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Introduction:

A high school girl goes to a frat party on Halloween to meet her much older date.

The music was pounding, the frat house near to bursting, the scents of alcohol and arousal heavy in the Halloween air. I'd arrived a little bit early, which had been a mistake, only giving the butterflies in my stomach more time to multiply as I waited for my date. To make matters worse, the Jello shots, which I'd never tried before but I'd hoped would steady my nerves, hadn't done the trick. Now I was anxious and tipsy, rather than just anxious, which was hardly an improvement. I glanced over the dance floor for only about the thousandth time, and finally I saw him—my devil!

My God! He was so, so sexy, in his elegant black slacks and shoes, blood-red silk shirt and black tie, his red half-mask and horns hiding all but his kissable mouth, bright blue eyes, and salt-and-pepper black hair. He was more than twice my age, an engineer and an alumnus of this frat, which is why I'd chosen this party for our first date, knowing he'd be able to get in. Well, that and their reputation for not turning away high school girls at the door, as long as we were hot enough to fit in! My best friend Julie and I definitely fit the bill, having gotten ready over at her place tonight so my dad wouldn't see what I was wearing. She was around here someplace, I was sure, dressed as slutty-Cleopatra, but I hadn't seen her again since Thor, god of Steroids had taken her upstairs. My devil's searching eyes finally met mine, his lips turning upwards into a seductive grin as he stalked towards me through the crowd.

It had been a little over two months since I'd first seen his photo on that dating site. I'd just been scrolling through on a fake profile as a lark, not really planning on meeting anyone and just curious what it was like, but he'd taken my breath away the moment I saw him. I'd quickly filled in the rest of my information, calling myself Angel and carefully cropping my eyes out of the sexy photo I uploaded, then sent him a message. We'd been chatting, flirting, trading photos and sexting ever since, but tonight was the first time we'd actually be meeting in person. My heart was thumping about a million beats a minute, my hands nervously smoothing at my hips. I knew I looked good—I'd dressed to follow my chosen name, with fluffy white angel wings on my back, my long, wavy blonde hair artfully concealing the support for the shiny golden halo over my head, and a pretty white sparkly domino mask hiding the top half of my face. My full, firm C-cups didn't need a bra, and I wasn't wearing one, just my tiny, transparent white babydoll, with just barely enough opaque white lace to cover the most important bits of my breasts. I'd really gone all out with the accessories, too; a white garter belt accentuating my slender little waist and sexy, flared hips, its tiny, tight straps supporting sheer white thigh-high stockings, with my four-inch white heels borrowed from Julie's mom, and the tiniest, laciest little white thong I'd ever seen in my life! It was a good thing I'd waxed earlier that afternoon, because if I hadn't the whole room would have been able to tell! I'd never felt so nervous and exposed, dressing so slutty, in a way that was so completely out of character for me. But I'd wanted to look my absolute best for my amazing, sexy devil! Needless to say I'd been turning down offers to drink or dance ever since I arrived, but finally my devil was here!

He stepped up to me, taking my hand in his, his other hand tilting up my chin, staring deeply into my eyes. He was still more than six inches taller than me, even in my heels, which I absolutely loved! Our first kiss—my first kiss ever!—was soft, slow, and perfect, everything I'd ever dreamed. I'm about ninety percent certain my heart stopped entirely until it was done!

“Do you want to dance?” he asked. At least, I think that was what he said. The music was far too loud to make out actual conversation, but between the movement of his lips and his gesture towards the dance floor, I was pretty sure. I nodded and let him guide me out. There wasn't much room to actually dance, but that was just fine by me; it gave me the excuse to stay nice and close, 'accidentally' letting my nipples brush against his chest. Song after song we danced, long into the night, never moving from our spot. I loved his hands on me; at my waist, my hip, eventually even my ass. By that point I was no longer 'accidentally' doing anything—I was plastered tightly to his chest, ravenously making out. I'd been waiting for this so long! I moaned eagerly into his lips as he finally reached in under my babydoll, the fingers of both hands digging deeply into the flesh of my pert little rear. I knew people were staring, but I didn't care anymore! I would let him do anything he wanted to me, anything at all!

