It was All Hallows’ Eve, and Jade stood outside the hotel, nerves fluttering in her chest as she waited for his message. “I’m such an eejit,” she thought, questioning herself. “Am I really going to do this, tonight of all nights?” A wave of anxiety washed over her as the moment finally arrived. She shivered slightly in the chill night air. Standing in a hotel car park on an October evening in Scotland was hardly ideal, especially dressed in the skimpy witch costume she had on.

Jade was a woman in her prime, average height, curvy frame and long dark hair that she occasionally dyed various colours. It was currently “cyber purple” a look she was quite happy with. Her outfit was more daring than she normally wore. The bodice was tight, with a plunging neckline that left little to the imagination and the skirt, if the tiny black belt like band and wispy ruffles of black netting could be called that, was shorter than she’d ever worn before. Her long legs were encased in black fishnets, her favourite platform ‘fuck me’ boots completed the slutty look.

She had first met Duncan through an online dating site. His icebreaker had stood out from the crowd. She regularly received a lot of messages, a combination of copy and paste boilerplate bullshit and shadowy dick pics, reminiscent of the surgeons iconic Nessie hoax - but his was different. Something new; it tickled her brain and she couldn’t let it go unanswered.

After a few days of exchanging messages an idea took shape—an encounter that was meant to be anything but ordinary. Tonight was the night they had agreed upon, a special one-off Halloween hook-up that promised to be hot, wild and explosively exciting.

As she stood in the chilly deserted car park, her mind kept drifting to his opening words. She could feel the blush rising on her cheeks as she remembered how her body reacted to his message. Her thighs squirmed instinctively, pressing together as a flush of heat spread across her skin. She had read and reread his message multiple times, each time leaving her feeling more aroused, causing her to shove her fingers in her wet dripping cunt and uncontrollably masturbate to sweet release. These hot, frantic furtive sessions had taken the edge off, but she needed more. She needed to feel his thick monster cock filling her needy holes and plundering her depths.

In his message, Duncan had described, in vivid detail, exactly what he wanted to do to her if they were together at that moment. His words painted a picture of intimacy and desire - how he’d slowly and thoroughly lick her pussy, tasting her with a hunger that was almost palpable. He spoke of the way he’d explore every inch of her body, paying close attention to her most sensitive spots. And then, he’d move on to more intense pleasures, describing how he’d take her hard and deep, filling her completely and leaving no doubt about his intentions.

While she found his words incredibly hot, a thrill that made her pulse race, she couldn’t help but notice that, in some ways, his description was a bit ... vanilla. For all the heat and passion he conveyed, it still felt somewhat safe, predictable - like the kind of fantasy that was well within her comfort zone. She craved something more ... daring, more adventurous, something that pushed boundaries and ignited even deeper desires.

Now, as she prepared herself for the night ahead, her anticipation grew. The combination of his provocative words and the thrill of their upcoming encounter created a heady mix of excitement and longing. She wondered just how far they would go, how much of their fantasies would come true tonight, and what surprises awaited them beneath the mask of Halloween costumes. Whatever happened, she knew this would be a night to remember - a night when two strangers would come together to explore their deepest, wildest desires and darkest fantasies...

She felt her freshly shaved pussy lips moisten in anticipation. Had she been wearing panties, they would be literally soaked.

Her phone chirped. “Room 104. Unlocked. I’m ready for you Slut x”

She moved quietly and cautiously through the hotel lobby, making a point of avoiding eye contact and moving purposely towards the rooms. Heart pounding, she nearly broke into a run as she hurried up the staircase, her hand skimming the wall for balance. “101, 102 ... there it is! 104.” She paused briefly in front of the door, her breath catching in her throat. This was it, the moment she’d been waiting for. She opened the door slowly and slipped inside. The room was shrouded in darkness, enveloping her like a thick curtain. For a moment, she stood still, letting her eyes adjust to the low, muted lighting, shadows dancing around her as her senses sharpened. There he was! He was completely naked save a wicked looking set of horns on top his head. He was tall and muscular - his chest strong and firm. His stomach hard and well defined. His dark hair was short and sexily tousled. His eyes, piercing, stared at her hungrily. Jade quivered under his knowing gaze. His cock was huge even in its soft form. Jade licked her lips in anticipation.

“Get on your knees. Now. Slut” He commanded and she dropped to the floor in front of him. “Suck. Get me hard”

Jade leaned forward and hungrily licked the tip, bathing the head fully, before sucking his helmet into the warm wet confines of her mouth. She continued down his shaft, taking more and more of his hardening cock. He gripped the back of her head, causing Jade to melt, and pulled her face deep into his groin. She gagged as she felt him hit the back of her throat. She tried to hold him as long as she could, but the need to breathe forced her to wriggle and squirm – signalling to him that she needed to breathe. She stared up at his strong stern face – pleading for him to release her with big, watery eyes. She gasped for air desperatelyas he pulled out, his cock glistening with her saliva in the gentle light.