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Slutty Costumes

by Mesmer's Bauble

mc; Mg; Mg+; MF; oral; mast; anal

If I am being totally honest I haven’t cared much about Halloween since I was a kid. That’s not to say I actively boycott the holiday; it’s just that it seems like a bit of a burden every year. I live by myself and while I do have a close group of friends none of us ‘party,’ so every year I sit by my door with a bowl full of candy and have my night interrupted over and over again.

Still, I did love getting all that candy when I was young and I’ve never quite been able to convince myself to disappoint the neighborhood kids. So, as dusk approached that Halloween night I grabbed the two bags of bulk, fun-sized candy that I had bought the week before and moved my overstuffed armchair and a snack table near the door so I could be relatively comfortable. I opened up Netflix on my laptop and continued the binge watch of Daredevil I had begun the night before. As the sun started to hang low in the horizon I started seeing groups of children beginning to roam the streets.

The first group to ring the doorbell was made up from the kids from the block, I could never remember all of their names but it looked like they were out with Melody Sanders, who lived right next door with her daughter Amy.

“TRICK OR TREAT”

Smiling to the kids I handed out several pieces of candy to a Black Cat, a Frankenstein, an Iron Man, a Zombie, and a Pirate Girl. I exchanged a few words with Melody as the kids looked in their buckets and pillowcases to see what they had gotten. To my surprise she was wearing a witches hat, a slightly form fitting black dress, and carrying a broom.

“I thought you said you weren’t going to be dressing up this year.”

“Oh I know, but when I went with Amy to get her pirate costume I decided, what the heck? Anyway it was kind of calling to me.”

She gave a little spin and I admired the view. We were both divorced and I had often wondered if there was a possibility of something more between us. She was a very good looking woman, in her early forties but she had the energy and the body of women in her thirties. The black dress hugged her curves nicely and showed off her shapely legs. I knew she had been working out since the divorce to improve her appearances and self-esteem and it was definitely paying off. Sadly, I had never seen any signs she had been interested in me as anything other than a friend and I’ve never made a move because of how awkward it would make things if she rejected me. Still, it didn’t hurt to look.

“Well don’t let me keep you, I can see the kids are already getting restless. Have fun tonight!”

“You too!”

I sighed to myself after closing the door. Seeing Melody had reminded me how long it had been since my last, failed, attempt at dating. I pushed that thought firmly out of my mind and resumed my position and my episode.

As the late afternoon pushed towards evening I had many other visitors to my house. Almost all of them were composed of one or two adults accompanying a group of younger kids, trying to take care of the trick-or-treating before it got too dark. I saw a lot of young superheroes and Disney fare along with the usual mix of classic costumes. As I saw more and more groups I started to notice something out of the ordinary. The first was with the adults. Virtually every adult I saw out with their kids was wearing a costume. It took me a while to pick up on it: there are always a few parents who love the holiday as much as their kids, but after an hour I realized I hadn’t seen a single adult in just jeans and a jacket. The other thing I noticed around that same time was that overall the costumes on both the kids and adults seemed to be much higher quality than the ones you’d pick up for cheap at Party City. Still, while both were slightly odd I didn’t think much of it at the time.

As the night wore on I started seeing fewer adults and older kids, five and six year olds traveled with their parents but I live in a safe neighborhood so once the kids hit eight or nine they start wanting to go out on their own or with their friends. All this was perfectly normal, until things seemed to shift. My awareness of it had been growing in the back of my mind for a while, but I didn’t become fully understand what I had been seeing until three young girls knocked on my door.

The knock came just after seven, the sun had started to set and the sky was almost dark. I opened my door and three girls were standing there, lit by the porch light. Two looked to be sisters; both had blonde hair and shockingly blue eyes. Their faces were bright and they wore slightly mischievous similes. If I had to guess I would have placed them at around seven and ten. The third was a black girl with long shiny black hair and a dark, almost sultry, gaze. She looked older than the sisters by maybe a year. They were dressed as a Police Officer, a Devil, and Wonder Woman... except all of their costumes were… sexy.

