The only thing that makes her costume look like a witch’s outfit is the hat. Everything else is just a slutty dress on a girl looking for a good time. The blush that hit her cheeks didn’t seem so slutty, but her dress is saying something else. Her dress tells me she’s horny and needs some dick. But her innocent blush is saying she’s a good girl looking for a bad boy for the night. I’m more than willing to give her all she can handle and more. I’ll give her all ten inches of me, deep into her warm cunt. Whether she lets me or not, it’ll be mine.
I openly roam my eyes over her body, not even trying to hide it. If she wants to dress like a whore, I’m going to look my fill and let her know I like what I see. When I finally pull my eyes back to hers, she looks even shyer.
I reach over to the bar, pushing her half-full glass away from her. “I want you to remember everything I’m going to do to you tonight. I won’t have it hazy because you drank too much. I want you to know every detail of me fucking you.”
Her breathing picks up at my words, making her lick her plump red lips. She likes my dirty talk, her body coming alive at my words. Gone is her annoyance at my dismissing her next drink, and it’s replaced by desire. Just what I expected. This is almost too easy.
“You’re cocky.” She grins when she says it. Playfully trying to poke me. She has no idea who she’s playing with given the things I’ve been picturing doing to her all night. Her voice makes my cock jerk in my pants, and the need gets stronger. Fuck. Just a look and she has me wanting to cum all over myself. I’m really starting to think the witch costume isn’t really a costume at all.
Ignoring her, I lean into her body, placing my hand on her thigh. Her legs open a little on their own, as if her body knows what I’m about to do. She’s showing me how much she likes my touch and how much she needs some attention. It’s making this that much easier. I take the opening to slide my hand further up her legs until I reach her silk panties. I touch just the tip of my finger against her, and I start to tease her with little strokes. After only a few secret touches, her panties dampen and her clit hardens for me. Her slutty cunt is begging for some dick. I’ve got one more than willing to oblige.
I need to get her out of here. There are prying eyes everywhere, and I need to get her away from the crowd and all the people paying attention to us. I don’t blame them; I couldn’t keep my eyes off her either. But what we have in store for her, no one needs to see. I feel the wicked grin spread across my face, and I lean in closer to whisper in her ear.
“I’m going to show you just how cocky I can be. All night.”
She pushes herself into my hand, but I pull back a little. I won’t make her cum here; she could get what she wants, then change her mind. I have to get her out of here before I seal the deal.
She lets out a little frustrated grunt when I pull my hand away from her warmth and slide it out of her dress, back down to her knee.
“You want to cum? I’ll make you cum all night. I’ll have you cumming over and over until your body can’t take any more.”
She looks at me, and I can see her debating the suggestion. She’ll come with me, even if she doesn’t want to. You don’t come to a bar like this, dressed like she is, all alone on Halloween and not want to get fucked. It’s why she’s here, and I’m going to give it to her even when she’s begging me to stop.
“Okay,” she finally whispers, and I know I’ve got her. I didn’t want to have to carry her out of here kicking and screaming, so this makes my job that much easier. The blood rushes to my head, the pounding loud in my ears. I’ve got to get her out of here. Now. I start to pull her up, but she stops me. “My tab.”
I take my wallet out from my back pocket, grab a hundred dollar bill, and toss it on the bar. No way are her drinks more than that in a place like this.
“I don’t even know your name,” she says, a blush rising on her cheeks yet again. She’s so innocent and sweet. This is going to be so much better than I expected.
“Dante.”
“I’m Sabrina.”
I don’t give her a chance to change her mind, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her off the stool. I pull her close, not wanting anyone to touch her as we make our way to the back of the bar.
“But I’m parked out front.” She protests for a second, but I pull her closer to me so she can’t retreat.
“We’re taking my car.” I feel her body tense against me, but she doesn’t try to get away. There’s no going back now, and I need to get her out of here as fast as possible.
The crowd parts for us as we walk through the sea of drunk, half-naked bodies. When we make it to the back hallway I push open the door, and push us through. I turn, slamming it closed behind us and making sure no one followed. We walk into the dark alley, only a small outdoor light makes it possible for me to see her.
“I don’t know if I can do this.” She starts to pull away, but I wrap my arm around her tighter. “Maybe this was a mistake.”
“Having a change of mind, sweetheart?” I ask as I push her up against the brick wall of the bar. Her brown eyes grow big, her dark hair looking black in the night. I can feel fear rolling off her, and it only excites me further, making cum leak from my cock.