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So there I was, in a fourteenth-floor apartment that belonged to what's-his-name, surrounded by the winking lights of sprawling New York City. I?d been having nonstop encounters with famous characters from Wonder Woman to Elton John and, my god, that was a convincing Edward Scissorhands. I pitied his trips to the bathroom.It was Halloween and I had just finished off my sixth beer, my buzz hitting me like a leather strap to the ass."Ellie, why aren't you wearing a costume?" Adrienne asked me with sloppy sarcasm.She had a nearly empty drink in her hand, giving my outfit a once-over through glazed corneas. I was dressed like a witch. I know, not entirely divergent from my usual state, but I digress. A dark, curvy silhouette from my heels to the point of my hat, my corset was tight, skirt full, cleavage so deep people?s eyes had been getting lost in there all night.More original than her slutty doctor get-up of one tiny white spandex dress and a stethoscope draped around her neck.I replied with my own thinly veiled contempt, "Didn't anyone tell you? You're supposed to come as something actually achievable."The smile dropped from her face, her friends ? a mermaid and Daisy Duke ? glancing between us. As I smirked and turned on my heel, she came up with; "Well? good thing being a witch is easily achievable. For you."I weaved through the crowd, sensing her pestering presence following me as she began, "And I could totally be a doctor?"Taking the handle of the nearest door, I slipped inside a dark room. The cacophony of music and voices instantly quelled. When I heard her walk past, listing the reasons she went into marketing, I was more relieved than taking a long awaited cinema piss after sitting through a good movie. I had never liked Adrienne. And she'd never liked me. And we'd been friends since we were twelve. Perhaps the greatest frenemies who ever lived.Turning, I found I was in a bedroom. The aesthetic was sleek and dark, the bed large. The photos atop the long dresser captured my attention. Escapades of snowboarding and surfing, hiking adventures and endless smiles. He was good looking; what?s-his-name. I wondered where Adrienne met him. I came to this party because, duh, free beer, but also because she invited me, and of course I couldn't let her level of attention surpass mine. Now I was hoping I'd get to meet the host.A door different from the one I came through opened bursa escort and someone stepped into the room with me. He was casually dressed, tall and fit, his muscular forearm on display as he held a Solo cup to his chest. And atop his broad shoulders was a full size horse head. He stopped when he saw me. Staring at me with his horse face.?Hi,? I said.The horse-man nodded.?Why the long face?? I couldn?t resist.His chest shook as he laughed.?Is it because you?re alone?? I peeked into what I assumed was the bathroom behind him, wondering if someone was going to come out. A sexy, disheveled mare, perhaps.He nodded again.Fuck, this Bo-Jack look alike was hot.?Does your cock match your face?? My intoxicated brashness was emphasized with a long look at his zipper.He laughed again. Taking a few steps more, he lingered at the far end of the dresser, staring at me, and I wondered who was behind the equestrian mask.The bump of the music pulsed beyond the threshold of the silent room we shared, and I couldn?t help it; my hips started to sway. The bug-eyed horse-man watched me with what I chose to perceive as intensity while I rolled my body, lifting the fluff of my skirt as I turned, giving him a view of my nylon-clad ass. He set his glossy red cup on the dresser.?You didn?t answer my question.? I looked at his zipper again as I spoke, swinging my hips.He lifted a hand and curled a finger in invitation.Moving so close my chest pressed to his, I danced with a horse while Kid Rock sang about riding all night and sleeping all day. He slipped a hand up my neck, ran a thumb across my bottom lip as I felt him growing against my pelvis, and my curiosity piqued.?Do I need to make it hard to find out?? I seduced, reaching down and wrapping a hand around the growing bulge through his jeans.The cockeyed horse nodded.I didn?t know what the fuck I was doing, but the alcohol in me was telling me to go for it! so I tugged down the lace sleeves of my pagan-midnight dress and let my big tits pop out. The horse-man reached for them, and I was glad he had fingers instead of hooves. He kneaded my breasts, and as he did, brushed my hair, my neck, my lips, always coming back to my nipples. When he pinched them at last, I gasped.Taking my wrist, he guided my hand back to his crotch, and he didn?t need to tell me twice.Dropping to my knees, it felt like Christmas as I unwrapped altıparmak escort him, dying to know what he was going to give me. His inanimate