Dressed up like my best friend's slut for halloween – Part 3

Everyone in this story is 18+

“Augh! Fuck!” I exclaimed, pulling away from the kiss. The sudden rush of sensations was overwhelming, and I needed a second to catch my breath.

“What? Do you have to pee so badly?” Bennett looked at me, concern etched on his face.

“No, I… I don’t actually have to pee,” I admitted, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. “I kinda got a boner, and it hurts when it’s tucked.” I braced myself for the teasing I was sure would come.

But instead, he just smirked, his eyes lighting up with mischief. “But babe, come here, let’s take care of it.” He took my hand once more, leading me to the bedroom across the hall.

As he opened the door, I felt a mix of excitement and apprehension. If we were going to fix this, it meant he had to undress me. The thought sent a thrill down my spine, my heart racing at the prospect of being vulnerable with him. This was real, and there was no turning back now. I followed him inside, the anticipation thick in the air.

As we stepped into the dimly lit room, Bennett closed the door behind us, the soft click echoing in the space. My heart raced in anticipation as he stepped closer, his gaze locked onto mine with a smoldering intensity.

In one swift motion, he pulled my skirt off, letting it drop to the floor, followed closely by the black pantyhose. I felt exposed yet exhilarated, and I let him take charge completely, reveling in the sensation of surrender. There was something intoxicating about his confidence, how he moved with purpose, as if he knew exactly what he wanted—and it was me.

“God, you’re even hotter without all this. Your legs are so smooth,” he murmured, his hands grazing my skin and sending shivers through me. The way he looked at me made every nerve in my body hum with excitement, igniting a fire that had been simmering all night. I wanted more, and I wanted it from him.

“Bennett…” I breathed, feeling a rush of emotions flood through me as he stepped back to take me in, his eyes dark with desire.

“Those panties are so hot!” he said, pointing at my pink lace panties. “But let’s remove them. I don’t want you to be in pain.” I simply nodded as he slid his big, masculine fingers along the panty line and slowly pulled them down.

As he pulled my panties all the way down, he made his way back up and turned his attention to my crotch. He caressed it softly, whispering, “So fucking smooth,” his gaze entranced. Then he started untying the restraints that kept me tucked in, and I helped him along as he fiddled a bit, which I found endearing.

Suddenly, he untied the last of it, and my dick sprang forth, smacking against my stomach. It looked a bit reddish from the constraints, but nothing too serious. “Holy fuck, dude!” Bennett exclaimed.

“What? You’ve seen it before?” I replied, slightly defensive.

“Yeah, but never like this, man.” My dick was nothing special—standing proudly at almost 6 inches, completely smooth, along with my balls nestled below, which were equally smooth. But Bennett looked completely mesmerized by it. After a moment of him inspecting it thoroughly, he leaned closer. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he murmured against my lips, his breath hot and tantalizing.

I looked up at him, my heart racing under the weight of his gaze. “I think I’m starting to,” I replied, a playful smile teasing my lips. Bennett's eyes sparkled with mischief, and he chuckled softly. “Let’s make sure you feel good, Eli.” His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of me once more, his own erection straining against the fly of his jeans.

“Fuck, Eli,” he muttered, reaching out to grip my smooth shaft. His hand felt both rough and soft, moving up and down with deliberate strokes. I groaned, my head tipping back as waves of pleasure crashed over me.

“B-Bennett,” I stammered, my voice breaking. “Yes, please, make me feel good.”

This seemed to egg him on; his thumb began rubbing circles around the head of my dick, his grip tightening. “Good girl, take what I give you.” The sensations I felt as he said this were completely unreal and incredibly hot.

I bit my lip, stifling a moan as his hand moved faster, his touch becoming more insistent. I could feel the pressure building, my orgasm already threatening to spill over.

"I'm close," I panted, my knees buckling slightly.

Bennett's grip loosened, his hand dropping away from my cock. "Not yet," he said, his voice rough. "Not until I say so."

He stepped back, unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down to his knees. His cock sprang free, thick and erect, pulsating with anticipation. He gripped it with one hand, stroking himself lightly as his eyes locked onto mine.

"Get on your knees," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

I obeyed, sinking to the floor in front of him. My hands trembled as I reached out, encircling his shaft with my fingers. It was warm and heavy in my grasp, the velvety texture unlike anything I'd ever felt before. I glanced up at Bennett, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Suck it," he commanded, his voice gruff.

I swallowed hard, my mouth watering in anticipation. Tentatively, I leaned forward, my lips brushing against the tip of his cock. Bennett groaned, his hand coming to rest on the back of my head.

"That's it," he breathed, guiding me down. "Take it all in."

I opened my mouth wider, taking him in inch by inch. His taste was salty and bitter, mixed with the faint tang of pre-cum. I bobbed my head, my lips sliding smoothly along his length. Bennett's fingers threaded through my hair, holding me in place as he thrust upward, fucking my mouth with slow, deliberate strokes.

"Jesus, Eli," he muttered, his hips moving with increasing urgency. "You're so goddamn good at this." A warmth spread through me; all the times I practiced on my dildo, pretending it was Bennett, were finally paying off. I thought to myself as I continued to bob up and down on Bennett's cockhead, fondling his heavy ballsack.

I moaned around his cock, the vibrations amplifying the overwhelming sensations coursing through me. My own cock ached, throbbing with need, but I focused on giving Bennett the pleasure he demanded. The room was filled with the sounds of gagging and the wet squelch of my mouth working to accommodate him. His grip tightened in my hair, forcing my head down further until I gagged, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.

We settled into a steady rhythm of Bennett fucking my throat, the soft slaps of his balls against my skin splashing saliva and pre-cum that mixed and ran down my chin, and I reveled in the sensation of feeling like a slut for Bennett—because that’s exactly what I was!

I could hear the party upstairs in full swing, the music blaring loud enough to drown out everything else. Not that I really cared at this point, I thought while Bennett slammed his cock inside my throat again, his dick slick and shiny with spit and pre-cum as he pulled back. “I meant what I said earlier, you have to let me fuck you, Eli.” I could only muster a wicked grin and a nod as Bennett removed his sweater, revealing his body.