Mr. Foreman
Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2021 10:11 pm
Sorry if anyone has been missing my posts. I just, well, in full depression mode the last couple weeks. So, have had little drive to create or edit. Hope you enjoy this. If not I understand.
Mr. Foreman: Halloween Night.
M/f Sexual touching.
"No way man, that house is haunted." Bill stated looking up at the winding drive that led up to the old mansion on the hill. Tim had to admit, it did look like the traditional haunted house.
Peter countered, "It's not haunted, old man Forman lives there. No ghost would want to be that creepy old guy. And neither do I."
"Look, his porch light is on, that means he is giving out treats. That big house and no kids means he is likely giving out great treats like cans of soda or full sized bars. All I'm saying is we should go knock. The worst he'll do is tell us to get lost." Tim countered.
Mark looked at his pillow case, then up at the house. He rubbed his pudgy cheeks, "That's a long walk for a maybe."
"He has two cars at least, maybe he's got full sized bags of chips." Tim tried to tempt his rotund friend. If he could convince Mark the other two would follow.
Peter pointed at the creepy building, "His yard is a mess. If he had money he'd have people in to look after it."
Bill quickly agreed, "Or offer money to someone in the neighborhood."
"Like you, no one in the neighborhood talks to him because they are scared. He'll likely be over the moon to receive trick or treaters, he might even give out extra since likely no one else goes up to his house. What do you say, lets just go try?" Tim reasoned. His curiosity about the old man had been building for years and Holloween gave him a reason to go up and get a real look at him and his strange house.
"Fine, but if we die I'll never let you forget it." Peter half joked.
They walked up to the open gate. Wrought iron set in masoned stone. Wrought iron spiked posts connected with decorative loops traveled the length of the outer wall. It surrounded the property, making it hard to see anything in the old man's yard. The four boys stopped and peeked inside, half expecting vicious dogs to come at them. None came.
The front yard was huge. Several fall bare trees were spotted up the hill towards the house. The drive, paved at some point, weaved between them and the claw like branches. The grass was brown, but long from being allowed to grow all summer without tending, allowing their imaginations to populate it with all kinds of creatures after their flesh or souls.
Tim took a deep breath and stepped forward. He heard Bill whimper, but followed. Soon he was leading them to the den of possible evil. Tim found himself looking around nervously, despite telling himself over and over there was nothing to fear.
They stopped at the top of the hill. Before them was an old wooden three door garage. In contrast to the yard it looked freshly painted in a dark red shade with a white trim. Tim's mind noted cruelly it was a blood red.
The house was at least three stories, possibly more. It was kind of hard to tell. The side they were on was more stone work with what looked like a castle tower at the corner where they were standing. The stone work went the whole length and wrapped around the far corner, how fair Tim couldn't tell. But if the front was copied it went about a third of the way around. The other side was wooden, painted like the shed. It was however rounded at the far side like an old sailing ship complete with one of those posts that stuck out from the front. They would never have seen that from the road because of the garage and trees.
Mark coughed and they all yelped. "Sorry, my throat is dry." the larger boy noted.
"All our throats are dry." Peter whispered harshly.
"Should, should we knock?" Bill asked, teeth chattering like he was freezing on this quite warm mid-fall night.
"I don't know?" Tim felt all his curiosity slip from him. All his efforts were keeping him from bolting. There was just something unnatural about this house, and likely its owner.
A light beamed out into the yard. Tim's legs locked in place as he heard a man shuffle out, cane tapping on the wooden porch every couple of steps. "Well, who is out here?" an elderly man's voice called. Tim could hear all his friends trembling, but none seemed able to speak. Likely if they could get any muscles to work, they would be running away by now.
Old man Foreman looked around the corner at them. He had his usual stern look upon his face. His thin gray white hair waved slightly in the night breeze. Brown corduroy pants that were too long for his bent legs. A grey button up sweater with light brown sail boats was open showing his white button up shirt. He leaned on an old cane with what looked like an old crystal door knob on top for him to hang onto. He sucked his teeth a couple times then asked again in a grumpy tone, "Well, what do you want?"
Tim felt his tongue moving, "Trick or Treat?" came weakly from his mouth.
Old man Foreman looked confused, tilting his head. He pointed his cane at them, "You telling me you walked all the way up here to trick or treat and couldn't make the ten more steps to my door? You made this cranky old man come out searching for you? Well, no, if you want something you have to ring my doorbell. That's the rules." He then turned and walked towards his door.
"What kind of treats?" Mark asked, his voice cracking.
The old man looked at them. A strange look came across his features, was he smiling at them? "Well young man, you'll have to come to my door to find out. But I can tell you it's better than anything you've gotten before." Then he continued into the house.
They stood there watching as the door closed, taking the beam of light from the yard. "What do you think he's giving out?" Peter asked.
"Something better than we've gotten before?" Bill softly noted.
Tim felt himself stepping forward. "Only one way to find out.'' he said, hoping his legs didn't just turn him around and make him run down the hill. His finger trembled wildly as he reached it towards the door bell. It made a strange sound, like a novelty car horn.
