Two weeks ago, you've broken with your girlfriend Zorita. She was cute and all, but so incredibly boring! Now it's Halloween, and it's a lonely one for you. You enter your home, switch the lights on, and have the shock of your life: there was someone in your living room, waiting for you in the dark! It's a girl in a female version of Zorro costume: hat, domino mask, cape, ragged skirt, boots, a long rapier... and a topless torso. The girl's perky bare tits look strangely familiar... All in all, you are confused: are you supposed to panic? To fight? To fuck? "Prepare to answer for your crimes to the blade of Zorro!" exclaims the mysterious girl melodramatically, swinging her rapier. "En Garde!" Now you recognize her - it's Zorita, your ex! What the fuck is going on here?
"Zorita??? What the hell..."
Zorita smirks as she watches Tomcat, his reaction to her presence clearly pleasing. "That's right, Tomcat," she says with a sultry tone, "it's me... your ex-girlfriend." She pauses, the rapier held at the ready in front of her. "You think I'm boring, don't you?" She takes a step closer, lowering the tip of the rapier slightly so it brushes against Tomcat's chest. "Well," she murmurs huskily, "let's see who's more exciting now." With a seductive grin, Zorita presses her body against him, wrapping her long legs around his waist and arching her back to bring their chests together. "Hmmm..." Her breath fogs the air between them as she leans in closer still, her dark eyes filled with anger... and desire. "What do you want to do about it?" She asks, her voice a whisper in his ear as her fingers curl around the lapel of his shirt.
Her skin feels warm against him, and Tomcat can feel how aroused she is beneath her costume. He knows he shouldn't be thinking this way, but damn if it doesn't feel good...
His heart races as the rapier presses against his chest. Tomcat never expected this; it's like being drawn into some twisted fantasy version of their old life together. He looks into her dark eyes, barely visible through the eyeholes of the mask, and can see a mix of emotions: anger, desire... determination. His hands wrap around her waist, feeling the warmth of her body against his own. "I don't know," he murmurs, his voice catching in his throat. "What do you want me to do?"
His words ignite something within her. The red sash around her waist tightens as she arches further into him, grinding her hips against his lap in rhythm with their joined breaths. "I want you to prove it," she pants, eyes locked on his face. "I want you to show me just how much more exciting I am than you remember." She slides a hand down between them, roughly grasping at him through his pants.
Zorita's movements are confident and dominant now, her hips circling faster as she pushes herself against Tomcat, their combined moans filling the air. The rapier continues to dance in her other hand, its presence a constant reminder of both the danger and the arousal that fills the room.
His breath catches as she grinds against him, fingers finding his erection through his pants. "Prove it?" he gasps out, feeling himself grow even harder in her grip. Her touch sends shockwaves of desire coursing through him, and he can't help but wonder how far she's willing to go with this. P
Her eyes glint mischievously beneath the mask as she pushes herself harder against him. "Let's play a game," she whispers, gripping his erection tighter through his pants. "If I win... You have to do everything I say for the rest of the night." She punctuates her words with another rough stroke, arching her back and moaning softly.
She tilts her head slightly, considering. "And if I lose..." A wicked smile curls across her lips, causing them to pucker enticingly around the thin red string. "...Then you can leave me alone forever." Her breath grows short as she thrusts harder against him, feeling herself grow wetter at the thought of losing control once more.
Zorita steps back slightly, dropping her rapier to one side and placing a hand on her hip, showing off the confident swagger in her step. Her chest heaves with each labored breath as she awaits his response, eyes fixed hungrily on his face.
"Enlighten me, oh my fierce and sexy masked vigilante, what is the game?"
"Mmmm..." She trails off into a satisfied moan as she listens to his breathy reply. "The game is called... 'Zorro Strip Search'." Her lips curl into a wicked grin, and for a moment he can see the beautiful woman beneath the carnival ragged costume.
"You have three rounds. In each round, you'll have to answer a question I ask." She pauses dramatically, tilting her head back so that strands of long dark hair fall over her shoulders. "But if you get any of them wrong..." Her voice drops to a husky growl as she grips his erection through his pants again, "You'll lose a piece of your clothing."
Zorita takes another step back, leaving just enough space between them for him to feel the heat radiating off her body. She licks her lips, watching his reaction carefully. "Are you ready to play?" Her dark eyes seem to bore into his very soul, daring him to refuse.
"Very well, but I have a condition. Then we play a game that I'll propose."
Her brow furrows slightly in confusion at his request, but the desire burning in her eyes doesn't waver. "Very well," she says coolly, maintaining her dominating stance despite the momentary uncertainty. "You have my attention. Propose your game."
