A self-professed good girl taps into her bad side on Halloween for some kinky fun.

The invitation to Charlie’s spur-of-the-moment Halloween party read: “Come as you’re not.” My roommate, Stefanie, brainstormed the idea that we’d go as a team, linked together as Good and Evil.

“How would we do that?” I wanted   to know.

“We’ll dress as an angel and a devil,” she said, as if I should have guessed. I thought about the idea for a moment. I didn’t have any better suggestions. Besides, angel fit perfectly for me.

“Of course, I’ll be the angel,” I said matter-of-factly. That was a no brainer — wasn’t it?

“Of course, you’re totally wrong,” she said, explaining that she’d be the angel and I’d be the devil. “It’s the best idea,” she proclaimed. “Nobody will even recognize you.”

“Nobody will buy that for a second,” I protested.

“That’s what Halloween is all about, silly,” she insisted. I watched her paw through the closet, searching for something that might work. She emerged with a formfitting white satin slip. “That’ll be angelic enough,” she decided, and she squirmed her hourglass figure into the shining sheath. “Now, for you, we have to get creative.”

Even though it was Halloween, there was no way anyone would believe us if we swapped roles. Stefanie really is a naughty thing, and I’ve never been able to ditch my sweet persona.

“Something red,” she continued. “Very, very red. Head-to-toe, fire-engine, fuck-me-pumps red.” She assessed me, then amended, “Not head-to-toe. You’re going to be in something revealing.”

“I don’t do revealing.”

“I know! That’s why this is going to be so exciting! I can’t wait to do this!”

“For who?” I had to ask. Exciting for me? I was completely out of my element already. I would have been comfortable as the angel, but what Stefanie was suggesting was something way out there. I watched as she pulled a pair of scarlet hot pants from her closet. I shook my head. “You’re going to look positively edible,” she insisted. “You have the best body. You just never show it off.”

“What would I wear with these?”

“A tube top!”

“No way!” I was aghast.

“A halter? A… ” She disappeared into her closet once more, and I mentally ran through her wardrobe. Stefanie’s at least a full cup size larger than I am. I would never fit in a tube top of hers.

She emerged with a red halter vest that had a zipper running the length of the front. I felt my heart rate speeding up. Hot pants had never entered even the fringe of my conservative attire. I couldn’t possibly. Wouldn’t be able to. But all the no’s and the nay’s and the I won’t’s disappeared from my lips when she brought out the horns and the tail.

“You have horns and a tail in your closet?” I asked, agog.

“Well, yeah,” she said in a tone that implied, “Doesn’t everyone?”

“Why would you have those?”

“Cosplay.”

“You play devils?”

“Don’t worry about what I do in my horns and tail,” Stefanie sniffed. “Let’s get this outfit on you and see how you look.”

I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. I…

“I want to make everybody gasp at your transformation. Charlie’s the host, you know. And Charlie likes you — and you like Charlie.” She handed over the last item. It was a half-mask, covered in red sequins. “See?” she said, thoughtfully. “Put your hair back. Put on the mask. Nobody will know it’s you until you tell them.”

That was appealing to me. And I was sure she was right. Why would anyone think I’d wear short-shorts and a revealing halter? I gathered the gear and went into my room to change. I tried on the outfit, then spun for myself in the mirror. The tail really was the pièce de résistance, and the horns looked utterly adorable. With the mask in place, I knew it was me — of course — but I didn’t think others would.

Stefanie had on wings and a halo by the time I walked into the hall. I didn’t bother asking her why or where she’d worn those before. She grabbed me around the waist in a quick hug.

“You look exceptional!” she said, obviously delighted. “We’ll sneak up on all the partiers. You on the left side, me on the right, and we’ll whisper deviant and wholesome things.”

Oh, for crying out loud, I mentally sputtered. “I can’t… ” I started. How on earth would I be able to spontaneously come up with ideas to whisper in the guests’ ears? What would I say? “Let me be the angel,” I begged. “I could do that in my sleep!”

“Nope. You’re a devil. And being devilish is easy. All you do is say the opposite of whatever you think you should.”

I thought about that for a moment. It sounded slightly reasonable. “Seriously,” she continued. “Try it.”

What would I normally say? “Be good.” So now, I’d say, “Go on. Be bad.” What else? I usually would encourage someone to skip the second slice of cake. Was I really such a killjoy? I guessed so. Now, I would say, “Be a devil. Have the second slice.”

We headed together to Charlie’s. Stefanie was practicing her good lines for me. She was actually having a difficult time, but she seemed to be loving every second. She swore in between lines — and I said, “No. An angel wouldn’t say fuck.”

“Fuck me. Are you serious?”

“Very.”

We trained each other on the walk to Charlie’s apartment, discussing good and bad behavior. As far as I could tell, there were very few rules for my etiquette. The devil would be in the details, we’d decided. Who were we going to tease at the party? With whom would we flirt?

