"Oh no! I am definitely gonna be late for the company's Halloween party. Mr. Gordon will probably glare the hell out of my soul." Scrambling the last of my messed-up self together, I jump into a black dress and a pair of shoes with whiskers on them while snickering to myself. Quite happy with my makeup, which makes me look more like a homeless beauty and less like a witch, I make my way towards my car. Driving towards the company usually takes me, like, thirty minutes; however, knowing what punishment is awaiting me if I arrive late, the racer in me takes over, crossing numerous red lights and arriving five minutes before the party starts.
I get out of my car only to meet Mr. Gordon, my boss, who is as handsome as a male god, dressed as a pumpkin, glaring at me angrily. Dang, Lucy, you are dead, I think to myself inwardly.
"Miss Walkers, I remember reminding you this afternoon to not come too late to the party. You are the one to prepare the drinks, or did you forget my discreet warning? "Lucy, I hope you are ready for your punishment," he says, while looking at me like I am his prey.
"Bwahahahahahahaha...." I burst out laughing, unable to hold myself back, looking at his gorgeous face painted like a little pumpkin, and his entire outfit looking like Humpty Dumpty.
"May I ask what is so funny, Miss Walker?" he asks sternly with his orange-painted face.
"You look fabulous, Mr. Gordon. I take it your daughter designed your costume?"
"Yes, she did," he answers, looking quite proud. Taking a step back, he scans my outfit from head to toe. Different emotions flashing past his eyes so fast that I couldn't decipher their meaning.
"What outfit is this supposed to be?" I hear him ask me.
Making a soft twirl with my broom, I present him with my black dress and whisker shoes while throwing a wink at him. "I am a pretty black witch, Mr. Gordon."
"Yeah, your character suits a witch, but if all witches look like you, then we have a problem."
"What do you mean, Mr. Gordon?"
"You are a disgrace to witches, Lucy," he says, taking light steps towards me, while I take steps backwards until my back hits the door of my car.
"Why would you say that, Mr. Gordon?" I ask, noticing I couldn't flee anymore as he was standing right in front of me. I smile sheepishly at him, not knowing what to do.
"What kind of witch are you? The witch of seduction? You look more like a goddess of lust, Lucy.”
"Ummm, Mr. Gordon... I-"
"Shhh Lucy.... No 'I' in this."
"Umm... no, I mean we-"
"Yes, Lucy, tell me, how do you want me to punish you?" he asks, smirking smugly.
"How about I invite you out for dinner?"
"HAHAHA, that is the funniest thing I have heard today. Are you coaxing a child, Lucy? I will be needing more than dinner." He gets closer to me, breathing in my perfume and leaving his hot breath on my cheeks.
I can feel my hormones bubbling up from this single reaction of his, and this is heading in the direction we have both been longing for.
"Mr Gordon-"
"Say my name Lucy", He blocks my lips from speaking further with his thumb, caressing them softly.
"Finn..." I whisper, taking a glance at his eyes that were filling up with lust, and also reflecting my lustful face.
"Damn, Lucy, I wanna tear off this dress and fuck you right here. Is that enough punishment, or shall I add more?"
"Finn, this has nothing to do with the company."
"We agreed that I would choose the punishment, didn't we? Or have you forgotten already?
"You cheat." I say sulkily, trying to feel his chest, but his costume makes it impossible to feel anything through his pumpkin skin.
He grabs my wandering hands and says, "Are you gonna deny the fact that you are wet for me right now, or shall I check myself?
I feel him raise up my dress and make his way towards my panties and not wanting him to feel smug and mighty yet, I grab his face and kiss him.
He kisses me back in reassurance and raises me up while I wrap my legs around his waist. One of his hands grabs my hair, while the other wanders to where I was dripping juice for him.
"Mmmm, not yet, Finn. Don't ruin our fun," I moan in his mouth.
To my surprise, he heeds to my words and replies, "Believe me, Lucy, the best thing I would love to do is turn you around, tear this dress off you, and fuck you till you fall, but I don't want you missing the party because I can't control my urges."
"I can also attend the party naked," I say jokingly, just to find out Mr. Pumpkin wasn't liking my idea.
"I dare you to do that, and I assure you that you shall work in my office naked for a whole month," he answers through gritted teeth. Hearing his reply makes me snicker as we both step into the elevator. He pulls me closer, wraps his one hand around my waist, and guides my hand towards his dick with his other hand. He begins sliding my hand on it, whereas I become stunned by the size of what I am touching.
"Finn, you are so huge," I say, staring up at him with my mouth open, which he seals up with his gorgeous lips once more. He bites on my lower lip, giving a slight groan, proving to me that what I was doing to him is good.
"Rub him faster, baby," he says while stealing my lips once more. My hands hurry their movements as I rub his huge dick through his trousers, which was a little difficult due to his costume. Taking a deep breath, he takes my hands off his dick and pulls me into his arms. "The party is about to start, meet me in my office for your punishment, Miss Walker," he says, giving my butt little claps as he walks out of the elevator.