Halloween-er

Becky was having a hard time. Since yesterday, all the stores were out of candy. Halloween was tomorrow and she had only one small bag of tootsie rolls. The bag would be all gone in a matter of minutes.

As a last resort, she made her way to a Walgreens right down the road. It had just changed to a 24/7 so the easy part, was easy. The hard part was finding the candy.

Becky walked through the sliding glass entrance and was greeted by the store attendant. She waved, and walked to the Halloween décor and candy aisle. At first glance, it was a complete waste of time. No candy on the shelves. Half priced décor abundantly scattered, desperately trying to fill the void.

She paced the aisle a few times, re-examining, but nothing would change what wasn’t there. Figuring she was there anyway; she decided to roam the rest of the store with a plan to ask an attendant if there was any candy stock left.

“Do I need chips? No. Do I need a matchbox toy? No. Pens? No. Hand mirror? No sir.” She pieced together her mental list against the stocked aisles. “Perfume? Yes.”

Becky pressed the button that called staff over to the cologne and perfume parlor. The glass windows of the booth displayed all kinds of scents. From fancy and expensive to knock-offs and samples.

“Hello there, I’m Matthew, I’ll be taking care of you. Now, did you have your eye on something?” Matthew asked.

“Hello back Matthew, I’m looking for something not too expensive, but keeps power for a better part of the day,” she responded.

Matthew picked out a few fragrances and set them on the counter. “These two are officially the best bang for your buck. Long lasting. Smooth smelling. Literal candy if you look at it a certain way.”

“Candy is what I really need. Everywhere is sold out. I like that one. How much?” Becky spilling her thoughts into the conversation.

“Did I hear that right? You like this one or you need candy?” asked Matthew.

“Both, if you got’em,” Becky responded.

Matthew’s face had one of those looks, like the wheels were turning. “You know, I can get you some candy. I can’t just give it to you, but I have plenty. Look, I get commission off any sale from the parlor. Buy this one. I like this one. I’ll write down an address. Meet me after 6:30 and don’t forget to wear this. I think you will like it a lot.”

Becky was beyond ecstatic. “You’re not kidding me, are you? Yes, please box that one up. 6:30 it is. Thank you, thank you.”

The day took a real turn for Becky now that she knew she would be getting the candy. She took the perfume and then returned to the Halloween aisle, picking out several Halloween decorations at their discounted price. It was quite the day so far.

“6:30, don’t want to be late,” thought Becky. A few sprays later, and a short trip across town, Beck arrived at the address Matthew had written down. It was a quaint little house that had similarities as a cabin, like the cozy feeling, but with modern touches.

“Knock, knock.” Becky vocalized as she knocked on the red door.

The door opened and Matthew sprang into action, “come in, come in. Make yourself at home.”

Becky matched the energy with a spring in her step, “coming, I’m coming.”

Matthew led Becky to the family room. A coffee table, stacked with bags of candy. “Don’t set on that couch unless you like to squeak. It’s always had a squeak.”

Becky avoided the squeaky couch and sat in the oversized chair. “You made my day. I couldn’t find candy anywhere.”

“Well, it’s all here. Anything you could ask for, it’s here” said Matthew with a smile on his face. “Should we negotiate terms?”

Becky decided it would be best to give Matthew whatever he wanted. It was one day of the year she could get a little lost. The candy wasn’t for the kids. It was for her to toss on her bed and sleep the night away. She knew it was weird but it was a thing since she was at summer camp. Somehow, the exotic weirdness put her into a forbidden trance of sexual eagerness. It was a camp thing that sent shivers up her body.

“Matthew, what can I pay? If I give you double what you paid, would that be enough?” Becky wiggled her legs thinking about opening the bags and pouring them out, on her bed.

“You can pay me and also I want whatever it is you want. You buy half, and the other half I’ll do what you were going to do,” said Matthew, not knowing what he was signing himself up for.

Becky looked up and down for a minute, trying to put this situation into focus. The candy sensation would put her over the hill, but if Matthew had any clue as to what he was suggesting, or that she was very willing to accept. Losing her breath for a moment, Becky centered herself. “I’d like that, but you don’t even know what I’m going to do with my half. Are you sure you want to find out?” Becky asked.

