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Blindfold Me: The Party

Part 2. After all that, y'all still have the Halloween Party. Kinktober submission @nahimjustfeelingit-writes

Pairing: Erik x Reader

Tags: Smut, Size Kink, Exhibitionism, Roleplay, Queening, Knife-play

An idea strikes from nowhere and who's gonna stop you? Erik? He isn't thinking about you in particular, he's driving you back to the Cheesecake Factory parking lot so you can drive your car and follow him home. He's very cute in his absentmindedness. He's watching the road and doesn't notice you watching the minor things he does, those tiny habits that are sexy for no reason. It's the way he leans driving one-handed with his other elbow in the window. It gives you the space to fish Lil Erik Jr out and frisk him, make him feel real nice before you choke him. Big Erik likes that, but there's something you haven't tried.. another way to pleasure Big E and torture Lil E. You sauce-board him. Erik jumps in his seat, but he can launder his pants. He's changing clothes at home anyway. You dip the head of his penis in cilantro sauce, swirling it around the rim of the plastic cup and sucking it off with a pop, chasing it with a bite of samosa, amused at his face, like he's traumatized.

"You fuckin booger, my dick is not a samosa."

You put them side by side. "Could've fooled me.. the samosa bigger."

"I hope they have good music at this party. I'm a kick Meech's ass when we get there."

He switches hands on the wheel, swatting out like a parent which leads to you both slapboxing with him mushing and grabbing your face, fake choking you while you pop his arm and pinch him. He knows he's not small. You know he's not small.

When you get in your own car, you call him.

"You need music for that?"

"My theme music. Every queen deserves her own theme music."

"I hope he didn't cheap on liquor. If so we need to pre-game."

"Let's pre-game," you agree, getting another masterful idea for a cocktail. He grabs your arms in the doorway of the house before you can close the door and pulls them behind your back, cuffing them quickly. "Erik," you stare from over your shoulder and back at the neighbors' houses across the street. "Be real. It's still broad daylight and families live here." They always walk and sit out on porches.

He bends you over and pushes your dress up, hooking his knuckles in the seat of your panties and pushing the head of his dick against your opening. No one's outside but they could still be watching through windows.

"Dave has a ring camera," you gasp as he holds your weight up by your throat with two hands. Your feet spread for balance as he pushes inside, spreading your walls apart with his width.

"It's fine," he whispers.

"Fuck, daddy." His pumps stay shallow teasing those nerves just inside the entrance that trigger your lazy eye. "He's gonna see this," you sigh picturing the footage in his hands as Erik slides deeper, your walls hugging him tight. "We can't do this out here."

"It's fine. He'll jack off and not say shit, watch." He slides back and squishes in again as a car drives by.

"Erik!" Your ass hits his stomach.

"Oh, that turn you on? Nasty bitch. That pussy getting wetter."

With arms tied behind you, you moan as he bounces you up and down his length, your kitty suctioning him and squishing with every stroke. Another car drives by, a neighbor further down and you hope they don't call the police.

"Move ya hips, like a lil neighborhood porn star slut. Fuck me."

His hands still grip your neck for leverage. You swivel your hips as he digs in your gut, moving one hand under your dress to rub your clit.

"Now everyone gonna know how we get down," he says in your ear. "Lil slut bitch and her daddy. You happy?" His full lips rest on your ear, his dick filling you completely. "You a happy lil slut?" He hisses and groans, stroking your nub. "It's ok, tell me."

"Fuck, yes daddy..," you moan biting your lip and feeling full, your kitty squeezing as you concentrate on keeping your balance. "Oh god don't stop don't stop, it's right there," you pant.

"Don't cum. Don't you cum, baby.. Hold it in.. Hold it in, baby.."

"Fuhuuck!" You laugh trying to hold it as it attempts to burst free. He stops rubbing but keeps giving those deep strokes.

"Yeah baby? Hold it for me. You like this dick? You like it?"

"I love it, daddy, can I cum?"

"Good lil slut, not yet," he squeezes your neck. You don't want him to stop but if he doesn't-

"Shit. I'm reaching my Iimit."

"My dick small?" He thrusts into you. "Tell me how small that dick is baby."

