Trick or Treat, Daddy?

Thus far in my very young life my first lover who took my cherry died in a
tragic automobile accident. Then a horny gynecologist I met in the grocery
store hit and ran my car and then did the same thing to me. Extremely
depressed, melancholy, and despondent, I knew I had to get back to family
values.

My daddy’s birthday is October 31st. Right, Halloween. I never, ever,
have missed his birthday and always give him a very special present. This
year had even more significance because my mom had just passed away a couple
months ago. Now I was the only girl in my daddy’s life.

In my sophomore year of college, Halloween unfortunately fell during the
middle of the week. I would have to pull some strings to shake loose from
my classes without being penalized.

I went to see Dean Robertson. “Dean, I simply have to go home for a few
days and I don’t want this to adversely affect my grades. I like making
the Dean’s List. Am I not number one on your list? I am willing to
negotiate.”

“I’ve had my eyes on you, young lady.” He leered at me, lust in his eyes.
“ Not only are you exceptionally attractive, I suspect you have quite
unique talent.” I saw the light bulb go on as drool ran from his chin.

Oh well, I really didn’t mind playing the role of Elvira’s sister, Lilith,
all that much. It got me in the mood for Halloween. According to some,
the historical Lilith, in addition to being Adam’s mistress, was the first
vampire and invented fellatio.

I met the dean in his office very late the night before I left to go home.
I wore a long black cape with nothing underneath but a skimpy black bra and
garter belt with mesh stockings and lace. I didn’t wear panties but I did
wear shoes, black spiked very high heels.

My long painted red fingernails looked like claws. The fangs I made myself
with Fimo baked polymer clay and tooth dye. With a little dental adhesive
to hold them in place, I could even bite apples and other hard objects. I
wore black leather fur lined bondage cuffs around my wrists. Quite the
attention getting fashion accessory. I had a larger pair for ankles in my
purse.

“Dean Robertson, would you like to try these cuffs on?” I asked seductively.

Five minutes later he was clad only in his boxer shorts and spread-eagled on
the oriental rug on the floor. I fastened the wrist cuffs to the legs of
his heavy wooden chair and the ankle cuffs to the legs of the large metal
computer desk.

I kicked off my high heels and walked on him in my stocking feet very
gently. The other girls in my sorority who had fucked or sucked the dean
for special academic favors had told me he had a fetish for tootsies. I
stuck mine in his face and let him lick and suck them. When he got an
erection and it poked through his boxer shorts, I gave him a foot job,
massaging his cock with my feet. I guess he was right about the unique
talents.

My claws raked over the dean’s chest and legs until I drew blood. I
nibbled his neck with my fangs. “Oh my, what is your wife going to say
about these sucker bites?” I cackled.

Pulling on his boxer shorts, I got them down to his knees. “This isn’t so
frigging easy when somebody is spread-eagled, you know,” I responded when he
appeared amused at my struggling. I mouthed his cock playfully, not
serious sucking. “And just how would you like it tonight, Dean Robertson?”
He told me what he wanted. No, he begged me.

The dean’s computer desk was quite accommodating for bondage cuffs. How
odd that the dean did not have a computer. The desk had metal tubing for
legs and to support the shelves on the top rear corners. You can not
imagine how perfect this desk was for proper restraint.

“Okay,” I instructed as I released the wrist cuffs temporarily, “stand up.”
I helped him up. “Bend over and place your hands on the top of the
desk.” I re-cuffed his wrists to the metal tubes that supported the
shelves. Dean Robertson had a paddle sitting in one corner. “For bad
little girls?” I asked, and laughed viciously. “I know what it’s for!” I
smacked him hard on the ass.

I gave the dean ten good whacks. Before each one, I would ask questions
like, “And just how many coeds have you screwed?” and “Just how many young
ladies at this institution of higher learning have sucked your cock?” and
“How many football players have fucked you up the ass?” He just nodded and
mumbled incoherently.

The harness I now wore had adjustable straps which allowed me to get it real
snug and it had a big red latex dong bolted on the front. I mean, you
could do some big time butt bumping with this apparatus and it never got
loose or anything. The girls in my sorority loved it.

