Trick or treat

I have a few friends who are notorious for the crayzay Halloween party they throw every year. I haven’t missed a single one, and last Friday, it was that time of the year again. And this time around it was even better, because not only did I get absolutely hammered and made out with lots of people, I also got myself laid xD

When I say notorious, I really mean notorious. The party is held in an old warehouse. The decorations are amazing, people buy tickets months in advance and there’s so much booze&drugs people stop thinking and go bananas. Every year, people end up stripping naked at the bar, giving head under the table or getting fingered in a dark corner (me, two years ago). But this year, I went a lil further.

My outfit

I put my outfit together months ago, that’s how psyched I was for this party. I dressed up as a fallen angel: a ripped dress, torn wings with bloodstains on them, ruined make-up and only one knee-high booth. Oh, and since every year’s theme is “wardrobe malfunction encouraged”, I wore heart-shaped pasties on my bra-less boobs and a tiny tiny TINY, laced, pretty much see-through thong. Don’t tell Daddy 😉

The party

The party itself was as crazy as ever. Only an hour in, and I was already at the point where I had lost the last bit of shyness left in my brain. People in amazingly sexy and well put together outfits were dancing to the music, there were empty bottles and full ashtrays everywhere. Two hours in, and bare boobs were bouncing all around me.

Since the party was held in this old warehouse, the acoustics were amazing, and my friends had put together a wicked goth rock / deep techno playlist. It was just the perfect setup to do crazy things… and crazy things I did.

The kissing

Like I said in the intro, I made out with a huge amount of people. The reason was one of my friends, who grabbed the mic halfway through the party and put a box of fake skull tattoos on the bar. Any person wearing one could be kissed by any other person wearing one, no questions asked, regardless of their gender. I grabbed one as soon as I could and put it right on my cheek.

And so the party turned into a frenching frenzy. I made out with at least fifteen guys and probably ten or so girls. Sometimes quick and jokingly, sometimes really fkn intense. I love kissing, but it also gets me in a certain mood.

The f*cking

That certain mood, combined with me being drunk and maaaaaaybe having sniffed some white powder, made me lose all my limits. And so when I was chilling on one of the couches in the middle of the room, my legs kicked up and a ciggie in my hand, I couldn’t be more thrilled that a ridiculously hot guy that I had been eyeballing for a while sat down next to me.

I did nothing to keep his eyes from being able to peek under my dress, in fact: I totally spread my legs a bit more. I don’t know why (yes I do: booze+coke+horny), but I actually started to play with myself in front of him. He watched me for a while, then hauled his athletic body off the couch, picked me up, and whispered: let me take care of that for you. Yasss pwease!

He took me up the stairs, which wasn’t allowed, but there was nobody to stop us. We walked over the metal bridge that ran across the wall. He put me down, leaned against the balustrade, and unbuttoned his jeans. If I wasn’t greedy enough already, his gorgeous, fleshy dick definitely got me there. I gave it all when I sucked him, gagging as I felt him grow inside my mouth, being as sloppy as I could.

After a while, he grabbed my hair and pulled me up. Only when he yanked down my thong and put his hand between my legs, I realized how wet I already was – and so did he, ‘cuz he picked me up once again, and placed my butt over the edge of the balustrade. I put my feet through the metal bars to hold myself in place. He never took his eyes off mine when he grabbed himself, carefully placed the tip between my wet lips, and pushed himself inside. He was so beautifully shaped, I felt my body embracing all of his dick. Not for a second I thought about the dangerous potision I was in, even though he was holding me firmly as he fucked me.

After minutes and minutes of delicious love, he took me down, turned me around, and curled up my dress. I leaned over the edge as I felt him sliding inside me again. I could now see the party going on below, and even though it was dark up here, there were a few people downstairs that looked up. They saw the relentless pounding, my eyes disappearing into my eyelids, and my boobs getting freed by two strong hands. I could barely hear my own moaning, loud as it was, over the dark tunes coming from the speakers. Without much warning, I came, the intense orgasm elongated by the rough fucking.

Not much later, even though I had no perception of time whatsoever, I felt him sliding out of me. I was turned around once more, pushed down, and before I realized what was happening, a thick drop of cum was shot directly into my eyes. More and more came, my face was entirely covered, some of it dripped down from my chin onto my dress. I licked every last bit off his twiching cock, and off my fingers, after having wiped most of it off my skin. Only when the twitching had fully stopped and his dick was hanging down in peace, I looked up into his smirking face. All I could whisper was “thank you“.

The aftermath

The party was far from over. I could have cleaned myself up in the bathrooms, but I decided not to do any of that. Instead, I just rejoined the party, and so did my lover-for-the-night. I hung out with him and his friends for a while, he hung out with me and mine.

The kissing was still going on, even more than before, and every time a face came close to mine, I couldn’t stop assuming they would notice the leftovers of my shenanigans. None of them did, though, I think, or at least none mentioned it. The only time someone asked about the stains on my dress, they ended up laughing when I said: I don’t know, kinda looks like cum. I doubt even the people who had been looking up earlier would even recognize me as the girl who got fucked upstairs.