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What A Wicked Witch

"Travis succumbs to the spell of his former teacher"

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It was the beginning of October in my Junior year of college, and I already needed something to get my mind off of the madness of my studies. Since the semester started, I hadn't even thought of the word fun, as it seemed so far out of reach. Halloween was just around the corner though, so I planned for it to be the night I'd stretch out, and walk amongst the living.

I knew of this club a town over from where I grew up. They have a function hall on the other side of the building, which I had been too all of once for someone's wedding reception, but had noticed the night club side of it, though I wasn't quite sure what it was at the time. I heard of their Halloween costume contest, so I read some reviews for the place online. There were a large number of people who labeled this place a “meat market” but also mentioned their theme nights, with Halloween being at the top of those lists. With having to spend so much time with my face in books, I couldn't even begin to research anywhere else, so I just decided to go there and start picking out my costume.

Opening up Google, I typed “sexy male costumes,” and scoured every site for something good. There were way too many different costumes that popped up, and I didn't have the capacity to sift through them all. I refined my search, and typed in “Superhero,” and started looking at what they had to offer. Everything was sold out, except this red, skin-tight “The Flash” costume. I could have continued to look, but all this researching and reviews were sucking the fun right out of the idea of it all and it was cheap enough, so I looked at their size chart to see which would fit me best, and ordered it.

About a week before Halloween, my costume arrived. I didn't even bother to open it. I was too focused on getting all my assignments done, so I could have a stress free night. The week finally ended, and it was Saturday. From what the reviews said, this was the night to go. Opening my bag, I pulled out the package with my costume in it.

Man, was this thing was bright red and tight. I took off my clothes and slid into it. I filled thing this out in every sense of the imagination, but I wasn't too phased by that. I was in great shape and had nothing to worry about otherwise, I just hoped that it wouldn't be seen as too obscene and denied entrance. Never-the-less, I got myself ready and embarked on my night. Nothing was going to stop me from having fun.

I got there around 10pm, with a twenty dollar bill for the door fee, my license and credit card. There were no pockets, so I couldn't bring my wallet. I ended up tucking the card and license inside the head piece, since that was the only place I could put them. The bounce checked my I.D. and gave a once over, and with a shake of his head, told me “you're good.”

I could swear that I felt eyes on me, being practically naked and all, but I hoped that at least one set of those eyes checking me out, would be intrigued. This place was a “meat market” after-all, and what better way to get attention than a skin-tight, bright red suit.

The club was as dark as I thought it would be, but the outside walls were lit just enough. The dance floor was already filling up quick, but I wanted to wait until I had a few drinks in me before I stepped foot out there. It felt like my first appearance in the major leagues. I had been familiar and comfortable with the lower league, but this was the big time. Yeah, I went to a few bars and such once I was twenty-one, but nothing like this. The room was filled with people mostly older than myself, more experienced than myself, but hoped that after a few drinks, I could blend right in.

The first hour was mostly uneventful. I spent it sitting at the bar, tossing smiles at a few women here and there, but mostly kicking back a few shots, and sipping a mixed drinks. Slowly, all that liquor started to kick in, and I began feeling looser. Standing up from my stool proved to me that I was ready, as it wasn't as easy as it should have been. I knew to cut myself off from another drink for a while and walked out to the dance floor to dance off some of my buzz.

I spotted this woman immediately. She had dark long hair, pretty face, and beautiful curves; it was a teacher I had in high school. I had such the crush on her back then, and though she was a few years older -as was I- she was still just as sexy. She wore this skin-tight black dress with little points on the bottom and a witches hat. Her legs were dressed in black stockings, that gracefully entered black heels. She was dancing by herself, and my liquid courage put the thought in my head to go say hello. I walked right in front of her and began to dance to her rhythm.

“Ms. Cane! How are you?”

“Splendid! And how are you?” she asked curiously, looking for a name.

“Do you remember me? It's Travis Vasquez!” I shouted over the music.

“What?! I certainly do! You got moves, Travis!”

“Yeah? And look at you! Shake that thing!” I encouraged her, which made us both laugh.

“We'll grab a seat after this song! But for now, let's dance!” she yelled as we got closer, and danced.

After the song ended, she grabbed my hand and lead me off the dance floor to the bar. I got one more mixed drink, and paid for hers, then we found a booth off in the corner. She asked me about my life since school, and I told her about college and the sports I was involved in. We talked about some of our memories from when I was in her class, and I told her how much I missed her as a teacher.

“So, you actually enjoyed my class, huh?”

“Oh, yeah! At first, I thought you were strict, and that you were going to be like your costume,” I joked and laughed “but quickly found out that your personality matched more of your beauty!” I said as I winked, and took another sip.

Oh! You're going to have this old lady blushing,” she said as she blushed.

“As soon as I stepped on the floor, I saw you.

