I’ve always loved Halloween. You mean there is a day each year that I can dress up as slutty as I want and no one can say shit? And it’s embraced? I’m always on board.
This one occurred when I was a little younger and dressed in a slutty race car driver outfit. [This in fact](https://www.erome.com/a/zQ1n9cAJ) to give you an idea (I keep all my costumes). My best friend Brittney invited me to someone’s house for a party. She came with a guy she was hooking up with, I was flying solo.
Brittney was wearing a skimpy army outfit that we threw together last minute but she looked cute either way.
We get to this fairly large house that someone had spent a long time decorating because it was on point. Big backyard with bonfire going, music blasting and a lot of people already there. I didn’t know a single person and that tends to make me shy so alcohol was needed.
Brittney guided me through the house to the kitchen since she knew the guy that was hosting, Jeremy, and had been there before. So many people in a variety of dress and undress and I felt that I hadn’t gone as slutty as I could have. After talking with Jeremy and grabbing a drink, we headed outside to smoke.
On the way outside, I felt something strange on my ass. Some tall guy dressed as Wolverine ran his claws across my ass, startling me but disappeared before I had a chance to say boo. Over the next 2 hours or so, I had several drinks and was finally feeling relaxed around the masked and costumed strangers. I went inside to use the restroom and was waiting in a small line. Jeremy probably saw me struggling a bit and came up to me, telling me that I could use the upstairs one.
I headed up the stairs and down a hallway but it was locked. After a knock, and a “one minute,” I waited in the hall, on the verge of an emergency. Too much vodka.
The door opened and those claws appeared again, wrapping around the end of the door as Wolverine emerged.
“What are you doing up here all alone Nascar?”
“Oh, the guy, um Jeremy? Yeah, Jeremy said I could come up. Really have to pee.”
“Well by all means then.”
He held the door open for me but in the way that I had to walk underneath his clawed arm to go inside. He shut the door slowly, lingering just a bit. I locked it to be sure and did what I needed to do. I opened the door slowly, expecting to see him but he was gone which was a relief. Might have been a bit creeped out if he had been listening to me.
I started down the hallway when I saw the familiar claws come peeking out of another door and here he came again. “Hey Nascar, want to see something?”
“Um, ok I guess.” I walked into what I thought was a bedroom but was in fact a very nice office. Large wooden desk, bookshelves lining the room and a few TVs lining one wall. They were all hooked up to the surveillance cameras and I could see everyone in the house, backyard, everywhere.
“Check this out, right…here.” He clicked the remote and showed the side yard, displaying a slutty tinker bell giving a blow job to a guy in a gruesome mask. Wasn’t the best footage but you could tell what was happening. “Not trying to be creepy but wanted to check and see how the party was going and I stumbled upon this. I’m sure there will be more, really just want to make sure no one makes off with anything.”
By now tinker bell had turned around to face the house and was being fucked from behind, it was pretty hot to see.
“Well it’s still creepy to watch them without them knowing, but it is hot. Too bad there’s no sound.” It was more weird that he was holed away up here, watching everyone rather than downstairs actually partying. And I was sitting there wondering why someone would need so many cameras but I kept that thought to myself.
“Doesn’t do it for me either but I like knowing that someone is enjoying themselves. Let’s see what else is on.” He flipped through the cameras, and while tinker bell appeared to be the only one getting plowed, several others were in the stages of starting. Making out in the living room, groping on the deck, the entire place was on display and many were enjoying themselves. As weird as it was, I liked being able to watch everyone.
One hallway showed someone almost knocking over a table and grabbing it before a glass box of some kind fell. “Rrrr, told Craig to put that shit away. Oh well, bound to be some collateral damage. Want a drink?” He pulled open a drawer in the desk and pulled out a bottle of whiskey.
“Oh so cliche, no it’s clear liquor for me, whiskey and I don’t get along,”
“Ok, stay right here.” He walked out and I could see him going downstairs. I grabbed the remote that he had been using, switched between all the various cameras they had set up and found him. I think he knew I could see him in the kitchen, making me some sort of pink concoction with extra flourishes. Grabbed an umbrella and put it on the side. Then he looked straight into the camera and stood still for just a few seconds before slowly walking back. I followed him with my eyes and switched feeds. He headed down a hallway, dragging his claws against the wall, still staring at each camera. By the time he was headed up the stairs and down the hallway, I could hear him against the wall and it was a little creepy but exciting. He opened the door slowly and came in with my very girly drink.
“Hopefully this is ok, give it a tase.” It was good, very strong but much better for me than whiskey. “Thank you I appreciate it.”
“So you came here with Brittney, right?” We chatted for a bit, him sitting at the desk and me resting on the edge of it. “Speaking of Brittney, what is she doing?” He pointed to the screen and there she was, no longer with the guy she had arrived with but another guy in a Top Gun costume (again cliche but right up her alley) in a corner of the dining room. I laughed “yeah, that’s Brittney, she likes the attention. Don’t we all though?”
“I’m sure you get your fair share Nascar, like your outfit by the way.”
“Thank you, I do but if she’s around, she definitely wants to be in the center of it all. I just go with it and let her do her thing.”
“Gotcha, well don’t let her overshadow you. You’ve got it, just don’t flaunt it as much which is preferred.”
I finished my drink and continued the conversation. He reached to grab my glass and impaled my stomach with his claws. “So sorry, did not mean to do that.”
“What about earlier? Clawing my ass.”
“Intentional and inappropriate, shouldn’t have but couldn’t resist.”
“Well, as long as you don’t poke me again, with the claws, I’m good.”
He came around the desk and set the glasses on another table. Came back towards me, wearing the look that I had seen on the cameras as he came upstairs. “I won’t if I can help it but you do look like you like it rough.”
