Chapter 116: Trick-Or-Blow-Job
There was no going back.
The realistic imitation of the hooded elf was gone.
Only the real one stayed, and she stayed with Junk. Only Junk.
"I hope you don't mind…" she responded to him, as he questioned her about her species. She sure hoped this didn't ruin everything. Her 'costume' as she hesitated to call it had failed her.
"I sure don't. Why would it change anything? I just mentioned it because we, unfortunately, get the visit of the many elves around this region. But please free me. Let me go. These monster arms scare me."
"Not yet," April declared to him.
"That's right. Don't worry. We won't hurt you," Junk promised him, his cock was freely throbbing right in front of her, nearly touching her face underneath her hood. Junk was that lucky.
"Did you get visited by an elvish trick-or-treater before?" she asked him as she was battling not to get a lick of Junk's dick.
"No. Never before. I had my share of people, costumed as elvish men and women. They wore fake ears. It was cute, but they were humans. They weren't like you. You are a real elf, right?" the man with the bad back demanded her, wanting to make sure he wasn't being tricked by fake ears, again. After all, this was one of the many, many trick-or-treating nights of the year. The night was meant to be wearing costumes. To be faking people. To be tricking them. The man couldn't fault anyone for dressing up as elves and wearing these fake and pointy ears. But to him, there was something about her that was different.
She was real.
He could tell. Even though he had only seen her ears for one moment, he could tell that they were different from any fake, pointy, elvish ears that other trick-or-treaters had worn over the past, couple of years, ever since he had been living in this town, ever since he bought this house and began accepting to receive trick-or-treaters at night. Something that wasn't an option, even if he accepted it or not. The worst thing could happen to a homeowner if he or she didn't answer the door and greeted the night visitors. Awful things always happened whenever he didn't answer the door. Something he had learned not to do, years ago…
"Yes. They are real. I am the real deal," she said to him as she finally decided to lower her hood, therefore, revealing her face and the rest of her head, including the real, pointy ears that he loved so much. The identity of the cloaked, young, elvish woman was revealed. He didn't know her, but he thought she was the most gorgeous woman that had ever come trick-or-treating at his door.
This young, elvish woman was April.
Something that was only known by her and Junk up to this point.
He smiled at the man before beginning to blow on the head of Junk's dick. Blowing a warm wind all over his head. Teasing him. Almost being cruel with him, as only blowing on his cock had for effect to produce and unleashed quite a bit of pre-cum. His head was throbbing. It was begging to be kissed by the elvish trick-or-treater. "There you go. This is me. There. As you can see, those are real," April said as she touched her own ears. Tried pulling on them a bit. Directly showing him that they were real. As she stopped touching them, she even took the time to make them move, up and down for him. Proving to him that they were real.
"I can see it. You are who you say you are," he told her. He believed her. He saw her. Then, after proving this to him, she looked down at Junk's throbbing dick. All of her attention went to his boyfriend's member.
"Now, about this trick I promised you…" she allowed her own tongue to slide out of her mouth before licking the pre-cum, dripping off Junk's cock.
This was what the trick was all about.
April got to have a sexy time with her boyfriend, Junk, while the man who opened the door watched, but could never play.
She licked it. From the top to the bottom where his testicles were. Then, when everything was wet and perfectly lubricated, she swallowed his cock whole and sucked it off. The blow-job the man with the bad back had been hoping for this entire time, except it wasn't for him. It was all for Junk.
He had been looking forward to being visited by a nice and young woman all night long. It had finally happened. He felt like the luckiest man in the entire town. He hit the jackpot.
However, she tricked him into thinking that.
She played him.
He was certain of it midway through the sloppy blow-job that he watched but could never experience.
April's tongue swirled all around the base of Junk's dick and made him go wild. This was already the best blow-job he had ever had in his entire life. This was the best. He felt like he could already ejaculate, and he would be happy with it. But he tried his best to last as long as possible. He wished to do more with her. Junk was so loving this.
It wasn't every trick-or-treating that he was being visited by a woman as busty and gorgeous as she was. Moments such as this only happened twice in the many years he inhabited in this town and lived in his house. The man was still amazed that someone as beautiful as her visited him.
Meanwhile, Junk came dangerously close to ejaculating until…
… She suddenly stopped!
"Is everything alright?" the man asked her.
"April?" Junk asked her.
"I want you to fuck me, Junk. That's part of the trick," April told him, surprising him as he truly thought he was going to come before she stopped. If she hadn't stopped, he would have definitely ejaculated inside of her mouth, which was a good thing that she stopped because he didn't want this to end so soon.
"I like that idea…" Junk said.
The next moment, April was riding her boyfriend. This was the perfect position for them. She was riding him, but her back was facing him. She was still wearing her dark cloak while having sex with him. She didn't bother to take it off. She only lifted it up a bit and revealed that she wasn't wearing anything underneath the black coat. No other clothes. No underwear. Nothing.
"How do you like that trick?" she asked him as she was quickly bouncing up and down on him as she rode him. His member was deep inside of her pussy, happily inside of her voluptuous body.
"I'll be honest with you… This feels more like a treat rather than a trick…" Junk admitted to her.
"Oh, no, make no mistake, this is indeed a trick…" another woman, wearing a dark cloak and a large hood whispered in the man's house, in a different room.
The cloaked woman pulled her hood down: It was September.