Trick or Treat Tyrant

Ghouls, Ghosts, and Goblins

At last, it’s that time of year when all the ghouls, ghosts, and goblins run rampant. Scouring the streets, causing mischief and mayhem. The breeze carries with it sounds of terror. The crisp air nips at your flesh with a constant sting. Each house glowing with jack o lanterns — a few with purple or green witchy lights. I’m filled with glee at the thought of all the havoc I can wreak, similar to a Trick or Treat Tyrant.

Of course, I make sure my house is decked out. I have jack o lanterns on my porch, spider webs, even foggy cauldrons, and an automated Michael Myers to create the perfect terrifying ambience. I want each treat o treater to feel the hairs on their neck raise — a slight tinge of fear when approaching. I’m filled with delight at the screams of terror when my automated Michael Myers scares a group. Obviously, being that I am a Trick Or Treat Tyrant. I found that out at the Masquerade of Hallow’s Eve.

Look At Me! I’m Your Sexy Treat

I keep my lights on well into the early morning hours. Of course, I don’t mind late-night trick-or-treaters. Finally, at around 2 am, I decided to close up shop, so to speak. I take off my witch’s costume, then change into my black silk dressing robe.

As I’m getting ready to wash my face and take a shower, I hear my doorbell ring. Strange, I think to myself, but answer anyway. I open my door and am met with my Michael Myers, or so I thought. “Treat or Treat,” he says. “It’s a bit late, don’t you think?” I question. “Never too late for a treat” he responds. “You forgot the trick, come in. I have something special for you” I tell him slyly with a smile.

Trick or Treat Tyrant

First I walk him in, offer him a seat on my black suede couch. My living room is lit with only candles while I have rock on the radio. The room is filled with the smells of pumpkin spice and apple cider. Mr Myers slumps into the couch — clearly feeling comfortable. Next, I straddle him as I rub his chest and shoulders. While I roll my hips and bare pussy against his crotch. I think to myself just how unlucky he is to have entered in the Trick Or Treat Tyrant lair. I can feel his hard-on against my pussy through his jumpsuit. Nevertheless, I will deliver a trick.

Now I begin to undress him — leaving the mask on. At the same time, he starts ripping at my robe. As soon as I have his arms free, I quickly tie his wrists with my robe tie, allowing him to see the treat beneath my robe. He is clearly excited, not for long. I pull him up as his jumpsuit falls to his ankles. I walk him behind my couch. Then tell him to wait here. I go to my bedroom, grab a blindfold and a nice girthy 9-inch strap-on dildo.

I walk out while I give him a final glimpse, then I put on the blind fold. The Trick Or Treat Tyrant loves surprises. Now that his blindfold is secure, I untie his wrists only to tie them behind his back. Next, I run my nails down his back, just enough to burn his skin a little. With every heartbeat, the anticipation grew for us both. Without warning, I shove him over the couch. At this point, I’ve already secured my strap.

Getting Stuffed By The Trick or Treat Tyrant

I reach to lube my cock, hearing slight protests from this unfortunate soul.  Ram it in with force; otherwise, how could I call myself a Trick Or Treat Tyrant? I couldn’t. As a result, he let out a shrill scream. Therefore, I just went harder. His screams filled the room and probably the block while I held his wrist like a horse’s reins. Using them as leverage to get deeper and deeper inside his tight little back door. Finally, he submits after pegging him for quite some time. I pound into him until he no longer resists, his body has gone limp.

Now that I have him where I want him I untie his wrists. “Be good and stroke your little cock for me while I fuck your tight little ass,” I demand. He does what I tell him to do. Meanwhile, I slow down. Rolling sensually into him. Inch by inch I make sure he feels it all in the best way possible. As my cock stretches his asshole.

“Use your precum to wet the tip, stroke it long, no rush, you’re almost there, aren’t you?” I ask. He nods in response through guttural moans. As his body tenses, I continue my stroke. Finally, I feel him tense beneath my touch as he shamefully cums into his hand. As the Trick Or Treat Tyrant, I only deliver the trick, whoops. Call me the Mistress of Phone Sex and let me be your Trick Or Treat Tyrant.

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