Testing?" she took the delicate flute from him and swirled the contents of the most beautiful ruby colored liquid she had ever seen. A delicate sniff gave her the sensation of a great strawberry field. "Mmm..." 

"Yes and it looks like it's passing the first one. Attractiveness."

The way he was eyeing her made her squirm a little so that she wasn't sure if they were still discussing the wine. She wore the outfit he had delivered to her. It was a bit tight a bit slinky. Black clingy silk dress that barely caressed her midthigh. The heavy silver cross that draped provocatively between the cleft of her lovely endowment. The dress itself cut so low in the front she had to forego wearing a bra. The silk black dropped over pointed hat of what could only be called a slut witch.

It was a Halloween party and she wouldn't know anyone there. She chose to be daring for him this one time. She felt so wicked and dirty she had almost cried off, but the tickets were ten thousand a plate. So this once and she would make it clear after the party that it was never to happen again. Next time if he wanted her to play dress up he would have plenty of time to pick out something more appropriate.

He toasted her good looks and his great luck at finding her. Then he bade her try his wine. He sipped gently over the rim as his eyes followed her lips to the glass. He watched that perfectly pouty mouth pull back, her throat swallow gracefully and the tip of her tongue dart out to catch the droplet on her lower lip.

"Oh, Rick, this is wonderful. It's bound to be a big hit overseas! Maybe you should even think about marketing it worldwide," she bubbled.

"Mmhmm..." he watched her closely and lifted his glass to his lips again encouraging her to do the same with just a look. She lifted her glass and joined him in the celebratory drink and matched him as he downed the whole flute. Her eyes going wide as she tried to keep up.

She swayed a bit as she lowered the glass and Rick took it from her placing it down on the bar.

"Wow, what a rush!"

"Yes it does have quite the kick, pet. Shall we go?"

Sarah held her head a moment, but realized she felt really good not sick like she thought would follow the slight lightheadedness. Smiling up to Rick, she watched him cross over to the sofa, pick up his floor length black satin cloak with the red silk lining and swirl it over his shoulders. Placing a top hat on his black straight shiny hair already pulled back in a queue, he looked like sex in a tuxedo. 

'Oh, crap... Sarah keep your mind out of the gutter,' she thought. Out loud she asked, "Don't you think it's a little warm in here?"

"Yes darling it is. I'll turn up the air for us so it's cooler when we return." He came to her, helping her back into her shawl and led her towards the door.

"Um... you're taking me home after the party right?" she asked a little dazed as she moved a bit too quickly.

"Yes pet. I am. I am taking you home after." He smiled and locked the door behind them.

He had the car brought around and waiting. His driver already had the car warmed up and the door open. Inside sat two glasses and some more of that special wine. This time minus the special ingredient. Wouldn't be good to over do it on the first night or so Jay had warned him.

He handed her into the back and climbed in after her. She looked a bit uncomfortable as she wiggled her ass on the seat looking for a more pliable spot. Rick chuckled silently to himself. Her skirt road up a few inches on her thigh. She didn't even seem to notice.

The car pulled away from the curb and Sarah was thinking desperately how she wished she had begged off now. It made no sense, it was like the new material of her panties 'well thong included in outfit' tonight was riding up between her legs and seemed to penetrate her pussy. The more she moved the more it seemed to burn. A slow burn pushing its way deeper into her cleft.

"Baby, are you alright?" he tried to seem concerned about her predicament but was only mocked by his cock stiffening in anticipation.

"I'm... fine really," she replied as she valiantly tried to lock her legs together to stifle the burn that now had a tingling itch following it and spreading deep inside her. She was dying to slip her hand down and rub away some of the irritation. It was totally humiliating and she was sure she couldn't confess to Rick.

He tried to engage her in conversation but she seemed greatly distracted. 

"Honey, what's wrong? You seem distressed."

Oh the misery was causing her to press deeply in the seat and try to rub her crotch against the leather. It only made it worse. Something, anything, she had to stop the burning. It was started to build a knot in her lower belly. When she turned to look at him the silk of her dress brushed against her nipples and caused an electric shot of pure, 'oh my god' pleasure.

'Groan' 

She looked hard to see if that had come from Rick. With mortification it hit her, that was her own voice. Her face reddened and she buried it in her hands.

"Oh I don't know what's wrong," she wailed suddenly. His arms came around her comfortingly but the moment rubbed everything at once and she moaned loudly. In tears now she tried to explain.

"I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm so sorry but I seem to be allergic to these clothes. I feel a burn and tingle everywhere. What can I do, Rick?" 

"Well pet, where did it start?" He petted her hair consolingly. 

"I... I... it's," she was burning crimson now unable to continue she patted her skirt nearest her crotch and started crying in earnest. 

He laid his hand over hers; she jerked and tried to pull away. They had never taken that step. She wanted to save herself for him for marriage. The burning intensified when he pressed down holding her hand in place.