The black girl was in the Police Officer costume. It was all in black faux leather, and only the hat looked anything approaching normal. Her top was a bustiere with attached sleeves and a gold badge pined to her chest. It was tight enough to show the slight curve of her budding breasts and ended above her belly button exposing her smooth mocha skin. Instead of pants she had on an extremely short skirt belted around her waist that ended less than halfway down her thighs. A pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs were attached to her hip, which she had cocked at an angle to show off her long legs and heels.

The older sister was wearing the Wonder Woman costume. It looked a lot like the one Linda Carter wore in the old TV show except it was tight to the girls’ under developed body. The shiny nylon in red, blue, and gold looked slightly sheer and through the outfit I swore I could see her hard little nips and a slightly dark patch above the v where her thighs met that might be her newly grown peach fuzz.

Last but certainly not least was the little girl, in a bright red one piece that stretched across her chest and up between her legs, molding to every slight curve and giving her a pre-teen camel toe. She had fishnet stockings on her legs, platform heels, and her golden locks were topped with devil horns. I could see a tail coming from the base of her ass, although I couldn’t tell how it was attached.

I took all this in over a long moment. For their part, the girls seemed to be enjoying the attention, shifting and posing for me. I noted how each of their outfits had been tailored perfectly for their bodies, designed to show off everything they had. I want to make it clear that I have never before thought of young girls as sexual beings; but these three oozed raw sex and my own lust couldn’t help but respond. Than it dawned on me that they had not been the only ones. The past several trick-or-treaters I had seen had been wearing progressively less and less appropriate costumes. I didn’t know what to make of it. More importantly I didn’t know what to make of my inappropriate but growing arousal at the sight of them. Finally the three spoke in unison, their voices more seductive then any child’s had the right to be.

“Trick… or Treat?”

That snapped me out of my reverie and though I couldn’t bring myself to look away from them, I reached down blindly and groped around until I found the bag of candy I had been using. I dropped carelessly large handfuls of treats into each of their baskets and was about to steel myself to close the door when the Police Officer stepped up and ran her tiny hand up and down the crotch of my jeans causing my half erect cock to strain hard against the material.

“Thanks for the candy, sugar, but we were hoping for a different kind of treat. I guess we’ll see what they have at the next house…”

She dropped me a wink and then in a flash all three girls had turned and were strutting down the path and too the sidewalk. I watched their tiny asses wiggle and I would swear I could see the little girl’s devil tail emerging from right between her butt cheeks. I shook my head and quickly slammed the door. I was breathing heavily as I fell back into my chair. My mind was still in shock at what I had seen, and more importantly, how it had made me feel. It should have been ridiculous, three little girls playing at sexy, but they had not been playing and I couldn’t get their tight little bodies out of my mind.

I tried to rationalize my feelings, ‘it wasn’t the girls; it was the costumes, the hot, sexy, slutty, little costumes that they were wearing. If they hadn’t been wearing them…’ I let out a groan as my erection strained even harder against my jeans… ‘if they hadn’t been wearing them I’d have been able to see their smooth skin and sexy little… NO!’ I tried to think about something else, anything else, to get control of my wildly inappropriate thoughts.

*Ding-Dong*

My doorbell rang, causing me to nearly fall out of my seat. A rush of panic filled me, as if I had been caught thinking my deviant thoughts and the cops were here to lock me up. It only took a moment for me to realize it must be more trick-or-treaters. I was still painfully hard and seriously shook up, so I knew there was no way I was going to answer the door… except I found myself standing and grabbing up the bag of candy anyway.

I had no idea why I was about to open the door while I was sporting an obvious erection, but I knew I was going to do it anyway. It was like a dream, or a nightmare, where you do things without really knowing why. Even as a feeling of dread spread through my body I felt myself grip the handle and open the door.

A pair of kids stood just outside my door, a boy and a girl. I forced myself to look at their faces for a long moment before my eyes wandered on their own across their costumes. Their skin and features marked them as Hispanic and they looked similar enough that I was fairly sure I was looking at a brother and sister. If they looked to be about the same age, around eight I’d say, and they were wearing matching costumes.

The boy had on a cowboy hat and a bandanna tied around his neck. He wasn’t wearing a shirt so his smooth caramel chest was on display, though as part of his costume he had on a very short and wide open brown leather vest. To complete the look, he wore a pair of brown leather chaps over an extremely tight leather thong which formed nicely around his small but obviously hard package. When he realized who was at the door the smoldering gaze he had been giving me quickly faded into a very childish look of disappointment.