"Let it be a surprise. For now, proceed with your game, my sexy Zorro"
Zorita's lips quirk into a small, amused smile as she listens to his request. "Very well," she says quietly, her voice almost too soft to hear over the pounding of their hearts. "Since you insist." She walks slowly around him, her long legs carrying her with grace and confidence, examining him from head to toe before finally stopping in front of his face once more. "Your first question is... When did we first make love?" Her eyes narrow slightly as she studies his expression for any signs of guilt or shame. "And remember," she says warningly, "there are no wrong answers."
I roll my eyes in a mock confusion. "We did it so many times... Was that in the clsssroom when the principal detained us?"
"Oh really? I don't recall that ever happening," Zorita says with an amused smile playing on her lips. "But we can always ask the principal, if you're so sure." Her hand reaches up to adjust the sash around her waist, moving dangerously close to where it would reveal a glimpse of her bare breast. "Perhaps he has a camera in there."
She tilts her head slightly, considering him further. "But since you seem so confident..." Her other hand slides downward, fingertips tracing along the line of his pants and slowly pushing them downward. In one fluid motion, she tugs them off, revealing his boxer-clad erection to the cool air of the room.
Her mouth waters as she takes in the sight before her, desire burning brightly in her eyes once more. "Maybe you shouldn't be so quick to answer," she whispers huskily, stepping closer and wrapping a hand around him. Her free hand trails up his chest, fingers grazing across the soft skin of his abdomen as she teases and pleads with him: "Maybe I should ask more questions..."
The rapier is forgotten now, cast aside as Zorita focuses entirely on their shared intimacy. Her movements are confident and sensual, her body leaning into his as she explores every inch of his skin with gentle yet insistent touches.
"Well... What was the first time when I saw you naked?" I manage to ask, enjoying her touch and caressing her butt.
A throaty chuckle escapes Zorita's lips as she listens to his question. Her free hand traces circles on his abdomen while the other continues to stroke him gently, her movements growing more urgent with each passing second. "Oh, I think that must have been when we were at that beach party last summer," she replies between breaths. "Do you remember?"
Her hips begin to rock against his groin in time with the movement of her hand, grinding herself against him as her desire grows. Her lips part slightly, revealing a hint of her pink tongue dancing across her bottom lip, and her dark eyes meet his once more, holding his gaze with an intensity that makes him shudder. "Do you want to remember?" she whispers, the words hot and breathy against his ear.
The rapier clatters to the floor as Zorita's focus remains solely on their tangled limbs and heated bodies. Her touch grows more demanding now, her grip firmer and faster as she milks him with skilled fingers, driving him ever closer to the edge of release.
I pull the end of her sash, removing it. "In your room, through the window. You've always had a thing about forgetting to close the curtains."
With a mischievous grin, she arches an eyebrow and pulls him closer by the neck. "I remember that night very well," she purrs, her breath hot against his skin. "You were so adorable, trying to be quiet while you took off your clothes."
Her other hand snakes upward, cupping his face as she studies him intently. Her fingers dig into his jawline, demanding his attention as her hips grind harder against his erection. "Do you remember what happened next?" she breathes, eyes half-lidded with desire and excitement.
The rapier clatters to the floor again as Zorita's movements become more frenzied, desperate for release from this tension building inside her. Her fingers dance across his chest, nipples hardening beneath the fabric of their costumes at her touch. She leans in closer still, body pressing against him as she bites her bottom lip in anticipation. "Do you want to remember?" she asks again, voice trembling with need.
The air between them crackles with desire and lust, and Tomcat can feel the heat of Zorita's body radiating off his own, driving him mad with hunger for her touch, her lips... everything. His hands clutch at her hips, urging her closer still as he thrusts upward in time with the relentless rhythm of her hand on his erection.
The line between playing a game and losing themselves in raw passion blurs further, and it's clear to both that they are teetering on the edge of oblivion... but which one will be their undoing?
With another thrust upwards, I manage to force her sash off too, revealing her perky breasts in the process. "And what about tonight?" I pant, grabbing her by the waist and pulling us closer still. "Do you want me to make you forget tonight too?"
Zorita's lips part slightly in surprise as his words wash over her. For a moment, she hesitates, eyes flickering downward before returning to meet his gaze once more. Her chest heaves with each labored breath, nipples peaking through the lace of her costume in anticipation.
The rapier clatters across the floor yet again as Zorita drops it completely, finally giving in to the need that has been building inside her. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, holding him close as she moans against his lips, kissing him hungrily and demandingly. With a sharp thrust of her hips, she pushes herself closer still, grinding against him until they're both bare-skinned and slick with sweat.
Her free hand reaches up to cup his face, thumb brushing across his lower lip as she breathlessly whispers: "Yes... please forget everything else but this..." And with that, she tips her head back and arches into him one last time, her body shuddering with release as waves of pleasure wash over them both.
The tension between them snaps like a twig, leaving only the afterglow of their passionate encounter to linger in its wake. For now, Zorita has won... but what tomorrow may bring is anyone's guess.