Saturday afternoon, the 31st, Tara and Pamela picked me up at Marissa’s. Still naked with no clothes of my own, they drove me back to their house and both of them fucked me. They filled me in on plans for the evening; Tara would be going to a party and Pamela along with Cerise, Vanessa and Alyssa were taking me trick or treating.
My costume for the evening was an “Orange is the New Black” prison outfit complete with a Piper wig, a name badge, and prisoner chains that shackled my wrists in front of me to a waist chain and a chain dropping down to ankle shackles. Underneath that I was naked except for a white tee. They’d slit the seam under the crotch of the baggy prisoner orange pants which allowed my handlers to reach under me and access my cunt. A butt plug and heels completed my ensemble. I looked and felt whorish as hell.
Cerise and Pamela were dressed as prison guards, Vanessa as a witch and Alyssa as a black cat. Tara, dressed as Cleopatra, left for her party with her law firm cronies and around 7:00 the four girls and I began trick or treating in Tara’s definitely upscale neighborhood. I clutched my little plastic pumpkin in front of me, tottered on stilettos and felt every inch of the plug in my ass. My cunt oozed from the stimulation. We passed scads of trick or treaters, kids with their parents, some teens, a few parents acting goofy, etc. We'd hit perhaps a half dozen houses before my handlers had me on the ground beside a hedge row at a darkened house, me with my face buried under the witches skirt sucking Vanessa’s pussy as my two guards and the black cat frigged me off with a vibe. It was ludicrous, lewd and insane, the witch cumming all over my face and my prison guards bringing me off and smearing my cunt ooze over my face as well.
From there it was more houses, more candy, more curious parents handling out candy to Piper and her black entourage dying in laughter. Between houses they kept fingering my cunt through the large slit in my prisoner pants until a pussy juice stain showed against the orange fabric. We hit probably 25-30 houses in all, mostly white families and usually a parent at the door, frequently the man, handing out candy. More than one guy was ultra-flirty with us, chiding me for either being too old to trick or treat or asking if those were real chains or salivating over Alyssa’s skin tight black cat getup. Vanessa played her witch role to the hilt, threatening to cast spells on a few adults who thought we all were too old for candy, or enticing a few that she had the power to make Pipers costume disappear. In one instance she referred to the tell-tale ooze on my prisoner pant as “witches ooze” and told one white mom she could do the same for her. She slammed the door. Let it be said that the witch peed on that mom’s pumpkin as retaliation.
In a way, I hadn’t had so much fun in ages. It was like an open air fetish party and by the end of the evening, I was madly in love with the girls and horny as hell. No sooner where we back at Pamela’s and barely inside the foyer when Vanessa and I were on the floor and once again I was sucking the black witches pussy.
Within 30 minutes all of us went back out, prowling the neighborhood, definitely up to no good and looking for mischief. We went back to one particular house where a hottie blonde mom - dressed as a school girl, short plaid skirt, white knee socks and Mary Janes - was handing out candy earlier in the evening. When she answered the door again, initially telling us that trick or treat hours were over, Vanessa started flirting with her, really laying it on thick. The hottie mom was buying into it and Vanessa kept pressing. She even told her that I was their prisoner in real life and she could be one too. The mom was more than curious; you could see it in her eyes but the hubby was back with the kids and she made a little lame excuse that she had to go. Vanessa grabbed her, hugged her and buried her tongue in the mom’s mouth and slid her hand up under the skirt. For this flash in time they seemed frozen on the front porch locked in an embrace, Vanessa’s hand cupping the woman’s ass. A man’s voice inside the house stopped the scene. The mom freaked. Vanessa said she’d be back soon, what was her name. The woman whispered it and … also a phone number. The door shut and we took note of the house number and then the street. Vanessa knew the mom wanted it and promised us she’d be fucking that bitch.
We went back to Pamela’s and Vanessa called the number. By that time I was on the floor again getting fucked by Cerise. Vanessa narrated to the woman, Debby, what was happening and said she could be a part of it, all she had to do was meet her. Vanessa tried to talk her into staying up after her hubby went to bed but that didn’t go anywhere. She put me on the phone and I told her this is the real deal and nothing on earth compares to being a white slut to black girls and encouraged her to meet Vanessa. Then Vanessa talked again and I went back to fucking Cerise. They stayed on the phone a long time and we’re pretty sure Debby frigged off.
Lucky me, I got fucked half the night. Poor Debby probably dreamed about it. I hope it works out.
(I’ve since learned that it has. Lol.)
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