You look back and up at him as he chokes you and you laugh still impaled and panting. You knew he'd get you back. He's 9 inches. 9 delicious beefy inches and each one is hiked up your pulsing sopping wet pussy. "I'm gonna cum.. I'm gonna cum.."

"Answer me," he growls, rubbing you again.

"Fuck. Big, daddy. Your dick is so big and juicy in that tight lil pussy, shit. Please can I cum?"

"Cum..," he hums in approval. "Wet ass pussy. That's a good girl." His fingers go straight in your mouth rubbing on your tongue. "You gonna be a good lil girl for me, baby?"

"Yes, daddy." you nod.

"Shut the door. No, you gonna be baaad tonight. At the party. Daddy like his lil bitch wicked. Now get on your knees and taste that mess you made on this big dick." He moans as you kiss up his shaft and lick it. "Put it in ya mouth. Eat this dick up."

You suck the first three inches, salivating and licking up the spit that drips down his shaft, spitting it back on the top and pushing it with your mouth. "Cum in my mouth," you direct watching him bite his lip as you keep sucking for your own pleasure.

"You want me to cum, baby?"

"Mm," your lashes bat.

"Mm. You deserve a lil candy for Halloween. Go head, suck that cum out my dick."

You suck until it it spits back, leaking semen and you suck some more, swallowing and licking his tip until he pulls it away and kisses you sweetly on the lips. He removes the cuffs and you stretch your arms.

"Pre-game," he whispers leading the way into the kitchen. You both need to change clothes, but there's time. You have hours.

"Pregame!" You sit two shot glasses on the counter and mix coconut rum, melon liqueur, pineapple juice, and grenadine while he watches intrigued. You shake it in a tumbler with ice and pour it into the glasses. "It's called a lick my pussy," you smirk raising your glass. His brow raises as you toss it back.

"Bet," he sucks his fingers, the same ones that were on your clit. "Tastes so fuckin good," moans chasing with the shot. It makes your pussy twitch again.

"Boy go get the plant and the grass seed out the trunk!"

"Fine," he laughs heading out. "Pour me another shot I'm tryna be fucked up tonight."

You wait until he gets back to ask, "How we gonna get back if both of us drunk because I'm a be fall off the bone drunk."

"I'll schedule a ride now and we'll be ready to leave at.. what time you think, 12:30ish?"

"Party starts at at 9. That works for me." You raise your glass toasting his that still sits on the table in a clink and tossing it back. Once the safety car is booked, he takes his shot too. "I can't get too drunk before I do my makeup, I'm a look like shit. One more," you pour it up taking it up with you to shower, do your skin routine once more, and start your Akasha makeup with Renaissance on shuffle. It's about the smooth buttery glowing skin with no imperfections. You go full coverage. You build your smoky eye and use your Fenty Trophy Wife for the bright golden highlight, a whiter highlight in your eye corner. Akasha's signature eyebrow and eyeliner combo is done with black eyeliner pen and perfected with gel liner on a thin brush. You put on your fake fangs and take your shot before applying lipstick. Erik uses the shower while your stuff is all over the sink. The lips require contouring and a coral liner/lipstick overlapped with a rosy gloss. You switch wigs to a sleek long and black glueless unit and cover the hairline with Akasha's crown.

Erik stinks up the bathroom taking a shit so you wiggle past his knees leaving your mess of makeup and brushes on the sink. You put on your costume and spray yourself with body oil and highlighting mist. You've nailed the look, you even move your arms like Akasha in the bedroom mirror.

"I can’t help being a gorgeous fiend. It’s just the card I drew," you respond to his stare.

Erik is impressed but you wave him off with a lie that he smells like shit. "Why'd you wait until after you showered to shit.. you stanky ass boy."

"Can't help when nature calls."

You watch as he turns himself into a loc'd version of a vampire killer in a black bulletproof vest with silver colored clasps in front and black pants, already looking fine. You want to bite him as he pulls on a long leather Matrix jacket with matching gloves. His cosplay elevates with a black clasp belt, black sunglasses, and clunky punk boots. Thanks to Dave, he's got his hands on a sexy long saber that he waves around like he thinks he's on a movie set. A very sexy sleek sword.