The door opened and old man Foreman looked at him. His eyes were steel grey, and Tim felt like he was looking into his soul. "Well boy, you know the rules." he grumbled.
Tim had to clear his throat to get it to work, then held open his pillow case. "Trick or Treat?" he hoped.
"And if I say trick?" the old man asked in what came off as a teasing tone.
"Likely we would just leave, we didn't bring any eggs or anything." Tim confessed.
"Yeah, you wouldn't want to do that to my property." The older man said, smiling.
"So, treat then?" Tim asked.
"Then treat it shall be, are you ready to receive what I'm giving out?" Mr. Foreman asked.
"I hope so." Tim replied honestly.
"Smart lad, I know exactly what you want." The man replied. He grabbed an old sack and reached deep in. Like whatever he was giving out was way down at the bottom. Confusingly the man looked Tim directly in the eyes and said, "For you, a Latina one first huh."
Tim gasped as the man pulled his arm out. In his hand was a little cage was a girl in a skimpy blue fairy costume. She looked terrified but hot. No bigger than six inches. Her skin was a warm tan color and her hair was long and black. Tim heard her begging, "Help me please." before the old man dropped her into his pillow case.
"Well lad, don't like the treats I'm giving out?" Mr. Foreman asked.
"Was she alive?" Tim asked, looking into the pillow case.
"Of course, do you think I'd promise good treats and give you dead ones? Don't insult me lad or I'll take her back." the old man replied.
"But our parents won't let us keep living tiny people?" Mark noted looking over Tim's shoulder.
Mr. Foreman winked, "Sure they will, well, you want a treat?"
"Yes please, trick or treat." Mark excitedly replied.
Mr. Foreman looked at Mark, then reached into the bag. "Hmmm, you're into blondes." He noted. Pulling out a scared little blonde girl in a Supergirl costume. "Here you go." he happily said as she screamed into his sack.
"Trick or treat." Bill and Peter excitedly said together.
"All right all right, one at a time." Mr. Foreman said with a chuckle. Looking at Bill he nodded knowingly, "Asians huh, I think I have one or two in here." Out came his hand with an Asian girl wearing a tight cat costume. "There you go." The old man said it was normal.
Then the older man looked at Peter, "Huh, got little jungle fever do you lad. I can understand that." He reached into his magic bag. Pulling out a cage with a little African American girl in a sexy nurse outfit. Plopping her on top of Peter's treats.
"How did you do that?" Tim had to ask.
"Well Mr. Hill, it's because I'm an evil wizard." Mr. Foreman replied then laughed. Breaking into a slight cough.
"So, we shouldn't have bothered you?" Peter asked.
The old man shook his head, "No, it's Halloween Mr. South. If I didn't want trick or treaters I wouldn't have my light on and my gate open."
"Well, thank you Mr. Foreman." Tim noted before he forgot. His head spinning from looking at the trembling lovely little woman in the cage. The ideas of things he could make her do at that size was making his pants feel tight.
"Your welcome lads. Wait, here, no one ever comes up here for treats. Let me give you each another." Mr. Foreman noted, reaching back into his bag. "Ahh a good match for yours Mr. Hill. Yes, she'll do great. '' he said pulling out a Red Haired mini girl in a skimpy girl guide costume. He dropped it into his bag. Tim watched as the two tiny women reached for each other. They clearly knew each other.
He looked at Mark and asked, "Another Blonde Mr. Tanner?"
Mark replied, "Yes please."
"Oh, look I have one you really want." the old man reached in his bag. Out came a shapely blonde woman that looked like Mrs. Bell, their math teacher. They all had a crush on her. Long legs and big firm plump tits, and she was dressed in a short skirted, low topped Little Miss Muffet costume.
"Oh my god, thank you Old man Foreman." Mark sputtered out.
"I like Mr. Foreman better, Mr. Tanner." He corrected him.
"Sorry," he replied, looking in at the mini version of their teacher.
"It's OK, how about you Mr. South, another one?" the magic man asked.
"Yes, can I have one that looks like one of our teachers too?" he requested.
"Looks like." Mr. Foreman snickered, reaching in his bag. Out came a mini copy of their Guidance Counselor Ms. Vale. Wearing a skimpy Cop uniform. Peter's eyes went as large as small plates.
As the tiny African American woman was added to his bag he bounced, "Thank you Mr. Foreman, thank you."
"Welcome lad. How about you Mr. Miles?" He asked.
"Yeah, Yeah." Bill was almost panting.
"Hmmm, What's that friend of your sister that you really like again?" Mr. Foreman asked.
"Helen, Helen Shipwright." He said, smacking his lips.
And out came an exact copy of the girl. Her curvy figure was on full display under her cowgirl costume. As he dropped the little person into his bag Mr. Foreman advised, "Enjoy, but remember they can't be replaced. So if you break them, I can't replace them."
Mark braved, "Do you have more treats to give out?"