His sister was the Indian, or rather Native American, to his cowboy. She had on a cliché looking head dress, a leather fringed top that did nothing more than wrap tightly around her flat chest, and a wide leather band around her waist that had long leather fringes that draped down to mid-thigh and did nothing to hide the fact that she wore nothing under them. My eyes were drawn like magnets to her crotch where the swaying leather fringe concealed just enough of her smooth, tight, little girl slit so that I couldn’t see the whole thing at once.

“Mmmmm, looks like it’s my treat this time, Sammy.”

The girl spoke and like the three before her the tones dripped with undisguised lust and a maturity well beyond her years. I was able to look away from her crotch long enough to see that she was staring right at the large bulge in my pants. I wanted to rush inside and slam the door but I couldn’t bring myself to do anything but admire this sexy little girl in her slutty little costume. My erection throbbed as visions of little girl flesh seemed to flow unbidden into my mind’s eye. I was almost too distracted to notice when she started to move.

She put her plastic pumpkin candy bucket on my stoop and stepped forward to kneel on my welcome mat. She spread her thighs lewdly and I tried to see more of her only slightly hidden neither lips but she soon got my attention. Her mouth shot forward and could feel her lips pressed hard against the crotch of my jeans. She kissed and moaned against the fabric as if possessed before her dexterous hands reached up to undo the front of my pants. She easily got the straining button undone and began to lower the zipper, but I was so hard the pressure of my cock pushed it all the way open.

I felt her lips again as she again licked, sniffed, and kissed at my crotch, only this time it was only the thin cotton of my boxer briefs between her and my manhood. I groaned in pleasure, the sheer erotic wrongness of the scene burning deep into my mind. It was torture to have her wet and willing mouth so close to engulfing me but she seemed to be reveling in the experience. It was only after her brother cleared his throat meaningfully that she pulled away for long enough to fish my painfully hard cock out of my underwear and into the cool Halloween night.

One small, cool, hand wrapped itself around my hot throbbing cock while the other reached down to something that was tucked into the back of her skirt, belt, thing. She pulled out what looked like a toy tomahawk and for a moment I was back to myself and wondered if she was going to cut my dick off. If she did, I felt like I would have deserved it… Instead she handed it wordlessly to her brother and in his hands I saw that the handle of the toy was shaped into a long thin dildo.

Slutty CostumesHe groaned, as if being asked to do some onerous chore, but quickly moved behind his sister, wetting the dildo with his mouth and slipping it between her legs. I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing but her sudden moans of pleasure left little doubt in my mind. She drew my attention back to her by gripping my cock tightly and guiding it to her needy lips. This time the sensation of her cock worship was overwhelming, no barriers between her hot lips and my sensitive flesh. She kissed and licked down my shaft before shoving her face into my thick pubes and taking a deep breath of my musky scent.

The smell seemed to drive her wild and her hips began to grind against the plastic cock deep inside her. Then she was kissing and licking up my shaft again, until she slid the twitching purple head of my cock between her sweet lips and began to suckle on it hard. I reached out to brace myself against the doorway as her hands pumped up and down my length while her lips and tongue worshiped its sensitive head. I could feel her moans of pleasure rippling through my cock and I could only join her, sending my wordless cry of pleasure into the night.

I lost track of time then, lost in what was easily the most earnest and exceptional oral worship I had ever received. I doubt it lasted more than a few minutes but they were like heaven. Fingers dancing, lips and tongues, and at the end her hot mouth and throat as she skillfully swallowed over half of my length before fucking my cock with her face. Eventually it was all too much and I felt my balls tense. She must have known what that meant because she pulled off of me and used her hands on my shaft and head until I blew my thick load like a porn star across her face and chest. The sight of my erupting member made her giggle with childish delight, the only childish thing she had done since ringing my doorbell.

As she used her fingers to wipe my cum off of her face and guide it all into her mouth she smiled brightly at me. Her brother slipped the tomahawk-dildo out from between her legs and she stood somewhat shakily on her own two feet again. My cum still stained her top but I realized as I looked at it that it held many similar, but slightly older, stains. The realization that I was not the only person to have used her mouth tonight made me feel strangely better about the whole experience. At least until she lifted her candy pail up and pushed it towards me, looking just like the happy child she should be, not the wanton sex goddess she had been just a few moments before.