"Ok stop playing with your sword," you smirk, "And let's go get another drink. I know just the one." You grab two small glasses and pour ice, crown royal vanilla, and a can of cherry coke between both. "I don't care how good this party is, it would've been better with me bartending, he don't know I'm that bitch. You better tell him."

Erik sighs, "Aye.. you still got that..???" His brow raises. "That peach cobbler.."

"Oh hell yeah," you run back up the stairs to grab that lube you both like. It was an amazing find. You grab the fake blood while you're at it. Maybe you'll find a use for it.

Meech's house is decorated tastefully like he had help from a woman with style which makes you and Erik wonder what woman he had to do it because he needs to keep her around. It's a red and black vibe with a fog machine, everything you wanted as a child for Halloween but now y'all grown enough to create it yourselves. Erik presents the alcohol the two of you decided to bring as a contribution. You set up a counter of shots with Grateful Dead shots for people to grab at will. It's a 90s rnb, 00s hits, and 10s hip-hop and rnb playlist that has everyone dancing and having a good time.

In the kitchen there's the real soul food: pans of chicken wingettes, ribs, fried catfish, potato salad, 2 pans of mac n cheese, collards, and salad. Erik looks at you and starts to build a plate of everything. You grab two forks. "Uh uh fix your own plate," he holds it away.

"I am Akasha, Queen of the Damned," you say channeling Aaliyah's voice in the movie. He looks visibly turned on and offers you the plate. You make him hold it for you. "You're my little simp tonight." You make him feed you until you take over and feed him back with your fork. Then you both take decide to dance and socialize on your own, meeting up organically.

Meech has a game where everyone has to complete the lyrics to a song or take a dare which is either tossing back a shot, taking a shot off someone's body, or taking a shot of hot sauce. It's fun to watch no matter what the punishment. You don't know the words to Juice WRLD Lucid Dreams or Future Life is good so you drink shots out of Erik's belly button as he giggles and grabs your head like you're finna give him head. You and him know he's serious, but the party think he playing. You snatch his face in your hand and whisper. "Play nice."

He bites at you and your eyebrow arches. He smells like alcohol. You see his fangs. He couldn't give up his grills for the white fangs like you have. Gangsta ass Blade. Sexy mothafucka. You release him ready to find a place more private. "Meet me upstairs," you whisper not asking for permission but sneaking upstairs in Meech's house to his bedroom and throwing his unfolded clothes on the floor to free his unmade bed. Erik appears minutes later holding up the doorframe.

"Looks like it's open season on suckheads. I'll give you something to suck."

You dance to him like Akasha. He draws his sword from his back and you lick your fangs interested to know what he plans on doing with it. How will he defeat you? He's got something in mind. He's been proving himself to be a lot of fun. Not vanilla, but French vanilla with some cinnamon and nutmeg. He raises the sword like he's about to slay you but you raise a clawed hand and he halts dropping the sword. You smirk and reach for it but he kicks it up and grabs it swishing it through the air with you frozen wide-eyed. All you know is he'd better not make a mistake. You wonder how far he'll take it ready to match him.

The sword comes to your neck and your eyes dare him to push it further, deeper into your skin. He takes that challenge to your surprise. The sharp edge digs into your neck near your jugular and you keep your chin raised standing extremely still, your heart suddenly pounding and skin growing goosebumps as you feel something drip and look down. Blood. "There are worse things out tonight than vampires," he whispers in your ear.

"Like what."

"Like me. He licks the blood off the blade and scrapes the edge across the skin of your neck, like a razor. You run your fingers over his bulletproof vest as the blade scratches at your skin like fingernails, down your neck and across your shoulders. When it drags down your breastplate you grab his head and bite into his neck so the sword drops again.

He growls from deep within as your teeth sink into his shoulder next, breaking skin and leaving indentations. Your tongue soothes the bites and you suck leaving behind a bruise. He moans grabbing a fist of your hair at the base of your neck.

"You fuckin bit me.."

"So bite back," you hiss pushing him back. You walk to the bed and beckon him to you. "Now. Come my love. I'll show you how to feasst."