He lifted me by my ass, making me squeak like a scared little mouse in surprise! I wrapped my legs and arms around him to hang on as he carried me through the room, and I had to move to sucking on his neck so he'd be able to see. I swear, even over the thumping music I could hear the drunken, laughing cheers from the frat boys as we passed! He took me upstairs, trying door after door until he found a room that was open, stepping inside and locking it behind us. He set me down carefully next to the bed, cautious of the way I was wobbling on my heels. I resumed our kiss and went straight for his belt, blindly fumbling until I was finally able to hold him in my hands, gasping down in awe at what I saw. He'd sent me pictures, but holding those amazing, thick nine inches in my hands for the first time was something else entirely! I sat heavily onto the bed, pulling him closer, taking him into my mouth as he removed his tie and undid his shirt. God, I could hardly even make him fit! How on earth did the girls in porn make this look so easy? He moaned happily nevertheless, closing his eyes under his mask and encouragingly stroking his fingers through my hair, but he didn't let me play for very long. Soon he was pulling me up again, sharing another kiss, fondling my ass and my breast, before turning me around by my hips, pushing me to my hands and knees on the bed.

He knelt behind me, pulling my thong down to the top of my stockings—as far as it would go, without undoing my straps. His kisses were so soft and gentle, back and forth across the curves of my small, round little butt, slowly, slowly dropping lower. I could hardly wait, my eyes fluttering closed already, but I never could have believed how good it felt when he finally reached my clit! I moaned and trembled, instinctively lowering my chest to the bed, spreading my legs as much as I was able with the restriction of my tiny little thong around my thighs. He grabbed my ass again, nice and hard, even more than he'd been doing on the dance floor downstairs, squeezing and kneading as he travelled my lips with his tongue. God, I'd never felt anything like it! I'd told him I was a virgin, that I'd never done anything at all with a boy before, and he'd promised me an experience beyond anything I'd ever even imagined! I'd wanted to believe... but a large part of me had been certain he must have been bragging. Not so! And as he started moving lower again, started swirling the tip of his tongue faster and faster around my exposed little button, the pressure and power building within me...

I squealed and bit the blanket, only his tight grip on my ass keeping me from thrashing myself right up out of the bed and onto the floor as I came! He backed off just a little, carrying me through the aftershocks, until I was finally able to regain enough control of myself to roll onto my back. I bit my lip, staring deeply into his eyes through his mask and lifting my legs, and that was all the invitation he needed. He started slowly undoing my garter straps, softly kissing the sensitive backs of my thighs. I purred in pleasure and anticipation, hungrily licking my lips as he was finally able to free me from my thong. He crawled up into the bed with me, lifting me effortlessly, turning me and positioning me just how he wanted me. My babydoll wouldn't come off with removing my wings first, but he pushed it all the way up, baring me completely, bending down to kiss my breast. I moaned, trembling, stroking my fingers through his hair as he sucked, nibbled and played, first one side then the other. He came up for air only briefly before kissing me again, deeply and passionately, and didn't stop for a moment even as he guided himself into place and began to press.

Admittedly, the quality of my kisses may have faltered a bit after that. But I was still trying my best, and he seemed to be enjoying them even if they were more gasping and moaning now than a proper kiss. He was just so big! It seemed to be taking forever, and oh, how I wanted him to just do it already! But I knew he was only being so careful because of how much he cared, and of the two of us he clearly knew what he was doing better than me, so I had no choice but to trust. It sure wasn't easy, though! Not easy at all! I almost cried with relief once he was finally able to get it in! He chuckled softly at my reaction, making me blush, but he reassuringly stroked my cheek, kissing me harder, and gently started to thrust.

It still took longer than I'd expected it to, but it was way easier than that first bit had been, that was for sure! Plus, there were a few really, really good stops along the way, as he was working himself deeper. He made me cum again when he was only about half way inside, and if anything, this one was even more intense than the last! It felt totally different, too, like it was happening way deeper inside of me somehow, compared to what I was used to. In retrospect that was exactly what was happening, of course, but in the moment that much rational thought was completely beyond me; pretty much all I was still able to do was moan and clutch at his back under his shirt!

