She told me to fuck her in her Halloween makeup and costume — after finding out why, I couldn’t say no. [FM]

Prior adventures that are somewhat related:

I [M] got to watch a long-term flirt have passionate sex after not seeing her for a few years. [FF] [FM] from gonewildstories

I [25/M] fucked the hot bartender [27/F] after she demanded it (not that I was complaining) [FM] (long-ish) from gonewildstories

I got a blowjob from a bottle service girl in the back room of a nightclub. [FM] from gonewildstories

(skip to &&&& for the naughty stuff)

I’ll set the scene: I was DJing a bottle service nightclub on a Friday of Halloween Weekend in 2014, and it’s a wild night. Sparklers, glowing bottles, CO2 cannons, it’s great. The club was packed with bachelor and bachelorette parties, there was a dozen and a half other tables going crazy — and with it being Halloween Weekend, it was even more debaucherous than usual. Holidays always bring out the nutters (St Pats, Halloween, NYE, Thanksgiving Eve are the terrible foursome).

I remember playing the Cedric Gervais remix to Summertime Sadness and it was just bananas. We had multiple costume contests going on that night with huge prizes, so many of the costumes were over the top, or there were group costumes that were crazy. (I personally went as what I go as every year on Halloween: a guy who doesn’t get dressed up because every costume gets too hot over time and I just end up abandoning it an hour into my set).

I was watching the crowd and remember seeing a table full of “zombie brides” — zombie makeup, but “sexy”, and all in torn and ripped wedding dresses and veils (sort of like [this](https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0904/4410/products/zombie-bride-costume-halloween-bride-dress-daisy-dress-for-less-12013210861620_2000x.png?v=1575932066), but showing more skin — the dresses were all thigh-high or less)– they had a table two over the booth, and one of them came over to talk to me (this was around 1 am). I was thinking this was going to be a request, but when she got close and spoke into my ear she asked, “Do you remember me?”, then pulled back and smiled.

(time travel backwards here)

In 2013, I was working full-time as a nightclub DJ and very, very, very part-time as a wedding DJ. By that I mean I’ve been DJing for a long time and still I’ve only done eight weddings, three of them for friends of mine. I can’t stand DJing weddings — it’s too much pressure and bullshit to deal with — even the ones I’ve done for friends have been a pain in my ass. Family members who want to speak but aren’t authorized to do so, day-of wedding planners who don’t do their job, obnoxious or inappropriate requests (do you seriously think I’m going to drop David Banner’s ‘Play’ at a wedding?!), and so on.

Anyway, I DJ’d this wedding for a couple named James & Summer — she saw me play at a club and asked me to bring that energy to their wedding dancefloor. Cool, right? We met up a few times so I could get a feel for them, and he… well, he was kind of a dick, and she was funny and cool and was the one who wanted to hire me. I guess he wasn’t a total dick, he was just uptight and kind of short with me at times, especially in emails.

The first time we all met we met at a bar and I bought them drinks and we chit-chatted about them and their story — she was super bubbly and excited and he just seemed… less than excited? Truthfully, I’ve turned down doing weddings after meeting the couple (or carefully passed them off to a friend of mine to work with who’s less discerning), and while their energy was off, who was I to judge them? I get it. Planning a wedding is stressful.

So, I DJ’d the wedding, and it went great, other than him shoving cake in her face when she clearly was annoyed by it. She played it off as whatever but was obviously bothered. The night ended, I got my check and tip from the Best Man, and went to leave, but not before both James & Summer gave me big hugs and thanked me for my work that night (one of their friends actually hired me to fly to Hawaii to DJ her wedding a few months later, but I got really sick about a week before and had to bail and help them find someone locally out there to cover for me).

(back to life, back to reality)

“Do you remember me?”

*Fuck*. “I’m really sorry, but I don’t.” She looked vaguely familiar but not enough so that I could identify her, plus she had so much “zombie” makeup on, I’d barely be able to identify my own sisters dressed like that.

“It’s Summer!”, she beamed at me, “you DJ’ed my wedding last year!”

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry! Come up!!”, extending my hand and opening the door to my booth for her to climb in. This booth was pretty great because it was big and spacious, and overlooked the tables and dancefloor — but was also close enough to be able to interact with people. On an average night, I’d have about 20 people in the booth with me over the course of the evening, celebrating and popping bottles. It was the center of the party, both literally and figuratively, easily one of the best DJ booths in NYC.

To describe Summer — well, non-zombie bride Summer — she had long light brown hair with blonde highlights, about 5’5”, green-blue eyes, thin lips, a body toned by high school and college soccer, something I learned from our pre-wedding meetings — meaning an athletic body, especially her ass and legs — small but gorgeous breasts… 34A if I could guess but I’m an idiot, so don’t quote me — she had freckles and was extremely friendly.

She took my hand and climbed up, hugging me when she got inside, kissing my cheek. “It’s so good to see you again,” she yelled into my ear, “how are you doing??” I quickly threw on a four minute song so we could chat briefly. “I’m good,” I told her, “staying busy. How are you?”

“I got divorced!”, she said with pride, showing her left hand with no ring on it.

