The porch light flicked off. The lady of the house blew out the candle in the jack o' lantern. She stretched theatrically, making sure her pronounced breasts were visible poking out of the tiny nightie she wore that night. It was old and barely fit. It didn't even try to cover her ass. She smiled, knowing she had shoved it up into the air proudly when she took care of the pumpkin.
She blew a little kiss and walked back inside. This incited a moan from the boy. The strapping lad looked like he was a victim of a fraternity hazing gone wrong. Bound tight in ropes and left dangling from a hook on the roof of the porch. He wanted to call for her but feared another spanking. Surely, she wouldn't leave him out here all night. Hell, he hadn't known what this woman was going to do at any given moment that night.
It had started as a far more normal Halloween for Milo Cortez. In other words, he was miserable. While everyone else was out celebrating the Night of Nights, he was stuck at home handing out candy. His mother insisted on it. She was paranoid someone was going to egg the house or even break in and rob the place. What a croc. The worst part? He still had to wear a damn costume. 'Get in the spirit' she would tell him. 'They won't egg us if you're in costume too'. Clearly, she had never been a child.
So, he sat there on the porch dressed like Tarzan, feeling like as much of a fool as he knew he looked.
"My, why such a long face?"
He sighed, not bothering to even bothering to look up at the woman. He just held up the bowl for her kids to take a piece. They did not. Instead, a soft feminine hand placed itself on top of his and began to stroke it.
"Come on, it can't be all that bad."
Surprised by the sudden touch he looked up at her. He didn't get a look at her face. Instead, he got a good view of her generous cleavage. He stuttered and spat. Try as he might, the words would not come out. All he could do was look at her boobs in the tight little explorer's outfit she wore.
"You look like you're in need of a fun night out. Why don't you come with me?"
"I...I can't. I have to watch the house."
He never tore his eyes away from her tits.
"Jungle Boy, that wasn't really a question."
She removed the whip from the strap on the side of her costume. She took the boil from him and set it aside. She then took his hands and helped him to his feet.
"What are...?"
She wrapped the whip around his arms. It felt real, not a cheap plastic prop. Once his arms secure, she lowered them and wrapped the whip around his waist, binding him more. Milo couldn't think. He could only watch. When she was finished the handle of the whip stuck out like a lever waiting to be pulled. She went into the house. That snapped me out of it but good.
"What are you doing in there?"
"Just closing up shop."
Oh, that didn't sound good at all. He watched on helplessly as one by one the lights flicked off in his house.
"Get out of there!"
She did not. If anything she took her time. When she did come out it was with keys in hand. She locked the door and placed the key under the matt.
"Let's go."
"Go? I can't go!"
"Not up to you."
She grabbed the handle of the whip and using it as the loop of a leash dragged him away. Milo tried to fight her, he really did, but she was just too strong to resist. Also, if he were being honest, he wanted to see where this was going. It turned out it was going right into the heart of the neighborhood trick or treaters.
I blushed as they looked at us as we passed. There were so many whispers and comments that try as they might I could still hear.
So sexy.
Mommy, can I do that? No. Awe.
Perverts!
Isn't that in bad taste? I mean a blond explorer dragging along a bound indigenous person of color?
Nice ass. Which one? Yes.
I just looked down at my feet as we walked.
"Don't do that."
"What?"
"Don't show shame. There is nothing to be ashamed of. Live your kink. Embrace it."
"This is not my kink."
"Your dick says you're lying."
She was right. His erection was plain to see in his loincloth.
"Keep your head up."
