Halloween Treat
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,773
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Halloween Treat
Author’s Note: Did this for my Beta just in time for Halloween. Not that great but I was feeling lazy. Enjoy, review if you want. Not much sex..Read if you want I need to go to class.
~Psybee
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Halloween.
The night in which ghouls and ghost rise out of their graves in order to make mischief; in which vampires and witches come out of the shadows and walk amongst the living; in which little kids dress up their favorite hero or villain or princess or prince and run around screaming “Trick or Treat!!” at random people’s houses. It was also the time for Halloween parties and the one Vanessa Tyler was having been no different. Dressed up as a murder victim her shirt and skirt in tatters her black and blue streaked hair in a messy ponytail and fake blood on the side of her face, the twenty-two year old watched the large group of people who were now in her home bumping and grinding against each other to a DJ that her friends provided. In fact it wasn’t even her idea to have this party. Her friends though that maybe if she held on she could meet new people and hopefully get over her breakup with Sasha. Unfortunately the parties actually worsened her mood because she knew that Halloween was Sasha’s favorite holiday and now Vanessa’s least liked holiday.
She cursed as the memories filled her mind: the first day the two met, their first date, their first kiss, the nights of passion, the day she found Sasha in bed with a male coworker, the day Sasha left her life in tatters. The raven haired victim sighed heavily and moved through the crowded room, saying hi to her guests and declining offers from people for numerous dances. She was about to settle herself in a dark corner and resume people watching when an arm from the crowd latched onto her own.
She turned and saw the arm connected to the Grim Reaper, only her mouth and chin visible, the hood covering the rest of the person’s true face. “May I have this dance,” asked the Angel of Death releasing their grip and bowing politely. Vanessa smiled but shook her head pushing an untamed strand if hair behind her ear. “Sorry, I’m not in the mood to dance.”
She turned and started to walk away but the Reaper grabbed her arm again and pleaded, “Just one dance. I’ve been here since the party started and all I’ve seen you do is walk around and brood. This is a party! You’re supposed to be having fun. I haven’t even seen on the dance floor. All I’m asking is for one dance. I promise it will be fun.”
Vanessa sighed and turned to her costumed suitor. “Fine one dance but that’s it.” The person grinned under the hood and escorted her to the middle of the dance floor amongst the sea of people. The mysterious figure was right. She soon found herself swaying her body to the music. Everything that had to do with Sasha flew out the window as she danced to the beat of the music.
In between the small talk they were having while dancing to the music some drunken partygoer pushed the Reaper who pressed their body into Vanessa’s back. Thanks to that drunkard she found out that her partner was female, feeling the woman’s breast press into her back. The Angel of Death leaned towards her ear and whispered, “How about we get off the dance floor. It’s starting to get crowded.” The murder victim nodded and felt her being led back to the dark corner.
She leaned against the wall and started to fan herself with her hand, providing some coolness before turning to her new friend. “Thanks for the dance. I had so much fun. First time since my break up…” As soon as she said that the hostess’ let out a sad sigh and tears threatened to spill from her eyes.
“But the fun doesn’t have to end. …” Vanessa looked at the Angel of Death who was now in front of her, her face still obstructed by the hood. “But first you must forget about Sasha, about everything…” Her voice was hypnotic, every word making her fall deeper and deeper. Her fingers trailed a path down to her clothed breast and traced lines around her plump mound. “Will you let me help you forget?” Vanessa’s response was an airy “yes,” and she saw the Reaper smile under the hood.
“Great.”
A hand traveled down the hostess’ costume and dipped under the tattered skirt, gently stroking her thighs. The hand on her thigh started to travel higher and higher until it reached her thong, damp with. Two fingers crept inside the cloth and gently rubbed her folds before she inserted one finger and then the other. Vanessa groaned and threw her head back in a moan. Her body felt like it was on fire. Maybe it was because of all the bodies around her, maybe it was because she was being fingered by an unknown figure in public, maybe because the only thing revealing what they were truly doing was the costume. She didn’t care what the reasoning was. She just moved in tandem with the intruding digits. Vanessa could feel something pool in her loins, wanting and waiting to be released. The Reaper inserts a third finger while her thumb brushes over her sensitive nub, her thrust become faster.
The murder victim begins to pant harder and harder, moving faster against the Reaper’s fingers as hot kisses were placed on her skin. To Vanessa the whole room seemed to be spinning fast, the colors of the scene melding into one. Her leg wraps around the woman’s waist while her arms enclose themselves around the woman’s neck pulling her closer to her body. The dam finally breaks and she screams, her vision going white.
The Reaper pulls out her fingers, and begins to suck the off one by one while the hostess closes her eyes and tries to regulate her breathing. She opens her eyes and she’s that the Reaper’s hood has some how fallen backwards and reveals a tanned skinned woman with short blonde hair.
“Might I have the pleasure of knowing my Grim Reaper’s name,” asks Vanessa. The woman in front of her and leans her head over so their foreheads touch. “Cassie.”
“Well Cassie,” the raven haired woman asks, “would you like to be my Halloween Treat for tonight?”
“I would like that very much.” Vanessa smiles and leads Cassie through the dance floor and up the stairs to her room. ‘Maybe I can learn to like Halloween again’ she ponders before closing the room door behind her, leaving her friends to deal with the party.
