Make-Up Sex

Oct 15, 2021
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Updated: Jan 4, 2022

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Have you ever had to sit perfectly still in front of the most beautiful woman in the world for an hour every day for a month without touching her? Let me tell you, it’s hell and heaven all mixed into one.

I signed up to work this haunted house after my buddy bullied me into it, and then he dropped out. Typical. But I mean, it was too late for me. I was already hooked. Besides, I could use the extra cash and nobody was having any good parties this year.

I just never expected to meet the love of my life.

Okay, okay, I know, I barely know her. And I swear this isn’t just because half the time while she’s applying prosthetics to me I’m staring down her shirt with a front-row view of her tits. But you could not sculpt better tits.

Though funny enough, she is a master tit sculptor. She used to work at one of those realistic human-sized doll shops. Right, enough, I know. Sorry. I swear I’m not just all about tits.

We had one more night left in the haunted house maze, it was All Hallow’s Eve’s… Eve. I didn’t know if it would be weird if I asked her out and all, so me being the nerd I am I went around to everyone in the maze asking advice.

“Dude, you can’t ask her out,” Anderson said in between bites of the fries they sold out of the food truck next door, feeding them one by one through the gap in his prosthetic “That’s like sexual harassment or something.”

“Even if she never has to see me again? Not like we’ll have any reason to see each other after the clock strikes midnight.

He hit me on the back of the head without breaking his pace on the fries. He looked like a monkey, and I know it’s pretty childish to say he smelled like one too, but they did not wash our costumes more than once a week and the man was a sweat factory. He was also a huge health nut and believed that if he washed too often, it would ruin his immune system or something… so you can imagine how bad it smelled around him.

That’s why I wasn’t eating.

“Fine, if you wanna risk a lawsuit, go for it, but don’t tell anyone you even thought about consulting me about this. Do you know how many HR meetings I’ve had to sit through?”

“For working a haunted house?”

“No, dipshit, for the five other jobs I have. Did you have to sit through an HR meeting? I don’t fucking think so or you wouldn’t have this dumbass idea.”

He rather emphatically squashed his fries into the ketchup, and sent it splattering all over the both of us.

“Jesus, Anderson, we’ve only got one more night, I don’t need the extra special effects!”

“Shove off, creep!”

“There’s no way!” She laughed, applying the pros-aide to a piece of prosthetic that was destined for my chest.

“I guess I just never got around to watching it.”

“You never watched the old X-Men show? Oh come on, I grew up on that. It’s a classic.”

I laughed with her and shrugged. “I guess it was before my time.”

She hit me playfully on the chest, which was bare in preparation for the makeup application. I sucked in a breath.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to hit that hard.”

Nice. I had to choose between admitting she turned me on with barely a tap or pretend I was a wimp. I laughed it off and rubbed at the place she hit.

“You got a mean left hand,” I said.

“Aww, you want me to kiss it better for you?” She joked.

My heart thudded in my chest, my cock twitched, and I saw something flick across her eyes too. She probably regretted saying that.

“Can’t believe our last day is tomorrow,” I offered, changing the subject.

She took her paintbrush and applied the pros-aide glue to my chest around where the prosthetic was supposed to sit. It was a delightful torment every night to watch her bend her head close to my chest and blow softly to speed the process in making it tacky.

“Yeah, it’s funny, working here consumes our whole lives just for like a month and a half and then we’re done, that’s it.”

“Yeah,” I said a little too gruffly. She lifted her head, waved her hand a few times over the application area, then turned to pick up the prosthetic. My nerves were on fire, more tonight than any other because the end was so near. Because every cell in my body was pulsing for me to make a move before it was too late. Anderson got in my head, though, and it held me back.

She spun around and pressed the prosthetic to my skin, her fingers smoothing down the edges. Her touch was delicate and firm all at once, and as her nails curled and brushed against my skin I nearly jumped.

Oh god, gotta think of something completely unsexy.

I tried staring at the masks on the wall but then I started thinking about fucking her while wearing one and that didn’t help. Normally I would think about something gory but it all led back to her making the special effects and then applying them to me and it was this endless cycle of getting me hard all over again.

