She walked into the party alone, most of her face covered by a lacy pink masquerade-style mask. The silk string of the mask was tied into a neat bow behind her head. Her hair was long—far past her full breasts—and fell in loose curls around her back, chest and shoulders. It was very light blonde but natural—not bleached, and her skin was porcelain and pale. Her perfect pouty lips were painted in a faint pink color, her cheeks made lightly rosy and her long, perfect nails were covered in pink nail polish. She wore a traditional corseted gown from the Victorian era. Her corset was white and visibly strict and tight on her fit frame. She had several petticoats on underneath her ruby-colored skirt, which was so full it came out around her nearly two feet on each side. It was adorned with pink velvet bows and trimmed with off-white lace, which matched her corset. The lace sleeves were small, wrapping just around her upper arms. She wore long strands of white pearls, which spilled over the top of her full bosom and bounced gently against her stomach as she walked through the crowded party. She looked like a goddess from a movie, she looked like a true Victorian beauty, and no one had ever seen her before.
He was dressed as Charlie Chaplin, the tails of his suit coat nearly touching the floor. He wore the traditional black bowler hat and had a small, black grease mustache painted on his clean shaven face. He wasn’t short like Chaplin was, but the costume was obvious enough for even fellow college students to figure out. He went against the grain, avoiding the stereotypical costumes like Michael Myers and Jason. He poured himself a snifter of Brandy—the most adult and sophisticated drink at the party—and began to people watch. He saw a few sexy nurses—tits spilling out of skin tight latex body suits—and he counted a few cats and even a sexy crayon. They were so obvious and unoriginal that it didn’t attract him whatsoever. It was about two-drinks later that she appeared before him, seemingly out of nowhere. He set his glass down and outstretched his hand to her. She looked at his hand, then looked up into his eyes through her pink mask, and smiled. He put his hand down, stepped to her and said into her ear over the loud music “I’m Charlie”. She nodded her head yes, as if to say she understood his costume. She raised one gloved hand and summoned him to follow her, using her pointer finger to coax him forward.
He trailed behind her, taking in her elaborate and seemingly uncomfortably accurate costume, wondering what this beautiful girl was all about. She led him through the crowded fraternity house, out the back door past a hot tub full of nude college students, and down the trail behind the house that led down to the river. As he followed her he noticed a glow coming from the water’s edge. When she stopped they were on the bank of the river, a large fur blanket laid out and candles lit all around it. There were a few roses strewn about the blanket, two wine glasses and a jug of wine nearby. He was confused as to who this was meant for but as he stared at the beautiful girl in front of him, he suddenly didn’t care to ask. She pulled him into her and began unbuckling his pants. Her gloved fingertips brushed against his groin and gave him goosebumps.
She worked quickly to free his half-erect cock from his black trousers. She looked up at him, her blue eyes twinkled mysteriously in the candle light, the sound of running water filling the air. In the distance he could hear the music from the party and a laugh every now and then. She dropped to her knees in front of him and slipped his eight inches into her mouth. He quickly grew rock hard in her mouth as he watched this mysterious beauty suck his long member. She was delicate and gentle, but rough enough to ram his throbbing dick to the back of her throat and simulate swallowing. He felt himself pulsating in her tight, wet throat. He looked down and watched the masked beauty take him in, bobbing slowly on him while looking into his eyes. He leaned slightly down and used his pointer finger to tug through the tied top of her corset. Like magic, it unraveled instantly before him, opening up to expose her creamy white c-cup breasts. The candle light danced against her skin, illuminating her perfect areoles and rock-hard nipples.
He reached down and wrapped his hand around one of her breasts and squeezed it. It was fat, full, soft and filled his big hands completely. They were real breasts and they were amazing. As he let go of her breast and leaned further in and took his aching balls into her mouth. They filled her mouth completely but somehow she managed to swirl her tongue around his sack, sending a shock wave through his horny body. She switched between taking him down her throat and taking his balls in her mouth for a few minutes. Watched this topless, gorgeous stranger suck his long, hard, aching dick on the edge of the river made him crazy. He felt his big balls grow tight and knew that he couldn’t hold back much longer. As she drug her tongue up the underside of his long cock and teased his head, he grabbed his member and began shooting streams of thick, hot cum all over her naked tits and face. She smiled, taking his nut all over her body for what seemed like minutes without break. When he was done she stood up and stepped out of her petticoats and skirt, standing completely naked before him, only her mask remained. She smiled coyly and turned her back to him and walked a few steps down into the river.
“That’s got to be freezing!” he called out to her as she continued to wade into the still, cold river. The candlelight only went so far and after she walked out a few feet, he had trouble seeing her. “Hey, don’t go out any further,” he called, zipping up his pants and buckling up. He quickly dug his cell phone out of his pocket and turned on the flash light and held it up in the air over the water. There were no movement ripples in the water. There were no bubbles coming up. The banks were bare and he couldn’t see any movement of any kind for at least ten feet out. He began to panic. Where had she gone? He would have to get in and dive down, try to find her. He dropped his phone so he could begin to take off his clothes but stopped when he heard his phone hit the loose gravel near the waters edge. He looked down. There was no corset or petticoat, no elaborate Victorian skirt or candles. There was no blanket, no wine, no wine glasses. It was all gone.
He looked back out into the water—it remained still, silent and undisturbed. He grabbed his phone off the ground and redressed as he walked back up the trail to the house, confused and quite frankly, frightened. He had only had a few drinks, he didn’t feel drunk and he was sure he just busted a huge load. He pushed through a crowd of college students and made his way back to the small bar in the corner and poured himself another whiskey, still trying to imagine what had just happened. He was oblivious to the party around him as he stood, puzzled. Just then a slutty nurse approached him. “Oh, let me get this,” she said, reaching out towards his coat. “Wow,” she said, pulling a long, white-blonde hair from his coat. “That’s long!” He stared at her, his heart racing. What the hell was going on? This was going to be a Halloween he wouldn’t forget.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/9t0um7/the_victorian_beauty_halloween
I love this! Fantastic story. Well written, and such a great plot :) xx