End
~Psybee
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Halloween.
The night in which ghouls and ghost rise out of their graves in order to make mischief; in which vampires and witches come out of the shadows and walk amongst the living; in which little kids dress up their favorite hero or villain or princess or prince and run around screaming “Trick or Treat!!” at random people’s houses. It was also the time for Halloween parties and the one Vanessa Tyler was having been no different. Dressed up as a murder victim her shirt and skirt in tatters her black and blue streaked hair in a messy ponytail and fake blood on the side of her face, the twenty-two year old watched the large group of people who were now in her home bumping and grinding against each other to a DJ that her friends provided. In fact it wasn’t even her idea to have this party. Her friends though that maybe if she held on she could meet new people and hopefully get over her breakup with Sasha. Unfortunately the parties actually worsened her mood because she knew that Halloween was Sasha’s favorite holiday and now Vanessa’s least liked holiday.
She cursed as the memories filled her mind: the first day the two met, their first date, their first kiss, the nights of passion, the day she found Sasha in bed with a male coworker, the day Sasha left her life in tatters. The raven haired victim sighed heavily and moved through the crowded room, saying hi to her guests and declining offers from people for numerous dances. She was about to settle herself in a dark corner and resume people watching when an arm from the crowd latched onto her own.
She turned and saw the arm connected to the Grim Reaper, only her mouth and chin visible, the hood covering the rest of the person’s true face. “May I have this dance,” asked the Angel of Death releasing their grip and bowing politely. Vanessa smiled but shook her head pushing an untamed strand if hair behind her ear. “Sorry, I’m not in the mood to dance.”
She turned and started to walk away but the Reaper grabbed her arm again and pleaded, “Just one dance. I’ve been here since the party started and all I’ve seen you do is walk around and brood. This is a party! You’re supposed to be having fun. I haven’t even seen on the dance floor. All I’m asking is for one dance. I promise it will be fun.”
Vanessa sighed and turned to her costumed suitor. “Fine one dance but that’s it.” The person grinned under the hood and escorted her to the middle of the dance floor amongst the sea of people. The mysterious figure was right. She soon found herself swaying her body to the music. Everything that had to do with Sasha flew out the window as she danced to the beat of the music.
In between the small talk they were having while dancing to the music some drunken partygoer pushed the Reaper who pressed their body into Vanessa’s back. Thanks to that drunkard she found out that her partner was female, feeling the woman’s breast press into her back. The Angel of Death leaned towards her ear and whispered, “How about we get off the dance floor. It’s starting to get crowded.” The murder victim nodded and felt her being led back to the dark corner.
She leaned against the wall and started to fan herself with her hand, providing some coolness before turning to her new friend. “Thanks for the dance. I had so much fun. First time since my break up…” As soon as she said that the hostess’ let out a sad sigh and tears threatened to spill from her eyes.
“But the fun doesn’t have to end. …” Vanessa looked at the Angel of Death who was now in front of her, her face still obstructed by the hood. “But first you must forget about Sasha, about everything…” Her voice was hypnotic, every word making her fall deeper and deeper. Her fingers trailed a path down to her clothed breast and traced lines around her plump mound. “Will you let me help you forget?” Vanessa’s response was an airy “yes,” and she saw the Reaper smile under the hood.
“Great.”
A hand traveled down the hostess’ costume and dipped under the tattered skirt, gently stroking her thighs. The hand on her thigh started to travel higher and higher until it reached her thong, damp with. Two fingers crept inside the cloth and gently rubbed her folds before she inserted one finger and then the other. Vanessa groaned and threw her head back in a moan. Her body felt like it was on fire. Maybe it was because of all the bodies around her, maybe it was because she was being fingered by an unknown figure in public, maybe because the only thing revealing what they were truly doing was the costume. She didn’t care what the reasoning was. She just moved in tandem with the intruding digits. Vanessa could feel something pool in her loins, wanting and waiting to be released. The Reaper inserts a third finger while her thumb brushes over her sensitive nub, her thrust become faster.
The murder victim begins to pant harder and harder, moving faster against the Reaper’s fingers as hot kisses were placed on her skin. To Vanessa the whole room seemed to be spinning fast, the colors of the scene melding into one. Her leg wraps around the woman’s waist while her arms enclose themselves around the woman’s neck pulling her closer to her body. The dam finally breaks and she screams, her vision going white.
The Reaper pulls out her fingers, and begins to suck the off one by one while the hostess closes her eyes and tries to regulate her breathing. She opens her eyes and she’s that the Reaper’s hood has some how fallen backwards and reveals a tanned skinned woman with short blonde hair.
“Might I have the pleasure of knowing my Grim Reaper’s name,” asks Vanessa. The woman in front of her and leans her head over so their foreheads touch. “Cassie.”
“Well Cassie,” the raven haired woman asks, “would you like to be my Halloween Treat for tonight?”
“I would like that very much.” Vanessa smiles and leads Cassie through the dance floor and up the stairs to her room. ‘Maybe I can learn to like Halloween again’ she ponders before closing the room door behind her, leaving her friends to deal with the party.
End