Throughout the week preceding the holiday, I had dropped by Miss Laura’s home to help decorate it for her upcoming party. Halloween hit on a Tuesday last year, so her party, something she did every year for select clients and friends, would be held on Saturday. She had told me little about what to expect, but she assured me it would be fun and that my attendance was mandatory. I received a text from her Wednesday morning as I was getting ready for work, telling me that I was to avoid contact with my sub, Kristie until after the party. I cussed, because I had a date arranged with Kristie that night after her shift at the pub ended. Miss Laura followed that text with an order that I was to put on my chastity cage and verify it with a picture. I did so immediately, because if I thought about it too long, I wouldn’t be able to get the device on over a hard cock.

I did so and sent her the picture.

“Good Boy,” she sent back.

I sighed, knowing that the next few days would be hell. It was hard to pee with the thing on but more alarming to me, the imposed chastity would be close to four days, as I calculated. My Wednesday had not even started, and the party didn’t get going until four o’clock on Saturday. I didn’t know what she had in store for me, but with that much time out of action, even with all the cum denial training that Laura had subjected me to and the kegel muscle exercises I had been doing, I would be quite pent up by the time I was to perform whatever it was. I would be at a disadvantage from the start.

Saturday could not have arrived quickly enough for me. I arrived early to help set up, also with the hopes that I would receive a pre-party favor. Laura answered the door in a robe and my mouth dropped open. She had dyed her hair black the previous week, but now a couple of streaks of white had been added, Lily Munster style. She led me to the kitchen and we went to work, setting up for the party.

Side-by-side, we set up snack trays and cold cut plates. I noticed her staying close to me as we moved about the kitchen. I caught her eyes a few times and she gave me that playful grin I loved. She sent my mind racing. Though we had been seeing each other for five months, and I had been a witness and the center of many of her sex games, even being loaned out to her female friends, Miss Laura had never let my cock enter her other than for a few quick tests and teases. Was today the day? I moved closer several times and when I did, she would find something else to take care of and slip away.

The game was afoot.

I filled the cooler with beer and took it outside and then made sure the wine refrigerator was full. The whole time, my cock ached to get out of the chastity cage.

When we were done, we looked over the living room/dining room. The faux cobwebs were strung, the plastic light-up pumpkins were lit, and the rest of the decorations were in place.

“Okay,” Laura said, satisfied. “It’s five-thirty and people are on the way. You better get into your costume.”

I smiled. I knew what that meant. She and I stared at each other for a moment, and she gave me that grin again. She pulled me close by my belt buckle and kissed me, hard and brief. “Go on now. Be a good boy.”

I went down to the playroom/basement and into Miss Laura’s changing room/washroom at the back. I found my costume in its usual place on a chair next to her makeup table. I began changing and found out pretty quickly that it was going to be an interesting party. Laura had bought a Roman soldier outfit for me, thankfully without the helmet and sword. The tunic was black with gold trim and when I put it on, I found that it was a bit short.

There was no undergarment. Figuring that was intended, I removed my boxer shorts. A band of leather armor went around my waist, so at least that might keep the tunic from riding up. I put on the sandals and was about to head upstairs to show Laura, but it was then she walked in.

“Oh, that’s nice, Sammy boy,” she cooed. Reaching under the tunic, she cupped my balls. She locked eyes with me and my entire sex throbbed. She felt it and knew that I knew she felt it. She laughed wickedly. “Can’t wait to let your monster free can you?”

“I’m having kind of a hard time,” I said honestly. The chastity device had never been completely comfortable, but now it was beginning to hurt.

“You’ll just have to be patient,” she said and moved away. “Sit.”

I sat. My eyes were glued to her as she removed the robe. She was completely naked underneath. She spoke as she put on her makeup, telling me her plans for the evening. She was putting contacts on her eyes and said, “I know that’s not been comfortable, Sam, but I needed to make sure you’d be all charged up for my friends tonight and not giving it to your little bar slut.”

