Halloween at Delta Phi Epsilon party
It was a chilly October night in the middle of suburban Massachusetts, and Tyler was standing in front of the mirror in his girlfriend's bedroom, fidgeting with his costume. A second-hand vampire cape, a glued-on widow's peak, and some half-melted fangs he'd gotten from CVS. The costume looked cheap. He looked ridiculous.
"Christ," he muttered to himself. "More like Count Chump-ula."
From behind, soft hands snaked around his waist. "Oh stop it, babe. You look adorable," cooed Chloe, her voice sugary and playful, yet with that teasing edge she always had.
Tyler turned around and nearly forgot his name.
Chloe was dressed like some wicked hybrid of a naughty nurse and something out of a bondage catalog. Tight white vinyl top, open down to her navel. A skirt the size of a belt. Stockings with red bows and knee-high boots with eight-inch heels. Her lips were blood red, her eyes rimmed in black. She looked like sex and sin had made a pact and given it legs.
"You're going to cause an incident," Tyler said, unable to stop staring.
Chloe gave him a wink and purred, "That's kind of the point, babe. Everyone's dressing slutty tonight. Don't want to be the only virgin sacrifice in the room."
She slid her hand down his chest, and before Tyler could protest, she was cupping him through his boxers, rubbing slowly.
"Be good tonight," she whispered into his ear, "and I'll give you a reason to wear that cape in bed later."
Tyler groaned. "You fight dirty."
"You like it."
~ The Party Begins ~
By the time they got downstairs, the party was in full swing. The Delta Phi Epsilon house pulsed with lights and bass. Music was thumping, alcohol was flowing, and clothes or what passed for them were minimal at best.
Chloe had barely made it five steps into the room before she let out a delighted squeal and darted across the floor.
"Oh my god Stefan!" she shouted.
Tyler turned to see who she meant. Standing by the drink table was a tall, lean guy with a nice beard, long fingers wrapped around a red Solo cup, and that quietly smoldering vibe girls always seemed to sense like pheromones. Dressed in a devil costume red horns, tight black pants, and a half-unbuttoned shirt that barely contained his sculpted chest Stefan looked like the kind of guy who made priests sweat.
He was an exchange student from Serbia, here for one semester to "observe American culture." If by culture, he meant blonde college girls throwing themselves at him, he'd done just fine.
Chloe hugged him tightly, pressing her chest against his bare skin. He smiled slow, unreadable, magnetic.
"Chloe," he said with a thick accent, "You look... dangerously good."
She giggled and tossed her hair. "Tyler and I are doing a vampire theme."
Stefan's eyes flicked over to Tyler. His smirk twitched wider. "Ah, yes. Dracula's... cousin?"
Tyler gave a tight smile, already hating him.
The party raged on. Chloe was drinking and dancing and bouncing between cliques like the social butterfly she was. Tyler, meanwhile, tried his best to blend in with the frat guys near the beer pong table.
"Yo, isn't that your girl grinding on foreign dude over there?" one of the guys asked.
Tyler turned.
Chloe was swaying to the music, back pressed against Stefan's chest, arms overhead. He had one hand resting low on her hip. She was laughing, careless and drunk.
"She's just dancing," Tyler said, not believing a word of it.
Another guy elbowed him. "Bro, Stefan doesn't dance. That man hunts. He's been through half the girls in this sorority. Chloe better watch herself."
Tyler's stomach churned.
Suddenly, Mia appeared beside him. Chloe's roommate, barely five feet tall but dressed like Satan's plaything in devil horns, latex shorts, and red fishnets.
"Tyler! Can you help me with the beer crates? The basement fridge is empty."
He tried to refuse, but she was already tugging at his wrist. "Come on, vamp"
Reluctantly, he followed her down the narrow stairwell. As they grabbed cases of hard seltzer and craft beer, Tyler asked, "Hey... what's the deal with Stefan? Is he like... close with Chloe?"
Mia smirked. "Mmm, I think Stefan's close with everyone. But Chloe? She's had her eyes on him since his first day on campus. Said he looks like he'd ruin her and not feel bad about it."
Tyler blinked. "That's... not comforting."
Mia handed him a case and gave him a pat on the chest. "You'll be fine, Tyler. Just don't go into the kitchen right now."
"Why not?"
She only grinned and walked away.
~ In the Kitchen ~
Chloe locked the door behind them.
The kitchen lights were low, the rest of the party muffled behind the thick door. She turned around to find Stefan leaning casually against the counter, devil horns askew, his dark eyes locked on her.
"So," she said, swaying slightly from the alcohol. "Is it true what they say?"
He tilted his head. "About what?"
"That you're hung like a stallion and fuck like you're still at war."
He gave a soft chuckle, then slowly undid the button on his pants. "Why don't you come and find out?"
She dropped to her knees the moment his cock sprang free.
Massive. Thick. Uncut. White and veiny. It looked more like something you'd see on a monster than a man. Chloe gasped, genuinely startled, then reached out with both hands just to manage the thing. It twitched in her grip.
"My god..."
"No," Stefan said coolly. "Just Serbian."
Her lips wrapped around the head, struggling to contain it. Her jaw ached almost immediately, but she didn't stop. Saliva dripped from her chin as she gagged softly, her throat clenching and fluttering around the crown of his cock.
Stefan placed a hand gently on the back of her head. "Easy. You're not in America anymore."
She moaned in response.
Upstairs, Tyler pushed open the kitchen door with his foot, holding a heavy crate.
Inside, he saw Stefan standing near the counter, pants slightly lowered, cape fluttering. No Chloe in sight.
"Hey," Tyler said suspiciously. "You seen Chloe?"
Stefan turned his head, perfectly composed. "She went to find cups."
Tyler blinked. "In here?"
Stefan calmly reached for the cabinet above him, but Chloe's presence beneath his cape made it difficult. She was gagging softly, tears streaking her mascara, her face buried in his crotch. Stefan took a half-step forward, his cock slipping deeper into her throat, forcing her into the cabinet.
He stretched upward and grabbed a plastic cup, then turned and handed it to Tyler. "Here. For your beer."
Tyler hesitated, took the cup, then walked out.
Stefan looked down.
Chloe was trembling, fingernails digging into his thighs. He groaned as her moans vibrated along the base of his shaft.
"Good little nurse," he whispered.
Moments later, his cock pulsed. Thick ropes of cum shot down her throat in heavy, savage bursts. She choked, but he held her still. Again. Again. Her belly grew heavy, full. She gagged but he kept unloading, filling her until her mouth was overflowing dripping down her chin.
When it was finally done, she collapsed to the floor, panting, face glazed with spit and cum. Her legs shook. She was cumming too uncontrollably, soaked between the thighs.
Stefan tucked himself away, adjusted his horns, and picked her up with ease.
