These Halloween parties are getting old. Each year, my friends and I go to these parties at frat houses. Same shit each year. The guys all get drunk and wait around to see if they get lucky with one of us girls who attends these drunken orgies.

I have never been one of those tramps who get fucked by the guys there. I don’t even know why I go. I guess it is because my sorority sisters think we should go. I do enjoy some of the food, and I have a couple of drinks. Sometimes they have live bands, and I like to dance and listen to music. Each year, everyone dresses up, and I do too. I have done the usual things, like a witch or a sexy nurse. This year I am going as a devil.

My best friend Mary is going as an angel, so we thought we could walk in together.

I went out and bought a set of devil horns, a cute short red dress, and red tights. I almost forgot my pitchfork, but Mary remembered.

I got dressed, and so did Mary, and when she saw me, she said, “Fuck, you look so hot, Sable. You know every guy there is going to want a piece of you, don't you?”

I looked at her and said, “Hot? You are smoking hot, Mary.”

Mary was right; as soon as we got there, I was getting hit on, and so was Mary. Most of the guys I knew, and there was no chance that I would be with them.

There were a couple of guys in the back of the house, sitting there minding their own business. I had never seen either of them before, and one guy had the most mysterious eyes. It was like he was looking right through me. He was devilishly handsome too. He was also dressed up like a devil.

The band began playing, and it was my time to have fun. I loved dancing, and most of the guys there knew that. I was dancing fool for almost an hour before I stopped to get something to drink.

I drank some of the punch the guys made, and as usual it tasted like shit. I was talking with Mary when suddenly that guy dressed up as the devil tapped me on the shoulder and said, “I like how you are dressed. Care to dance?” He spoke with a Spanish accent, which I always found sexy.

I nodded, and he took my hand and led me to the dance floor.

He never said a word as we danced. He just stared at me. It was uncomfortable. After a song, I said, “I want some more to drink. Thanks for the dance.”

He followed me to the table where the drinks were, and he said, “I want to get to know you better. I forgot to tell you my name. I am Diablo. Can we go outside and talk, please?”

His voice turned me on so much. How could I say no?

We walked outside and sat down on some lawn furniture with the music playing in the background.

He looked right through me with those eyes of his and said, “I love how you are dressed why did you choose that costume?”

I shrugged and replied, “I don’t know. I guess I thought I looked cute in it. Why did you choose your costume?”

He answered, “Costume? I always dress like this.”

I laughed and said, “What, are you a comedian?”

He took my hand and kissed it, then said, “I never joke about my looks.”

He stared into my eyes.

That was the last thing I remembered from that party.

When I took my next breath of air, I was in some hellish-looking room in a bed, all tied up.

Diablo was standing over me, naked. I had not seen a lot of cocks in my day, but I was gobsmacked by his. It was huge.

He said, “Do you know who I am yet?”

I was shaking and replied, “The Devil?”

He let out a deep laugh that echoed through the room, then he said, “Good girl, you are right.” You are probably wondering why you are here.”

Still shaking, I said, “Yes. Please don’t hurt me.”

He let out that laugh again and said, “Hurt you? Never. I just want to fuck you, and I promise you will never feel anything this good again in your life. There is one condition. I must have your permission to fuck you. If you say no, then I will send you right back to the party.” He laughed again, this time for longer.

I don’t know if I was in some trance, but as much as I wanted to leave, something about his offer intrigued me. I stuttered, “If I let you fuck me, will I get pregnant? I don’t want to get pregnant.”

He came over and stroked my face with the back of his hand. The tingles ran through my entire body. I never felt anything like this.

He looked right through me and said, “No, you won't get pregnant. What you will get is a feeling you didn't think possible. I will take you on a pleasure high. Do I have your permission to fuck you?”

I said, “Okay, if I don’t have a devil baby. I know Diablo means the devil in Spanish.”

Suddenly, the ropes holding me down were gone. I thought his cock was huge before, but now he was stroking it, and it was a monster. Then Diablo said, “Suck this.”

It felt amazing sucking on his cock. I don’t why it did, but every inch of my body was having orgasms.

He watched as I sucked on his cock and said, “You are a good girl. Now lie back and enjoy this.”

I fell backward, and I watched as he took his cock and put it into my pussy. I don't know if any words could say what I felt. It was an instant orgasm; for the first time in my life, I squirted.

I watched as each stroke of his cock in me sent me on a new pleasure high. This was incredible. He was right about the pleasure I was getting; I never wanted it to stop.

He then rolled me over and shoved his monster into my ass. He fucked my ass, and as much as it hurt, it felt great.

I began moaning as he fucked my ass and said, “Don’t stop, Diablo. Fuck me harder.”

He let out that laugh once more, then said, “Roll over, Sable. I want to fill up your pussy with my cum. Do it now.”

I rolled over, and he slid his cock back into my pussy and began pounding on it. He went faster and faster until I felt an ocean of cum shoot into my pussy. The feeling of ecstasy did not leave once he pulled out of me. It just kept going.

The next thing I knew, I was back at the party, with Mary standing over me, looking concerned. She said, "I am so glad to see you regain consciousness." I thought you were dead.”

I was so confused and said, “Dead? What happened?”

Then a paramedic lifted my head and said, “You had a nasty spill on the dance floor and landed on your head. You have a concussion. We're going to take you to the hospital for observation.”

They put me on the gurney, and I thought the whole thing with Diablo was just a dream.

Mary watched and walked out with me to the ambulance and said, “While you were out, you kept saying Diablo. Who the hell is Diablo?”

I replied, “The guy I was dancing with. You know the guy at the table who talked with us.”

Mary said, “No guy was dancing with you. You slipped on the drink you spilled.”

I reached down and felt my panties, and they were soaking wet. I thought that was one hell of a dream. How could I get so wet from a concussion?

I heard that laugh again in the distance. It was unmistakable. It was Diablo, or was it?

Mary watched them load me into the ambulance and asked, “Why are you smiling so much?”

I replied, “You would be smiling like this if you had the devil in you, as I did.”