The other question was which one of us would be more successful? Would men want to sneak off with their good conscience? Or would they be more inclined to go for a bad girl — with the “bad” in quotations.

“I could feel my pussy positively pulsing. I was so turned on.”

But I realized when we entered the place that we needn’t have bothered with all the planning. Because who was that leaning over the bar in a wolf costume? Stefanie’s on-again, off-again beau, Steve. He gave her a look that would have melted any angel’s resolve, and she went straight to his side, fluttering her feathered wings all the way.

At the sight of her in that white nightie, they were “on” once more.

So in a flash, I was a devil all by myself. No longer half of a team, I was a one-off, a forlorn imp. I held my pointed tail and felt sorry for myself

“You don’t have me fooled.”

That came from behind me. I spun to see Charlie, the host, smiling at me. Oh, did he ever look handsome. I took in his outfit, understanding immediately that he was dressed as a businessman. Come as you’re not? Charlie’s an artist — and he generally prefers paint-splattered pants and a T-shirt that’s been through the wash one too many hundred times. Now? He’d shaved his goatee, tucked his long hair back and was wearing a suit. An honest-to-goodness suit that fit him in a way that made my hot pants wet. Was that a briefcase at his side?

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I saw Stefanie in those wings. That golden halo.”

I smiled and got a little closer. “She was your good conscience,” I said.

“I think my good conscience is on her knees in the bathroom blowing a werewolf.”

“Yeah, Steve didn’t really get the ‘come as you’re not’ part of the party,” I sighed.

“So I’ve only got evil on my shoulder?”

“Looks that way.”

He shook his head. “I’m thinking we can make a little trouble of our own.” He took my hand and led me down the hall away from the party. I’d always had a crush on Charlie, so I followed willingly, dragging my devil’s tail behind me.

“Now, it’s always been my theory,” he said when we were behind closed doors, “that when it comes to good and bad, clothes don’t always make the woman.”

“What are you saying? That I’m a good girl in bad girl’s clothing?”

“I’m certain that you are.”

“What can I do to prove to you that I really am a bad girl?”

He cocked a brow. Then he said, “Well, bad girls get punished.”

“Are you serious?”

He went to the dresser and reached into the top drawer. In a second, he had a paddle in one hand and he beckoned to me with the other. I didn’t even have time to process the fact that he had sex toys in his drawer.

“What are you planning on doing with that?” I asked nervously.

“Spanking you!” He said the words with such glee that I felt a powerful chord of desire twang through me.

“Letting you spank me will prove that I’m a bad girl? Wouldn’t a good girl be willing to get a spanking?”

“No, first you have to earn your spanking.”

I didn’t quite understand. Stefanie is the one who plays kinky games like this. She should have been in here. Then I heard a wolf howl, and I realized she was definitely nearby, having her own dirty fun.

Charlie laughed and said, “You don’t have it in you. I knew it.”

I gave him my best look of mock outrage. “I can be as bad as the worst of them,” I insisted.

“Prove it,” he said defiantly.

I thought about the coaching Stefanie had given me on the walk to the party. Yes, I’d flinched when she’d wanted me to say the X-rated words. I’d tried and failed. But I could try harder. I would try harder. I looked at Charlie’s crotch. Speaking of harder, was he hard? Could I make him hard with my words alone? Stefanie would have been able to.

“I’ll blow you,” I said, trying to be seductive.

“Like a candle?” He was teasing.

“I’ll suck you,” I attempted next.

“Like a vacuum?”

This wasn’t going according to plan at all. Charlie is so good-looking. He makes my heart speed up and my pussy pound. Oh! Maybe I ought to simply say what I was feeling, I decided. Perhaps, honesty — in this case — would be the best policy.

I stared directly at Charlie, took a deep breath, and I announced, “I want to fuck you, Charlie. I want to slurp your big, hard cock into my mouth.” I said the words slowly and meaningfully. I really did want to do exactly what I’d told him.

He seemed momentarily taken a back. I’d never in my life acted this way. It wasn’t that I was a virgin. But up until that moment I had always been fairly subdued in my sensual desires. I’d had lots of sex, but I’d let the men lead. I’d gotten off, definitely, but in a fairly ladylike manner.

I moved toward him. I put one hand on his dick through his dark gray slacks. “I want to get on my knees, undo your fly, and free your hard cock,” I said, realizing how much I liked saying the word “cock.” There was something rather exceptional about that hard “K” sound. Charlie looked speechless.

Good, I thought. Be speechless.

Since he didn’t appear to have a problem with my desires, I unzipped his fly and let his dick out. Then I took off my mask so I wouldn’t be hindered. Charlie watched intently as I went to my knees on his carpet. To steady himself, he put his hands on my shoulders. For one fluttery second, I waited, feeling unleashed and untamed. I met his cock for the first time with my scarlet-glossed lips, pulling him deep inside my mouth and sucking him for all I was worth. Charlie started to talk to me after I had wet his dick with my mouth. He seemed to regain his senses after I’d made his erection completely glossy.

