Happy Halloween

Happy Halloween

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Clay's birthday is on Halloween and he is feeling a bit nostalgic for his old school days. His girlfriend quickly pulls him out of his funk when she dresses up for some fun Halloween role playing.

Summary

Clay's birthday is on Halloween and he is feeling a bit nostalgic for his old school days. His girlfriend quickly pulls him out of his funk when she dresses up for some fun Halloween role playing.

Content

Submitted: October 30, 2014

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Submitted: October 30, 2014

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"What would you like to do today for your birthday?" she asked.  Clay didn't celebrate birthdays anymore - he didn't like to acknowledge the fact that time was passing.  Besides, his birthday, October 31st, had always been overshadowed by Halloween. When he was a kid it was fun but the Halloween themed kid parties got old after a while. Although he had to admit he truly did miss those Halloween parties in his young adult years where the pretty college or business school girls wore skimpy costumes that always seemed to embolden them sexually. Surprisingly that continued into his early career days. He must have gotten lucky every Halloween for 15 years back then. How he missed those days. "Nothing" he said. "Aw, what's up hon? You ok?" Brenda asked. "I'm ok" said Clay. "Just feeling a little nostalgic for my school days", he told her. "Ok, well we can stay in and just plan on dinner then if that's what you want", she said. 

Two hours later she caught him completely off guard.  He looked up as she knocked and opened the door to his home office. Immediately his heart began to beat harder.  While they had talked about role play it hadn't happened yet, but, oh, was it about to!  Brenda had very artfully combined a smart and sassy business look with a school uniform look. It was working well.  Clay was immediately aroused.  "I was told to come to the Principal's office right away, Mr. Martin." She wore a red and black plaid, pleated mini-skirt with a tight short-sleeved, collared, untucked, button-front white blouse. He briefly wondered how she had found that blouse - it even had a school emblem on the upper left side. But he was distracted from that thought almost immediately. It was tight and freshly ironed and although she also wore attached black suspenders he could see around the suspenders enough to know there was nothing else but skin under that blouse.  She wore a very loosely knotted black men’s tie for a little extra naughtiness to the costume. Her white knee sock stockings came just up to her knees and she wore a pair of 3 inch black patent leather pumps with a strap and thick heels. She was wearing glasses and her hair was braided on two sides.  She was carrying three textbooks. Brenda left no detail undone. He so loved that about her right now. 

"Come in Miss Jones. Have a seat."  As she sat in the chair across from his desk and crossed her leg over her knee, her skirt hiked up just short of the treasure under it.  He wondered if she had any panties on and what they looked like if she did. "Well, what's this about Mr. Martin? I know I missed detention yesterday but I have a very good reason for having done so."  "Miss Jones", said the Principal, "You know what our policy is here.  No excuses.  If you miss detention you must take 3 paddles instead."  He noticed her large, erect nipples beginning to pop out from that blouse.  His cock began to grow as his eyes focused on trying to view the nipples on the side of those damn suspenders.  "Well, I thought just this once we might come up with an alternative. I had a very good reason!"  "I'm sorry but we simply can't go against policy" said Mr. Martin. 

She put her books on his desk and walked over to the closet. Clay watched her skirt swish around her ass as she did so. Brenda opened the door and grabbed the paddle (which she had stashed there earlier that afternoon). She saw the slight look of very pleasant surprise in Clay's eyes. It was a shorter paddle, more like a ping pong paddle but made of a solid teak wood. It was smooth and oval shaped, almost balloon shaped with a handle. She walked over to the armless leather desk chair he was in and said "Should I lay over your lap like last time, Mr. Martin?"  "Yes dear, and again I'm sorry Miss Jones but you know we abide by a strict policy here at the Academy.  If you break the rules you get punished."  "I understand, Mr. Martin." And after she handed him the paddle she adjusted her suspender straps with her thumbs so they were resting around the outside of her breasts which ended up squeezing them slightly together. Her erect nipples were popping through the fabric of that blouse and her thumbs stopped to caress them as she moved the straps aside. Clay noticed she squeezed her thighs together involuntarily and then she turned and lay across his lap with her hands touching the floor. Her breasts were hanging right off his left thigh and the minimal view he was getting of them between the crease of that blouse as the black tie hung forward was all the more tantalizing because he couldn't see everything he knew was there.  He held the paddle in his left hand and let his right hand touch the back of her thighs.  He moved it slowly up her ass as he lifted the skirt. "Miss Jones", he scolded, "I have told you before that panties are a mandatory part of the uniform here at the Academy.  I will need to give you extra punishment for breaking that rule." He took the paddle into his right hand and gave her a hard swat on the ass. He had a huge erection.  

