6 comments/ 19643 views/ 2 favorites Who Are You? By: Goldeniangel When I was younger, the difference between an "optimist" and a "pessimist" was explained to me with an analogy: "An optimist will say a glass is half-full, but a pessimist will say that it's half-empty." Afterwards I tried to determine which of my friends were optimists and which were pessimists by asking them which they thought the glass was - most of them just looked at me like I was crazy. It made me think about the differences between optimists and pessimists, especially when people started commenting on how optimistic of a person I was. Looking over my friends and myself, I found that those who were considered pessimists and those who were considered optimists had these different viewpoints because of the same emotions: fear and hope. The underlying emotions that motivated people are fear and hope, which in turn support their own views on life. For example, optimists hope - they hope long and they hope hard; optimists tend to fear that if they don't hope then what they desire won't happen. On the other hand, pessimists have the same emotions, but they work in a very different manner; pessimists fear hope because they are afraid of being disappointed. Therefore, pessimists often tend to become more cheerful when bad things happen because it shows that they were right, just as optimists are more cheerful when good things happen. Pessimists are afraid of the good things, because something good can always go bad. Pessimists tend to be realists, looking towards the future and preparing themselves for the worst that could happen. They think that dreams are all well and good,, but not until the bills, the kids and the groceries are taken care of - which of course will be never. Perhaps when you are old and all the will to live has gone out of you, then you might have the time to go out and have fun without having to worry. Of course, by that time you'll be too decrepit to enjoy it anyway. However, being a pessimist doesn't mean sucking the fun out of life, what it means is that you must constantly be on guard for the catch. I was once told by a pessimistic and cynical friend that whenever something good happens you have to watch out for the part of it that's going to kick you in the balls at a later date. When a pessimist examines an optimist they see a child, a dreamer, someone who needs to be taken care of - and of course the person taking care of them will end up being the pessimist. Rather than not caring about the world at all, the pessimist cares overly much, and doesn't want to be disappointed or see anyone else disappointed. They feel that it is their duty to point out the downside to everything... just in case. An optimist, on the other hand, is someone who tends to cheerfulness, always hopeful that the next great event is just around the corner. They are convinced that there's a silver lining in every cloud, and that when you hit rock bottom there's nowhere to go but up (A pessimist will tell you that it's quite possible to start digging.). Optimists believe in hope and joy, that if you wish hard enough fro something, and put some work into it, that anything can happen. Fairy tales can be real life, and that if you don't hope for the best then how will you ever be able to get there? Optimists tend to thing that they're saving the world, just the pessimists do, but optimists want to do it by helping people achieve goals that they might not have considered possible before. Indeed, an optimistic friend tends to be one of the best supports a person could have - on the other hand, pessimists give much better consolation, they aren't going to try and talk you into trying it again. The best way to show an optimist versus a pessimist is with an example: in high school I had a friend who actually made me more of an optimist because she herself was so incredibly pessimistic. Lisa had a cynical quip for every situation, a way to depress everyone around her, and a complete knack for finding the bad in everything that was good. It wasn't at all that she didn't care about other people, or that she thought she was better than them, but she'd been so disappointed so often in her life that she didn't want the people she cared about to go through that crushing loss of hope. Being around me drove her nuts, because although I tended to have a pretty good balance between hope and reality, I felt that I needed to be a counter to her cynicism. We were like little shoulder angels with our friends, one pointing out the possibility of failure while the other extorted the possibility of success. A typical conversation with one of our friends who wanted to be a teacher would go something like this: Lisa: Those kids are going to drive you insane. Me: But there will be the good ones too! The ones that made you want to go into teaching in the first place! Lisa: Yeah, but they'll be heavily outnumbered by the little bratty ones that are throwing spitballs into your hair. Me: But you're so patient that you'll be able to deal with them well, and I can't see most kids making trouble in your room. Even the regular troublemakers! You're so nice that they'll all probably love you! Lisa: Actually, it's more like you're too nice... period. They're going to run right over you. Me: But you'll make a difference in a LOT of their lives. Lisa: Sure, right up until they get into the real world, are corrupted and forget everything you taught them. Me: Lisa, shut up. It was actually rather funny to listen to and we got quite a kick out of it even as it was happening, but the reality was there. Lisa was afraid that if our friend hoped to make a real difference in the world that she'd be disappointed and run down and end up hating her chosen career. I thought that she should go into with the attitude that she was going to make a difference, thinking that if she went in not caring then she certainly wouldn't change anyone's life. It's just two differing viewpoints on how to get what you want out of life. Hope and fear, emotions that are absolutely essential to all human beings but are even more important to optimists and pessimists. Emotions are one of the most potent forces