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Trick or Treat

Peter's gloomy about Halloween, but a horny young visitor makes things wicked...
 Good! thought Peter, as the clock in the hall struck ten and he filled his glass with one last dram of whiskey. He would retire to bed soon.

Peter never had been a fan of Halloween, but since Tina had left the house he had become somewhat reclusive, and the threat of teenagers or kids banging on the door calling trick or treat filled him with dread. He had a bowl of sweets ready, and would quickly send them on their way.

In the event it had been very quiet. It was a sleepy village, and perhaps he had worried without reason, but he would be glad to see an end to the evening whatever.

The whiskey no doubt encouraged the wave of lassitude that washed over him as he sat on the sofa starting to nod, but it helped him forget Tina, and the emptiness of the house since she had gone.

He had the vision again; the vision that constantly danced through his mind. She stood in a cornfield in an airy blue summer dress, laughing, beckoning him and calling his name. The sunlight danced in her navy blue eyes and in the gold sheen of her long blonde hair.

He knew he had been too arrogant and dismissive with her when they had been together. If only they could have their time again he thought to himself, he would do things differently, and she would love him and stay.

And then the ringing of the doorbell was in his ears. He shook his head and looked around the dimly lit sitting room. There it was again; a long persistent ring. “Oh God,” he muttered as he rose and made his way to the hall. He peeped around the doorway into the hall, and to the frosted glass at head height in the front door.

Peter had no intention of answering, but something caught his eye and his heart beat fast. The street lighting lit up the person who was ringing his doorbell, and he could see they had long blonde hair. He made his way to the door and fumbled for the catch. “Please let it be her,” he breathed heavily, “Oh please.”

He swung the door open just far enough to see who was there.

It wasn’t Tina. It was nothing like Tina. It was a woman with a shock of blonde hair; blonde with a hint of pink. She had a cheeky, but wonderfully pretty face. Peter guessed the woman was in her early twenties. She had the most amazing figure, hardly hidden in a skin tight, white latex nurses uniform with a red cross above her right breast. She wore white fishnet stockings held up with suspenders, evident as the hem of the clingy dress was only an inch or so below her crotch. On her feet were red stiletto pumps with the highest heels Peter could imagine.

The girl scowled a little, and the door Peter was blocking swung open wider despite his weight against it. Confused by this, Peter stepped back, and the girl stepped into the doorway and smiled, evidently happy now.

“Three wishes!” she grinned, and put one long fingernail to her shining, pouting pink lips.

“Don’t...don’t you mean trick or treat?” questioned Peter.

“Oh!” the girl giggled. “Trick or tweet?”

Peter’s heart was beating hard. He was a sucker for a pretty girl; even more of a sucker for a pretty girl who dressed up. This had been a bone of contention between him and his ex girlfriend.

The girl slid down the zipper of her latex dress to expose more of her plunging cleavage. She looked at Peter.

“You’re drooling boy,” she smiled.

He shook his head. “Yes. I’m sorry,” he smiled nervously as the girl took another pace forward, and he backed into the hall. His front door slammed, though the girl never touched it.

“Who...who are you?” Peter stammered.

“I’m Trixy,” the girl answered. “Nurse Trixy to you.” She leant her weight onto one foot and curved her hip.

Peter began to sweat.

“And who sent you?” he questioned.

“Hmmm...” the petite blonde frowned. “You’re a little slow, aren’t you? No one sends Trixy. I come of my own accord. If you need me. Or if I just need a little playtime. I’ve seen you around. You’re cute, but a little lonely, right?"

“And no one’s ever quite given you just what you need, have they?”

Peter’s hackles were rising a little. Who did this girl think she was marching into his house and starting a little psycho analysis?

“And what exactly is it you think I need honey?” he growled, trying to gain the upper hand.

Trixy pointed both hands at him, her fingers spread. She arched an eyebrow.

“No, no, no!” she warned, “don’t get cute with me!”