“—quiet today,” she murmured, looking up at me from the place at my abs where she’d started to apply the color to.

Not that angle. I was going to die today, or at least get fired for indecency. I tried to clear my mind of the image I had of her coming up from just sucking my cock, her lips pouty and dripping with my cum.

“Just distracted,” I bit out, my voice a little hoarse.

What a big fuckin’ lie. I couldn’t do anything but think about her no matter how hard I tried.

She looked like she was about to say something, but pressed her lips together and went back to work.

I wish I could have focused enough to talk with her. One more night after this and we were finished, there’d be no reason to see each other again. But every moment I had to keep myself in check. Her hands were all over me—gentle, teasing touches all over my torso. I should have been inoculated against the lust I felt with each touch after over a month of this, but it felt new and exciting each time, especially now with tomorrow being the last time I’d ever experience this sweet torment.

I gasped as she outlined my abs with a paintbrush, and twitched away from her.

“Ticklish today?” she chuckled.

“Yeah, I guess. Sorry.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, of course not. I need to look extra spooky for the last two nights.”

“As long as you’re fine with it,” she laughed.

She kept at it with the paintbrush, and I managed to hold myself together for a grand total of half of the strokes. She was giggling at each of my reactions at first, but I think she might have realized what was happening to me because she got quiet and seemed much more focused the further in she got.

When she was done, she pulled out her airbrush and did my face makeup. Asked me to close my eyes as she applied the makeup there. She stepped between my legs to get close, to see the details of her work and with my eyes closed I was hit with the image of pulling her close, teasing her back with gentle caresses in retribution for a month of blissful torture. I imagined kissing her eyelids with the gentleness of the airbrush gun, then kissing softly at her mouth. The kiss would deepen, and I’d run my hands through her hair, undo her apron and free her breasts from her bra. I’d swirl my tongue around her nipples to see how she’d react, and bite down just hard enough to make her moan.

I felt her step back and kept my eyes closed.

“Uh…Vince?” She asked weakly.

I fluttered my eyes open to see her staring down at my giant fucking erection.

I jumped up immediately and excused myself to the bathroom.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. FUCK!

Even the embarrassment wasn’t softening it. I took one look at the stains and puddles on the floor, debating if I could focus just a little too hard on the grime in the bathroom to tamp down my erection, but figured if I rubbed one out I might be better off. At least it was empty.

I hid myself in a stall and pulled out my dick, which was still more than half hard after all that. I braced myself against the wall, spit into my hand, and started to stroke. I hissed as sensation flooded through me.

I imagined her painting me, running her brush all along my oversensitized body. How I’d grab her wrist and bring it to my lips. Hold her hands behind her back as I nibbled her ear. Push her up against a wall, reach under her skirt to find her just as hot for me as I was for her. Dip my fingers in that sopping cunt and taste the juices. Slide my dick between her legs and pound her hard to show what all her teasing had done to me.

My breath grew ragged. Lost in the fantasy, I came pretty hard into the toilet. God, this was so embarrassing, jacking off at work. As if I could barely control myself, like I was fourteen again or something. I wiped up the mess and settled myself back in. I felt sweaty and cold from shame, but definitely better for having relieved the tension.

I carefully washed my hands, trying not to wash off the work Alexa had already done on them. Tried to wash off the guilt too. How uncomfortable must it be to have some asshole get hard from touching them when you’re just trying to get your work done?

I could barely look at her when I returned, and we were both quiet as she finished up. Every now and then I’d hear her suck in a breath, and look up just enough to see those highly fuckable lips open as if to say something, then decide better of it, and instead say nothing.

“See you later,” she murmured passively once she finished. Usually she sent me off with a fist bump and a joke, but I’d fucked that up.

It being the night before the big day, all the guests were super wild. I was exhausted, and our line got so long I didn’t get out until 3:30am and now it was officially Halloween. Still had to get the prosthetics taken off, unfortunately, so I dragged myself into the makeup room and plunked down in the chair as soon as it was empty. Usually I was one of the first people in the chair, but tonight I was the last. There were only a few others packing up their things, but otherwise it was just me and Alexa. Great. Normally that would be a gift, but not after I fucked everything up earlier.