in a person's life, driving them to or away from goals that he or she might hope to accomplish. Pessimists and optimists approach life from very different ideals, but both are motivated by the same emotions of hope and fear. Who Are You? "Who are you?" His voice is rough as he kneels behind me. I hesitate, twisting my hands in the cuffs binding me to the bed. "Who are you?" His voice rises in urgency. I feel the head of his cock brush against the sticky wet skin between my legs. He has to know I hate this part. Why does he make me do this every damn time? My voice cracks as I whisper. "Your baby girl slut Sir." The last word ends on a low moan as his cockhead pushes into me. He chuckles. "Good Girl." His hand strokes my lower back before sliding down my hip and tickling my aching clit. I swallow hard, my neck pushing against the tight leather collar. He has already spent hours teasing me, smiling as he positioned the vibrating egg against my clit, grinning as he played with the settings, watching me with those cool brown eyes as I writhed on the bed, moaning and pleading for him to let me cum for God sakes! I must have been on the edge a dozen times already and I was desperate. I wiggle my hips eagerly, wanting more but he laughs and goes back to petting my hip. I bite my lip to keep from crying out. His voice growls, deep and hot. "Who am I?" I know this one by heart. "You are my Master, my Daddy, my One true Owner, Sir" Another inch slips inside me, and I silently curse him. I know he has to want it as much as me. Why can't he just give me what I want for once? Because it's fun for him to see me like this says the little voice inside my head. SLAP! I jump as his hand comes down hard on my asscheek, stinging it. His voice still has that deep growl to it. "I asked you a question bitch! Pay attention!" Did he? My mind must have wandered. "Please Master, I didn't hear you" He sighs and pulls out of me until he is just barely inside. "Listen carefully girl, or you'll get an ass tanning instead of my cock! What is your purpose in life?" My hands twisted again "To serve you in every way Master." Three inches in. "Daddy please!" I beg him, before I even realize what I'm doing. I feel him lean down, his laugh warm in my ear. "Does my little slut girl want her Daddy's dick?" He leans back again. His hand strokes my ass now, soothing the slight sting from the slap. "Well... you have been good lately... but there was that incident with the dishes..." His voice trails off. I wince as I remember the look on his face as he gazed at the shattered dish on the floor. I had been setting the table and dropped one of the good china plates in the dining room. I have a flash of guilt before my mind is wiped blank. His cock his moving inside me, slow lazy strokes in and out. I moan. "Please Daddy... please let your little girl cum... I need it so badly..." His fingers dig into my hips, holding me steady. My world has been reduced to the ache in my body, his cock pushing against my clit as it slides into me, I know this is his way of asserting his control over me, even when he doesn't need to. And damn, do I love him for it. His hand slaps my ass again, gently this time. "Hush girl. Daddy will take care of you. Doesn't he always?" I nod, even though I'm sure he has his eyes closed. He knows my answer anyway. I can feel the wave building again, my cunt is dripping juice, soaking the bed beneath me. All I can hear is his panting breath above me and the sliding sounds as his cock pushes faster into me, I'm so close, don't let him stop, please God don't let him stop.... "DADDY! PLEASE! PLEASE NOW!" The scream scores my throat, my hips push back urgently, it's going to happen whether he says yes or not. "Cum girl" It's barely a whisper but that's all I need to let my cunt contract around him and I scream louder, I can feel his cock pulsing in me, he is cumming as well, the warm sperm splashing against my cervix, but all this barely registers as I squirm, gasping out my love for him, my devotion to him, then as quickly as it welled up inside me, it is gone. All that is left is a whimper before I collapse onto the bed. He pants as he crawls over me, kissing me on the cheek and whispering the words I live to hear. "Daddy loves you baby girl." Who Are You? This story was a collaborative effort one night between myself and someone who enjoyed role playing. I thank her greatly for her help in getting my mind to reach this level. ================== I'm walking home late at night coming home from a movie alone foolishly through the city park. It's past midnight, and a wonderfully full moon helps the streetlights in the park. Nervously walking, hurriedly along the concrete path in the lightly wooded park. I wish I had remembered to wear a jacket over my what now is too short white skirt and tiny green sweater that barely covers my breasts. I'm twenty-five. I know better than to be this foolish. A woman chuckled from behind me, "Now Baby, you should know better than to be alone so late, especially looking as beautiful as you do" I stop turning around seeing you standing there. There was a woman standing under the light on the path wearing dark clothes. Her long sleeved blouse is meticulously buttoned, her arms crossed over her perfect breasts. Her long black hair was allowed to flow over her shoulders as it caught the moonlight, glowing like a halo about her head. We were only feet apart; she could hardly have been over thirty. 'How did I miss her standing there?' "I'm sorry did I scare you?" She spoke with care, not moving, her arms still crossed. "Yes, oh my god, yes. I wasn't expecting anyone in the park this late. I get so nervous when I'm out." I stammered not understanding why I was telling her so much. "Would you like me to walk you the rest of the way through the park?" She offered. "Um, I uh,...I think...I will be fine, but thank you though." "I would be careful though Baby....you'll never know what might cross your path. I don't think you even know how dangerous this park really is this late at night." "I know...I usually would drive...I will hurry and get home...thank you." 