“Hey!” Bonnie said, as she burst through the door. “Look what I found at the club.”

She leaped into my lap, waving a flyer. “We have a sexy Halloween party to go to.”

Since we'd moved in together at her uncle’s condo a couple of months before, we hardly had time to go out together.

Bonnie calmed down enough to show me the flyer. The headline said:

“Dress up for the sexiest night of the year! Spend Halloween Night with fun and games!”

The graphics on the flyer suggested sex. Lots of sex. Silhouettes of people fucking in a variety of positions.

Bonnie gave me a big smoochy kiss and said, “Let's go. It's a lot better than sitting at home in front of the TV on Halloween. It looks like fun, and besides, maybe we can meet some new people there.”

So I spent a few hours in town choosing the best black tuxedo just like Pierce Brosnan in The World Is Not Enough. I spent a good amount on the clothes and the shoes, even bought a huge toy gun to put under it.

While I was dressing, Bonnie stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped only in a towel after her shower. She dropped the towel, twirled around and said, “How about I go as Lady Godiva?”

“I'd love it,” I said, “but you'll get us both arrested.”

Seeing Bonnie's naked body gave me a hard-on. I couldn't get enough of watching her walking around the house nude. Her nipples always seemed to be erect, sitting on those soft, perky B-cup breasts.

She walked across the room to me and gave me a hug and another smoochy kiss. As she did so, she grabbed my cock through my trousers.

“Looks like someone is excited about the Halloween party,” she said.

“How about we fuck before we go?” I asked.

She laughed, “No, you'd better save your prick for the party. Who knows what kind of surprises will we have…”

Bonnie walked to the closet where her costume was hanging on a hanger. She slipped the long, black witch's dress over her head and pulled it into place. It appeared to be pretty snug around her breasts and waist. She turned her back to me and asked me to zip up the back.

She looked at me above her shoulder. “Like what you see?” she asked.

“Of course,” I said. “And I’m wondering who else will see it tonight.”

Bonnie stood up and pulled up her thong.

“Jealous, huh?” she asked. “As far as I know you don’t have any reason to complain.”

She was right. Since we’ve been together, Bonnie did everything to be sure I was sexually satisfied. We had an open relationship, that’s right, but it was for both of our benefit. We tried out all the fantasies we wanted. And sometimes she even helped me organizing stuff like when she asked me to repair the vibrator and I ended up fucking Clarissa, the ice queen of the office in the ass. Or when we were invited to the private party of the firm and she let me DP her with another guy. Yeah, that’s right. I didn’t have anything to complain about.

We were finally ready to go. Bonnie was wearing her sexy witch outfit with the authentic black hat, her naughty black dress that matched her glossy black hair, high black heels, and thong, underlined by black and yellow stripped panty. I had my tuxedo on with a red bow-tie and the huge gun under my arm pit.

We called a cab. The driver eyed us up and down but didn’t say anything, he opened the door for Bonnie and helped her with her long dress. He drove us to the industrial part of the city, where many factories were renewed for loft flats inside them.

I payed the driver, left him a serious tip, then got out and held the door for Bonnie.

“Shall we?” I asked, and held her hand like a true gentleman.

“Yes, Mr. Bond,” she giggled. “Please take me to the world of tales.”

We got to the huge black steel door. The same sign was painted on it as on the flyer.

Halloween Night Party

“Welcome to the club!”

The tall, bald tattooed bouncer met us at the door, and collected our entry fee. After he let us into the club, we walked down the dimly lit hallway. There were the typical Halloween decorations: pumpkins, huge fake spiders hung from the ceiling, and a ghost made from a sheet near the entry. From some speakers at the end of the hall, we heard the Halloween sounds of wolves howling, owls hooting, and witches laughing hysterically.

From side rooms off the hallway, we heard some laughing and moaning. They were the unmistakable sounds of sex.

After a corner, there was a man fucking a girl’s mouth. She was dressed as a french maid, in a dress black and white. She was on her knees, hand tied behind her back by a pair of pink handcuffs. The guy was dressed as a soldier from World War II. He was holding her head by grabbing her hair and he was thrusting his cock deep into her mouth.

“That’s it…” he moaned. “Deeper…”

And he thrusted his huge rod to her throat again and again. Then he pulled out and spanked her cheeks with it for a few times. A lot of saliva and his pre-cum was dripping from the end of his cock.

“Please put it back,” the maid sighed. The fluids from his cock were smeared on her face and strained her make-up. The guy grabbed her head tightly and pushed his cock back in between her full lips. He fucked her face faster this time, with full power and abandon. She moaned quickly and on a high voice like a small bird.

