Jack threw himself down onto the cold, leather couch. It had been a long day. His black suit jacket hung loosely from the coat stand. He could hear the vibration of his mobile phone, yet another email coming through. ‘Enough already,’ he thought. Work was wearing him out these days and he was in need of a break, a big break.
Loosening his mauve, striped tie from around his neck, he picked up the remote control, and began surfing the channels to find something decent to watch.
“Same shit, different day,” he sighed. Boredom was winning once again. He resisted the urge to phone his friend Greg. Another drink wouldn’t solve his boredom, nor would it stop him thinking about how much he missed his bitch of an ex. Besides, it was after 8pm now and he just couldn’t muster up the energy to go out.
It was all a blur now. The divorce was over before he had time to digest it. She had admitted pretty quickly what a slut she had been, and was enjoying her new life with her sugardaddy. Once she had bled him
dry, and her diamonds had lost their sparkle, she would soon be moving on to the next fool.
Jack walked to the kitchen. It was no use. The rollercoaster of emotions over the past six months had made him want to turn celibate. Well almost. Opening the fridge door he grabbed a bottle of beer, and returned to the living room. His eyes fell onto the curvaceous brunette that was on his television screen. Her thick, dark hair fell onto her ample breasts as she continued with her seductive cookery session.
He could have pulled his cock out and whacked off over the beauty right there and then, imagining fucking her mouth, but he needed a pussy. It had been too long. Jack flicked through the channels, taking a while to linger over the free-view porn. The scantily clad girls invited the horny men and women to ring in, to listen to their sexy antics. He wasn’t falling for that trick again, last time he did that it cost him a small fortune.
Sighing, he leaned over and grabbed the orange and black coloured envelope from the maghony coffee table. Pulling out the card invitation he scanned over the words once again. ‘Join us at 7pm on Thursday October 31 st for a spooky spectacular show!
’ He smiled to himself as he placed the invitation back down.
He was sure that his neighbours' daughter, Emilia, had run out of people to invite, hence dropping a card through his door. He wasn’t sure what nineteen year old girl would want a forty-six year old, divorced man, turning up and cramping her style. It was sweet of her to ask, however. A fleeting image of Emilia filled his mind. If only she had known how comforting she had been during those lonely summer nights. The late night pool parties when her parents were out of town always raised more than a smile. He was sure she had paraded around in those minuscule bikinis on purpose. They left little to the imagination, although Jack's imagination was filled with many sordid thoughts about what he would do to her.
He swigged another mouthful of beer and grabbed his briefcase, pulling it along the floor towards him. Taking his laptop out, he placed it on the coffee table in front of him. He booted it up and typed in his favourite porn page. Thinking about young Emilia had made his dick twitch, he wanted to get rid of the day’s tension and he knew the best way to do it.
He took a while searching for the perfect clip. His dick was thickening by the second, scrolling through the smooth cunts and large ripe tits. The fake stuff did nothing for him. He was looking for young and amateur girls. He typed in ‘first time.’
A young blonde spread out on her bed, just what he wanted, how he pictured Emilia. Her little cotton knickers clung tightly to her mound, creating a ‘camel toe’. “Fuck, yes,” he groaned, as the light grey cotton material started to darken. The girls’ juices continued leaking as she touched her hardening nub beneath the material of her knickers. Jack was fisting his dick in record time. He almost melted in his hands as she finally revealed her deep pink slit. Her puffy pussy lips needed licked. He jerked his dick as her fingers explored her tight, virginal hole.
Startled, Jack turned as he heard voices from outside of his front door, before the sound of a sharp rap of knuckles. “Two minutes,” he called, quickly fumbling to close down his laptop and hide his raging erection. He sat for a moment, in a desperate attempt to compose himself.
Jack peered his head around the door.
“Hi Jack, did we scare you?” It was Emilia. She was almost unrecognisable in her poison-ivy outfit. Her skintight green corset and tiny, green hot pants showed off her sensational hourglass figure. Her large ripe breasts were spilling out, and were barely covered by the fake leaves, which entwined over her shoulders. Her PVC , thigh length boots drew even more attention to her pert cheeks as they squeezed from the bottom of her shorts. Her alluring look was complete with a bright red shoulder length wig, covering her natural blonde hair. Her look was not helping his erection to subside.
“Oh hi Em.. um what.. what you doing? A bit old for trick or treating?” he stumbled, a feeble attempt to string a sentence together.
“We’re canvassing for the show on Thursday night. Chasing up on the invites that were sent out.”
