Dressed scantily in white, my skin an ivory beige, lips of pink, and glitter hi-lighting my face and cleavage, wearing white glitter wings and a soft wispy halo. My costume this Halloween eve suggested a divine calling, though this superficial cover hid my alter-ego... a demon, a temptress, and a very Naughty Mommy.

          Groups of children came to the door dressed as assorted characters, many parents stood at the foot of the walkway and their costumes were the ones that caught my attention. Superman in his tights, a sumo wrestler, a pirate, etc... The one who catches my attention is the DILF in casual jeans, a long-sleeve grey shirt, holding a beer, and the clincher was these red sparkling devil horns atop his head. I passed a large handful of candy to the child in front of me, my eyes locked on the dad. I heard a 'thank you' and the DILF said 'Thank you my lovely angel." A deep husky voice, haunting me only as a demon could.

          The rest of the night was haunted with the thought of him, this naughty fellow walking his child around these suburban streets. As the trick-or-treaters dwindled away to nothing, I grabbed a glass of red wine and settled in to watch TV. After a half-hour of quiet, the ringing of the doorbell startled me. I blushed realizing I was still in costume, but answered the door anyway.

          The porch was dark so when the door opened I was surprised to see the horned demon DILF smiled wickedly at me. The heat hit me in an instant, starting from my insides and radiating outward. I stepped back to open the door and allow him to enter when I stumbled slightly and my glass of wine slipped and spilled down my white top. He stepped in and reached to take the wine glass from me only to set in on a small table in my foyer. He bent forward taking a fold of my shirt into his hand, he opened his mouth and sucked on the wine stain. This small gesture and the knowledge of how close his mouth was to my skin was invigorating. I slipped my hand around the back of his head, sliding my fingers through his hair and then making a fist out of this tangle of brown curls. I pulled his head back so that our eyes could lock. I leaned down to instigate a deep passionate kiss. His face smelled slightly of baby shampoo and his lips were salty and sweet like a chocolate dipped pretzel. He started to stand but I quickly stopped him. Instead I stood up straight and moved one of my legs over his shoulder. My legs separated to reveal that I was not wearing anything under my skirt. My patch trimmed to small neat brown curls, my lips parted to invite him, and the heat of his breath on me moved me into my first clitoral orgasm.

          My hand stilled fisted in his hair moved his face towards my pussy. He forcefully moved his tongue to taste me and to tease my swollen clit. His tongue suddenly fucking me, amazingly long and strong moving in and out of me bringing me quickly to another orgasm. As I moaned and throbbed in the pleasure, I pulled his head up to me. As I kissed him I pushed him back onto the foyer table. He rested his ass on it and I climbed on top of him resting my knees on both side of him to support myself.  Her reached a hand between my legs and I gasped before I realized he was unbuttoning his pants, his grin once again longingly devious. Quickly he moved his hips towards me and entered me with his thick hard cock. The fit was tight and uncomfortable in an amazing way. The friction drove me quickly into another orgasm and I could feel my heat loosening the muscles clamped on him.

          He started to move himself firmly into me over and over... the beauty was in the angel wings that I wore seemed to flap against my back as if I was trying to land on this handsome man. The glitter from my halo and wings seemed to shower down on us as he gave his last few thrusts to meet his orgasm. My knees, creased from the table edge, lowered to the floor, trapping his haft between my lips. I kissed him deeply and grabbed his hand... his wedding band cold and hard against my warm skin.

          He fixed his pants and his mussed hair and I closed the door behind him.

         The demonic encounter left me raw and ravaged... and filled my head with lovely filth  And the only angelic quality of me was sleeping in just what God gave me... nothing.