The guy stopped and we could see his body twitching.

“Don’t swallow it yet…” he moaned. “Keep it in your mouth, honey.”

She took all the guy sprayed inside her mouth. Some drops even dripped out of her mouth.

“Now open it,” her ordered. She obeyed and he leaned down to check his cum collected on her tongue. Then he nodded: “Now you can swallow,” which she happily did.

“That was so hot,” Bonnie said. “It made me crave some man-sauce,” she added.

“Maybe you could ask her to leave some for you next time,” I nodded to the maid who was still on her knees, smiling happily on the soldier before her.

“Oh come on,” Bonnie held my hand and pulled me further up the corridor.

We found a room with a door left ajar. Inside there was a girl on her knees, dressed up as Catwoman. The black latex covered her whole body, only her cleavage was visible: she didn’t have huge tits but the look of her skin made the whole image even sexier. A matching black mask covered her eyes. She was surrounded by a bunch of buys in a variety of costumes: a Superman, a Zorro, a cop, a doctor and a fireman. She was sucking Superman’s cock with all her abandon but she already had some strains of cum shining on her black latex.

“Suck it!” the guys cheered.

She was working on the steel hard cock with eyes closed. The other men were jerking their cocks, and the cop held a small bowl in his hand. With a loud groan, he sprayed his cum into the bowl. He jerked everything into it, till the last drops, then gave it to the fireman. I could see the bowl was half full with cum.

The fireman took the bowl and wanted to jerk off into it, but Superman finished fucking the Catwoman’s face.

“Give it to me, I’m coming!” he cried, and after he got the bowl, he shot his thick, huge drops in it. The Catwoman was on her knees, giggling. When he emptied his cock, he poured the contents of the bowl on the Catwoman’s face. She quickly opened her lips and tried to catch every string of white cum dripping on her.

“Good kitty!” someone said.

“Drink your milk, Catwoman!”

“Lick it up!”

The men loudly cheered and laughed watching her.

“Mmmm...” Bonnie purred beside me. “What a nice cock tail,” she emphasized the two last word for the sake of the joke.

“Oh yeah” I said, grinning. “Maybe I should prepare something like that for you.”

“Good idea! Maybe for my birthday?”

I grinned and made a mental note.

We moved further. The next room was furnished as a medical room. There were two white beds in it, with two guys lying on them. A hot chick dressed as a nurse was riding one of the patients, jerking the other beside her. She had the slutty white costume and hat on, without any bra, and the costume slid up at her waist. I could see her red thong pulled away from her pussy and the cock entering her again and again. She was really in heat, moaning out loud and riding wildly. Her white dress was halfway open, leaving the patient below her fondle her large, full tits which were bouncing wildly up and down as she rode him.

“Come on, let’s go!” Bonnie said. “I don’t feel comfortable in hospitals.”

So we went on. We found two cheerleaders 69’ing on a large steel table. A huge black guy dressed up as Dracula jerked his cock on a chair beside them, and whispered obscenities to them.

“That’s right… Lick that cunt, bitch..”

The girls wore the typical cheerleader outfit: short skirts and white T-shirts with huge football logos on them. The girl below was holding a large pink dildo in her hand and tried to stuff it into the other girl’s pussy.

“I’ve never seen a black Dracula before,” Bonnie told me. “Look, he even has his fake teeth!”

He sure had them and they made his grin even more evil. He watched closely as the pink dildo slid into the cheerleader’s pussy. He licked his index finger and slowly pushed it into the cheerleader’s asshole. The girl moaned out loud with her eyes closed.

“Excuse me?” I heard a tinkling voice and somebody touched my arm. I turned around. A blonde girl was standing there, dressed up as a pirate girl. She was smaller than me, dressed in shredded clothes showing off her sexy brown skin. She had black boots on her feet and a black eyepatch pulled up to her forehead, on the colorful head scarf.

“Can you help me?” she asked, with her green eyes glowing at me.

“What can I help you with?” I asked, like a real gentleman. She looked me up and down, then explained.

“We just have had some fun with some friends of mine, and we would like to continue but we’re one man down.”

“One man down for what?” I asked.

“For being full” she said with a smile which made me understand she was talking about her body. She turned to Bonnie and asked, “Do you mind if I borrow your man for a while?”

“Not at all,” Bonnie answered.

“There’s a lipstick party anyway,” she pointed to the next room, the door left ajar. I saw a row of guys with a row of girls on their knees before them, sucking and slurping their cocks diligently. Bonnie took out a red lipstick from her purse, and adjusted her makeup. “I wanna see how this red looks on black” she winked at the pirate girl and the two of them shared a smile. “Good luck!” she said to me, then entered room with the lipstick party and closed the door behind herself.

