Costume Party (Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

  “Make yourself at home, Dan,” she said. “You kind of caught me at a bad time.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said.

  “No, it’s okay. Let me just get changed, and then we can chat a little bit, and I’ll pay you the money that I’m sure you’re expecting to receive as compensation.”

  Dan flinched a little at her words, and wasn’t entirely sure how to respond. She was blunt, brash, and straight to the point, which was different from his mom and sister and any of the other close women in his life.

  “I mean, I wasn’t trying to impose on you, I just thought, well I was shoveling my driveway anyway…” He found himself mumbling, and trailing off as he spoke.

  “It’s alright, I admire your initiative,” said Stella. “In fact, I just might be able to pay you more than you were expecting, if you can help me with another task.”

  She walked over into a small bedroom attached to the living room, and closed the door about three quarters of the way. Dan’s eyes were locked onto her, though logic and reason told him that the polite thing to do would be to look away.

  “As you probably know, I’m still quite new to this neighborhood,” said Stella. “I could use someone like you. Someone that knows the area. Someone to serve as my eyes and ears.”

  As she spoke to him, Stella began to undress in the bedroom. She pulled her robe off and let it slowly slide down to the floor. The angle she was standing at provided Dan with a view of her back without allowing her to see that he was peeping, but he still felt a little embarrassed and guilty for being such a voyeur.

  “What do you mean by that, exactly?” asked Dan. He glanced around the room again, and found himself growing more confused. Nothing really seemed to add up, not with the house and not with her.

  “It’s not something I can really explain in a believable way, I think,” said Stella. She had pulled off her shirt and was slowly wiggling out of her pants. Dan felt his cock beginning to harden as he watched her, and he did his best to keep himself under control.

  “All I want you to do is tell me if you see anything odd, at least for now,” she said. “Can you do that for me, Dan?”

  Stella was now clad only in her bra and panties. Dan swallowed hard, and then forced his mind to process what she was asking him.

  “Yeah, I can do that,” he said. “That’s no problem, Stella.”

  “Good, I’m glad to hear it!” She turned towards her laundry hampter and removed the rest of her clothing. From Dan’s viewing angle he could only see her naked body from the back, but it was still enough to push him deep into the depths of arousal. He couldn’t resist rubbing his dick through his pants as he watched the older woman begin to search through her dresser for clothes.

  Dan turned to shift his position, and his elbow bumped into something on a side table that caught his attention. It was a small crystal ball, seated on a gold metal base with four legs. Inside, it appeared to be filled with a pink colored fog that shifted slightly from his movement.

  He couldn’t resist leaning his hand in to touch it, and the second his fingers made contact, he realized that he had made a grave mistake. The room seemed to swirl into a blur, shrinking behind him as the ball grew larger and pulled him inside.

  The pink fog was all around him now. Dan felt hazy, as though he was dreaming, or in a daze. He found his memory of what had brought him there beginning to fade out, as though it was of little importance.

  “Dan,” whispered a voice. “I’m so glad you came to see me, Dan.”

  The fog seemed to materialized into the form of a pink colored human, more specifically, a woman. Dan’s eyes locked onto it. He couldn’t look away, and realized that he had a rock hard erection down below.

  “Come over here and play with me, Dan,” said the strange, ethereal form. The words were like candy on the air, and Dan felt his legs walking him over towards the fog with unrestrainable enthusiasm.

  He reached out with his arms as though to pull the woman into a hug, and instead, the pink cloud wrapped all around him. His body felt hot, and a pervasive, pleasurable feeling took hold of him. Dan realized that his cock was being worked over by whatever magic the fog held within it, and it felt amazing.

  “Oh god,” moaned Dan. He saw visions in front of him, dozens of naked women, from young to old, thin to curvy, all of them unbelievably attractive. They moved forward and began to run their hands along his body. Some of them seemed to stare at his cock and blush, and others giggled.

  There was a clothed, authoritative looking woman in front of him suddenly. She glared at Dan, and spoke to him, and though he couldn’t make out her words, he knew that she was reprimanding him for something he had done. Surprisingly, the woman began to rub his cock, stroking him as though it was a punishment for a crime.

  “What…what is this?” Dan let out a moan, and the scene changed again. There were three women on the ground in front of him – a famous celebrity pop singer, one of his high school crushes, and an attractive youtube star. They were all pushing their lips against his dick, kissing it and sucking as though it contained something essential to them.

  “Give us your cum, Dan,” the three of them chanted. “Give us your-“

  A hand suddenly grabbed Dan roughly by the shoulder and pulled him back. He turned and saw someone that looked real, Stella, with an amused smile on her face. The fog seemed to fade away in front of him, and then he was back on the couch, sitting where he had just been.

  “Out of all the objects you could have picked to play with, you went straight for that one…” Stella seemed to be laughing at a joke that Dan wasn’t in on. He recoiled at her words and felt his face begin to redden.

  “I, I didn’t mean to!” he said. “I mean, not really…Sorry.”

  “It’s okay, you didn’t know,” she said. “Besides, you’re a young man, and that’s a lust crystal. Though I am a little surprised at your taste in women, I must admit…”

  Stella was still mostly naked, and this time Dan was able to shame himself into fully looking away until she walked back into the bedroom to finish changing. For the next couple of minutes, Dan sat silently on the couch, glancing around Stella’s house and feeling more than a little baffled at his situation.

  The experience with the pink globe had shaken him to the core, but as scary as it was to him, he felt an undeniable sense of intrigue at it. Part of him wanted to just move on, with or without any pocket money, and get to shoveling the next house, but another part of him was totally focused on staying, and getting either an explanation or at least another glimpse at the strange magic his new neighbor seemed to be involved with.

  Stella finished pulling on her new clothes and walked back out into the living room. She was wearing an outfit that was much more casual and natural, regular looking jeans and a pink sweater, the type of outfit that any cute, modest woman might wear on a trip to the grocery store.

  “Are you…some type of witch, or something?” Dan finally managed to ask.

  “I prefer the term sorceress,” said Stella. “Don’t tell anyone, or I’ll have to wipe your memory, okay sweetie?”

  He nodded. There was a strange silence in the air, and the only thing Dan could think of doing to break it was to stand up.

  “I…I should probably get back to shoveling,” he said. Stella just smiled at him.

  “Sure thing, Dan,” she said. “And remember, if you see or hear anything weird, or even anything at all, come over and tell me immediately.”

  Dan nodded at her, and then walked towards the door. He opened it, took one last look at Stella, who was beaming at him, and then stepped back outside.

  The Sorceress Next Door by Anya Merchant

 

 

 
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