“How was it?” she asked, pouring the pink remover into a cup.

“Exhausting,” I sighed. I honestly felt like a zombie, which was good because I was way less likely to have a repeat of earlier.

“I bet! I saw all those people. You probably still killed it, though,” she said, swirling her brush in the pink fluid. “Hold this.”

I held out my hand to hold the cup and my muscles ached to do anything. She sounded like she was almost forcing her words out. Fuck, I was such a fucking fuck up. I didn’t even care at this point that I’d ruined my chances with her, more that I’d made her so obviously uncomfortable.

“You excited to be done tomorrow?” I asked her.

She paused first, looking up to me from where she worked. She brushed the liquid under the prosthetic to remove it gently. It came off pretty easily with how much I’d sweated, but there were still parts that struggled to release and pulled a bit at my skin as she brushed.

“I dunno. I’m gonna miss everyone. And I’m sad for the season to be over.”

My heart lept a little but then crashed. She couldn’t mean me. That must have been her hesitation.

We were quiet again, both of us fatigued from the night. The last of the stragglers left with a far too energetic goodbye that left us both giggling. Everyone was quick to leave tonight, either to party at Denny’s despite how tiring the night had been, or to get extra sleep before our final big night.

“I don’t know how they have that much energy,” she mused, shaking her head.

“Beats me,” I agreed.

With no one left besides us two, tension filled the air again. I stilled myself as she leaned in close to remove the prosthetic around my face. I closed my eyes, partially to stop the remover from getting in my eyes but also because I was just so tired. I was enveloped by the smell of latex, the slightly sweet smell of the remover, and the smell of the lavender lotion she used. I inhaled deeply, trying to take in more of her scent. It was as close as I was ever gonna get to her now.

Suddenly, I felt her press a wet cloth to my chest, removing the paint she’d airbrushed on earlier. My eyes popped open. Usually she had me wash my own makeup off. She was much gentler about it than I ever was to myself. Her brow was furrowed, as if she was concentrating deeply. I was afraid to ask her why, happy to have this extra bit of intimacy between us. I felt pampered. I was now incredibly grateful I was so worn out or I don’t know how I’d have controlled myself with her hands wiping down every inch of my torso. As it was, I had to distract my thoughts as she rubbed past my nipples, my ears. Too sensitive there.

Finally, all she had left was my face, and she worked gently to remove it all, being extra tender around my lips. She ran a thumb across my lips, sending warmth through my whole body. What was happening?

Her breath danced across my skin as she leaned in close, sending tingles down my neck. Her lashes fluttered, and in another moment our lips were pressed together. Holy shit she was actually kissing me. She made the move. She’s into me!

I groaned against her, shock and relief flooding my senses. Unable to hold back, I reached my hands out to pull her close against me, between my legs. Our lips moved against each other with aching tenderness. I was afraid to do more, afraid to scare her off. She tasted better than I could have ever imagined. Her lips were so soft, so perfect. My hand slid up her back and I weaved my fingers into the hair at the back of her neck, clawing my hand softly to pull lightly. She moaned, and with her mouth open I couldn’t resist sneaking my tongue in to massage hers. She pressed closer to me, trapping her gorgeous fucking tits against my chest.

With a shaky breath, we pulled apart, and looked into each other’s eyes. Her eyes were dark and hooded. There was a blush that traveled from her cheeks and down her chest. She teased her bottom lip between her teeth, then spoke.

“I’ve kinda had a crush on you this whole time,” she admitted bashfully.

I sucked in a breath and smiled. Probably more like grinned from ear to ear. I couldn’t have been happier.

“And here I was trying to figure a way to ask you out for weeks,” I chuckled. “I’m so glad I didn’t freak you out with that… whole thing earlier.”

“Ha! I can be really oblivious. Sometimes I need something right in front of my face to see when people are attracted to me. Like you know, just out there in the open practically poking me in the face.”