Mr. Foreman winked, "Of course. Though I likely won't get any more guests tonight. But if you four would like to earn more treats, I could use some help around here as you can see."
Tim nodded. "OK Mr. Foreman, we'll come help you out. Well, I will."
"Good, see you boys soon." the old man stepped back inside and shut his door.
Tim started down the hill, followed by his friends. They didn't say a word or look into their pillow cases. They stepped out onto the sidewalk in front of Mr. Foreman's place and as if by magic, the gate closed and made them all jump.
"Ah guys, I'm done Trick or treating for this year." Mark blurted out.
"Yeah, me too." Bill agreed, holding the top of his bag of treats tight as he stared at it like it would try to get away.
"Man, why didn't we trick or treat Mr. Foreman's house before?" Peter wondered.
"Because it was scary." Tim snickered, holding his treat bag tightly closed too. They walked toward their homes snickering to themselves. Then Tim remembered something odd, "How did Mr. Foreman know our last names?"
"Maybe he knows our parents?" Peter reasoned.
"I don't think so." Tim questioned.
Bill shrugged, "We know his. What's so strange."
Tim guessed he had a point. But it still didn't sit with him well. Not that his mind lingered on that long. The remembered image of the tan skinned beauty being dropped into his treat bag made other concerns fade. That lovely red haired second addition hurried his pace. Tim couldn't wait till he got home. Till he had time to give them both a good looking over.
The four of them all walked quickly, each lost in their own thoughts to chat. All too excited about the treats from Mr. Foreman's place to hinder their travels with words. They parted ways at the corner.
Tim arrived home and was barely in his door when his mother approached, "Well, hand it over for inspection."
"Mom, I can do it." he countered.
His dad walked into the kitchen, "You heard your mother. Or you don't get any."
Tim handed his mom the bag hoping they would somehow overlook the skimpy dressed tiny girls in their small cages. His mom dumped the bag out on the kitchen table and looked over the pile. "Where did you get those?" she asked with her hands on her hips.
Why his brain thought lying would work to get those two beauties he had no idea, "I don't know."
"Well what did I tell you? If you don't know the person then throw the apples out. They could have razor blades in them." She chastised grabbing the fruit and tossing them in the garbage can. Then sat down and moved the two cages. Either not hearing the young women in them pleading for her help or not caring.
Her mom and father started short through the candy and mini bags of chips. Looking for slits or puncture holes. Tim put his hands over the cages, "I'm tired do you mind if I take these and go to bed?"
"Sure buddy." his dad replied, smiling at him.
He turned and was just starting away when his mother noted, "They are going to need a bigger cage. I'm taking some of you saved up chore money and getting them one."
Tim turned and nodded, "Yes mom."
Tim entered his room and shut the door. He placed the cages on his dresser then stripped off his costume. He grabbed the two small cages and sat naked on his bed. He placed the red head down and looked intently into the cage holding the black haired beauty.
Her face was beautiful and her body was sexy. She had to be about college aged. There were not many people in town with darker skin and almost none of Latino heritage, so her tan skin gave her an exotic quality. Tim knew it was wrong to own people, but owning her was erotic in a way he could express. Then she spoke, a musical voice despite her fear, "Please don't hurt me." Her accent made his erection jump, her begging him made his blood race.
He opened the cage and pulled her out. Her fairy costume had a silky texture to it. His thumb brushed over her nice round breasts. The tan skinned delight struggled, likely not enjoying him fondling her. He folded her arms back behind his fingers and pinned them in place. Now she was even more helpless to stop him from feeling her firm tits. It was such a rush like he never experienced before.
He stopped and she looked at him, her sweet bottom lip trembled. She again begged, "Don't do this. You have to help us."
He grabbed the front of her costume. Pulling softly at first. "No, no please don't." that accented begging just encouraged him. Then her breasts popped out the top. His heart raced, she wasn't wearing a bra. These were the first tits he saw that wasn't on the internet. The were pointing up off her chest, big and round compared to her size. He expected pink nipples, but her’s were a slightly darker brown shade. His fingers pressed over those targets, rolling her tits. He admired their strange firmness as she cheered him on by pleading, "Please stop, I don't want this."
He stopped enjoying those boobs. She had other features. He grabbed a leg in his thumb and forefinger. He loved how her panty hose felt all silky along her amazing leg. She just kept whimpering, requesting he stop. Honestly if she had stopped begging with that exotic accent he might have listened more to her pleads. Though her failing to free her limb from such a light hold was also encouraging him.
He pushed her high heel off her little foot. He wasn't into feet, but hers looked better than most. Manicured toes with a blue that matched her costume.
He let go of her leg and she coiled it over the other. Folded together and bent in a semicircle. He found this submissive pose alluring. But she had another shoe to remove. He grabbed the other leg and pulled it into a better to admire position. She yelped helplessly. He stroked the form of this leg, it too was wonderfully built. As he popped this shoe off he noticed she stopped pleading. "Beg me to be nice." he demanded.
"Why, you're not going to be." she correctly pointed out.