I could feel myself blush and the alcohol was interfering with my ability to think of a response other than to bite my lip and grab onto the edge of the desk.
He continued over, putting his hands on the desk on either side of me, close enough that I could smell a mixture of whiskey and cologne. “What I really want to know is what you taste like.”
My body was humming by this point, having watched so many other mess around, I wanted to join in the fun. He leaned in and kissed me, the taste of whiskey was on his breath and despite my aversion to it I didn’t want that to stop. With his lips still connected to mine, he traced his claws down my legs and it felt so weird and sexy at the same time. He kissed me one more time and began working his way down, unzipping the top of my costume with his teeth. My black bra was visible and I could feel myself breathing harder and my chest was rising and falling.
He continued down across my bare stomach and grabbed my shorts with his hands and yanked them down. “No panties at all? You came prepared to be ravaged didn’t you?”
“Mmm well they would have showed, was trying to look good.”
“That you do Nascar.” He was tracing his beard across the inside of my thighs, nibbling as he went. Grabbed my ass with both his hands and scooted me to the very edge of the desk, pushing me back so I was laying down. His hand was on my stomach and his claws extended up to my throat. My legs rested on his shoulders as he got on his knees.
I had expected a rougher time at first but he was so gentle. Licking me up and down slowly, teasing me with his tongue and biting lightly on my thighs. He avoided my clit entirely and I was starting to think that maybe he was one of those that just didn’t know where it was despite staring him in the face. Finally, as I was feeling desperate from all the teasing, he grabbed my clit with his lips and sucked hard. It shocked me and I audibly gasped, bringing my head up to look.
His beard tickled my lips as he kept sucking and flicking me with his tongue, staring at me like I was a long awaited meal. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched him while he ate, filling me and lapping me up. His hand on my stomach drifted down until the base of it rested on my clit and he grinded it against me, making me moan harder and louder. When I felt that it was too much he would go back to sucking and kept switching each time I was close. “Oh you’re not getting off that easily.”
“Well then let me drive for a bit then.” I stood up and switched places with him, getting on my knees as I unzipped his pants, his bulge straining against his briefs. He shot straight up when I unleashed him, his girth surprised me and he was veiny as well. I teased him right back, following the contours of his hips with my bottom lip, grazing his balls with my chin, a single lick up the shaft while staring him down. After I saw a very obvious twitch of his dick and heard an audible moan, I spit on the tip and took him fully in my mouth, sucking hard as I pulled out. I proceeded to use only my mouth as he had, switching between sucking on his balls and engulfing his thick dick with my mouth. He was too much for me to go all the way down but I hit the back of my throat a few times and couldn’t help but gag hard.
He grabbed me by the hair and I could feel his claws rest on my back, tangled in my hair. He didn’t push me into him but held my head with both his hands, groaning loudly while I worked. After a particularly hard gag, he moaned “ok, enough fucking around,” took the clawed hands off and tossed them out of the way. He leaned down, picked me up by my waist and placed my ass back on the desk.
I leaned back while he ran the tip of him along the inside of my lips, both of us wet from the excitement and each other’s spit. He reached down into his pants on the floor and pulled out a condom, ripped it open and secured it in place. He popped his head inside me and held it there and I pushed on him inside me, hoping he would feel my efforts. He looked at me and smirked “oh I feel that baby, you’re fucking tight and I can feel it all.” Slowly, he eased in and out, a bit more of him each time. Every time he pushed into me, I couldn’t help but moan loudly, I could feel him stretching me more and more.
He was thicker that what I was used to and I could feel the difference. Each time he went inside me, I felt fuller. It was right on the verge of too much but the drinks helped to make it so I could handle him. His hands grasped right under my knees and pushed them into me, pinning me to the desk so that his thrusting would hit home. Grabbing my ass he lifted me off the desk, my hands around his neck, and bounced me up and down his shaft in the air.
He pressed me up against the wall and railed me repeatedly. Started getting rougher and I started getting louder. Thankfully the music downstairs probably covered up most of the banging against the wall and my moaning and eventual screams.
“I’m gonna cum baby.”
“Cum for me please.”
He grabbed my ass hard, digging into me with his fingers and shoved his dick in me as deep as he could. He held me there, pinned against the wall as he came inside me, grunting with each short pulse. He put me down tenderly and slipped out. I went and grabbed my clothes and looked on the cameras to see if anyone was in the hallway. Seeing the all clear, I quickly went to the bathroom half naked, he followed me in.
After cleaning up, I went back to the office to get my shoes and calm down. That’s when I noticed it. The upper corner of the room, wedged between the ceiling and the bookshelf.
“Did you record this?”
“What? Oh, yeah well I didn’t anticipate this at all. Sorry should have said something earlier, it automatically deletes but I’ll get rid of it now.”
“Can I watch it?”
I’ve never been really into porn, always have preferred reading stories or soft core but I love watching myself have sex. It was especially good since I had no idea I was being recorded. While watching it, I started getting worked up again, especially when he had me up against the wall. While sitting on the desk, he pulled my shorts down one last time and rubbed my clit while kissing me. I watched him pound me into the wall and felt him finger my pussy while holding me down on the desk. After I came, he took his wet fingers, shoved them in my mouth and kissed me so we could both taste my cum.
I got dressed once more and we headed downstairs. Brittney spotted me while he was making another drink for me and came over, this time with a large guy that I couldn’t tell what his costume was supposed to be.
“Hey, I looked for you but didn’t see you,” leaning into my ear and lowering her voice,”he’s hot, always had a thing for Chris but he’s a little weird. What have you been doing?”
“He gave me a tour of the house, that’s all. Didn’t know his name so thanks.”
“Whore,” she knows me too well.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/q8q1jw/wolverine_the_voyeur_that_used_his_claws_on_me_at