My hand was surprisingly still as I reached into the bag I was still holding and gave her and her brother large handfuls of fun sized treats. As they turned to walk to the next house down she winked knowingly at me. Her brother handed her sex toy back to her and I heard him make an offhand comment, that held just a hint of jealousy.

“I hope a woman answers the door at the next house…”

She ignored him and turned back to me.

“Thanks A LOT Mister, have a Happy Halloween!”

I just waved, my deflating dick still out and shrinking quickly in the cool night air. I closed the door and felt the candy bag fall numbly out of my hands. I didn’t bother to fix my clothing, putting my cock away seemed like the least of my worries at the moment. My eyes darted over to the clock on the wall and I realized that I was only seven forty-five.

Almost fifteen minutes had passed before my doorbell rang again. I spent those long minutes in a stunned oblivion, actively fighting down any thoughts that might try to rise up. On some deep level, I knew that if I let myself think there were only two things that might happen. I’d either be filled with overwhelming horror and disgust at myself for letting that girl do what she did… or worse I would find that I didn’t care, and that I only wanted, needed, more.

*Ding Dong*

I stood again, at some point I must have adjusted myself and fixed my pants because they didn’t fall down and my cock was no longer on display. I moved towards the door, this time more woodenly, less like a person in a dream and more like a robot, devoid of thoughts or emotions. I was still actively fighting them down, hoping that the numb apathy I was holding onto like a bullet proof vest would protect me from who was on the other side of my door.

Still, I didn’t hesitate when I reached the knob and pulled the door open. It was a group of five this time, a boy and four girls. The boy was the youngest in the group, probably no older than seven, but he stood closest to the door his posture showing that he was the one in charge. Of course even if he had none of the attitude his costume said it all, he was dressed as a Purple Pimp. He wore a crushed velvet jacket, bell bottom pants with leopard print insets, and pimp hat with zebra print trim. He raised his gold, dildo topped, pimp cane and tapped it against the brim of his hat in greeting.

“Hey man, what do you say…? I’ll trade you my tricks for your treats.”

He turned and gestured to the girls behind him, his stable of hoes. The oldest girl was a red head with actual curves, just over the edge of puberty. She wore a traditional whore costume, leopard print top that was barely more than a bra, a matching skirt that zipped up the front, and black stay-up hoes. The skirt was mostly unzipped and one side was pinned up showing her naked, dripping cunt to the autumn night air.

Next to her was a school girl. She was an exotic looking Indian girl around ten. She had a translucent white top tied right under her slightly curved breasts that showed off her dark brown nipples. She wore a uselessly short plaid pleated skirt, long white knee socks, black Mary Janes, and had her silky black hair up in pig tails.

A brunette girl with slightly exotic features that hinted of a mixed heritage wore a nurse ‘costume’ that belonged on stage at a strip club. Its ‘top’ was a white open-tip bra that forced her not-yet-A-cup breasts out into the open air. She wore a white pencil skirt with a red cross on the front and a bright red garter belt with hose. The nurse hat on her head was pinned at an angle.

Last was an Arabian girl who only looked slightly older then her young pimp dressed in a totally sheer harem girl outfit in pale blue with gold accents, jewelry, and tassels. Her long hair was in a braid that she wore across her chest, the only thing hiding any of her underage assets to the world. My gaze slid across the four costumed young whores and I felt my composure crack as my cock throbbed in response.

We waited there for a long moment as my arousal grew; a small part of me marveled that I seemed ready to go again so shortly after my last encounter but it was by far the most normal thing happening to me at the time. I was waiting for one of them to act, but the only person moving was the young pimp who looked at his large gold watch as if I was wasting his time.

“Well?”

“Um… What?”

I was surprised that my voice was totally calm despite my inner turmoil. I raised the bag of candy in my hand and reached in only to have his cane shoot out and smack my hand hard enough to make it sting.

“I don’t think you were listening man. This isn’t a time for handouts, this is an exchange. I want your treats and you clearly want some of my tricks so let’s make a deal. That bag is what, about half full right? So I think that’s more than enough for you to pay for two of my girls. So take your pick and I’ll leave you to it, they’ll catch up with me when their done. Just make… your… choice.”