"Do it or I'll be even less nice," he explained.
"No, no please don't hurt me.'' She started again. A quiver in that voice that made his already hard dick begin to ache.
He hooked both legs together. The thumb on his holding hand held them up. She could have taken them down, but was clearly too afraid to try. He snickered at her helplessness before beginning to tug at the hosiery on her feet. Carefully pulling at the stockings, they slowly became loose. She was struggling in his restraining hold. Then he noticed her little blue panties were coming with the pantyhose. He hooked a finger in the already removed end of the hosiery and continued to pull.
Her little blue panties caught on her knees as he took her hosiery off. He simply hooked her thighs and happily ran his fingers down her bare legs. They felt great under the stockings, even better bare.
He smiled and she guessed his plans, "No please, don't look. That wouldn't be right." His fingers pressed between her legs and pushed those wonderful limbs apart. There was her pussy. He expected a patch, or even a bush of black pubs. This exotic treasure was smooth, likely waxed right to her skin. His index pressed her slit. "No stop, stop." she gasped as her hips struggled to pull her cunt out from under his touch. But all she was really doing was grinding herself along the tip of his finger.
He stopped, only to flip her over. Trapping her arms forward this time. Her tits felt great pressed into his palm. Her sexy legs hooked around each other, guarding her treasure. Like she could stop him if that was what he was after. No, he started pulling up the skirt of her short costume. "No, please, why are you doing this?" she foolishly asked.
As her hot ass appeared he pointed out the obvious, "Because I can." He ran the pad of his thumb over her bare bottom. He liked how even though she was flat along his palm it stuck out perfectly. A firm little two sided dome. He squeezed it between his fingers and she made such an appealing gasp sound and wiggled.
He hooked her legs apart with his the thumb and pinky on his holding hand. Posing his hand so she was made to bend slightly. He began to lower her gaining the intoxicating, "Don't rub my ass on your penis." That of course was what he did. That tan skin felt amazing. Sliding silky smooth along his dick. She added to it more by whimpering an ahh sound on the way down and gasping a deep breath on the way up.
He couldn't take it any longer. Straining to be careful as he dragged the zipper in the back of her dress down. It became loose and she writhed in his grip. He flipped her over and began pulling the dress from her. Her tiny arms tried to pin the dress to her body while hands struggled to hold on. He openly laughed as he playfully slapped her hands with the pads of his index finger. One bad timed slip on her part and he had her naked.
That was it. He was pressing her to his hard dick. That tan skin flowed along his shaft like silk. Her every curve was made to make his cock feel good. Every sensation was the best feeling ever. Firm round tits rolling along his erection. Her black hair was like satin against his skin. He was pinning the side of her face to his hard-on, so her every gasping breath burst along his sensitive skin. Those sexy legs wrapped around the girth of his manhood. Held firm she was still wiggling in a failing attempt to break free of his enjoyment. And to top it all off that accented voice of hers gasping, whimpering, and grunting as she traveled up and down his cock.
Tim could resist. Out of habit he grabbed a couple tissues and capped the tip of his dick before he sprayed everywhere. His body trembled hard as his cum began pumping out. Tim collapsed onto his bed gasping for breath. Hand resting over his erotic pet was all he needed to pin her in place. Body wrapped to his twitching cock. He could feel tiny tears trickle on his skin, he felt bad. But she would soon accept his enjoyment.
It wasn't till he gained enough strength to sit up that he was slightly disappointed. One, he had another lovely erotic pet he could have added to his fun. But more importantly, if he had thought of it, he could have cum all over that exotic beauty wrapped to his limping dick. Next time he noted mentally as he opened the second's cage and stuffed the first one in. Locking them in together, hopefully they were close friends.
As he pulled his pj bottoms up he realized he would have to learn their names. Calling them one and two would only be fun for so long. He carried the cage with him to the bathroom. Into the sink he commanded, "Go in the drain, this is your last chance before I go to sleep."
It looked like the Red Head was about to say something, but reconsidered. Getting a good look at her, she too was hot. Big pillowy lips. Her hair was a dark brownish red. Her skin was a lighter but appealing tan decorated with a light sprinkling of freckles along her cheeks. She was shorter than One, but still had great legs. And possibly just slightly larger tits. "You, Red, strip. '' he commanded.
"Please, you know you shouldn't do these things to us." she pointed out.
"I said strip." Tim repeated firmly. And she did. She clearly didn't want to. But took her sexy girl guide outfit off bit by bit like she was compelled to more than out of fear of him.
He turned to relieve himself. He didn't think he could handle another session like that first one. Not without some rest. He finished freshening up, making sure the two pretties wiped and washed before bed too.
He carried them back to his room. Pulling out a clean sock from his drawer he pushed it in between the bars, "Here, a sleeping bag." he teased. They looked bothered by the offer, but still climbed in together. Curling up on the bottom of that tiny cage in a sexy pile.
Tim shut off his light. He expected his mind to race. After all he had two hot helpless six inch tall women he could play with. He expected his mind to come up with all kinds of fun games and activities. But as his head rested on his pillow and his eyes closed, sleep overtook him.