'Why can't I stop talking and leave?' "You're a virgin aren't you Baby? That's why you're so nervous?" "A...a..vir...umm how did you know." Looking at her curiously. "I mean...no...no I'm not a virgin." "You shouldn't lie to strangers..." She arched an eyebrow. My young perky breasts rising and falling now as I breathe heavier in nervousness and fear, as I am still walking backwards slowly, while talking to her. "I'm...I'm sorry I uhhh just don't...know you, I'm uhh...I really should get home!" She continues, oblivious to the fact I interrupted her. "They have a way of looking deep into your soul." "Baby, if you keep walking backwards, you might hurt yourself." "I know." I let out a nervous giggle. "You have a great night. Okay? Bye." And I turned around to walk faster away from you and closer to my apartment. "Hmm..making me chase you all the way home?" I hear her voice calling after me. 'Chase...' I think as I laugh to myself to keep me from thinking horrible thoughts. 'Um, no.' She was so strange and dark. Why would I ever want her near me? "You should have me in your bed anyway...." I know she's smiling. I don't know how. 'I should what!?' I'm confused, certain that I misheard her. "You're worried about what I said Baby, why don't you come back and look me in the eyes to find out what I've been saying to you." I talk to myself, knowing full well she can't hear me. "I...really should be getting home...thanks though." "You shouldn't be afraid of me. I'm not here to hurt you." "I'm—I'm not afraid...I just really need to get home." I inisist. "Is there anyone waiting for you at home Baby?" "A warm bed." She smiles, though there is about a hundred feet now between us. "Yes, there's always that." She took a careful step forward and then said, "You know Baby, there are many better ways to keep that bed warm." I shook my head. "What did you say?" I swear her lips didn't move and I heard her say it inside my head. "Do you want to be alone in that bed tonight?" "I, uh..No, of course not, but my ...boyfriend is out of town." I did hear her speak that time. "Baby, I asked you not to lie to me. You don't have a boyfriend do you? At least not one that you haven't dreamed about." 'How is she reading my mind?' I stammer again. 'Uh. I do. He's on vacation right now..." Her eyebrow arched again. "And you're still a virgin?" "Y..yes of course." I want to cover my mouth, I can't believe I said it out loud to a total stranger who had no right to know. She looked at her fingernails briefly and then at me. "For an imaginary boyfriend, Baby, you have an idiot and a damn fool. No man would dare go into your bed and leave you a virgin. They can't help be attracted to your body and your innocence. He would want you, to caress you and make you scream as he plunged deep into you over and over again." Feeling a blush come over my face. "Look...I really have to go...bye" I force myself to turn around and continue to the street even faster than before. 'You want to be touched tonight and you want it not to be your own hands don't you Baby?' I heard her inside my head again. I forced myself to ignore it and I kept walking. 'You can keep walking and you'll find me waiting in your bed. I can see you thinking about how that lock will keep me out. It won't. Not tonight. You'll open your door when I knock.' I shake my head feeling her inside my mind as if she were moving my thoughts around. I could see her standing there by the light in the black silk she wore. I wondered if she even had a black silk bra while I climbed the stairs to my apartment. Safely inside, I locked the door, dead bolting it and pulling the chain across the top of the door. I turn on the lights in the apartment checking around to see if she's there. She's not. Finally, I sigh, my paranoia in the park was part of my silly imagination. I turn out the extra lights and head to my bedroom, briefly looking at the empty four-poster bed with white sheets. Nothing black but the night coming in around the bed. I chide myself and find my pajamas, a pair of tiny gym shorts that barely cover my ass and a tiny pink tank top with spaghetti straps that seem to never stay on my shoulders. One last look around my room and I slide my legs into the bed. 'You're wet just thinking about me coming to see you right now. Aren't you?' My eyes flew open, I thought I had gotten her out of my head. I take a slow deep breath. 'You can't really be in my mind or even make me think this stuff. It has to be me. I need to stop thinking this way!' I insist to myself and pull my covers over my body all too aware that between my legs, under my white thong, I do feel wet. Again, I hear her voice. 'You want me to kiss your breasts. You want me to tease your nipples. You so very much want to show me your pussy.' 'You want me to see all of you. And when I do, you'll want to show me your neck." I lay under the covers, feeling the wetness grow and how I can't stop thinking about her. 'You want to feel what it is like to scream in passion.' I know she is smiling again. "Stop. Get out of my head" I sit up and scream at the front door to my apartment. I'm so alone. 'You can't let go of me now Baby. You want to touch me just so I might leave your mind?' I want to cry. I do want to touch her. Anything, just so I can stop hearing her. 'You just need to let me in Baby. Like you want to. You do want to don't you Baby?' Again, I speak out. "Let you in? Where are you?" As if answering me, there is a knock at my door. My nipples are hard, and my pussy is moist. She's been talking to me all this time. I'm not sure what I am doing, I know she is controlling me right now. I get up from my bed, walking barefoot across the wood floors through the living room and to the heavy oak door. I watch as if in a dream as my hand slides the chain off, it clatters against the door. The dead bolt slides out of the way and my hand is on the knob. My mind fights one last time as I open the door to her. "You're a stranger. I shouldn't..." With the door open, she smiles. "I'm no stranger Baby. Not when I can tell you your most intimate thoughts." "Are you going to let me in so you can stop feeling so wet and horny?" she asks me. I hang my head in shame. "I've never thought this way. What are you doing to me?" "Say it Baby, out loud. Tell me you're wet and horny." "How...how are you doing this? Mmmmm. I'm wet and horny. Oh!" "Do you want me to do something about you being wet and horny?" My mind is unable to fight it and I step aside allowing her to pass and enter my apartment. "See now Baby, was that so hard?" she smiles as she enters. I stood there with my hand on the door, I still feel as if she is in my head. Finally she speaks. "Shut the door Baby. We don't need any other interruptions tonight." I'm breathing heavily, my firm perky tits are heaving, my nipples showing through the thin material. 