I didn’t have time to wonder because the pirate girl held me by the hand and led me up on some stairs.

“I planned everything,” she explained. “I selected the guys, talked it over with them, made them promise this will be our little secret. And you know, how guys are: they had their orgasm, now they would turn around and fall asleep and leave the poor girl unsatisfied. By the way, do you like sloppy seconds?”

I had no time to answer since she led me into a dimly lit room. There was a huge king sized bed in the middle, with the bedding cockled up. There had been clearly some action going on here. I even smelled sex in the hot air of the room.

A guy dressed up as a football player was lying on the bad. He was huge and sweaty, his T-shirt torn to pieces so his muscular chest was visible. His helmet was on the bed beside him. Down there he was naked, so I could see his huge cock pointing at us. He had his eyes half closed but watched us as we moved into the room.

“Who is this?” somebody asked. My eyes got used to the dim light in the room slowly. I could see a guy sitting in the arm chair near the door. He was dressed like a pilot, in a grey coverall with some badges and huge sunglasses on his head. He was chewing a gum and he had his soft cock out, jerking it in his hand. He looked like Tom Cruise from Top Gun, without the handsome face, of course.

“He’s the one who will take your place, honey,” the pirate girl answered. The pilot spitted one aside, but said nothing. “Come on, guys, let’s do this!” she said to the other side of the room. One of the shadows parted from the corner: it was a guy dressed up like Batman! His costume was perfect: black rubber clothes with the mask and the belt. But he didn’t move like the real Batman; he was staggering as he stepped to us. He held a bottle in his hand with only a few whiskey on the bottom.

“Do you want some, mate?” he looked at me with a blank stare from his mask.

“A drunken Batman? Really?” I asked from the pirate girl but she shrugged.

“He’s a good guy. And he’s still hard unlike my boyfriend…” she waved her hand to the pilot in the arm chair.

She climbed on the bed, and sat on the football player’s lap. She adjusted his cock into her pussy, and slowly settled on it.

“Oh that’s still good,” she moaned. Then she looked back at me and gestured to get behind her.

“Come on, Mr. Bond,” she said, giggling. “Get your weapon ready.” But she bit on her lips because the football player held her hips and shoved his cock deeper into her.

I took my cock out. When I bought this tuxedo, I didn’t really think it will feel tight when I will climb behind a hot girl with a desire to fill her ass up.

I climbed up behind her. The skin of her beautiful round ass showed up between the shreds of her pirate costume. She leaned back against me as she slowly began sliding herself up and down on the football player’s cock.

She winced a couple times, then said, “Oof,” as she finally had his cock fully inside her. The pirate girl bounced up and down a couple times, then lay on the guy’s chest. She looked back to me, and said, “Fuck my ass with your huge cock!”

I put my legs above the guy’s thighs, adjusted my cock to the pirate girl’s asshole, and slowly slid it in. It went easier than I thought. Even though I could feel she was full with the football player’s cock in her pussy, my cock slid easily into her hot asshole. I even sensed something fluid on my skin. I reached down to check: it was cum.

“What the fuck?” I asked. The blonde girl looked back at me and winked.

“Is there something wrong?”

That was when I realized why she asked me whether I like sloppy seconds. Somebody just fucked her in the ass!

“Whose cum is this?” I asked. I could see the pilot spitting again to the floor.

“Does it matter?” the girl asked. I saw in her big green eyes and I decided she’s right. It doesn’t really matter at all. If this is the price I have to pay for double penetrating this hot chick, then so be it.

I pushed into her deeper. She grabbed my head.

“Oh god... That feels good,” she moaned.

The football player began fucking her ass and only the membranes between her rectum and vagina separated my cock from his, and I could feel the head of his cock bump against mine, almost as if I was wearing a condom. He also held her by her hips so I could build up a steady rhythm and started fucking her ass.

The pirate girl was going, “Ungh... Ungh... Ungh...,” every time I bottomed out.

We fucked her steadily. I grabbed her hair and pulled her closer to me. With my other hand, I spanked a few times her ass.

“Helly yeah!” she cried out. “See?” she told her boyfriend. “It’s easy. Even this guy can do it.”

“Yeah, after I eased the back door…” the pilot said but the girl didn’t pay any attention to him. She enjoyed the hard fucking she got from us.

That was when Batman stepped in front of her. He gulped from the bottle then pulled his cape away. I could see his cock was out and hard already. He grabbed her head and pulled her mouth on his cock. He pushed balls deep in her. She started bobbing on her immediately.