His eyes flicked between Emilia and her scantily dressed friend. Her perfect kitten ears sat on top of her dark curls. Her cute button nose had been coloured black, coupled with the makeshift whiskers on her cheeks. Every curve of her frame appeared to be emphasised.
“The Spooky Spectacular Show,” giggled Emilia's friend, snapping him out of his trance. “Would you like some candy?” she asked, offering her bucket of sweets.
“Oh thanks for the invite, girls. Am I not the one who is meant to be giving you candy?” he grinned, grabbing a chocolate bar. “Are you inviting everyone in the street? You not think I’m a little old to be attending?”
“Selected invites only. Definitely not too old! Hope to see you there, yeah?” smiled Emilia. Her deep blue eyes sparkled, back at him. He was sure he saw her cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink.
“Best find an outfit hadn’t I?” he laughed.
“Fantastic, see you at 7!” called Emilia. He watched as she walked away. He was almost sure he wasn’t meant to have perverted thoughts about her. She was young enough to be his daughter, but the way she swung her hips in that tight outfit made him want to eat her like the candy in her bucket.
Jack closed the door behind the girls. He knew what his wank material would be tonight.
“Are you fucking kidding me mate? We’re goin’ to some teeny boppers party? Fuck, I can tell you’re gaggin’!” Greg laughed as he took another swig of beer.
“It’s not their
party. Well at least it doesn’t sound like it is. Apparently Emilia and her friend have bagged some job at the club in town..” Jack continued, realising he was starting to sound like a crazed stalker. Being married for almost fifteen years had sucked the life from him. He wanted a change of scenery and to be honest, the local pub was not doing it for him.
“You seem to know an awful lot about these young girls, pal!”
“I know her Dad, dumb-arse. Well I’m going. You didn’t see the way they were dressed! I hardly think I’m gonna get pussy for fuck sake, but it is something different. It will be laugh to get dressed up if nothing else.”
Greg shook his head. “Dude, we need to get you laid. And quick! What will you be going as, a dead pervert or something?”
“Fuck off mate. Seriously, they’ve gone to some effort. It’s in the middle of the city, so if it’s shit, we can sneak away to something better.”
“Dressed as fucking Twit and Twat?” Greg chortled.
“It’ll be a laugh and I fucking need it!”
“You’re trying to convince yourself, pal. I know what you need. You need to be fucked, mate.”
“Well, yeah that too I guess.”
“If there are tits and arses on the scene you know I’m game, mate!” Greg winked. He was the king of flirting. Greg never wanted to settle down. Jack was almost convinced he was scared of commitment. Greg's strong, physical stature and his dark skin made the girls weak at the knees. He always managed to walk out of any club with a new woman on his arm. And Jack was made to suffer details of his latest conquests over and over again.
Jack knew he what he needed, what he wanted. He knew there was no way his ex, Brianna would return, and he was finally coming to terms with the fact that he had to move on. He could hardly believe he was having this conversation with his best friend. He knew how ridiculous he would look. At forty-six years old, Greg was right, but being surrounded by a group of teen girls wasn’t a bad idea for a dull Thursday night.
“Enter if you dare..!” The creepy male voice, sounded out over the speakers in the foyer.
“I still can’t fucking believe you talked me into this shit,” Greg said. His feeble attempt at dressing as a ghost had included a last minute dash to the shopping centre, white face paint and an old white dust sheet. “What the actual fuck must we look like!?”
Jack laughed, he figured that his vampire outfit was at least a little more flattering. He widened his eyes to show off his ice blue contact lenses. “Tonight, I vant to suck some blood!”
“You won’t be sucking anything with that fucking impression, mate!”
The friends laughed and found their way to a nearby, empty table.
The club was packed, there were bodies everywhere, all taking seats at the front of the stage. Jack scanned around the room, his eyes searching for a glimpse of Emilia. It was impossible to make anyone out through the strobe lightening and darkened room. The thumping beats pounded through the speakers.
“Could I take your order, sir?” A young red-headed girl, dressed as a zombie school girl approached their table. Jack flashed a look at Greg. He was almost hanging off his bar stool as his eyes traveled the length of her ripped nylon covered legs and led up to a tiny black mini skirt. Her ripped, white-cropped top showed off her toned midriff and cute belly button.
“Two pints of lager please,” Jack called, his voice almost drowned out by the noise.
“Fuck! Did you see that mate? I’m sitting here looking like a fucking cock end and there are girls here that need my cock end!”
Jack laughed in response. “We’re out for me tonight, you get enough pussy!” He couldn’t help but agree with Greg, images of ripping that girl free from her clothes and banging her over the table filled his mind.