“Oh God, I was so embarrassed. I—”

“What did you do when you ran off?” she whispered, moving her head to press light kisses down my neck.

This woman was going to be the death of me. Now I was very not okay with being so tired. I wanted to give her everything she deserved. All of my blood was rushing into my dick and I was starting to get woozy between that and the fatigue.

“Uh… I… dealt with it.”

She nipped at my neck. Fuck.

“How?” she urged.

“I ah… went into the bathroom and… jerked off.”

“Uh huh,” she murmured into my neck, trailing up to my ear. Her breath was hot, sending tingles down my spine. “What did you think about?”

She nibbled at my ear and I felt like I was going to fall off the chair. I dug my fingers into her for support.

“You,” I gasped. “Taking you in my arms, running my hands all over you, fucking you right here, regardless of everyone watching.”

Her hand moved down to my crotch and I felt like I was gonna die when she stroked me through my costume pants.

I pressed my head against hers and stroked small circles into her waist with my thumb while she tickled her fingers over my erection. We were both breathing heavily.

“Fuck, I’m so tired. I’m so sorry,” I groaned.

“But you’re definitely into this?”

“God yes,” I gasped as her fingers danced up to my waistline, tugging at the fabric. I lifted my ass to allow her to pull it down.

“Stay seated, then,” she instructed, taking my hand and settling it on my cock. At her urging, I began to stroke. I was so tired, but I almost felt spelled by her seduction.

She backed away, and I furrowed my brow in confusion, trying to understand if I was supposed to keep stroking myself or stop. She lifted her arms high above her head, and then turned around. I could see the way her back muscles worked as her hands came down to untie the top knot of her apron, then as those gorgeous muscles shifted when she brought her hands back behind to untie the lower knot. She spun around with her fingers still working to untie, and I was floored by the way her breasts were pressed forward, barely held in by the thin tank top she wore.

“Fuck, you’re a work of art,” I breathed, barely aware of my own hand stroking my cock.

She chuckled in a way I felt tighten my balls, and the apron fell to the ground. I was completely entranced by her, couldn’t look away if I tried. She had me bewitched, body and soul. Her hands pulled at the hem of her tank top and she pulled it over her head, exposing the soft curves of her belly, revealing further how poorly her bra was able to restrain those gorgeous breasts. Next, she put her thumbs into her pants and shimmied out of her leggings.

She wasn’t wearing underwear. I was immediately gifted with the sight of her dark curls. I wanted to bury my face below them and lose myself to tormenting her arousal. I groaned at the thought, spreading the pre-cum that was leaking fast from my tip down over the shaft so I could stroke faster.

“You like watching me, don’t you?” she teased, running her hands all over her body.

“Yes,” I panted.

“I want you to come without even touching me,” she admitted, straining her hands behind her back to undo her bra. A nipple popped out from the cup before she even had the thing off. She was undoing me, too. “Show me how you pleasured yourself before.”

There she was, standing before me, completely naked, surrounded by the make up tables, and all the masks that were airing out before the big night. There was something so thrilling, so fucking hot about her in the midst of all these horrific images. As if each of the monsters were looking in on us, as if they too were ogling her.

“Will you touch yourself?” I begged, my skin burning with desire.

She pulled a blood-stained cloak from the costume rack and lay back on it, spreading her legs. I was salivating at the sight of her pussy, seeping with arousal. She held herself up on one hand as she teased a hand around those swollen lips, dragging the wetness to her clit and circling there. She was so wet for me, I wanted so badly to crawl to her on the floor and slide inside her. I squeezed and tugged at my cock, desperate for the sensations of her pussy clenching down on it.

“There’s lotion on the table,” she whispered, her voice a little unsteady.

I shook my head, unable and unwilling to look away long enough to make this easier on me. She sank two slender fingers into her slit and moaned. One tit bounced as she worked her fingers into her vagina, the other held captive by the press of the arm she was using. Her skin was dewy from sweat, from the effort of plunging her fingers deep inside her. I fought to keep myself from coming just at the sight of her then and there.