'It's just going to be you and me.' She tells me as I shut the door and relock it. She reaches out and caresses my right breast from behind me. I bite my lower lip as I utter a low moan. "Are you ready to have me in your bed? Or would you like me to tease your body here against the door?" "Where do you want me?" I ask. She found my nipple under my clothes and rolled it gently between two fingers. I wimper lightly, my left nipple is now hard and poking out even further. 'You are very horny Baby. I think I'll take you to your bed.' "Okay, yes ma'am." I walked past her to her bed, flipping my blonde hair over my shoulder, teasing as I flashed my neck to her. She smiled again. "Thank you Baby." And she followed me. 'Do you like having a mind control over me? I mean, I've never thought of being with a woman before. Especially not a stranger in my apartment.' 'Yes Baby, I know you've wanted a woman for some time now.' "I-I have?" I look at her confused, feeling her in my head, but growing more comfortable with this fact. "Yes...Brian would never go for it, but I'm so glad you're here." I sat on the edge of the bed, and lay down with enough room on either side of me. She sat next to me and gently tugged the tiny straps of my top off my shoulders and kissed me. 'You really should be more imaginative with the men you dream about Baby. He is a fool and an idiot to keep you from women.' "Yes. Yes you did. Where did we meet again?" I moaned feeling her soft kisses on my skin. Forgetting her almost immediately, but feeling her so very close to me, my mind was swirling. She ran a hand under my top to cup my breast and gently lifted my top away. I gasped feeling her hand on my bare skin. She grew bolder and pinched my nipple hard. I lay there allowing her touch me however she desired, moaning in pleasure. Her hand then crept under the waistband of my shorts. Over my mound and gently parted my delicate, untouched folds feeling how very wet I was. I arched my breasts moaning even more loudly. Her long finger gently flicked my engorged clit, and then ran around deep in my wetness surrounding my clit. Finally, she pinches it, tugging it forward. Her touch is gentle, I'm not sure why because I want it to hurt. "Ohhhhhh my God." I whimper, my exposed breasts heaving, "Oh God, what are you doing? Who are you?" She bent and drew my left breast into her mouth. I ran my fingers through her hair while her fingers played my tight young wet lips. 'You want more tonight don't you Baby.' "Anything more. Yes! Please." And she gave me more by sliding one curious finger into my pussy and began stroking inside of me. I ran my fingers through her long dark hair; my hands skimmed her neck feeling two very faint bumps. I rubbed there curiously, but I did not look, my eyes closed as I felt her pleasure me, her finger deep inside me. She kissed my neck and asked me out loud "Anything Baby?" Lost in my pleasure, "Yes, anything." I was in a total trance as she slid her finger in and out of me, feeling my breaths come with hers and her kisses over my naked body. With her free hand, she tweaked my left nipple and her finger slid faster. 'Will you give me your virgin blood?' I moaned incoherently. I loved the friction of her moving faster and the pulling of my nipple. The words finally made sense to me. 'My virgin what?' I lost the question; I was riding the growing crest of my pleasure. She kissed my breasts and slid down, removing her finger, pulling my legs apart to lick my wet pussy. "Oh my God!" my legs were tense in pleasure as her tongue worked my throbbing clit. "Oh fuck yes. Anything. Anything. Please don't stop!" Once again she asked, this time out loud. "Will you give me your virgin blood?" her tongue dove in and flicked harder. I moaned and panted. "Yes more. Yes, anything you want ma'am." Not realizing who she truly was, I said, "Anything you want, you can have me. All of me." She slid a finger back into my pussy. And I felt her bare skin against mine. I didn't care how she got undressed, but that her nipples were brushing mine made me slide up and down against her. She caught my lips, drawing my tongue into her mouth, I could taste myself there, I groaned and began to lick my juices from her face. I took a free hand and pulled my blonde hair away from my face exposing the pulse in my neck allowing my perfume to waft under her nose. 'Are you ready to offer yourself to me?' 'Yes please just don't stop please.' I felt the crescendo rising in my body. She obliged and slid in two fingers. I tensed my pussy around her fingers. 'I won't stop Baby. It's too late to stop now. I've wanted you all night.' The sensation of two fingers spreading my lips caused me to moan louder, my panting undeniable, I was certain the neighbors could hear my gasps of pleasure. "You can have me Mistress!" I cried out. I don't know why she smiled this time. 'Yes, that's right Baby. Soon you'll understand.' With my naked body laid out for her on the white sheets, I moaned, panted, my breasts rubbing frantically against hers, I gasped for more air just to moan louder for her. Again, she kissed my neck, I knew her desire was growing as well. And again, she upped the ante, sliding a third finger inside of me. I felt so full inside, my pussy soaking wet. I moved as she kissed my shoulder and neck. My scent was driving her pleasure. The smell of my lilac perfume, the heady pheromones of sex, and the smell of my untainted virgin blood so close to my skin. I screamed in pleasure as she plunged those three fingers deep into my pussy. 