“Please welcome to the stage for one night only, returning from Death. His show is not for the faint hearted, please welcome to the stage, The Masked Man!” The male voice boomed out.
The lightening dimmed, as the spotlight descended on the stage.
“The fucking Masked Man? I’m here to see young girls!” whispered Greg.
It looked as dodgy as Jack feared. There was still no sign of Emilia and he was watching some masked guy prancing around on stage, with a few smoke machines and swords. He felt a brush of skin against his arm. It was the waitress returning with their drinks. “Thank you,” she mouthed as he handed her the money.
“She was flirting with me. Do you think I should ask for her number?” Jack asked Greg, almost a little too enthusiastically.
Slamming his pint onto the table Greg shouted, above the dramatic music, “No mate, I think we need to take these fucking costumes off and get out of here! This sucks arse and not in a good way!
A loud bang caught Jack's attention. He turned to look back at the stage. The masked man's assistant, dressed as a ‘dead doll’ appeared through a cloud of smoke. She had torn white stockings on and a short white dress. The netting underneath caused her skirt to flare out, bringing attention to the tops of her milky white thighs. The corset top was pulled tight with her chest spilling over the top. Her platinum bunches were perched unevenly on either side of her head.
The girl's head was tilted to the side, fake blood dripped from her neck and had been spilt onto the angelic white material. The assistant stood in a trance. Jack strained his neck to get a closer look. It was just who he suspected. Emilia was the masked man's assistant. He couldn’t believe it. He was unsure why he felt suddenly so excited. He was embarrassed that he felt like he actually had a crush on this girl. His palms felt sweaty and his blood pulsed through his veins. Even as a ‘dead doll’ this girl was sexy.
“Alright put your cock away! I’ve noticed who it is!” Greg called, before standing up to go to the bar for yet another drink. “Same again?”
“Yeah sure,” Jack called.
Sure the show was cheesy and half of the magician’s acts were obvious but right now Jack was riveted. He watched young Emilia step inside of the empty box, after convincing the audience that it was completely empty. Emilia slowly ascended the short steps and climbed inside, holding the masked man's hand for support, in her stilettos. She lay down in the box while he covered her with a black sheet and spun her around slowly.
“Anyone died yet?” laughed Greg, returning to the table and placing down the beers.
“Cheers mate,” Jack responded grabbing the drink from him. His eyes had barely left the scene on stage. He, of course, was not in the least bit interested in the masked man, dramatically flouncing about the stage, he just wanted to see Emilia again.
The illusionist proceeded to stick swords, randomly into the box, working the crowd up for his dramatic ending. Initial screams were sounding from the box as the large silver blades were forced through the holes.
“Not this shit again. How many times has this been done before? She best be naked when she steps from that box,” Greg laughed.
Jack snickered at Greg’s reaction. He was his best friend for a reason. He always managed to make him laugh, regardless of the situation.
After a few turns and removal of the swords the masked man pulled the sheet away to reveal an empty box. The audience gave an awkward applause, some in disbelief that the girl had actually disappeared.
“Fuck mate, she best be under this table giving you the blow job of your life for this! You owe me big time!”
“You would know about it if she was!” chortled Jack in response.
“I’m away for a piss,” Greg stated. He was agitated, would no doubt be on the look out for something a little more exciting and soon!
Jack continued to watch the show. Another assistant walked on stage, this time Jack watched as a noose was attached around her neck and she was levitated from the ground. The club was busy, the crowds of people had gathered around the bar, chattering and laughing, engaged in conversation. Greg had been gone a while now. Jack stood up to go and search for him when he felt a tug on his arm, “Hey you, I didn’t recognize you.” It was Emilia.
“Oh hey. You didn’t tell me you were actually in the show!” Jack smiled, it was evident that he was thrilled to see her. “I thought the illusionist had killed you off!”
Emilia laughed. She had a beautiful smile, despite the make up on her face he knew how stunning she was. “No, I am very bendy, and just crawl at the very bottom of the box. But ssshh, I didn’t tell you that.” And she gave Jack a wink.
Jack was practically salivating over her. Her tits were jiggling, almost bursting to get free from her top.
“So who are you here with?” she asked.
“Oh, my friend Greg. He is here somewhere?” Jack said, looking around to see where his friend had gone. He spotted him, leaning over the bar, chatting to the barmaid. She was giggling and playing with her hair. “Ahh, well it doesn’t look like he’ll be returning soon. Would you like a drink?”
“Sure. Dave?” Emilia called after a waiter. “Can you get us some drinks please? A white wine and a..?”