He licks his full lips on the same kinda time you’re on and starts to approach. Your raised hand stops him and he growls once more, impatient.

"Down. Crawl and commme to me," you gaze watching him sink to his knees and seductively crawl as if he's your slave. "You'll do annything for me.." He bites his bottom lip. "Hungry, my love? Get up."

You throw him on the bed and turn him so his head hangs off. You raise your skirt and drop it over his head like a curtain while you grind and bounce on his face like a dick.

"Taste," you command as his face becomes a throne. You feel his tongue at work stroking and flicking, his arms at his side as you smother him with kitty and thighs. "This is the rightful order."

When his tongue flicks your starfish you count it as an accident but he does it again. You don't call it out, but you hear him groan as you press and rub your kitty and your starfish on his tongue, lips, and nose.

"It's juicy?"

His fingers finally dig into your hips and you give him a little air sinking right back down to drown him some more.

"Drink that cum," you order as you squirt on his face covering it in a rush of sticky nectar. He sucks on your clit and you hold down his arms. "Keep eating." You roll your hips and raise up once more hearing his gasp before you smother him again. You give him a face full of booty and let him toss your salad, switching back to the kitty. He'll lick whatever you give him right now. "Take that dick out," you tell him in the meantime. He gets it done fairly quickly. You take your shoes and straddle his hips on the bed in a squat but fall on him. The liquor. At least you have the peach lube it helps you glide. You get on your knees instead and ride reaching out for the bed frame to stabilize yourself. He's in another world as you fuck him with the slippery lube, the peach smell in the air. You slide back up to sit on his face with all your juices wetting his neck. They were starting to dry down on him. He acts like he's eating actual peach cobbler. "Lick me up. Tell me how I taste."

"Delicious," he says deliriously when you hop back on his dick. "Fuckin demon."

You grin. "Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good!"

"Nasty bitch," he pants as you jump on his dick until he cums hard inside of you. You push it out and suck it off his dick as he twitches. "You bit me," he sighs with a grin showing those sexy grills.

"You cut me," you remind him touching your neck.

"Do you feel a cut? I used your fake blood."

"Well," you scramble. "Oh well."

"I liked it," he admits.

You look around the room and get up to grab a random lighter that's on the nightstand. "Let's keep this," you flick it lighting the flame. "For memories since we probably won't remember in the morning. "

"Bad girl," he teases. "I'll remember."

"Right." He drank more than you and you'd been drinking. You take the lighter and pull him up forcing him to return downstairs before you so it's not obvious. You go minutes later and find him to dance. You grind him in the dim light, your hips twisting as his move behind you. They call the costume contest and the both of you win first place which gets y'all a goody bag with a big thick fluffy brownie.

"Split it tomorrow," he suggests. There are enough snacks to eat at the party, but it's after midnight. You follow Erik outside to meet the car that's coming to pick y'all up when it comes. Erik holds you and lifts the back of your skirt to put his dick in you once more but there are people directly beside you and you quickly pull your skirt back down before he can get his dick out. You grab his face again. "Play nice." His kink is serious. He loves being watched.

By the time you both make it back home, he's ready to fuck some more pulling you to the kitchen floor but he falls asleep on top of you and you're too tired to move. You wake up to daytime and he's gone. When you call to ask where in the house he is he says "At work."

"Why you ain't wake me up," you fuss feeling a monster headache. "You'd already called out but you thought he had too. "You didn't even say you were leaving. Why you hungover at work?!"

"I don't feel bad at all. Granny's hangover tonic. Works every time. I left you some on the stove."

"I don't understand how you can work. You probably don't remember half of last night. You were so drunk you ate my ass."

"You wanted to try it didn't you?."

"Oh." He did remember.

"When I get home I expect God tier head. With the Akasha cosplay."

"You getting a little too zesty for your own good ain't you," you tease.

"You the one wanted me to be more open with my kinks. You saying you can't keep up?"

"A lot of talk," you grin. "I will make you forget your name don't play with me.

"I don't wanna wait, come fuck me," he whispers. New Erik has a strong public sex kink that makes you clench. You get off the floor to put yourself together.

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