“How mature much?” Stan asked. “I sold the final versions for three grand apiece,” Mark answered, grinning at the shocked look on Stan’s face. Then he added, “But I’ve still got the prototypes. I can let you have them at five hundred for the pair. They aren’t quite as flashy, but people will be seeing them actual size. You aren’t going to be up on a big screen.” All that was needed after that was for Stan to wangle an invitation to a friend’s japanese Halloween party. His friend lived near the college and Stan knew that there would be a significant number of college students there. Free booze at a party near campus will do that. Stan thought he might have to do some real convincing, but his friend agreed because he was Stan’s friend... and because it never hurts to have a hunky construction worker at a party as an additional attraction for coeds. That night, Stan wore a rather interesting costume of black leather pants, a black vest, and black leather sandals. His red chest, red arms, red hands, and red petite feet added a surreal effect hinting at the possibility that his total body was all that same shade of red. His pickup line wasn’t very original. In fact it was terrible, but it fit his costume. He would walk up to a young woman and say, “Does a horny devil like me have a chance with a beautiful angel like you?” Stan knew that nine times out of ten, the girl would just laugh at him, but he was confident that there were more than ten beautiful women at the party. When it came time for introductions, he would say, “I’m Stan Satanowski.” After a pause he added, “Satanowski means Son of the Devil.” He would wait for a reaction from the girl and then say, “I’m named after my great-grandfather. He always said the immigration clerks messed up an ‘A’ in his name... but he never said whether they left one out to create Stan or added one to create Son of Satan.” For the first girl, that also led to laughter as she walked away. But the second girl asked, “Does that costume cover your whole body?” Stan laughed the deepest laugh he could muster and said, “This isn’t a costume. Halloween is the one time of the year I can go around as myself.” He then reached up and brushed his hair away from his horns. The prosthetic devices worked exactly as his cousin said they would. They popped up as his hands brushed over them. There were now two, black, shiny horns sprouting from asian his head. He then said in a deep whisper, “If you give yourself to me tonight... for just the night... I will grant you one wish.” “Just for the night?” the girl asked quietly. “Just for tonight,” Stan assured her as he led her out to his car. Once they got to his bedroom, she was surprised to find that Stan truly was red all over. She was even more surprised when he insisted on using a condom. “We have enough horny little devils running around,” he said with a laugh. “And besides, I’ve been told cumshot that my cum can burn a little.” In reality, he was worried that the red might be washed off by her vaginal secretions. He also used a condom when he took her ass about an hour later. I love the japanese mature defiant ones. was cumming my ass of when all of a sudden he began to stifen, I rode him harder and he got I like cum! “Wow, thanks. She's all yours and you can do whatever the fuck you want with her. I brought you something to drink. I mean, petite you did have several orgasms?” I couldn’t believe what I let happen last night. I asian gasped, my cunt writhing and spasming about her digits. I woke up with a fur-lined metal collar locked around my cumshot neck.