I thought I was doing pretty good until the last inch and a half or so, but then it started getting really hard again. He backed off a little, and I could tell he was planning to just stop at that depth, but I'd be damned if I was going to get this far and not finish taking the rest! So what was a girl to do? I grabbed his ass, so hot, firm, and round in my hands, and started yanking him deeper on every thrust! I don't think he could quite believe what I was doing at first, but when he lifted his head enough he could look into my eyes again, whatever he saw there made him smile. And from that point on he was eagerly on board, patiently driving onward until I'd taken every last bit, grinding down hard against my pussy as I clenched around his cock! God, he was incredible! I felt so full, and tight! Then he started thrusting again, harder and harder, now that he knew I could take it. My next orgasm came completely out of nowhere. I guess because my brain had just caught up and realized what I was in for, maybe? Whatever the reason, I went from a relatively soft, enjoyable plateau to full orgasmic panic in about five seconds flat, clutching and clawing at his back, feet kicking desperately in the air, and not even the pounding of the music downstairs could drown out my scream! I gradually came down from it, and this time I really was crying; huge, hot tears of rapturous joy! He cuddled me and kissed them from my cheeks, never quite stopping his thrusting, as he started slowly building me up to another.

That was pretty much just my life, from that point on. He'd make me cum, I'd scream and shake, he'd cuddle and kiss me to a slightly higher plateau than I'd been at before. Over and over he did it to me, the time between orgasms growing shorter and shorter until I could hardly even tell where one stopped and the next began. I'd heard of girls being able to have multiple orgasms before, but after I made myself cum I was usually too tired and satisfied to even try—this was just ridiculous! But finally the end was drawing near, I could tell; there was a certain hitch in his thrust, a certain tension in the muscles of his neck. He leaned back again, looking me in my eyes, and I nodded, licking my lips, wordlessly telling him I was sure. It was only another few seconds, and suddenly the world was going blank! It tore through me, ripping me to pieces, ten times stronger than any he'd given me so far as I felt that incredible molten heat bursting within me, filling me up! Thank God I had gotten myself on birth control, so I could experience this moment in its entirety, and hadn't needed him to pull out!

He collapsed panting against my neck as he finished, barely having the strength left to roll us over onto his back. I snuggled tightly to his chest, his heartbeat loud and fast in my ear, clutching at his sides, never wanting to leave him.

“I think I bent your halo,” he said, gently stroking it with a finger, the first words he'd spoken to me that I'd clearly been able to hear. And once I'd gotten myself back together enough to start understanding English again, and parse the double entendre of what he'd said, I started to laugh. Oh, he'd done more than just bent it, alright! It was tarnished beyond repair, and I'd never been happier!

“So, what do you say, beautiful?” he asked as my laughter finally petered out, softly stroking my hair and back. “Do I finally get to see your face, and know your real name, now?”

I nervously bit my lip, but everything had been leading to this very moment. I pushed myself up a little, nodding silently, reaching to remove his first. He was so handsome, and I needed to see all of him! I let him be the one to unfasten mine, taking a deep breath to steady myself for what I knew was about to happen.

“Mia?” he gasped, eyes wide with shock.

“Hi, Daddy,” I said, smiling uncertainly, my own father's still-hard cock buried fully inside of me as I spoke, his hot, incestuous seed oozing slowly deeper into my womb.

“But... but how? Why?” he asked in disbelief, slowly shaking his head.

“Because I knew it was the only way I could ever make you say yes,” I confessed, lowering myself to his chest once again, nuzzling and clutching him tight, unable to meet that look of betrayal in his eyes. “I love you, Daddy! I love you so much! When I saw your picture on that website, when I saw you were finally ready to start dating again, after Mom...” I trailed off, even now unable to say out loud that she was dead. “I just couldn't, Daddy! I couldn't let someone else have you! I've been dreaming about this for so long... I needed to have you for my own!”

“Oh, God, baby...” he said, holding me tight, clearly unsure what to think, how to feel.

“I never lied, Daddy,” I told him softly. “All this time, talking online. I didn't tell you everything, didn't tell you who I was... but I never once lied, I was careful about that. Only about my name, and I told you right away Angel was a nickname, not my real one. The girl you've been talking to, the girl you've been flirting with, and trading sexy pictures with... The girl you've been starting to fall in love with, Daddy. It's me. It's really, really me. It's always been me. I... I am sorry about making you come to this party, Daddy, rather than letting you take me on a proper date first, like you asked. I just... I knew the only way I even had a chance was if I found a way to make you do me before you knew who I really was, and using Halloween masks like this was the only way I could come up with to do it. But I'm sorry, Daddy, for not finding a way to do it better.”

