An Outlaw Has A Bewitching Night
By Don Juan Amante
Another boring Halloween. My daughter had gone trick or treating with friends leaving me to give out candy at the door and watch old horror flicks on the TV. Being a single dad was difficult at such times, it could have been a cozy evening for two if only my lady was still here to share it with me. I did have an invitation to a Halloween party and since my daughter would be spending the night at her friend’s house I thought
Oh hell why not go, have a few drinks, dance a little, who knows what the night might hold on such a bewitching evening.
I pulled out the Zorro suit from the attic, it was old but still looked good since it was only worn a few Halloweens and a few times when my lady wanted to role play, yes she had a thing for Zorro and my Latino accent made me very believable as the “Thief Of Hearts!” Looking back from the mirror was a tall. muscular outlaw in a tight, black outfit with cape and hat, half mask and dark mustache, I was very authentic. A large silver handled sword hung from my hip, sheathed in black leather. Didn’t have to fake the mustache, the accent or long dark hair. Perhaps I would find a beautiful lady tonight who would surrender to my sword play.
Arriving at the party the room was dark,lit by a few black wax candles in each corner and hard rock music blared from the next room. They were handing out half masks at the door. I already had one, but I took it anyway since sometimes over zealous women would pull my mask off, would be good to have a replacement. Lots of noise and dancing, a little sex going on in the shadows, I could hear the soft moans and groans. It made me hungry for a hot woman to share the night with.
Panning the view with my dark eyes I spotted her holding a champagne glass in one hand and a broom in the other. There was a black, conical hat on her head and from beneath it a thick, wild mane of red hair fell to her shoulders. She was dressed in a long black dress, split all the way up her long thigh to her hips. It hugged every luscious curve, barely hiding the nipples of her voluptuous breasts which were hard and showing though the black silk fabric. Now this was a HOT woman, but would she share my night?
Oh carrumba this was one wicked witch who could put a spell on me anytime! Now how to get her to notice me?
I decided that, since she looked like such a bold woman, the bold approach would be best so I quickly strode across the room stepped behind her, drew my sword and placing it against her long feminine throat as my arm reached around her slender waist and held her prisoner, I demanded in my most authoritative Zorro voice,
“The pleasure of your company My Lady, or your life. Do not force me to kidnap you and take you away to my hideout, for once the Thief Of Hearts has you in his power, you may never be the same again.”
“My God,” she giggled with a deep throaty voice, “how can I resist such a powerful swordsman? Do with me as you will Lord Zorro.”
As I moved my sword away from her throat and loosened my hold around her, she turned to face me. Through the slits in her half mask I could see the fire in her violet eyes boldly looking into my dark ones as a half smile captured her full sensual lips then her petite, pink tongue slid across them suggestively. Her small hand reached out and grasped my bolero tie pulling me closer to her as I shoved the sword back into its leather case.
“Mmmm,“ she purred, “looks like you know just how to sheath your sword, deep and quick and it’s so big too! So tell me, Thief of Hearts, are you going to steal my heart and other things?”
Moaning under my breath I thought, this is my lucky night, a hot, sexy redhead with a Zorro fetish, how much better could it get?
It soon became apparent to me that it was she, not Zorro who was in control as she led me by my bolero tie out the patio doors into the night. There was a full harvest moon and it was almost as bright as daylight in the garden where we stopped between two rows of tall bushes. It was chilly and her nipples beneath the black silk were standing erect and begging to be sucked.
She stepped closer and standing on tip toe she kissed me as though we had been lovers for years and slipped her sweet tasting tongue into my mouth. The power of that kiss took my breath away and my pulsing, hard rod felt like it was on fire and about to split those tight pants with wanting her.
“Mmm, Querida, I whispered, you know how to whet a man’s appetite.”
“Oh you haven’t been whetted yet,” she said as she loosened my sword and after unsheathing it she licked the tip lightly with her tongue, then laid it and the leather sheath down in the underbrush.
Reaching behind her in back she unzipped the black dress and after peeling both shoulder straps away she dropped the top down to her waist, revealing her firm, full breasts as she seductively pushed them forward and taking the hard nipples between her fingers she pinched them then offered them to my mouth. Her skin was milky white in the moonlight and her scent was a powerful mix of lilacs and musk.
As my hand reached out and covered her breasts her whole body pushed forward and her nipples were so hot they burned my palms. My lips soon replaced my hands as they explored every inch of her beautiful mounds. My hands trailing behind her and grasping her ass. Her soft moans begin to drift out into the moonlit garden and when I cradled a breast in each hand and began to flick my tongue over their nipples I felt her hand reach up, pull the bolero tie out and unbutton my shirt.
Soon she had it opened and her long nails began to graze the skin lightly, then her hands caressed the hard muscles and played with each nipple. Her lips and tongue were skilled in the art of love and as they covered my chest then moved down slowly. Suddenly her nails lashed out and I felt the trickle of blood on my chest.
So she was living up to her witchy image! I could play rough if that was what she liked
I felt the rush of chilly, Autumn air against my throbbing manhood as the zipper was lowered and her hand slipped quickly inside and through the fly of my boxers. She knew how to touch a man, drive him to total distraction with painful hardness. One hand grasped my shaft and moved slowly, gently up and down as the other cupped and lightly squeezed my full sack.
