Halloween 2010

"I think Captain Jack Sparrow has a crush on you..."

The baritone of your voice vibrates through your chest and into my ear, causing me to close my eyes and inhale contentedly. Never breaking the rhythm of our slow sway to the local band's passable rendition of Patsy Cline's "Crazy," I reluctantly lift my head from where it has been resting happily against your chest. You incline your head slightly and my gaze follows past Beetlejuice, a pair of adorable sailor girls, and an assortment of witches, vampires, and zombies to where a drunken and dishevled approximation of the famous big-screen buccaneer leans precariously over the second-story railing that surrounds the dance floor, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. Shameless, the way he is gawking, but then the same descriptor could aptly describe the pirates-eye view afforded by the neckline of my Naughty Policewoman costume.

Your low chuckle brings my attention back to you, and in contrast to the falseness of my eyelashes and long black wig, the blush that creeps from my cheeks to my decolettage is very real. Your big hands slide from my narrow waist down to the fabric that stretches tightly over my generous backside. "Let him stare, Baby..." you murmur in my ear as you pull me tighter into you, "It's probably the biggest thrill he's going to get tonight..."

My hands move up to rest behind your neck and we turn in a slow circle, swaying easily through the last strains of the song. I tell you I'm ready to get out of this place and back to the hotel suite you have booked for us. You raise no argument as you take my hand, escorting me out into the chilly October air. Low wolf-whistles arising from the smokers gathered outside the bar follow us to the car. I'm driving: you've had one too many beers tonight.

Perhaps its the beer, possibly the residual energy from the crowd of pumped-up Halloween revelers... hell, maybe just the sheer chemistry we have but we are barely a mile down the road and my right breast is out of confinement and in your big hand. I peel my eyes from the road for a moment to admire the contrast of my moonlit pale skin against the shadow of your chocolate brown fingers. It's damn difficult to drive while my nipple is being teased, pinched, suckled, nibbled. Damn difficult. But we make it, and when I put the car in park and begin to tuck my tits back into my clothes, you start giving me my orders.

"When we get inside, you are going to drop to your knees. I am going to stand in front of you and you are going to pull my big black cock out of my pants and start sucking it. You will keep sucking it as I fuck your face. You will gag and drool but you will not stop until I tell you."

"When I do tell you that you may stop, you will stand up and walk over to the table. You will bend over. I am going to come up behind you and rip off your clothes, then fuck the shit out of you while you are wearing your black 'fuck-me' boots and red 'fuck-me' corset. Do you know why? Because you've behaved like such a little slut and little sluts need their pussies to be punished."

"I'm going to pound you with big black cock until you scream my name and squirt cum all over it, until it runs down your legs into your boots. Then do you know what I am going to do? Do you, slut?"

"Yes, Sir..." I whisper, eyes closed and shuddering at the visuals in my mind.

"Tell me. Tell me what I'm going to do next. Say it!"

"Mmmm...... you're going to fuck me in the ass, Sir..." an involuntary groan muffles my words.

"What?! I can't hear you. Speak up!"

Louder, on a shuddering exhale, "You're going to fuck me in my ASS, Sir!"

"That's right. My dirty little slut is going to get a big black cock stuffed up her asshole while she holds the Hitachi Magic Wand on her clit. She will be fucked hard in the ass like the whore she is; fucked till she screams and squirts again; then her asshole is going to be filled with hot sticky cum. That's what she gets for dressing up like she wants to get fucked."

"Now get out of the car and go inside."

"Yes, Sir."

I am breathless and my head is spinning as we cross the parking lot and as I mount the stairs in front of you, your hand plays under my dress and between my inner thighs, which are already slick with anticipation.

I am fairly trembling as the key card slides into the lock and the door clicks.