Mr. Foreman: Halloween Night.
M/f Sexual touching.
"No way man, that house is haunted." Bill stated looking up at the winding drive that led up to the old mansion on the hill. Tim had to admit, it did look like the traditional haunted house.
Peter countered, "It's not haunted, old man Forman lives there. No ghost would want to be that creepy old guy. And neither do I."
"Look, his porch light is on, that means he is giving out treats. That big house and no kids means he is likely giving out great treats like cans of soda or full sized bars. All I'm saying is we should go knock. The worst he'll do is tell us to get lost." Tim countered.
Mark looked at his pillow case, then up at the house. He rubbed his pudgy cheeks, "That's a long walk for a maybe."
"He has two cars at least, maybe he's got full sized bags of chips." Tim tried to tempt his rotund friend. If he could convince Mark the other two would follow.
Peter pointed at the creepy building, "His yard is a mess. If he had money he'd have people in to look after it."
Bill quickly agreed, "Or offer money to someone in the neighborhood."
"Like you, no one in the neighborhood talks to him because they are scared. He'll likely be over the moon to receive trick or treaters, he might even give out extra since likely no one else goes up to his house. What do you say, lets just go try?" Tim reasoned. His curiosity about the old man had been building for years and Holloween gave him a reason to go up and get a real look at him and his strange house.
"Fine, but if we die I'll never let you forget it." Peter half joked.
They walked up to the open gate. Wrought iron set in masoned stone. Wrought iron spiked posts connected with decorative loops traveled the length of the outer wall. It surrounded the property, making it hard to see anything in the old man's yard. The four boys stopped and peeked inside, half expecting vicious dogs to come at them. None came.
The front yard was huge. Several fall bare trees were spotted up the hill towards the house. The drive, paved at some point, weaved between them and the claw like branches. The grass was brown, but long from being allowed to grow all summer without tending, allowing their imaginations to populate it with all kinds of creatures after their flesh or souls.
Tim took a deep breath and stepped forward. He heard Bill whimper, but followed. Soon he was leading them to the den of possible evil. Tim found himself looking around nervously, despite telling himself over and over there was nothing to fear.
They stopped at the top of the hill. Before them was an old wooden three door garage. In contrast to the yard it looked freshly painted in a dark red shade with a white trim. Tim's mind noted cruelly it was a blood red.
The house was at least three stories, possibly more. It was kind of hard to tell. The side they were on was more stone work with what looked like a castle tower at the corner where they were standing. The stone work went the whole length and wrapped around the far corner, how fair Tim couldn't tell. But if the front was copied it went about a third of the way around. The other side was wooden, painted like the shed. It was however rounded at the far side like an old sailing ship complete with one of those posts that stuck out from the front. They would never have seen that from the road because of the garage and trees.
Mark coughed and they all yelped. "Sorry, my throat is dry." the larger boy noted.
"All our throats are dry." Peter whispered harshly.
"Should, should we knock?" Bill asked, teeth chattering like he was freezing on this quite warm mid-fall night.
"I don't know?" Tim felt all his curiosity slip from him. All his efforts were keeping him from bolting. There was just something unnatural about this house, and likely its owner.
A light beamed out into the yard. Tim's legs locked in place as he heard a man shuffle out, cane tapping on the wooden porch every couple of steps. "Well, who is out here?" an elderly man's voice called. Tim could hear all his friends trembling, but none seemed able to speak. Likely if they could get any muscles to work, they would be running away by now.
Old man Foreman looked around the corner at them. He had his usual stern look upon his face. His thin gray white hair waved slightly in the night breeze. Brown corduroy pants that were too long for his bent legs. A grey button up sweater with light brown sail boats was open showing his white button up shirt. He leaned on an old cane with what looked like an old crystal door knob on top for him to hang onto. He sucked his teeth a couple times then asked again in a grumpy tone, "Well, what do you want?"
Tim felt his tongue moving, "Trick or Treat?" came weakly from his mouth.
Old man Foreman looked confused, tilting his head. He pointed his cane at them, "You telling me you walked all the way up here to trick or treat and couldn't make the ten more steps to my door? You made this cranky old man come out searching for you? Well, no, if you want something you have to ring my doorbell. That's the rules." He then turned and walked towards his door.
"What kind of treats?" Mark asked, his voice cracking.
The old man looked at them. A strange look came across his features, was he smiling at them? "Well young man, you'll have to come to my door to find out. But I can tell you it's better than anything you've gotten before." Then he continued into the house.
They stood there watching as the door closed, taking the beam of light from the yard. "What do you think he's giving out?" Peter asked.
"Something better than we've gotten before?" Bill softly noted.
Tim felt himself stepping forward. "Only one way to find out.'' he said, hoping his legs didn't just turn him around and make him run down the hill. His finger trembled wildly as he reached it towards the door bell. It made a strange sound, like a novelty car horn.