She lowered her hands slowly and Peter found himself sinking to his knees. He couldn’t stop himself. He looked at Trixy with wide nervous eyes.

Trixy drew her hands together and scrunched her fists as if she were gripping something. Then she pulled her hands apart, and Peter’s shirt ripped open, the buttons flying off and clattering onto the hard wood floor.

Peter leant back as Trixy took a step towards him, towering over him in her impossibly high heels.

Peter’s shirt was in tatters and hung loose revealing his smooth muscular chest and tight six pack; the result of many hours in the gym.

Trixy grinned and punched the air triumphantly. “Yes,” she enthused. “Just what I thought; a proper little boy toy.”

Trixy spread her legs wide and peeled the white latex of her dress up her thighs until the mound of her pussy was exposed, tight in white lace knickers. She ran her fingertips over her sex and purred.

“You’ve made me wet already, you little slut. Now. Look at my pussy.”

Peter’s eyes flicked down Trixy’s body until he was staring at her sex. His jaw hung wide.

“When your cock is thick and hard, get it out and show it to me,” Trixy commanded.

“But...but...I can’t do that,” Peter protested.

Trixy snarled as she stepped astride Peter’s knees. She pressed her hips forward until her pussy was only an inch or so from his slack jaw.

Trixy ran one finger over the lips of her sex, spreading them and pushing the wet lace of her knickers into the folds.

“Peter,” she purred. “You see this?”

Peter nodded quickly.

“This is my pussy. My hungry tight wet pussy. The best, most hungry cunt you will ever fuck. Because yes, one day, not today, but one day, I will have your cock inside me. You will fuck me, for hours. Until you are exhausted. And then I will let you spunk inside me. Would you like that Peter? To fill my hot box with all that cum you’re gonna produce for me?”

Peter nodded, “Oh fuck yes!”

Trixy stepped back and slapped Peter hard across the face.

“Yes what?”

“Um,” Peter gasped. He looked at the blonde tormentress with his eyes wide, full of lust and fear. “Yes Trixy?”

Slap.

“Wrong again slut. I told you, it’s Nurse Trixy.”

Peter nodded.

“Yes Nurse Trixy.”

The blonde smiled. “Better.” She pushed the toe of her sandal to his crotch. “So now, unzip, pull your trousers down, and show me your nice stiff cock. I have made you hard, haven’t I Peter?”

Peter nodded. “Yes Nurse Trixy.”

“Good,” Trixy purred, “Now get to it.”

Peter gulped. He lifted himself a little, slid his fly down and unfastened his belt. He fumbled in his boxers until his thick shaft was exposed, standing proudly from his fingers, curled around the base. He looked up at Trixy with wide eyes.

She licked her lips and smiled.

“My! You are pleased to see me, aren’t you? What a big boy. Now, stroke it. Up and down, as you look at my shoes, and my legs, and my hips and my tits and my long blonde hair. In other words look at all of me. And think about what a lucky boy you have just become.”

Peter obeyed, looking at Trixy, his eyes darting over her wonderful curves as his heart was pounding in his chest. Sweat was beading on his brow as he began to pump the pulsing shaft of his cock in his hand, up and down, up and down.

“Oh my God,” he muttered as he masturbated faster. “You’re so beautiful.”

Trixy raised a finger and wagged it from side to side. “Slow down boy. And listen.”

Peter nodded, entirely in her thrall.

“You must bring yourself close to climax. But then you must stop, and calm yourself before you start again. That way you will fill your balls with lots of lovely gooey cum for us to play with later. But you must never cum without my permission. That is a rule between us.”

Trixy grasped Peter’s chin between her thumb and forefinger. “Do you understand that slut?”

Peter nodded quickly.

“Disobey me Peter, and you will never get to know just how good it feels to have your cock in my tight pussy, or my lips wrapped around your shaft as I drain you of your cum. Understand?”

Peter nodded again. “Yes Nurse Trixy.”

