Possessed by her Leather Dress [M/F] - Halloween | 2016

As a quick preface, this happened a couple of years ago while I was still at University and thought now would be a good time to share given its vague Halloween theme. I’ve quietly been a huge fan of this subreddit for a while, so I thought it was about time to contribute something myself. It was way too fun to write.

As a sophomore in college, Halloween always promises to be a good time. Having experienced the pandemonium of Halloween for the first time as a reckless, unsupervised, young adult the year before, I felt I knew what to expect. Regardless of what circles you ran in, women would inevitably find their way into any costume with a title that was preceded with the word “sexy.” While many cited ironic reasons for wearing such bluntly sexualized outfits, you could tell buried down deep that most of them adored the attention. They adored showing off what they knew made men weak: drawing eyes to their monumental asses perfectly presented in a tight skirt and sky-high heels, making their chest into a work of art by accentuating it with a corset you know hides in her closet for the rest of the year, or by diverting all attention to a pair of flawless legs painted on the backdrop of thigh-high fishnets. They adored the power. They adored broadcasting the image that they would be the baddest girl you could ever get with… If only for a night amidst a year where every other night, sexuality was a matter of subtlety and mystique.

Being a quintessential “nice guy” (in the worst way possible) I was content to simply revel in the showcase. I knew I didn’t have the swagger or mentality to act on the thoughts or hormones that raged inside me, so a few drinks to take the edge off and a good spot to admire the costumes from afar was still a great night to me. This year, I knew I would have an especially good outing as my friends and I were headed to a party at the art kids’ house. My two roommates (we’ll call them Howie and Chris) were music majors, so they had the in - if any of you are familiar with art students that obsess with performance pieces, you can only imagine the creativity that comes with Halloween costume ideas. To prep, Chris, Howie, and I took a couple shots of tequila while we were getting ready. There was a local band on campus that pretentiously wore Tuxedo shirts and Masquerade Masks on stage while they performed, so as a private-joke of a costume, we decided to dress as them for the party. “You think they’ll be there and be pissed?” Howie asked about the band through a chuckle. “If they’re there, we’ll just say we’re fans. Everyone who knows us will still get the joke.” I shot back.

We laughed at the costumes some more and took another shot before stowing the handle in a backpack and heading out. The walk over to the art house took about 15 minutes, during which we took turns mocking our costume band’s on-stage banter. “You know who does the best impression of the drummer?” Howie threw out, “Victoria. I’m in tears whenever she get behind a kit and pretends to be him.”

Victoria would turn out to be the focal point of this story. Howie, Chris, Victoria, and I all met at the same time. More than a year before this Halloween, we all shared the same first class of our college careers. The four of us hit it off immediately, being an unbreakable friend group ever since. To us, Victoria was just one of the guys, we used to refer to her as the fourth roommate given how frequently she came over to play music, watch movies, or play retro video games. Halloween fell on a weekday that year, so Victoria had to work until pretty late - the plan was to meet her there.

As we finally reached the art house, we saw a friend out front smoking, as soon as he realized it was us he began laughing hysterically. The best costumes are those that come at another’s expense. We chatted a bit and headed inside. In short, the holiday did not disappoint. Whatever turned you on, it was probably represented in someone’s costume. “Is Liz fucking naked?” Chris immediately let out.

Chris gestured across the room to one of our classmates rocking a full body paint costume without a scrap of fabric in sight. It could have been a duo costume or something, as she was there with a friend pulling off the same look. “He’s a little more my speed.” Howie joked.

Aside from the occasional “so-and-so is hot” my group of friends kept pretty quiet about our sexual escapades. We were close on every other front, but for whatever reason we never felt the need to be brash about it. This party was apparently so carnal, that those walls weren’t quite so strong - at least for the night. From the predictable full-latex Catwoman to a scantily-clad Richard Nixon, the party had someone to admire around every corner. “Hell yeah, another parody costume!” We heard from across the room. An occasional acquaintance approached us, she wore a big, ugly sweater that was cut up to maybe a fifth of its size which accentuated her incredibly distracting chest. Beyond that she wore what appeared to be a pair of men’s slacks cut to the length of booty shorts, with thigh-high stockings and black pumps.

Uneasily, Howie noted, “I’m impressed, but I’m not quite making the connection.” “You know how they have all of those ridiculous ‘sexy costumes’ like Sexy Scooby-Doo and everything?” I nodded, my mouth was probably wide open as I looked over her costume, she continued “Well, I’m sexy Mr. Hawthorne!” We all cracked up, Mr. Hawthorne was our Composition teacher who was notorious for his massive paisley sweaters and baggy slacks. “Look at that: sexy and clever,” Howie announced, “That deserves a shot.”

