Page 14 of Her Trick His Treat

It was dark as fuck in the private room I’d led us to, and my sexy Shadow Man had the skull mask lifted so it was all I could see as he pressed his face against my lace covered pussy.

“Fuck, Vixen, you taste like cherry pie,” he growled, and then I felt his tongue through the lace and the friction.

Oh fuck.

The. Friction. Was. Delicious.

Big hands spread my thighs as he lapped at me, and then I felt them slide higher, and higher, until a tearing sound ripped through me.

Guess I was throwing those stockings out after this.

But it was worth it.

Thick fingers speared my sex, and fuck, it had been so long since anyone had touched me there. I keened and arched my back, begging for more with zero shame.

My pussy squeezed his digits. It was tight. I knew it was. After all, my own fingers were much smaller and the vibrators I used were slender wands with that little fiddly end thingy that played with my clit.

I imagined this guy would be huge. His dick sure felt bigger than average to me.

Gulp.

More liquid flooded my sex, and his groan told me he felt it, too. It was like a hundred degrees inside that room. Or maybe that was just because of the way my heart was racing.

I’d never done anything like this with anyone before. But it felt so good. Wearing this costume. Having this masked man between my legs. Like so many forbidden fantasies coming true all at once.

If it wasn’t Halloween, this would never have happened. I didn’t have the gumption to behave this way in my normal everyday life.

I was not sexy. I was not worldly. And I sure as hell did not incite this level of passion in members of the opposite sex.

But tonight, I could pretend. I could let go and enjoy myself.

“So fucking wet, Vixen. Fucking delicious,” he growled and licked from my ass to my needy little clit.

Oh my God. Was that really happening?Andwhy did that feel so good?

My walls squeezed as my orgasm neared, and I couldn't believe it. He was going to make me come.

No would-be lovers had ever had this effect on me. Maybe it was the shots. Or Maybe it was because it was Halloween. Or because I was pretending to be something I wasn’t.

Either way, I was too far gone to stop now.

“Oh, God!” I moaned as pleasure ripped through me.

He lifted his head, tugging his mask over the top half of his face when he pressed his mouth to mine, forcing me to taste myself on his lips.

It was, fuck, it was hot. Sexy. I moaned, grabbing his hips and pulling him closer.

Was this how I lost it? Was I going to give my virginity to some stranger in a bar?

It was crazy. I wanted him. But I couldn’t. Could I?

“Give me your phone,” he growled, lifting his head.

I was awestruck, panting to catch my breath, and I handed it to him, unlocking it before I did.

After a moment, he handed it back, reaching into his pocket for his phone and nodding when he saw what he was looking for. Then, he helped me sit up, running his big hands up and down my body.

“W-What are you doing?” I asked as he started righting my clothes between soft, searching caresses.

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