"Now pet, if you want me to help." He tilted her chin up with his other hand and kissed the tears from her cheeks and lips. She found herself eagerly nip his bottom lip and begin to suck on it. The burn turned into heat and spread throughout her belly. It was much better than the burning.

Before she was completely aware of it, he had her dress up enough to place her hand directly over her small triangle of material coving her crotch. She pulled away enough from his oh so delicious mouth to feel where her hand was and tried to jerk it away.

He held it firm.

"Honey, pet, you have to apply some pressure, maybe rub it a little and see if that helps. He moved his hand to watch. Gingerly she applied pressure. It felt so much better so she pressed a little harder and began to circle her fingers over her labia. She laid back her head on the seat.

"I think... it might be ok by the time we get there. Rick, I'm so embarrassed"

"Think nothing of it, pet. I just want you to be happy tonight. The party should be a lot of fun, don't you think?" He winked at the driver when he caught him glancing in his rearview mirror. The driver reddened up but kept glancing back often.

"Mmm... yes!" Sarah seemed to have forgotten where she was as she rubbed every inch of the burning tingling pussy lips thru the material of her thong. She wanted desperately to slide her fingers between the lips of her pussy and follow that wonder tingling heat to her center.

She only groaned when Rick accidentally rubbed his forearm across her pebble hard nipples reaching for the wine glasses. He rubbed his erection through his pants with his other palm. He spread her legs a little more as she slipped deeper into the seat. Taking the glass of wine, he placed the cold moist glass against her thigh and traced a path to her busy hand.

Lifting her hand he placed her glass in it and pressed it tight against her crotch. 

"Try this pet." She sighed delightfully and began to rub her hot burning cunt up and down the bowl of the glass slow and using her palm to roll it in the crease showing wet now through her panties. The limo jerked a little as the driver caught his breath and tried to concentrate back on his driving. Wine splashed out on Sarah's hand and inner thighs and soaked her panties.

"Oh now look what you've done, pet" Rick admonished her in mock sternness. The horror of her embarrassment. She choked on more tears as she felt the cruel nastiness of the fact it felt so good. All cold and wet, hot and tingling, running down her thighs and around the stem of the glass.

"Just this once, pet. Let me help you." And the magic word, "Please."

He knelt down in the more than ample limo and moved in between her spread legs. She gasped at the first touch, his tongue hot, wet and satiny against her skin. He started where the wine ended on her inner thigh and very eagerly lapped slowly up her legs. She knew somewhere in her mind she should stop him, but she couldn't remember why. It's not intercourse and it's helping the burning flesh of her..... 'Oooo... my ... god!'... pusssssy... 'gheezuz saints christ almighty.'

Screaming and clutching at her boyfriend's hair, she flung herself back in the seat arching her hips. Still teasing around the edges of the thong he reached up with both hands and ripped the undergarment from her ass. 

Sarah gasped at the realization. Just as quickly she screamed his name, tossing her head side to side as his tongue rammed home inside the flaming hot soaking wet hole of her tortured pussy.

He gave her no mercy. She tasted so fucking good. He pried her pussy lips apart with is thumbs and dug in deeper. He licked and lapped till he had all her juices. Then he suckled her clit till she filled up and over-flowed with more for him. He sucked long and hard, licking, sucking, and licking.

She tried in vain to pull his head up. The limo had come to a stop; she had no idea when it had. Her hips were bucking in Rick's hands and his mouth relentlessly clung to her clit like a starving puppy. Even though she knew the driver must be watching, struggling to muffle her screams that only reduced themselves to groans of pleasure, she still couldn't stop herself... not now!

Rick sensed with her muscles bunching and her hips well arched and with the stranglehold she had on his head, she was near the edge. He rammed the tip of his tongue as deep in her clit as he could and three fingers shot in her hole at the exact right moment.

Sarah screamed and screamed and screamed out her release. Her cunt clamped down hard on Rick's hand. He bit down on her tender swollen button and felt the flood of hot cum splash over his fingers forcing its way past and saturating his hand. 'Damn she's a cummer!'

Her body rocked with tremors as she came back to reality. She squeezed her eyes tight and tried to cover herself with her hands. Rick just ssh'd her and gently pushed them away, her knees still spread open to him. He picked up the torn thong and passed it over the seat to his driver. He was rewarded with a few muffled grunts. He was then handed back a nice saturated cum soaked shred of cloth which he slipped into the mini fridge for keeping.

Gently he cleaned up his slut and put her clothes back to rights. Minus the panties. That would make the evening all that more slutty for them both.

"There there, pet, freshen your makeup. We are at the party." He sat back rubbing his raging hard on. The shit was working on him too. He'd given her the little extra. You know, a little goes a long way, but a bit more goes further. He chuckled quietly to himself and looked forward to the night.

