A Halloween Vixen's Evening Ball
 

A Halloween vixen is donning her mask
&nbsp&nbspA black-widow spider of sorts
Musing of how she will mete out her task
&nbsp&nbspAnd letting her plan run its course
A night full of torture, a feast of delight
&nbsp&nbspOf bondage, in webs she has made
An orgasmic feast for the spider all night
&nbsp&nbspAnd torture on him, whom she preyed
Her venom injected, but not in his vein
&nbsp&nbspAnd not from a bite, but desire:
The spider has teased him, and poisoned his brain
&nbsp&nbspBy keeping his passions afire

The Halloween vixen is tying some ropes
&nbsp&nbspA spider-web trapping of sorts
Occasional swats mixed with genital gropes
&nbsp&nbspAs wicked plans run through their course
Her prey has not climaxed for thirty-one days
&nbsp&nbspSince autumn leaves started to turn
Such beautiful flora ? October's bright blaze ?
&nbsp&nbspReminders of tormenting burn
A month of denial, engorgement, and pain
&nbsp&nbspEnsures that he won't be defiant
Her feminine wiles have poisoned his brain
&nbsp&nbspAnd made him exceedingly pliant

The Halloween vixen is grasping her whips
&nbsp&nbspSome spider-fang weapons of sorts
To redden the flesh down between his two hips
&nbsp&nbspAnd hear him cry out from the force
The naked man, bound and secured in her den
&nbsp&nbspCompletely unable to move
She starts with some moderate tapping, and then
&nbsp&nbspBegins to get into a groove
Each cry for relentment a pleasing refrain
&nbsp&nbspTo only inspire more thrashing
His need for a climax has poisoned his brain
&nbsp&nbspSo now he's enduring a lashing

The Halloween vixen is taunting her prey
&nbsp&nbspWith spidery language of sorts
The naked man daunted to hear the belle say
&nbsp&nbspHer plans for reversed intercourse:
"I'll be the thruster, you'll feel the filling,"
&nbsp&nbspShe coos as she scratches his nape,
"I hope that you'll love it ? but if you're unwilling,
&nbsp&nbspI guess you'll just have to get raped."
The thought brings a shudder; he wants to complain,
&nbsp&nbspTo beg not to roleplay a victim
But her gleeful enjoyment has poisoned his brain
&nbsp&nbspSo he must submit to her dictum

The Halloween gaziantep escort vixen is yoking her tool:
&nbsp&nbspA spiderly sex-change of sorts...
Her posture is confident, her smile is cruel
&nbsp&nbspThis rapist will feel no remorse!
She first stands before him, to study his face ?
&nbsp&nbspFilled with curious horror and dread ?
To relish his look of accepted disgrace,
&nbsp&nbsp(For he knows she will do what she said)
She takes a step closer, grabs hold of his mane
&nbsp&nbspInstructing him, "Baby, now suck it."
Her intimidation has poisoned his brain:
&nbsp&nbspHis mouth forms an 'O,' and she fucks it

The Halloween vixen is grabbing his hair:
&nbsp&nbspA mantis-like thrusting of sorts...
She was spurred on by his gasping for air
&nbsp&nbspAnd choking that sounded quite hoarse
"Now deep-throat it, baby! Yeah, take it all in!"

"Oh, baby, such skills!" as she mocks with a grin
&nbsp&nbsp"I wish I could shoot, make you swallow...
There's one little problem ? your lips are too plain
&nbsp&nbspCompared with my dildo, they're duller.
Let's see if some lipstick can poison your brain
&nbsp&nbspWhen I pick a suitable color."

The Halloween vixen is browsing her kit
&nbsp&nbspA spider's collection of sorts
Intending to pick out a near-perfect fit
&nbsp&nbspFrom Maybelline, Revlon, and more
She narrows it down to three luminous hues
&nbsp&nbspWith embarrassing brilliance and flair
She carries them over, and gives him the news:
&nbsp&nbsp"You now get to choose what you'll wear."
She makes him beg "please" for the color by name,
&nbsp&nbsp(Not just indicate a selection...)
This girly enactment has poisoned his brain
&nbsp&nbspAnd even begun an erection!

The Halloween vixen is coloring lips
&nbsp&nbspA spidery venom of sorts
And soon, once again, she is thrusting her hips
&nbsp&nbspAs though she were riding a horse
She thinks of how women have felt through the years
&nbsp&nbspPressured for oral delight
Their men unaware of discomfort, or tears
&nbsp&nbspSo, using his hair, pulls him tight
Each gag brings a giggle ? to her, it's a game ?
&nbsp&nbspShe revels in this role-reversal
The hatay escort feminization has poisoned his brain
&nbsp&nbspAnd this is just one mere rehearsal!

