Raw Porn - One Shots.

Summary

The warm scent of apple cider and pumpkin spice greets her, along with the erotic aroma of a hundred dancing bodies. Pulsing wildly under the gleaming lights, no one is quite an individual here, and no one is an outsider. From strappy leather outfits to military uniforms to shimmering lace, to the most modest women with the most mischievous eyes, everyone is represented here, because everyone represents themselves.

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Written for "HALLOWEEN 2025"

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# spooky

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# hypnotized

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# Halloween

# Costume party

# unrealistic

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# magical

# erotic coupling

# Dom man

# sub woman

# man x woman

# unbelievable

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Lavender Woman.

This year has been terrible, and it's not even done yet. Normally, Jimmi loves Halloween. The way the leaves change colors and fall, the pumpkins set out on door steps, and then, on Halloween, the chance to put on a mask and just for a moment, she can be anything. She can be a superhero. She can be a fox. She can be anything. She can be everything slutty too as it's Halloween!

But she can't be Shawn's.

She's given up on that dream by now. At least, she's given up thinking it'll ever happen. She hasn't quite given up the hope that someday, she'll find something beautiful. The way Shawn looks at his phone when it goes off, that crass moan tumbling through her head, she can't help wondering if he's already found it with someone else.

"That arrogant, dumb ass of a man can't even understand that I'm into him." She cursed under her breath all of a sudden.

SIR SHAWN MILLER, was a renowned private Investigator, ferocious hunter, always helping around the 'BORAH' city precinct. He had a record of solving even the scariest of the criminal cases. A man with fearless energy ready to fight with any kind of criminal. A master of disguise and Voice modulation was his trick of finding and capturing his culprits. At 42 years, he was no less than a hero for the city, a wanted man himself, but by women who were continually charmed by his never ending cold, savage aura. A man desired by all women.

Jimmy was no less. Being his apprentice, she had her heart melt even at his barely there smiles or the cold eye contact that sent shivers down her spines. Though criminals were dead scared of that look in his eyes, Jimmy cooed like a pretty teenage girl even at 32 years of age.

It's October 31st, and a black and red invitation sits on the kitchen counter. She's read it a hundred times and the curling letters seem embedded in her mind. It's not like any other party she's been to, and she's quite certain she'll be uncomfortable. Or at least, she would if she were going. As it is, she can hardly get comfortable in her jumper, let alone the strappy leather dress she'd purchased before deciding for sure that she couldn't bring herself to wear it.

Something about the words 'HALLOWEEN KINK PARTY' are oddly appealing to her. Mild-mannered and generally modest, she rarely experiences anything outside her own little world. Beyond that, she can't help wondering if Shawn's mystery woman is there. It's a big party and the odds are pretty good that a woman who'd leave her own moan as a ringtone is into at least some of the things that will take place at this party. More than that, she's quite sure that Shawn will not be there. A win-win.

So why won't she go? She eyes the invitation and finds herself deciding quite abruptly that it's time to do something other than mope. Without allowing herself a second thought, she runs up stairs to shower, shave, and squeeze her way into the sexiest thing she's ever owned. A pair of thigh-high boots complete the outfit and by the time she's dressed, she feels quite certain that she might have a little bit of fun after all.

To elaborate in her attire it was nothing less than a black leather bralette and thong connected by garter. Her black bralette held her big pink areolas in place spilling all of her huge 40DD boobs and her thong did nothing to hide the split of her heated womanhood. Luckily it didn't show how wet she was, thinking of the kinky Halloween party she was invited into.

She was short, and not so chubby but her curves filled all her woman features like the mature woman she was. Being really busty and having the pair of the most gorgeous set of boobs, her ass was no less, being round enough, supple enough for the man she would be interested in. Unfortunately she was always unlucky finding men. She thought she was unattractive when she was a walking, talking siren in heat.

She was a slutty mistress for the Halloween party, the local porn star "Audrey Hopkins" who was known as 'Lavender' her Screen name. The dream woman for most of the men in the city of Borah. Jimmy felt proud and like a diva herself wearing that black leather outfit that usually would carry off as outrageous if it was not Halloween.

Preferring not to show this side of herself to the taxi driver, she retrieves an overcoat and makeup bag, deciding that she'll complete the look on the way. She only has to wait a moment for a taxi to pull up, and she gives him the address from memory, picturing those curly letters as clearly as if she were looking at it now.