“Whoa, oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!”

“Don’t be,” she said into my ear, grabbing my shoulder, “the whole thing was a mistake. James wasn’t the guy I thought he was, we split after about eight months. Papers finally processed recently, hence,” she stepped back and curtsied, “the costumes! Plus, it’s my friend’s bachelorette party, so it made sense, right?”

I laughed and said it sounded good to me, then offered her a shot from the bottle management would leave in my booth to give away. She accepted, and told me she had to go back to her friends, but *did* ask me to play “Shake It Off” before leaving. On her way down from the booth, she grabbed me — “Sorry — can I have your number again? My friend’s DJ is being flaky and I wanted to pass it off to her.”, and she smiled and handed me her phone. I typed it in and she thanked me, hurrying back off to her friends.

About 15 minutes later, I played her request and (of course) it blew up (this was the height of “Shake It Off” fever, so no shit they were so happy I played it — earlier than I wanted to, but hey). The rest of the night was fairly normal — at one point Summer came over with her bachelorette friend to take selfies in the DJ booth and do some shots, during which at one point she grabbed my hand to hold it for a minute while we talked. Then around 3, she texted me.

> *We’re leaving soon, and I gave your number to my friend…but what are you doing after this? My friends and I got a bunch of hotel rooms close by, you should come hang!*
>
> **im done around 4, text me the address, i’ll swing thru :)**
>
> *Can’t wait to eat your brains lol*

I looked over at her and she was laughing at her own joke and making zombie, uh, moves? About ten minutes later, her group made their way out, but Summer waved to me and blew a kiss my way.

The second it hit 4 am, I had most of my gear packed up, told the GM I’d get my check next time and made my way over to the hotel Summer and her friends were staying at — thankfully only a block away as she said. I found my way up to her floor and knocked on the hotel room door. She answered it, still in full makeup and costume — there were four or five other zombie brides (along with a few dudes from the club in the room) all still in their makeup, some in casual clothes, some still in their wedding dresses, having a nightcap. “DJ!!!” a few exclaimed when Summer brought me in.

“I’m so glad you made it!”, Summer told me as we hugged. She grabbed my hand and pulled me in as someone handed me a beer. I sat in a chair and started chatting with one of the other brides — I got their itinerary for the weekend. They had gone to dinner at a fancy sushi place before the club, and had plans for the morning, going to a drag brunch and then another dinner and a club again — this time without their makeup and going with the “traditional” white dress for the bride and the black dresses for the bridesmaids.

I kept an eye on Summer during this and could see her getting a little antsy — we made eye contact, and she came and sat down on my lap. Over the next fifteen or so minutes, she slowly grinded into my crotch — nonchalantly, of course — pushing her gorgeous ass into me. I put a hand on her hip to help guide her, but we kept up the course of conversation with other people.

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Soon enough, people started to go to bed — it was late after all, and eventually Summer pushed everyone out except the two of us. Standing at the door, she deadbolted it, turned around and told me with a smile, “My friend’s going to stay in another room, it’s just us.”

“Please tell me that you’re gonna leave that makeup on?”, I asked with a smile.

Summer smirked. “I think it’s the only way to go, right?”

She grabbed me and pushed me onto the bed, our lips connecting and her makeup smearing my face (it was pretty heavy, I could feel it immediately). I groped her ass hard with both hands — even if she had stopped playing soccer competitively, it was obvious she had kept in shape. It felt glorious in my hands.

Summer grinded her body into mine, and started kissing my ear and neck. “I have a secret to tell you,” she said between breaths, and pulled back to straddle me for a second, pulling her hair back into a bun with a hairclip she pulled seemingly out of nowhere (seriously, how do women do this?!). “This isn’t just a random wedding dress I’m wearing.” My eyes opened a little. “It’s the dress I wore the night I married James. I was never going to wear it again, but I figured I could wreck it tonight in celebration.” She smiled devilishly. “Do you want to help me wreck this dress?”

As if I wasn’t already hard, that cleared up any questions. “How do you want it done?”, I asked. She told me, again, in a firm and definitive voice: “Just wreck this fucking dress, please,” then took a breath and grinned. I didn’t need any further instruction from her. Immediately, she laid back down on top of me, and we kissed, our hands exploring each other. She reached to my belt and undid it while still laying on me, her knees extended outside my hips. Summer gently undid my jeans without even a second effort, and grabbed my hard dick under my boxer briefs, rubbing it with her hand while she kissed and sucked on my neck.

I could hear her breath getting deeper and louder as I felt her body — I grabbed her breasts through her dress, and they fit my hands perfectly. I pushed her while still kissing her so we were both sitting up, then pulled back so I could very gently (at first) try and rip her wedding dress around her chest. I looked at her for one last sign of approval, and she nodded — with two hands, I pulled apart her dress along one of the seams, ripping the stitching and kissing her body as it split (looking back, she may have possibly loosened some of the stitching in the bathroom in advance, just in case). Summer giggled and moaned as I did this to her — she clearly needed release in more than one way.