'Yes, you're almost ready Baby.' "Ready? Ready for what? Please, I think I'm going to cum. Don't stop." Finally her fingers slid as deep as possible, rubbing even faster. My body arched and moving as I knew I approached my orgasm. She took a deep breath, and then I saw her smile change. 'Yes Baby, you will give me much of yourself tonight.' 'So close...' I drifted off as I began to breath harder, my body jerking and convulsing, her fingers plunged deep inside me. I screamed, feeling my cum all over her hand. And then the pain came, in my neck; she drove her teeth deep on my right. I screamed, my eyes popping wide open. Her sharp teeth had driven into my neck, sending pain, fear and nausea and all other intense sensations through my body. I felt completely controlled by something else as my body continued to orgasm. 'Relax Baby, I'm here for you.' As I collapsed after the orgasm, I lay motionless, panting, my tears welling. 'What's happening?' She removed her lips and fangs from my skin and kissed my tears. 'There is nothing to be afraid of Baby.' She stroked my chin. I remained motionless in the bed, feeling drained and tired. I was unable to move, unwilling to speak only breathing and the tears that tumbled down my face as I stared at her wide-eyed. 'Do you still want me Baby? I can take your soul, or I can take your life. You don't need to still know who I am.' Finally, she kissed my cheek and closed the blinds in my room. 'Stay out of the sunlight my darling Baby. You will feel better soon.' And with that, she was gone. Who Are You? I love to look at you when you are not watching. You seem like any ordinary guy, but to me you are something special. You are tall, broad shouldered and you have amazing laughing eyes, and the way you smile as you talk makes my fingertips tingle with the need to caress your jaw and neck. I know you so well in some ways, but in others you are a complete stranger. You turn to me. Your lips part gently as you lean close to me and I lose myself in the hot firm caress of your mouth. My nostrils flare as I give myself up to you and I luxuriate in the exquisite scent of sweat and aftershave and man. An ache of desire spreads down to heat my neck and gently heaving breasts. I press the soft curves of my body against yours and your hands slide around my waist and you hold me to you. Our kiss ignites an ember of hot passion that flares where our bodies touch. My hungry mouth works its way down your strong neck as my fingernails gently etch marks of desire in your upper back. I feel your hardness against me and my need for you is beautiful agony. Your body is warm and firm and I gently suck your nipples through the fabric of your shirt as I undo buttons to reveal flesh I so desperately need to touch. You have removed my dress and my nipples brush up against you, starting an urgent throbbing in my groin. Clutching your tensed buttocks and pressing my mound to you, I feel that your needs equal mine. My inner thighs quiver in anticipation as I free you from your jeans. I take a moment to admire the outline of your erection, straining to be released. I look deep into your blue eyes and smile. You know what is about to happen. I take hold of you, gently, and caress you with both hands and it feels like a solid mass of muscle encased in velvet. My mind fills with how it would feel rubbing all over me and filling me inside. I stroke it and feel it pulse in response to my touch. I press a kiss onto the smooth round end, then I part my lips and my jaw stretches wide as your bulging glans graze past my teeth and into the hot interior of my mouth. My tongue strokes the underside as the tight entrance of my throat engulfs the tip. You tense. You are already hot and throbbing in my mouth and I work on you with long fast strokes until you can't control your thrusting any longer and you lunge into me, unleashing a torrent of cum into the back of my throat. I swallow it, sucking until every last drop is gone, then I reluctantly release you from my throat. I stand up in front of you, challenging you with my eyes to an equal performance. As always you are still hard and eager for more. You push me against the wall and tear at the g-string you bought me. The thin material snaps and I pull your body to mine and wrap one leg around your waist. I am so wet for you that you slide into me unaided and I come on the first full stroke, clutching onto you in the intensity of my orgasm as each spasm drives me further against you. Then you are thrusting into me before I can recover, I am throbbing and shuddering against each stroke and my juices are oozing down our thighs. My mind is an explosion of dark and light and there is no beginning or end to the sensation of you filling me so completely. Our hands move in a panic of desire over each other's bodies and we kiss and suck and bite, and draw on each other's raw energy, our need an addiction feeding itself. Our bodies move in a frenzy against each other yet together and we are dizzy with the smell of sweat and sex and the sound of ragged panting. We are greedy for the sensation of flesh filling flesh and our wanton desire hovers at the edge of hysteria before we again come crashing together as one in an eruption of pure ecstasy. Who are You? I'm Batman. Halloween... it was Kevin's favorite time of year and Holiday. Not so much Karen's, his wife of 7 years. I mean, sure it was fun when they 1st met, going to parties, decorating the house and buying sexy costumes, but now into her thirties, Karen just didn't want to be bothered. It's not that she didn't like Halloween, she loved it, but just not the work that went into it, and so she left that stuff to Kevin. "I think we should get one of those giant gargoyles to put on the front porch this year!" Kevin burst out as he came from the basement with a box full of decorations. "Oh you and your spending money on silly things!" Karen quipped. "It will scare the kids!" she added with a laugh. Karen supported Kevin in all that he did. He was handsome, built like a linebacker and very successful. They had made a wonderful life for themselves and were trying to start a family. Karen watched Kevin out the window as he hung cobwebs and other fun