Painting the brightest red lipstick across her small mouth, pouty lips and painting cat's eye wings with black eyeliner across her lids, she smiles at her reflection in the palm mirror. She teases her hair and decides to leave it down, a look she rarely goes for, and puts her makeup away.

When she arrives at the address she gave the driver, she discovers that this party is not only a 'big party' but a 'BIG' party. Hosted in what can only be described as a mansion, there's more than enough room for half of the Borah city's party-goers to attend. And by the looks of it, most of them are here.

Feeling a bit wobbly, Jimmi makes her way down the driveway, grateful for the host's foresight to light it well. This is meant to be a comfortable space and scary does not sit well with kinky for those who are less accustomed to indulging themselves.

Lit by soft orange lights and gleaming Victorian lamps, the road is quaint and adds to the feeling that she's not just making her way to a mansion, but to a new world. A world where anything shy of disrespect goes. And she's had more than enough disrespect this year. She hurries her pace, suddenly eager to reach the party.

Music caresses her ears as she gets closer and a doorman offers to take her coat. Dressed in a sharp black tuxedo and masquerade mask, he does his part to set the ambience and smiles appreciatively at her own outfit. Finally she was seen in that black leather outfit. Revealing all her amazing features of being a seductive woman that she is. The doorman eyes her up and down and she can't make out if he is attracted as he had his black glasses on. She blushes, wishing she could be more confident, and steps inside.

The warm scent of apple cider and pumpkin spice greets her, along with the erotic aroma of a hundred dancing bodies. Pulsing wildly under the gleaming lights, no one is quite an individual here, and no one is an outsider. From strappy leather outfits to military uniforms to shimmering lace, doctor nurse attires, and all the superheroes that we have heard of, to the most modest women with the most mischievous eyes, everyone is represented here, because everyone represents themselves.

At the foyer she is greeted by a long queue of dressed up people who were waiting to get in. She joined in behind a woman who was dressed in an icy blue sheer gown, showing off all her woman features to all the men and women. Jimmi was more than excited to get in now.

Jimmi's eyes wandered to the woman's back. Which was completely visible through that icy blue sheer fabric. She was sculpted like a Greek goddess. What highlighted was a series of tattoos on her back. From New moon to full moon. Seven phases of the moon were tattooed on her back. Jimmi was so captivated as her eyes stared at the woman's back moving down and down.

Such perfect soft mounds of ass. Jimmi thought maybe she looked so perfect that her own insecurities heightened looking at such a perfect set of ass. Like how all women have a set of eyes behind their back, the woman turned towards Jimmi soon after.

"Look what we have here. Isn't it Lavender? The queen of lust? The woman all men want to fuck up with?" The woman in the blue gown said without showing any kind of expression.

"Uumm, yeah, it is. I have dressed up as Lavender, for the night." Jimmi was startled to speak much.

The woman kept checking out Jimmi up and down in detail like she was judging Jimmi's choice of disguise or make up. What was a few seconds felt like eternity to Jimmi. So she made her second comment, to mingle with the lady.

" So, who are you..." trying to force a smile onto her lips, "dressed up as?" Jimmi added not to make the lady uncomfortable.

"That's interesting. Don't you know who I am... dressed up as?" The lady still had no emotions or expressions.

"Agghh... maybe Elsa... slutty Elsa..." Jimmi thought hard, eyeing the ladies nude attire.

The lady's eyes darted at Jimmi. "I am dressed up as 'Audrey Hopkins' again from the movie 'Lustrous' don't you know? I thought you were a fan of hers?

"Ah, well, I just found this attire interesting and perfect for the party. I have not watched much of Lavender's movie. I'm sorry, I didn't know." Jimmi honestly answered.

"Well, in that case let me introduce myself. I am Audrey Hopkins. People know me as Lavender." The lady told Jimmi in the same flat tone.

"Ah... you are kidding. I have seen Lavender's pics on the internet. She doesn't look anything like you." Jimmi was true to her judgement.

"Look closely, child. I look like her. I am her. Because you want to be her. Isn't it Jimmi?" the lady answered like it was a magic spell.

Jimmi froze. How did that lady know her name? She has not yet reached the front desk. There were 12 more people approximately ahead of her. So she has not yet shared her name anywhere. But what Jimmi was sure of was that lady didn't look like Audrey Hopkins. 'Lavender' as people knew. She is not her.