When I came this time, I wanted it to be with her.

She slipped a third finger inside, and teased at her clit with her thumb. I watched hungrily as she worked, taking note of every movement, filing it away for later when she’d let me have a turn. Her hips twisted against the cape, and she let out a throaty whimper as she released her supporting hand, falling onto her back. She dragged the hand along her stomach muscles until she got to her breast, which she covered with her hand. Her hand was so small in comparison to the size of her tits, it only made me harder. She began to twist and squeeze, then abusing her nipple by pinching and pulling at it. Her desperate panting filled my ears, and when it sounded like she was finally on the precipice, I began to stroke myself in time with each little whimper.

Her blue eyes looked up to me, hooded with lust. Her lips were parted, nearly raw from the anxious way she bit at them as she worked herself to a frenzy. I shook, waiting for her to let go, then finally, she threw her head back and her whole body seized. She released a delicate keening as her hands continued to work through her orgasm, pushing me over the edge.

Tendrils of cum shot out from my dick, and it was only after the spurts landed on her and the cape that I thought to catch it.

“Shit!” I yelped, fire and electricity surging through my whole being. I leaned back into the chair, my hips bucking as I continued to ejaculate.

Exhausted and sated, I slumped against the chair. I felt like my world was going out from under me.

No, I was actually falling backwards. I shouted and twisted, trying to protect my head from hitting the floor, and managed to land on my forearm. It stung.

“Vince!” Alexa cried out, her voice preceding the erotic form of her naked body leaning over me. Even discombobulated, I was drawn to those immaculate curves, and my eyes traced them until I saw the cum clinging to her skin. “Are you alright?”

“So good,” I answered, pulling myself up so I could lick the fluid from her leg. She gasped and fell back on one hand. I didn’t stop until I’d lapped it all up from her stomach too, and the one tit I’d defiled.

“Unh—oh god, Vince,” she moaned, threading her hands through my hair.

Unable to resist, I took her nipple in my mouth, licking and sucking at it before taking it in my teeth. I knew she liked a bit of abuse from the way she fondled herself. She fell back, and her arm hit a table, knocking a few paint bottles to the ground.

“Crap, we shouldn’t do this in here.”

I growled my agreement as I scooped her up into my arms before falling to my knees. I was way too tired to carry her. Fuck. Here I was trying to be all sexy and my arms were all noodles. My dick at this point, too, after watching her masturbate.

“Sorry,” I grunted, still holding her close. She caressed my cheek, and I closed my eyes to try and regain my strength.

“You look so tired,” she murmured, kissing my lips gently. “We don’t have to do this now. There’s always tomorrow. Or maybe a day you’re not completely exhausted.”

I let out a shaky breath. I knew I was acting like I’d never get this chance again. But she said she liked me too. She stirred me all up, twisted me all around. I wanted so badly to impress her, to give her everything.

“Are you sure?” I sighed, releasing my hold on her.

“Absolutely, I don’t want you falling asleep while I ride you,” she assured, leaning in against my ear. Her words went straight to my dick, and the poor thing pulsed to half hardness. I groaned, too aching to be this turned on.

“Fuck, you better get off of me because I don’t know how to stop now that I’ve had a taste of you,” I grumbled, my hands still mindlessly wandering her curves.

“I like the sound of that,” she said, grinning as she pulled away.

I couldn’t believe my luck. I passed the fuck out as soon as I got home, and woke up on Cloud 9. Not only did Alexa feel the same way, but wow—watching her pleasure herself, the promise of what was still to come… I couldn’t wait to go back to work, to not have to worry about if I was making her uncomfortable.

But now I was worried about the future. I really liked this girl. She was smart, had a wicked humor, and again, holy fuck, the way she made me feel. I know it was only one night, but there was a whole month of sexual tension building up to that so of course there were stakes now. Mostly that I’d never get to see her again if I played this wrong. And I still hadn’t had sex with her, hadn’t gotten to touch her properly. Hadn’t even gotten a proper date out of her, just the promise of one. But she seemed to really like me, I thought. I was so excited to see her

So when I got to my makeup chair, and Fred, the second-in-command for makeup walked up to me and started prepping my prosthetics, I completely deflated.