I swallowed. Laura and Kristie, my 28-year-old-sub, were not fans of each other.

With the contacts in, she turned to me and smiled. “What do you think?” They were bright yellow-ish green under the ceiling lights. I don’t recall what I said, but it was very much in the positive. She looked like a werewolf in transition and with her natural beauty, it looked fantastic.

Laura put on a white base, black eyeliner, mascara, dark blue lipstick, all while I watched, straining against the cock lock. Then she made me watch while she put on her leggings, black with ornate, red barbs running up them.

As she pulled on the tiny matching panties, she said, “You look like you’re in agony, Sammy.”

I nodded. I couldn’t take my eyes from her and I think I felt precum leaking onto my leg.

“You better go.”

Reluctantly, but without delay, I left the room and headed upstairs. I had to clear my mind and having the object of my desires so close to me was driving me insane.

The next thing I heard was the doorbell. I went up to answer it and the first guests arrived. There were a lot right away, and within the hour, the house was wall to wall and the music was thumping. I had no idea Laura knew so many people, and there was no way to tell clients from friends. Laura had told me that she was expecting a few paying partiers but had said nothing more.

Yvonne, her ebony size-queen, arrived with her boyfriend Mark, a man I got along with well. The voluptuous Yvonne was dressed as a red devil, comprised with a satin bodysuit, corset, red nylon thigh highs, and heels that cranked her 5’6” hourglass body up a few inches. She had devil horns on her head and her hair was well-woven about them in luscious curls.

Poor Mark was an angel on a chain, probably a more spot-on depiction of their relationship than he had dreamed of. Yvonne was an enthusiastic assistant to Miss Laura and I had serviced her orally myself and knew her demands first hand. She considered mine a small cock, even though it was seven and a half inches long and thicker than Mark’s. I didn’t take it personally, though I sort of resented her opinion when I first met her.

Shortly afterward, Alma and Eduardo, a couple from Puerto Rico that I had met before, came to the door. Eduardo was a cool guy, but Alma was an insatiable goddess of a woman. At 5’3”, E-cup breasts and an ass you could set your drink on, Alma was incredible. Her dark eyes were almost black and when she smiled, my crotch hurt, even without the chastity lock. Tonight, her black hair was streaked with purple, and she wore a tight, black catsuit, complete with tail and ears on her head. I was thankful she had not worn a mask, she’s just that beautiful to look at.

Eduardo had on a passable Batman outfit, an older styled one from the Adam West days. I’d seen much worse. He was just a few inches taller than Alma, decently built. Wherever he got the costume, it fitted pretty well.

As the party got going, women dressed in all sorts of hot sexy outfits, and some not so much so, arrived. Unfortunately, the zombie craze wasn’t over for a good number of guests. They were a little hard to look at but that’s me. Men with masks and costumes or in regular clothes were everywhere, either paired with a woman or solo. The solo ones I guessed to be clients as they tended not to mingle with each other. I witnessed more than a few of them get shot down by whatever hottie they were trying to impress.

The wine, beer, and hard liquor flowed, and I stood in the living room, talking to Alma and Eduardo, with Alma standing especially close to me. Her eyes constantly locked with mine, and her boyfriend either didn’t mind or didn’t notice. I knew, just knew that precum was at my tip and, without underwear, it was certainly making a stain on the Roman tunic.

Then, just as I was wondering when Laura was going to come up from the basement, she entered the room. She greeted her guests as she walked into the hallway, her body covered in a great red and black cloak, which went with the leggings I had seen her put on. Her face was shadowed in the attached hood. Heads turned in her direction and a few even applauded.

She was stopped by many guests as they greeted Miss Laura and engaged her in conversation. It was several minutes before she could get close to where I stood chatting with Alma and Eduardo. Laura caught my eye several times on this slow parade and, as she held my gaze, she took down the hood. She had placed curly, goat-like horns on her head, carefully sculpting her hair around them to look as natural as they could.

