“Beware, reader! You might be reading this to see tits and ass but before you know it, you’ll be ass deep in damnation and your tits will be wrapped around a demon’s cock!”
“Oh Burny, I think more people want to read the story now. You are really bad at warning people away.”
“If I wasn’t a burning skull, I could draw them up a PowerPoint presentation that would truly scare them.”
“Whoa, you scared me just talking about PowerPoint. Step from that horrible thought readers, and step into this horror instead.”
“Read on, mortals.”
“That’s the last of the Trick or Treaters,” my wife said.
“I think you’re right,” I answered. On the television screen, another young co-ed died from a masked slasher.
“I’m turning off the light,” my wife said. “Are you ready for bed? I’m beat.”
I pointed at the screen. “It’s the Trixie Treats marathon, remember? You know I watch it ever year.”
My wife shook her head. “The movies are bad enough but that green hostess with the boobs is the worse.”
“I like her, the humor is ironic.”
“Hmm,” my wife said. Trixie appeared on the screen in her tight white teddy. She made a joke that I didn’t hear because her nipples were poking through the fabric.
“Alright, I’m going to bed,” my wife said. She kissed me good night. “Don’t eat the rest of the candy.”
I promised her I wouldn’t. She went upstairs and I kept watching the movie. I lowered the sound to almost nothing. If she asked, I would tell her I didn’t want to wake her.
I had my lies all worked out.
The movie ended and another one started. This one was about zombies because they are all about zombies now. I didn’t like it. It made me think of things I’d rather not. Still, I barely watched it. I was just killing time.
Midnight came. My cock was painfully hard. I got up and went into the dark kitchen. I made sure the back light was off. It was still bright outside even without the light. The moon was full and glowing tonight.
I saw her shamble up the deck stairs. She was still wearing the same sexy bee outfit. The top was torn a little and her right breast was almost out. Her red hair caught the moonlight.
She knocked on the door; slow faint taps.
I opened the glass door. “Shh, I’m here,” I said.
She went down to her knees. The yellow mask hid most of her face except for her mouth. She opened her lips and stuck out her tongue.
I hesitated but only briefly. The smell was bad. Her clothes were dirty. There were grass stains all over her costume. I didn’t want to think about it.
I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. She reached for it and pulled me closer. Her fingers were cold but that was normal because it was a cold night, right?
Her mouth was warm. I bit my lip to keep from groaning out loud. Her tongue was warm and her mouth was as wet as any pussy.
She made a faint moaning sound that disturbed me. I kept my cock in her mouth though.
Three years. That is how long she had been coming to my door on Halloween night. I had no idea who she was. No one in the neighborhood had her red hair. No one had her big tits that threatened to fall out of her skimpy bee outfit. No one ever tried to suck my cock just for opening the door.
She grabbed my ass and pulled me deeper into her throat. Cold fingers dug into my ass while my cock filled her mouth. She never choked.
I thought about the zombie movie. I wasn’t stupid. It was Halloween. She was either the kinkiest weirdo I had ever met or some sort of dead woman going around sucking cocks.
It had to be the former.
She bounced on my cock. Dead people don’t have warm mouths. The dead didn’t have so much spit. The dead wouldn’t feel so damn good around my cock.
Her tit fell out of her top. It was dirty like the rest of her. It pressed against my leg and the nipple was freezing.
I should have just stood there and taken the sucking. But no, I was curious. I was willing to fuck up a good thing. Mostly though, I had been seeing Trixie Treats hosting movies with those big tits and I wanted some for my own.
My hand reached down. I grabbed a handful of her cold tit. My fingers squeezed around firm flesh.
She was ice cold. My hand released her breast and moved higher up.
Her mouth sucked harder. My hips began to thrust and I fucked her mouth. She took it. She always took it.
My hand found what it was looking for. Where there should have been a heartbeat was just still cold flesh.
I shook with fear. She sucked harder. I came in her mouth and she kept sucking. I pushed her back and she released my cock from her warm lips.
“What the fuck are you?” I asked. I wasn’t whispering. I was too scared to be scared of my wife waking up.
The thing didn’t answer. She stood up and shambled off my deck. I saw her head to my neighbor’s house.
I noticed his back porch light was on.
I closed the door and returned to the living room. My hands shook as I zipped back up. I fell back into the couch. My cock was drained but I couldn’t stop shaking.
That had been too much. I knew the truth now. There was no way I was going to put my cock into that thing’s mouth again. Shit, maybe I should convince the wife we should move.
The commercial ended and Trixie Treats appeared back on the screen. The white teddy stretched across her green cleavage. She took a deep breathe before launching into more inane patter. The fabric strained to hold her tits in.
My cock throbbed. I thought about the dead bee woman coming back next year.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so creepy next year if I wore a condom.
“More Trick-or-Treaters should use the backdoor. Don’t you think so, Burny?”
“What was that damned creature? How many cocks does it suck in a night? Where does it go for the rest of the year?”
“Oh she was just another lost soul who made the right kind of a deal with the wrong kind of demon. I tried to explain to her the fine details but she didn’t pay that much attention. You would be amazed how many souls skip right to the cock-sucking and skip the part about the eternal wandering of the living dead.”
“I believe it. I once had a contract with a phone company that damned me for a decade.”
“Yeah, sex demons are one thing but don’t fuck with phone companies. Those guys are assholes.”
“As for you readers, I’ll catch your souls later.”