“What happened to Alexa?” I asked, trying to hide the panic in my voice.

“Dunno. Some kind of emergency.”

Fuck. I hadn’t even gotten her number yet so I could check in on her. I was anxious as fuck the whole way through makeup, and once I got into the haunted house I was even worse off. I started kind of taking it out on the guests, and I guess I’d sweated a little too hard from all the exertion that my face fell off. The prosthetic one, I mean.

Just my luck. What a great way to go out on the final freakin’ night.

I stormed out of my room and into the makeup area.

There she was.

All the tension rushed out of me, and in its place hope. Desire. Holy fuck so much desire.

“You’re here,” I breathed. She grinned back at me. “What happened? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. You know how people are on Halloween, they just go kinda crazy. There was this asshole driver who kept trying to drive people off the road and he finally hit one, so I pulled over to help. And to put in my information for the police report.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah. So. Your face fell off.”

I blushed. “Got a little intense tonight.”

“It is All Hallow’s Eve. If there’s ever a time to go wild…”

“Yeah. I guess. I got a little worried about you.”

“Cheaper than therapy, and hey, you get paid.”

I laughed and took a seat on the makeup chair. There wasn’t anyone else in there. One of the makeup artists always hung out for touch-ups as needed, so I guess it was her turn. My throat felt thick, and I felt hot all over despite the chill I got from being sweaty in cold weather. Sometimes feelings can really make you feel like you’re sick or something.

“You know…” Her eyes glanced to the door, which was closed so none of the guests would come in unexpectedly. “I’ve always thought you were pretty sexy in this costume.”

I felt my ears turning red. “Yeah?” I choked out.

“Mhmm,” she answered, taking the prosthetic from my hands and placing it on the table. “Only thing is, though, I don’t like this part where your lips are covered. I like having access to them, just in case I wanted to…”

With that, she leaned in and pressed a hungry kiss to my lips. I responded in kind, steeped in the scent of her lavender lotion and that ineffable thing that was just her. She was more assertive tonight, and I couldn’t help but push back against that, even if it felt more submissive to be sitting while she stood. I pulled her hips close between my legs and rolling my hips to show her how hot I thought her idea was. Anyone could walk in on us, and that made me more excited.

Her hands were careful against me, doing her best not to upset the makeup that had stayed on. I ached for her touches, longed to see if she was always gentle or if it was just the newness and fatigue that left her hands so reticent the day before.

“Jeez, Vince, you really know how to kiss,” she sighed, pulling away. I trailed after her with my lips until I realized she was stopping.

“I’d like to kiss you, all over,” I said, my voice gruff from growling all day but also from how turned on I was. “I promise I’m usually more exciting than yesterday.”

Her eyelashes fluttered. “I had no problem with yesterday.”

“Would you have a problem with tomorrow?”

She dragged her bottom lip through her teeth as she smiled. “What did you have in mind?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure I can wait ‘til tomorrow, because I have a fantasy of my own.”

“Yeah?”

I leaned closer to her, and growled in her ear like I do to scare the guests. She shuddered and let out a cute little moan in response. Fuck. Then I told her exactly what I’d planned.

The rest of the night passed like a dream. I’d slept extra long and ate a little more before work so I could make sure I’d have the energy to give Alexa my all when the night was over. I could almost kill everyone who stepped into the Haunted House past two in the morning, when we were supposed to close. Of course, the line was so long we didn’t close up til 4 am.

So when the last guests went through & the house managers flashed their lights to let us know we were free, I shouted my relief along with everyone else. Applause and whoops echoed through the halls. They shut off the sound system and everyone filed into makeup at the same time, laughing and congratulating each other for a good season. I stayed at the back of the line, my eyes never leaving Alexa as she worked. I was practically deaf to anyone who was talking to me, congratulating me. Robotically, I told them I was just exhausted when they tried to engage me in conversation. I had only one thing on my mind.