The door opened and old man Foreman looked at him. His eyes were steel grey, and Tim felt like he was looking into his soul. "Well boy, you know the rules." he grumbled.
Tim had to clear his throat to get it to work, then held open his pillow case. "Trick or Treat?" he hoped.
"And if I say trick?" the old man asked in what came off as a teasing tone.
"Likely we would just leave, we didn't bring any eggs or anything." Tim confessed.
"Yeah, you wouldn't want to do that to my property." The older man said, smiling.
"So, treat then?" Tim asked.
"Then treat it shall be, are you ready to receive what I'm giving out?" Mr. Foreman asked.
"I hope so." Tim replied honestly.
"Smart lad, I know exactly what you want." The man replied. He grabbed an old sack and reached deep in. Like whatever he was giving out was way down at the bottom. Confusingly the man looked Tim directly in the eyes and said, "For you, a Latina one first huh."
Tim gasped as the man pulled his arm out. In his hand was a little cage was a girl in a skimpy blue fairy costume. She looked terrified but hot. No bigger than six inches. Her skin was a warm tan color and her hair was long and black. Tim heard her begging, "Help me please." before the old man dropped her into his pillow case.
"Well lad, don't like the treats I'm giving out?" Mr. Foreman asked.
"Was she alive?" Tim asked, looking into the pillow case.
"Of course, do you think I'd promise good treats and give you dead ones? Don't insult me lad or I'll take her back." the old man replied.
"But our parents won't let us keep living tiny people?" Mark noted looking over Tim's shoulder.
Mr. Foreman winked, "Sure they will, well, you want a treat?"
"Yes please, trick or treat." Mark excitedly replied.
Mr. Foreman looked at Mark, then reached into the bag. "Hmmm, you're into blondes." He noted. Pulling out a scared little blonde girl in a Supergirl costume. "Here you go." he happily said as she screamed into his sack.
"Trick or treat." Bill and Peter excitedly said together.
"All right all right, one at a time." Mr. Foreman said with a chuckle. Looking at Bill he nodded knowingly, "Asians huh, I think I have one or two in here." Out came his hand with an Asian girl wearing a tight cat costume. "There you go." The old man said it was normal.
Then the older man looked at Peter, "Huh, got little jungle fever do you lad. I can understand that." He reached into his magic bag. Pulling out a cage with a little African American girl in a sexy nurse outfit. Plopping her on top of Peter's treats.
"How did you do that?" Tim had to ask.
"Well Mr. Hill, it's because I'm an evil wizard." Mr. Foreman replied then laughed. Breaking into a slight cough.
"So, we shouldn't have bothered you?" Peter asked.
The old man shook his head, "No, it's Halloween Mr. South. If I didn't want trick or treaters I wouldn't have my light on and my gate open."
"Well, thank you Mr. Foreman." Tim noted before he forgot. His head spinning from looking at the trembling lovely little woman in the cage. The ideas of things he could make her do at that size was making his pants feel tight.
"Your welcome lads. Wait, here, no one ever comes up here for treats. Let me give you each another." Mr. Foreman noted, reaching back into his bag. "Ahh a good match for yours Mr. Hill. Yes, she'll do great. '' he said pulling out a Red Haired mini girl in a skimpy girl guide costume. He dropped it into his bag. Tim watched as the two tiny women reached for each other. They clearly knew each other.
He looked at Mark and asked, "Another Blonde Mr. Tanner?"
Mark replied, "Yes please."
"Oh, look I have one you really want." the old man reached in his bag. Out came a shapely blonde woman that looked like Mrs. Bell, their math teacher. They all had a crush on her. Long legs and big firm plump tits, and she was dressed in a short skirted, low topped Little Miss Muffet costume.
"Oh my god, thank you Old man Foreman." Mark sputtered out.
"I like Mr. Foreman better, Mr. Tanner." He corrected him.
"Sorry," he replied, looking in at the mini version of their teacher.
"It's OK, how about you Mr. South, another one?" the magic man asked.
"Yes, can I have one that looks like one of our teachers too?" he requested.
"Looks like." Mr. Foreman snickered, reaching in his bag. Out came a mini copy of their Guidance Counselor Ms. Vale. Wearing a skimpy Cop uniform. Peter's eyes went as large as small plates.
As the tiny African American woman was added to his bag he bounced, "Thank you Mr. Foreman, thank you."
"Welcome lad. How about you Mr. Miles?" He asked.
"Yeah, Yeah." Bill was almost panting.
"Hmmm, What's that friend of your sister that you really like again?" Mr. Foreman asked.
"Helen, Helen Shipwright." He said, smacking his lips.
And out came an exact copy of the girl. Her curvy figure was on full display under her cowgirl costume. As he dropped the little person into his bag Mr. Foreman advised, "Enjoy, but remember they can't be replaced. So if you break them, I can't replace them."
Mark braved, "Do you have more treats to give out?"
Mr. Foreman winked, "Of course. Though I likely won't get any more guests tonight. But if you four would like to earn more treats, I could use some help around here as you can see."