As she slipped down to her knees and pulled my pants and boxers down, I pulled off my boots then stepped out of the clothing. She began to kiss first my inner thighs then my jewels and finally my hard rod, up both sides then over the top, as her tongue began to tease the head. My whole body was soon trembling and I grasped the seat of a garden bench to steady myself. I was losing control and knew I couldn‘t hold back much longer.
“Beautiful One, I am about to explode in your lovely, sexy mouth,” I moaned, “so this is the last chance for you to stop unless you want me to unload.”
She never missed a movement, her luscious breasts bouncing in time with her motion as her pressure and timing increased. Her mouth working up and down on my shaft and her hands holding, caressing my hardened sack. Then all control lost, pushing her head closer and entangling my fingers in her hair that was exposed beneath her witch’s hat as my hips began to thrust in time with her, I felt the flood unleashed and rushing out into her mouth again and again.
I pulled her up to stand close to me and with both hands on her firm butt cheeks pushed her closer and kissed her deep and long until her sighs began to float out on the night wind. It was a cold night but we were both hot as hell and our bodies glistened with beads of sex sweat. By now my pants and boxers were gone and the black dress was somewhere in the bushes.
To my surprise and delight, she stood before me the perfect witch, sky clad, wearing only stilettos, conical hat, and face mask, she appeared ready for anything I might have in mind. Her breathing was heavy and with each breath those gorgeous orbs lifted and fell inviting me once more to touch and taste, lick and suck each smooth inch of them paying special attention to the sweet tasting, well hardened nipples. The feel of her soft curves pressed so tightly against me was arousing me once more and I knew when she was ready, I would be too.
She was definitely a woman who liked to be in control. Taking my hand and moving toward the garden bench she sat down and pushing down on my shoulders soon had me kneeling, most willingly in front of her. Her long shapely legs were a delicious treat to taste and the scent of her opening flower was driving me insane with desire.
Leaning back on her elbows she opened her thighs wide and purred, “Take what you have come to steal Lord Zorro, but take it slowly.” as she lifted each leg and draped it across my broad shoulders.
Her taste was amazing, sweet like melon juice. She was dripping wet and her lips full and swollen with need. My tongue found it’s prize and began to lick each lip and dip into her dark sweetness again and again. Then as my fingers gently opened her inner petals my tongue began to flick slowly back and forth over her lady pearl which was hard and big with want. She grasped my hat and threw it into the bushes then entangling her fingers in my thick, dark hair she moaned out her pleasure.
“Oh yeah, Zorro, oh Baby, yeah there, oh don’t stop, don’t stop.”
She begged as she pushed my head down against her and lifted her hips as they begin to grind and buck with each lick. I took her pearl into my mouth and sucked it gently at first and then harder and faster until she was in a frenzy of ecstasy and with a loud scream her spasms came and her juices released like a river into my waiting mouth.I have never tasted a sweeter woman, before or since.
I laid my head in her lap and held her around the waist until she pushed me away and stood up. Her lips found mine and after a deep kiss of fire, the flavor of her sex shared between our tongues she moved again to the bench and bending over it from the waist her elbows resting on the seat, she spread her feet wide apart and I could plainly see in the moonlight,just below her round hips, her doorway to heaven, waiting, begging me to enter.
"You like it a litte rough Witchy Woman?" I asked as my large hand reached out and connected with her bare bottom in several playful slaps, each one becoming progressively harder.
"Ouch! Mmmm yeah Daddy I'm a really bad girl she purred with mock contrition. Her ass was so perfect so inviting that I bit it lightly and felt her squirm with desire and pain.
"Take me now." she begged, I can't wait, need that big sword inside me."
I was harder than before and more than ready to take her. Moving close behind her I placed my shaft’s head right at the entrance and moved it slowly in circles as I felt her spasms welcoming me in. My fingers found her hard nipples and pinched them hard.
“Oh Lord Zorro, now, please now. Sheath your magnificent sword,” she gasped.
With one firm push I was inside her sweet walls, deep inside, my sword sheathed to the hilt. I took her hard for it was what she wanted, thrusting deeper and harder each time until her hips began to crash back against me and her moans became louder and louder. We moved perfectly together, she was more than a match for the Thief Of Hearts. I held her breasts in my hands and the skin was on fire as we crashed against each other so hard that my balls were hitting her beautiful ass full force.
“YES, YES,” she screamed as I roared out my release and felt her hot juices covering my shaft at the same time I flooded her cavern of love with my own.
When our bodies began to cool and our minds to function again, I lifted her up and moved around so that I was seated on the bench and she was on my lap. Holding her around her waist, kissing her neck and shoulders tenderly I whispered,
“I’ll take my mask off if you remove yours.”
“Oh no,” she replied, but I’ll meet you here, same time, same place next Halloween for another party, you have stolen my heart and other things Lord Zorro.”
“Then next year we will meet once again and by the way Beautiful One, what is your name?”
Wiggling in my lap and causing my desire to rise once more she whispered with a giggle, “Elena Montero!”
copyright Don Juan Amante
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|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Most outstanding story.....more please!!
|Reviewed by Barbara Mercer
|Another stunning story which leaves me breathless Don Juan, waves of love }}}}}}}}}}} Barbara|