“A pint of lager. Thanks.”
“Thanks for coming tonight. It means a lot to me that you turned up,” Emilia said bashfully, her eyes looked down at the table.
“Seriously, Em. I’m thrilled you asked. We are..well were having a great night. I’m not too sure about our outfits however.” Jack laughed, outstretching his arms to show his white shirt.
Emilia giggled, “You look just perfect.”
There was an awkward silence before the drinks arrived.
“Anyway, erm you here with your friend? Boyfriend?” Jack asked, hoping that her answer was going to be no.
“Yeah, well Katie is around somewhere and Mark, well he couldn’t make it tonight.”
“Oh damn, I’m sorry to hear that,” Jack replied, trying hard not to punch the air. He had often felt a pang of jealousy when he had witnessed Mark squeeze Emilia’s pert cheeks in her bikini bottoms, during those summer months.
“Don’t be. He is missing a good night. He is too boring at times y’know? I need a little excitement.”
Jack nodded in agreement and carried on drinking his beer. The conversation was turning more positive by the second.
“I wanna try loads of different things and have different experiences, too young to settle,” she said. Jack watched as she tipped back her head, taking a gulp of her wine.
“Oh I couldn’t agree more. You wanna move over by the bar? I can barely hear you over this noise!” Jack shouted.
“Sure, why don’t we take a little stroll?” she suggested and grabbed his hand.
Jack’s cock was stirring in his pants already. Here he was following the star of the night out of the club. He couldn’t believe what he was doing! Not only was she nineteen she was his neighbours’ daughter! He didn’t have time to call on Greg, he just followed the sway of net in her skirt as she led them out onto the dimly lit street.
“This is better,” Emilia smiled, as she walked along the cobbled street, still holding onto to Jack’s hand. It was a fine autumn night but there was still a chill in the air. Without words Jack removed his cape and placed it over Emilia’s shoulders.
“Oh, ever so gentlemanly of you,” she smiled. Her eyes sparkled as she locked her gaze with his.
“I am that and more,” he grinned. He had an urgent need to kiss her lips. Her white face paint covered most of her lips apart from the centre, which was a deep, crimson red, emphasizing her pout. He wrapped his arm around her. “I’m really thrilled you invited me Em…”
“I’ve a confession to make,” she announced. She stopped and looked up at Jack. “I need you to kiss me. I’ve watched you for a long time, watching me. All those nights when I have undressed ready for bed, I know you have been watching me.”
Jack was speechless. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. A mixture of emotions ran through him. He felt embarrassed and angry, was she doing this to humiliate him? “I dunno what to say Em…?”
“Just say that you will fucking kiss me. Tell me that you need to taste my sweet breath,” she replied.
He pressed his lips firmly against hers, with an urgent need. His tongue parted her lips. “I would love to do more than kiss you.” He grabbed her hand and led her down an empty alleyway. Without warning he pinned her against the wall.
“Oh fuck, yes,” she breathed. “It’s what I need Jack.”
His cock was twitching in his pants. For so long he had been thinking, no he had been wanking
himself crazy over fucking this girl and her she was, like putty in his hands. She tasted so good, her sweet scent filled his senses.
“Close your eyes, and feel the heat between your legs,” he growled. He gripped what exposed flesh he could, the tops of her thighs, the slight exposed flesh of her arse cheeks from the bottom of her panties. He forced her harder against the wall. It had been so long for him, it was like a carnal desire possessed him.
A gasp escaped her lips, as the air was being forced from her lungs. It was a sign that she needed it as much as he did. His hand slid around the back of her neck as he carried on with his deep passionate kiss. He wanted to devour her. Breaking the kiss he stared straight into her eyes, his fingertips traced her collarbone and down to her overflowing cleavage.
Without warning he gripped the top of her corset and ripped it down over her huge tits. The cold air snapped against her nipples causing them to shrivel and darken. His cock was raging as Emilia panted. Thoughts of how juicy her pussy must have been was making him want to fuck her right at that moment.
“Lift your fucking hands above your head,” he snapped. He was unsure where this was coming from, all he knew was that he needed to fuck her, now.
“God, yes!” Emilia responded, she held her arms above her head, causing her tits to protrude outwards. Jack bent down and slowly sucked each nipple into his mouth, alternating between the two. Gently dragging his teeth along and letting it snap back into place.
Emilia began to fidget, a mixture of his hot mouth and the cool air was making her groan louder.
