A brash buccaneer with lust on her mind leads a lover on a search for buried treasure.

I could hear the shrieking sound effects coming from the front of the store. Even back in my office with the door closed, the shrieks and howls of our spooky Halloween soundtrack reached me.

Whatever the season, we’ve got a sound. Party stores are festive all year round. I was actually more partial to these noises than to the endless Christmas carols I knew were ho-ho-ho-ing right around the corner.

My job is to make everything flow smoothly behind the scenes, which is why I was trying to figure out why a shipment of bright red rubber clown noses hadn’t arrived, when a knock sounded at the door.

“Yeah?” I called out, not putting a whole lot of effort into the greeting. I was thigh-deep in math hell. Two weeks before Halloween, and I’d received one nose. I’d expected 1000. How was I supposed to outfit clowns this season with one measly rubber nose?

My office is located down the hall from the main showroom. There is a creak to the door that I’ve never bothered to get fixed. Most of the year, the sound doesn’t bother me much. For the Halloween season, the eerie whine of the hinges fits right in. The door opened slowly with its signature creak. I still didn’t look up as I heard the footsteps of whoever was entering. It was probably just a delivery person who needed my signature. Maybe my noses had arrived! I glanced at the person standing in front of my desk.

It was Katie. She was dressed head-to-toe as a pirate — with a three-corner hat, eye patch and a stuffed parrot. But even with those standard accessories, she was not your average pirate. She oozed sexy, slutty buccaneer from every fiber of her sexy, slutty being.

“Katie,” I started. “You look… ” My voice trailed off as I found myself floundering for the right words to describe her.

Her white blouse was pulled so low in the front that I could practically see her nipples. The blouse cinched in tight at the waist, showcasing her hourglass figure. The first thought I had was to lean forward and tug that blouse the rest of the way down. Did she have small, round nipples? Or were hers fat and plump? I wanted to know.

Katie wanted something, too.

“Polly want a cracker?” she asked languidly as I looked her up and down in undisguised amazement and unabashed lust. I couldn’t imagine where she’d possibly have stashed a cracker. “Or possibly some other type of treat?” she asked next, seeming to read my mind.

While I stared in stunned silence, she lifted the tatters of her skirt, showing off a pair of shiny black satin knickers. She had ropes of excessively large faux pearls around her neck, and she slid off one strand and started to rub the beads obscenely between her legs, obviously stimulating herself. I say obviously, because she shut her eyes for a moment and made a cooing sound like a woman aroused.

“Katie,” I said again, because I couldn’t think of anything else to say. My coworker generally wore serious clothes — slim-fitting slacks and turtlenecks in muted colors like sad plum or tornado gray. Like me, she’s not out on the showroom floor. I manage the inventory; she handles human resources. I wanted to handle her human resources! She’d never struck me as someone who would get into the dressing up part of Halloween. Or if she did, I thought she might go as an accountant or a librarian.

“Yes, Polly,” she responded, and she turned around slowly so I could see all of her — so much more of her than I’d ever seen before. The strange thing was the more of Katie I could see, the more I wanted to see. Now that I was able to ogle the curves of her bountiful breasts and the swell of her spectacular hips, all I desired was to see her body without any hindrance at all.

“Lock the door,” I said.

Rubber clown noses be damned. I was going to walk the plank with this vixen.

She spun, her skirt flouncing. I took in the ripped fishnets, the combat boots, the blousy shirt. I decided that she was more pirate-y than pirate, for want of a better description. On closer inspection, I realized that she must have put together a variety of different costumes to assemble the one she was wearing. The shirt was definitely all pirate. But the fishnets looked as if they might have come from a 70s costume. The boots were her own well-loved pair. Once she’d locked the door, I stood and pulled her closer.

“Polly… ” Katie started coyly.

“I know. Do I want a cracker? Well, no.”

“A muffin?” she teased. “A biscuit? I think there’s a chocolate doughnut in the break room.”

I shook my head as I sank to my knees and pushed her skirt to her waist.

“A cookie?”

I gripped her skirt in my clenched fists and was running my tongue up and down the seam of her panties. She trembled at my touch. I’d been wanting to eat out Katie for ages. She’d appealed to my dirty sensibilities. Mostly because she seemed to darn serious, always working and never playing. I had daydreamed of ways to get dirty with her, to take her hair down, to see if she wore colored underwear — or any underwear at all. The possibilities were endless, except for the fact that I hadn’t known whether or not she was into girls. I knew now. I guess the Halloween season brings out the frisky side of people. Or frees them up, allowing them to loosen their inhibitions.