We all agreed and pulled out the tequila. As we handed one to “Sexy Mr. Hawthorne” she stated, “Oh you dogs, isn’t the old saying ‘Tequila makes you horny?’” “I always thought it was ‘Tequila makes your clothes fall off’” I added. As we were toasting the shot, I heard a voice from behind me, “Tequila? Clothes falling off? What do you boys know about that?”

It sounded like Victoria, so I quickly swung around to greet her, but as I turned around, it sure didn’t look like Victoria. Victoria was always good looking, but that was besides the point - she was one of the guys, a close friend, none of us ever lusted for her behind her back, but the second I saw her everything changed. To this day, I still don’t know exactly what her costume was supposed to be, (maybe that’s why I put off writing this for so long), but that’s only because I was so damn distracted. Victoria was wearing an incredibly tight, black leather dress, with a pronounced bronze zipper winding its way down from the top front of her curves. It was short, it was strapless, it was everything I never knew I needed. I swallowed hard and couldn’t say a thing, my eyes locked like magnets to her body. “Victoria! You’re finally here!” Howie exclaimed, clearly immune to the marvel given his sexual orientation.

She began her response, but I couldn’t hear a word over the noise her body created in my head. I looked her up and down as she continued to walk over to us. She wore perfectly shaped fishnet stockings that concluded in a tied leather band on her upper thigh, and ended in a pair of black patent Fuck-Me pumps on the other end. Her makeup was decadent. She wore a dark scarlet lip, and her eyes were as pitch-black as mine were hungry for her. I shivered at the sight of her. As my gaze remained locked to her, she made eye contact. “Lou! What’s up!” she called over. Victoria was one of the only people that called me Lou. It was her. Despite what my body screamed at me, that was my close friend, Victoria. I nodded at her with a smile as she approached.

Howie quickly produced a shot glass from his bag, and began to hand it her way. As Victoria reached for it, Howie fumbled with it and dropped it, bouncing off the carpet. Victoria quickly hopped down to get it. As she bent over, the leather audibly stretched, riding up her creamy, decorated, thighs. The leather dress clung tightly to her equally tight ass. As she finally got to the shot glass on the ground, I looked to her ass and the toxic sexual energy invaded my mind. Intrusively, I thought: “I don’t care if that’s Victoria, I better be bending her over like that and fucking her hard by the end of the night.”

I shuddered again at these feelings, in response to the crassness of my thoughts I quickly downed my shot. “Too good to toast with us now?” Howie chuckled at me. “Ha, I blanked out.” I responded, resentful that Howie would divert my attention from Victoria. He poured me another shot. “Me too!” Victoria quickly said as she erected herself back onto her killer heels.

After the pour, Victoria stepped back to create a circle of the five of us. As she moved into place, I could feel the soft bounce of skin through leather on the back of my hand. Accidentally, she had grazed into me and possessed by the dress, I reached my hand down and grabbed her ass hard. Alarmed, she looked back to me. Her full dark red lips agape, she looked around to see if anyone saw it. My teeth gritted and my eyes continued to lust from behind my mask. She looked to me to apologize or something of the nature, but it was no accident. Knowing Victoria, I was expecting her to make a joke about it, but instead she regained her composure and lifted her glass, announcing some half-hearted toast. Clearly she was distracted too.

We all took the shot, Sexy Mr. Hawthorne found her way out of the conversation and joined the crowd of sexy costumes that now seemed mundane compared to Victoria’s. Chris and Howie talked with Victoria as we would have any other day. I remained stoic, feeling the raging lust in every muscle of my body. Soon after, Victoria caught sight of a friend and quickly left the group to catch up with them. I wandered around with Chris for an hour or so while Howie tried to catch the attention of the body-painted man. I couldn’t tell you a single thing I said to Chris across that hour as my eyes stalked Victoria around the party. Every new angle I saw of her the more my sexual cravings took over my conscience. “Hey man, I think I drank too much or some shit. I’m beat.” Chris turned and murmured to me. “You alright? Want me to walk you back or something? I don’t mind.” I snapped back to reality. “Nah man, have a good night. I’ll be fine. I’ll catch you in the morning.”

