Halloween is my favorite Holliday and this year, I made it extra special. I love dressing up, putting on the makeup and feeling very child-like again. I'm usually a pretty bland, skinny jeans and Vans type of chick, but Halloween brought out a totally different side of me.
I spent all of October going to different costume stores, trying things on, messing around with new hairstyles and everything else. I wanted to be 70 different things at once! I was indecisive and impatient. It was finally the 31st and I still wasn't in possession of an outfit. I needed a second opinion. I knew that I wanted something small, girly and temping. I had a small party to attend tonight and of course, I wanted to be the center of attention. But of course, it'll be all looking and no touching for anybody but Iann. He'd be the one with me on his arm all night, so he should approve of what I wear. Of course, that wouldn't be much.
I went to Halloween City one last time, determined to find what I was looking for. I walked down every isle, picking up any costume that I liked. I made it to the cramped dressing room, my arms weighed down with clothes. I undressed and took a look at myself in the mirror, really enjoying how I looked right then. I worried that some of the costumes would be too big for my tiny, 5'4, 100lb frame. I wouldn't want them falling off — well, not in public anyway.
The first thing I tried on was a knock-off Tinkerbell ensemble. A teeny-tiny, lime green dress, just barely covering my ass (which looked amazing right now, by the way. Hm, maybe I'm too full of myself) and a pair of wings. I wasn't a huge fan, but I was feeling like a tease. So I turned around, stood on my tippy-toes and took a quick picture of me from behind and sent it to Iann. Quickly, I took it off and put it back into the plastic bag it came in. Next was an Indian princess dress. I took a couple pictures with that one on too. Not showing too much, just enough to be exciting. I went through several more costumes. I trashed the dressing room. Short skirts, corsets and push-up bras everywhere. Every time I put a new one, I'd snap a picture, sending each one, building the anticipation for tonight. Finally, I decided on a Little Red Riding Hood outfit that really looked nothing like the real thing. I decided to hold off on the pictures on this one. I like surprises.
Thirty bucks later, I was walking out of the store with a kick-ass costume. I was more than ready for tonight. I went straight home and started getting ready. With music blasting through my house, I showered, danced around with nothing on, happy (more like horny) as can be. I spent the next few hours bringing out my girly side. Putting styling creams in my hair, curling it and pinning it to look almost like it was straight out of the 50's. Winged eyeliner and big lashes went around my hazel-green eyes, while dark red lipstick made my lips look super big. With precision, I painted my nails red as well. Really playing this up. I looked kinda silly with my hair and makeup all done up while I was still in nothing but black, lace-covered underwear. Not even a bra at this point.
I walked around and waited for my nails to dry as I killed time. It was 7:45. I'd be getting picked up in just 15 minutes, so I figured I should finally put everything on. Black, thigh high fishnets that hooked onto my underwear with a garters, followed by the black and red corset that I laced up super tight, pushing my boobs as high up as possible. Hey, I'm small. I need to play up what I have. A red skirt and a little cape was next. I touched up my makeup and took a few selfies, just because I felt cute. However, I still didn't send any. The doorbell rang and I kinda jumped. I get startled easily. I grabbed my house keys, squeezed into my red heels and opened the door, smiling like an idiot.
He stood there, surprised to see me so done up. He's never even seen me with makeup, much less, this. I jumped up, wrapping my arms around him and kissing him, still smiling proudly. I hadn't even noticed his costume. I'm not quite sure what it was, to be honest. Zombie hunter? He had some ratty clothes, a plastic knife and some fake blood. Whatever, it didn't matter to me. He was always ridiculously sexy. Ah, I'm so happy to have him all to myself.
"Shall we?" He asked, as he led me out the front door. I handed him my keys and half walked, half-skipped to his car as he locked my front door.
He got into the car, leaned over to kiss me again and told me that I looked incredibly sexy. I just gave him little smirk and turned the music on. It was warm out and there was very few things I enjoyed more than quiet car rides with nothing but the air on your face, coming in through the windows as you absorb the music and the sound of the road. We pulled up to the house and walked in, arm in arm. It was certainly not a small party.
