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Every year my parents get invited to a huge costume party in the hills. Its this party they spend their entire year planning. What costumes are they going to wear? Whether or not they should rent a hotel room close by in case they get to drunk. Everything about this day is planned all the way down to what color under garments they plan on wearing. As you can guess by now, the kids never get invited to go.
I quietly shut the door behind me as I entered my parents room. If they knew that I was in here, they would be far from happy. My parents were not mean people, nor where they strict people, but they were big believers in privacy. They respected the privacy of their children and they expected to get the same respect in return.
I love the privacy rule in our house, more so because my parents would freak if they saw some of the things that were in my room, but I just had to get something out of their room, something that I could not ask for. I needed to get the address for this costume party they were going to at the end of the week. I was tired of hearing the whispers about the party of the year, knowing that I was not invited to go. Well this year, I was going, whether I was formally invited or not.
Once the door was shut behind me, I stood there by the door in silence. I needed to make sure that no one had heard me and that no one was coming up the stairs. The coast, thankfully, seemed to be clear at the time, but I knew that I had to make this quick.
Walking over to my parents nightstand, I began to look through the papers that were scattered about. Working my way to the drawers, I smiled when I finally came upon it. I figured that I was going to have to turn the enter room upside down for this, but thankfully for my sake and my sanity, I had started in the right place. I grabbed a piece of paper, wrote down the address, the date and the time. I quietly made my way out of the bedroom and back into my own. I was now ready to plan for the biggest event of my year.
My parents left the house an hour ago, which meant I needed to hurry up and get ready. I was told that this party would go well on into the morning, but I did not want to miss more of it, then I had to. I wanted to get there to experience the entire thing, not just the part of it I happen to show up for.
I threw on my costume and looked myself over in the mirror. I was a fairy, a very attractive fairy in my opinion. Sure my body was not perfect, but the way the thin white lacy dress held my figure together and made my body look sexier. It was strapless and barely covered any of my legs. I was sure that if I was to bend forward, people would get to see a part of me that no one has ever seen.
I pulled a long black coat over my costume and crept down the stairs and grabbed my car keys from the shelf by the door. Looking around the corner into the living room, I watched for a moment as my older brothers played video games. If they saw me like this, they would not let me even attempt to leave the house. They saw me as their little sister, not the seventeen year old that I really was. Good thing they were so into their game, it made it easier to get out the door.
I parked my car down around the corner of this house where the party was being held. If for any reason my parents planned to leave the party early, I did not want them to see my car. Locking the doors behind me , I walked slowly up the street. The cold wind was pressing against the bare parts of my skin, causing me to hug my arms tightly across my chest, but I continued on. Nothing was going to stop me from having fun this evening.
Upon arriving at the steps leading up to a large pale green house, covered in all kinds of Halloween decorations, I felt a twinge of nervousness turn in my stomach. I was scared as to what might happen if my parents were to notice me. Would they ground me? Would they be disappointed in me? Was it worth finding out? Pulling my eye mask down, I nodded and headed up the steps. Nothing was going to stop me from having fun this evening, Nothing.
The party was by far the best party I had ever been too , but there was one problem. I did not know anyone here and I was about half the age of half the attending party. I was not sure what to say to people when they talked to me and I tended to just nod my head a lot. Eventually people stopped trying to make conversation with me all together and I ended up taking shots of vodka at the bar by myself.
“Drinking alone,” a voice asked from behind me. I was no longer interested in the people at the party, just the alcohol provided, so I did not turn around to make contact. This did not seem to discourage him, as he made his way up to the bar and took a seat beside me. At that point I could not fight the urge to at least look at him, which was the best decision I had made all evening.
The man beside me was stunning, in a hidden mysterious kind of way. I could tell looking him over fully, that he was tall and he seemed to be well built. Even though I could not see his face completely, I knew he had the most amazing smile, one that welcomed you in with its familiar nature, as if you knew them, even when you did not. Then there were the eyes, the most stunning blue eyes, that seemed to work well with the black mask covering his eyes.
“That’s okay,” he said ordering a rum and coke. “You don’t have to answer me.” He then got up and started to walk away. Heading back into the party. I turned, watching him walk away, my mind cried out, I wanted this man I had never met to come back to me. I wanted to tell him that I did not need to drink alone, if he chose to drink with me.
I looked down at my shot and quickly poured it into my mouth. It slide down my throat with a slight burn until it warmed the edges of my stomach, causing courage to rise in the place of fear. Pushing my way from the bar, I walked into the crowd, searching for the masked man who had taken my breath away.
For a while I felt as if I had missed my chance, the masked heart stealer was no where to be found, but that is when he found me. Walking up behind me and tapping me on the shoulder. I had jumped when his finger touched my skin, but once I discovered it was him, that courage once again came forth.
“You seem to be looking for something,” he said with a smile. I looked him over again, taking in just how tall he truly was. I had always had a thing for tall men, though I had only ever dated men my own height or shorter. Not that I was going to be dating this man or anything else in that ball park.
“I was,” I stuttered over my words, “I was looking for you.” I looked around the room, feeling as if all eyes were one me, but he was the only one looking at me, and he was really looking at me. “And look,” I said with a smile, “I found you.”