As far as I was concerned there was only one thing I wanted more than to hear those words, and that one was rather obvious. I walked Chris out the door, and figured I’d stay outside with the smokers for a bit to regain my composure. I chatted with the guy that had greeted us earlier before turning around the corner of the house to take a leak. As I finished up and turned around I was shocked to see Victoria waiting for me. My conscience and hormones flipped a coin in my head. The conscience won, otherwise Victoria would have pinned to the side of the house with her tongue in my mouth. “Yo, Lou! I feel like we haven’t hung out all night, sorry I got so distracted. What happened to Chris?” “Oh, uh,” I could hardly speak to her in my present state, “He was feeling sick, so he headed back to our place.” “Does he need help? I don’t mind heading back. I need to change anyway, this dress is awfully tight.” She ran her hands down the dress, as she quickly reached the bottom, she snapped the material. I ground my teeth hard as I watched her. I felt like she was toying with me in response to how I touched her earlier. At the same time, I felt like I was just out of my mind and she was doing nothing out of the ordinary. “Oh, yeah, I was just thinking about checking on him. You want to stop by your dorm first, right?” She nodded casually. Maybe I was just reading too far into it. “Let me just go grab my coat.” she said as she walked back inside. She turned on a dime on her heels, and the hard smell of leather and excessive perfume wafted my way. I watched her hips as she walked away, she looked over her shoulder briefly, perhaps the confirm whether or not what happened earlier was an accident. I looked away quickly, unsure if she spotted me. The scent made me so hard that I stood behind the building a bit longer until I calmed down. I tried to justify it by saying it wasn’t her usual perfume or something.

When Victoria returned she had her usual peacoat on and my senses returned to me. This was Victoria, if I kept acting the way I did, I’d put one of my most important friendships in jeopardy, let alone others if Howie and Chris find out. John Travolta’s bathroom pep talk from Pulp Fiction echoed in my head: “You’re gonna say goodnight, I had a very lovely evening, go home, jerk off, and that’s all you’re gonna do.” I thought that to myself probably ten times before I could catch my breath. We started the walk home, her dorm was along the way back to my place, probably about 10 minutes away. “Ha, leave it to Chris to get too drunk on Halloween. He’s been ranting about how hyped he was for it for weeks!” Victoria sparked up our usual rapport. “That guy has the worst luck. The costumes went over great though.” “I heard a bunch of people say they were the best ones there. You guys really pulled it off. The masks aren’t quite right though. You guys look like bandits, or guys at some 1800s gala. Their actual masks make them look like birds. Your masks are too cool.” “There are worse mistakes to make.” I responded, thinking about how badly I wanted to make a terrible mistake tonight. “Haha, true.” She responded with a laugh.

We made small talk the rest of the walk until we hit her dorm. Seeing her in her coat and not the dress brought me back down to earth, so I was determined to just wait outside the dorm while she changed, I was going to “go home, jerk off,” and that’s all I was gonna do. As she reached into her pocket to get the key to the building, she dropped it. “Dammit, I’m clumsy tonight. Must be the heels.”

She bent down again to get the keys, once again her dress rode up. The dark tightness peaked from beyond the jacket and I was quickly reminded of the glory of her legs in those fishnets. Holy shit. She got up quickly and rammed the key in the lock. “Hey, I never gave you back that book from Composition-“ I butted in quickly, “Oh, I’ll come up and grab it then.” Victoria smirked and nodded, as I screamed on the inside to be careful. Victoria lived on the third floor, part of me was already fantasizing about walking behind her up the stairs. Watching the dress gracefully cling to her body, which tonight I deemed perfect. As I turned toward the stairs she laughed and wandered toward the elevator, “You’d be crazy if you think I’m taking those stairs in these heels.” As we waited for the elevator to arrive, Victoria made another joke about Chris’s tolerance. I barely paid attention and she snapped in my face, “Hello? Are you drunk off your ass too?” She joked. “No, just a bit distracted.” The elevator doors swung open as I finished my response. As I walked in, I heard the sharp sound of heels on tile that could turn any man’s head. She came to a stop as the doors closed, “What in the world could be distracting you?” Victoria asked genuinely. “Ah, nothing. Just a lot on my mind.” I stared down at the tiles. The elevator began to move. “go home, jerk off, and that’s all you’re going to do.” Ding. We passed the second floor. I looked over as Victoria was taking off her jacket. As she pulled it off, she let a sigh out of her sensual red lips and her chest heaved. In the loud light of the elevator, I looked her over. The dress left nothing to the imagination, nothing about her outfit did - given how tight it was. Her porcelain skin against the reflective black leather stood in a contrast nearly as sharp as that of my conscience and desires. I looked at that bronze zipper tantalizing me from the curve of her breasts down to the top of her thigh. There was nothing in my life I wanted more than to pull it down. “Dammit to fucking hell,” I thought. Just as every woman desired when she got dressed up for Halloween, I was absolutely powerless to her. Ding. As I crossed through the elevator doors I knew I had crossed the point of no return. I was powerless to the dress.