There were at least few hundred people here. I was new to this type of thing, while he wasn't. Everybody was dressed up gorgeously. More music blaring, we socialized, I drank, he smoked, we played games and I drank a lit— lot more over the course of a few hours. Forgetting how low of a tolerance I had, I got pretty tipsy, pretty fast. I was dancing like there was no tomorrow. I probably looked like a stripper, but who cares? I was having fun, but I was anxious to leave and have even more fun, just one on one with Iann. He told me he had rented us a hotel room for tonight, just for a change of pace.
Around 1, I was finally tired of dancing, so I found him sitting on the other side of the room. Sitting on his lap and crossing my legs, I whispered in his ear that I was finally ready to go. He made me stand up and we left, hand in hand. Ha, stairs aren't fun when you're in an altered state like that. He kept looking over at me, just laughing. I had never been drunk around him. I wasn't even embarrassed! He makes me so comfortable. A quick car ride to the hotel and we were ready to go. Running in like kids, play-fighting over who would push the elevator button and then he carried me piggy back into our room. I'm sure everyone who worked there was beyond annoyed with us, but I really didn't care.
I stepped out of my shoes that were killing my feet and we wasted no time getting down to business. He threw me back onto the bed and held me down, kissing me deeply. I love it when he really displays his strength like that. It's unbelievably sexy. We made out like that for a while, both of us just getting more and more turned on by the minute. Kissing my neck and nibbling on my ears as he took off my barely-there skirt and already soaking underwear. He moved downwards and kissed the insides of my thighs as he traced circles with his fingers on my hips. I felt his tongue go over my clit, but just once. He was teasing me, just like I had teased him earlier in the day with the pictures.
Finally, he did what I needed him to. Licking and lightly sucking around my clit, earning whimpers from me. He began fingering me as well as he went faster with his mouth. Using his middle and ring finger to stimulate my g-spot, fast and hard. I got even louder. Going on and on until I finally hit climax. As I did, I reached down and pushed his face in between my legs even harder. He pulled his fingers out and shoved them into my mouth. I tasted myself as I shook in ecstasy, my eyes shut tight. When I was finally done, he just looked up at me and smiled. "How did I do?"
I felt like I couldn't talk, but I managed to get, "perfect" out of my mouth before I rolled over, fell sideways a little and unbuttoned his pants, giggling. I knew I couldn't do this for long, but I definitely wanted to try. He was on his back, with me on my hands and legs next to him. I pulled him out and said, "I will give you the best orgasm of your life tonight." Maybe a little overly-confident, whoops. I really had no filter between my brain and my mouth at that point.
I finally licked my lips and ran my tongue from the base all the way to the tip, up and down, over and over, while also using my hand to stroke him. I knew exactly how to slightly twist my hand, changing the grip on each finger each time I went down. I used my lips all around, giving him several sensations at once. Finally, I took as much of him into my mouth as possible. I wiggled my tongue around as I deepthroated him. After a while, he could tell I was getting tired, so he started to gently thrust into my throat. I usually wouldn't like this, but hey, it's Halloween. Go big or go home. He sped up, until he was full-on throat fucking me. I gagged over and over, tears rolled down my face. He said he was about to cum, so I pulled my head up and jacked him off onto my chest. I felt it drip down my corset between my boobs.
Again, I was the one on my back as we kissed for what felt like hours, but I knew was just a few minutes. He was already ready for round two. He reached down to the floor and pulled up couple strips of cloth that he had prepared for us. At first, I was confused. Then he pulled my arms up and tied them to the bedframe. This is exactly what I wanted. He took off the rest of my clothes and traced my body with his fingers, making me anxious for what I knew was coming. Finally, he pulled my legs up over his shoulders and entered me. I gasped. That first thrust is always the best. He didn't start slow and soft, he just went for it. Going hard and fast, holding me tightly by the hips. I was screaming within minutes. I came yet again and soon after, he did too.
We caught our breath, he untied me, I cleaned up and we just laid there, cuddling until we fell asleep. The perfect night, I'd say. (;
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1qfrhr/a_little_late_but_my_halloween_story_mf_oral_piv
That’s what I was originally going to do. I guess I should’ve. Thanks!