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Halloween CD SlutHalloween. It’s just an excuse to go out drinking with friends like anyother night, only this time in a ridiculous costume. And since my friendsand I definitely like to party, it makes sense that I dress up for theoccasion.This year, I decided to surprise the guys by dressing up as a girl. Atcostume shops they have a thousand different “sexy” costumes. Sexy cat,sexy cop, sexy pirate…I always loved it when I saw girls wearing thesecostumes, so I thought it would be fun to put one on myself. I grabbed oneoff the rack at a pop-up Halloween store near my house. Luckily, I’m smallenough to fit into the one-size-fits-everyone-but-the-fat-girl costumeÑat5’7″, 135, I’ve never been accused of having a buff physique.My name is Jeremy, by the way, and I’m 25. I work in a law firm as aparalegal, but I don’t really love it. The money I make pays for my reallife outside of work. My friends and I go to concerts, take vacationstogether, and party. I’m at that stage of life where I feel invincible andjust want to have a good time. Which might explain why I left the houselooking like a total slut that night.The costume came with patent leather Mary Janes with a little bit of aheel, knee-highs, a short (OK, a VERY short) plaid skirt, and a whiteoxford crop top shirt with a sexy little necktie. I really wanted to sellthis look, so I bought a pair of very girlie pantiesÑthin cotton withlittle red heartsÑand a blond wig. I did a little makeup on my face thanksto some how-to videos on YouTube. I shaved my legs above the knee-highs. Idon’t have a ton of body hair, but if I’m going out as a sexy girl, I wantto look like a sexy girl, not a militant feminist.When I put the whole look together, I was surprised by how good Ilooked. At first glance, I looked like a girl dressed up as a schoolgirlrather than a guy having a laugh.A word here: up until tonight, I would have told you I was a completelystraight guy. Now, I don’t have a girlfriend and spend all of my time withmy guy friends, but in my mind, I was just a regular guy. That night, myperception would change abruptly.I got to the bar where a few of my friends had already gathered. Pete,dressed as Obi Wan Kenobi, gave me a full-on sexy smile before he realizedthat it was me. “Oh shit!” he blurted, “I thought you were a beautiful girlcoming to hit on me!””Has that EVER happened to you before?” quipped Joe, dressed as a sailor.”There’s a first for everything, even Pete getting laid,” respondedBryan. Bryan claimed izmir escort he was dressed as Mitt Romney, though he had prettymuch half-assed it with a blue suit and an overly styled hairdo.The evening continued like this, my core friends and a few other peoplehaving drinks and making fun of each other. It was a fun, unspectacularnight. Like I said, the usual weekend night, plus costumes.Well into the night, I leaned back into the bar to get another drink. To mysurprise, the bartender already had set one in front of me, a shot of goodtequila. “From the gentleman,” the bartender explained, nodding at a guy atthe other end of the bar. He was a bigger guy, maybe 6’1″, kinda buff, alittle tougher looking than the crowd I was with. He was dressed as apilot, and looked the part with a short haircut. I smiled at him, gave hima playful wink, and downed the tequila shot. Then I ordered anotherdrink. What can I say? I was 25, and my liver was in fighting shape.I didn’t think anything of this guy…if you looked at me for more than 30seconds, you could figure out that I was just a guy dressed forHalloween. He must have been having a laugh with me, right? But as thenight went on, and we all got drunker, I found out that he was not justhaving fun.The bartender tapped me on the shoulder. “Another one from your admirer.” Ashot of Patron Silver sat there on the bar. I looked down the bar to seethis guy’s eyes fixed on me. I swear, no man has ever looked at me that waybefore. It was like something out of a nature movie. This guy looked likehe wanted to own me. For the first time, I felt a little uneasy.I picked up the shot, and looked down the bar. I guess that was this guy’scue, because he began walking through the crowd towards me. I slammed theshot to steel my nerves as this guy approached. He stood right in front ofme, closer than you would in a normal social situation, close enough that Icould feel the warmth of his breath on my face.”You wanna dance?” he asked, somewhat expectingly.”Oh…no man…thanks for the drinks, but…I’m really a guy,” I stammered.”Well you look like a bitch to me,” he said. Somehow it didn’t sound likean insult, more like a statement of fact. And really, he was right. Here Iam, dressed like a slut and taking free drinks from this guy. I didn’t knowwhat to say, so I smiled and looked into his eyes nervously.He spoke again: “Why don’t you come back to my place? I’ve got a thickproblem that I think you can help me with.”He took my hand and put it izmir escort bayanlar on his inner thigh, where I felt the outline ofa big, throbbing