As we walked to her room she put her jacket under her arm. Seeing that dress after it was covered by a jacket for 10 minutes felt like finding water after 10 hours in the desert. It was instinctual. She wiggled her key in the lock and it seemed to stick a bit. Five seconds felt like an eternity. The feelings that raged through me made me want to kick the door down. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. In one last grand finale I thought to myself that I shouldn’t do anything as she was a friend, but everything else coursing through me swept such a pathetic thought to the side. “Hmm… Okay, where did I leave that book. Was it here?” Victoria held out the last syllable as she bent over to the lowest bookshelf in the room. She was coy. She was cruel. She knew what she was doing to me. I suppose it was obvious. “No wait, maybe it’s here…” Victoria went to another shelf in my direct line of sight and bent over. Everything she said was to toy with me, my paranoia was well-founded. “Fuck that,” I thought.

I stomped over to Victoria, and pushed up the back of the dress in one fluid motion. I looked down at my best friend's ass, thinking about what I was doing, I slapped her ass hard, grabbing it. “Is this what you fucking want?” I let out in relief. “Huh? Why would you think that?” Victoria said coyly again. “Well, it’s sure as hell what I want.” I let the cliche out as I jammed my hand down the front of her silky black panties. My finger slipped in like nothing, she was so wet. She knew all along what she was doing.

“Mmm…” she let out in the same coy tone. Quickly I pull her up, and brought her up, face-to-face. 

Making eye contact felt so wrong. Her makeup remained rich, and my mask was still on, but we could both feel that it was wrong. I forced the front of her dress up, despite the dress’s tight protest and swiftly put my finger back in her. Victoria let out a squeak I had never heard from her, before plunging my tongue deeply into her mouth. I unleashed all the foreign sexual aggression through my finger as she moaned and gasped on it. She bit my lip hard as she felt she was getting close. Letting out a deep breath she bit my earlobe and commanded, “Now, you should have a taste.”

Immediately I pulled my shirt over my head and went to untie my mask. Victoria’s hand reached up and knocked my hand away from the mask: she wanted it on. We moved across the room to the bed as I traced her figure with my hand and she reached behind her grabbed my cock through my pants. She laid down, on the bed and I hurriedly got to my knees. I pushed the dress up further and slid her fishnet-clad legs over my shoulders. Slowly I kissed her milky white thighs from the top of the fishnets to her hips. As I reached her hips I got a familiar waft. This time, I could smell how wet she was in addition to the perfume and leather. I’ve always been a “ladies first” man in bed, and as a friend, I’m helpful and passive to Victoria, but this sure as hell isn’t the same. The scent of the dress brews a thought in my head, “if the dress drove me this mad, then I’ll let it all out on her.”

I let out a deep hot breath between her legs as my lips nearly touch hers. I can feel her squirm and moan lightly to herself. Abruptly I stand up and begin to undo my belt. “You’ve barely even had a taste.” Victoria says in a mocking tone. “On your knees,” I uncharacteristically command. “Lou?” Victoria says puzzled, believing she had complete control of me. She lets out a laugh “Sorry sweetie, I call the shots.” Maybe the dress brought out the inner dominatrix in her, but I’ve never had a woman protest in bed before.

“You may call the shots as a friend, but we’re definitely not fucking friends tonight.” 

My liquored up brain thought that was the most badass line despite the circumstances, but regardless it worked. Her interest piqued, Victoria quickly pulled off her heels and slowly moved to the ground. She raised an eyebrow at me as she lowered. “You can’t just wear a dress like that and expect to get away with it.” I growled at her from behind the mask. As soon as I said it, she savagely pulled down my pants and groped for my dick. Without a second of teasing, I heard her take a deep breath as she took my whole cock in her mouth. A combination of the euphoria I felt from Victoria and the hard buzz of tequila had me spilling out some dirty talk. The line that elicited the best response was probably when she had me in her mouth all the way down to the root and I told her “You’re such a fucking whore for making your friend do this.” I looked down at her, with her dark red lips wrapped tightly around my shaft. Her eyes lit up, looked up at me, and cheerfully let out an “Mhmm!” from around my cock.