“You bought that perfume, and you smell wonderful by the way. Whatever it is you’re doing with your half, let me join you. Candy has a way with people. Count me in,” said Matthew.

Becky proceeded to write an address on a piece of paper. “6:30, tomorrow. Door unlocked. Leave your tv on. No cologne. Meet you at your squeaky chair.”

Becky saw herself out. Matthew followed and closed the door.

Hours into the workday, some pieces of candy later, leaving straight from the office, Becky stood at Matthew’s doorstep right on time. She heard a click from the unlocking of the door and a squeak right after. She opened the door and handed Matthew a piece of candy and a blindfold.

Matthew was slightly stunned as Becky locked the door and disrobed. Thinking they were going to hand out candy, Matthew had pieced together a red nose, goofy hair, and oversized shoes as a costume.

“Matthew, will you help me get this candy unbagged and poured on your bed? Lose the clown outfit and follow mama,” Becky insisted.

Matthew became enamored with Becky’s skinny yet puffy frame. Her perfume was ten times more intoxicating, and revealing her body suddenly gave Matthew a jump inside his clown pants. Becky grabbed several bags and headed to the bedroom. Matthew finished losing the clown outfit, picking up as many bags as possible, and made his way to her.

Becky was already dumping bags of candy. Matthew got up close, behind her, letting her know he was stiff as she pushed back slightly. Unaffected by his tug, she kept pouring, as did he, around her, onto the bed. As soon as the final bag was released, Becky jumped on the bed, swimming in the candy.

Matthew followed suit and insisting she wiggle into his favorite position so he could make the candy flop around.

“What position is that? I’m drunk right now with how much candy there is. Tell me what to do and I’ll do it. As long as there’s candy on the bed, I’m ready and wet as fuck for your command,” Becky drunkenly explained.

“I want to be inside of you. Split your legs as wide as you can. God you smell good. Squeeze your titties confidently for me. I’m going to slip inside and I want you to keep those legs spread wide,” as Matthew flopped some candy onto Becky. “I want you to tell me you love me as soon as you start feeling the pinch of my jerk inside of you.”

“Yes, look at how wide I can spread for you. Oh, the candy on my titties. I’m squeezing them for you. Please push your mushroom inside me. Let me squeeze it with my hips. Plug me Mathew,” Beck pleaded.

Matthew, stiff as he had ever been in his life, slid inside perfectly, penetrating Becky to the bed. He began pushing his pulsing dick, knocking Becky’s pussy all over the place. It slid in perfectly, but the violence of pulling out was the greatest feeling for them both.

“Matthew, I love you. I love you. Don’t stop until you get it all out for me” Becky screamed.

Matthew put on a steady show with his dick, and Becky’s pussy was the audience. Pushing, and plowing her, jerking his hips. His dick began to twitch on its own a little as Becky’s hole was ready for him to pop his load inside of her. Her legs stayed spread wide but she began to clutch them together, feeling the intensity her body could never let go of until he came.

Becky screamed louder, “I love you. Plant that sperm in my tummy. Let me take it. Fuck me and squeeze out all the white stuff inside. I need your balls to pulse in me. I love you baby.

Matthew’s hips began to pulse even more as his balls slapped Becky’s twat. His stiff cock glistening with pre cum mixed with Becky’s juices as her pussy stroked his cock. He was ready to cum, as he gripped Becky’s shoulder with one hand, pulling her hip tight as ever with the other.

“Becky, I love you tooooo,” as the cum began spilling from his balls. He had never released so much sperm, and the tension from the release made his balls tighten hard, causing him to ache. Her hips tightened, squeezing the last bit out deep inside Becky.

Becky lay there with some candy still left on the bed. Matthew had his arm wrapped around her titties, laying in comfort with the perfume. Becky got up before Matthew but scooted him off to the shower. She squirreled the sheets together, candy left in tow, moving it all to the squeaky couch.

Knocking on the bathroom door, “Matthew, I’m on my way out. I’ll be back tomorrow, so don’t move the sheet from the couch. Also, you need new sheets on your bed asap.”

Becky left, body exhausted. Matthew’s load still slowly dripping onto her panties. She was too exhausted to be excited for the rest of the evening, but one thing is for sure, she was looking forward to finding out about that squeak Matthew was talking about.