Sarah dug in her purse mortified. Rick was acting just like nothing had just happened. He was so sweet. He must think her an awful slut now. He probably hoped this evening would end soon. Any thoughts of marriage to him were now crushed. Her only hope to make it through this awful evening with as much dignity as she could muster up. She didn't want to embarrass him in front of his friends.

Unfortunately the driver picked just that moment to wink at her. The shame brushed her entire body in pink tones. Rick thought it was beautiful and the night had only begun.

To be continued...



Tricks and Treats



„Wow, thank you for introducing us to each other” I told Jenny, nodding towards the elevator as it closed its doors. “When I asked you if you knew someone I could take to the Birchwood Building Halloween Party, I never thought you would find such a gorgeous girl.” 

I was referring to Emma, Jenny’s friend who just had lunch with us in the cafeteria of the building. She was a smart, sociable brown-haired thirty-something beauty who had stunning looks and what’s more, seemed to like me as well. I saw her several times in the building, but either I was in a hurry or she was running somewhere, so I never had the chance to say more than just a “Good morning!” However, I wanted to change that and when Jenny said she knew her, I decided that this was my chance. I wanted to take her to the Halloween Party, an event organized by the cafeteria of the building.

It was a costume party with a buffet dinner, and quite a successful one for the last two years, although the success was not necessarily a result of the otherwise very good organization. While I could not be there last year, Jenny told me later that most people used the occasion to have sex upstairs. She also got lucky that night in one of the offices on the seventh floor and she saw at least two other couples next door and several others as she came down the stairs.

“Well, I didn’t have to think that hard. She already repeatedly asked me to introduce her to the handsome guy she saw regularly in my company. And as you asked me if I knew someone who could come with you to the party, I took the liberty to make you meet each other…”

“You did a great job, Jenny. I think she is a wonderfully refreshing woman and I think it would be great if we could hit it off…” I said, but I noticed that she wanted to say something more.

“OK, spit it out, what is the but?”

“She comes in a package.”

“Married with children?” I asked a bit disappointedly.

“Only the second part. She is divorced.” Jenny said, and then added, “She explicitly asked me to tell this to you.  

“Oh, then I don’t see a problem,” I said.

“No?” Jenny asked with a surprised look.

“Jenny, I’m not twenty any more. Most of the women I have dated during the last years have kids. One has to accept that. But I don’t want to see a jealous husband standing armed on my porch.”

“Fair enough.” Jenny said smiling. “Well, you might also want to know how we became friends.”
“I assume this means you two did not meet here, in the building, right?”

“Right. We met in the club I visit every now and then,” Jenny said in an uneasy voice, even though she knew that unlike her family, I did not have any issues with her sexual adventures.

The club was an all-female invite-only exclusive club where women who had an aptitude for exhibitionism had the possibility to gratify their passion. Those who wanted to show how they danced, played with toys or pleased themselves had the chance to do so in front of an audience.

Clothing both for the performers and for the audience was optional, but those who wanted to remain incognito had the possibility to wear masks. No professionals were allowed and sex or physical interaction was prohibited. 

 “Did she also ask you to tell me that as well? ” I asked intrigued.

“Yes, she actually did. When I told her that you and I were friends since kindergarten, she said you would most probably find it out sooner or later one way or the other,” Jenny said. “I must tell you she was quite an expert with toys.”

“You know it’s OK for me. Actually this makes her even more interesting.” I said as I drank the last drops of my espresso.

“Soooo,” Jenny summed up, “she said if you were still interested, give her a call. I can give you her number.”

She wrote down the number and we went back to our office. Our small family firm rented two offices on the second floor of the Birchwood Building, a small office building located at the edge of the town, close to the highway. Several small companies rented office space on the first six floors as the location was good, the offices were in excellent condition, yet the prices were relatively modest. Ours was dealing with heating systems, while the one Emma worked for imported home decoration from Central America. There were about twelve other small companies in the building. The seventh floor was occupied by the large construction company who renovated the building itself about two years ago.

I checked my e-mails, made some calls, and then I decided to make a visit to the sixth floor. I didn’t want to call Emma over the phone, I wanted to visit her and ask her to come with me to the party personally.

I knocked on her door and she opened it while she was talking to someone on her mobile. When she saw me, she waved me to go in. Her office was large, but looked more like a storage room than a normal office. Central American rugs, jugs, potteries, statues and even panpipes were kept in cardboard boxes all around the place. She had a proper desk with a laptop in one corner as well, but approximately that was all her stuff.

“Sam, I’ll go and check those headdresses but I can assure you those are not authentic feathers on them… No, those are simple goose feathers…I’ll be there around three…Yes, yes I will…No Sam, don’t panic…OK Sam, bye,” she said in an obviously agitated manner. She ended the call and looked up to the ceiling and shook her head. Then she looked at me and her features immediately softened.

