My halloween sex party

The bass from the speakers was so loud I could feel it vibrating in my teeth. What started as your typical Halloween costume party at our friend Mark’s sprawling house had somehow, over the course of a few chaotic hours, morphed into something straight out of a wildest fantasy. The line between fantasy and reality had not just blurred; it had been completely obliterated. Costumes were strewn across furniture like discarded skins, and most people were either half-naked or strutting around completely in the buff, their bodies glistening with sweat under the pulsing colored lights. The air was thick with the smell of cheap beer, expensive perfume, and the raw, musky scent of sex. We’d passed couples going at it in the hallway, heard the unmistakable sounds of pleasure coming from behind half-closed bedroom doors, and glimpsed shadows moving together in the moonlit backyard. It was a full-on, no-holds-barred sex party, and my girlfriend, Chloe, and I were right in the middle of it, swept up in the electric, anything-goes atmosphere.

Chloe, dressed as a devil with horns and a tail that I found incredibly sexy, had been whispering in my ear all night. “I want to watch you get your dick sucked by another girl,” she’d breathed, her voice husky with arousal and a couple of shots of tequila. “Let’s find a girl for you. Maybe even a threesome.” The idea sent a jolt straight to my groin. We’d flirted with a few women throughout the night—a sexy nurse, a badass Wonder Woman, a pair of giggling angels—but we’d had no real luck. Either they were already attached to someone or they weren’t into the scene.

That’s when Chloe, ever the bold one, decided on Plan B. “Okay, that’s it,” she declared, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “If you want the attention, you have to own it. Strip.” Right there in the middle of the crowded living room, surrounded by writhing, semi-naked bodies, I pulled off my pirate shirt and leather pants until I was standing in just my black boxer briefs. “All of it,” Chloe insisted, her fingers hooking into the waistband. “Fuck it. No underwear.” In one swift motion, she tugged them down, and my hard-on, which had been straining against the fabric, sprang free. I was completely naked, my cock standing tall and thick, exposed to anyone who cared to look in the middle of this insane party.

We started walking around again, my heart hammering against my ribs. It was a surreal feeling, the cool air on my bare skin, the way my dick bounced with every step. But Chloe was right; in this sea of hedonism, a naked guy with a hard-on wasn’t even the main attraction. A few people glanced over, some with appreciative smiles, others with outright lust, but most were too engrossed in their own pursuits. A woman was being taken doggystyle on the pool table, her moans echoing over the music. It felt like we were living inside a porno, and the audience was everyone.

That’s when we found Laura, or rather, she found us. She was a sexy brunette leaning against the kitchen counter, wearing a cat mask but little else—just a black lace thong and pasties over her nipples. Her eyes, dark and hungry, locked onto me, and specifically, onto my cock. She licked her lips slowly, a deliberate, filthy gesture that made me throb. “Well, hello there,” she purred, her voice a low, seductive rumble. “You are a sight for sore eyes. That is a magnificent piece of equipment you’re working with.”

Chloe, sensing the opportunity, didn’t waste a second on small talk. She got incredibly direct, which was a huge turn-on. “Do you want to suck his dick?” she asked Laura, her tone leaving no room for misunderstanding. “Right here?”

Laura’s answer was immediate. “God, yes,” she gasped, and without another word, she dropped to her knees in front of me, right there on the sticky kitchen floor. The sight was unbelievably hot: this beautiful, nearly-naked stranger on her knees for me, her eyes wide with anticipation. Chloe moved behind her, gathering Laura’s thick, dark hair and holding it back from her face. “Give her a good show, baby,” Chloe whispered in my ear, her own breath coming fast.

Then Laura’s mouth was on me. Her tongue was warm and wet, and she started slowly, teasingly, licking up and down my shaft before swirling it around the head, collecting the bead of precum that had already formed. She looked up at me, maintaining eye contact as she parted her lips and took me deep into her throat. I groaned, my head falling back. The sensation was incredible—her mouth was a perfect, hot, wet heaven. She started bobbing her head, establishing a rhythm that was both skilled and desperate. One of her hands cupped and gently squeezed my balls while the other stroked the base of my cock. The filthy, wet sounds of her sucking me off mixed with the moans from the other rooms and the thumping music. I felt like the star of my own live porno, with Chloe as the director and a room full of strangers as the captivated audience. I tangled my fingers in the hair that Chloe wasn’t holding, guiding her head, not forcing, but encouraging her to take me deeper. She gagged slightly, tears welling in the corners of her eyes, but she didn’t pull back. She just took it, her throat working around me.

I was in ecstasy, my whole body tensing. “I’m gonna cum,” I grunted, my voice strained. Chloe leaned in. “Do it. Fill her mouth.” That was all the permission I needed. With a loud, guttural moan that I didn’t even try to suppress, I erupted, pumping jet after hot jet of cum down Laura’s throat. She swallowed diligently, her throat muscles working, taking every last drop without spilling a single one. When I was completely spent, she pulled back with a soft, final pop, licking her lips clean and giving the tip one last, affectionate kiss.

She stood up on slightly wobbly legs and gave me a tight, warm hug, her nearly bare body pressing against mine. “That was fucking amazing,” she breathed, her voice hoarse. Chloe, beaming with a mix of pride and arousal, asked her if she wanted to come back to our place to continue the fun. Laura sighed, genuinely disappointed. “I wish I could, but I have to be up early for my kid.” She and Chloe quickly exchanged numbers, making promises to meet up again very soon. As she walked away, she glanced back over her shoulder, giving my now-softening cock one last, longing look. Halloween, without a doubt, is the absolute best holiday for fucking. It’s officially my favorite.