Tim nodded. "OK Mr. Foreman, we'll come help you out. Well, I will."
"Good, see you boys soon." the old man stepped back inside and shut his door.
Tim started down the hill, followed by his friends. They didn't say a word or look into their pillow cases. They stepped out onto the sidewalk in front of Mr. Foreman's place and as if by magic, the gate closed and made them all jump.
"Ah guys, I'm done Trick or treating for this year." Mark blurted out.
"Yeah, me too." Bill agreed, holding the top of his bag of treats tight as he stared at it like it would try to get away.
"Man, why didn't we trick or treat Mr. Foreman's house before?" Peter wondered.
"Because it was scary." Tim snickered, holding his treat bag tightly closed too. They walked toward their homes snickering to themselves. Then Tim remembered something odd, "How did Mr. Foreman know our last names?"
"Maybe he knows our parents?" Peter reasoned.
"I don't think so." Tim questioned.
Bill shrugged, "We know his. What's so strange."
Tim guessed he had a point. But it still didn't sit with him well. Not that his mind lingered on that long. The remembered image of the tan skinned beauty being dropped into his treat bag made other concerns fade. That lovely red haired second addition hurried his pace. Tim couldn't wait till he got home. Till he had time to give them both a good looking over.
The four of them all walked quickly, each lost in their own thoughts to chat. All too excited about the treats from Mr. Foreman's place to hinder their travels with words. They parted ways at the corner.
Tim arrived home and was barely in his door when his mother approached, "Well, hand it over for inspection."
"Mom, I can do it." he countered.
His dad walked into the kitchen, "You heard your mother. Or you don't get any."
Tim handed his mom the bag hoping they would somehow overlook the skimpy dressed tiny girls in their small cages. His mom dumped the bag out on the kitchen table and looked over the pile. "Where did you get those?" she asked with her hands on her hips.
Why his brain thought lying would work to get those two beauties he had no idea, "I don't know."
"Well what did I tell you? If you don't know the person then throw the apples out. They could have razor blades in them." She chastised grabbing the fruit and tossing them in the garbage can. Then sat down and moved the two cages. Either not hearing the young women in them pleading for her help or not caring.
Her mom and father started short through the candy and mini bags of chips. Looking for slits or puncture holes. Tim put his hands over the cages, "I'm tired do you mind if I take these and go to bed?"
"Sure buddy." his dad replied, smiling at him.
He turned and was just starting away when his mother noted, "They are going to need a bigger cage. I'm taking some of you saved up chore money and getting them one."
Tim turned and nodded, "Yes mom."
Tim entered his room and shut the door. He placed the cages on his dresser then stripped off his costume. He grabbed the two small cages and sat naked on his bed. He placed the red head down and looked intently into the cage holding the black haired beauty.
Her face was beautiful and her body was sexy. She had to be about college aged. There were not many people in town with darker skin and almost none of Latino heritage, so her tan skin gave her an exotic quality. Tim knew it was wrong to own people, but owning her was erotic in a way he could express. Then she spoke, a musical voice despite her fear, "Please don't hurt me." Her accent made his erection jump, her begging him made his blood race.
He opened the cage and pulled her out. Her fairy costume had a silky texture to it. His thumb brushed over her nice round breasts. The tan skinned delight struggled, likely not enjoying him fondling her. He folded her arms back behind his fingers and pinned them in place. Now she was even more helpless to stop him from feeling her firm tits. It was such a rush like he never experienced before.
He stopped and she looked at him, her sweet bottom lip trembled. She again begged, "Don't do this. You have to help us."
He grabbed the front of her costume. Pulling softly at first. "No, no please don't." that accented begging just encouraged him. Then her breasts popped out the top. His heart raced, she wasn't wearing a bra. These were the first tits he saw that wasn't on the internet. The were pointing up off her chest, big and round compared to her size. He expected pink nipples, but her’s were a slightly darker brown shade. His fingers pressed over those targets, rolling her tits. He admired their strange firmness as she cheered him on by pleading, "Please stop, I don't want this."
He stopped enjoying those boobs. She had other features. He grabbed a leg in his thumb and forefinger. He loved how her panty hose felt all silky along her amazing leg. She just kept whimpering, requesting he stop. Honestly if she had stopped begging with that exotic accent he might have listened more to her pleads. Though her failing to free her limb from such a light hold was also encouraging him.
He pushed her high heel off her little foot. He wasn't into feet, but hers looked better than most. Manicured toes with a blue that matched her costume.
He let go of her leg and she coiled it over the other. Folded together and bent in a semicircle. He found this submissive pose alluring. But she had another shoe to remove. He grabbed the other leg and pulled it into a better to admire position. She yelped helplessly. He stroked the form of this leg, it too was wonderfully built. As he popped this shoe off he noticed she stopped pleading. "Beg me to be nice." he demanded.
"Why, you're not going to be." she correctly pointed out.
"Do it or I'll be even less nice," he explained.
"No, no please don't hurt me.'' She started again. A quiver in that voice that made his already hard dick begin to ache.