dick. I felt so vulnerable that I let him hold my handthere, and for a second I was enthralled with his massive member, as wellas the fact that he appeared to be aroused by me.Then I came to my senses. My friends were at the bar, I had probably hadtoo much to drink (about two tequila shots’ worth), and…I was straight! Ipulled my hand away and slurred, “I’m sorry, I gotta get home.” I made ahasty retreat towards the door. My friends made some jokes about me being alightweight, and I stumbled into the cool night air.I lived close enough to the bar that I could walk, maybe 6-7 blocks. Theair was cool and moist, and gave me goosebumps on my shaven and exposedlegs. It was late by now, maybe 3am, and most of the Halloween revelerswere passed out or in bed by now. My heels clicked on the pavement as Iwalked the deserted blocks back to my place.As I made my way, dressed way too scantily for this weather, I began tosense someone was following me. I tried to quicken my pace but I heardfootsteps getting closer. I looked back to see the guy from the bar. Hegrabbed my arm, spun me around, and pinned me up against a brick wall.”You can’t take drinks all night from a guy and not expect to put out,” hesaid as he pressed his body closer in to mine.”You don’t understand,” I whimpered.”I understand perfectly. You’re a cocktease, and you’re going to get whatyou deserve.”Jesus. This was no longer funny. I had to get away from this guy. I duckedfrom between his two arms and took off running. He followed me, but I’mpretty quick. If I could get to a main street I would be safe. I wasgaining ground on him. I looked back, and just as I did, I twisted my anklefrom these stupid heels. I wound up on my hands and knees, my shaven kneesc****d on the pavement.He was on me in a second. “OK, bitch, time for you to get it.” I could hearhim roughly unzipping his pants as he held me down against thesidewalk. With his left hand, he reached under my skirt and pulled mypanties down just enough to expose my asshole, and with his right hand heput his huge, hard cock in place. With no preamble, he shoved his thickdick two inches inside me.Was this really happening? Was I really dressed as a slut, on my hands andknees, getting ****d? His dick was impossibly thick; it felt like he wasdriving a baseball bat up my ass. The pain was such that I couldn’tbreathe. izmir bayan escort I laid there, the wind knocked out of me.”Fuck, that’s tight.” He insistently pushed more of himself inside me. Tominimize the pain I had to adjust my back, sticking my ass up in theair. “Yeah, bitch, take it.” After some consistent pressure, I could feelhis pelvis meet my soft ass. His big balls rested against my shaven thighs.”Please…” I whimpered quietly. I couldn’t cry out. Maybe I didn’t wantto. This guy was filling me completely with his dick, and all I could saywas “please.”He took to fucking me. He dicked me aggressively, like you do when you aredeep into a passionate fuck. He pistoned in and out of me. I began to archmy back to meet his thrusts. I could feel my ass opening up, and myprostrate squeezing off the head of his dick. I thought to myself that thiswas a hot fuck…it’s just that I was the one who was taking it.As he got into his rhythm, my pain and embarrassment was replaced by a newfeeling: an extreme need and pleasure. I found myself involuntarilygrunting like a bitch with each thrust deep into my pussy. Worse still, Iwas getting aroused myself. My dick was hard in my thin cottonpanties. Jesus, he had me so worked up.My grunts and moans built, and his pace and pressure picked up. My ass wasgripping his fat dick like a glove. I felt a surprising but familiarfeeling…I was about to blow my load. Against just the friction of mypanties, my little hard dick was about to blow. I was so embarrassed but Icouldn’t control myself. I tried to hold back, but exploded into the mostpowerful orgasm of my life. I must have woken up the neighbors with myshrieking. I’m sure they just thought it was some drunk slut behaving badlyon Halloween. And come to think of it, they were right.As my orgasm subsided, this fucker was still thrusting hard into me. I cameback to my senses. I took stock of where I was: on my hands and knees,dressed as a slut, with a thick dick buried in my tight, formerly straightass. And worse still, I had gotten off by getting this guy off. I came fromgetting assfucked.These thoughts were replaced by having to brace myself as this guy reachedhis peak and exploded his load inside me. He must have cum for 20 seconds,each time injecting his dick deeper inside of me. I had a load of cum in mypanties and one deep inside my ass. I felt somewhat humiliated butstrangely satisfied. As this guy pulled out of me, I felt naked, empty. Ireached behind and pulled up my panties and scrambled to my feet.As he stood up, breathless and with a look of utter satisfaction on hisface, he said, “meet me at the same place next week.”And the crazy thing was, I thought to myself that I probably would.

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