decorations around the yard. He really had a boyish charm about him. He stopped only for a second to meet the mailman and grab the Saturday mail. He shuffled through it and then paused on one piece and then headed straight for the door looking very excited. "Hey look at this!" he had a postcard sized paper in his hand that was adorned with all sorts of ghosts and goblins. "What'cha got there honey?" Karen asked. "Remember Rob from my office? He and Kelly are throwing a Halloween bash next weekend and he invited us!" Karen had a feeling... "Are costumes mandatory?" she asked with a depressed sigh. Kevin studied the invitation, mouthing as he read. "Yup! Costumes are a must!" he sounded so thrilled. "Come on babe, what's the point of a Halloween party if you don't wear a costume?!" He could see from the look on his wife's face that she was less than eager to go. He didn't push the issue. As the week wore on, Kevin mentioned the party a few more times. He was really excited to go, and Karen did agree that they should go. Kevin needed to mingle with work friends more and he needed to get out and have a night out, but why did it have to be a costume party? Karen could go as anything she wanted. She had a perfect body, long brown hair. She could pass as anything sexy. That was part of Kevin's of the allure for Kevin. Getting his hot wife out there to show off to his buddies. She just wasn't up for it this year. "Honey?" she asked with a hesitant tone. "What's up?" he asked back. "Would you totally hate me if I didn't go to the party Saturday?" she curled her bottom lip. "I want you to go and enjoy yourself, but I just don't feel like going through the whole costume thing at the last minute. I promise I'll make it up to you when you get home. Maybe I can dig out my cheerleader outfit and we can have our own costume party when you get back" she said with a sly smile as she put her hands on Kevin's shoulders and gave him a rub. She could see from his expression that Kevin was devastated and it broke her heart to see him that way. They argued a bit and then Kevin realized he just wasn't going to win this one. He ended it with "Fine... stay home. I am going and having a good time. I will just tell everyone you were sick... or something" and the conversation was ended. After work on Friday Kevin stopped at the Halloween Annex and picked up a costume. The pickings were slim and he settled on a Batman costume. It was pretty cool looking actually. "Gonna be a lot of Batmen out there this Halloween" the cashier chuckled. "This is the fifth one of these we've sold tonight!" she added. "Great." Kevin thought to himself. Oh well he only needed it for one night and one party so originality wasn't important. The next afternoon he showered and got dressed in the get up. Karen lay on the bed in her sweats with a magazine and watched and chuckled. "You don't know what your missing babe!" he said as he admired himself in the mirror. "I know, I know" she whined. "I feel terrible, but I hope you understand. I promise, next outing your work has, I will be there with bells on!" she exclaimed. "Well, how do I look?" Kevin asked as he turned around. "Sexy!" she said as she scooted the edge of the bed. "Gosh, could these pants be any tighter?" she laughed. "Well, they're supposed to be silly. Haven't you ever seen Batman?" he asked. "You look great baby, I just don't want any of the women there to be checking out that bulge in your pants!" she joked as she rubbed her hand over his shorts as if it were a genie lamp. "Well if you keep doing that it will be unavoidable!" he said as he felt his cock start to swell. "Alrighty, I'm off. Shouldn't be too late, most of these people are stiffs anyway" Kevin said as he gave Karen a quick kiss. "I'll be here waiting sweetie." Karen said as the door closed behind him. Peace and quiet at last. She took a seat on the couch and flipped the T.V. on. When Kevin arrived at the party, he was blown away. Rob and Kelly had gone all out on this party. "Must have cost them a fortune" he murmured to himself as he made his way up the dimly lit porch. "Kevin!!" he heard shouted from behind the screen door. It was Rob and a house full of other guests. "Any trouble finding us?" Kelly asked. Kevin spoke from behind his mask. "Aside from trying to drive with this mask on and parking down the street a ways, not at all." He answered as he made his way inside. Based on the number of cars on the street, Kevin knew there was going to be quite a crowd and boy was he right. Music was pumping and people were dressed as all sorts of things. Fortunately he hadn't bumped into any "other" Batmen yet. He was determined to have a good time, but it would be hard without his beautiful wife by his side. "Where's the wife?" Rob asked. Kevin already had an answer on deck. "Oh her sister had a crisis at work and was desperate for a babysitter and Karen drew the short straw." He said as if he almost believed his own story. "Awww..." came from Kelly, who was quite the sexy cowgirl. "I was so hoping to finally meet her too" She was cute when she pouted with her braids and painted on freckles. Rob was dressed as a Football player which Kevin found so typical. "Well, come on man, we've got a poker game going down in the "man cave" with your name on it" and he led Kevin to a stairway. Back at home, Karen flipped through the channels. She was restless now. There was nothing on. Maybe she just should have gone. She went and poured herself a glass of wine hoping to relax and loosen up. She started to read her magazine again and then threw it down again out of boredom. She was thinking about Kevin and his costume and wondering if he was having a good time. Or what if he was having too good of a time? She wrestled with these thoughts. She decided to pull out her college cheerleading uniform since she planned to surprise Kevin when he returned home. She hadn't worn it in years, but still maintained the same body she had in college so it should fit just fine. She undressed herself and slipped the top over her head. Aside from it being slightly snug, it fit great. Besides all it did was amplify her already perfect boobs. Next were the bloomers. She