He emphasized his point by waving his cane back and forth like the pendulum of a ticking clock. I waited for my body to act on its own but it slowly dawned on me that this was different then my encounter with the slutty Native American with the hot little mouth. In some way I couldn’t quite define that hadn’t been me, I had been operating on some sort of autopilot. This was my choice, not only to choose what girls I wanted but, more importantly, if I wanted to do anything at all.

I couldn’t deny that I wanted these girls, in that moment I could not think of anything that I had ever wanted more. Their smooth unblemished forms wrapped in outfits design to enhance their nudity rather than hide it, I wanted them all. Deep inside me I knew that all of this was wrong, that I wasn’t thinking straight, that both the world and my thoughts were somehow twisted into a strange a perverse new shape. Even if it was true, in that moment only one question really mattered, did I care? I knew I should care, I knew I would have cared even a half hour before. I would have slammed and locked the door, barred myself somewhere away from people and hide until this madness was over, hoping and praying I would somehow emerge from this night back in my right mind. But that was a half hour ago.

In this moment… did I care that everything had been changed?

“Give me those two.”

The young pimp smiled as I tossed him the half empty bag of candy. He grabbed it out of the air and smiled. The school girl and the harem girl stepped onto my porch and gave me sexy smiles. If anything, the other two looked genuinely disappointed not to have been chosen.

“See you bitches later back at the house. Have fun!”

“Thank you, Daddy!”

“Thank you, Daddy!”

The two chorused in response as the purple pimp took his remained crew out to find more business. I stepped inside and the two girls followed me. After closing the door firmly, I shut off my porch light so we wouldn’t be interrupted. I was amazed how excited I felt in that moment. I had been waiting for some sense of reality to slam into me and flood me with guilt but instead I felt incredibly good. I ran my hands down the two girl’s backs and my hands seemed to tingle with electricity.

They gazed up at me, their bedroom eyes speaking volumes about how much they wanted me. When I stopped moving they pressed their nearly naked forms up against my legs rubbing against me with wanton lust like animals in heat. I felt so dominant, so powerful; I knew deep inside me that they would do whatever I said. I didn’t question the instinct I just acted on it.

“Strip me.”

Giggling, the girls sprang into action, undoing my jeans. As my harem girl started to pull my pants down, my school girl, who was several inches taller, reached up and undid my shirt buttons revealing my rather hairy chest and slightly-rounder-than-I-would-like stomach. Neither girl seemed to care, they cooed in impressed tones as they reveled more and more of my skin to the air. I was just starting to feel painfully erect when my harem girl gently, worshipfully, drew my rock hard member out of my underpants. Both girls seemed mesmerized by my cock.

I’ve always considered myself to be a generous lover but in that moment I didn’t want to make love, I wanted to fuck. I gently but firmly grabbed the arm of my school girl and guided her to the couch. I took a moment but only a moment to admire her body before I spoke.

“Spread ‘em and get ready for me.”

She didn’t even have to hike up her skirt; there was so little material there. She spread her knees wide and started to finger her smooth slit. I could tell that she didn’t really need to get herself ready. Her lips were already glistening with moisture and her fingers came out soaking as soon as she slipped them inside herself. Looking down at my harem girl I gave her a nasty grin.

“Lube me up with your juices.”

She nodded and slid both of her hands in-between her thighs gathering up her slick girly juices before rubbing them all over my cock. Her hands worked my shaft like a pro, eliciting a grunt of pleasure from me. I’d have let her get me off with her hands later but I had a very specific goal in mind at the moment. Once my manhood glistened nice and wet I firmly pushed her aside and stepped towards my school girl. She saw me coming and grabbed my waist, guiding me into her tight folds. They were so very tight and hot but somehow I slid into her inch by inch until my balls rested against her ass. The sounds she made as I pressed into her were like music and I wanted to hear more. I gave her no time to grow accustomed to me, no gentleness, I just pulled myself halfway out and began thrusting against her over and over, faster and faster, fucking her with mindless abandon.