"You are not her. I'm sure you are not her. She should be more than 80 years of age now." Jimmi was sure of what she said.

"I agree. But if you look deeper. You'll see who truly I am, my true self. Look deeper Jimmi." The lady said like she was casting a spell.

Jimmi was starstruck. Her eyes didn't waver. Her breath still. Like she was being hypnotized. Jimmi was frozen. But she just focused all her mind, thoughts, on that mysterious lady.

"Now, close your eyes Jimmi. Look deeper. Think of what you want the most. How you want to look. Whom you want to be...

1...

2...

3...

Open your eyes Jimmi." The mysterious lady asked Jimmi politely.

As Jimmi opened her eyes to the dimly lit reception area, the same spot she was standing in. She saw the lady. Jimmi's jaw dropped. She was shocked to the extent that her hands moved and closed her own mouth. Her eyes widened and her breath still.

"What magic is this? How can this be? Am I dreaming?" Jimmi asked, being completely floored.

"What do you see Jimmi?" The lady asked, still being calm and absolutely without any surprise in her voice.

Jimmi was speechless at first and then she stammered.

"Answer now, Jimmi." The lady commanded this time.

Jimmi was still awestruck. "Agh... agh... uhm... I see myself. You are me." Jimmi answered, unsure of what she was seeing.

The lady who wore the icy blue sheer gown, who showed the body of that mature woman was now replaced by Jimmi. The beautiful face of that woman was replaced by Jimmi's pretty face. Her thin shapely lips were replaced by Jimmi's thick pouty lips. Her silky silver hair was replaced by Jimmi's silky blonde hair. Her big eyes were replaced by Jimmi's cute small eyes. Her tear drop shaped medium sized breasts were now huge bubbles of Jimmi's big boobs. Her tiny areolas had turned into Jimmi's bigger pink areolas. Her thick shapely waist had turned into Jimmi's slim slender waist. Her thick mature pussy had turned into Jimmi's craving smooth shaven cunt. It was Jimmi from head to toe. Jimmi in that dress of a woman.

"You are right. I am you. You want to be me. You are like me deep inside. You want to enjoy it all. You want to feel special. You want to be the eye candy of every man in need. You want those eyes to strip you naked and take you whole when other eyes wait for their turn to eat you. Splatter your womanhood with their white cream of lust. You want to be the talk of the town. The woman they all want for their private time. Aren't I right, Jimmi?" The lady who had transformed into Jimmi in the icy blue sheer gown spoke out for long.

Jimmi felt agitated. "No... that's not true. I'm not a slut like Lavender." Jimmi answered without any truth in her answer.

"Then what do you want Jimmi. What sinful thought do you have that makes you become a porn star like Lavender tonight?... wait is that the man you always craved for. The man many women crave for but is a hard nut to crack?" The new Jimmi answered.

"Yes. I want him. I want him all to myself. Tonight and every night. I want him to be mine. I want him to be weak for me." Jimmi answered like she found the right answers for her desires.

"Then, it shall be him. You get what you ask for. Because you are a true Lavender woman, Jimmi." The lady Jimmi answered with conviction.

"Wait, you would make my man weak for me? Is it even possible? Do you even know who he is?

He is a cold, savage, wicked piece of a man I have ever seen. No one can make him weak...

And whatever is a Lavender woman?" Jimmi asked, annoyed at the lady's self proclaimed analysis of Jimmi.

"Lavender woman is a woman full of desires with sinful cravings, unholy thoughts. That she would submit to any man in need, satisfy them, make them happy. That would make her happy. 'A secret slut' 'A willing whore...' That's you Jimmi." The lady Jimmi smiled for the first time.

"No, it's not true. I'm not a slut." Answered Jimmi with much guilt in her words.

"Don't you want men to see you with lust, Jimmi? In your naked most moments. Don't you want men to be perverts for you? Be vulgar with their words? You want them hard and show off their pricks shamelessly and aim at the deepest core of your womanhood and eat your engorged buds every time you want. And that's 'all the time' Jimmi, my lady in need." The lady Jimmi kept digging at Jimmi's innermost lust that she kept hidden forever.

"That's not true. I'M NOT A SLUT! I just want Sir Shawn Miller to be mine. To make him weak for me, and make him mine forever. That's all I want." Jimmi finally found directions for her secret manifestation.

