Trick, But Primarily Treats

"Trick or treat!" yelled the group of four children as they held their bags open.

"Oh, and what do we have here?" Kyle asked in the voice adults naturally use with small kids. "A witch, a skeleton, a Pokemon, and a... what is this? A... dog?"

"Noo!" yelled a little girl's voice from behind a mask. "I'm a pony!"

"Oh yes, of course! Well happy Halloween!" he said, as he enthusiastically deposited candy into their bags. It was getting late, and he didn't expect many more trick or treaters, so he was generous.

"Thanks mister!" the Charmander yelled as they scampered away.

Shutting his door, Kyle sat back on his couch and took a swig of his beer, looking for the TV remote. He was supposed to be at a party tonight, but since his recent breakup with Amy he thought it would be awkward. They were more her friends anyway. It was fine though, a lazy night in spent laughing at costumes was pretty fun.

Just as he found the remote, his doorbell rang again. He glanced at the clock, seeing it was a quarter to 9 already, and grimaced. He would have to turn off his porch light after this one. Almost all the candy was gone anyway.

Opening his door into the cool October air, he briefly stammered a "hello" at the sight of three adults on his porch.

A guy stood at the back, dressed as a horse. He had a tall, goofy horse head hat on that flopped over slightly, with googly eyes looking in two directions. He was wearing a brown felt outfit that looked vaguely like horse fur. Next to him was a willowy brunette woman dressed as a cowboy. She was very pretty, with a cowboy hat at a jaunty angle on her head, and a brown tasseled vest over a white linen button-up shirt. The shirt was unbuttoned pretty far down, revealing a modest chest being pushed up by a something with a hint of lace. Ordinarily he would have been very impressed, but now he only paid her brief attention, because the shorter blonde woman dressed as a black cat was taking it all.

Not just any cat though - this was definitely, in the way of modern Halloween costumes, a Sexy Cat Costume. She had a black mask on covering her face from the nose up through which two blue eyes blinked mischievously at him, with little black whiskers, sharp teeth, and fuzzy, pointy ears. Her substantial chest was wrapped in a fuzzy top that wasn't much more than a bra, leaving an impressive expanse of cleavage on view. The rest of her torso was bare despite the October weather. She had black velvet sleeves on her arms that hooked to her middle finger with a loop and then came up to her elbows, and a black fuzzy skirt that swished around her upper thighs. On her feet were a pair of big fuzzy black slippers with little fake claws.

"Oh, wow, hello," he managed to stammer out.

"Trick or treat," deadpanned the man.

"Meow," the Sexy Cat Costume lady, as he had dubbed her in his head, said coyly, twirling her fuzzy black tail with one hand while she held out a small bag with the other.

"Wow," he said, looking her up and down as he dumped the rest of his stash in her bag, "that's worth way more candy than I have on hand, but this will have to do!"

"Bro," said the cowboy with exasperation, glancing at her open bag plaintively.

The black cat reached back and swatted at her, then turned back to him with a grin.

"Meow!" she said happily, and then she abruptly leaned forward and... nuzzled his shoulder the way a friendly cat would have.

"Whoa," he said in surprise.

The woman laughed while the cowboy rolled her eyes, though she seemed more amused than anything else. Then the three of them turned and walked away, treating him to a nice view of the woman's rear in that skimpy skirt, which lifted enticingly as she continued to twirl her tail. She was definitely putting a little extra sashay into her hips.

"Wow," he said again as he closed his door and flicked his porch light off, signaling the end of his treat giving. "What a lucky fucking dude."

He felt a little bad about reflexively dumping all the candy in the sexy cat lady's bag, instead of sharing, but judging by their reactions it couldn't have been the first time she stole the show tonight. That was a hell of a sexy costume on one sexy-ass lady.

With that he got comfortable on his couch again, flipping through Netflix to see if anything caught his eye. After a few minutes he settled on a show, but needed to get up to refresh his beer. And maybe make popcorn or something. While in the kitchen, however, his doorbell rang again.

"What the hell man," he muttered to himself. "I'm sure I turned the light off."

He walked over to the door, clearly seeing through the large open window behind his couch that the light was indeed off. Maybe it was a neighbor. Shit, maybe it was Amy. He didn't really want to see her again, but he was pretty horny after that pussy cat costume.

He pulled the door open, and there she was.

"Meow," the Sexy Cat Costume lady said again, her eyes still holding that mischievous gleam. She was alone.

"Oh, hello again," he said in surprise, looking behind her curiously but not seeing anyone. "Um, did you forget something?"

The woman looked back over her shoulder into the dark, then craned her neck to the side to look past him, into his house.

"Meow?" she said questioningly.

"Uhhh," he drawled, unsure of what game this lady was playing. "Did you want to come in?"

"Meow!" the lady said brightly, as she darted forward and slipped past him, brushing against his side as she went.