I had the dean screaming after the first thrust. I knew I should have used
lube. But then, after he got used to it, he screamed for more. I gave
him so much more I started to work up a sweat. Geez, this was hard work,
fucking the dean in the ass. Well, I didn’t want the poor old dean to
suffer a heart attack or something so I put an end to his pleasurable
suffering. I moved under the desk and gave him a real special blow job.
He wasn’t that big and I could deep throat him. He whimpered something
terrible. I hate that! I like it when they yell. I wiped the cum from
my face and left the dean cuffed to the desk. Oh, I knew he could get
loose if he really tried. “See ya next week, Deano,” I promised as I waved
goodbye with my middle finger.

As soon as I arrived home my brother, Danny, started bugging me. He was a
few month’s away from getting his Learner’s Permit and light years away from
getting any pussy, as far as I could tell. Danny and his best friend Ryan
wanted me to drive them
trick-or-treating. “Don’t you think you guys are a little old for this?” I
chastised.

“No, Sis. C’mon, drive us down to those subdivisions by the lake. We’ll
have some fun and get lots of candy, and those old widow ladies, they always
give out a handful of
Almond Joy. You know, six inches long and two nuts. Isn’t that what you
love, Sis?”

Ignoring his crude dumb joke, I blurted exasperatedly, “Candy?” Danny, I
would think a boy your age would be interested in something besides candy.
I’m beginning to worry about you. You do like girls, don’t you?” He
nodded enthusiastically, and I felt a sense of relief. “Well, if I drive
you trick-or-treating, what do I get in return? How about you two dudes go
wash and wax my car? Deal?”

“Sure, Sis! Will you trick-or-treat with us? Please?”

The idea of playing dress up again in my vamp costume did sort of appeal to
me. “You guys vacuum the interior of my car spotless and I’ll think about
it. And fix my notebook computer that’s sitting on the passenger seat.
It locked up and I can’t get Windows back or anything.”

Well, I simply could not believe the job these two did on my little white
convertible. They even rubbed off the tar spots and splattered bugs and
polished out the scratches. My notebook was up and running again and they
even installed a bunch of cool games and stuff. I began to feel a deep
sense of gratitude and wanted to pay them back.

“Okay, dudes, get your costumes on and I’ll get mine on and we’ll get an
early start. I know some places we can hit this afternoon. Danny, we’ll
stop at your Uncle Jack’s tavern and scare him into giving me some Bloody
Marys and you guys some Cokes.

I was in my bedroom getting ready, standing there almost naked when the two
of them burst in. “Holy shit!” Ryan blurted excitedly. “Look at those
hooters! Those are better than the ones in our magazines, Danny.”

“No kidding,” my brother responded. “Like I haven’t seen that pair
before.” Danny had walked in on me in the shower on more than one
occasion, quite intentionally I presume.

I didn’t even bother to cover up. “I hope you two got a damn good reason
for busting in like this or I am going to kick both your scrawny little
asses.”

“Sis, Dad got in an accident! He wants you to come pick him up at the
mall. His car is being towed away.”

“Okay, you two, I’ll let you slide this time. Here, you want a closer
look?” I stuck my boobs in their faces. They looked like they might
faint. I threw on my clothes and snapped, “Be ready when I get back.”

“Daddy, what happened?” I cried as I rushed up to him as he stood talking to
the police. He had a couple scratches but otherwise looked in one piece.

“Oh, no big deal, Honey. Accidents happen. That’s why we have insurance.
Run me down to that car rental place on 10th Street and I’ll get
something to drive while mine is in the shop.”

At the rental place Daddy said he’d see me later. He still had some
business matters to take care of and because of the accident he was running
late. I kissed him passionately on the lips which surprised him. Usually
I just gave him a peck on the cheek. “Daddy, I’m taking Danny and his
buddy Ryan trick-or-treating. You wait up for me. I have a very special
birthday present for you. I missed you so much!” I kissed him again and
ran off.