“There’s our succubus!” Alma shouted over the noise of the crowd and the music. Turning to me, she said, “She dresses as that or a vampire every year. I just love her.”

Yeah, me too.

Laura had put the finishing touches on her face as well. Her skin appeared nearly white, and with the contrasting black eyeliner, mascara, and blue lipstick, she looked evilly sexy. The cloak came down just below her knees, and I could see that her high heels were exceptionally high. She must have stood 6’4”, horns included. Red and black fingerless gloves ended somewhere up the cloak’s sleeve. Finally, she arrived, holding my eyes with hers. The closer she came, the higher I had to crank my chin to look up. The sandals I had on didn’t add much to my 5’10” stature. She gave Alma a bump with her hip, forcing the sexy Catwoman to sidestep. Apparently, Laura thought she was too close to me.

My memory has lost the gist of the rest of the casual conversation. All I recall was just how badly I wanted my succubus, to lose all my seed in or on her in some fashion. The conversation turned to the other guests and their costumes and at that point, Yvonne and Mark stepped up with drinks in their hands.

Yvonne, smiling widely, came up to Laura and spoke into her ear. Laura looked around and I followed her eyes to a buxom blonde, dressed in an amazingly arousing black leather dominatrix outfit, complete with whip and police cap. Laura has shared me with some of her casual friends, but this twenty-something I had never met.

“A domme? Bitch, please!” Laura called. The blonde heard and turned. She smiled and gave Laura a wave.

“I think she’s wearing it ironically,” Alma commented cheerfully.

“Don’t get me wrong, Tina can take command of any man,” Laura said to her audience of five. “But that’s no trick. I’ve had that little cunt on her knees begging me for permission to cum.”

Alma, Eduardo, Yvonne, and Mark all laughed. They knew her well. I didn’t laugh. All I wanted was to get my cock out of the cage as soon as possible and have Laura grant me release. It was really starting to hurt with all the visual stimuli in the room, and I wondered if my thick monster would break free all by itself.

We broke up and mingled. A few of the ladies chatted me up and they were highly attractive, quite capable of torturing my nether regions by their proximity, but I wanted my Laura. My eyes kept finding her in the crowd, which was easy. She was the tallest woman in the room.

The night moved along, with some guests leaving, some others arriving. Miss Laura strode up to me at some point around nine and inquired, “Hanging in there?”

“Yes, Miss Laura,” I answered, hoping beyond hope she would take me somewhere and fuck the hell out of me.

“Good boy,” she said instead. “Someone will be coming up to you with your key.”

“Oh?” I said, brightening.

That evil grin stretched along her blue lips and my heart soared. “You will do whatever they want. Within reason. Understand?”

“Yes, Miss Laura.”

She dug her long black painted nails in my chest and purred. My God, that purr. I knew she loved my muscles, but I longed for her and only her to do something about it. With the cloak now being undone partway, I got a glimpse at her bra. It appeared to match the theme of the rest of the costume, red and black. She turned and walked away, rejoining her guests.

Considering my state of restrained arousal, I was anxious to meet whomever Laura had given the key. I waited. Ten minutes. Then fifteen.

Then, a brunette wearing a sexy police officer outfit walked up to me, chin up and confident. The outfit was a one-piece and was shiny. Latex or vinyl, I never knew. Her breasts were not overly large, c-cup I guessed, but the tight outfit held them up high and tight. She wore black thigh high boots with high heels and a high-peaked cap that could never be mistaken for authentic. The duty belt had a couple of pairs of handcuffs on them and a gun that I hoped was plastic. Her arms and legs were densely and colorfully tattooed with ornate swirls of flower stems and blooms, tribal twirls and skulls. A cartoonishly embellished dominatrix, dressed in a black bodysuit and tall boots, decorated her left bicep. The lady cop’s bottom lip had a piercing and a little stud shone at one side of her nose. She was heart-stoppingly gorgeous, and in the lamp light, her eyes appeared to be green.