The Halloween vixen is lubing her gear,
&nbsp&nbspHer spider-like palpus of sorts
Musing of how she is hoping for tears,
&nbsp&nbspTo hear him get broken and hoarse
Her palms grope his ass-cheeks, he cannot resist
&nbsp&nbsp(Their lingering warmth seems to thrill her)
His hog-tied position: feet bound to his wrist,
&nbsp&nbspLike prey in the web of a killer
His helplessness causes her swagger to reign
&nbsp&nbspShe's keen to begin and deflower
His open exposure has poisoned his brain
&nbsp&nbspAnd forfeited all of the power

The Halloween vixen is thrusting her hips
&nbsp&nbspA spider-like mating of sorts
With coos of delight flowing out from her lips
&nbsp&nbspIn language so vulgar and coarse
"I know that you like it," she mocks with a grunt
&nbsp&nbsp"You cannot refuse ? I've not cum yet!
It's feeling so good, and I love your tight cunt,
&nbsp&nbsp Don't worry, I won't get you pregnant..."
These tired, old lines of seduction, his bane!
&nbsp&nbspUnaccustomed to hearing them spoken
The date-rape reversal has poisoned his brain
&nbsp&nbspUntil he is tearful and broken

The Halloween vixen is doffing her vibe
&nbsp&nbspHer spider-like tendril of sorts
Prepared to commence on a new kind of ride
&nbsp&nbspA jaunt he won't want to abort
She's relished his whimpers and savored his breaking,

But now she is ready to feel herself quaking
&nbsp&nbspFrom this vulva-pleasuring boy
Removing her panties (with now-glist'ning stain)
&nbsp&nbspShe gives him a glimpse of her coral
The scent of her womanhood poisons his brain
&nbsp&nbspCompelling his service with oral

The Halloween vixen is smothering his mind
&nbsp&nbspA spider-like pouncing of sorts
He fancies the taste, but it's taxing to find
&nbsp&nbspAn available oxygen source
Her wet streams of rapturous orgasms pour:
&nbsp&nbspAt least six, with nary a bad one ?
But each time she shudders, it does underscore
&nbsp&nbspHow long it has been since he's had one!
He wonders, while tasting hatay escort the honey-drenched rain,
&nbsp&nbspWill she take a ride on his member?
Or will ? and this horror-thought poisons his brain ?
&nbsp&nbspHis denial stretch into November?

The Halloween vixen is ending her feeding
&nbsp&nbspA spider-like mealtime of sorts
(Though somewhat reversed, in that he did the eating
&nbsp&nbspBut she was fulfilled by the course)
Her demeanor has softened, he can't help but think
&nbsp&nbspHe is near to his long-craved release
But each time her hands bring him close to the brink
&nbsp&nbspThe strokes on his genitals cease!
So deftly engorging and waxing his pain ?
&nbsp&nbspAnd using her words for more egging:
Sardonic "Poor baby's" have poisoned his brain
&nbsp&nbspUntil he is groveling, begging

The Halloween vixen is baring her chest
&nbsp&nbspA spider-like tempting of sorts
Each button unbuttoned revealing more breast:
&nbsp&nbspA manifest femme fatale force
"Would you like to shoot? Get ten seconds of bliss?
&nbsp&nbspHow badly do you think you need it?
I'll grant you release, but promise me this:
&nbsp&nbspThat when you are finished, you'll eat it."
Reluctant assent, for he needs to be drained
&nbsp&nbspIt's fruitless to keep on resisting
Her too-knowing smile then poisons his brain,
&nbsp&nbspTurned on by her stubborn insisting

The Halloween vixen is mounting her prey
&nbsp&nbspA spider-like suction of sorts
Ready to feel how effective the sway
&nbsp&nbspOf her spread-open siphoning doors
She lowers it slowly, her warm, fleshy sheath ?

He's sure to explode all his thirty-day load
&nbsp&nbspAs soon as his penis is in it.
With eye-contact made, it reduces his strain
&nbsp&nbspAs her hips begin rhythmic action
Her facial expressions send jolts to his brain,
&nbsp&nbspBeginning the semen extraction

The Halloween vixen is purring a sigh
&nbsp&nbspA black-cat contentment of sorts
They climaxed together, and now, satisfied
&nbsp&nbspShe's holding his warm smorgasbord
There's no turning back from his bargain, and so
&nbsp&nbspHe has to devour the paste
She tells him, "This won't be the last time, you know..."
&nbsp&nbspAnd hobbles up close to his face
Her unpinching fingers massage as she drains
&nbsp&nbspHis pungent payload from her goblet
And though all the poison is gone from his brain,
&nbsp&nbspHe still has to savor each droplet!