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Saturday, October 30, 2010

Trick or Treat by Mysti Holiday


Darcy tugged on her costume, adjusting the deep V-neck of the black witches dress to show a little more cleavage. Would Rick be surprised to see her? He’d been so busy the past week, they hadn’t seen each other at all. She missed him. After more than a year together, her heart still went a little crazy when she saw him. Now, it was Halloween. Time for a little trick or treat.

Taking a deep, calming breath, she rang his doorbell. The door swung open so quickly it was as though he’d been waiting for her. She straightened the witches hat on her head, smiled and said, “Trick or Treat.” She held out the canvas bag in her hands and waited.

His whiskey brown eyes crinkled at the corners, then raked her from head to toe. He gave her a slow smile that turned her insides to mush and soaked her crotch, making her wish she’d worn panties to staunch the evidence of her need. “I choose trick.” His hand closed over her wrist and he pulled her inside.

Before she could say a word, he’d pulled her down the hall and into his room. The lights were off, but when she reached for the switch he stopped her. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course.”

“Close your eyes.”

She did, then jumped when he tied a blindfold onto her face. She heard the switch turn on then, though her world remained dark. “Rick?”

His hands brushed her neck and then untied the bow that held her dress in place; it puddled at her feet, leaving her completely naked.

“No panties?” His fingers dipped into her moisture, rubbing her clit and then dipping inside her for just a moment. She jolted at his touch, moaning her desire. “Naughty girl.” The swat on her ass took her by surprise and she cried out softly, amazed at how much it turned her on. He’d never done that before, never done any of this before. Her heart pounded, and she gasped when his hand squeezed her butt cheek hard enough she’d have bruises in the morning.

His hand rubbed the sting away, then traveled up and cupped her breasts. His thumbs circled her hard nipples, and her gut tightened. She leaned back, dropping her head onto his chest, rubbing her ass against his cock which strained against his jeans.

He imprisoned her wrists in one of his and pulled her to the bed, laying her down on her back. “Still trust me?”

She nodded, then gulped when he tied each hand to a post.

“If you want me to stop, say uncle.” He brushed her cheek with his fingers. “Tell me you understand.”

Darcy cleared her throat and whispered. “If I want you to stop, I say uncle. But I don’t want you to.”

“That’s my girl.”

She heard the sound of him disrobing and shivered with the need to feel him, to kiss him, to take him in her mouth. “I want to taste you.”

“Do you?” He climbed on the bed and straddled her. “In time, sweetheart. Me first.”

His mouth kissed a trail down her body, tongue flicking across her nipples. He suckled one for a moment, then nipped at the tender flesh, the mix of pain and pleasure sending shudders down her body. His hands caressed her sides, her hips and then cupped her ass and lifted her pussy to his mouth. She bucked against the restraints as he teased her clit with his tongue, circling it, rubbing it and building the pressure inside. She panted, gasping and squirming at his touch. He set her down on the bed and plunged two fingers inside her heat, pumping them at the same time that he sucked on her nub. She pushed her hips into him, keeping the rhythm he set with his fingers until her walls clenched and she screamed her release.

Before she’d come down completely, he moved up and pressed his cock against her lips, the tip damp and salty with precum. She opened her mouth wide, taking him in, sucking and swirling her tongue around the head. She pulled against the ties again, wanting to hold him, to cup his balls and she whimpered her frustration.

He simply began to move, fucking her mouth slowly at first and then faster, careful not to hit the back of her throat, but going deeply enough to fill her. She pressed her lips tightly around his length, letting her teeth just scrape the skin as he moved. Her hips moved with the same rhythm and she wished there were two of him, one she could suck on and one in her cunt.

Without warning he pulled from her mouth and released the ties that held her hands in place, but before she could reach for him he flipped her onto her stomach. When she protested, he smacked her ass, harder than the first time, and then again sending heat and cream to her core. “No touching until I say you can.”

“I want you,” she said. “Please.”

He leaned over and pulled something from the nightstand. “You’ll have me. Soon.” Slowly, he inserted a vibrator into her pussy, leaving it there, filling her, as he parted her ass cheeks. “You’ll have all you can take of me.”

When he squirted lubricant onto her ass, she tensed. This was new, too. “Rick? I’m scared.”

“Is that uncle?” he asked, slipping one finger into her tight hole. With the pressure from the vibrator in her cunt, and his finger inside her ass, she nearly came right then. What would it feel like with his cock in her? She needed to know.

“No. God. Do it.” She raised her ass, pushing against his finger and moving one hand down to slip the vibrator in and out of her soaking wet pussy.

Rick eased a second finger in beside the first, scissoring them until she relaxed enough that it no longer ached. He pulled them out and squirted more lubricant, then pressed the tip of his cock against her. “Last chance, Darcy.”

“Please...” she plunged the vibrator in and out and moved against him, taking the head of his cock inside. “More.”

She thought she’d come apart in a million pieces as he slowly eased inside. The moan that vibrated in his throat told her he was as fucking turned on as she was, and so close to coming. He moved then, carefully filling her until his balls slapped her labia. Then, as though he couldn’t control it anymore he pulled out and then drove into her; pain mixed with the most intense pleasure she’d ever felt. Again and again he pistoned inside her and she moved the vibrator to the pace he set. The pressure built again, and before she could slow it down, she exploded with an orgasm. He pushed inside her one more time then gave a guttural cry of release.

She squeezed against him, milking him of every last drop of cum. He slipped out of her ass then, and they collapsed on the bed. He turned her toward him and removed her blindfold.

“Uncle,” he said with a laugh. “You nearly killed me. Now, it’s time for your treat.”

She smiled lazily, completely satisfied. “You mean that wasn’t it?”

He shook his head and reached behind her, fumbling to pick something else up off the nightstand. “I love you, Darcy.”

“I love you, too.” She cupped his face and kissed him.

“Then maybe you’ll accept this treat.” He held out a small diamond solitaire. “And let me be yours for the rest of our lives.”

She didn’t answer him, but simply slipped it on her finger and then reached for the restraints. “My turn.”

About the author: Mysti Holiday is the pseudonym of a very busy SAHM who dreams of warm climes and hot bodies. She's married to a wonderful man who happily sacrifices himself for research, and she spends most of her days dreaming of interesting and unusual situations in which to place her characters. But most of all, she's a sucker for a happy ending. Find out about her erotic short stories from The Wild Rose Press at http://www.menagerieauthors.com or http://www.menagerieauthors.blogspot.com

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