“I can tell you’re a good girl, Em. I like a woman that wants it, craves it, needs it. A woman that simply has to have it. A dirty, filthy, hard, rough fuck that your boyfriend wouldn't give you. Succumbing to the deepest, basest urges and cravings that polite people hide. Letting lust control and fucking so hard and so dirty that you cum harder than you ever have before.” He knew how fucking crazy he sounded yet he needed her to know just what she was doing to him.
“Please, please just fuck me, Jack. I need it,” she panted.
“I want you fucking creaming your knickers. I want you to tell me how much you need to feel the deep thrust of my cock in your waiting, wanton pussy. Another man’s cock? A cock that does not belong inside of you? How will that feel?”
“So fucking good!” she moaned, her eyes were laden with lust.
Jack stepped back from her, he thick meat was straining to get free and to be inside of her cunt. He soaked in her beauty. This young, vulnerable, yet hungry girl stood before him. She looked perfect, half naked and begging to be fucked. She was pulling him in like a magnetic force.
“Well, you wont be needing these,” Jack snapped and lifted up the net of her skirt, before pulling down her white cotton knickers. He could feel how damp the gusset was. “My, my, what a horny slut you are.” With that Jack pushed a finger straight up, inside of her juicy hole.
“Ohh..Oh God! Please,” she begged. She needed it. Her clit was engorged, hardening by the second as she opened her legs wider. Jack began frigging her. He didn’t care if they got caught. All he knew was that he needed to cum, hard and fast.
His hot breath met her neck once again. She was groaning in his ear. His erection was pressed against her body now. Even after a few pints he knew there was no way he was going to last long with this horny slut. His thumb pressed firmly on her clit as his fingers invaded her hole. She was squirming, thrusting her hips forward to meet them. She was squeezing her pussy walls around his hand. His other hand made its way around her neck, he gently squeezed it and stared into her eyes.
“Fucking cum for me. Cum on my fingers,” he snarled.
Her eyes widened. He could feel it. He could feel the warm rush of liquid over his fingers, reaching her orgasm as he continued to milk her. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, yes. Please, please fuck me,” she panted, gasping at his hand continued to gently squeeze her neck. Her tits bounced as her body began to convulse beneath his touch.
Emilia panted hard, gasping for breath. He slowly pulled his fingers from her cum soaked cunt and pressed them against her lips. “Taste yourself. Taste how fucking sweet you are.” He watched, the eye of his dick leaked as she sucked hungrily on them for him.
“Now turn around!” he snapped. Her hands supported her weight against the wall. He quickly unzipped his black trousers and tugged on his leaking erection. He was so hard, he was sure he would have been able to cut diamonds. He forced her head down and made her open her legs wide. She held the perfect stance. Her arse was pushed out, naked and ready for him. He fumbled around in his pocket for his condom and quickly rolled it on. He ripped open the free packet of lubricant and smothered the condom in it. He wanted her and he could barely believe he was about to have her.
“I’m wet enough,” she managed to giggle.
“This is for your arse, pretty girl,” he growled and pushed his thick erection at the bud of her puckered hole.
“I’m an anal virgin, please go slow with me,” she whimpered.
This confession spurred him on. He reached around to her saturated, smooth cunt lips and toyed with her pussy as his dick slowly forced its way inside of her. “Ow..slow..slower, fuck you’re so big. You’re stretching me,” she gasped. Jack strummed harder on her clit, as his cock was burying itself into her tightest, virginal hole. He started to finger her, pushing three fingers inside of her.
“God I feel so.. feel so full,” she mumbled, reaching down and pushing on her clit as she took Jack's length. Jack held onto Emilia's hips, he started to thrust harder. His own selfish need taking over. He was balls deep in her arse and there was no fucking stopping him. It had been too long since he had felt something so fucking good. A few thrusts later he could feel his own orgasm approaching.
The open palm of his hand, slapped down onto her bare arse. “You dirty slut, I’m gonna cum in your arse. In fact no,” Jack stopped and quickly pulled out. “Get on your knees!” he commanded, before pulling off his condom and tossing it to the side. Grabbing a fist full of her blonde hair, Jack pushed her head onto his dick, making her gag on it.
He threw his head back. She was too good at this, and suck him like a pro. His balls slapped against her chin. He was cumming, he was cumming hard. “Mmffpphh.. fuck!” he cried, as he felt his hot fluid fill her mouth. Her blue eyes glanced up at him as she tried her best to swallow his load, some leaked down her chin and onto her tits.
He leaned against the wall, in a desperate attempt to try and catch his breath. He glanced down and grinned at her, “Well this is definitely the happiest Halloween I’ve ever had!”
“Just wait until my Christmas surprise,” she grinned back, catching the dripping cum.
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