• Title: Halloween Party: Right costume, wrong guy
• Premise: Girl gets fucked in public by guy impersonating her boyfriend
• Tags: [MF] [Noncon] [Male Dom] [Male POV] [First Person] [Exhibitionism]
• Note: Feel free to give me your feedback, I would like to improve on my writing skill and speed.

As midnight closes in, I am just sitting back in one corner watching the colourful mass of party-goers mingling around while the party is approaching its peak. I mumble my thanks when the server put a second mug of beer on my table, although I'm sure he can't hear me either. My head and body can feel the pounding from the music blasting from the speakers at intense volume - I am not far away from the performance stage after all. Sure, I don't understand the foreign language, but the vibe and party mood is universal.

Officially it is illegal to smoke weed in public, but the local police in this stretch of the road are closing one eye on the fact that quite a number of us smoke joints at the public drinking tables. The tourists are happy, the bars are making money, the food stalls are making money, the police get their cut, everyone stays happy. I will never be able to see this kind of chaos in any mass parties in my own country. On almost every night of each year, this place is traditionally a place for tourists to party like wild - behavior which would be frowned on polite circles in other parts of the city.

This is my last night as a tourist in this country, and I am leaving for home tomorrow morning. It also happens to be Halloween night, so the party is more boisterous than ever. All kinds of people of all sizes and shapes, from Westerners to Asians, are either walking up and down the street or sitting around the drinking tables with touts in front trying to drag more prospective customers in. Many tourists and touts are wearing their costumes for the atmospheric fun.

I nod to the music and ponder how the guy walking towards the exit can fit in that dirty-brown centaur costume, when something else distracts me. Two people dressed in black approaches my table. The raven-haired woman, wow. She is gorgeous in that goth make-up. That charming smile on her porcelain-looking face, looking no more than in her mid-twenties, a fair skin that almost seem to glow in the darkness of the night. This is a contrast with her black dress and black lipstick. Notice I did not describe her costume, partly because I have no idea what fictional character is she cosplaying with that tiny fairy-like black dress of hers, and partly because it shows off her curves, milky cleavage and a strong pair of thighs, mesmerizing me with that sight. The short skirt billows around, almost threatening to flip her dress up as the bar's fan blows in her direction. I wonder if she's wearing panties underneath? Oh wait yes, as for her companion on the other hand, this person is about my size and I recognize that is just some silly ghostface costume, and it didn't take a few seconds for the mask to be taken off to show a guy clearly shit-faced.

Both of them are in a jovial mood, sitting down on the table next to mine, ignoring me. They order another mug each as the boyfriend, who I shall call Sam because his looks reminds me of some random guy, cuddles with that pretty little thing next to him. I will call the girl Stella, name of that ex-girlfriend who ditches me and thus making me go on this holiday trip alone. From their chats, it is clear they are fellow tourists who just had a few rounds of drinking in other bars before arriving to this one. As I finish up my second mug, it seems Stella is trying to get Sam to sober up, while I am still discreetly paying my attention on her jiggling half globes as she moves to shake Sam. Oh, if only in the past few nights I could find a prostitute that can help relieve my boredom. But these days you can't find a decent-looking chick in the blowjob bars and massage parlours for a price cheaper than a night in a four-star hotel. Damn inflation.

Sam excuses himself after paying for that last pint, presumably for a toilet break, while Stella remain on her seat waiting for him to return. As young women of her generation does, she focuses on her phone while for guys of my generation I focus on her smooth skin that excuse of a dress exposes, all the time wondering the shape of her nipples and how she sounds like in bed. Still, I eventually have my fill of this party - So off to the toilet for me too.

So it is quite a surprise when I see an unconscious Sam lying on a bench next to the toilet exit with closed eyes. I can recognize the idiot because his black costume with the ghostface mask is on the ground... I put on that costume and the mask, now looking like Sam himself. Not sure what comes over me at this instance. Did I want to make sure Stella doesn't stay lonely or I am just being naughty pranking her? The answer is yes.

So back to Stella: She is still at the table when I put one hand around her smallish waist and begin feeling her thighs up without saying anything. She giggles in return and lean towards me.

"See you at the Palace Peak, catch me if you can!" she calls out into my ear amidst the deafening music, before laughing and squeezing my crotch, almost making me jump in surprise. She heads off towards the center of the road and in the direction of the tallest building here, and that makes it clear what's going on.

That building is The Palace, a shopping center that's closed for the night, while the rooftop of the building is given the nickname Palace Peak. It has been a notorious spot known among tourists for some folks to engage in public sex as they watch any noisy commotion below. It used to happen so often that nowadays it is an unofficial attraction where people need to pay the security guard for a timeslot to go up there. And apparently either Sam or Stella is booking that.

Wondering if I'm digging myself deeper into trouble, I follow after her. She stares back with a lascivious look on her face, before turning back to the guard at the building and motions in my direction. Before long, we are given the key to the elevator and are on our way up to the rooftop.

Well, the rooftop is pretty void of any furnishings, with the exception of empty bottles and drink cans strewn around. The edges are surrounded by old concrete barriers with metal handle bars at the top, all to prevent some drunken person from tipping over and killing oneself from a fall. Maybe someone down on the road can barely see a female torso bobbing forward and back if she's busy getting railed from behind, which the anticipation of that is making me even hornier. The music blasting from the stage still remains as loud as ever that I barely hear Stella's "You're in for a show" line.

She took a few steps back towards the edge, still facing me; she gives off that sweet enchanting smile and slowly sheds her costume. One by one, my earlier questions regarding her gets answered. Indeed she's not wearing a bra. Her nipples are large and puffy. Her costume doesn't lie - She does have a tight body and ass. Also yes, she is wearing a pair of pink panties. Finally, she's shaved. That last part springs life into my cock.

