Choo choo! I know you’ve been enjoying our annual Halloween Blog Train. Goddess Meshelle’s post yesterday really knocked this train off the tracks, so to speak! I’m excited to be your next stop on this wild ride. Happy Hot Girl Halloween, everyone!
HALLOWEEN GODDESS WORSHIP
You couldn’t believe your luck! A date with Mistress Veronica!? Your only chance at an actual date with a real-life goddess. I’m so much younger than you are, more interesting, and obviously completely out of your league. The morning of the party, your Goddess reminds you that she’ll need a mani pedi if you want to earn the gift of her presence. You know your place, so you drive over to pay the bill. After you swipe your card at the register, Mistress Veronica hands you a shopping bag containing your costume. Once again, your Goddess leaves you breathless. She seems like she’s always a step ahead. She’s just so perfect! Not only did she invite you to a party you never would have gotten into on your own, but she even got your costume for you! As you practically skip back to your car, you wonder why she’d even agree to go out with you.
BETA SUBMITS TO A WITCH IN LATEX BOOTS
The costume Goddess Veronica chose sums you up perfectly. A sheet with two eye holes cut out– and bam, you’re no longer a man. Now you’re a ghost! A horny spirit haunting all the hot girls at the party. And this party is FILLED with hot girls, dressed up as everything from a sexy ladybug to sexy cereal box characters. But you know that none of the girls are paying attention to you, they never ever do. And so you sink into the corner, same as always, trying your hardest to disappear until you spot your Mistress. She’s wearing shiny latex boots that go alllllllll the way up her thighs, and a sexy mini dress that’s extra low cut. Her witch hat is so pointy and reaches the sky. She’s the sexiest witch you’ve ever seen. You get dizzy staring at her cleavage. And after what feels like hours, she finally notices you. Your eyes meet, and she flashes you that intoxicatingly devilish smile. Excited for some attention, you embarrass yourself by calling out for her. She giggles as she scans her eyes up and down your body in your stupid little ghost costume, and all she says to you is, “Where’s our drinks?”
CASTING HER MAGIC ON YOU
You’re fully aware of how taboo this may seem: your date has made a complete fool of you all night long. She ignored you until she demanded drinks. And when you return, she’s making out with some guy dressed as a cowboy on the couch. And even worse, you’re getting turned on! She’s sitting on his lap, hands buried in his hair and latex crotch pressed tight against–yeah, he’s got a bulge in those jeans. Jealousy rushes through your system as the cowboy wraps his hands around her waist and pulls her in even closer, dragging her into a slow, easy grind. This was supposed to be your night, not his!
Worse still, you can’t even look away. Your cheeks heat and embarrassment wars with hot arousal in your gut as you watch him slide his lips down her neck. You try to hide your growing erection— but your ghost costume is unforgiving. You’re pitching a tent, and everyone can see it. You shift from foot to foot, overwhelmed by the warring urges to go home or stay and watch. Just as you decide to turn away, the cowboy makes eye contact with you. He laughs and leans in to whisper something into Mistress Veronica’s ear, and the next thing you know she’s putting her arms over his shoulders, arching her back, and looking over her shoulder at you. When she laughs, mean and loud, your cock gets so hard you feel like you’re going to pass out.
“Look at you,” she taunts, maintaining eye contact as she once again grinds against the cowboy. “You’re a pathetic loser. Are you jealous? Don’t you wish you got to spend time like this with me?”
You nod even though you know it’s not a good idea. She laughs again, and when she gets up, you think it’s finally going to happen. Instead, she holds out her freshly manicured nails to the cowboy and nods toward the stairs. She stops by you just long enough to pluck the drink you got her out of your hand. You’re rooted to the spot, watching them leave you behind, and then:
“Mistress Veronica! What about me?”
You don’t expect the cold splash of the drink you got for her. You splutter, shocked, and realize two things at once: the sheet you’re wearing is see-through now, and everyone at the party is watching you. Humiliatingly, their scattered laughter only gets you harder.
You’re frozen in place, dick hard for everyone to see like a fucking idiot. You don’t know what to do. Then you hear that laugh again, her laugh, and just like always you’re drawn to it. She’s paused at the top of the stairs, and when you make eye contact with her she winks at you and says, “Well, cuck? Are you coming?”
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