Happy Halloween [F/M]

I didn't even want to go to the party at first… boy I'm glad my roommate talked me into it. I hadn't picked out a Halloween costume that year, so I borrowed one form a friend about my size – Harley Quinn from the batman cartoon (not the new Hot Topic Harley, this was before that character existed). My friend is I guess slightly smaller in the chest and hips than I am, so the outfit clung to me, accentuating my curves.

I was at the corner of the party, drinking punch, not really feeling the scene when he walked in. Dressed as the Joker, and well over 6 feet tall. I couldn't really make out much of his face because of the make up (and it didn't occur to me until later that he probably couldn't see mine because of the make up and mask) but something about him drew me to him. I walked over, did my best to sound cutesy and made a joke about us matching.

He just kind of nodded. For some reason (maybe it was the tequila we pregamed with earlier or the vodka in the punch) I found that really hot.

"C'mon, Mishah J," I laughed, trying my best to imitate Harley's accent. "Let's dance."

He was a surprisingly good dancer. Knew when to take the lead, was able to keep up with my gyrating and moving, even when the beat got really fast. Finally, sweaty and rather turned on, I turned to him and whispered "who do you know here?" He shrugged.

"Wanna get out of here?" I asked. I know that's risky, asking that to a guy you don't know and who literally hasn't said a word to you. But it seemed like a good idea at the time.

I let my roommate know I was going home and lead "Mistah J" out of the basement. We never made it outside. He pulled me into an upstairs bathroom and locked the door. We smudged each other's make up as we kissed, his tongue moving quickly in my mouth. He was as good a kisser as we was a dancer, seemed to instinctively know when to let me lead and when to take control. I could feel him throb in his tights and I sat down on the toilet, freeing him.

He was maybe 6 inches long, maybe a bit longer. On the thick side of average. Cut. in the light and in the moment it looked like perfection. I eagerly took him in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down. Finally, I got a sound out of him as he moaned, stroking my hair. I fished a condom out of my purse and put it on him.

"How do you want it, Mistah?" I laughed, trying to 'stay in character." He lifted my legs, ripped down my leggings. he kneeled, teasing me with it. putting first the head in, then the first inch, then pulling out. "Just fuck me already," I begged, moaning in his ear. "Please, papi," I continued, knowing it drives white boys insane when I call them that.

"Thought I was mister J" he laughed, and I realized that was the first time I heard his voice. He lifted my legs and thrust deep inside me, rapidly, fucking me harder than I'd ever had before. I bit my lip to stop from screaming. I ran my hands through his hair, my eyes closed, my breathing heavy. I begged him in both Spanish and English to keep fucking me. he rubbed my clit as he did, and it wasn't long before I erupted. I clawed his back, hard, and that seemed to spur him to be even rougher. I came again,this time shouting loudly.He pulled out, forced me off of the toilet onto the floor. He pulled my hair hard as he took me from behind. I could see myself in the mirror on the door and I looked ridiculous, mouth open, hair completely messy, my boobs bouncing too and fro as I got savaged by a cartoon character. I closed my eyes, concentrated on his cock deep inside me, and it wasn't long before I came again.

He didn't make a noise when he came. He just pulled me back so I could feel him pulsing, and then stood up, throwing the condom in the trash. He sat with me as I caught my breath, helped me to my feet, seemed to enjoy watching me get dressed again. Then he left, without saying a word.

I saw my roommate later that night, after I cleaned up myself and cleaned the bathroom a bit. "Thought you went home?" She said, knowingly. "Girl, we'll talk later" I laughed.

No one at the party could tell me who "Mistah J" was. A few months later on campus I thought I saw a guy who could have been him, but I didn't bother approaching him. Fuck, what could I say, right?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3qk5g7/happy_halloween_fm