I guess the combined effects of weed and alcohol is making me do something stupid, either I am putting a pin on this now or it is getting more mean-spirited towards her moment by moment.

Careful not to reveal my identity, I pull off the bottom half of the black costume, leaving just the hoodie and the mask on and showing my pants without saying a single word. I expect her to react badly - This is the moment I believe she realizes I'm actually a stranger and it is time for me to fling off the costume and run off laughing.

To my amazement, Stella just squats down and unzips my pants, pulling it off together with my underwear, so that my half-erect cock springs out. Let's see how far she would go before she calls bullshit on this. Apparently she's too high, drunk, or both to notice something is very wrong, as she takes my cock in her mouth and begin sucking like as if I'm Sam.

I do what my penis tells me to do: I just stand there and do my best to groan inaudibly. I relax and enjoy her servicing, caressing her hair while she works hard to bring my tool into a fully hard and erect status. By then I am breathing hard and staring down at her beautiful face with unrestrained lust. Girls of her caliber don't come cheap, not even in this country. I simply can't believe my good fortune. This has gone too far by now, I simply need to have her. I reach down grab her shoulders with a grunt and turn her towards the barrier. Knowing what I want to do, she obediently puts her hands on the bars, and looks back at me as her thrusts her hips out in my direction, and I observe her cute little pussy glisten in the dark.

My fingers begin their work across her body, as my hard cock slides forward and backwards on the entrance to her pussy, ensuring both of us stay stimulated. Stella moans softly herself and her head slightly leans forward to stare at the ongoing procession below while I enjoy the sensation and her reactions from having my hands on her sensitive breasts and nipples. I can hear her loud gasp more clearly when I find her clit and press down on it.

"Put it in me..." is her request, and I don't need to be asked twice.

I grab her hips and slip my cock into her now-wet pussy and begin slowly thrusting in and out. The grip of that tight young pussy! My mouth gapes open and I am perving over how she's hanging on to the handle bars as she arches and shows off the curves on her back. Combined with the excitement of doing this out in the open, this might probably be one of the best screws of my life.

We are both moaning in rhythm and getting into the spirit of Halloween sex, and just when I am planning to kick it up one gear, the phone rings. The ringtone indicates that's her phone, and she looks down at the glowing phone's screen display next to her on the floor.

"What the fuck, who..." Stella's head turns back to me. It took us both a couple seconds before we realize what just happened. Sam is probably calling her and so she now knows I am not Sam.

Stella cries out and begins bucking her hips away, but I hold her firmly and back into place and push my cock deep inside of her. I lean my head forward so she's in earshot and begin speaking to her for the first time.

"Stay put, Stella. I know you so wanted me, your pussy is so wet!" I grunt and vent all my verbal frustrations about my ex-girlfriend onto her.

"Somebody help!" Stella begins screaming out to the crowd below. I am pretty sure the loud music and partying noises drown out all the screaming she can make. To be safe though, I cover her mouth with one hand.

"You would be safer not screaming darling, or I am going to throw your clothes down and you can run naked on the streets," I gloat to her and emphasizing my threat with my next few thrusts being rough and fast. The muffling sounds around my palm slowly subside. And thus I resume fucking her from behind at a more regular pace.

Stella just remain as she is, her hands gripping the handle bars but this time staying silent and refusing to offer me any moans and thus refusing to encourage me that she really enjoys it. Sobbing sounds ensue and I can almost imagine Stella's tears flowing and beginning to streak her goth make-up. I chuckle and my pace gradually increases. She still stubbornly refuses to acknowledge her pleasure at this time, but from her hard breathing that I know she's feeling it.

"Stop denying it," I laugh and do a reach around, pressing down on her clit and begin rubbing it hard.

And that's enough to trigger Stella, her head hangs down as she cries, the sensations pushing her over the edge. Her pussy spasms around my cock and I love how her juices drenches my cock. Very soon I too begin to stride towards the end.

"You slut! You love getting fucked in public! You love strangers fucking you! People are watching and you love it!" All pretenses of politeness are gone as I ensure Stella enjoys every moment of how I rub her clit while she cannot refuse to listen to all the mind-numbing obscenities I am belting straight to her ears.

"No... Don't look... Don't..." I know she's both sobbing and moaning, making her helpless protests and at the same time receptive to the good fucking I am delivering to her. I barely notice her drops of tears landing on the dusty floor since her ecstatic moans are becoming more audible. And so it is time to bring my thrusts to a finishing sprint.

A dozen more strokes and I throw back my head as I finally cry with joy. From how her body trembles yet again, Stella herself might be enjoying her second climax. My hands are clutching her hips tight while my pulsing cock floods her pussy with my seed. No prostitutes ever allow me to fuck them without a condom, and it feels so satisfying doing this for the first time to someone as hot as Stella. I don't even know her real name, nor do I have to pay her anything, not even a tip. Panting hard, I break into my own giggles as the relaxation of the afterglow of sex came over me.

The poor girl slumps on the ground with her eyes closed in both her defeat and the satisfaction from her orgasms.

I still know what I have to do next. I dress up again. As much as I want to give Stella a lasting prank by taking away her clothes, I did promise I won't take them away if she behaves, and she's indeed obedient and somewhat sweet when I banged her. I take her panties for keeps instead and leave the elevator key with her - She's the one who book the timing after all. I check my surroundings on the way down. The coast is clear, the boyfriend is nowhere to be seen and even the guard is missing, probably engrossed with some drunk dancing guy who's doing his own striptease on top of a table. I stealthily drop the remaining ghostface mask and hoodie into the rubbish bin, blend in with the crowd before making my getaway, leaving this wonderful place of debauchery behind.