We laid there in each other's arms for what seemed like forever. Which was a better outcome than it could have been, I suppose, but it was still stressful as hell, waiting for him to say something more!

“You really are sure about this, aren't you, Mia?” he asked, so quietly I almost couldn't hear him over the music. “More than two months talking online... it's not like this is some whim, and you're going to come to your senses in the morning.”

I lifted myself up again, staring deeply into his gorgeous blue eyes. “Daddy, I have never been more sure about anything in my entire life! I want to be with you, Daddy! I want to be your girlfriend. I want to be your wife!”

“Well, I think we may hit a stumbling block there, whatever you may want!” he chuckled, and I smiled bashfully.

“You know what I mean, Daddy. I don't care if it's legal or not—I just love you! I'm in love with you! I want to be with you, forever!”

He sighed, softly stroking his fingers through my hair. “God help me, Mia... I want that too!”

“You do?” I gasped, my heart suddenly doing somersaults.

“You were right, baby... I have been falling in love with you,” he sighed. “More than I even realized, it seems. This is a terrible idea, I know it's a terrible idea... but no matter how long I lay here telling myself that, I just can't seem to make myself care!”

“Oh, Daddy!” I squealed, throwing myself back down to his chest, kissing my way back and forth, giant tears of joy once again cascading down my cheeks.

“Now, now, none of that, sweetie, none of that!” he chuckled, stroking away my tears with his thumbs, a huge, loving smile on his face. “We still have to get out of here and back home, remember? And between your screams earlier and now your tears, we're going to have half the frat convinced I've been trying to murder you up here!”

“Sorry, Daddy,” I giggled, but I still couldn't stop the tears. He rolled us back over again, softened enough now that he fell out in the process, then he stood and pulled me to my feet. We were a hell of a mess, me more than him, but we stole a box of tissues from beside the bed and started cleaning up. And given what I'd done to that bed, Daddy wrote a note, 'Sorry about her mess!', and tucked it along with a twenty from his wallet into the guy's running shoe under his desk. We got ourselves more or less put back together, although my halo really was noticeably crooked now, and headed down and out to his truck. Julie already knew I was expecting to catch another ride back home, so I knew she wouldn't worry, though of course she didn't know with whom.

Daddy took me straight up into his room when we arrived, stripping us both and pinching my butt to drive me squealing and giggling into his bathroom to get properly cleaned up. He even went to go get my toothbrush for me, from the hallway bathroom. It was such a small thing, but it almost made me cry again, knowing how it meant I would be sharing with him from now on. We did it again in the shower, with Daddy squishing my boobs tight up against the tile, grabbing my hips and pounding me hard and fast from behind as I squealed my pleasure, twisting to kiss him over my shoulder. Only this time I asked him to pull out and cum in my mouth, instead, since I hadn't gotten a chance to taste him yet. He was surprised, but happily did as I'd asked, his hot, gooey mess feeling incredible as I swallowed it down into my belly! It tasted pretty good, too, way better than I was expecting from everything the girls at school said, though I did need to get out of the shower and have a glass of water after, just from the saltiness. Daddy turned off the water and we dried each other off, a process that took easily twice as long as it should have with all the playing and pinching involved, then we crawled into bed together. Daddy snuggled tightly up against me from behind, his heavy, soft cock laying comfortably along the cleft of my ass, his arm wrapped around me and possessively clutching my breast.

“Love you, Daddy!” I purred sleepily, turning my head to softly kiss his biceps before settling my head down against his arm.

“Love you, Mia-Ma-Bia,” he said, softly kissing the back of my neck, making me giggle at his use of my pet name from when I'd been little.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Just so you know... if you wake up before me tomorrow, you can totally start doing me while I'm still asleep, if you want,” I yawned, snuggling happily in his embrace. “As long as I'm not on my period, you can do me any time you like. You don't even have to ask!”

“I will definitely keep that in mind!” he laughed, squeezing me tight. “Love you, baby.”

“Love you,” I repeated, and I was feeling so safe, warm, satisfied and loved, I was out like a light.

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