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Halloween Switch
🕑 Added 2024-11-04 01:32:25 +0000 UTCI adjust my witch outfit. After adjusting the cute hat on the top of my brown hair, I smooths the black dress down to my thighs. I cup my small boobs and pout slightly before turning to look at my big ass. My dress barely covers the bottom curve of my ass and my thigh high fishnets show along with the garter belt.
With a grin I spank my own ass and wink at myself as my deep red lips turn up. I tip my hat to the side and leave the bedroom. In the living room, I look David over. He has a werewolf mask on, a plaid long-sleeve shirt over his muscular body. He has silly latex and hairy loves on that elongate his fingers. I walk over to him and play with the gold chain around his neck.
“Are you ready to take this party by storm, big bad wolf?” I ask.
He growls and grabs my ass. “I think we’re ready for a party just the two of us.”
I force my smile to stay in place. Lately, our sex life has been dull. It’s not bad, just not exciting. He pulls me close, grabbing my ass while I stroke his dick, he fingers my clit a bit, just enough to turn me on, but not enough to make me come. We strip, he lays me back, wraps my thighs around him and thrusts. Sometimes I come, but lately it’s just been lists filling my head, waiting for him to be done so I can get myself off. It’s not really the same.
“Let’s at least make an appearance,” I insist as I keep playing with the chain around his throat. “After all, we got all dressed up and you can strip me down soon enough, okay?”
“Promise?” He asks after pushing his mask up.
I lean towards him and almost kiss him. He groans when I draw back and I grin. “I promise, I’ll cover you with my lipstick at the party,” I murmur as an idea blooms.
Shawn is a good guy, one of David’s best friends. I know he’s throwing the party and it will be a great one, but maybe having a time limit for fucking, being in a new place, leaving their costumes mostly on ... maybe that will make it more intense, maybe it will get their old spark back.
She keeps that in mind as they head over to Shawn’s house. Of course, once they get inside and say their hellos, David forgets about my flirting. So I run my fingers down his back and press myself against him.
“David,” I purr.
He immediately looks at me and grabs my ass, keeping me close to him. “Yes, baby?”
“I think I’m seeing double,” I say against his mask. “Are there two of you here to fuck me tonight?”
David looks around, then his eyes land on the other werewolf. I rub my breasts against him and my hips brush his thigh. I move his shirt to the side to kiss his skin.
“Shawn?” David asks.
Shawn walks over and lifts his mask, showing his face. His light brown hair makes David’s look darker, but they’re both muscular, big, and attractive. Shawn has brown eyes while David has hazel. Shawn’s got a little more muscle tone and he has a glint to his eyes when he looks at me, one that promises aggression rather than anything soft.
“Guess we had the same thought,” Shawn says, his voice a little rougher.
“You look good man. Maybe I shouldn’t have done up my buttons,” David chuckles.
Shawn laughs. “Why hide the good parts? If girls get to show off that much leg,” Shawn’s gaze flicks to me and he looks me over quickly before returning his gaze to my boyfriend. “Then we can show off our bodies too.”
“I like that idea.”
“Of course you do,” Shawn says before lowering the mask.
David and I have some drinks, we dance a little and I keep working him up with every little touch and almost kiss before denying him. I want him to be as feral as that look in Shawn’s eyes when he stared at my hem line.
But David’s more interested in saying hi to everyone, in catching up with friends, and so on. I huff, annoyed with the lack of action, the lack of touches, the lack of flirting. I walk to my boyfriend and press my body against the front of his, moving his hand so it’s between the front of my thighs, nearly against my panties.
He immediately pauses and I feel his gaze on me. I lick my lips. “Ten minutes, Shawn’s room.”
“Ten minutes,” he breathes.
“And I’ll cover you in my lipstick prints, lips to cock and you’ll have a reason to leave your shirt open,” I say.
He groans. “It’s going to be the longest ten minutes of my life.”
“And then we’ll see how much we can pack in before someone finds us,” I say smugly.
He groans and I move past him, lifting my skirt a bit to show him the tiny thong I have on. I want my boyfriend to be hard and desperate for me. I want him in Shawn’s room in five minutes, not ten, which is why I go up at the six minute mark. I open the door and there he is.
I smirk. “I knew you couldn’t wait to have a piece of me.”
Sure I’m six and a half beers in with a shot or two, but I know what I want and I want to be fucked. I want to be fucked hard and deep and wild. I want to remember why sex is amazing, why people are willing to do terrible things for it. I want to feel so desired and needed that it’s nearly violent. Animalistic at minimum and that werewolf mask looks like what I need.
I’m sure it’ll be a quickie, but that’s better than run of the mill. I can’t handle boredom anymore. When I step up to lick one of the teeth on the mas, moaning and stroking over the buttons on the plaid shirt, I realize that David isn’t wearing his necklace.
Around the same time, my tipsy brain realizes that Shawn has the same mask as David. Shawn who looked at me like he wanted to bend me over the table no matter who was around, lift me up so I was at the perfect height and fuck me with reckless abandon.
