Trics... O What a Treat

Tricks, O what a treat.

It's Halloween night and I'm out trick or treating with my family. We approach a house, ring the bell, and there you are.

Immediately, I am drawn to you. There's instant attraction.

In the moments I am on your porch, we smile and engage in friendly banter. With those intense "fuck me" eyes staring me down, I feel you all throughout my body like a little twinge of energy.

You are handsome. Obviously a dad/husband combo, simply staying home to pass out candy...all alone.

I watch your hands as they move about their business with the candy and bucket. Large and firm. I suddenly think of them cupping my tits, making their way up to my throat for a slight squeeze as you enter me.

I shake off the little daydream as we say thank you and Happy Halloween.

I can't stop thinking about your smile and your body as I walk away down your path. My hips swish in my thin chintzy store bought costume. The tattered material easily moving along in the breeze.

As we make the turn to continue onto the next house, I turn my head looking over my shoulder back at your door. You are still standing there, looking at me with that great smile.

It isn't long after stopping at the next few houses when it just gets the best of me. The curiosity of you.

Suddenly, I tell my husband I think I dropped my wallet and I would catch up.

Terrible and lame, I know.

I just needed to go back for another peek. Of course, I didn't have a game plan, I was just winging it to see what happens.

There are people leaving your path as I walk up and thankfully your door is closed in case I lose my nerve. I ring the bell and you swing the door open. You don't seem surprised a bit when you greet me with a smile.

"Hello again" You say, almost tauntingly making me feel like you knew I'd be back.

I smile nervously and stammer trying to come up with my excuse.

I mean really, why the fuck was I there? What prompted such an impulsive decision?

You made it so easy though. You knew what I wanted as if you could read what my carnal thoughts were. Before I could utter the lie I was struggling to say, you move to the side and tell me to come in.

Once the door latches closed, you spin me to face you and slide your firm hands around my waist. You start kissing me without speaking any further since your warm wet tongue inside my mouth told me so much already.

My pussy, already so saturated, needs to find out what you felt like.

As you kiss my neck and grope me, we shuffle through the adjacent doorway into the dining room. You push me forward bending me over your dining room table, my chest and hands making a thud sound upon contact.

My face is lying there on the wood tabletop, pressed down harder by the pressure of your hand on my shoulder. Your low groans asking me how wet my pussy is for you.

Of course, it was rhetorical given you were already tearing at my costume jerking my panties to the side.

You toy with my wetness slathering it all over my clit. Then, with a growl, you push your fingers rough inside me. I wince and moan as you finger fuck my eager twat.

My mind goes blank...it feels incredible. So sleazy and raw.

I love being fingered, but this is on a whole other level instigating my lust. The thirst I can't fight which led to this series of impulsive decisions.

So few words in our interactions tonight have brought us to this moment.

Suddenly, you pull your fingers out leaving me feeling empty as you suck them clean.

My knees go weak when I hear the sound of your belt unbuckling, then your zipper.

I could feel it playing out, this next impulsive move.

My mouth could've said something, all logic should've prompted it.

But my body screams for more.

My desperate cunt pulsed my honey from me soaking my thick thighs.

I was ready for you.

I feel your head at my entrance only briefly before the pressure of your entire length invade my tight fuck hole. My mind knows only this. The consistent rhythm of your thick cock pumping in and out of me, making me hungrier with each thrust.

Your moans and animalistic grunts are such a turn on.

Fuck...I've missed being used, being manhandled like this.

An object to be toyed with...meant for pleasure.

My moans grow louder as you fuck into me harder.

You grip a handful of my hair drawing my chin upward making me arch my back and leverage my palms on your table. It shifts each time you drive deeper inside me.

My body tenses as you fuck my orgasm to the surface. I whine and release the most delicious moans coating your cock in my creamy cum.

I am drenched as you fuck me faster, making such a mess of my pussy.

You growl in your pleasure, moaning out as you lose control.

"That's it, cum for me, paint my fucking walls." I moan through labored breaths.

As you cum, you press me down hard into the table, getting as deep as you can. Your hips rock into me with every spurt, draining every drop.

After you stop, we stand there for a moment, frozen in that pose trying to catch our breath.

I mange to announce, "Fuck! That was hot!"

You untangle your fingers from my hair and place both of your hands on my hips. Our wetness, an audible mess, as you pulled out of me leaks down my twitching thigh.

I turn for a better view of your wet dick glistening.

Suddenly, there's a fumbling at the door.

We panic, pulling our clothes together as you point to a doorway across the room.

When in the dark hallway, you whisper to follow the walkway back to the front of the house.

I hear the front door open with voices to follow as you're closing the door behind me.

After making my way back to the main sidewalk, I normalize my pace, subtly adjusting my costume and smoothing my hair.

I make adjustments to my panties and smile as I begin to feel your cum seeping out of me.