She screamed and moaned but there was no hint of pain in her voice, instead she began calling out to me, begging me to fuck her harder, faster, deeper. I instantly obliged, her words feeding my wild passion. I lost myself in the pleasure and time stood still, at least until I felt a small but skilled tongue on my shaft and balls. Looking between us I saw that my harem girl had grown jealous and had pushed herself under our bodies so that she could lick and kiss at every inch of my thrusting cock and balls. It was only then that I slowed down so I could enjoy the totally unique sensation of fucking one girl while another worked to enhance the experience even more. The slow, deep, pounding was different but no less amazing then the fast fuck I had been enjoying before.

I thrust in and out of that tight Indian pussy for a long time but eventually I felt myself close to the edge. Part of me wanted to pull out, to paint both girls in my jizz but I decided against it. My body tightened and I shot spray after spray of thick cum deep into the girl’s pink sex. I shook with the intensity of the experience as I pulled myself out of her, falling back onto the couch next to my well fucked school girl. I wasn’t surprised to see that my harem girl quickly replaced my cock with her face trying to suck my cum from her friends cunt. I grabbed her arm and guided her to clean off my member instead.

“Not that way, if you want some of your own you have to earn it.”

“Yes Master.”

Her response brought a smile onto my face. I liked the way it sounded. As she began to clean me off I looked over to my school girl and saw the bliss of orgasm fading from her gaze as she focused back on me.

“Get behind her and get her pooper nice and wet, I’m taking that next.”

My school girl nodded and moved to the floor, crawling to press her face into my harem girl’s ass. My harem girl shuddered with pleasure and excitement as she started to work harder to clean me off and get me ready again. I couldn’t recall the last time I had been able to cum three times in less than two hours but I was complaining when my cock responded to her touch and began to grow hard.

In no time I had my little harem girl bent over the arm of the couch and was pushing into her. If her friend’s cunt had been tight her ass was like a vice. It was more painful the pleasurable when I first pushed into her, but she knew how to relax her body and soon my thrusting had us both crying with pleasure.

When I sent my whores on their way, carrying extra handfuls of candy for their trouble, each girl had one of my loads inside of them and another two sprayed across their faces and chests. I had been like a machine but eventually they wore me out. I lay there, too tired to stand up and lock my door and not caring that anyone outside could see me laying naked across my couch plastered in girl cum and juices.

I may have dozed then, or just lay their reveling in the experience, but either way I lost track of time. It was well past ten when my doorbell rang again. I stirred from my stupor, looking through my screen door to see Melody and her daughter standing there each of us taking the other in. The costumes they now wore look nothing like the ones I had seen them in when they went off several hours before.

I waved them in, not caring about my nakedness. Compared to how they were dressed, I still looked like the normal one. While still a witch, Melody’s slightly tight black dress was split up the front, transformed into a long cloak with sleeves. Now it revealed her firm breasts and fantastic body covered only by a shoestring thong that rested quite clearly between her plump pussy lips. She her sensible black flats were now high heeled stripper shoes and the broom she held had its top shaped into a fat dildo. Her skin glistened in places with what I had no doubt were patches of dried cum. I felt my well used cock twitch at the sight of her and was pleasantly pleased to discover that I was still attracted to women close to my own age.

Amy looked less like a pirate and more like a six year old bar wench. She still had her hat and eye patch but her billow white shirt was now totally sheer and tied under her underdeveloped preteen nips. Her pants were gone and she had a wrap around her waist that failed to cover her naked gash. She eyed my deflated cock and then gazed pleadingly up at her mother. Melody gave me a look and I nodded.

“Go ahead have a treat it is Halloween but remember to thank Mr. Kern.”

“Thank you Mr. Kern.”

Amy knelt between my legs and began to suckle on my deflated cock, gleefully licking off any juices and residue that remained on it. She was really enjoying herself and despite my exhaustion I could feel myself starting to respond to her delicate but thorough cleaning. Melody sat next to me and guided my hand in-between her thighs, where I slipped a finger inside her soaking cunt with ease. As I slowly fingered her she gave a happy sigh.

“Enjoy your night Will?”

“What can I say; it was… something special… Oh I meant to ask you, where did you guys get your costumes?”

“It was that new place that opened up on 5th, ‘Everyday is Halloween.’ Why do you ask?”

“No reason.”

Reaching down I guided Amy as she continued to bob up and down on my hardening member.

“No reason at all.”

*Image courtesy of Danaume Rook*
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