horse face looked down at me as I finally tugged his boxers low enough to let him spring free, and?Well. Call me an abomination and burn me at the stake. It did match his face.I gasped aloud, looking down the length of it, up, down again. This anthropomorphic stud had the largest cock I'd ever seen in person. It was the doppelganger to my forearm. But veinier. And with a head instead of a hand. Fuck Christmas, this was like winning the lottery.?That?s? ahem,? I cleared my throat, swallowing to fight my sudden dry mouth. ?Pretty fucking big.?The horse-man laughed once more. He must get that a lot.Reaching up, I used two hands to lift his dick ? like aiming a footlong sub at my face. I heard him sigh at my touch, imagining how smug he must have felt while putting on his costume for the night. Seriously though, the guy's dick was so big he could hurt a girl, easily. He could hurt anyone just by swinging it and knocking them out. Like a real-life Bad Dragon, this was meant for something entirely separate from procreating.How on God's green Earth did he hide an erection if the situation demanded? Was I being Punk'd?"My god," I breathed, reeling by the feel of it.His hands hung at his sides while I stroked him. When I guided the eye of his snake to my tongue, his horse head tipped back in ecstasy. He quickly filled my mouth with a lot left to go, and I was stumped. How did my predecessors pull it off? It sure as hell didn't fit in my regular person sized mouth.I started to feel like winning the lottery wasn't always the best thing to happen to someone.Determined not to look like a clueless hamster nibbling on a banana, I went to work. I knew what constituted a good blow job: Enthusiasm. I mean, I'd rather someone eat my pussy with gusto than act like it's a chore. You gotta want that dick, treat it like it's the finest cock you've ever touched, like you?d die for it. Or at least fight a bitch over it.My tongue became acquainted with the silken skin of his shaft, the softness of his head and the ridge of his crown, even his balls. The horse-man liked it, moans of pleasure slipping from beneath his mask as it occurred to me I was sucking the dick of a guy whose face I'd never seen, and name I görükle escort didn't know. Or what his political stance was. I felt like I should be ashamed, I mean, what if he was a republican? But my pussy just grew wetter, so I went with it, deepthroating the tip of his cock like a pornstar, tits out. The horse-man reached down, removed my pointy hat, and cradled my nape, guiding me, encouraging every lick, kiss, slurp of my mouth. The sloppier I got, the more he liked it.When I gagged and he moaned, he suddenly pulled me off his dick, off the floor, and onto the bed. Reaching between my thighs with all the might he had the audacity to conjure, he ripped the crotch of my black nylons and shoved two fingers into my pussy.I wanted to be upset (these things were $22!) but he distracted me faster than a goldfish under a disco ball.Knees apart, propped on my elbows, I watched his hand fuck me, and wow, was it good. He was proving a real show pony. The sound of my wet pussy as he incessantly played with my g-spot filled our private slice of existence, pairing nicely with my whimpers and his occasional grunts."Ohh yes, you gonna fuck me with that horsecock?"I thought he?d laugh, but it was obvious he took me seriously when he fisted said cock and guided it to my excited apex. The engorged, reddened tip felt sublime in rhythm against my clit. Using it to rub my inner labia out of the way, he lined himself up with my pussy?s entrance and began pushing his way in.I wasn?t aware I could lose track of myself, but as he moved slowly, so slowly I thought I would implode with impatience that forced me to focus on every single millimeter of his endless length, I forgot everything, including how to breathe and who I was. When he bottomed out, unable to coerce my kitty into swallowing any more of his sausage, I swear the meaning of life came to me for a moment before slipping away like a dream.Then, he held my full hips and began thrusting his massive member into me.Eyes stuck in the back of my head, I felt like I was short circuiting, my essence being stretched between here and heaven. When I finally reabsorbed with my physical self, I looked down between my spread thighs, watching him fuck me through the hole he tore in my nylons, the first several inches of his length glistening every time he pulled out of my wet pussy.Salem's whiskers, he was so fucking big. There was no way he'd fit completely inside me, but he didn't dwell. The horse-man fucked me with knowledge only a hung specimen would be capable of grasping. He moved with confidence, but didn't go too deep, was rough without taking, reached down to play with my clit and, ?Oh my fucking god, I?m cumming already!? I mewled.