"Oookay," he said, turning around in confusion as he shut the door. What the fuck was happening?

The Sexy Cat Lady was walking around his living room slowly, sashaying her hips as she trailed one hand over his furniture. Unsure of what to do, he walked into the living room and stood by the couch trying to think of something to say to this bizarre encounter. Fuck, she was so hot.

She turned and walked toward him, making heavy eye contact. With one hand she dragged her tail over his coffee table, then when she was close enough she swung and hit his chest with it. It was light and fuzzy, so he barely felt it, but it was still surprising.

The lady laughed at him, then turned and, to his shock, got down on her hands and knees and started crawling away. Her tiny skirt rode up, revealing the curves of her fantastic ass, and the enticing mound between her cheeks covered by a tiny black thong. Her fake tail dragged behind her.

"Wow," he said. He seemed to be saying that a lot tonight.

Her head snapped toward him over her shoulder as she froze, as if startled to hear him.

"Meow!" she screeched, then broke down laughing. She crawled over to the couch and climbed up on it, then curled her feet under her.

Still utterly confused, but at this point horny as hell, Kyle tentatively walked toward her as she stared intently at him, before sitting down gingerly next to her on the couch. He briefly glanced at the large open window facing the front yard, but didn't say anything. This was all so weird, and he was afraid of messing whatever it was up.

She considered him for a moment, then leaned forward and started sniffing his neck. As she moved closer, her fake whiskers tickled his skin causing him to shudder. Feeling emboldened, he ran his right hand down her mostly-bare back.

As soon as he touched her she gasped, looked at him with that mischievous glint in her eyes... and swatted him across the cheek.

It wasn't exactly a slap, but it wasn't entirely playful either. As he stared at her in surprise, she started laughing again, then reached her hand up to swat him again. This time he caught her hand, holding it in front of him. She let out a delighted laugh again. Faster than he could react, her other hand shot up and swatted him on the other cheek.

Feeling a bit unamused, he opened his mouth to say something when the lady leaned forward and licked his neck. He involuntarily flinched, and the lady mumbled another "meow" against his skin and licked him again. As she pulled her hand out of his grip she started nuzzling her way down his chest, her other hand sliding under his shirt and lifting it so she could nuzzle his bare skin.

"What the fuck," he couldn't help mumbling under his breath, but she thankfully ignored him this time.

As she approached his waistband, he once again rested his hand on her back, and this time she seemed to allow it. In fact, before he knew it he felt her tugging at the elastic waist band of the flannel pajama pants he was wearing. Despite the weirdness of it all he was hard as a rock, and as soon as her hand brushed his erection she froze and looked up at him through her cat mask.

"Meow?" she said tentatively, her voice tilting up questioningly at the end.

He only raised his eyebrows at her. In response she made a gentle swat at his boner through his flannel pants, causing him to shudder. Fuck, she really seemed like a god damn curious cat!

"Meow," she said again as she turned her attention to his pants, sliding one hand beneath the waistband and dragging her fingernails over his sensitive skin, causing him to gasp.

"Sure, kitty, whatever," he said, deciding to just go with it. "That's for you." He reached down and pulled his waistband down over his hips, his cock springing free and slapping against his stomach. "Here you go."

"Meow!" the lady said loudly as she looked him over. With one hand she batted at his shaft a few times, making it bounce, then she laughed. She looked up at him, a big grin on her face as she swatted her way down his shaft before gently tapping his balls. He couldn't help cringing away.

"Fuck, careful with those kitty."

She laughed again as she continued to pat his balls, then lowered her head down toward him. He groaned again as he felt her tongue glide over the underside of his head, then she lapped her way down toward his balls before she licked them a few times. Fuck yes, a blowjob sounded amazing!

Instead she just kept playfully lapping at him, wetting his cock thoroughly but never taking him into her mouth. After a minute he was writhing about in anticipation.

And then... she stopped. He was panting heavily as she leaned back on the couch away from him, pulling up her legs so her feet were next to him. He looked down between her knees at the thin strip of fabric covering her mound, as she trailed one bare foot over his thigh, then tickled his cock with her toes while she giggled.

He reached out to touch one of her toned legs, and she playfully swatted his hand again. Leaning into the game, he refused to be dissuaded, and she laughed in delight as he pressed on with stroking her legs despite her hitting him a few more times. Fuck, she was super into hitting him.

Kyle rubbed his way between her legs, savoring her smooth skin before finally letting his fingers glide over the thin fabric of her panties. They were soaking wet.

"Meeeeoooow," she drawled out, arching her back and thrusting her chest up, doing impressive things to her large breasts. Then she lifted her legs straight into the air and hooked her fingers under the thin straps of her panties. While he stared at the backs of her thighs, she slowly rolled them up, giving him a teasing glimpse of her mound. Finally, as they slipped over her feet, she tossed them to the floor and lowered her feet to the couch. She let her knees fall open, revealing a beautiful pussy lightly covered in a thin, well-groomed strip of light blonde hair.