“Sorry, we seem to have some trouble with a shipment as the customs says it contains feathers from endangered species. I’ll have to go there and straighten things out… But you are here for a different reason, I guess,” she said. “Come with me to the other room, this place is a mess now.”

She led me to the office that was directly on the other side of the corridor. This room was completely different. It had floorboards instead of the wall-to-wall carpets normally used in the offices, it was nicely furnished with high quality rugs, seats and a table; there was even some kind of carved totem pole, depicting probably an Aztec god. Dark curtains could be used to make a dim light in the room, but those were now drawn aside to let the sunshine in. The room was also equipped with a small bar and a coffee machine. It obviously served as a meeting room. Emma sat down into one of the chairs and asked me to sit into the one right next to her.

“Interesting room,” I mentioned as I sat down.

“Yes, this is our exclusive meeting room. We have a web shop where people can buy our stuff, but those are either replicas or mass produced items. They look authentic and are hand crafted but they are not unique in any way. You could have seen some of those in my room. But we also have a VIP section for those who want to buy really exotic things from Central America for their homes. We meet them here, discuss all the details and sign the contracts.”

“Hmmm, I see. Sounds interesting. You like it?”

“Well, at first it was a bit strange for me, but I had to find a job on short notice and I did not have too many options.”

“Because of the divorce?” I asked, maybe a bit bluntly, but she did not seem to be offended.

“Yes. So Jenny told you about that part of my life, right?”

“She said that you were divorced and that you had kids. But I don’t see why you are so worried about that,” I answered, although I suspected the reason.

“Normally when I meet a nice guy, the routine is that we have lunch or a coffee, then I tell them about myself and they never show up again.”

“She also told me about how you two met.” I said.

“And you’re OK with that as well?”

“Well, you probably know that I was the only one who defended Jenny when her family found it out,” I answered. “Although I always considered it a pity that it was female only...” I laughed and she laughed with me. “However, I would really like to know why you started to go there, just as I asked Jenny.”

I tried to make it clear with my gestures that she was free to say “None of your business”, but after a short pause she answered. I was quite surprised how straight she was.

“My ex-husband loved to play sex-games. He also loved to watch me as I played with toys. I never had any objections, but did not consider myself addicted to these things. However, some months after the divorce I found that I actually missed these occasions. I knew about the existence of this club from a friend and when I got an invitation, I decided to go there. 

The first time I was there, I just sat down in the audience. As I later found out, it was Jenny who did a small show that evening. After her performance I invited her for a drink at the bar. We talked and she said I should try it next time.

I went back to the club after a month or so and decided to make a debut performance myself. It was strange, as I have never done such a thing before strangers, but I guess the fact that only other women saw me eased my fears. After maybe a minute I was not nervous at all and I have received lots of positive reactions, especially from Jenny. And so I decided to go there once in a while.”

“You certainly do not try to hide these things,” I said. “May I ask you why?”

“After the divorce I tried to live alone but I soon decided that I didn’t like that. Then I had to learn that being a divorced woman with kids makes finding a partner difficult, to say the least. However, after some time I managed to find someone who accepted this situation. But when we had sex for the first time, I lost my control and made him a small performance. 

It obviously had the opposite effect on him than what I intended to achieve, as the next day he broke up with me and I found myself looking for someone again, this time maybe a little wiser. It was at this time when I first saw you. I already knew Jenny and when I found out that you two were close friends, I asked her about you.

Jenny told me some very nice things about you, especially about how you had supported her when she had problems at home and encouraged her to do what she liked, so I decided that this time I will not try to hide my true self and desires.”

“Well, I’ll have to thank Jenny for that. And now let’s return to the original point of my visit. I would like to ask you to come with me to the party on Friday. But before you say anything, since you were forthright, I’ll be forthright as well, so you have to know that I’m not looking for a Platonic relationship.”

To my greatest joy she did not hesitate at all. “Neither do I,” she said with sparkling eyes. “I’m in,” she said with a smile and gave me a kiss. Her lips were soft and warm, and the warmth spread from her lips over to mine and then all over my body. I kissed back and as our hands met, my fingers wove around hers.

We agreed that I would pick her up at her house on Friday evening. As this was a costume party, we decided to dress up as a farmer couple, and since she knew a good costume place, she ordered the costumes for both of us. Jenny decided to go alone, but hoped to hook up with someone there, so she bought a “slutty maid” dress. I told her that I also wanted to buy Emma a present and asked her if she had an idea. In fact she had, but did not want to tell me what that was. Instead she made me to go shopping with her on Thursday afternoon. To my surprise she took me to a sex store.

“Emma would love any of these,” she said as she showed me some of the stuff.

“Yeah, but she surely has such things already,” I tried to disagree.