“Good.” She smiled. “Well, I’m off to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of champagne. You do have champagne, don’t you Peter?” Her eyes narrowed.

He nodded. “Yes, Nurse Trixy.”

“And you, slut, will get entirely naked for me and kneel in the middle of the floor and wait for me. You will keep your cock hard, and play with it all the time you are waiting. And each time you are about to cum, you will stop and count to ten. Then you will begin again. Remember, if you cum, our evening will be over. Don’t move from your position until I return.” With that, she turned on her heels and marched to the door, swaying her hips seductively. She looked back to see Peter staring at her, pumping his fist up and down his shaft, and then gasping, and pulling his hand away. Through gritted teeth he began to count to ten. Trixy blew him a kiss and laughed.

“Back to it slut. I’ll be thinking of you,” she purred.

It seemed like an eternity to Peter that he knelt in the centre of the hall and continued his given task. He was sure his cock had never been quite so hard and sensitive. He beat the shaft up and down in his fist as he turned his face upward and ground his teeth. “Oh Christ,” he gasped as he pulled his hand away. Pre cum dripped from the eye of his cock as he breathed hard, and started to count once again.

He was in more and more of a state; desperate not to fail, desperate to experience whatever sexual interaction Trixy had planned for them. And all the while he could hear her in the kitchen, clicking glasses, popping the champagne cork, and merrily singing Robert Johnson’s “You better come on in my Kitchen” as she helped herself to Peter’s champagne.

“Hmmm...It’s lovely fizz darling.” Trixy called out to Peter. “It’s all oozed from the top of the bottle, all over my fingers, and I’m licking it from my skin. Imagine that, whore. Would you like to lick it from me?”

Peter groaned, and a bead of white cum appeared at the head of his cock.

“Oh fuck no!” He gritted his teeth, and just managed to fight back the urge to climax. He breathed hard, and started to count once again.

Trixy appeared in the doorway, tottering on her heels, grasping a champagne bottle in one hand, and a black leather bag in the other. “Why have you stopped slut?” she questioned as she paced towards him. “You haven’t cum have you?”

“No,” Peter shook his head. “No Mistress...um...Nurse Trixy.”

“Then keep stroking your cock for me. Nice long slow movements, up and down.”

Trixy licked her lips as she looked at Peter. “I love watching my sluts wank. It’s hard for you boys to hide just how horny you get for a pretty girl.”

Peter curled his fingers around his thickly erect shaft and nodded, looking up into Trixy’s eyes as he masturbated in front of her. He started slowly, but began to pump harder and faster, grunting as he did so.

“Oh yes...fuck...yes!” he muttered.

Trixy kicked his hand away with her toe leaving his cock jutting up in the air before him.

“Close your eyes, and count to ten. You’ll cum when I say. Not spurting all over the place like a horny teenager.”

“Oh fuck, yes Nurse Trixy,” Peter groaned, turning his face skyward. He closed his eyes and counted the numbers once again. The woman had only been in his home twenty minutes, and here he was, a gibbering, pleading wreak.

“Let’s have some fun,” Trixy grinned, dropping her leather bag down at Peter’s side. She reached a long leg forward and splashed some champagne from the bottle onto her lace stocking top. The liquid fizzed as it ran down her leg over her fishnets.

“Lick it up boy,” Trixy commanded, pointing to her thigh. “Suck the champagne out of my stockings. Nice and slurpy, like a puppy dog.”

Peter leaned forward, extending his tongue to Trixy’s leg. He lapped at her as he reached down and wanked his cock faster and faster. He licked and sucked the sweet liquid from the rough material of the fishnet stockings, and breathed in the perfect scent of Trixy’s skin.

Trixy laughed as she tipped more champagne into Peter’s open mouth, and he gulped it down. The liquid poured from his chin onto her red pumps and pooled on the floor around them.

Trixy grasped Peter’s hair and shoved his head down.

