It was Friday night, the night before Halloween. Mischief Night. An apt name for what We had in mind. Needless to say, I couldn't find a cow costume I was fond of, so I decided the thing to do was to improvise. There are simply glorious things you can get on the internet, I took full advantage of that, and ordered a package. I'll come back to that later, but suffice to say, the same night I made her surrender to whatever I wanted her to wear.. I'd placed my order.
It took a few day's to arrive, this of course was an exquisite torture. For both of us really.. she was dying to know when we'd go costume shopping, and I was struggling every time to keep from telling her, we wouldn't. But back to the hear and now.. It was the day.. well, the night before Halloween really, and we had a party to attend. Some neighbors down the block. I think I might have met them once or twice. If I asked Fucktoy first, I might even be able to tell you their names, Suffice to say, I barely knew them. She on the other hand, was a much more sociable creature than I, and spent fifteen minutes that morning helping train me in who our neighbors were, who had kids, what their names were(kids and adults both), as well as facts I knew I'd never remember and thought irrelevant(Who was in what grade, what age, things of that nature). None the less I strove to learn them, and retain them as such no heroic feat, and likely to make her happy.
Regardless, It was closing on six, we'd just finished dinner, complete with pumpkin pie(I think she sprinkled some cinnamon in it too), Hot chocolate. And nourishment for every appetite except the one that was on my mind. It was her fault really, I only mentioned the chocolate was a bit too hot, and next thing I knew she was adding milk. Had she not snatched the mug up to do such, I strongly suspect I would have been adding drool. She knew exactly what she was doing to me, the little slut. After topping it off with milk, she lifted it a touch higher, just enough to dip her nipple into it, which made her bite her lower lip a moment before purring out "Mmm, just right."
Such an unbridled slut. God I loved it. That much is plain already, but I really must say that I find her show-woman-ship of her sexuality to be among the traits I find most unique to her. This may have come about because of my training, and shaping her, but rather like a snowball down hill, there comes a point where you reach that critical point of no return, and the truth is, she found that point on her own. Her independence, while still remaining firmly and fully mine, was another of those things about her that simply could not be replaced. I can't even explain how she pulled it off, but I can state firmly that I damned well liked it, and beamed every time it came to mind.
Back to the matter at hand, Costumes. I decided to play with her.. We went out costume shopping. True to form, I found myself saddled with a chicken suit. It was in a word: Horrid. That I suspect was her goal, but I had to give her something for playing my game, and after all, I had already made other arrangements anyway. As we visited place after place in the search for a detestable chicken suit of epic proportions, I could see her getting more and more nervous as I failed to even suggest anything for her.
Well, that's not entirely true, I pointed out a great many things as we went through, and I confess, kept a list in my head. However, what set her off balance was the fact that everything I picked up... well I'd stand behind her, hold a piece up in front of her, and we'd both eye her in the mirror. Every time this happened, I whispered that I'd be back, November first, to to pick this out so I could tuck it away for quiet winter nights. After all, there is something to be said for hibernating through the winter, or at least remaining in the cave, keeping occupied with heat producing endeavors. But I digress again...
The chicken suit, was as I have said, simply atrocious. But this did not keep me from making the best of the situation. Getting into the car for(what only I knew) was the last time, I leaned over towards Fucktoy, and told her how much fun I had imagining ripping costumes off her as we were shopping. I had to have her, I told her as much while my hand found its way up to her neck. I won't describe what occurred in over much detail, I will simply say that while I was large, with her mouth where it was(and me driving) I was far from in charge.
Her mouth was wet and wonderful in the way only a dedicated, enthused partner can be. Her form could best be described in one word: sloppy. She knew I was going to change later, and since I'd already gotten a chicken suit(ugh) she was playing one of her devious cards, trying to ensure I wouldn't go into the next shop to help her(Or rather tell her) what costume she wanted. Well, if your going to fail its best to fail spectacularly. Thankfully it was only her plan that failed, that left the spectacular part, and I'd use that word to describe the way she bobbed her head up and down, making a mess all over my pants, except the word spectacular fails to do it justice.
She was skilled, use to my length and girth, eager to deep throat, and just beginning to master the art of gagging on cue. Not that I was cuing her, but she knew the blatantly ego flattery, to say nothing of the feeling of her gagging on me, was liable to gain her the desired result in short order. While sloppy might have described how we got to that point, once I began to surge into her throat, it seemed as if a switch was flipped. At the slightest taste of my fluid, she went from drooling in anticipation, to trying to inhale my shaft.