“The things she has now she either got from her ex-husband or she bought it alone or with me,” she said. “If she received something from you, it would be something special. Come on, Tom, she’s really looking forward to Friday.”

Finally I bought a didlo about the same size as my cock and following the instructions of Jenny I also bought an anal bead, a flexible silicone rod with seven small, slightly oval balls. I placed them into two separate gift-bags, but decided not to gift-wrap them. I put the didlo into a pink bag and decided to call that one “treat” and the anal bead into a purple one and call that bag “trick”.

On Friday I arrived to the house of Emma at about half past five. Her parents took the kids already in the morning for the whole weekend, so I knew she would be alone. We had plenty of time before the party, as it only started at seven and we did not want to be the first ones. I went up to her door and pushed the doorbell once, then using a thin voice to imitate a child I cried “Trick or treat!“ I carefully hid the small bags behind my back.

First there was nothing, but then I heard Emma laughing as she undid the latch and opened the door. 

“Come in!” she said and I entered.

She was still wearing the short skirt and the blouse she wore that day in the office, but she already removed her bra and also her stockings to feel more comfortable. This changed her appearance from official to casual and gave her a natural look that suited her far better.

When Emma closed the door, I held the two bags in front of me and asked “Trick or treat?”, raising the pink bag when I said treat and the purple one when I said trick. I was a bit nervous, and really hoped that Jenny had given me the right idea for the presents, as I did not want to offend Emma.

“May I take a peek?” she asked mischievously and when I nodded, she playfully looked into the bags. When she saw the contents, her smile broadened and there was plain excitement in her eyes. I immediately felt more relaxed.

“Hmmmm, how about both? Let’s say I get the treat now and the trick later…” she said in a girlish voice, looking at me with wide, playful eyes.

“Oh, all right,” I said with theatrical graciousness. “I guess we still have the time for a treat…”

"Let’s see,” she said as she took the package with the didlo from the bag and held it in her hands as she examined it carefully before opening it. It resembled a normal sized penis, not a monster at all, with no balls and a suction cup that could be used to fix it to the floor or to the cabin of the shower.

“I so love the size and the shape. I guess I’ll have to try it immediately,” she said finally, “to see if it feels as good as it looks like.” She gave me a kiss, and whispered into my ears, “Thank you.”

“Come with me,” she said with a mischievous smile, took my hand and led me into the kitchen-living room area. She opened the package and took it to the bathroom to clean it before use.

I sat down on one of the chairs and looked around. The furniture of the room was simple and inexpensive; the main principle during their selection had obviously been that they had to be easily cleanable. Everything in the room suggested that it was heavily used by children, but there was no unreasonable chaos, only the typical signs.

Emma returned after a few minutes, put the didlo down on the table and sat into my lap, straddling. This position pushed her skirt up and showed me that she had no panties on, and I also had a perfect view on her small but beautiful tits. Her eyes were full of passion as she looked into mine. She put her arms around my neck and we started to kiss. We both closed our eyes and just enjoyed as our tongues played with each other for minutes.

I used my hands to unbutton her blouse and started to fondle her back. Then I started to put small kisses on her breasts, avoiding the hard nipples first, but then I took one into my mouth and massaged the other one using my hand. She moaned softly that turned into a louder “Hahhh” every time I sucked her nipples for a few seconds. 

Then I slowly laid her on the floor and took the didlo from the table. She lied on her back, pulled up her legs and opened them wide. Her skirt was tucked up around her waist and I had perfect access to her nicely shaved pussy.

“Come now, Tom, I’m ready,” she said quaveringly from the excitement. I was also quite excited and had to control my hand to stop shaking.

I gently fondled her slit and I felt that she was indeed completely wet. I took the didlo and held it to her mouth. She took it into her mouth and put a generous amount of saliva on it. Then I put the tip to her pussy and gently moved it up and down between the lips and used it to excite her lit. Finally when it was at the right place, I slowly started to push it into her pussy, only the tip at first, and stopped to see her reaction.

“Oh, Tom, this is feels great. Push it in,” she said encouragingly and I pushed it into her completely.

I moved the didlo in and out of her pussy, gently pulling it out halfway and then pushing it back again. Once I saw that she enjoyed it, I started to move it in and out faster. She started to move her hip up and down. Then I put my tongue to her clit and just held it there. She started to moan louder and moved her hip intensively as I pushed the didlo completely into her again and again, increasing the pace every time I felt she wanted it faster or harder. Her moans became louder as she raised her head to see what I was doing.

“Haaaahhh, baby…yes…yes…yes…, haaaahhhh,” she said finally in a high pitched voice before her orgasm rushed through her body. She dropped her head back onto the carpet and just cried “Haaaahhh…haaaahhh,” as I pushed the didlo in and out without a stop, trying to prolong her climax. When I felt that she had enough, I carefully pulled out the didlo and she just put her hand on her red hot pussy. She needed several minutes to recover. I looked the contented smile on her face and gently kissed her.

