Trick AND Treat - An Erotic Tale...

Trick AND Treat - An Erotic Tale...

Angie loved her new home and her new life in suburbia. She lived in a beautiful house, with many rooms, a pool, and both a front and back yard. So why was she so miserable today? Well, it had something to do with Halloween. More specifically, being alone on Halloween.

Angie and Derek bought their dream house a few months ago, after Derek made partner at his law firm. The only drawback was that he worked many nights, many long hours. Sure, making seven figures by the age of thirty-five was huge, but Derek was hardly home anymore. Even on their first Halloween in the new house, Angie was spending the night alone...and she wasn't happy about it.

The neighborhood trick-or-treaters were long gone. It was approaching ten o'clock and no one had been by the house for half an hour. There wasn't much candy left in the oversized pumpkin beside the front door. Angie was going to help herself to what was left while watching television. She had hoped to be awake by the time Derek came home. She didn't know what time that would be and she was completely wiped out. She sat on the couch, remote in one hand and a fistful of candy corn in the other.

The doorbell rang and Angie ignored it. It rang again. Angie ignored it again. The ringing stopped for about a minute. Good, they finally got the message, she thought. The bell rang yet again. Angie looked towards the front door and saw nothing. Again, it rang.

"No more candy! Sorry!"

Everything got quiet again. Angie even muted the television to make sure that no one was at the front door. The bell rang again. This time it startled Angie. For the first time, she was afraid.

"Don't have anything left! Try next door!" She listened closely. Waited. Nothing.

Then the bell rang again. Angie went from afraid to terrified to plain old pissed off in about two seconds. She was confused, not knowing how to feel or what to think. She stood by the front door. She saw the knob turn, the door being pushed, but not opening. Her jaw hung open, Angie's feet felt like they were cemented into the floor.

"Oh shit," she said to no one in particular. Then the bell rang again. Angie let out a gasp. She tip-toed away from the door, as the knob-turning, door-pushing, and bell-ringing continued in concert, growing louder by the second.

Angie let out a shriek and ran toward the back of the house, hoping to get to the back door. She was tackled from behind as a black leather glove covered her mouth. The other hand pinned her to the floor. A menacing voice growled at her. "Make another noise and I'm gonna kill you." Angie turned her head to see who it was, but couldn't tell. The assailant wore a bloody ghost mask, perfect for Halloween. She wanted to scream at that very moment, but Angie held it in, although she couldn't stop shaking.

"Let's go...and don't you make a fucking sound." The masked man helped Angie to her feet. He grabbed her by the arm and forced her toward the bedroom. Angie didn't know why they were going to the bedroom, but went without protest.

The short walk gave Angie time to think. She wished Derek would come home right now and save her. She also wished they had a better lock on the door. Did the masked man break the door open? She wasn't sure. She hadn't been looking. She was too busy trying to escape the back way.

"Take off your clothes and get on the bed. Lie down on your back."

"What? Take off my clothes? Why..."

"Bitch, take your fucking clothes off now! NOW GODDAMMIT!"

The intruder pulled a piece of rope from his back pocket. "You ever been fucked tied up before?"

Angie looked into the eyes of the stranger and shook her head no as she slowly peeled off her clothes. First she took off her red satin robe. Then she kicked off her slippers. She stood in the bedroom shaking in nothing but a purple lace teddy.

The masked man looked her body over slowly. Angie stood at five foot five, about a hundred and twenty pounds. She had long thin legs that ran up to her curvy hips, which helped accentuate a beautiful ass that Derek simply couldn't get enough of. He constantly told her how phat and juicy she was, especially when referring to her titties and ass.

"Don't stop now! Keep going! Take ALL them fucking clothes off!," ordered the intruder, in his low-growl pitch.

Angie pulled the teddy over her head, revealing her naked form. She had 36C breasts, topped off by soft, brown nipples. The mound of hair between her legs was reduced just this morning to nothing more than a few wisps of hair. It was supposed to be a Halloween surprise for Derek. She imagined him coming in the door and while she yelled "Trick or treat!" from the bedroom, with her legs spread open. Her succulent pussy would be his treat, as long as he promised to perform his tricks for her. She especially liked the trick he did with his tongue - licking her until she felt faint, sometimes even passing out. Oh, she wished Derek were here now, instead of this sick, perverted son-of-a-bi...

"I said get on the bed! Now!"

Angie did as she was told. The bloody ghost took the rope and tied Angie's wrist together, over her head. He slowly ran his hands over her naked body, fingertips gently scraping her soft skin. Beginning with her neck, his fingers traveled down over the peeks of her nipples, through the light patch of pussy hair, and then down one leg.

"You ready to get fucked?" He whispered in her ear. Then he walked to the light switch. "I hope you are...cause I'ma wear that pussy out REAL good before I kill you!"

The lights went off. The room was pitch black. Angie heard rustling. She strained to see what was going on. The intruder took off his mask, then his clothes. They were now both naked on Angie's bed.

The mystery man licked the inside of Angie's thigh's gently, just using the very tip of his tongue. It tickled her, in fact, she even giggled. But playtime was over quickly when he reached the folds of her vagina. He stopped to take in her aroma before sucking her slowly. Angie immediately became wet, as her pussy opened for her mystery lover, who worked his tongue inside her. He lapped up all the juice he could, before licking his way up to her clit. Once there, Angie let out a sigh that was more like a scream. It felt so damn good to get licked in such an expert fashion. She let herself go for the first time this evening and it was exactly what she needed.

Angie's first orgasm came with great force. Having her wrists tied together made the sensation that much more intense. She bucked and kicked, as her orgasm rippled its way up from her pussy, until she screamed out loud. This, as it happened, made her mystery lover even more excited.

He grabbed her legs and rested them on his shoulders, as he lined his dick up with her wet opening. He plunged hard and deep into Angie, igniting the fire that burned deep inside her. She gasped for air, as her lover pounded away at her pussy with great force. She loved the rude fucking he was giving her, as he jack-hammered away. She felt as though her hips would break, or perhaps she would split into two, but enjoyed the rough fuck she was getting.

This went on for a few minutes before her lover started grunting like a wild animal. He slowed down his pace, but only because his own orgasm was building. Angie lost count of how many times she must have come, but no longer cared. She had been properly fucked and was now ready for her reward.

A few more primal grunts and howls from her mysterious lover gave way to Angie's treat. With her legs wrapped around his waist, her mysterious lover shot his load deep inside her, coating her womb. He gave her three or four big blasts of his love juice, until he let himself empty out slowly, holding onto her tightly. He collapsed on the bed, right near her feet, panting loudly. Angie, her pussy filled with a mysterious lover's potion, slowly captured her breath.

Reality settled back into Angie's mind. She had just been fucked by someone who tied her up, against her will. Not only that, he was still in her house, in her room, and on her bed. Who was it? Who would do such a thing? Why...

The man got up, legs a little wobbly, and walked over to the light switch. Angie tried again to see who it was, but it was just too dark to see anything. All she knew by this point was much as she hated to admit it, she had probably the best sex of her life. Now she only hoped that it wasn't the last sex of her life.

Just as she was about to scream for help, the light in the bedroom came on. Angie was temporarily blinded. Slowly her eyes adjusted, though still blurry, she looked at her mysterious rapist in shock and surprise.

"Derek?!?"

"Happy Halloween! One question babe, was "he" better than me?"

Angie just laughed out loud uncontrollably as she laid back onto the bed. That night she got both her Trick and her Treat!