“Are you him?” she said to me. She took one set of handcuffs from her belt and dangled them from her fingertips.

Behind her stood one of the blondes wearing a passable Wonder Woman outfit. There were at least two blonde ones that night. She was attractive as well, with glowing blue eyes and red lips that I wished I could shove my meat in between. The thought was driving me mad.

“I might be,” I said. “As long as you have more than just handcuff keys on you.”

“I do,” the cop said and took one of my wrists. She snapped a cuff on it then did the other. “Come with us.”

I followed, my eyes on their gorgeous asses as they strode to the basement door. I judged them both to be less than 5’4” in bare feet, but they were nearly as tall as me in their shoes. Their high heels clicked loudly as both ladies stepped down the steps.

As we arrived in the basement, a place I had come to love to be, I found that we were not the first or the only ones here. Yvonne was on her knees in front of Mark, who was splayed out on one of the plush loveseats and had his angel’s outfit pulled up so she could get to his ten-inch shaft. I watched briefly as Yvonne slid her tongue up and down its main vein, her hand clamped around the base. She didn’t turn away from her task but stared up at him as she worked. From Mark’s heavy breathing and facial expression, the poor guy was having trouble holding back. I looked away only to find two women fingering one another in the recliner, one in the other’s lap. Attractive ladies with no interest in me most likely, but still amazing to watch, if only briefly.

A beautiful plus-sized woman with long chestnut hair and dressed as a schoolgirl was getting her pussy licked while sitting on Miss Laura’s weight bench. The man doing the work on his knees had his back to me, but it looked like he was wearing a business suit.

“Hey you!” Wonder Woman-if-she-was-a-blonde called to me. “Get up here!”

I stepped onto the raised stage and sat onto the bed as she commanded. The brunette cop and the blonde superhero looked me over for a moment.

“Let’s see what the big deal is,” the cop said. She leaned down, aware that I could now see down her cleavage. She lifted the leather armor and tunic up, while Wonder Woman pushed my knees apart.

Both laughed loudly when they saw my predicament. I blushed and couldn’t help but look over to Yvonne and Mark. He was sweating and had his eyes closed as Yvonne’s head bobbed slowly up and down. Her ass was perfect and made me twitch down there.

“Oh, poor thing!” Wonder Woman exclaimed. “Set him free!” she began to chant. “Set him free!”

The cop giggled and watched my eyes. By feel, she confidently took the little key and unlocked the device. I grunted when I felt it slip off. I was free. The green-eyed brunette smiled at my relief.

“Holy fuck, that’s a nice cock,” Wonder Woman announced as her blue eyes went wide.

The cop took her eyes from mine and checked me over. I felt my shaft thicken and grow immediately. The brunette’s lips formed an ‘O’ as my cock came up.

Wonder Woman moved in close. She disappeared up to the top of her blonde hair and I felt her tongue on my balls. I widened my legs even further for her. I watched the brunette unlock one cuff ring only to attach it to the metal bed post above my head. With her other pair, she did the same to my right wrist. Without taking her green eyes from mine, I felt her take my cock in her grip.

“Oooo…” she let slip as she felt my thickness. Her hands were small but strong.

The blonde was silent, but her tongue spoke for her, pressing on my scrotum and spreading her saliva on me.

The cop stared into my eyes and stroked my cock, slow, tight. She watched my reaction and she smiled. “I don’t know, Cindy,” she said to Wonder Woman, “Conan looks like a preemie.”

Conan? Really?

I blushed, irritated. Considering my being locked up since Wednesday, I decided not to try bragging. Protesting may spurn her to prove her point and finish me on the spot.

Wonder Woman dragged her tongue up my length, right over the lady cop’s hand. The sensation made me throb, but I was far from orgasm. I had been trained well by Miss Laura. The blonde stared at me while she flicked her tongue over my slit. Precum rose to the top and she slurped it up.

She swallowed and licked her lips. “Yeah, he’s backed up,” she confirmed for her friend.