“Oh, Tom this is a dangerous toy,” she said once she was able to speak once again. “Especially in your hands,“ she added before she reached out with her hand and I helped her to stand up.

“Come darling, we have to get ready for the party,” I said to her. She went to the bathroom on feeble legs and took a quick shower while I changed into my costume. When we left her place half an hour later and headed to the party, she looked happy and beautiful, and I felt wonderful myself.

We arrived to the party at around eight. At the entrance we received a glass of troll blood – some kind of cocktail that had a sickening green color but definitely did the trick – and looked around. There were approximately a hundred guests, all wearing costumes, laughing, talking and eating. There were two halls, one for those who wanted to sit down and talk or eat and one for those who wanted to dance. A jazz band played in the later, but at this point of the evening there were only a few couples who wanted to dance. 

The tables were decorated with small carved out pumpkins and orange, red and brown balloons hang from every possible place. The food was made to reflect the Halloween feeling as well, with sandwiches shaped like hands, cakes with spiders and cobweb frosting, cookies resembling eyeballs and many more weird things no one would normally eat on any other day of the year.

We looked around and greeted those who we knew. We were looking for Jenny and we found her soon, dancing with another girl in the ring of six men. She was really dressed like a slutty maid and a quite slutty one indeed. The girl she was dancing with was dressed as a fairy, and both girls looked like incarnations of pure sex. I looked at the guys and they obviously enjoyed the show, at least the bulges in their pants gave me that impression. They were dressed identically, wearing green masks to resemble Martians and wore black tuxedos. The way they moved in those made it clear that they probably only wore such clothes once in a decade.

“Jenny and that fairy-girl really know how to draw attention,” Emma said giggling. “And I wouldn’t be surprised if they would end up with all those guys in one of the rooms upstairs.”

I agreed and we both laughed. We did not want to disturb Jenny’s plans, so we just went to the buffet to have something to eat and just talked with a drink in our hands for almost an hour. 




Tricks and Treats



Later, when the band started to play slower songs, we went over to the dance-floor and danced like a couple who’s been together for ages. She was not a great dancer and neither was I, but dancing together just felt right, we always knew what the other wanted and we had a really great time.

At around eleven we went back to the tables to have something to drink. As I handed her the glass, Emma said softly, “I’ve also got a trick and a treat for you. It’s upstairs, in our meeting room on the sixth floor.” She looked at me with an expectant smile.

“Then we should go there immediately,” I said and kissed her softly.

She took my hand and she led me. We had to take the stairs as the elevators were stopped for the night. As we left the party behind, the music and the laughter slowly faded and the unnatural silence of the empty office building weighted down on us. Even the lighting was turned down to minimum and the normally bright and noisy stairway was barely illuminated and was so silent we could hear the echo of our own footsteps.

The sixth floor was completely silent and empty. The corridor was dark, only the green emergency lights were on. When we reached the door to the meeting room, Emma turned to me. She was obviously a bit nervous.

“I want to play a game with you tonight and I set a scene for this purpose,” she said. “If you find anything uncomfortable, just tell me and we will end the game immediately, OK?”

“OK, but just as you said you are all in, I’m all in as well,” I said and kissed her.

“You won’t be disappointed, I promise,” she said with a smile, then took a black scarf from her bag and used it to blindfold me. Then she opened the door and navigated me in. Then she closed the door and I felt that she started to slowly undress me. As she removed my clothes, she kissed and fondled me all over my arms, chest, and legs. Her lips were soft and velvety, yet the darkness and the silence made me feel a bit uneasy.

Then she took my hand and slowly guided me somewhere to the left. I tried to remember the layout of the room, but she obviously rearranged it. Then we stopped and she helped me to sit down. I felt that there was some kind of wooden carving against my back and I realized it had to be the Aztec totem. She took my hands and put some kind of strap around my elbows. They were not fastened and I could have freed myself anytime, but they limited my moves and added even more to the uneasy feeling. Then she stepped away but I could hear in the silence that she took off her clothes and moved around the room.

Then she removed the blindfolds and I looked around. The room was dark, only small, dimmed lights illuminated the room. I was indeed tied to the totem, and a bigger light source placed directly behind it cast long, weird shadows along the floor and onto the opposite wall. Emma stood directly in front of me. 

She was completely naked except for a matching ornate belt and a headband, both fitting the theme of the room. She was absolutely sexy with her nice figure, her long, brown hair, her small tits and her nicely shaved pussy. My cock immediately hardened when I saw her and Emma gave me a satisfied smile. 

“Welcome to my little fantasy,” she said as she took a bowl from the table next to the door. She kneeled down in front of me and slowly poured some of the liquid onto my cock. It was some kind of warm massage oil with added essential oils. 