"Then it shall be done, Jimmi. Why? Because you regard me as a woman like you. A woman who needs to be respected and worshipped. So I shall give you the most desired man you ever wanted.

"Now, feel this. At the snap of my fingers you will feel your clit pierced and a cute little thingy, a diamond drop on it. Until that hangs onto your clit, you would get any man you would desire. Be it Sir Shawn Miller, as you say." The lady immediately snapped her fingers.

Snap!

The sharp, crisp, snapping of the lady's fingers reverberated through Jimmi's mind. She immediately felt a prick in her thick clit.

Ouch!

"That was fast. Hmmm. I think you are more desperate for that man, than I knew of. Good for you girl " The lady Jimmi was still calm and composed.

What was that? I felt a prick...

Uhmm...

Down there...

Jimmi said reluctantly.

"Hmm uhmm. Check it out. If you want. You would feel a tiny diamond drop at your clits." The lady commanded confidently.

"What, here, no way," Jimmi said, touching her womanhood over the black leather thong she wore.

"No way... I feel it." Jimmi looked around and saw that people were busy in their own world. She carefully slid her hands beneath the black leather thongs to feel her warm thick pussy lips. She tried hard to slide it open and felt the tiniest drop that stuck to her clit.

Jimmi's eyes widened. "How? How did you do that?" She was utterly shocked.

"Go, Jimmi, go get your man. Tonight he is yours. Find him, be his, and own him." The lady said and her eyes flickered with joy.

"Just remember never to remove it. Until the diamond shines on your clit, men are always ready to fuck you. Whoever it may be." The lady added a clause.

"Like he is someone ready and weak for me. It's not possible with SIR SHAWN MILLER. He is someone who would never be weak for anyone, never for carnal desires. Never..." Jimmi answered, pessimistically.

"Worry not, woman. Close your eyes again and open when you feel the lights blind your closed eyes." The lady Jimmi answered with much hope and joy.

"No... wait... wait..." the real Jimmi was unsure of what was happening.

"Just trust your needs, Jimmi. Feel your womanhood throb. Feel your nipples tingle. Feel the heat that needs a man, Jimmi. The desires that haunt you forever. Close your eyes at the count of three..." The lady Jimmi answered with her hands moving to close the real Jimmi's eyes.

1...

2...

3...

Jimmi closed her eyes like it was the only thing she could do. She felt the lady's hands press gently at her eyelids and then slowly lift off. She could feel her heart beats slow down. Her breath slower and deeper. Her eyes closed to the surroundings. The hustle bustle of the people waiting.

But she didn't open her eyes. She waited. She could feel a whiff of air surrounding her. She felt the floor below tilt, and disbalance her foot. But she held on firmly to her standing. She felt a bright light blinding her. Like she was just a few inches in front of an arc light. She slowly opened her eyes.

The room looked normal. People were still the same. But earlier, she was behind almost ten to twelve people, and talking to a woman who looked like her in a sheer almost naked gown. But now, she was right behind one man who was dressed like Captain Jack Sparrow. The most sought after disguise during Halloween.

The man moved soon after his check in at the desk.

"MS. JIMMI PARK." One of the ladies at the desk called out Jimmi's name while handing a key - '1310' and she smiled politely.

"Key?" Jimmi asked, confused.

"**The key to your VIP room mam. **Reach out to the emergency numbers at the door knobs if needed.

**Our guards would help you around if there are any mishaps.

**No substance use, but alcohol is permitted inside the halls and the rooms.

**Guests need to sign up here before entering your room.

**Toiletries, sex toys, and condoms are complimentary.

**No cameras installed inside the private rooms.

**Billing at the check in would be entitled."

The lady explained the mandatory regulations impatiently like she needed to address a hundred more people.

"Enjoy your party Mam," The lady smiled, to politely ask Jimmi to move off from the line of people behind her waiting to check in.

"VIP room?"

What happened to the lady who transformed into me, Jimmi?

Where is she?

Why did she say, I'll get what I want.

The man I desire!"

Jimmi was stunned. How did she reach the desk so soon? What happened to other people in front of her.

What VIP room is this? She never booked any room. Who would pay for that?

Where is that lady?

Am I hypnotized? Or dreaming? Maybe mind controlled?

Would she really get to be with SIR Shawn Miller?