I had been writing Ross for almost a year, and in that time, I learned a lot about him.
I learned the city in which he lived, I learned about his children, I learned many of his likes and dislikes, and, eventually, I learned his phone number.
In a particularly horny day, he gave me his phone number for a little sex chat, and I called him. I did not stay on the phone very long, having second thoughts, but I got his phone number. I even looked up his address with a reverse phone number directory on the Internet, and when my company sent me to a nearby city in Arizona, I thought I would surprise him.
This is how that adventure began. I was in town for a week in late October, early November, so I decided to call upon him on Halloween night. I had a harem girl costume that I have had since college. I have only worn it a few times since college because I get all kinds of stares.
Although the blue material is see-through, it is layered so that it is not indecent. I parked my car a couple of blocks from the house, and I started trick or treating towards the house. It was about 8:00 p.m., and I correctly guessed that his wife had taken his two children trick-or-treating for the evening.
I did not want to come earlier, because there were so many trick-or-treaters around, and by this time, the traffic had subsided. I waited for a group to finish at his house before I went to the doorstep. Once there, I rang the doorbell, and I waited for Ross to answer the door.
He opened the door, instinctively looking down for smaller guests, and I held my bag open.
"Trick or treat?" I asked.
Ross took some candy from the bowl and put it in my bag.
"Trick or treat," I repeated.
"You did not answer the question."
"I beg your pardon," came Ross' answer.
"The question means that would you like me to perform a trick on you. You gave me candy without thinking of the question. I am Debbie, the woman from Georgia you have been writing."
Ross' face froze. I winked at him and told him I was in town.
He let me in and we chit-chatted until the doorbell rang again. Ross left the living room to doll out the candy.
When he returned, I was completely naked.
"Ross, I will not leave until you butt fuck me. Your wife will find a naked lady here unless you take me know."
"You are kidding," Ross responded.
"When is the family coming back?" I asked.
"About 9:00, I suppose."
"I suggest you turn out your front light and start fucking me," I suggested.
Ross knew he had little choice. Debbie, his wife, would not believe him. I wondered what Debbie looked like. I knew we shared the same name and hair color.
That is all I knew about her. Ross went to the door to turn out the light, and I retreated to the bedroom with my costume in my hands.
When Ross went back to the living room, I called to him. He found me at the foot of his bed on his wooden bench. His face was twisted, and I could not blame him.
Here I was, supposable a friend, blackmailing him for anal sex.
He felt excited, betrayed, scared he might get caught, all in the same thought, I was sure.
"I suggest we start," I said. I kissed Ross, and he did not kiss me back.
"Ross, please, this will go better if you want to do this." I kissed him again, and he returned the kiss, not passionately, but not pure mechanically either.
He took off his shoes and started removing his pants.
"I can help you with that."
I pulled his pants to his ankles, and I saw his manhood bulging in his briefs. At least he was excited. He kicked his pants away from me, and I pulled his briefs down, exposing his penis for the first time.
I kissed it lightly at first, and then I began tonguing it hungrily.
I knew I did not want that after the anal sex, but I did not want him to come outside of my ass either.
"Just a minute," I said, as I took a pillow from the bed and laid it down on the wooden bench.
I took some K-Y jelly from my trick-or-treat bag (it was part of the thick) and squeezed out some, then applied it to my asshole.
I lay on the bench, and declared, "I am ready."
Ross touched the globes of my butt for the first time and shivers went up my spine. He firmly grasped my cheeks, separated them, and guided his heat-producing missile home.
It was a tight fit, as I normally do not let men into my ass. I am a strange bird and I do not consider being unfaithful if a guy has not penetrated my vagina.
Ross started slowly. At this moment, I am wondering if I made a mistake. This is a bit painful, and I do not know that much about this guy in my ass. He applies a bit more pressure, and all of a sudden he is all of the way inside of me.
"Ooooowwww," I vocalize.
"This is really nice."
"Are you okay," Ross asked.
"Sure, I have you in my ass and this feels really good."
"I am beginning to like this, too."
"It is 8:30, sweet pea," I reminded him.
His pace quickened. I was not sure if he was going faster because of the threat of his wife coming home early, or that he wanted to come inside of me, even if it was my ass. My hole was on fire. I hurt and felt good at the same time.
I wanted this feeling to last forever, to be over at the same time. So many contradictory feelings at once. At last he began making small, guttural sounds.
He stopped for a second, and I felt him shoot his semen into me. Two seconds, and another squirt, another second and another squirt.
I nuzzled my butt into him, and he reached around to cradle me, his hands touching my breasts for the first time. "Thank you," Ross whispered in my ear.
"You are a great fuck."
With that, he squeezed my breasts again.
"I bet you say that to all of the brunettes you nail." I felt his penis harden when I said that. Not completely stiff, but harden.
"We need to get cleaned up," I reminded Ross. He got dressed and cleaned up before me, and he went into the other area of the house, presumably to turn the light back on and continue to dole out candy. I got back into my costume, freshened up my hair in the master bathroom.
I saw an atomizer on the counter, which I presume from the level of perfume left in it, was his wife's everyday perfume. I sprayed a bit on my wrist, and transferred some of the scent to my neck. I entered the living room, sensing that Ross wanted me out of the house. It was 8:50 p.m., and I knew that he wanted me gone.
We kissed briefly by the door, and as we were leaving, I mentioned that I would like to have dinner with he and his wife tomorrow evening.
"Are you crazy?" Ross stammered. I reached into my trick-or-treat bag and pulled out a tape recorder, turning it off as I took it in my hand.
"I just love listening to myself afterwards. It really gets the juices flowing."
He knew we were going to have dinner.
I gave him my number at the hotel, and asked him to fill me in on whatever lie he would have to tell his wife for the meeting to take place.
The doorbell rang, and Ross handed candy to the trick-or-treaters.
I left after them, wondering about the following night.
I have found a new, free sex game (new to me, not new to everyone). It is called Viva-Ponata.
If you have not heard of it, you can check it out at the following link:
If you use the link, I get credit for the referral (if you reach level 5), and I get 25 diamonds (which is a type of currency in the game).
The game is a sort of a sexual simulation game. You pick your name, you can earn money by performing various illegal acts (selling Viagra, stolen DVDs, turning tricks). And you also can enhance your appearance (which adds to your beauty, so you can get a better job, for instance). I am a fairly tame character in real life, so this allows me to let my hair down. I mean, I look forward to turning tricks – someone has to choose your ass among all the prostitutes working the streets.
I am by no means an expert at the game, but it is a fun diversion. If you want to try it, sign up (free), and write me or my online spouse. We can help you out.
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