“Oh yeah!” he shouted. “Suck my cock, honey!”

We fucked her in a good rhythm. All her holes were filled, and her body tensed on our cocks like a bow. I thought I will speed up things a little by some nasty talk.

“Do you like to be stuffed?” I murmured into her ears while I fucked her ass hard. “Do you like these cocks in your body?”

“Mmmhmmm…” she moaned as she could with her mouth full with the Batman’s cock.

“Yeah? Would you like to get your holes filled with our sperm?”

“Mmmhhmmm…” she moaned again but that wasn’t enough for me. I pulled back her head letting the cock in her mouth free.

“Say it!” I ordered.

“Yeah…” she murmured.

“Come on man!” the Batman said, whining. “What is your fucking problem?”

This drunken Batman was a little disappointing. A real illusion breaker. But I wanted to hear the pirate girl speaking dirty.

“Say it!” I ordered her again.

“I love your cocks!” she cried out.

“And…?”

“And I want you to fill me with your cum!” she cried again with eyes closed.

That was enough for me. I pushed her head back to Batman’s cock. He greeted it with a grin and pulled another gulp from the bottle. Then he threw the bottle to the floor, grabbed his cape and covered hey bobbing head with it. I could hear she was giggling under the blue cape but on a muffled voice so she probably continued the sucking. The drunken Batman was laughing and he moved her head under the cape, fucked her face with large thrusts. Then he pulled the cape away. The pirate girl raised her head up, and jerking his cock, laughed at the guy before her:

“You’re a fucking animal!”

“I’m the fucking Batman!” he shouted, with his arms spread. The girl laughed, and I was grinning. But the footbal player below us didn’t say anything, he just pounded the girl’s pussy with his huge cock. The Batman grabbed the pirate’s blonde her again and pulled her mouth back to his cock.

We fucked her with all our power. Now all the three cocks pounded her open and gaping holes. She closed her eyes again and cried out loudly.

“That’s it! Fuck me!”

The pilot was watching us from the arm chair. He didn’t jerk his cock any more, he even put it away. But I could see he bit his upper lip a few times.

This made me fuck his girl even harder. I leaned on her, grabbed her tits throught her costume and pounded her balls deep.

“Ohhh...” she cried out, “that’s so goood...”

I could tell she was close to her orgasm.

“Oh fuck... Oh fuck, I'm cumming,” she cried out.

I could feel her ass clamping down on my ass as she rode out her orgasm. The football player let go with his load, and I could feel his cock pulsing inside her. That was enough to make me unload, too. I pushed deeper and let all my juices shoot out into her hot, tight ass. I could feel my balls tighten and empty their load into her body.

But we didn’t have time to enjoy our mutual orgasms. The Batman pulled her from us, helped her on her knees on the floor. He grabbed her head and jerked his cock on her panting face furiously. He needed a couple of strokes only, and came like a pornstar; with a loud groan, he sprayed his huge load on her cheeks, on her nose, on her lips, on her jaw, everywhere.

He backed up and sat in another armchair beside the pilot.

“See?” the pirate girl said. “That’s why I like him so much. I can always count on his big cock.”

“Did you enjoy yourself?” her boyfriend asked.

“Oh yeah… I’ve never came like that before.”

After we put our costumes back on, the pirate girl winked, then said to me, “It was a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Bond.”

I pointed at her and winked with my fingers doing like a shot at her. She smiled and I got out of the room.

I met Bonnie in the corridor. She was waiting for me. Her lipstick was smeared around her lips and she held her shoes in her hands. She clearly recovered from the lipstick party but she still had some strings of some cum in her hair.

“Was it good?” she pointed behind me.

“It was hot as hell,” I admitted. “I’m glad you took us to this party.”

She acknowledged it with a nod.

“What about the lipstick party?” I asked. “I can see you sucked some lucky guys dry.” I pointed to her hair.

“What?” she asked. She reached up and found the white fluid in her hair. She tested in from her fingers and said, smiling, “Yeah… It was wild.”

“What’s with the shoes?”

“Oh that...” she looked at it. “A guy asked me whether he can jerk it of in my high heels.”

“And you let him?”

“Well, it sounded like a funny idea back then so I borrowed them to him… But now that cold fluid under my skin feels strange and sloppy.”

“Sloppy is good sometimes,” I said, grinning, and held her hand and took to the exit.

“Wanna share stories?” she asked.

“Absolutely!” I said. “But let me call a cab first.”

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This is a chapter from my book Office Sluts 2: Wild Adventures. Enjoy!