Halloween Treats

“Nothing happened,” she says quickly, easing some of my tension. “One night, he came to my room and tried. He put his hand over my mouth and I bit him. He hit me, and my scream woke up my foster mom.” To think that a foster parent would put her in that kind of danger makes me sick. Mandy looks at my chest, still playing with the bubbles in my chest hair. It’s like she’s telling a story instead of confessing something horrible that happened to her. “As bad as it sounds, I think she was jealous. She got so mad at me after it happened. The next day she told me to get my stuff and get out. I was a week away from my eighteenth birthday. She wasn’t going to be getting a check for keeping me so I knew it was coming.”

My heart breaks for her, but I don’t interrupt her. I want to know everything there is to know about her.

“I left and bummed around until I had a friend who wanted to come to Vegas. I spent a year in and out of shelters and doing odd jobs until I met Don. He took me in and got me a job with Aaron and Justin; I owe a lot to both of them. I’m happy with the way my life turned out, but I guarded my body for a long time because I couldn’t forget what it felt like to have someone try to take that from me. Then when the person who was supposed to protect me blamed me and threw me out, I felt like I had done something wrong. I think that’s why I waited, never truly trusting someone with that much power.”

I grab her chin and make her look me in the eyes. I can see the beginning of tears there, and I wish I could take the pain away. “I’m so sorry. Not because I had anything to do with it, but because I wasn’t there to stop it.” She nods her head, understanding my meaning, and I brush a stray hair away from her forehead. “Thank you for giving me that power. I promise never to use it against you.”

Leaning in, I press my lips to hers, pulling her to me and standing up in the tub. I don’t break our kiss as I step over the rim and onto the rug. As I kiss her jaw and down her neck, the water runs off us.

“We’re getting the floor wet.”

“Fuck it, I don’t care.”

Mandy laughs a little and starts to slide down my body. I move down with her, going to the floor, our bodies slippery from the bubbles. Grabbing her hips, I turn her towards the tub, so she’s bent over the side. I kneel behind her, spreading her legs wide and pulling her ass to me. “Grip the edge, kitten. I need to fuck you.”

I need to bond my body with hers and connect us as much as possible. I need to be inside her cunt. I need to mark what’s mine, what has only ever been mine.

Grabbing my cock, I line it up at her entrance and thrust in hard. She lets out a moan and grips the edge of the tub as I start to pound into her. I reach up and grab her hair with both hands, wanting to hold on to the reins. Her nipples press against the cool marble along the side of the tub, causing them to get harder with every stroke. I look down to where we are connected and see my cock sliding in and out of her tight channel. Every time I pull out, I can see her pussy gripping me, trying desperately to pull me back in. When I thrust back inside, I can see my cock being squeezed, and it makes me cum a little with every stroke. I’m having one long orgasm, constantly cumming as I fuck her.

I need her to cum with me so I can feel my ownership of her pussy. I want her cunt beating out a message in Morse code—a message begging my cock for more.

I move my hand from her hair and reach around her hip to rub her clit. It’s hard and dripping wet from the mixture of my cum and her honey. I rub her for a second before I pull my fingers away.

“No! Please, Sir, don’t stop.”

“I just need a taste, kitten.” I suck my fingers, tasting her sweetness as I lick them clean. I just need the flavor of her pussy in my mouth as I cum.

Taking my fingers out of my mouth, I put them back to her clit and she moans in appreciation. I feel her clench around my cock as I start to fuck her a little more roughly.

“Harder,” she whispers.

“Say it louder. If you want it, kitten, let me hear it.”

“Harder, Sir.” This time it’s loud enough to echo in the bathroom, and I give her what she wants. I thrust hard, my balls making smacking sounds as they hit her sticky pussy. I tighten my grip on her hair and pull her head back, exposing her neck while I keep rubbing her clit. I rub it hard, and then give it a pinch as I lean forward and bite her shoulder at the same time.

Mandy tenses and her orgasm rocks through her, loud and long. She shouts my name and that’s all it takes. I hold myself inside her, cumming at the same time. We are both lost to the feeling of complete and total bliss, molding together as one.

I don’t know how long we lie on the floor of the bathroom, connected and trying to find earth, but when I remember where I am, I smile. The devil has finally found heaven.

9

Mandy

“Please, Sir, I can’t take anymore,” I beg as he eats my pussy.

I’m cuffed to the bed and he’s been going at me for hours, but I’ve come to realize time passes in a blur when we end up tangled together in bed. Minutes have no meaning as time stands still. The outside world drops away and it’s only him and me. At least, that’s how he makes me feel.

“You take what I give you, kitten.” Pulling away from me, he prowls up my body, kissing, sucking, worshiping me the whole way until his mouth is on mine, his cock pushing inside me.

“God, your pussy gets so excited when I take you like this. Do you like knowing that I can do whatever I want to you? That you can’t stop me? I could leave you tied to our bed all day and just use you for pleasure whenever my cock gets hard again,” he grunts into my ear as he thrusts in and out of me.