Summer had asked me to wreck her dress, so I figured it was time to try and assert some dominance. I pushed and stood her up off of me — she stood there in her half-torn wedding dress and zombie makeup and I told her to get on her knees — she compiled. I pulled my dick out and told her to suck me off until I said stop. She smiled her consent and started to work me. Her makeup smeared more and more as I grabbed her face and hair to make her suck my dick faster, covering my hands a bit here and there.

“Can you take all of my dick?”, I asked with most of it in her mouth. Summer nodded, her eyes watering a little, and she pushed her mouth and throat all the way onto it, gagging a bit. “You wouldn’t want to ruin your dress by gagging, would you?”, I asked sarcastically.

Summer pulled back and her spit and drool poured out of her mouth onto her wedding dress, her eyes still watering, makeup leaking down as well. “Do that again,” she begged, and I pushed my dick down her throat again, grabbing the back of her head in the bun. She gave me a huge smile until she gagged again, I waited a moment, then pulled back — once again, drool and spit spilling onto her dress. She looked up at me and grinned from ear to ear, wiping her lips, then stood up and laid on the bed, leaning against the headboard, and gave me a “come here” finger gesture.

I pulled my clothes off, and grabbed a condom from my bag, then handed it to her. Summer carefully placed it on my dick, and I spit on my hand to get it wet — I pulled her panties to the side, her wedding dress riding up, and pushed my dick inside her dripping wet pussy. Immediately, she moaned and rolled her eyes back in pleasure. I started pumping her slowly at first, but she asked me to go harder — and I did — and then asked me to go harder again. She wasn’t playing around. I grabbed her dress, using it as leverage to pull her onto my dick harder than before and we got into a rhythm, her small tits bouncing as I fucked her hard.

Her dirty talk was fucking amazing. “James didn’t fuck me in this dress, he passed out before he could even get it up. You like knowing you’re the first to fuck my cunt with me in this dress?”, she told me. “If you keep saying shit like that, I’m going to cum before I want to,” I grunted back to her.

She moaned loudly, then said, “Good, then fucking come all over me.” That was enough — even though it had only been a few minutes of fucking, the whole situation had pushed me over the edge, and I pulled out, ripped the condom off, and shot my cum all over her dress. Summer played some of it with her fingers, then licked it off. We laid there for ten minutes or so, kissing and touching each other.

“You’re not done, are you?”, she asked me and pushed me over onto my back, then started to suck me off again, this time without deepthroating or gagging herself. She just wanted me hard — it took a few minutes, but I got there, and she climbed on top of me, “don’t worry,” she whispered in my ear. A stupid choice in the moment, but fuuuuuuuuuuck it. She pushed me inside her pussy, and it felt spectacular without the rubber (it felt great with it, but god damn). She was so fucking tight before but I felt it even more now — she rode me as she rubbed her clit, her dress pulled up, torn and covered in makeup, spit, and cum.

After a few minutes of her on top, I rolled her onto her back again, pumping her hard as she played with her clit. I could feel her getting tighter, and she grabbed my arm as she approached climax. Moments later, she came hard, smiling and laughing a little bit as her orgasm subsided, then asked, “Can you come again? I want more on my dress.” Of course, I nodded yes, and I rolled her over to fuck her prone. She had such an athletic and toned body, her ass was really nice and tight but a decent size. I grabbed her dress and pushed it up enough to her expose her ass, but decided then to just pull the dress apart, ripping it from the bottom up to above her ass.

I slipped my dick in, and started to fuck her — she was up on one elbow, her other hand still on her pussy, rubbing her clit. I took a thumb and gently pressed it against her asshole, and asked if that was okay. She moaned yes, and I pushed my thumb in, palming one of her cheeks, and gripped her hair and shoulder with my other hand. Riding her this way for a few minutes, I could get very deep in her pussy, and she tightened around my dick again and I could a wave of wetness — she stiffened up and came once more, louder than last time. I slowed my pace to let her collect herself, then asked if she was ready. She nodded her head, and I started to fuck her again — slow at first, then fast and hard.

I could feel my second orgasm rising and let her know, so I pulled out and she flipped over. I knelt over her stomach and shot another load, again on her dress but also over her tits and neck. I moved up and put my dick back in her mouth, letting her suck whatever was left out of me. “Did I ruin your dress enough?”, I asked somewhat jokingly. She pulled my dick out of her mouth and laughed, “I don’t think I can wear it again in public, what do you think?”, then offered me a sarcastic high five (which I accepted). I secretly wished I could have walked her around the hotel lobby wearing the dress in that state, a fantasy I definitely thought about later on.

“I hope this isn’t weird, but you don’t have to stay here,” Summer told me, “this was fun, but I’m looking for zero commitment. You understand, right?” I told her of course, got dressed (I know, I should have showered), kissed for another minute, and then said our goodbyes. We hooked up a few more times over the next month, but it never went anywhere romantically — it was always booty calls and while it never involved a wedding dress again, she definitely wanted to get a little weird and freaky sometimes, but nothing outrageous. She’s remarried now and living in (ironically enough since it’s where I’m from) the Pittsburgh area, and has two kids with another on the way according to her IG.

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