made a last minute decision to ditch her panties. She figured it would be much sexier with the silky bloomers against her. She slipped the white cheerleading shorts on and twisted and turned in the mirror with her hands on her hips. "Not bad girl!" she stated out loud. "Still got it." She then slipped the skirt on and put her hair in pigtails. "Kevin is going to die when he sees this" she thought. She did look hot. She found some thick white socks and her white tennis shoes and the outfit was complete. She gave herself another once over and was quite proud. She felt naughty as well which sent a shiver through her body and down into her cheer panties. She was already damp from the thought of being fucked by "Batman" when he got home and now that she was a naughty little cheerleader, the idea was even more exciting. It was near 11:00 and she texted Kevin to ask how he was doing and when he might be home because she had a surprise for him. Unfortunately there was no reply. She figured the loud music and commotion would make it tough to hear a cell phone anyway. Karen was on her third glass of wine when the clock hit 11:30. She was growing impatient and more horny by the minute. She paced the kitchen and saw the invitation stuck to the refrigerator. "Hrmmm..." she thought to herself. She decided she was going to crash the party and surprise Kevin. She had felt guilty all night about sending him alone when she knew how much it meant to him. Besides, she had gone to the trouble of dressing up and let's face it, she looked damn good! She grabbed her coat and the invite with the directions and stopped at the door. "Damn, my panties." She remembered. Then, at the risk of wasting time and the fact that she was technically covered, she decided to forge on without them. It was a fifteen minute drive to Rob and Kelly's house. Back at the party things were in full force. Kevin was now fully into a poker tournament down in Rob's fully finished basement. Cigars were being smoked, bourbon was being drunk and money was flying left and right. Rob never imagined that he'd have such a good time with the actual party going on upstairs. The sound of pulsing music, laughter and feet and heels passing overhead reminded him of how many people were upstairs. Every so often he would hear someone shout out a name as new guest would arrive. "Your deal!" Rob shouted as Kevin shuffled the cards and began to pass them out. As Karen arrived to the house she was glad she went with the cheerleader outfit and not something that required heels. She had a small hike to get to the house where she parked. She walked along the line of cars and smiled when she passed Kevin's BMW. He was going to be so happy. The cold air made her shiver as it swooped up her skirt and against her damp panties. She loved the feeling and knew that Rob would be excited to find her that way. She would have a drink or two and then get him out of there to go home and have some real fun. When she climbed the stairs to the deck it was pretty obvious that the party was at it's peak and the formalities of introductions and doorbell ringing had flown out the window. Some people were on the deck smoking others chatting. The music was cranking and Karen let herself in. She could hardly see anything in the house. Everything was lit by black lights which made her white cheerleader outfit glow. "God what if my skirt goes up and the wetness shows with this lighting?" she worried. She would just have to make sure things stayed calm. She roamed around the enormous house alone looking for Kevin who was still wrapped up in the poker game downstairs. So many people, so many costumes. She saw a Batman costume, but it wasn't the same one Kevin had, this one was pretty cheap and cheesy. She made her way back towards the living room and that's when she saw "her" Batman emerge from the bathroom. She smiled to herself and made her way to him. She studied her man as she walked over and was impressed how much the costume flattered his body, and she was right, his package could be seen from a mile away with those tight shorts on. She approached him from behind and reached up and covered his eyes. He turned around quickly and saw her. He tried to speak but the music was too loud. She stood there with her hands out at her side and turned around with a big smile to get his approval of her costume. A wide smile broke across this stranger's mouth and he made the "shame-shame" motion with his fingers. Karen leaned over to him and gave him a quick kiss. Oddly enough this "other" Batman has virtually the same lip structure and skin tone as Kevin. As they stood in the dark, Karen wrapped herself a bit in Batman's cape to conceal them and took his hand and guided it to the front of her panties. She then quickly moved away and smiled. She could see the bulge in his shorts growing by the second and he grabbed her hand and led her down the hall to where Rob's office was. Rob had wired his entire house with surround sound speakers. You couldn't get anywhere without the party music following you. It was a neat feature actually. Once in the office, Karen closed the door a bit. It was completely dark in here. She tried to say something to "Kevin" but this Batman character put a finger to her lips. "Wow" she thought, "Kevin is really into this!" and that excited her even more. She knew they would have to hurry since they were in an unlocked office at the end of the hall. She sat down on the futon in the office and lifted her skirt. Batman had to feel his way around, but found her soft, silky thighs. He was standing in front of her and she struggled to pull the shorts and tight, stretchy pants over "Kevin's" ass. It didn't help that his cock had swollen completely hard and was making the pants even tighter. Karen reached in and pulled his cock out and slid the pants down half way. She wrapped her hand around his cock and quickly slipped it into her mouth. She was shocked because there was a ton of pre-cum all over the tip. Kevin did not usually have much pre-cum. He must have been really turned on by this experience. His cock seemed different, but in a good way. It felt fuller or bigger. He smelled good