Prelude
As Halloween approached I had a delightful feeling of impending fun. I love Halloween like no other holiday. It has none of the pretense of the other holidays and is full of the magic of, if only for a night, transforming ourselves into someone or something quite different from our ordinary selves. I loved to wear masks and slutty clothes showing off my 38 DD breasts, my thick strong waist and my large, but rock hard, ass. I work out religiously during the year but never really have the desire to wear the slinky clothes that passes for fashion in L.A. Only once a year, I feel like I can dress to impress, especially when I can cover my face with a mask, just enough to hide how much I enjoy being lusted after.
Last year, I thought took the cake. When I had come into a big house party, dressed as Dirty Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, at least four handsome guys at the party had noticeable wood after only moments in my presence. I was single then and should have found true love, or the kind of drunken sex that often passes for true love on Halloween. But instead I ended up going home early with my girlfriend Cheryl. She got a bit too drunk and after her boobs fell out of her costume for the third time, and I found her surrounded by men, who were obviously intent on bad intent, so I decided to save her from impending date rape and sacrifice my Halloween pleasure. I ended up dragging her to her apartment whilst trying to avoid her projectile vomiting.
So this year I was determined to be more arousing than ever. However things had changed in the last week that made my plans kind of uncertain. First, I had meet a man. While I wasn't sure whether Adam was my boyfriend, we had been seeing each other nearly every day. We hadn't talk of exclusivity, but I could guarantee that he wasn't seeing anyone else. And while I had plenty of offers, its seemed that I had just let everyone else go and was hanging onto Adam like he was a God of love. So what was it about Adam that made me so struck.
His looks were definitely not it. When I first saw his picture on the dating web cite, I sometimes prowl, I almost thought about forgetting the whole thing. He was a big guy, broad shoulders, a big chest, a bit of a belly, but solid everywhere. He looks like a biker or a construction worker, but in fact he is a lawyer. We dated a few times and I really didn't think he was that interested in me. The conversation was great, we laughed, we dined in great restaurants, we saw a couple of great shows. But his sexual attention was slow in coming. He told me on the first date that he never kissed on the first date. I thought it kind of strange, figured he wouldn't call back, but by the time I was home there was already an email saying what a good time he had had. The next date was even more special and as we parted he took me in his arms held me close and kissed me with a deep and dangerous kind of passion. As I opened the door to my place, I thought he would come in, but he just smiled that dirty smile of his and sauntered down the stairs to his car.
It was on the third date that hell really broke lose. He asked me if I trusted him enough to go to Vegas. Sure, why not, he had been more than a gentleman so far, he had been an outright tease. So when he came to pick me up at 4:00 a.m. last Saturday (he always drove early to avoid the traffic), I was a bit nervous, but mostly tired. He loaded my suitcase, put me in the seat, which was already down, and told me to sleep for a few hours. When I awoke, we were just passed Barstow, I was a bit crabby and thought I must of looked like a wreck.
Adam smiled, "Good morning beautiful," he sighed, looking at me like I was a Goddess.
"What is wrong with you," I bitched. "It is still 7:00 a.m. and you look like the bird who caught the canary."
"Well, my little Canary," he whispered, "I just was wondering how sweet a Canary might taste."
This shut me up for a second, before he broke the silence with his usual humor. "I am sure it tastes just like chicken."
As I wacked him on the arm, he smiled and told me to lay back and wake up slowly. As I lay there, he reached behind the seat and pulled out of a cooler some yogurt. "Here eat this, you must keep your strength up."
I ate the delicious smooth yogurt, with grapes, he hand feed to me. Without realizing it, my pussy began to leak, just by thinking about what this man was going to do to me I had become completely aroused.
As we drove on, I began to doze again. I looked across and noticed that Adam was definitely thinking about the same thing as me, because a tent was forming in his jeans. While his eyes never left the road, his mind was definitely driving in the gutter. This could be an interesting trip, I thought.