Finally, everyone else was out of makeup except for me and a few other people. The room was still buzzing with activity though, as many of the cast didn’t want to go home or leave without saying goodbye to everyone. Alexa bit her lip as she saw my frantic tapping on the arm of the makeup chair, laughing to herself.

If she thought it was so funny, I was gonna make sure she felt just as horny as I did. I reached out my foot and stroked along her leg. I saw her lips twitch as she hid her reaction, furiously swirling the paintbrush into her cup of glue remover. When she came in close to remove the prosthetic from my face, I drew my knee to the center so she’d have to straddle it to get close enough. I could feel how wet she was for me, her warmth spilling out onto my thigh.

“Ahhh, you’re secret’s out,” I whispered, slowly moving my leg to tease at the space between her legs.

I couldn’t help but grin at the blush that spilled out over her cheeks. The way her breathing quickened. Her fingers shook as she worked the prosthetic off my face.

“Hey, we’re gonna go to Denny’s — you coming?” Anderson asked, seemingly coming out of nowhere since our focus was so completely on each other. I jumped.

She lifted a brow, and gritted her teeth. I bit back the grin she was drawing out of me, and tried to fake a tired face. They’d all get super mad if we didn’t go, but there were more important things on my mind. Like the girl who was currently soaking my pant leg.

“Maybe, I dunno. I gotta see how I’m feeling. Honestly, I’m beat, those kids were insane tonight,” I replied, never taking my eyes off Alexa. Also, never releasing the pressure at her crotch. Her eyes were wide, fearful Anderson would catch on to what I was doing to her.

“Makeup’s invited too. The whole crew, one last hurrah,” Anderson added.

“Oh, I have a lot to clean up before tomorrow. I… have a gig in the morning,” she answered awkwardly, her voice a little breathy. The last bit of glue released the prosthetic and she slid off my leg abruptly, turning to put it down. I crossed my legs, in case anyone could see the damp spot she’d left behind.

“Alright, whatever. Text me if you decide to grace us with your presence,” Anderson huffed, turning about. Everyone filed out of the room, and finally it was just Alexa and I.

Unable to wait much longer, I grabbed a towel to wipe the glue remover from my face. She turned to me, paintbrush in hand. I stepped out of the chair and pulled her into my arms. She gasped as I pulled her hair to open her mouth to me. I plunged my tongue inside her and tasted her. I stole her breath. My hands found the ties for her apron, and it dropped to the floor. She fell backwards as I pressed against her, running into a table and knocking some paintbrushes to the ground. She broke off, swearing.

“Right, we can’t do this in here, remember?” she laughed. I groaned, but she led me towards the maze portion of the house, then flicked a few switches, turning on the lights and sound and fog.

“Catch me if you dare,” she giggled, then ran off into the maze. I laughed and gave her a little time for a head start. I knew all the cut throughs, and so did she. What she didn’t know as well were all the scare zones, all the places to hide. I decided to take it easy on her first, pounding on the wall with my fist as I skulked through the foggy halls, scanning the alcoves for a sign of life.

I turned down another hall, and suddenly felt a hand stroke my back. I whirled about to the sight of one of the wooden windows slamming shut. The entrance was on the other side of the walkway with no cut through to get there, and I’d have to run around to get to it. Instead of chasing her down, I went through a different path, taking the shortcut until I got to the vampire den. There were bodies strewn over the elegant victorian chairs, lifeless with blood pooling out from their necks. In trying to get away from me, Alexa would have to come through here. I hid in an upright coffin, knowing I could see her through the slits in the top.

Sure enough, she ran through quietly, checking behind her to see if I was there. I grinned as she searched the room for a hiding place, watched her bend over the empty red couch, and slowly opened the coffin. She gasped at the creaking and hugged herself against the cushion. I ran out and pressed her into the couch, drawing her legs apart to settle myself between them, to show her how hot she made me.

“Oh fuck, no! No!” she cried out playfully. I grabbed her wrists and pinned them against the arm of the couch.