“He looked dangerously handsome when he was entirely naked.”

“What are you going to do next, bad girl?”

“Well,” I said, sitting back on my haunches and gazing up at him. “I thought I’d let you take my shorts and panties down and put me over your lap.”

Oh, my pussy was positively swimming in sexual lubrication, and oh how liberating it felt! Who knew being ballsy was such a turn-on? I now fully understood why Stefanie went through life in her take-no-prisoners manner. She was having a blast.

I was going to, too!

“You ready?” he asked.

He sat on the edge of his bed, and I scampered over his lap. I wondered for a second what the paddle would feel like. I didn’t have to wait long to find out. Charlie lifted my tail in the air and began spanking me through the shorts at first. I held myself entirely still, absorbing the blows. That’s when he started to laugh.

“See? I knew you were a good girl.” I swung around to look at him over my shoulder.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re just holding yourself so still. You’re even behaving for a spanking!”

“Why? What is wrong with that?” Was I never going to get the hang of this “being a bad girl” thing?

“When I spanked Stefanie, she kicked and squirmed.”

I had forgotten the two had dated. Briefly. His words piqued my interest — and honestly my competitive nature. I wanted to outdo whatever Stefanie had done.

“Is that what you’re supposed to do?”

He let another blow land on my ass. “There is no ‘supposed to,’” he said. “Each person has her — or his — own style. I’m simply observing.”

That made me laugh. As if there was a guide somewhere.

But then Charlie pulled down my shorts. I could feel my pussy positively pulsing. I was so turned on. I wondered how my angelic counterpart was getting on. I guessed that she hadn’t put nearly as much effort into pretending to be a good girl as I was in getting the gist of being naughty.

“Ah-ha,” he said, sounding smug.

“Ah-ha, what?” I asked him.

“You’re wearing panties.”

It hadn’t occurred to me not to. I’d    never gone commando in my life.

“A real bad girl would have left the panties at home,” he said, lowering my undies at a maddeningly slow pace.

“Next time,” I began, but then he started spanking me for real, and my words disappeared. Charlie slammed the paddle against my bare butt. I squealed and then sighed. There was pain, but nothing I couldn’t handle. The sensation actually melted quite quickly into a warmth that spread throughout my entire body. I was dreamily aware of the fact that my pussy was even wetter than before. Charlie touched me between my legs, and then he was aware, too.

In fact, I realized in a flash that I needed to fuck him. Embracing my newly minted bad-girl attitude, I told him so without holding back. “Fuck me, Charlie. Fuck me, now!”

He dropped the paddle, and I scooted off his lap. I watched ravenously as he got out of his costume. The suit had looked good on him. But he was much better suited for nudity. He looked dangerously handsome when he was entirely naked. His long hair was down, and his eyes seemed to burn with a fire.

We were bad together at that point. My ass was all hot. He palmed the warm globes as he lifted me up. Then we were joined together, fucking like fiends — appropriate, I supposed, as I still had the devil horns in my hair. He pounded me into the mattress, and I did something I’d never done before: I cried out with pleasure. My voice sounded alien to my own ears. I knew women who were screamers, but I had never been vocal. Why not? I wondered as I shouted his name. What had stopped me in the past?

Charlie seemed to appreciate how verbal I was. In fact, he seemed rather astonished when I switched from saying his name to simply panting, “Fuck me! Oh, fuck me! Harder! Harder!”

He acquiesced, working me as forcefully as I demanded. In what felt like seconds, I was coming on his cock, feeling as if my body was filled to brimming with rainbows, as if I was capable of ricocheting rockets of pleasure throughout the room. Charlie kept grinding into me. He hadn’t reached his finale yet. That allowed me the time to build up to a second orgasm. The sequel was even better than the first in this case. The pure, undiluted power of the pleasure had me breathless.

Charlie managed to flick his thumb against my clit right as I came, and my voice went up an octave. I wondered if people in the other room could hear me above the music. I found myself not caring.

“Just listen to you!” Charlie said, clearly pleased.

I felt myself blushing, which was a sign of my old, good-girl self I supposed. I looked down. Charlie tilted my chin up so that I faced him.

“So much bliss,” he said, “so much screaming. You’ve got one wicked bad girl inside you.”

“You think?” I asked, with satisfaction.

“Of course, she just needs some coaxing to come out and play.”

“I’m willing,” I told him, feeling a thrilling sense of adventure building inside me. “What’s next for tonight?”

He looked around the room. His eyes landed on his tie, and then he was pulling it free from his pile of clothing. “Tie you down?”

I nodded, finding the proper position on his mattress, thrusting my arms over my head and waiting.

Halloween was my first venture into the world of kink. But I was sure it was only the beginning.

You know what they say? It’s the quiet ones you have to keep your eyes on.

Charlie’s got his eyes on me — which is exactly how I like it.

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