“Lick it up slut,” she ordered. She pushed Peter down until his lips were pressed to the toe of her shoes, “and stick your slut ass up high in the air as you do it.”

Peter began to lick the floor boards, with his head down and his ass up as requested. Trixy paced behind him and kicked his knees apart with her feet. He looked back at her over his shoulder.

“Did I tell you to stop licking the floor slut?” Trixy questioned.

“No Nurse Trixy,” Peter gulped, and he spun around to lick at the floor again.

Trixy knelt down behind Peter and reached for her black leather bag.

“Keep your face to the floor slut, and don’t look up.”

She reached around him and gripped his stiff cock and heavy balls in her fingers, and Peter groaned with pleasure. She squeezed.

“In about one minute you will have spurted slut. I’ll have emptied you of all that hot gooey cum you’ve been building up for me. You’ll have been milked the Trixy way. Wont that be wonderful?”

Peter groaned as Trixy released her grip on him.

Trixy reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of latex surgical gloves and a tube of lubricant. Peter lapped at the floor, but tightened his buttocks as he heard the snap of the latex on Trixy’s thin wrists.

“Relax slut,” Trixy giggled as she squeezed a length of clear gel onto her fingers. “This won’t hurt. I promise.” She chuckled wickedly.

Peter lifted his head a little and looked forward as he felt Trixy’s fingers slide into his tightly clenched arsehole; two entwined fingers, slick with lube, invading him, sliding in up to the knuckles, and twisting within him, searching out his prostate and milking it hard. Peter grunted as Trixy’s long nails raked his insides through the latex of the glove.

She pumped him, timing each thrust of her slippery fingers into his stretched anus with a tug on his hard cock, pulling back his foreskin, making him writhe with pleasure and surrender to her.

A third finger was forced in, and Peter’s body stiffened as he felt waves of pleasure coursing through him.

Trixy pushed her fingertips against his prostate deep in his arse and felt the waves of climax building in him. “That’s it baby,” she cooed, “Now you can come for Nurse Trixy. Come NOW!”

She chuckled as she watched long strings of white cum immediately splash across the wooden floorboards.

“Oh fuck,” Peter cried out, as string after string of his hot seed jetted from the eye of his cock and splattered onto the floor beneath his belly.

“Oh God, yes Nurse Trixy,” he sobbed, as the dominatrix milked him until every last drop of his cum was drained from his balls.

Trixy grasped Peter by the hair and stepped in front of him turning his eyes up to hers.

“Well whore,” she smiled, snapping off the latex gloves and casting them beside him. She pointed to the floor beneath Peter. “Lick it all up. Nobody likes a slut who leaves a mess, do they?”

Peter’s eyes grew as round as saucers. He gulped, and stammered at her.

“But...but...I can’t. I won’t do that. I don’t like it!”

Trixy slapped Peter hard across his face and he recoiled in shock, grasping his cheek.

“You’re not getting this, are you?” Trixy questioned, her eyes full of fierce determination. “Do you seriously think we are here just to do things you like? That would just be Peter’s playtime, wouldn’t it? I hardly think that would be asserting my authority. No slut. We are here to do things I like. Your only pleasure is in pleasing me, your Goddess. Getting it now?”

Trixy ran her fingers through Peter’s hair.

“And I simply love watching my sluts swallowing cum; sometimes their own, sometimes, another mans.”

Peter’s jaw hung in horror, but his cock was twitching back to life again.

“There’s simply nothing as hot as making my nice straight sluts suck cock in front of me. That makes me SO HORNY.” She strung out the words. “And believe me. You’ll LOVE me horny!”

xxx

Trixy flicked off the hall lights as she made her way out of the door. The last view Peter had of her was of her cute round ass, swaying, and her bag hanging from her arm, as she made her way out of the door. It slammed shut and Peter was left in the darkness, with the taste of his own cum fresh in his mouth and the floor before him licked dry.

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