“You really thought you could get away,” I teased, drawing my other hand down between her legs. She wore a skirt today, and it was only now I realized she had once again skipped underwear.

“No underwear on a skirt day, Lex? God, you’ve been ready for me all day, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” she moaned as my fingers slid along her soaked lips. I shuddered, utterly destroyed by how wet she was for me.

“You’re so fucking wet I could take you right this second and I’d slide right in.”

“Oh god, yes,” she whimpered.

I wanted to, badly, but I wanted to torment her a little bit. I plunged one finger, then two inside her. She gasped.

“More!” she cried. She was slaying me with her desire.

“So greedy,” I said through gritted teeth, trying to keep myself in check. “I wonder what your needy little cunt tastes like.”

We locked eyes as I pulled my hand from between her legs and licked her arousal off my finger. Her lashes fluttered and her eyes rolled back in her head. She tasted sweet and musky, and now I couldn’t resist her any longer. I ripped my pants down far enough to free my dick and then guided it into her center.

I gritted my teeth as I stroked into her. She felt so fucking good, so tight around my cock. The sound of her, too, the contented little whimpers as I thrust deeper into her. The throaty moan as I buried myself completely into her nearly undid me. Her eyes were glassy with desire and her torso twisted, as if straining for my touch. I chuckled and kissed my way up her collarbone, nipping at her neck. My free hand found a breast and I squeezed it roughly as I began to pound into her. She was still fully clothed and fucking her with her skirt on only made me more aroused. Made it dirtier.

“Harder,” she gasped.

I shook my head, shocked at how in tune we were. I delivered, now holding her hips roughly to give me leverage as I pistoned into her harder and faster. She let out the cutest little squeaks with each thrust, and as I heard her breath increase, I moved my hand that was holding her wrists to her clitoris, stroking her with the same teasing circles I’d watched her use on herself yesterday. Her fingers flew to my back, her nails digging into my skin, and finally I felt the blissful pulsing of her inner walls milk my cock. I reveled in the sensation for a moment until I realized I was about to burst and tried to pull out. She stopped me, her hands moving down to my ass to hold me in.

“No,” she gasped, “I’m on—“

I came before I could stop myself, to hear what she had to say, her muscles still quivering around my cock. Assumed she was telling me she was on birth control. Stars filled my vision, and I couldn’t help the shaky moans that escaped my throat. She refused to let me go, and with each little aftershock of her orgasm, she tormented my softening cock. I slumped against her, my head resting on her forehead.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” I sighed, sliding out of her. Her hands massaged upwards, and she made room for me on the couch as I finally pulled out of her.

“Not so bad yourself,” she panted, teasing.

She chuckled as a hand moved to her stomach.

“Guess you went so hard you sweated your prosthetic off,” she laughed, peeling it off of her stomach.

“You make me into a beast the way you turn me on, but now I’m just a man,” I joked.

Our stomachs grumbled then, practically in unison.

“A very hungry man,” she laughed.

“Denny’s?” I groaned, realizing we’d have to face everyone. I didn’t want to pretend we weren’t together now.

“Sure, as long as I don’t have to stop touching you,” she murmured, planting a kiss on the tip of my nose.

After everything we’d done, that’s what made me blush.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I agreed, sliding off the couch and pulling her up. “We’ll just have to get cleaned up first.”

She bit her lip.

“We might be hungry for a while.”

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I’m so glad to have you all on this erotic Halloween journey with me. I’ve had so much writing each little entry into my Thirteen Kinks series and really appreciate you all taking the time to read them. Halloween is absolutely my favorite holiday, so I’m very happy to spread the spooky holiday cheer. Be sure to check out the rest of the series if you're new around here!

Have a Happy Sexy Halloween!

- Latrexa Nova

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The Thirteen Kinks of Halloween

The Devil You Don’t Know

A tongue-in-cheek insta-love incubus erotica

Where to Werewolf

A BDSM workplace erotica with werewolves

Getting a Head

The erotic Legend of the Headless Horseman rides again

Wicked as They Come

A love spell turned menage