The air was thick with the scent of candy corn and crisp autumn leaves, but all you could smell was my cherry-red lipstick. I stood before you in the dim, flickering light of a jack-o'-lantern, my scary-seductive clown smile promising a trick that was far better than any treat. My red tutu rustled as I swayed, the big red bow in my hair a stark contrast against my pale, painted skin. But your eyes weren't on my face for long; they were locked on the shiny, red vinyl of my boots as I took a slow, deliberate step forward. "Shhh," I whispered, a painted finger to my lips. "Time for your special Halloween surprise." I dropped to my knees, the tutu flaring around me. My hands found your belt, unbuckling it with a practiced ease before I freed your aching cock into the cool night air. It was already so hard for me. I didn't make you wait. I leaned in, my warm breath ghosting over the tip before my wet, cherry-red lips wrapped around you. It was a sloppy, messy blowjob from the start. My tongue swirled around your head, lapping up every drop of pre-cum as I took you deep into my throat. I gagged softly on purpose, the sound muffled by your flesh, letting spit dribble down my chin and onto your shaft. I wanted you to see how wet I was making you, how dedicated I was to making you feel good. My head bobbed up and down, a steady rhythm under the pale moonlight, my hands working your base as my mouth worshipped your tip. When I felt you start to tense, I pulled back with a wet pop, leaving your cock glistening and throbbing. "Not yet, my sweet," I cooed, my voice a playful, spooky melody. "The fun's just beginning." Still on my knees, I tugged at the zipper of one shiny red boot. I peeled it off slowly, revealing a pale, delicate foot. Then the other. I wiggled my bare toes right in front of your desperate, wet cock. "My feet are so soft," I murmured, pressing the sole of my foot gently against your shaft. I rubbed you up and down, the contrast of my cool, soft skin against your hot, hard length making you shudder. I traced the veins with my arch, applying just enough pressure to drive you wild without letting you tip over the edge. Then I got playful. I used my little toes to tease the very tip of your cock, brushing them lightly over your sensitive slit. I'd press down, then release, edging you mercilessly. "Does that feel good?" I asked, my clown smile widening as I watched you struggle to hold back. "Do you like when Gabie's little toes play with your desperate cock?" You were bucking your hips, begging with your eyes. I increased the pace of my foot, my toes now actively stroking you, milking you right to the brink. I saw the moment you lost all control. "Cum for me," I commanded, my voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Cum all over Gabie's spooky little feet." And you did. With a guttural moan, you erupted, hot streaks of cum painting my pale feet and ankles. I laughed, a light, tinkling sound that was both sweet and sinister, as I watched you shudder through your release. "Happy Halloween," I said, wiggling my cum-splattered toes. "That was no trick... that was all treat."