"Trick or Treat Daddy?" is Part Five of the sexual story of my life. "Hit and Run" which was posted on 10/20 was Part Four. I am purging my soul. Telling of my past sins is part of my repentance.
My dad's birthday is October 31st. Right, Halloween. I never, ever have missed his birthday and always give him a very special present. My mother passed away several years before and now I was the only girl in my dad's life.
In my junior year of college, Halloween unfortunately fell during the middle of the week. I knew I would have to pull some strings to shake loose from my classes without being penalized.
I went to see Dean Robertson. "Dean, I simply have to go home for a few days and I don't want this to adversely affect my grades. I like making the Dean's List. Am I not number one on your list? I'm willing to negotiate."
Oh, well, I really didn't mind playing the role of Elvira's sister Lilith all that much. It got me in the mood for Halloween. According to some, the historical Lilith was the first vampire and invented fellatio.
I met the dean in his office very late the night before I left, wearing a long black cape with nothing underneath but a skimpy black bra and garter belt with the mesh stockings and lace. I was not wearing panties but I was wearing shoes, black spiked high heels.
My long painted red fingernails looked like claws I was sure. The fangs I made myself with Fimo baked polymer clay and tooth dye. With a little dental adhesive to hold them in place, I could even bite apples and other hard objects.
I was also wearing my black leather fur lined bondage cuffs around my wrists. Quite the attention getting fashion accessory. I had a larger pair for ankles in my purse.
"Dean Robertson, would you like to try these cuffs on?" I asked seductively.
Five minutes later he was clad only in his boxer shorts and spread-eagled on the oriental rug on the floor. I fastened the wrist cuffs to the legs of his heavy wooden chairs and the ankle cuffs to the legs of the large wooden and metal computer desk.
I kicked off my high heels and walked on him in my stocking feet very gently, knowing from previous experience he had a real fetish for tootsies. I let him lick and suck mine and then I gave him a foot job, massaging his cock over his shorts with my feet.
My claws raked over the dean's chest and legs until I drew blood. I nibbled his neck with my fangs. "Oh my, what is your wife going to say about these sucker bites?" I cackled.
Pulling on his boxer shorts, I got them down to his knees. "This isn't so frigging easy when somebody is spread-eagled, you know," I responded when he appeared amused at my struggling.
I sucked his cock playfully. Not serious sucking. "And just how would you like it tonight, Dean Robertson?" He told me what he wanted. No, he begged me.
The dean's computer desk was quite accommodating for bondage cuffs. How odd that the dean did not have a computer. The desk had metal tubing for legs and to support the shelves on the top rear corners. You can not imagine how perfect this desk was for proper restraint.
"OK," I instructed as I released the wrist cuffs temporarily, "stand up" and I helped him up. "Bend over and place your hands on the top of the desk." I re-cuffed his wrists to the metal tubes that supported the shelves.
Dean Robertson had a paddle sitting one corner. "For bad little girls?" I asked the dean and laughed. "I know what it's for!" and I smacked him hard on the ass.
I gave him ten good whacks. Before each one, I would ask questions like, "And just how many coeds have you screwed? " and "Just how many young ladies at this institution of higher learning have sucked your cock?" Before the tenth and final smack I asked, "And how many football players have fucked you up the ass?"
The harness I now wore had adjustable straps which allowed me to get it real snug and had a big red latex dong bolted on the front. I mean, you could do some big-time butt bumping with this apparatus and it never got loose or anything.
I had the dean screaming after the first couple thrusts; screaming for more. This was hard work. Geez, I was starting to work up a sweat.
Well, I didn't want the poor old dean to suffer a heart attack or something so I put an end to his pleasant suffering. I moved under the desk and gave him a real special blow job.
I left the dean cuffed to the desk. Oh, I knew he could get loose if he really tried. "I'll pick up my cuffs next week, Deano, when I get back from my trip home."
As soon as I arrived home my brother, Danny, started bugging me. He was a few month's away from getting his Learner's Permit and light years away from getting any pussy, as far as I could tell.
Danny and his best friend Ryan wanted me to drive them trick-or-treating. "Don't you think you guys are a little old for this?" I chastised.
"No, Sis, c'mon, drive us down to those subdivisions by the lake. We'll have some fun and get lots of candy, and those old widow ladies, they always give a handful of money."
"Maybe, Danny, what do I get in return? How about you two dudes go wash and wax my car. Deal?"