The cop undid the leather armor and tossed it away, then pulled my shirt up high. Their eyes washed over my body as I did. One of them made a moaning sound when they discovered my abs. Hey, I know, but I worked hard for that reaction and I’m going to mention it. The brunette climbed onto the table and straddled my chest. I tried to read her tattooed thighs, but they went out of focus as she came close.

“Laura says you eat pussy. You want mine?”

“Oh yes, please.”

The cop tugged the shiny material of the one-piece to the side, showing me an already glistening, shaven pussy with a slightly oversized clit. Her labia held several piercings and I couldn’t help but imagine what she’d be like to fuck. A lot of clinking noises would ensue, I supposed.

“Suck on this,” she ordered and lowered onto my mouth.

I sucked as ordered, pulling that large clitoris between my lips. She began grinding against me and pussy juices began to flow. The brunette rested her legs on my shoulders, pinning me in place. I ate hungrily, loving the taste of her pussy. I had thought that I would taste the metal rings, but I didn’t.

“Aarghh!” I shouted into it. My cock was being devoured by Wonder Woman and she had no reservations about letting me feel her teeth. Her mouth was sucking me hard, though she could do no more than half my length. Her tongue drove me crazy early on, so I tightened my muscles and concentrated on the brunette’s dripping cunt. And baseball. And come to think of it, probably hockey.

“Oh, fuck yes,” the cop said and let out a long moan. More of her juices flowed and I slurped her up. The tip of my tongue made the little rings clink, though I could barely hear it with so much going on, not to mention the tight cop’s thighs squishing my head. I munched away to her delight.

Wonder Woman began using her hand to stroke me near the base while her mouth took as much of me as she could. My thickness gagged her halfway down. I was not surprised.

“Easy, Cindy!” the cop told her. “Don’t make him cum yet.”

I wanted to tell her there was nothing to worry about yet, but I couldn’t for two reasons. My mouth was stuffed with pussy, and Wonder Woman was living up to her costume. She was working me fine and I maybe had a minute left if she didn’t let up.

The mouth left my dick with a loud pop and the hand stopped pumping. “He’s yummy, Carla.”

“Oh, yeeeeeaaaasss,” the cop, Carla agreed and picked up the pace of her grind. She leaned forward and gripped the metal bedposts. I felt her weight press down on me as I fed on her lady cum. Suddenly, she screamed, and I was nearly drowned.

I sucked her clit into my mouth and she continued cumming. Her entire body quivered, and she screamed until her lungs ran out of air. The flow from her seemed unending.

The blonde said something I couldn’t hear. Then I felt her hands on my cock, pulling something down over it. It was a condom. Carla the cop’s leg muscles tightened, and she lifted from me. I looked up at her wet slit, wide open with muscles still convulsing. She was breathing hard and looking into my face wearing an expression of ecstasy.

Then, Wonder Woman got on the bed and lowered herself onto my cock. I lifted my head in time to notice that she had hastily discarded her red, white, and blue briefs, leaving her neatly trimmed snatch free to take me on. She went down, taking me in a few inches before stopping to gasp loudly.

Carla turned to see what her friend was doing. “Mmm…that’s it, Cindy. Take that thick cock.”

After her brief hesitation, Cindy the Wonder Woman widened her knees and relaxed her vaginal muscles to take more of me into her. “Ooooooh, fuuuuuck!” she shouted. Pressing her hands onto my chest, she put her weight on them and began her ride.

“Go, Cindy!” Carla commanded from above me. I could see her fingering herself as she watched her friend fuck me.

Carla the cop was maybe thirty, I guessed, but her friend, Cindy was a young thing, mid-twenties at the most. Her pussy was tight, and her sex drive was advanced. Once she adjusted to my thickness, she rode wildly. Her tits bounced beneath the Wonder Woman top and I noticed that her nipples were well-defined and quite large.

