I check myself over in the mirrir again. Top pushing up what little breasts I have to show more clevage than there really is. Brown hair straightened with a little nurse hat on top.
Sexy nurse’s top squeezing my torso, showing off my petite hips and making my hips pop underneath the little white miniskirt. Fishnets showing off just enough leg to make you curious. Slutty nurse was the way to go.
Mark texted me again. I opened it. He said he would be dressed as the devil and to meet me in Stacy’ parent’s room. He wanted to fuck at the party in our costumes. It had been getting a little stale lately, so I was pretty excited to throw in something new.
Bree squealed when I came downstairs. She was rocking a slutty cop look and gushing over my outfit.
“Ally, you look so good. Ditch Mark and hook up with me tonight.”
We giggled and laughed and made our way to the car.
We stepped into the party which was in full spring. Bree split off to get a drink and mingle with the boys. She loved the attention she was getting and was attempting to set a record for most ass grabs at a party.
I looked around, my eyes grazing over the crowd of witches and nuns and vampires. Lots of vampires. Some guys just had the fake fangs in and called it a costume. Lazy.
And then I saw him across the room. The devil.
Full mask and head piece. Full outfit including cape. Red and black amongst a sea of other colors, standing out. And he was staring right at me.
His glowering stare shook my body, a shiver running down my spine. I was excited about the roleplay before, but now I was downright creaming myself over that stare.
I gave him a wink and nodded my head toward the stairs, making my way up. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see bright red making its way toward me.
I slid into Stacy’s room and laid across her bed sideways, tilting my hip up to seduce him as he came in. He looked me over with his eyes and removed his cape, throwing it to the ground. He rolled me onto my stomach and grabbed my hips firmly, pulling my ass up. Rougher than he usually is, but I was all for it.
My skirt was lifted up to reveal my red lacey thong. A wetness was added to the one I created, his tongue moving up and down my underwear, the lace rubbing against my swollen lips. I moaned softly at this, feeling myself drip onto his tongue through the fabric.
He pulled the thong to the side and his tongue plunged into me, filling me with slick ecstacy. He flicked and shoved and swirled in me. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in deeper as I moaned louder now, safe that I was being drowned out downstairs by the music.
He pulled his tongue from me and I could hear a zipper being pulled down. He lined his head with my pounding clit and slide slowly back and forth, dragging preasure across it that drove me insane. I don’t know what porn Mark had been watching, but he definitely learned from it.
He slid back once more and slowly worked his way into my pussy, inch by inch filling me up. It had never felt so deep before. I brought my ass back against him, but he grabbed my waist again, holding me in place.
He pulled out slowly again, and slid in a little faster. Each time, he pushed into me faster until he was pulling out slow and then slamming into me.
My breath hitched everytime he slammed, with me whimpering every time he pulled out. Something was building up in as he did this. My pussy wanted more until I couldn’t take it anymore.
His speed picked up and he started properly fucking me, slamming the length of his cock deeper than I had ever felt it, my ass perked in the air as his cock as its way with my dripping cunt.
I moaned quicker, my heart beating faster as the build up in my overflowed, my cunt pushing him pit as I squirted all over him and Stacy’s bed. Holy shit, I had only been able to do that in the shower before.
My pussy throbbed and I shook my hips and he plunged himself deeply once again, faster and harder. His hand worked its way around my hip and played with my clit as he bent over me, his chest to my back, pushing my ass down and fucking me like he was on a mission.
He pulled out and I turned over. The Devil moved to the side of the bed and aimed his cock at my now open mouth, stroking, all the while staring that stare into my eyes.
He came rope after rope into my mouth, down my throat, and coating my lips. On my side, still shaking and laying in a puddle of my own making, I grabbed his cock and sucked it clean.
He winked at me, grabbed his cape, and exited the room.
I turned over on my back, my breath heavy, watching my chest heave from my heart pounding, when my phone went off.
I grabbed it saw it was a message from Mark.
“Babe, where are you? We’re supposed to meet in Stacy’s parents room.”
He then sent me a picture of him in his outfit. He bought cheap devil horns and drew a goatee on his face.
I sat up abruptly and ran to the door, looking down the hallways. But The Devil was gone
Great story, love the ending!