She didn't know if what they said about the house on Market Street was really true or not. Walking down the sidewalk in the crisp October air, Bunny Conners shivered at the cold breeze on her exposed legs. It was almost 11:30, kids were starting to clear out, way past their bedtime. She was nervous, maybe a little scared, yes, but excited nonetheless. She tugged shiley at the hem of her costume. It was a playboy Bunny costume. She knew it wasn't new or creative, and was an obviously stupid pun of her own name. But she knew there would be a dress code, and as cliche as it was, the floppy bunny ears and cotton ball tail pinned to her lingerie would do just fine.
As she approached the front walkway of the Market Street house, she saw another girl just disappearing in through the door. She briefly thought about yelling after her, maybe to ask if she knew what she was getting, but the visage of the man on the front porch made her close her mouth immediately. He was a lean man, maybe 6'. His tight black button down showed that though he was slim, he was toned and strong. His dark hair was slicked back against his head, and his all black attire ended in the rolled sleeves of a black button down. His face was concealed behind a red ghostface mask with devil horns, Dead By Daylight style. Once the other girl disappeared through the door, he calmly stepped in front of it and crossed his arms in front of him. He stood, stoic and unmoving. A sharp contrast to the intimidating man in front of her, Bunny smiled to herself seeing two huge plastic witch's cauldrons of Halloween candy. She tried to remember what her friend Sophie had told her about the menu.
"It changes every year, they do that so you can't just plan out and pick what you're going to get. But I know some friends who already went and could remember some of it."
Bunny knew she wanted to aim for a mounds bar. She knew she only got one handful, and that you weren't allowed to pick out individually. The word "knew" seemed wrong. She still wasn't even sure if this rumor was real. She slowly climbed the front steps of the big old house. Clearly built in the Victorian era, the grand house on Market Street sat on a corner, the prized jewel of the neighborhood. Its deep burgundy walls framed by ornate black trim stood out against the modest colored homes beside it. It looked transported out of Bram Stoker's imagination, not Portland, Oregon. The Man in the Ghostface mask stared at her as she hobbled up the stairs in heels higher than she was used to. She stopped in front of him.
"Trick or treat?" He asked her.
His voice was calm and measured, but there was something mischievous behind it. She knew this was part of the process, and a wave of goosebumps rose over her flesh as it dawned on her that this was actually happening.
"Aren't I supposed to ask you?" She said semi-robotically, completing the secret passcode and unsure of her every word.
He nodded knowingly to this response and held out a bucket of candy in his leather gloved hand. She sees a mounds bar on top, and immediately grabs for it, collecting a handful of the surrounding candies. Sophie told her it was best not to hesitate so they suspected you of planning your grab. She pulled back her hand to reveal her haul. She has a fun size mounds bar, a yellow starburst, an airhead, an atomic fireball, and a hershey kiss. As she analyzed the candy in her palm, the man peeked over to get a look.
"Atomic fireball. Damn. There's only 4 of those in both the buckets."
"Does that mean it's really good?"
He raised an eyebrow "depends what you're into."
She swallowed hard as he opened the door behind him and gestured her in. Timidly, she walked into the dark house.
Bunny entered into a small front room where a woman in latex dress sat at a desk with a laptop. A large chalkboard menu had written out all the candies and their meaning. she stepped up to the woman.
"Hi-"
"Sign here" She shoved a paper and pen into Bunny's hands. It was a consent form.
"Give me your candy honey"
Bunny handed over her candy and the woman input something into her laptop. Bunny signed the paper and handed it back. Before she could read the menu she was shooed out through the next door.
The next room was dark, Bunny squinted while she adjusted to the low lights. She could just make out a bed in the center of the dark room before something obscured her vision again. She yelped, but strong arms held her still while a blindfold was pulled over her eyes.
"Sh sh sh." A man's voice whispered in her ear.
"Yellow starburst: you will be blindfolded for the duration of this step."
Bunny nodded as her breath quickened.
"Mounds candy bar-"
She felt the large hand of her chaperone grip her upper arm and lead her into the room. She stumbled at first, but quickly realized it was easier to just trust the stranger leading her through the darkness.
"Oral. Please, lay here."
Her knees brushed against the soft blankets of a bed in front her. She felt around and slowly climbed onto the bed. She could feel her cheeks flush as she laid all the way back. She shivered as she felt hands brush against her inner thighs.
"Are you particularly attached to this?" He brushed his fingers against her bodysuit.
"No.." she whispered
"Speak UP." He pressed against the thin fabric covering her pussy lips. She shivered.
"N-no, it's not important"
"Spread your legs"
She heard fabric rustling, as if the man was pulling something from his pocket. Shakily, Bunny spread her legs. Something cold and sharp slipped between the thin silk of her bodysuit and the bare flesh between her legs. The Man pulled gently and cut through the fabric, exposing Bunny's cunt to the open air. She shivered again. Knowing there had just been a knife against her most private parts was terrifying... But strangely arousing. She could feel herself blushing.
Two strong hands grabbed her thighs on either side and pushed her legs wider. She shuddered as she felt a hot breath against her exposed pussy.
"Hmm, wet already. The knife often does it for girls like you."
"What do you mean like me-"
She cut herself off with a sharp gasp as she suddenly felt the man's tongue caress her. He slid his warm tongue up her wet slit, stoppinging just before her sensitive clit.
"Fuck." She spat under her breath.
He did this a few more times, each time getting closer and closer to, but still avoiding the place she needed touched most. Bunny squirmed and whimpered on the bed, internally screaming for a release. Finally, he dug his nails into her flesh and started swirling his tongue around her clit. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as she involuntarily bucked her hips against his mouth. His tongue moved with expert speed, flicking and sucking Bunny's swollen clit. She felt her orgasm building inside her. Her hands clenched hard the blankets underneath as she was eaten out with impeccably practiced skill.