I watched the blonde ride hard and realized that the rubber she had slipped over me was one of those with desensitizing lubricant. Given the sensations I was still able to get through it, she had made a wise decision. Her pussy felt amazing and I tightened my kegel muscles to drive my urge away.

Carla, fingering profusely, rained juices on me as she watched her friend ride. I stared up at her nylon-clad legs and finger action as Cindy bounced.

A shadow fell over my face, I looked to my left and found the beautifully altered eyes of Miss Laura. Her smile told me she was liking what she was seeing. Her hand reached out and her fingers ran through my hair.

“How are you treating the girls, my pet?” she asked me and licked my ear. I turned my head toward her and we kissed.

This was a mistake, for I felt the urge to cum begin to take over. Cindy showed no signs of stopping, though she was crying out with every downstroke and exuding thick cream down my pole.

“I think…they like…me,” I managed between Wonder Woman’s bounces.

“Good boy, Sam,” Laura said huskily. Her cloak was opened further, and her cleavage was enticing. I could now see that a red and black corset was part of the ensemble. The bra was a size too small, giving her breasts that spilling over look.

Carla jumped down from the bed and reached for Cindy’s clit. Cindy slowed to allow the touch and cried out. Her muscles flexed around my cock and I could tell she was close to cumming. Not a second too soon, because I was losing the fight.

Laura could sense this. Something in the look on my face, I guess. She leaned in for a whisper. “By the way, my good boy, you can cum…as often as you can manage… today only.”

I think my eyes about popped out of my head. Laura laughed and stood back to watch. I could see her hands wander over her chest. She squeezed her breast and her yellow-lensed eyes seemed to lose focus as she followed Cindy’s movements.

Wonder Woman’s wonderful ride came to a sudden halt just in time as her cunt exploded on me, soaking my lower half. Carla’s clit torture and my cock had done the job. She let out a long loud howl and fell on top of me with my meat still inside her quivering leaking box. Cindy kissed and bit my neck as she breathed hard. I felt her hot juices run down me.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she cooed.

I thrust up into her, desperate to cum even though her ride seemed done.

“Let him up, Cindy,” Miss Laura directed.

“Yes, ma’am,” the winded Wonder Woman said and sat up. She slowly removed herself from my twitching cock, and as she did, she tightened her muscles to a level I was grateful for her having reserved until the end. She managed to remove the condom using her vaginal grip.

I almost blew right then, and as precum flowed thickly, Cindy, Carla, and Miss Laura giggled at my situation.

Laura moved closer to grasp my dancing cock, in so doing, I was able to look over at Yvonne and Mark. His giant member hung like a drooped plant and he looked spent, watching our activity through heavily-lidded eyes. He had given it up to Yvonne at some point, who wore traces of her easy victory on her red devil’s costume in thick white streaks about her chest. She sat next to Mark with her legs drawn up, looking on at us.

Next to her stood Alma who I found staring at my cock. At her side was Eduardo with a strange, dreamy look in his masked eyes. I realized why. Alma had pulled his dick out of his Batman suit and was stroking it slowly.

Alma noticed me watching them. She smiled and winked as she wanked. At that moment, Laura’s hand descended on my throbbing member and she gave me a slow pump with her thumb pressed on the underside. I would not be long.

“Was Sammy a good boy, ladies?” Miss Laura asked of Cindy and Carla.

“Fuck yeah, he was,” the cop said as she straightened the vinyl material back over her snatch.

Cindy stood there, nodding and breathing. She didn’t seem so anxious to put the bottom half of her costume back on.

Laura’s pump continued, and I knew I would soon explode. I groaned loudly. Laura’s removed her hand just in time and she stepped back, leaving my thick member dancing and dripping on the edge of orgasm. I tightened everything to keep it from going over. White cum dribbled down the side.

“Well, ladies,” Miss Laura said. “Finish the job and clean him up when you’re done.” She stepped back and sat on the arm of the loveseat to watch.

Cindy descended on my dripping cock, covering it with her tongue and slurping my jizz from the slick surface. Her tongue was hot and experienced. Carla strode to the other side of the bed and began helping in like fashion. Two tongues on me, every man’s dream.

