Trick or Treat: Femdom Fiction

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Trick or Treat

He turned the ignition off and checked himself briefly in the rear-view mirror.  Yes, all good he thought. He had shaven again before coming out, dispensing with the five o’clock shadow in anticipation of the evening ahead.  Eve had hinted that it was an occasion to let the hair down and he thought there had been some kind of a dark hint in her countenance as she said it.  Well it was a little get together for Halloween after all, a social for the staff, which she said would be very entertaining.

He cast his mind back to his monthly review, the first since he had taken this job. She had been matter of fact, with him, pointing out that his sales figures were good and he had fulfilled his monthly target. She had, however, pulled him up on what she termed his cocky manner in the office and his tendency to ogle his female colleagues. “You should not undress every woman with your eyes,” she had chided him. Then she added somewhat mysteriously that that would be soon knocked out of him.

He didn’t bother trying to decipher what she meant. He was who he was, and he had already decided who he wanted to bed in the office.  He got out of the car and walked to the front door of the house. Eve promptly answered after the ring. He caught his breath. She looked ravishing in a black number with black leather boots. She was certainly a woman of many parts, he surmised.

“The rest are here,” she said as she led him along the corridor. She paused before a door looking him up and down. “Ok come along in.”

She opened the door and he walked in. The women were sitting around on couches, sipping from flute glasses. Immediately his eyes were drawn to their ample cleavage.  His eyes wandered until eventually they met Eve’s steady gaze.

“You dirty perve,” she said. “Get down on your fucking knees.”

He gasped, and said in a stuttering voice, “what do you mean?”

“What part of get down on your knees do you not understand. You are going to be our little bitch for the evening. Consider it a sort of initiation,” she barked at him, as the rest giggled.

He got down on his knees, his mind a jumble of confused thoughts. So imperious was her commanding manner that he seemed helpless in the face of it.

“Good, do not get back up. The girls are going to undress you now.”

He stood and the women encircled him. There was no sign of any of the guys he noted. They shrugged him out of his jacket and started unbuttoning his shirt. Eve stepped forward, and he was transfixed by her stare so much that he never noticed her hand until it closed around his crotch.

“My, my what have were here,” she mused.

The rest giggled. He was now topless and they started to unbutton his pants. They pulled down his boxers, releasing his hardening cock.  He was excited yes, but this was unprecedented for him. A sex party with him providing the entertainment for these women. He had hoped to ride at least one of them, but all of them. He would rise to the task, he reckoned.  He stood naked before them, and he was aware of their appraising glances.

“Now on your knees again,” Eve commanded.

He knelt back down.

“As it’s Halloween, we are going to have our little version of trick and treat,” she told him.

“You are probably wondering where all the lads are. Well, they are part of this little game.”

She went to a side table and rang a bell that was on it.  The door opened and four masked figures entered. They were adorned with Halloween masks with dressing robes on.  He looked nonplussed at Eve.

“Let me explain,” she said. “Adam, Robert, Sam and Howard have dressed up for the game. You have to figure out who is who, and to help you figure it out you are going to go down on all of them and then try and identify them according to their cocks. We are going to watch.”

This met with more giggles from the girls, and the mirth was unmistakeable.

“I not gay or bi,” he stammered.

“Immaterial,” answered Eve. “You are going to be our bitch. We do it with every guy who comes to work for us.”

She turned to the line of masked figures. “Now boys, unsheathe your pieces.”

On cue they all untied their robes, and a phalanx of erect cocks presented themselves.

“Step forward, number one,” she said.

The first figure stepped in front of him, lining his cock up with his face.

“Lick it first and then suck it you bitch,” Eve commanded.

Again, her tone seemed to bewitch him. He swallowed and then opened his mouth. His tongue made contact with the shaft, sending a tingle throughout his body.  As if it had a life of its own, it started to glide up and down.

“Lick those balls as well,” Eve said.

His tongue made contact with the voluminous sack, licking them. Then it glided back up, reaching its destination.  He flinched a bit from the taste of it, but quickly accustomed, licking it.  The cock pulsated as his lips encircled it and it entered his mouth.  He started working on a rhythm as Eve cupped his head in her hands.

“Don’t get him too excited,” she said, “you have the rest to do as well.”

And that’s what he did, repeating the process as each took their turn.  When finished, they asked him to try and guess who was who.  He got it wrong on each count as they unmasked themselves. He looked mutedly at them, scarcely believing he had fellated them all.

“Oh, very poor,” said Eve.

“The punishment is as bukkake for you.”

Again, on cue his four male colleagues encircled him and started wanking.  They came over his face, their hot spunk hitting his cheeks, lips, forehead and nose.

“Now lick what you can off,” Eve said.

The salty tang quickly assailed his mouth and senses.  He had come to this party and they had changed him irrevocably. They had brought something to the surface in him that he did not know was there.  He looked limply at Eve and the rest of them, hardly able to meet their eyes in shame, he guessed.  He wouldn’t be ogling any of them again.

He hung his head, the spunk still splayed across the unreachable parts of his face.

Eve stood over him, and addressed the others.

“Now girls, anyone ready to take a pee…….?”

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