Brenda whimpered slightly and Clay grabbed the bottle of baby oil he had on his desk that he had been using earlier to get some paint off his hands. He lightly rubbed the red spot on her ass with the oil to soothe her. But he could also see her pussy was getting juicy. He swatted her again with the paddle. The sound of it was delicious. He softly rubbed her ass cheeks and pinched and cupped them in his hand. She twitched and he knew she was aroused. His index finger lightly tickled her ass crack. He then took the first two fingers of his right hand and worked them down under to her pussy.  She moaned as he moved his fingers around inside her getting them wet and juicy and then he gently slid them into her pussy. He grabbed her braids with his other hand and raised her head up.  He continued to move his fingers around in a scissor motion inside of her and she began to utter soft and sexy guttural moans. 

Clay couldn't contain the bulge in his pants any longer.  "Miss Jones, I'm sorry but I'm going to need to remove my pants and belt as you are causing my belt to dig into my skin and my pants to bunch up in this position. Please stand up."

He unbuckled his belt, put it on the desk and dropped his pants. "Now please, back into position for your remaining paddles." She complied but not before hiking her skirt up and he shuddered as her skin touched his bare hard cock. His left arm reached down and pinched her left nipple hard.  She squirmed in his lap and he grabbed the paddle and hit that gorgeous ass again. She jumped and he felt her pussy clench over his cock, intensifying his erection.  He leaned over and bit her gently on the ass and then he grabbed her braids again with his right hand lifting her head and reached between her breasts and ripped that blouse open with his left.  He reached under the tie and went back and forth between each nipple squeezing and rubbing them between his thumb and forefinger. She began to writhe around on his lap and his cock was being massaged by her tummy and the soft mound of her pussy as she moved. He let go of her hair and moved his fingers back down under her and began roughly massaging her clit.  He held her on his lap by her breasts and pussy. She suddenly spread her legs apart so his fingers had a little more room and she bucked a little as she came, squirting. The pleasurable moan she made when she came turned him on more than anything in the world. His fingers were dripping with her love juice and he brought them up to his nose and mouth and after deeply breathing in her musky scent he put both fingers into his mouth and licked her juices off.  

Her scent and taste and sounds made him crazy - he couldn't think - he had to have her.  "Stand up" he said. "Straddle me", and as she did he grabbed her hips and guided his hard cock into her wet and ready pussy. Brenda kept her feet placed on the floor and pouring some of the baby oil on her hands began playing with her own breasts pinching and pulling on her nipples for him - he thrust into her as she danced back and forth on his cock.  Clay moaned while she continued to twist and squeeze her nipples.  He buried his face in her breasts sucking her nipples as she wrapped her arms around his neck and sat on his lap. He reached down and rubbed his hands up and down along her thighs and ass pulling her towards him. She helped by wrapping her legs around the chair and using them to help him thrust deep into her. 

Those knee socks. Those black heels. That sassy little skirt. Her warm and tight and juicy pussy. He felt transported back to those youthful school days. He couldn't contain himself any longer and grabbing her ass cheeks pulled her deeply into him and exploded inside her. They were finally still. "Happy Birthday, Clay" she whispered in his ear before she guided his head up and gave him a long, deep and wet kiss...


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