Feeling as though I couldn’t let down the domination barrage anymore than the dress could let down its barrage on my senses, I grabbed her head and demanded, “lower.” With the same speed someone runs from a burning building, she pulled her lips off my cock and engulfed my balls in her mouth. As she licked and sucked on me, she pulled off of me briefly to catch her breath. “I bet you’ve always wanted to cum in my mouth, you pervert.” I grabbed her head again, and looked into her eyes as she panted out of her red lips to catch her breath. I shook my head and aggressively let out, “Nah, I’m a good friend, I wouldn’t toy with idea like that,” and forced her mouth back on my cock.

Everything about Victoria’s blowjob felt like something out of fiction. She maintained sultry eye contact and the color on her lips never seemed to come off. Ever since she said it, all I could think about was cumming in her mouth, then I remembered when she bent over at the party. Roughly, I pulled her off my cock and stood her up. “Changed your mind about going down on me?” She inquired. As much as I loved eating a girl out, I had to maintain a character. “Fuck no.” I shot back as I turned and bent her over her desk. I reached into my pocket for a condom, but remembered Victoria was on birth control. She used to complain about it to us sometimes. The fact that I came to such a revelation by simply knowing my friend well felt so dirty. I hiked her dress up and lined up my hips to get in her. As I was about to go in, she grabbed my dick and guided it - she was submitting.

Slowly and steadily I began pumping into her. The tequila buzz made me feel like I could last forever. I reached down and put my hand on her middle-back. I felt the soft leather at my finger tips. I thought of what the dress had done to me, the mistake it forced me to, how I felt like I was perpetually hard from the moment I saw it. As I thought about this I realized I had begun fucking Victoria hard and fast. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Victoria cried out, proving much louder in bed than I expected. I kept it up until it sounded like she had cum. She gasped for her air and turned over her shoulder and exasperatedly said, “Fuck you,” before pushing me out of her and subsequently pushing me to the ground. Only a couple feet from her bed, I was lying on my back before she straddled me and slowly started to work the zipper down the top of the dress with a smirk on her face. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” I called up to her. She responded, “You said I couldn’t wear this dress and expect to get away with it. Does that mean it’s my rules if the dress is off?”

Quickly I thought of a way to keep it on her. If that zipper was going to come down, it would be by my doing. I shot back up to my feet, lifting her off the ground in the process. For some reason it had stuck in my head once when we were all talking about sex drives that Victoria said “Well, every once in a while, you just need to get screwed up against a wall.” Remembering that with Victoria’s perfect ass resting on my hands, I rapidly turned and pushed her up against a tall dresser. She reached down for my cock, but I pushed her up higher, forcing the dress up in the process. I lowered her on my dick slowly as she clung to my shoulders. The dresser clanged loudly on the floor as we pushed against it. At one point, her neighbor banged on the door to deliberately tell us to quiet down. Through heavy breathing Victoria cursed her out. The dirty talk ceased as she was clearly too into it to think straight. We both began to sweat as we went harder and harder, her breasts hanging beautifully out of the half zipped dress while she came hard again. As she came down from the orgasm, she whimpered out “You win.” That only made me go harder as she moaned in exhaustion.

As soon as I felt like I had nothing left and I was ready to go, I lowered her from the wall and tossed her onto the nearby bed. I gave her a few pumps missionary, before pulling out and cumming all over the dress. In my final act of drunken bravado I told her “Remember this next time you think about wearing that dress." I collapsed on the bed next to her and we both caught our breath. Eventually she finished unzipping the dress before balling it up and throwing it on the floor. We laid there for another moment, me naked except for my “bandit mask” and Victoria only wearing her fishnets. Victoria broke the silence with a laugh, she turned to me, “We’re fucking drunk, aren’t we?” I laughed too. “Must be.”

I reached to pull my mask off, and she knocked my hand away again. “Just leave it on. If I see your face this could get weird.” I laughed. Whatever worked. We were talking as if we were friends again, so I figured I wouldn’t read into it. I went to say something, but she cut me off. “Maybe just leave too. This never happened.”

I smirked, “Sure. It didn’t,” she smiled too.

As I put my pants back on, I heard her let out a final moan loudly across the room as I exited, she muttered to herself “Tequila sure does make your clothes fall off.”

Awkwardly enough, we stayed strong and never so much as mentioned it to each other again. I know I feel like I got away with murder. Honestly, things weren’t that weird, things were as they were the day before, we both just stayed away from the tequila. There was a bit of chaos one day when I was helping her move out for the semester and found the dress, but that’s something different entirely. I guess just as women get away with their costumes, Victoria and I got away a lapse in judgment on Halloween. A terrific lapse in judgment that I still think about.