Halloween Blind Date

How did I get into this mess? What mess I hear you ask. Well I am at a Halloween party which is pretty awful for me but that isn't the problem. I am dressed up as Frankenstein's monster which isn't great but bearable. Standing to my left and slightly back from me is a woman in a witch's costume. She is part of the mess but I am glad she is with me. The real cause of the mess is a guy dressed up as a werewolf. He is angry at the woman because she dumped him and angry at me because she is with me. Adding to his displeasure is the fact that he found us in a very hot embrace. Even that is not the real problem as I am bigger than him and also under normal circumstances, probably capable of talking him out of a confrontation. These are not normal circumstance because the real pressing problem is that he is actually a werewolf and the costume isn't really a costume, if you see what I mean.

"We are all going to a Halloween party and Cathy Smith, a friend of mine wants to come along but needs someone to accompany her. Her ex will be there and she wants to discourage any attempts at a reconciliation. You are a really nice guy and big enough to persuade her ex to keep his distance."

Sally, my sister in law to whom I owe many favours is the one asking and of course I could not, in all good conscience say "NO!" which would have been my first choice. Problem is that Sally has on occasion tried to get me hooked up with some of her single friends. Nothing has ever stuck and eventually Sally gave up until now. So this request must be very important to her and that meant I had to take it seriously. I must have looked very doubtful though.

"Cummon! You don't get out enough and this is a good excuse to break out and socialise."

The first thing that goes wrong is my date, Cathy. From a distance Cathy is a short, uninspiring woman with long brown hair. She is dressed as a witch, long green coat with arcane symbols on it and the de rigeur pointy hat. It is close up that the trouble starts. Close up she has a fairly plain, ordinary face, nothing to cause a ruckus or to launch a thousand ships. It is her eyes that are my undoing. They sparkle with laughter, mischievousness and my absolute weak spot, intelligence. One look in her eyes and I am lost. I take her hand to shake it and find myself reluctant to release it and, like a callow school boy I find myself lost for words. My only saving grace is that Cathy seems reluctant to let go of my hand too. Sally however saves the day.

"Get a room you two! After the party."

Cathy laughs.

"You don't mind if we leave early do you?"

She turns back to me and winks.

"Come on. Let's get this party done."

The party is at one of Sally's friends home. A huge, fancy double storied place set in a large park like garden. The place is decked out for a Halloween party to outdo every other party in the city.

Cathy takes my hand as we enter and she starts circulating, keeping me as close as is decent. Not that I am complaining mind. It soon becomes apparent that not only is Cathy well known but also that she is accorded a lot of respect. Now I am Irish by descent rather than anything else and many of my relatives, mainly the women have the Fey. The Fey is an ability with the supernatural. Me? I can feel if someone has the Fey but that's about all. The people coming to pay their respects ooze with the Fey and the disturbing part is that I hadn't got a whiff of it from Cathy. She's been hiding it.

"And how did I not detect the Fey on you when we met this evening?

"I hid it. Sally warned me that you were skittish and could probably detect my Fey and that you might run like the hounds of hell were after you."

She pauses, looks around and then at me.

"A bad start and I am sorry. I didn't expect..."

"At least I know now. Anything else I should know?"

"Yes!"

"Ah, Here is my darling ex lover, partner, sex slave. With a new man in tow. You have told him haven't yet have you?"

The guy in the werewolf costume or rather the werewolf in human costume is standing well within my personal space which makes me feel very uncomfortable.

"George. This is my ex, Robert. I should have known he would be here.

We smile at each other with mutual distrust.

"She hasn't told you has she? That she is part werewolf. I started her of on her path to immortality but she halted the process. Frightened of power I guess."

"Robert! Piss off!"

He laughs and walked away.

"Werewolf?"

"Come outside. I think we need to talk in private."

She drags me out onto a broad patio and into a shadowed side away from the doors.

"Yes. Werewolf. We were lovers for a while, he infected me but a friend helped me halt the process."

"You knew he was a werewolf and still had a thing with him?"

"It makes bestiality easier. You don't have to keep a dog."

She says it lightly but looks a bit anxious.

"I am a bit concerned."

"What?"

"We have been out in the dark here and we haven't kissed. Is there a problem?"

