This is unbelievable, but a very true story. Several years back, our company decided to have a themed holiday party surrounding Halloween and costumes were mandatory. I visited several Halloween-themed stores until I found the perfect costume- a masked marauder character.

Everyone in the company seemed to be having fun talking about their plans for the Party. Although everyone was asked to keep their costumes a secret and to keep things decent, “decent” seemed to take on an entirely different meaning for quite a few of my fellow employees.

I arrived at the Party, which was in an old warehouse converted into a Party room and sporting a walk-through haunted house. The haunted house was cool, and I went through it twice, once by myself and then again with some of my co-workers, some of whom had no idea who I was because of my mask and voice-altering synthesizer.

There was a bar set up and it didn’t take long for some of my co-workers to loosen up, some more than others. The Big Bad Wolf was seen carting Little Red Riding Hood off to the haunted house. Then. Popeye and Olive Oil disappeared as well. I was still looking for my pairing partner, when a very sexy looking girl from HR, named Donna, approached me.

Donna was cute as a button, but she was also very married.

I asked her where her husband was and she quickly replied, “He’s a party pooper.”

She complimented me on my costume and then asked me if I had been in the haunted house.

“Several times,” I replied.

“But not with me,” she shot back.

“Well,” I replied, “Let’s do it.”

I had no idea at that point, how those three words would come back to me.

Donna was costumed as a “sexy naughty nurse,” and as we entered the haunted house, she asked me what I thought about her costume.

“It fits you well,” I replied.

She looped her arm under mine and asked who I was. I told her that I preferred to keep my identity a secret. As soon as we turned a corner, a worker in the haunted house unexpectantly lunged from out the darkness and yelled at us. Donna grabbed my arm and attempted to slide behind me, as I reached out to instinctively grab her.

“Jesus!” I exclaimed as we both broke out laughing.

“He almost made me pee in my panties,” Donna remarked. She paused and quickly added, “Only I forgot to wear my panties.”

I politely scolded her.

Donna grabbed my hand and placed my hand on her bare ass, under the shortened hemline of her nurse outfit.

“Jesus!” I declared. Donna giggled.

“Don’t tell me you are embarrassed,” Donna retorted.

“Not in the least,” I replied, as I took Donna’s hand in mine and we headed down the blacked-out corridor, illuminated only by the glow-in-the dark-strips pasted along the floor. We found ourselves alone in a small alcove, surrounded by black curtains.

“You are such a naughty little nurse,” I whispered.

“I know,” she whispered, feeling for my manhood.

“Can I show you some naughtiness?” she asked, as she fished for my tool.

“Sure,” I replied.

She dropped to her knees in front of me, silently unfastening my belt, my zipper and pulling my cock from its confines. Two people passed us by without saying a word.

Donna proceeded to slip my cock into her mouth and give me one hell of a blow job. It did not take much for me to shoot my load straight into the back of her open mouth and she seemed quite happy with being able to swallow everything I had to give her. She quickly tucked my tool back into place and we continued our trek through the haunted house, as if nothing had even happened.

As we exited the haunted house, Donna pressed me again to identify who I was. Again, I told her that some things were best kept a secret.

“So, I don’t get to know who I just pleasured?” she pressed.

“Not right now,” I told her. “Besides, you’ll figure it out sooner or later.”

She tossed out a few names, to include my own and I asked if she had a preference in who I needed to be.

“Yes,” she replied, “But I’m not going to say.”

Now, she was toying with me and she knew it and she knew that I knew it.

“OK,” I told her, “You’ll figure me out when you decide to do more than a little oral pleasuring.”

Donna bit down on her lower lip. The three bourbon and cokes, that had proceeded our hookup,  had taken full effect on her. She grabbed my hand and pulled me back towards the entry to the haunted house.

As we re-entered the haunted house, the same guy lunged out at us again. Donna grabbed and told him to “go take a break.”

“A break?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Donna replied. “I hired you and I can fire you. Take a break.”

The guy quickly disappeared down the blackened lightless corridor as Donna grabbed my hand and pulled me into a room full of blue lights and a graveyard scene. A strobe light flashed in the corner.

Through the flashes, I was able to watch Donna strip completely naked. She took a step in my direction. Oh Lord.

She unfastened my shirt, taking her time to kiss my exposed nipples. My pants found their way to the floor, as did my boxers. My marauder mask continued to hide my identity. We ended up on the floor, with her straddling my naked body, as she worked herself against me. She positioned herself perfectly on top of me, straddling me. She slipped the head of my cock into the moistened folds of her shaved vagina and proceeded to work herself back and forth on top of me, my cock buried deep inside of her.

I held on to her hips. I wanted to rip off my mask, but she would not let me. Instead, she pushed it up on my face, just enough to be able to thrust her wicked tongue into my mouth, drawing my breath away. I shot my load deep inside of her, as we kissed. She slipped my mask back into place and whispered,

“It’s better this way.”

That was one heck of a Halloween Party.

At the end of the year, I had to complete some benefit documents. Donna was our company benefits coordinator. It was good to see her again, After signing the documents, I asked Donna how things were going at home. She looked at me with a quizzical look as I shoved the signed documents across her desk.

“OK, I guess,” she replied, probably wondering why I had asked such a deeply personal question. I stepped out of the HR office and headed down the hallway. I quickly turned and stuck my head back into the benefits office and asked Donna to check again, to make sure I had not missed signing any of the documents.

She quickly looked at each document and acknowledged that I had signed them all. I left and re-landed at my desk. A few minutes went by and my desk phone lit up. It was Donna from Benefits in HR.

“Sam,” said Donna, “You’re going to have to come back and resign the documents. The ‘Masked Marauder’ is not going to fly.”

Donna didn’t say a word when I stepped back into her office, although she was a bit flushed red with embarrassment. I re-signed the documents with my real name and then I slid them silently across her desk. She looked at them in silence and then slipped them into a folder on her desk.

“Is that all?” I asked.

“Yes,” she responded.

As I got up to leave her office, she remarked,

“Masked Marauder.”

I turned and looked in her direction.

“I knew it was you.”

“How?” I asked.

“Intuition,” she replied.

I was confused.

Donna smiled.

“Maybe you need to see a doctor to understand it, or perhaps a naughty nurse.”

"Do you know a naughty nurse?" I asked, a smile crossing my face. 

"I might," she replied. She pushed a post-it note across her desk with a phone number on it.

"Just call and make an appointment," Donna said, as she hand-flipped flipped her hair back over her shoulder.