Then she took my cock into her hands and slowly started to strike my shaft and fondle my balls. She definitely knew how to do this.

“First, my trick for you this evening,” she said with a lustful smile, as she draw gentle circles on the oil covered tip of my cock. “I will make you come, so that you will last longer during the treat.”

The fact that she directly told me what she wants to do with me turned me on even more and I could see that it had the same effect on her. I just I pushed my back against the totem pole, closed my eyes and let her do whatever she wanted. Her hands were soft and combined with the warm oil she used the feeling was indescribable. I soon felt that I was ready to burst, and moaned heavily.

“Yeah, baby, that’s it, that’s it, faster, please…” I said, as I opened my eyes and looked directly into hers.

“Come, baby, give it to me,” she said as she increased the pace. She took the tip into her mouth and continued stroking my cock with one hand. 

I could not hold it back any longer and pumped my cum into her mouth. She swallowed almost everything, only a thin line escaped her mouth but she used a finger to catch it. After I shot my last load, she gently sucked the tip and used her tongue to clean it, then released my cock and gently placed it on my stomach.

„Hmmm, I love your taste,” she said. „And now… it’s time for your treat.”

She stood up and went to the table again. This time she took the anal bead I had given her this afternoon and she sat down maybe five feet in front of me. She opened her legs and lightly bent her knees, showing me her crotch. All the time she was smiling and looking me in the eye, her movements were slow and sensual. This was her show and she surely knew how to play her part.

She took the bowl with the oil and slowly poured some oil onto her pussy and let it flow down to her anus, then used one hand to smear the oil on her outer lips and along her slit. Then she started to circle with two fingers around her anus, softly massaging and relaxing the muscles.
Her show had an immediate effect on me and also on my cock, as even though I had only came a few minutes ago, it stirred and started to grow once again. I badly wanted to stroke my cock a few times with my hand, but I did not want to pull them out of the straps and to possibly ruin her plans, so I just let my cock bounce slightly up and down in excitement.

She also visibly enjoyed her own doings as her breathing became deeper. Finally she took the bead, used the last drops of oil to cover it and very slowly inserted the first little ball. She flinched for a moment, but then pushed in the second one, then the third, and then slowly all of them, always waiting for a few seconds to relax and prepare for the next one. She took a slightly longer break once the last ball was insider her, closed her eyes and just breathed normally for half a minute.

“I’m ready for you, Tom,” she finally said smiling and moved over to me on all fours to remove my hands from their bonds. She kissed me and as my hands got free, I embraced her and kissed back. Then she kissed passionately my neck and my chest and I fondled her back and her ass before I found the end of the bead with my hand and slightly moved it. She gasped loudly and then shuddered.

“Ooooohhh, this feels great,” she said in a lustful voice. “Now come and fuck me!”

She remained on all fours, but turned her back to me and I moved behind her and slowly put the tip of my cock to her slit. Her pussy was already wet from expectation and also slippery from the oil and I could push my cock all the way in without much effort. To my surprise I could feel the balls of the bead as small bumps and it added to the excitement.

“Fuuuuck, baby, your pussy feel so good,” I said once my cock was completely buried in her.

Emma could hardly say anything, just lowered her head and nodded slightly. Her face reflected that she could hardly keep her pleasure at bay. I started to fuck her with slow strokes first, enjoying the sensation of the beads, but as I saw that she wanted it harder, I started to slam my cock into her pussy, my balls slapping her cunt each time. She raised her head and moaned on a high voice every time.

She was soon on the verge of her orgasm, and I took the grip of the bead and pulled out one ball as I pushed my cock in, then pushed it back in when I pulled my cock out.

“Aaaaahhh, baby, this is good, do it, do it,” she said on a shaking voice.

I repeated this move several times, concentrating to pull out the bead when I pushed my cock in and vice versa. I only pulled out one ball first, but then two and three at the end. Of course focusing my mind on this also meant that I could not really concentrate on my own orgasm, but I didn’t care. Emma was in visible ecstasy, repeating “oh, yes, oh yes” over and over as she fought for breath.  When her orgasm rushed through her body, her whole body started to shake. I continued to fuck her with my cock and with the bead for a few more strokes, but her orgasm also made my cock swell and finally I could only concentrate on her pussy as I came deep and hard.

When I shot my last load, I pulled out my cock, carefully removed the bead and just sat down. She turned and put her head into my lap as she laid down on the floor. I softly fondled her head, but otherwise we did not move or talk for several minutes.

“Thank you for the treat, baby,” I said finally and placed a kiss on her cheek, “and also for the trick.”

“Both were my pleasure,” Emma said with a mischievous smile.

We dressed up and collected the pieces of the scene and Emma put them into a cardboard box, then used a towel to clean the floor in front of the totem.