Well, I’m tipsy, I’m horny and my boyfriend either doesn’t realize how dirty I want to be, or he’s downstairs, roped into another game of beer pong forgetting all about the ten minute marker.
I start undoing buttons and place kiss to the inside of Shawn’s shoulder. “I’m so glad you were early. I need the big bad wolf tonight. No sweetness, just constant orgasms and the mask stays on.”
A slow nod answers me and I grin as I undo his belt, then pop the button on his jeans. Shawn stops me, then grips my dress hard. He yanks it up and over my breasts to reveal my slutty bra and panty set.
Then he tosses me on the bed and jerks my bra down, ripping a cup in the process. I groan as the fabric tears. I pant. “Yes, that’s exactly what I need. Just like that.”
A low growl echoes in his chest as he palms my breasts, then pinches my nipples. He’s rough, growling and grunting as he rubs the latex nose of his mask over my breasts. I shudder as the fur strokes over my skin.
He snaps my thigh high, then rips through my panties. When I try to close my legs, he slaps the outside of my thigh before prying them apart. I fight a little, just because I can, but he flips me over and swats my ass hard. I bite my bottom lip.
“I’m so naughty. Are you going to punish me? Or does the big bad wolf need to eat?” I moan.
Fingers coast over the back of my thighs, hauntingly soft until they grip my ass tightly. While Shawn grips one cheek, he spanks the other hard, then soft, then hard again. Over and over until I’m mewling and my ass stings.
A low groan fills the space between us as my panting breaths fill my ear. I’m so wet. The mix of pleasure and pain doesn’t let my mind distract from what’s happening right here and now.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you can’t forget. I don’t care if someone walks in. They’ll see you moaning and begging with my cock buried inside you,” he growls.
“Is that your wolf voice?” I tease.
He swats my pussy and I’m almost ashamed of the moan that leaves my throat. He grips my ass again, shaking it before spreading me open. He groans. “So wet.”
“Does my wolf know what to do with a wet pussy?” I ask.
He immediately pushes two fingers into me. I gasp and drop to my elbows. I look back at him as he fingers my pussy, curling his fingers inside me with every sharp thrust. I’m so wet I can hear it. I never knew that spanking would turn me on that much, but I’m not questioning it, not when I’m already close to coming.
Then he pulls his fingers back, making me whimper. “But-”
He swats my ass with his wet hand and I know Shawn doesn’t want me to talk. He wants to fuck me instead. He’s said enough and we don’t need to talk to get intense. He’s made that incredibly clear.
His thumb presses into me and he swirls it shallowly before I whine and get close to begging him for more. I don’t have to, though. He thrusts two longer fingers into me and circles his wet thumb over my asshole, adding just a bit of pressure as I groan.
“Yes, yes. Please. Use me,” I moan.
An answering groan earns me the orgasm I’m craving. He pound his fingers into me as if reminding me that he can force an orgasm in my body or drag one however he wants. He swats my pussy again when I come, then flips me over.
Shawn undoes his pants and runs his wet, glistening fingers over his thick cock. My mouth waters. I already want to come again, but he mounts my chest and rubs the head of his cock over my lips.
“Make a mess of that lipstick,” he orders.
I pant and slowly look up from his cock to meet his eyes. “Make me.”
He grips my hair and taps his cock against my lips until I open for him. Then he thrusts into my mouth. He slams into me again and again, fucking my throat hard and fast until my eyes water and my throat feels bruised.
“Take it,” he orders, shoving every inch into my throat until I’m gagging and choking on his cock. Drool rolls over my bottom lip and my eyes bulge. “Suck.”
I obey, forcing myself to suck as I inhale through my nose. He moves me over his length the way he wants, so I’m sucking and licking him sloppily. Drawing back, he lightly slaps my cheek with his dick, smearing my spit over my face.
It’s degrading, but the primal sound that leaves his throat, makes me turn my head to sucks and lick the side of his shaft. He releases my hair and flips me back over. I’m almost at the foot of the bed now, nearly facing the door.
“This pussy needs my dick more than your mouth,” he snarls.
“Prove it.”
Then he’s inside me. No preamble, no build up. Just him pulsing inside of me, every inch stuffed inside me. I shudder and roll my hips back. He swats my ass hard, then leans over me, gripping my breast in a firm hand. His fingers spread, then close, pinching my nipple.
A mewl leaves my throat and he swats my ass again. “Defiant little brat. I’m going to break you.”
Shawn is so intense, so, so intense. My eyes roll back as he slams into me again and again. My legs slip on the bed until his knees come down on either side of mine. The sound of skin slapping on skin echoes and my whole body pulses with need. I shudder and bite the bed to hide my moans. I pant, whimper, want to beg, but I can’t do anything but take it.
I feel the edges of his shirt against my skin as he nearly bottoms out inside me. He rolls his hips, grinding into me, then his hand moves from my breast to my hair, jerking back while he fingers my clit with his other hand.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan. “Fuck!”