I traced the tip of my tongue directly over her pussy. I was fairly sure I’d connected directly with her clit based on her reaction. The sighs she made were visceral, coming from deep within her. She held on to my shoulders to keep herself steady.

I didn’t want her steady.

I wanted her to tremble and shake. I wanted her to lose all control. Halloween brings out the monster in many people. It divides the Jekylls from the Hydes. Why not bring out the sex goddesses, as well? I dragged her satin panties to the side and began to suck hard on her clit. She went totally silent. I didn’t even hear the sound of her breathing. She was one tightly strung wire of desire.

Using my fingertips, I exposed the jewel of her clit, so that the hard little button was out from under the hood. Yes, Katie had dressed up for the season. But I was interested in her naked core.

“Her succulent juices were even more delectable than I’d imagined.”

I sucked even harder, and as I worked her clit with my tongue, I stroked her inner walls with two of my fingers. She started to say my name over and over under her breath. “Polly, Polly, Polly.” I loved the way she trilled the end of my name. I amped up the intensity of my assault on her clit, determined to bring her to an earth-shaking, world-bending orgasm. As I did, I thought of the different times we’d crossed paths.

Whenever I’d come into her office, she had never been anything but professional. And yet — hadn’t I always sensed a pulse between us? A rhythmic palpitation of unanswered lust?

Her thighs were really shaking now, and she continued to urge me on. “Oh, Polly. Pretty Polly. Use your tongue like that! Fuck me with your tongue!”

I plucked her, twanged her, and in a short span of time had her coming all over my face. Oh, sweet heaven. My face was awash in her juices. I imagined that my cheeks and lips must be shiny with her gloss. I used my shirt to wipe my mouth, and I grinned up at her.

How long had I fantasized about dining on Katie? Her succulent juices were even more delectable than I’d imagined. She was breathing now as if she’d run a race to get to me. I thought I could feel her pulse tangoing with my palms, which were flat against her thighs.

When she caught her breath once more, she asked in a low voice, “Do you have something in those pants for me?”

“You bet,” I answered. More than a dripping pussy, in fact. My clothes were concealing the strap-on cock I’d donned earlier. I’d been planning on heading out after work for a little adventure and wanted to be prepared.

“You’ll have to earn it, though,” I told my pretty pirate.

“What do you mean?”

Katie’s slutty seafarer was bringing out my more playful side.

“If you’re a pirate, then I’m your captain. And you’ve been such a naughty pirate. Shirking your duties. Sharing your crackers.” I stripped to my harness, boyshorts and bra, then reached into one of the costume boxes that surrounded my desk and found a black jacket. I put it on with a pair of tight black breeches. Then I found a rope from a cowboy costume, and I lassoed my lass to the office chair. She was very much interested in this game; I could tell. Her cheeks blushed becomingly, and her breathing grew erratic.

“A pirate like you needs to learn some manners.”

“We live by the sea,” she said.

I licked her neck. She had a salty flavor. I kissed her lips, then bit her bottom one. She squealed. “Tell me more about your life on the ocean,” I said. “This seafaring life of yours.”

She opened her mouth, but then moaned instead of answering my question. I had pulled her blouse down to reveal a racy lacy bra, bright red and risqué. It was something I would never have pictured her in.

With one hand in her bra, I started tweaking her nipples, first the left then the right. To my delight, she seemed to appreciate a firm touch. I tugged on one nipple. She bowed in the chair, arching to meet my hand and letting me know with her motions that she wanted more. I used both hands now, really palming her tits. She whimpered and sighed.

“You know what happens to naughty pirates?”

“No,” she whispered. “What happens?”

“They suck their captain’s cock, and then they get punished before getting properly pegged.”

She swallowed hard, but her face was lit up, her eyes shining like pirate jewels and her cheeks pink with the heat of her lustful desires.

“I’ll suck your cock any time,” she said. I moved into a position on the desk that allowed for this type of behavior. I lowered my breeches, and Katie captured my dickhead between her pouty lips. As she sucked my rubber cock, I stroked her gossamer hair and whispered words of encouragement. I wondered how wet she was getting. I was plenty wet under the harness.

When I could wait no longer, I untied her and bent her over my desk. I wanted to deliver a hard spanking — something she’d remember later, something to make her squirm — but what should I use?

Katie cleared her throat and slid a wooden ruler closer to me. So she was putting ideas into my head. Well, I would let her know who was boss!