“I’ll have to come in during the weekend anyway to get some orders ready for early Monday shipment, so I’ll clean up the place then,” she said as we looked around to make sure we did not left anything behind.

We went down hand in hand the stairs. On the third floor the door leading to the corridor was open and we could hear the unmistakable sounds of people having sex. Emma looked at me roguishly.

“Want to have a look?” she asked.

“Sure,” I said.

We took off our shoes to make less noise and sneaked ahead. The corridor was dark just like the one on the sixth floor, but we could see that the door of one of the offices was open and soft light filtered out. As we got closer, we heard that there were more than two people inside, much more. 

Emma pointed to the men’s room. The door was slightly open and we could get a good view from there without risking being noticed.

The room was some kind of meeting room with a fancy large table in the middle with banker’s lamps and surrounded by boss chairs. Two of the lamps were turned on to provide some illumination. There were eight people in the room, six men and two women. I gasped loudly when I noticed that the men were wearing green masks of Martians, as I immediately knew who the girls had to be. Emma noticed my discomfort and whispered into my ear.

“I guess it would be OK for her. She likes being watched, and once she said that she would have nothing against you watching her.”

The six Martians were naked, but the fairy and Jenny still had their costumes on except for their panties. There was a real group scene in the room. Jenny lied on her back on the table, sucking the dick of one of the guys while another pounded her pussy. Two others caressed her small tits with their hands and their cocks. The fairy was kneeling in one of the chairs, facing and grabbing the back of the chair. She also had one dick in her mouth and one in her pussy. The long shadows, the costumes and the light from the banker’s lamps together with the groans of the guys created an almost illusory atmosphere.

As we watched, I felt Emma’s hands searching for my cock and when she found it, she unbuttoned my pants and started to slowly stroke it and made it rock hard. 

“Ready for another round?” she asked whispering.

Instead of answering with words, I pushed her against the tiled wall of the toilet and set her legs astride. I lifted her dress, pulled her panties down and hungrily pushed my cock into her pussy. She wanted to sigh, but bit her lower lip instead. We had to remain silent, so I slowly started to move my cock and used my fingers to softly massage her clit. All the while we kept our eyes on the happenings in the other room.

Soon the guy who fucked the fairy-girl from behind grabbed her ass with both hands as he emptied his load into her pussy. Then he switched with the guy who had his dick in her mouth. The fairy girl took her deflating cock into her mouth to suck it clean as the other pushed his cock into her pussy and started to fuck her with violent trusts. Jenny already received a larger load onto her face from the guy she gave a blowjob and she waited for two similar loads onto her tits from the two guys standing on her left and right. She could barely concentrate on them however, as the guy pounding her pussy was truly in his element. He pulled his cock out completely and then pushed it fully back again and again with fast movements. She moaned loudly and used her fingers to excite her clit.

Watching the orgy going on in the other room and fucking Emma’s soft pussy brought me to the edge quickly. It was also too much for Emma. Just as my cock surged and I pumped my load into her pussy, her whole body tightened and she could barely remain on her feet as a massive orgasm rushed through her body. She wanted to cry out loudly but I managed to put my hand on her mouth in the last moment. I embraced her with my left arm to help her staying on her feet and kept my right hand on her mouth until she calmed down completely. I kept my cock buried in her pussy during this time and felt as my cum, mixed with her juices slowly leaked onto my balls and her legs.

“Thanks,” she said later smiling as she regained herself and took some paper towels to wipe off the cum. “Both for the fuck and for keeping me quiet…”

I kissed her as a reply.

The orgy in the other room was also coming to an end as the guy who fucked Jenny finally came all over her pussy, covering on her public hair with his cum. As this was her fourth load, Jenny was really drenched in cum, one load was on her face, two over her tits and the last one over her pussy. The fairy-girl squealed loudly as her pussy got filled for the second time in ten minutes. Emma and I decided that it was time for us to disappear before they recovered, as we did not want to risk being caught.

The party was still going on but we decided not to go back. Instead I took Emma back to her house and when she asked me if I wanted to stay, I said yes. We were both dead tired and just slept cuddling until the next morning.

Jenny sent me a text message next morning to meet her in our favorite pub for lunch. I went there with Emma and we were greeted by an overly satisfied Jenny. We sat down and gave our orders.

“Hello you two! Oh, Tom, you’ll never guess what happened to me last night,” she said as we started to eat, obviously waiting for a reply anyway.

I winked at Emma and said, “Well, let me guess. Hmmm… You were covered in the semen of four Martians…”

There was a long silence, but then Emma started to laugh and Jenny and I joined in.

“You two are pigs,” Jenny said still laughing. “But my favorite ones. Any plans for this afternoon?”

“Well yes, I have to help Emma in the office to get some orders ready for early Monday shipping," I said as I turned to Emma, “Right, honey?”

“Yes, indeed,” she said smiling, looking me in the eye.