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You're just as beautiful now! Couldn't help but to notice you, and had to come say 'hello',” I continued my liquor-fueled flirting with my former teacher.

“I'm glad you did. And you've matured into a striking young man! I knew you'd be a hunk, since you were so cute then, and had all these little admirers,” she flirted back “Quite the physique as well!” she said as she looked me over, and rested a hand on my shoulder.

“Thank you! I haven't seen another woman in this place who could wear that dress as alluringly as you!”

With our eyes locked, we both finished our drinks. This time, I extended my hand to hers. She placed her fingers on the palm of my hand, and I lead her to the dance floor. “Monster Mash,” had just finished, and some slow jam was up next. I made a bold move, and got behind her, wrapping my arms around her mid section. I didn't press myself against her, but brought my chest to her shoulders, and started to sway with her.

“This feels a lot like our hug on the last day of classes,” she began “a little too impersonal,” she continued, as she pushed herself back into my body.

“That feels much better,” she said, as she gave an extra push with her hips, until I could feel myself become firmly between her ass cheeks “do you agree?”

“It did, but this is much, much better,” I agreed, while I slid a hand down to her thigh, and brought my other arm just below her breasts.

Her hip movements were well calculated, and excitement began to mount between my legs. She would flex her ass every so often, and I'd match her with a caress of her thigh, and a gentle tug closer to me. The next song was another slow jam, and we managed to keep the same pace. By now, my excitement was full grown. I told her that I needed a moment, but to keep dancing, and I quickly adjusted myself so he could grow upwards, then I pulled her back in.

She eased back at first, almost like testing the waters, but once she knew what I had done, she pressed herself right back into position. She let out a little moan, and I started to kiss her neck. Her hand slid up the side of my face, and her hand reached back and squeezed my ass. I slid a hand up her stomach and cupped the underside of her breast. She flexed her ass on my hardness, and I gave her breast a gentle squeeze.

She pulled herself forward and grabbed my arms. She looked down at my lust while biting her lip, then got close to me again. She wrapped a leg around my back and brought her desire to mine. Her warmth immediately engulfed me, as we started to kiss passionately. I cradled her ass with my arms, as she gyrated slowly on my lust.

The song ended, and the next one was faster. We looked into each others' eyes, and I nodded at her, then she nodded at me. We walked over to the booth we were at before and took a seat. She looked into my lap, as I was still full of excitement, and she said, “We'll give you some time to calm down, but then we're leaving here.”

A few minutes passed, and she looked into my lap again “Should we wait?” she asked. There was not one ounce of concern in my body “no,” I responded, as I took her hand. We walked right out of the club, and into the parking lot. I told her that I was a little too buzzed to drive, so we walked to her car.

Once we got in, she started it up. Before we went anywhere, she turned to me and we kissed passionately for a few minutes. When she broke the kiss, she stared back into my lap again as she put on her seat belt and asked “You aren't wearing a thing under that, are you?” to which I replied “not a damn thing,” which made her smile.

“I could tell when we were sitting at the booth and I thought 'So, so sexy!'” she said as we pulled away.

We pulled up to a red light, and her hand found my thigh. She looked over into my lap again, as my erection hadn't subsided at all. I watched her lick her lips, as her hand made it's fateful crawl onto my lust. “My god!” she yelled, as her fingers did their best to wrap around my shaft. She gave me a few tugs before her her fingers made their way to my balls, measuring their weight.

“In my years of experience, balls like yours produce a lot of delicious juice. I can't wait to taste all of it!” she said as she scooped a healthy bead of pre-cum from my suit, and took it into her mouth.

My hand was now between her thighs, massaging her heaven, eager to get my own tongue on her sex. The longer I massaged her, the more rigorously she stroked me. At every stop light, she looked me in the eyes, then stare at what she was pawing, moaning more and more frequently. The light went green, and we continued to the next light, which turned red as we approached. Again, her eyes stared at my lust as she stroked, and I lost it. My whole body tensed, my head kicked backwards, as the first shot of orgasmic essence escaped me. The air in her car was becoming thick with the smell of semen. I looked over at her and watched her eyes widen, then become little slivers as her mouth hung open. She continued to stroke me as I kept cumming, and as the light turned green, she began to scream in utter ecstasy. I kept up my pace until she pulled my hand away from her.

Her fingers were coated in my orgasm, and she licked it off of them like cake batter, moaning with lust with every taste she got. I slid my fingers under her panties and slid them inside her. She closed her thighs tightly around my hand, as I began to work her inside. I leaned over and kissed her neck, while her hand found my lap once more. A few minutes later, we pulled into her driveway.

“You better pull that suit off as soon as we get through this door!” she said, as she struggled with her keys.

Once she found the right one, she pushed the door open and took a seat on the closest seat.

“Off!” she said assertively as her finger pointed to the ground.

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