“Where do you keep your treasure?” I asked her.

“Buried.”

“Do you have a map?” I queried.

She nodded but shut her lips tight. Ah. This one would be difficult. She wasn’t going to melt for me simply because I asked.

“I slickened her hole with lube, then made her beg me to fuck her.”

“Let’s see if you’re more willing to give me information after your punishment.”

She raised her bottom high in the air. Vixen! Trollop! She clearly wanted me to spank her as much as I wanted to dole out some punishment. Well, I wouldn’t hold out on either of us any longer. I smacked her ass through her skirt with the flat of the ruler. She yelped happily. I gave her another firm swat. I pushed the skirt out of the way and yanked her panties down her sweet thighs and off over her feet. Then I heated her ass and upper thighs for her until she was quite clearly on the verge of coming. Her skin had taken on an attractive rosy hue.

“Where is your treasure?” I demanded again.

“You’ll have to fuck it out of me!” she announced. Well, that could definitely be arranged. We both knew she’d given me exactly the answer I was looking for. I pulled her to me and let her feel the tip of my dick. She said, “Put it in me, Polly! Put it in my pussy! Fuck me with your thick cock!”

Although I love to take my time, I couldn’t hold back any longer, couldn’t deny myself the breath-taking bliss waiting for me. We’d engage in more foreplay on a different trip.

“What if I want to put my cock in your ass?” I asked her. I wondered what she’d have to say about that idea. She was wet enough for me to lube up my dick with her juices and then slide it right into her tight back hole.

“I’ll tell you… I’ll tell you… ” she babbled.

“Where’s your treasure?” I asked, giving her one last chance.

“Right between my legs!” she cried out. I plunged then, spearing her pussy with my dick with a brutal intensity, making her practically sob with relief. In and out I worked my dick, knowing that she was going to come in a rush and deciding that I’d have her clean all her juices off me before I took her ass.

I crept one hand underneath her so she could rock against my fingers. She moaned and whimpered, and I sensed the second she dove into the swells of her climax, the scintillating sea of her orgasm. After that, we decided it was my turn. Well, she did. She flipped around and settled herself on her knees. In a heartbeat, her pink tongue was swirling all around my cockhead. Then she was deep-throating my dick with the power and precision of someone who really enjoys having a penis in her mouth. I couldn’t stand the teasing after a few short moments. I undid my harness, stripped off my boyshorts and spread my legs wide. She held my ass cheeks in her hands and started to suckle from my font, flicking my clit with her tongue and running the tip all around my own jewel before sucking intensely. I threaded my fingers in her hair, called her all sorts of names — both sweet and saucy — and creamed like a fountain all over her face.

There was a look of glazed hopefulness on Katie’s features. Were we done? She clearly didn’t want to be. Neither did I.

“What do you want to do next?” she asked. I loved that expression of surrender in her eyes. I had taken her to heights. I could tell.

“I want to bury my cock in your ass,” I said, reaching for the phallus. She scampered across the room and pulled her purse from the corner. Then she was handing me a bottle of lube and bending across my desk once more. While I poured the liquid into my palm and greased my pole, she held her ass cheeks wide open to show me her rosebud.

What a treasure indeed! I slickened her hole with plenty of lube, then made her beg me to fuck her there.

“You’ll walk the plank if you don’t pull those cheeks open wider,” I threatened with mock severity.

She obeyed immediately, and I pressed the head of my fake dick in her tight ass. Then I used three fingers to plug her pussy while I sawed my cock in and out of her. For a second, I worried that her cries would bring other staffers our way. Then I realized it was now after hours. She and I were the only employees left in the building. That freed me up to tell her all of my feisty plans.

“I’m taking you to my private paradise,” I said. “When we’re finished here, we’ll go to my place, and you’ll wear my dick next,” I told her.

“Oh, yes,” she whinnied.

“Then you can fuck my ass and punish me for tying you up.”

“I can’t wait,” she told me, and I think she meant the words in two ways. She couldn’t wait to have her turn plundering my ass, and she couldn’t wait to come because she was climaxing again. The tremors of her body told me so.

I pulled out of her and lost the dildo and harness in a hurry. Then I used one hand to rub out a fierce orgasm of my own. I knew we’d have a night of bliss ahead of us, but I needed to even the score before we sailed into the sunset.

Polly had definitely wanted a pussy. That was for sure. And this Halloween, Polly got exactly what she wanted.

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