After some moments of this fresh application of saliva, Carla grabbed me at the base of my tower, settled her lips on my tip for a moment, and looked at me. Her sweet suction ensued for several long seconds as the tip of her tongue wagged back and forth along the frenulum. That was all I could stand, and the twitching of my scrotum warned her in time for her to remove her lips and begin stroking. Taking the hint, Cindy backed off and watched the benefits of her labor. My cum launched in thick strands, falling to the rubber bedsheet, striking Carla in the lower lip and chin, and dumping the balance onto my stomach and chest. Carla stroked on.

Applause.

I turned to see Mark, Yvonne, and Miss Laura looking on. Laura winked and turned for the stairs.

“When you recover, find me upstairs,” Laura commanded.

I looked for Alma and Eduardo, but they had retreated out of sight.

Carla and Cindy’s tongues resumed licking the still-dripping cock, driving me crazy with post-orgasm sensations that made my body twitch. I watched them lick up my cum until the shaft was glistening with saliva alone. Cindy pulled on her Wonder Woman briefs, kissed me on the cheek and left. Carla uncuffed me and waved as she walked away. I watched them head up the stairs.

Wow.

I sat up, aware that Yvonne was stroking Mark’s cock, which was trying desperately to recover. She was nuzzling his neck, whispering into his ear, and definitely getting the reaction she was going for.

Cries of passion came from the back of the room, near the weight machines. I got up out of the bed and stepped down from its raised platform. I could see Alma’s upper half bouncing up and down and she was looking at me. I stepped around the bed and saw Eduardo’s legs meeting the floor.

Alma and Eduardo were on Laura’s extra-large cushioned chair, fucking like mad. It was Laura’s favorite chair to masturbate in while watching me workout.

I tugged down the tunic and picked the band of leather armor from the floor. There was no way I could replace the chastity device and I sure didn’t want to. I was semi-hard and it would be a while before it shrank enough to put it on, but Miss Laura had said nothing about it anyway. I picked it up and stood there, mesmerized by Alma’s stare.

I felt a little self-conscious being the odd man out. Even the lesbians in the chair in the opposite corner had quieted, whispering who-knows-what to each other. Yvonne was changing positions on the love seat, getting ready to take on Mark for round two and Alma had bared her tits for me to see, spreading the unzipped catsuit wide. Her tits were fantastic naturals, flopping seductively as she rode Eduardo without mercy. She pinched her big brown nipples as she watched me watching them and ran her tongue over her lips in a tease.

I just grinned and headed toward them. I needed to use the washroom and clean up. Alma watched me approach and when I came around the chair, I got a great view of her from the side. The catsuit had been unzipped all the way down, under, and up to her tailbone, near the spot that the tail was attached. The tail smacked Alma’s back as she bounced, which made me smile.

Eduardo was underneath her, holding his legs and back firm to give her a good firm ride. He was grunting and sweating, hands gripping the armrest hard.

Alma’s smile penetrated me, and between that and the flopping side-boob and jiggling ass, I realized I was tenting the tunic. I realized that I wanted to go over and let her do something, anything. Hand or mouth or ass, it didn’t matter. I loved Laurie, that was certain. I knew that months before. But Alma is physically astounding.

I watched just a moment longer. Alma’s attention drew away from me as an orgasm struck her, slowing her ride. Her ass cheeks clenched as she drove down and pulled up. She cried out sharply and at that moment, Eduardo met his limit. He let out a loud, long raspy groan and I watched his shaft’s vein pulsate as her snatch tightened and loosened around it. Alma drenched his dick and soon, his white cum dripped out of her.

My cock was aching again. Stiff as a rock and ready to go. I turned away and went into Miss Laura’s changing room. I felt the need for a quick shower. I had the scent of two women and my own cum on my skin.

(Stay tuned for the second installment of the Halloween party. Coming soon.)