too. She was really enjoying this. She sucked him briefly until every vein in it was bulging at the head was purple with anticipation. She then released him from her mouth. He leaned down and hooked him finger inside the soaked crotch of her bloomers and pulled them aside. He could smell her scent. She was so ready. The head of his cock rested against her opening. He slowly moved back and forth teasing while letting the head glide over her. Each time he moved her lips parted just a little and the wetness coated the head of his cock. With what little moonlight was allowed into the room, you could see the glistening wetness on his dick. He then moved forward and sank his entire cock deep into Karen's pussy. Instant ecstasy. The fact that she was being fucked with her undies still on excited Karen even more. He could feel her arch her back and throw her head back. Her pussy was being stretched in a way she hadn't felt before. Was it the position they were in? Was it because of the cold, damp fabric had made her tighten up? Whatever it was, it was amazing. He struggled to maintain balance and he began to slowly rock back and forth. Each time he entered her he went a little deeper. Even with the loud, obnoxious dance music blaring through the house he could hear this beauty moan and whimper. Who was this dirty girl he had just met? Right now, he didn't care. He was too wrapped up in feeling of Karen's tight, silky and extremely wet pussy taking him in deeper and deeper. He held her ankles and increased his rhythm and speed until he was all the way inside. He felt his balls smack against her ass and her pussy was growing warmer and wetter with each motion. Although he could barely see her, he could tell that she was fast approaching a major orgasm. This notion, plus the constant contractions of her pussy around his cock made it near impossible to hold back any longer. The base of his cock was hitting that special spot on her every time he drove it inside her. Without warning he felt Karen's legs tighten up and her hips started to buck wildly. He put his hands under her ass and pulled her closer to penetrate her as deep as he could. Was it possible for this girl to get any wetter? His queries were soon answered as Karen's orgasm took over and flooded her mind with sensation. Her eyes were closed tight and she tried to gasp for breath as one rush of pleasure after another came over her body. She could feel her juices running down the crack of her ass and on to Rob's couch. She didn't care, in fact the more that ran down the better. She continued to grind her pelvis against this man whom she thought was her husband, and whom she thought was giving her the best fucking of their marriage. The stranger felt like his balls were going to explode and then inevitably the cum started to rise from the base of his cock, almost in slow motion. Karen could feel his cock growing inside her which was a sure indication that he was about to fill her pussy full of warm, sweet cum. For a moment, the Batman character started to back away for he didn't know this woman and it would be crazy to cum inside her, but as he did, Karen wrapped her legs around him and pulled him back in close. He could see her lips in the deeply lit room and it was quite easy to make out that she said "Cum inside me". Without a second thought, the first burst of semen exploded out the head of his dick and coated the walls of her pussy. Karen moaned loudly again as she could feel the stream go inside her. She had never felt Kevin cum so hard and so forcefully before. Much to her surprise and delight, the first shot was followed by a second that seemed to have the same force and even better, the same amount of his hot, sticky fluid. Then for what seemed like a marathon, she felt his cock jerk and flex inside her as he kept on cumming and filling her pussy. He never lost his momentum as he continued to move in and out of her making some of the cum drip out and join hers on the couch. Karen had never been this turned on before. What had gotten into Kevin? "Guess this outfit did the trick!" she thought. Whatever it was, with the thought of her own juices mixing with what felt like a gallon of cum, it sent her over the edge as a second wave of climaxes rushed through her body. She literally couldn't stop cumming! She couldn't remember having multiple orgasms since college with her vibrator. She shook all over as this man continued to fuck her even as his hard-on was subsiding. Finally when they had both returned to Earth, he stood up and returned his costume to proper location. He gathered his faculties and turned towards the door. "Gees! Wait for me honey!" Karen shouted as she straightened her panties out back over her soaking wet crotch. She stood up, fixed her skirt and ran her hands through her hair. She hoped nobody would notice or be able to tell what had just happened or smell the scent of sex that was under her little skirt. She was glowing, had a bit of sweat on her forehead and her chest and cheeks were flushed. She hurried out the door trying to catch up with her superhero husband who had quite a head start on her. As she followed him she approached the door to the stairs where Kevin's poker game was going on. Just as she picked up the pace to catch up with her lover, Kevin emerged from the stairway. His mask and cape were off. "Karen!?!" he exclaimed. "You're here!" and he grabbed her and gave her a bear hug. "What an amazing surprise!" he spoke over the music into her ear. Karen was in shock. She couldn't speak. Frozen. What had just happened? She quickly had to let those thoughts flee and snap out of the trance. She smiled. "I was bored at home and I knew how bad you wanted me to come. So I dug out this little thing and decided to surprise you." "Well, mission accomplished!" he shouted as he took a step back and looked her over. He hugged her again and spoke more candidly into her ear. "You look so hot baby... and I know that smell..." he looked at her and smirked. "Someone's feeling a little frisky, aren't they?" he joked. All she could do was smile as she felt her strange lover's cum leak down into her panties. Who was that masked man anyway?