Chapter 4 - Willow
Once I get closer to the front door, my confidence vanishes, and I almost turn and run.
The massive three-story, white wood and stone mansion seems ominous, but the sounds of laughter and talking from inside soothe me.
There’s a sign hanging over the doorbell that says ‘Cum Inside for Pleasure,’ and I snicker.
The entryway is huge, and there’s a woman seated at a card table. Behind her is a wall of storage lockers. This is odd.
She gives me a wide smile. “Hi, I’m Bianca! Are you joining us for our freeuse Halloween party? Can I get your name?”
The guest list is why I felt safe coming to this party. Supposedly everyone has been vetted, and it’s invite only, so you have to know someone else here or the hostess. I tell her my name and she scans the list.
“Right...Willow...it says here you want to be a freeuse guest. Is that still your choice?”
I can feel my face flush and I almost trip over my words. “Y—yes.”
She gestures towards two baskets on the table. One has red ribbons and the other has green ribbons. “Which do you want—green or red? The green ribbon means anything goes. The red ribbon is if you don’t want anal. I’ll tie the ribbon to your wrist so it’s clearly visible.”
I nearly choke. Oh fuck, anal? I didn’t even consider that. Why didn’t Alice warn me? My entire body lights up as I imagine having all three of my holes filled at once, and then shake my head to clear it.
“Red, please.”
She smiles softly as she affixes the ribbon around my wrist. I stare down at it, suddenly feeling like a complete slut. Dammit, I wish Alice was here so she could assure me I’m not crazy—but then I’d have to admit to her that I’m a virgin. She thinks I fucked Oliver-the-Dipshit years ago.
“Do you want me to lock your purse up for you?”
Oh, I guess that’s what the lockers are for. “Yes, please.”
I hand over my purse with my phone in it. She turns and puts my purse in a locker and writes something on her guest list. “Okay, you’re in locker 69—how lucky for you! When you’re ready to leave, just come back and I’ll get your purse out.”
“Um, thank you.”
Dang, this place is slick. I shouldn’t be surprised, Alice said the lady has been throwing holiday parties like this for several years, so she probably has this all planned out and streamlined now. Can you imagine being rich enough to have elaborate freeuse parties multiple times a year?
Bianca’s voice is cheerful. “You’re welcome. If you have any questions or want to stop being a freeuse guest, just take the ribbon off and no one will touch you.”
My hands tremble and my knees suddenly feel weak. “Okay, thanks.”
She gestures for me to go through an archway behind her. Holy fuck, this is actually happening. I’m about to know what a cock feels like. Oh god, what if no one wants to fuck me?
There’s only one way to find out. It’s time to channel my slutty cop persona and find someone who wants to frisk me instead of the other way around.
The sounds of laughter, music, and voices get louder as I make my way past the check-in. It opens up to a hallway, and I almost trip over my boots and gasp.
What the hell? There’s a vampire fucking a French maid right in front of me—and she’s howling like she just had the best orgasm of her life.
I lock eyes with the vampire and my internal temperature rises ten degrees as my brain buzzes.
He’s every woman’s fantasy of a sexy, older vampire.
Like in the movies and books, when you imagine some guy who has lived for a thousand years and knows exactly how to please a woman?
That’s this guy. He’s easily in his mid 40s with a chiseled jaw and salt and pepper hair.
An aura of dominance surrounds him as his intense gaze holds me hostage. My pussy clenches and I can feel myself growing wetter. The way he pumps in and out of the French maid mesmerizes me. I want him to pull out of her and take me right here.
The woman in the French maid costume moans as she comes down from her high and she sounds so delighted that it snaps me out of my spell.
Oh shit, I’m just standing here staring like a freaking pervert.
Though, they’re the ones who chose this location in the middle of a potentially busy hallway, but still. ..I should give them some privacy.
I finally tear my eyes from the vampire, and step to the side and keep moving deeper into the house.
The noises of laughter, mixed with moaning, grow louder and there are some spooky Halloween decorations, but my main focus is finding someone who wants to have sex with me.
But first, I need a beverage. Watching two people fucking was thirsty work.
An archway leads to a large, open-concept living space filled with people mingling and having a grand ole time. In the far corner, there’s a bar set up with two bartenders with a large variety of options.
One bartender spots me, and we exchange smiles as I head her direction. Her tight black and red corset hugs her curves, making her waist appear tiny and her boobs extravagant. She’s gorgeous.