He’s so intense. Every growl and grunt echoes after his thrust. His cock feels so big as my pussy threatens to clench around him in an orgasm, but he keeps changing the pace which makes me fall away from the edge.
I whine and pant. “Please!”
“Use.” Thrust. “Your.” Thrust. “Words.” Multiple thrusts punctuate his last word, as if he’s trying to beat the meaning into me.
A soft cry leaves my throat as he wraps my hair around his finger, dropping my hat to the floor. When I almost come without giving him what he wants, he swats my clit, then pulls his hand back to work a finger into my ass.
“Please let me come!” I yelp.
“No,” he snarls.
He works his finger into my ass deeper. No one’s ever done that. No one’s ever spanked me until my ass was red. No one has ever mounted my tits and fucked my throat until I didn’t know whether I liked it or hated it.
My eyes roll back, but he works a second finger into my ass, making me whine. He spreads his fingers and I gasp as my legs tremble and for some reason, I get closer to the edge instead of further away.
“Relax,” he orders, still spreading my ass open.
I don’t want to give Shawn that first. I don’t want him to be the first person to fuck me in the ass. Not even when he releases my hair (mostly) to grab the front of my throat and squeeze. My moan reverberates through his hand.
“Fuck yes, Yes. Just like that. Fuck me harder. However you want. Please. Please. I want you, I want you. So fucking good,” I pant. “I knew asking you up here to fuck in your best friend’s bed would turn you on.”
Since I know it’s Shawn, I know it’s going to piss him off and I’m right. He digs his fingers into the sides of my throat, giving me a pleasant high as he fucks my ass with his fingers and my pussy with his cock. It’s brutally intense, nearly painful, but somehow exactly what I need.
“Touch yourself,” he orders.
I whimper and obey, resting my weight on my shoulders and knees as I rub my clit in fast circles. I palm my breast, but Shawn jerks me back further, until I’m nearly riding him. My back arches almost painfully as a desperate half-moan, half-wheeze leaves my throat.
“Please!” I sob. “Please let me come! Please!”
He grips my throat harder, a low snarl leaves his throat as he jackhammers into me as if he’s going to brand himself on me, as if he’s going to make me his and can prove that he’s not David.
Just then the door opens and another werewolf stands there. I pant. “David, did you ask Shawn to join us?”
But a third finger fills my ass as an answer and I come just as David lifts his mask, watching with a mix of horror, lust, and disappointment from the doorway. I gush all over Shawn’s cock, my eyes rolling back as I try to bite back my scream of ecstasy.
My toes curl, my belly tightens, my legs are basically boneless since I can’t feel them. There’s only pleasure, only the joy of being watched, of being fucked the way I’ve needed for so long, but haven’t gotten.
I slump to the bed, my arms hanging off the bed as Shawn jerks me back on his dick and lets out a feral snarl as he comes deep inside me. I feel every spurt as it fills me. I whimper and feel my pussy clench around him, milking every drop from his dick.
The aftershocks of my orgasm keep my pussy twitching even as Shawn slides out of me, patting my ass twice. “Damn good.”
I shudder and push myself up onto my elbows. “David? I thought ...”
I look back at Shawn as he takes his mask off. I blink at him and my mouth opens and closes. “But ...”
“What the fuck?” David asks, still standing at the door.
I try to fix my bra – useless because it’s torn – then jerk my dress down as I stumble, unable to really stand at this point. Shawn wink at me as he pulls his pants back on and buckles them.
I’m sure I’m a mess. My hair has to be trashed, my lipstick and the rest of my makeup smudged by how hard he fucked my mouth and my pussy. My ass hurts a little, one of my fishnets is around my calf, the other is torn. I look freshly fucked, there’s no doubt about that and even though I probably should, I don’t feel guilty.
That was the best sex of my life, proof by the mix of cum and wetness rolling down my thigh. I shudder and try to pick myself up. David just keeps staring a me. “I thought that was you! The whole time! I said ten minutes, I thought you were as eager as I was.”
“I ...” he looks back to Shawn.
Shawn shrugs. “Sorry dude.”
Shawn slips away, leaving David and me alone. I’m half hoping that David wants to go even harder than Shawn, but he just keeps staring at me. I lick my bottom lip and whimper. “I thought ... I thought that it was-”
He stares at me like he’s not sure if I’m actually me, but the longer I look at him without hesitation. “Babe, I was so impressed, so excited that you wanted me that much. I thought ... I ...”
I touch his necklace and try to keep myself focused on the lie that will make things better between us. David cups my face and kisses my smeared makeup. “You thought it was me.”
And that’s all that needs to be said between us. He nods and kisses my forehead before shutting the door. “So it will be us.”
I blink at him, my eyes widening. “Even with the ... mistake?”
“You’re my girlfriend.”
I take an unsteady breath. We’re either going to fight or fuck, but either way ... either way I’m not going anywhere and right now, I don’t think my legs could carry me anyway. Happy Halloween to me.