The next thing I know she has her arms around my neck and we are kissing. Then she pulls back, looks me in the face and whispers.

"Sorry. This was not expected to happen."

"No love potions? No spells? No secret manipulation?"

"Just my natural magic!"

And we fall back into our hot clinch. It is not long before I have my hand up her skirt and she is grinding her pussy against my hand while pumping my cock.

"Leave her alone! She is mine."

Robert pulling at my shoulder with a fairly strong grip so I have to turn to face him. While he didn't look particularly friendly and easy going when we first met he is now looking very aggressive and singularly dangerous.

I look him up and down and realise that physically I could easily hold my own with him but magically I am completely out of my depth. It is at this tense moment that Cathy steps forward waves her hands around and murmurs some arcane sounding words. The air crackles with magic making my hair stand on end. Robert immediately starts to back up, gives me a vicious stare and turns away to be swallowed by the partying crowd inside.

"Bastard never learns. He is lucky to be able to walk away from that."

Cathy stares at me for a moment.

"I met Bridey O'Reilly."

"Bridey O'Reilly? My Grandma? She is dead. Been dead these five years."

"Interesting family you have. She likes you. A lot."

"You talked to her? When?"

"When you agreed to come with me to the party. She arrived at my door and glared at me. Said she needed to check me out. Demanded to be let in."

"She does, sorry did have a glacial stare. Uh, this is getting complicated. So you knew I had a small smattering of the fey before we met?"

"Yes, I got that long before she arrived, and I was concerned that I might be making a mistake about you. Then Bridey arrived and threatened me with all sorts of nasty things."

"Blistering boils?"

"Yes, and few other nasty things. She is a good strong woman. I liked her a lot. I just didn't expect to like you as much as I do."

Cathy stares at me for a few long seconds then says "OK. now, where were we?"

Before I can summon a sensible answer or do anything she is on her knees and has my cock out of my pants, and into her mouth, her hand pumping furiously.

Completely taken by surprise, I cling onto my control with not much hope of not spurting hot cum into or onto her. Adding to my problem of control is that she is very good, taking my above average cock all the way to my balls. She moans gently, vibrating my cock and triggering a huge surge of cum. She whips my cock out of her throat and proceeds to fire hose herself with what feels like a gallon of cum. At the end of my spurting there is cum all over face and down her neck stopping only at her partially exposed breasts.

"My, my! You obviously needed that. Now eat me."

She slumps back onto a table behind her and lifting her skirt displays a beautiful shaven pussy. What did I do I hear you ask? I did exactly as instructed, I went down on her, finding her clit with my tongue and then sliding two fingers into her sopping wet pussy. A few minutes of energetic hand and mouth massaging I have her legs draped over my shoulders and her heels drumming on my back. I will admit that I am a bit concerned about Robert the werewolf returning and would like to look around but she keeps my head in place by the simple method of tangling her fingers in my hair and holding on tightly. Suddenly she starts to shudder.

"Oh! Yes! Yes, yes yes!"

And with that she comes, collapses back on the table and lets go of what is left of my hair. By this time I have a second hard on which is demanding to be thrust into her pussy immediately. I turn her on her stomach, spread her legs wide and slam into her.

"Fuck! Yes! Hard, harder. Fuck."

I manage to last longer this time, but not long enough to induce another orgasm in her.

"Fuck that was good, but remember you still owe me an orgasm."

She kisses me, grabs my hand and heads for the lighted room where the party rages on.

"Lets go dance!"

I pull her back.

"What? You don't dance?"

"I do, but you seem to have forgotten the pearl necklace I gave you."

She runs a finger down a long line of cum running from her forehead to the side of her mouth and licks her finger clean.

"Nope! I want everyone to see what you did to me and know we had sex out here. You've still got pussy juice all over your face as well so there will be no doubt in anyone's mind that we fucked and that it was a two way street. I want everyone to know that and after one dance we are going home to spend the night together. You have any problems with that?"

I laugh at her statement, especially at the last bit.

"I think that is a great idea. Lets go show them how its done!"

We dance one dance together, kiss at the end of the dance and, to the sound of laughter and ribald comments head for the door.

I have difficulty staying awake at work today but I don't care.