Kinky Celebrations (Sexy Quick Read Collection #7)

Chapter 1 - Mike

I pick up the cape from the bed and clip it around my neck with the gold chain. Looking in the mirror, I smile at how good my costume looks on me. Even the little flash of gray in my hair fits in with my vampire outfit. The gray matches my eyes; at my age, everything seems to be turning gray.

I had considered going for something more modern; a Freddy, or a Jason—something like that. But at heart I’m more old-fashioned, and a vampire says ‘classic and stylish’ to me.

Checking my watch, I see I still have an hour until the start of the party.

More than enough time to finish up and drive over there.

Cherry’s Halloween party is always the highlight of the year, not just because of the amazing costumes and the great atmosphere, but also because it’s a freeuse sex party.

Everyone invited to it has a choice. If they want to be used in any way, they wear a green ribbon tied to their wrist. If they want to be used but not have anal, they wear a red ribbon.

This lets the other guests know they’re available for any sexual encounter.

No ribbon? Then they are the ones that are going to be watching or doing the using.

I’m very much in the “doing the using” category.

For the last three years, I’ve been going to these parties, and I’ve had a fantastic time at each of them.

There always seem to be at least a few women who go for my brand of domming, and a few times, it’s led to more adventures after the event.

It’s exhilarating to find someone that gets off on being used just as much as I crave being in control.

The parties are a safe and easy way to find like-minded people.

I’m single now; it’s been about ten years since my wife died.

We married in our late teens and were together for twenty years before she passed away suddenly from a heart condition.

We had a good life together. Neither of us wanted children and instead, we concentrated on having fun together.

And we had plenty of that before I lost her.

She had always said that I should find someone else if something happened to her, but by then I had been out of the dating scene for so long that it no longer felt like a thing I wanted to do.

People my age were mostly married, and no younger person would want to settle down with someone as old as me, so I decided that staying single was the way to go.

I made peace with the fact that my wife was the one love of my life.

I won’t be getting married again, and it’s just as unlikely that I’ll ever have a long-term relationship.

I’m more than happy to fool around and have sex.

And I think my wife would have approved of that.

When we were married, we would go to swingers’ clubs or pick up a third for a threesome, and my wife used to love watching me use a pretty young thing.

I have to admit, I also enjoyed seeing her with other women, so it worked out for both of us.

Who knows, maybe she’s up there looking down at me when I’m at the parties, happy that I’m still getting some.

I grab some packets of lube and a few condoms and head out of the house.

They usually have stuff at the party, but like consent, it’s always best to make sure.

In the past, Cherry has gotten excited about the party and forgotten little things.

And when I say excited, I mean horny as she fucked some lucky guy, forgetting her party planner duties.

At least this year, she said she’s hired helpers to make things run smoother.

As soon as I’m outside, I hear someone say my name, and look toward the voice.

I see Nancy, my next-door neighbor, getting out of her car.

She has this cute/awkward vibe going on and I smile as I notice she has her jacket caught in the car door.

She lets out a little yelp as she tries to turn, and the jacket pulls her back.

Somehow, she manages to get tangled up in her clothing and can’t seem to work out how to get unstuck.

We’ve been joking and toying with each other since she moved in a year ago, but I know it’ll never go anywhere.

With the age gap between us, it’s unlikely to work out.

Even as a casual thing, I don’t want to risk us breaking up and having awkward conversations as we pass each other.

So we just keep on flirting and making each other a little breathless.

I have jerked off a few nights thinking about her, imagining her under me and moaning as I growl into her ear that I’m going to use her. I wonder if she’s done the same.

So clumsy, I think as I watch her struggle, but somehow it makes her even more adorable.

I jog over and assist her, opening the door and helping her pull free. We end up pressed up close to each other and I get a smell of her perfume, something flowery and light. My eyes close for a second as I breathe it in and I can feel my cock hardening at her nearness.

“Thank you kindly,” she laughs and gives me a soft kiss on my cheek before stepping back.

“Always a gentleman, not always a gentle man,” I joke, giving her an exaggerated wink.

We stand there for a moment, looking at each other, and then I remember where I’m going.

She flashes me a smile and as I walk over to my car; she’s definitely checking me out. “Looking good, Mike. You make one sexy vampire.”

“You’re looking pretty good yourself,” I reply, and I mean it. She’s in her mid twenties, fit and beautiful in a classic blonde way.

“Don’t scare any virgins,” she says sternly and starts walking to her house, but she looks back over her shoulder and gives me a little wave and smile.

“Who, innocent old me? As if.”

I watch her ass swaying in her tight jeans, then shake my head and focus. Such a shame it wouldn’t work out. She would make a lovely sub to play with.

I smile as I get in my car and think to myself that anyone I hook up with tonight has little chance of being a virgin.