“Hi there! Would you like a drink? No alcohol tonight, but I make the finest mocktails this side of the train station.”
Since the train station is on the outskirts of town, I’m not sure how impressive that is, but I laugh anyway. “I’ll take anything! Just give me something festive and sweet.”
“Coming right up.”
Within a minute, she’s sliding a drink in front of me. “This is my version of a Cherry Bomb. Happy Halloween!”
She even garnished it with a cherry and a fake plastic Halloween bat. It smells like a cherry Coke, so I taste it and nod approvingly. “Perfect. Thank you.”
I barely wet my throat before someone takes the drink from my hand and puts pressure on my shoulders, forcing me to kneel. Oooooh, fuck.
I don’t get time to look at who it is, and as I sink to my knees, I encounter a hard cock and a pair of massive balls. The guy is naked from the waist down, so I don’t think it’s the vampire, plus chances are he’s still busy with his lusty maid.
The guy taps his dick on my cheek. I blink, not expecting a cock to be tossed in my face like this—though I probably should have been.
I open my mouth to object, but all I get out is a, “Hey, wha–!” before the mystery man slides his cock deep into my mouth and the tip of it touches the back of my throat.
Oliver-the-Pencil-Dick got plenty of blowjobs from me, and my mouth closes around his cock automatically.
I start sucking him, sliding my tongue along the underside of his shaft, which makes him groan.
Holy fuck, I just walked in the door and I’ve already got a cock in my mouth. It makes me feel sexy and submissive.
“Good, slutty cop. Take it all,” he encourages, and I relax my throat so he can drive in deeper.
I bob my head as he grasps my bun with his hand and thrusts into my mouth vigorously. Oh wow, this is better than I thought it would be. His pre-cum tastes tangy. It’s weird to have an anonymous guy’s cock in my throat.
“Ohhhhhhh, suck it. Such a pretty mouth. Do you like being used like a filthy slut?”
When he asks the question, my chest tightens briefly from surprise and confusion, and then my thoughts clear and I feel my body relax. No one has ever called me a filthy slut before, but it resonates deep in my soul and I realize the truth. Yes, I do like being used.
I came here tonight because I want to feel this way. I wasted too many years with Oliver-the-Douche-Nozzle, and it’s time for me to take control of my life...by surrendering for a night of pleasure.
I try to answer, but with his cock in my mouth, all that comes out is a happy gurgle and a tiny nod. Placing my hands on the man’s hips, I hold myself steady while he plows into my mouth. His cock thickens, and I flick my tongue and hollow out my cheeks to bring him more pleasure.
“Ohhhhhhh, the slut really does enjoy being used, huh? Do you want a taste of my cum?”
No answer is necessary and a moment later, he hisses in pleasure and spurts of warm cum hit the back of my throat.
I swallow it greedily. His thigh muscles quiver and his grip tightens on my bun.
His movements become erratic until he completely stills, pulling back to slide his length out of my mouth.
Cum and saliva run down my chin and I try to wipe it up with my hand while another voice behind me says, “It’s my turn to fuck the pretty slut’s mouth.”
I turn to the guy who spoke, and I encounter another dick lined up with my face – this one is attached to a fairly realistic Viking. Next to the Viking is a priest with his robe open and his cock out. Holy shit, it’s a queue of dicks for me to suck. What have I gotten myself into?
The Viking pulls my hair loose from my bun and runs his fingers through the strands, loosening them to fall in soft waves to my shoulders.
He tips my head back, and I peer up at his smirk.
I have to hold in my giggle. These guys might think I’m a freeuse slut tonight, but in reality, I’m the one using them.
Everyone who shoves their cock in me is giving me what I need and what I’ve never had before—the freedom to be a complete whore.
My drenched pussy throbs for attention, but I shove my desire aside to focus on my role for the night – I’m a cum dumpster for people to unload in. I flutter my eyelashes up at the Viking, ready to take my next dick.
He cups my chin with his thumb and index finger and guides me forward to the tip of his cock.
As his shaft slides past my lips and I taste his unique flavor of pre-cum, my brain sinks further into submission.
He holds the sides of my head and stands still, rocking me, and forcing me on and off his cock slowly.
The longer he fucks my mouth, the fuzzier my mind gets.
Before all thoughts switch off and I become the ultimate fucktoy, I have a fleeting thought that I hope the sexy, older vampire finds me.
I’m curious what a vampire’s cum tastes like.