With Halloween coming and my brain already thinking about plans for it, I remembered this little story from several years ago.
I had been working constantly, often pulling seven day weeks. My friend has been trying for some time to hang out and get me out of the house. A week before Halloween he asked me to go to a party with him. It would be full costume, masks encouraged. I figured what the hell and swapped shifts around so I had a couple of days off.
I decided to push my own comfort levels with my costume, force myself to be more forward so I didn’t just sit on the wall all night keeping to myself. Combined with a recent kick of watching Bleach in my down time, I chose to go as Getsuga. I already had long black hair down my back, and the costume ended up being quite form fitting. It caught me by surprise how well I pulled it off. The constant physically demanding work had gotten me into pretty decent shape without me paying attention.
The party was at a couple’s house just outside of town. A good sized yard was set up with gruesome decorations, several tables and a few small games. It was already packed when I showed up and costumes ranged from minimum effort to nearly professional level cosplay, and plenty of people of all genders going for the sexy versions of their outfits.
Music was blasting inside and outside of the house and several small groups of people danced together. Inside the house was also decked out.
“Nice Getsuga costume.” I heard a voice behind me. I turned to find a stunning redhead looking me over with a smile on her blood red lips. She was fairly tall, just shy of my own 6’2 in her high heeled leather boots. She was dressed in a revealing leather vampiress outfit. It showed off a smooth firm stomach and an hourglass figure that almost made my jaw drop looney tunes style. Her red hair looked natural and was in a complicated braid down her back, with black sclera contacts, red eye shadow, and fangs visible in her smile. I swallowed a lump in my throat.
“You look stunning as well, Mistress of the Night.” I told her. I held my hand out and when she placed hers in it, I bowed slightly and kisses it, giving her a wink. She laughed.
“Keep that up and I might just have to eat your soul tonight, death god.”
“It might consume you instead, Lady.” I grinned.
“Want a drink?” She grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen. There was a cauldron on the table with dry ice fog rolling inside. She grabbed a couple of cups and soon we were outside chatting. We joined other people in a few of the games and chatted, refilling our cups a couple of times. Someone called out and the vampiress walked away. I watched her go, appreciating how she strutted in her boots. Deciding not to be clingy, I kept talking to the people we had been playing with. I ended up dancing with a few of them. A short, slim, blonde Athena with a white mask stayed pressed close to me, her ass pressed against me as she giggled feeling my erection grow.
Then the Mistress returned. She eyed Athena looking almost territorial.
“Welcome back, Mistress” I told her with a smirk. She smiled and took my hand. She stepped close to me and whispered in my ear.
“I have a surprise for you. Come on.” Athena turned to look at me looking a little off put.
“I’m sorry, Goddess. My Mistress calls.” I tried for suave.
“Dork.” She huffed and moved to dance with someone else.
“Well then. Lead the way.”
We went inside and she took me down a set of stairs to the basement. For lack of any better description the basement living room was decorated as a vampire lair strip club. Different music rolled down here. It was dark and heavy sounding. A small bar sat on one way, with small tables scattered along the other walls. Black and red drapes, low light, candles and incense burned on shelves. And in the middle of the room was a pole. Several couples spoke quietly at the tables, and a couple were making out against a wall.
“Come on, warrior. Let’s see you move., She purred. She led me to the center of the room. She grabbed the pole and began dancing. I could only admire her for a moment.
“Don’t keep me waiting, my dark lover.” She said mischievously. So I joined her. I knew nothing about pole dancing. But I followed her lead as best I could. I was more of a prop for her to use than anything, but we were both enjoying ourselves. She was fond of climbing or swinging around me, and it wasn’t long before we were touching all over each other. Her legs wrapped around me and I took the chance to pin her back to the pole, her wrists in one hand.
She growled and we kissed. It was heavy and deep, one of my hands gripping her ass, the other holding her wrists firmly. She broke the kiss and bit me. Her fangs sank into my neck painfully and I bucked her against the pole with my hips.
For the first time I noticed the other people in the room. They were watching us intently. The ones not all over each other. And there were a few more couples present now. Except for one man sitting at the bar. He was dressed as a dwarf. Big bushy fake beard, bald head, and crafter’s apron on. He was a bit tall for a dwarf, and he watched us intently, sitting alone.
“They want a show, lover. Are you game?” She purred. She writhed her hips on me and pushed her chest up to me. I looked at her with only the briefest hesitation. Then we were kissing again. Her hands free as I tore at her costume. Pulling her breasts free to suck and bite as she moaned and tore at my costume. Her feet touched down and I pulled her leather shorts down. The material was thin and tore. She gasped.
“Yes. Ravage me.” She said.
“I told you I’d consume you.” I said. She smirked.
“Let me help you.” She grabbed the pole and lifted a leg up to hold, showing of her fantastic ass and small patch of red hair. I knelt and kissed her. She was already soaked as I ran my tongue over her. I smacked her ass as I ate her out. Her leg locked over my shoulder and one hand ran through my hair urging me on. I obliged. I licked and fingered until she cried out, cumming hard for me as I nearly drowned in her.
“Fuck, fuck fuck. Yes.” She moaned. I stood and grabbed her. She tried to pull away. I spun her and pushed her against the pole, her breasts surrounding it.. “Fuck yes, lover. Fuck me, you bad boy.” She whimpered. I tore at my own pants, then I was pressed to her. She was tight. But I pushed. Small thrusts worked me into her as she started bouncing back on me until I was inside. We weren’t gentle. I spanked her and railed her. She reached back to claw at my arms and stomach. People catcalled and we ignored them.
I took her by the braid and arched her back as she grabbed the pole. Her next climax was too much. Her tight pussy trying to push me out as I used my weight to stay buried in her.
“I’m cumming.” I told her.
“Ohh. Baby. Cum for me.” She moaned. “Cum in your Mistress, please.” She whimpered. Shaking as she thrust her ass back against me. And I came. Pounding into her, filling her, and feeling another small orgasm clench me inside, milking me into her.
She moaned. We sank to the floor holding each other. I looked around. The dwarf was gone. Several couple remained, half watching us as they made out or were in the process of fucking themselves.
“Help me upstairs, lover. I want to take you to bed.” She purred. Her nails ran along my back.
“Won’t the owners mind?” I asked.
“I certainly do not.” She smirked and kissed me. “Come on. My husband will take care of the other guests.”
“The dwarf?” She nodded.
Several people eyed us as we went upstairs, having replaced our torn up costumes. We spent the night largely in bed. We went down stairs to find everyone gone and her husband asleep on the couch. We got some food and drinks and sat outside. She explained he was a cuck and loved watching her show off. He kept things safe and controlled while she played.
We went back to bed and played. She had a few toys she ended up pulling out that we included. It was nearly afternoon when we woke up the next day. Her husband was gone.
Thank you all for reading. Comments and messages are more than welcome.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/x36lm2/halloween_exhibition_mf