When we finally checked in, all I wanted to do was sleep, or at least take off my clothes and lie in bed with this man. But he had other things on his mind. We walked, and talked, gambled a little, we ate a beautiful lunch and strolled around the Bellagio. He took me on a gondola ride at Venice, holding me close the whole time and whispering nasty things he was going to do to me... later. When we were in Caesar's he almost got us arrested. While everyone was watching the moving statutes, he pulled me into a back stair and started kissing me hard. As he squeezed my tits, he delicately pinched my nipples. He stroked down the front of my dress, and slide his thick fingers across my clit, pulling and pushing, making me breath hard and wish we could snap our fingers and be in bed. And then, when the guard came to see what was going on, he lingered at my dress, flashing a nipple at the smiling guard, before Adam apologized profusely, claiming that my beauty had entranced him and swearing to be a better man. The guard let us off with a warning and told us to get to our room.
I took Adam by the hand, determined to fuck his brains out immediately. But when we got to the strip, he told me firmly that we had one more thing to do before I had my way with him. The show was called Zoomanity and it was an amazing blend of acrobatics, sexual humor and a whole lot of simulated sex. I was amazed and aroused by the whole experience. I couldn't believe my eyes, and when Adam began finger fucking me right in my seat, with a cute tourist from Germany, sitting inches away from me, I got so hot that I knew the whole row could smell my aroused pussy. As I neared a climax, I turned to look Adam in the eyes, but he smiled, and told me he would see it again and again, so why not give our neighbor a treat. I smiled and turned to catch my neighbor staring at the hand under my dress. I made eye contact, and knew instantly that I was going to cum in under a minute. My neighbor moved his hand for me, to show me his exposed cock, hidden by his jacket, that he was slowly stroking. I shivered and Adam stuffed three fingers up my cunt, his pinky in my ass and started to saw all around my clit with his thumb. I went off like a bomb, only prevented from screaming by the kind German man who stuffed his cock sweat covered fingers into my mouth as I gushed and groaned.
From there, it was like some kind of dream. Before I knew it, Adam was dragging me by the hand, with no where to go but to bed. It was a dream of sucking, and stroking, licking and cumming that took all night. Adam started by making me tell him about the German's eyes, while he slowly licked my pussy and ass. I was leaking like a storm drain in El Nino and he drank my juices while I explained the look in the German's eyes, his trembling hand and his swollen cock. Then Adam pushed me hard on the bed and spun me so my head was hanging over the edge. He kissed me upside down and then slowly raised up, pinning my head back over the side of the bed, and basically mounted my mouth. I always have been a bit scared of this position, because, while I have some cock sucking talent, I certainly can gag if the issue is forced. When I struggled a bit, Adam held my wrists and commanded, ."Trust me."
I did and suddenly my body relaxed. He slipped the thick tip of his cock back and forth across my lips, slowly at first and then with increasing speed. Once in a while he would slide a bit deeper, scary, but never to the point of displeasure. When I tried to use my hand, he slapped my tit, held my wrist and whispered something insane like: "I know you're the Goddess, but obey for now."
I looked in his eyes and saw something that was always hiding there, something I had recognized from the first meeting, but something that had never been let totally free in my presence. It was like an animal, coming from the eyes, and I knew that if I moved wrong, I could be in trouble, but if I move right, this was going to be amazing. Suddenly I was turned over, like a rag doll. He pulled me onto my stomach, and slid his naked cock into my swollen dripping cunt. I wanted to say something about condoms, I just met him, this wasn't my usual thing, I was on the pill, but, these days.... But suddenly I was stopped by the feeling of being taken. He pulled my upper body off the bed mostly by my hair, as he started to pound with a frenzy into my body. He demanded that I play with my clit, and without the possibility of protest I started to finger myself. He cupped his big paws over my tits and held them like a push up bra. He grabbed my nipples between his fingers and thumbs and began to tune my tits, while he slide relentlessly into me.