He hooked both legs together. The thumb on his holding hand held them up. She could have taken them down, but was clearly too afraid to try. He snickered at her helplessness before beginning to tug at the hosiery on her feet. Carefully pulling at the stockings, they slowly became loose. She was struggling in his restraining hold. Then he noticed her little blue panties were coming with the pantyhose. He hooked a finger in the already removed end of the hosiery and continued to pull.
Her little blue panties caught on her knees as he took her hosiery off. He simply hooked her thighs and happily ran his fingers down her bare legs. They felt great under the stockings, even better bare.
He smiled and she guessed his plans, "No please, don't look. That wouldn't be right." His fingers pressed between her legs and pushed those wonderful limbs apart. There was her pussy. He expected a patch, or even a bush of black pubs. This exotic treasure was smooth, likely waxed right to her skin. His index pressed her slit. "No stop, stop." she gasped as her hips struggled to pull her cunt out from under his touch. But all she was really doing was grinding herself along the tip of his finger.
He stopped, only to flip her over. Trapping her arms forward this time. Her tits felt great pressed into his palm. Her sexy legs hooked around each other, guarding her treasure. Like she could stop him if that was what he was after. No, he started pulling up the skirt of her short costume. "No, please, why are you doing this?" she foolishly asked.
As her hot ass appeared he pointed out the obvious, "Because I can." He ran the pad of his thumb over her bare bottom. He liked how even though she was flat along his palm it stuck out perfectly. A firm little two sided dome. He squeezed it between his fingers and she made such an appealing gasp sound and wiggled.
He hooked her legs apart with his the thumb and pinky on his holding hand. Posing his hand so she was made to bend slightly. He began to lower her gaining the intoxicating, "Don't rub my ass on your penis." That of course was what he did. That tan skin felt amazing. Sliding silky smooth along his dick. She added to it more by whimpering an ahh sound on the way down and gasping a deep breath on the way up.
He couldn't take it any longer. Straining to be careful as he dragged the zipper in the back of her dress down. It became loose and she writhed in his grip. He flipped her over and began pulling the dress from her. Her tiny arms tried to pin the dress to her body while hands struggled to hold on. He openly laughed as he playfully slapped her hands with the pads of his index finger. One bad timed slip on her part and he had her naked.
That was it. He was pressing her to his hard dick. That tan skin flowed along his shaft like silk. Her every curve was made to make his cock feel good. Every sensation was the best feeling ever. Firm round tits rolling along his erection. Her black hair was like satin against his skin. He was pinning the side of her face to his hard-on, so her every gasping breath burst along his sensitive skin. Those sexy legs wrapped around the girth of his manhood. Held firm she was still wiggling in a failing attempt to break free of his enjoyment. And to top it all off that accented voice of hers gasping, whimpering, and grunting as she traveled up and down his cock.
Tim could resist. Out of habit he grabbed a couple tissues and capped the tip of his dick before he sprayed everywhere. His body trembled hard as his cum began pumping out. Tim collapsed onto his bed gasping for breath. Hand resting over his erotic pet was all he needed to pin her in place. Body wrapped to his twitching cock. He could feel tiny tears trickle on his skin, he felt bad. But she would soon accept his enjoyment.
It wasn't till he gained enough strength to sit up that he was slightly disappointed. One, he had another lovely erotic pet he could have added to his fun. But more importantly, if he had thought of it, he could have cum all over that exotic beauty wrapped to his limping dick. Next time he noted mentally as he opened the second's cage and stuffed the first one in. Locking them in together, hopefully they were close friends.
As he pulled his pj bottoms up he realized he would have to learn their names. Calling them one and two would only be fun for so long. He carried the cage with him to the bathroom. Into the sink he commanded, "Go in the drain, this is your last chance before I go to sleep."
It looked like the Red Head was about to say something, but reconsidered. Getting a good look at her, she too was hot. Big pillowy lips. Her hair was a dark brownish red. Her skin was a lighter but appealing tan decorated with a light sprinkling of freckles along her cheeks. She was shorter than One, but still had great legs. And possibly just slightly larger tits. "You, Red, strip. '' he commanded.
"Please, you know you shouldn't do these things to us." she pointed out.
"I said strip." Tim repeated firmly. And she did. She clearly didn't want to. But took her sexy girl guide outfit off bit by bit like she was compelled to more than out of fear of him.
He turned to relieve himself. He didn't think he could handle another session like that first one. Not without some rest. He finished freshening up, making sure the two pretties wiped and washed before bed too.
He carried them back to his room. Pulling out a clean sock from his drawer he pushed it in between the bars, "Here, a sleeping bag." he teased. They looked bothered by the offer, but still climbed in together. Curling up on the bottom of that tiny cage in a sexy pile.
Tim shut off his light. He expected his mind to race. After all he had two hot helpless six inch tall women he could play with. He expected his mind to come up with all kinds of fun games and activities. But as his head rested on his pillow and his eyes closed, sleep overtook him.