That was an invitation if he'd ever seen one.

He leaned in slowly, kissing his way up her thighs as her fingers tangled in the back of his hair. As he reached her sweet spot she pushed her hips into his face, groaning before she meowed under her breath, showing a truly impressive commitment to the cat role. She continued to run her fingers through his hair while he gently ran his tongue around her clit, slipping one finger inside her slick, velvety tunnel. Just as he was really getting into it, however, she put her hands on his forehead and shoved him away.

"Meow!" she said loudly as he fell back to his original seat. He looked at her in surprise, his face wet with her juices as she leaned forward and crawled toward him. His gaze was drawn immediately to her large breasts swinging beneath her, barely constrained by the fuzzy bra. When she reached him she went straight to his lap, her whiskers tickling his neck again as she straddled him.

He could feel his throbbing cock pressing against the outer lips of her damp pussy, her divine warmth teasing him. Her hips ground against him a few times, his shaft sliding through her folds. Panting heavily in his ear, she reached behind her with one hand, her delicate fingers dancing over his sensitive skin making him shudder. Then she stood his cock upright and guided him to the entrance of her well-lubricated pussy. He groaned as she sat back and took him to the hilt on the first push, her fuzzy skirt falling around his lap, her tight warmth enveloping him completely.

He briefly felt self-conscious about the huge open window behind them, but couldn't muster upper the nerve to care as she took her first tentative moves. His hands wrapped around her slender waist as her hips rocked back and forth against him, grinding her pelvis against his. She leaned back a bit and he buried his face in her cleavage, the fuzz on her costume bra tickling his chin.

Desperate to see what she was hiding under there, he reached back and found the clasp between her shoulder blades. It took him a second of fiddling with it as her body rocked back and forth slowly before it came undone. Eagerly tossing it aside, he leaned back enough to appreciate the beautiful view for a moment. He didn't spend long staring though, before he brought his hands to her ample chest, kneading her heavy flesh while she groaned and played with his hair.

Soon he was holding her tight against him as he pounded his hips rapidly into her, her tits mashed against his chest, their flesh slapping together. He leaned back from her just enough to be able to lean down and latch his mouth onto one of her hard nipples, struggling to keep hold of it as her heavy breasts bounced with every thrust. He could tell when she was about to cum, because she tensed up and cried out before he felt her whole body shudder against his. He held her by the waist while her hips gyrated against him, eagerly sucking at her nipple.

Just as he was about to cum also, she leaned forward and bit his shoulder, causing him to flinch. Then she hopped off him, his drenched cock slapping against his stomach, and crawled away on the couch, leaving him gasping and unfulfilled. His wide eyes locked onto her fantastic backside, her thighs wet with her juices. Her pussy lips were swollen, her pink folds peeking out.

"Meow!" she called out breathlessly, looking at him over her bare shoulder. She grabbed the fake tail attached to her tiny skirt and swatted his cock with it.

"Oh fuck," he said, aching as he rose up to crawled behind her, grabbing her by the hips. From above, her tiny waist led to the magnificent flair of her backside. She reached back to swat at him with one hand, but he caught it and twisted it behind her back, shoving her upper body forward onto the couch so her ass was up in the air.

"Meow!" she said mock indignantly, as he pushed himself into her from behind and resumed thrusting away, desperate to get over the edge she had left him on. He picked up his pace and she cried out loudly, the sound of their flesh smacking together filling the room. He was holding her wrist against the small of her back, then reached down to tangle his other hand in her medium-length blonde hair, keeping her face pressed into the couch cushions. He finally came as he mashed himself against her rear, penetrating as deep as he could and holding himself there as he filled her with cum.

He released her wrist and she collapsed onto the couch, the two of them laying there panting and gasping for breath. Once he regained enough sense he pushed himself off her, pausing to admire her backside and glistening pussy.

He leaned back, still panting as he tried to wrap his head around this bizarre encounter. He could only watch as the Sexy Cat Lady stood on wobbly legs, chuckling as she staggered past him. A rivulet of cum was trickling down the sooth skin of her thigh.

She grabbed her fuzzy bra, then bent over to grab her panties off the floor, giving him one last view of her nice rear coated with their collective juices. Still bent over, she turned toward him and gave him that mischievous grin over her shoulder while he admired her breasts swinging beneath her, then tossed her tiny black panties at his face. He laughed and snatched them up, watching as she straightened up and walked toward the door.

"Thanks!" she said, speaking for the first time as she deftly slipped her arms back into the bra and winked at him. Pausing for a moment to clasp it, she then pulled his door open and left. The last thing he saw was her tiny skirt and black fuzzy tail.

"What the fuck was that," he whispered. That was definitely the best Halloween treat he had ever gotten!