“Actually, I kind of found you,” he said correcting me with a laugh, taking my hand and kissing it. “But I would be more then happy to give you all of the credit. Granted, you walk with me out back so we can talk about why you were drink alone.”
I thought about this for a minute. Wondering why he needed to walk with me, outside for that matter, just to find out why I was drinking alone. The nerves jumped back into my stomach and the courage had completely gone away. I was not sure that it was a good idea and I knew that I was suppose to say no, but something about him had me captivated. So I let him take my hand and lead me out to the back porch.
It did not take long for me to get cold. It was a chilly night and I was wearing next to nothing. He noticed this as well and took the long cape off of his costume, which I discovered was a musketeers outfit. I questioned about where the other two musketeers were, but he only laughed my question off. I was grateful for the cape however, or I very well would have frozen to death.
Soon we were in some kind of shed off to the side of the house. I felt as if I should turn back and head into the house, but he soon had my back pushed against the wall. His lips firmly pressed up against mine, causing my body to go completely still. I had never been kissed by a man before, and to be honest, it was the most amazing feeling in the entire world.
“You smell so good,” he whispered in my ear before nibbling on it. It was then that my body completely turned to butter and I wanted to feel more of him. He seemed to have the same idea, with how quickly he worked to pull my dress up around my hips. I knew where this was leading and in that moment, it was all that I wanted.
The masked man began to kiss down my neck and lightly bit at my collar bone. I moan lightly as his mouth licked, bit, and sucked on my body. Pulling my dress down below my breasts, he lifted my bra and took one of my nipples into his mouth. It became instantly hard in his mouth and he growled in pleasure at how easily I seemed to be playing along.
Biting, licking, and sucking at my one nipple, as he flicked his fingers over the other. Both were hard as rocks and hurt every so slightly. My pussy juices were dripping down my leg as he worked back and forth with his mouth across my chest. I wanted to beg for more but I did not want to take the control away from him, since he seemed very much into having it.
He soon pulled away from my nipples and kissed back up to my neck. I watched as he fumbled around a bit in front of me, not really paying attention to what he was doing. Until his eyes connected with mine. His deep blue eyes locked with my blue eyes and there was a connection. Something so strong that took both of us over. It was then that I felt myself being lifted off the ground and pressed tighter against the wall. It was only a matter of seconds before his cock was shoved all the way into my soaking wet pussy.
I let out a light scream as he thrust into me, being as I was not expecting it. He pressed his lips to mine in that moment, muffling my screams from becoming to loud. Our tongues reached out, searching for one another, until they finally connected. His tongue wrapping in circles around my own , as he thrust hard er back and forth into me. My back repeatedly hitting the wall, sending me over the edge and into the greatest orgasm I had ever had. I grabbed tightly onto his body as I rode his cock, pushing my orgasm to the extreme.
Pulling me away from the wall, he moved us quickly down to the ground, with me on top of him. I quickly caught on to what he wanted and began to bounce up and down on his cock. I could feel it pushing all the way into me and it made my moans turn into screams of pleasure. I rode him hard and fast until I rode into my second powerful orgasm.
My body shook on top of him and I tried to ride his cock more, but I did not have the energy to do so. I grabbed onto him, trying to hold myself up but my arms were weak and I collapsed on top of him. He pushed me up and flipped us over, laying down on top of me, his cock never leaving my pussy. He then began to fuck me as hard as he could. His grunts were just as loud as my moans and I could tell by the way his eyes looked that he was about to cum and I wanted it. I wanted him to cum inside of me.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned loudly as he thrust hard into me a few more times before just holding it deep inside of me. I could feel his cock contracting and his cum hitting the walls of my pussy. I began to grind up against him pushing myself into my last orgasm of the evening, as I had no more energy left in my body.
We laid there for what felt like hours before cleaning ourselves up the best that we could and making our way back to the party. He disappeared as soon as we entered the house and I felt dirty about what had happened. The beautiful masked man had used me for sex and I let him, I wanted him to do it. Feeling that I could not take anything more for the evening, I grabbed my coat and headed to my car, knowing now why these parties were so talked about.
I stepped out of the shower and worked my way into my pajamas. It took me longer then usually, being as my body was sore from earlier this evening. Looking into the mirror I smiled. Something about me was different, something was dirty and wrong and I loved it. I slept with a complete stranger , who used me for nothing more then sex. I felt almost accomplished for having a night I would never forget.
“Ashley,” a voice came from the other side of the door making me jump. I felt a weird feeling in my stomach but pushed it away.
“Yeah,” I asked though the door, not allowing myself to open it.
“Your mother and I are home,” my father said quietly, “we are heading to bed, just wanted to let you know that we were back.”
“Thank you daddy,” I said through the door before turning back to myself in the mirror, getting lost once again in my thoughts.
_______________ Ashley’s dad walked quietly to his room and stripped from his costume. Folding it up and placing it on his night stand. He then pulled his mask off, that one that completed the musketeer look and set it on top of the rest of the costume. He then laid himself down in bed and wrapped his arms around his wife. He whispered quietly in her ear, “I was just thinking about how much I love you.” When in reality, he was thinking about the beautiful fairy that had stole his heart this evening, and the fact that he forgot to give it back before she quickly left the party.
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