2 comments/ 11663 views/ 2 favorites The Carnival By: Redswitch I am to always be naked when he is home. I know that. That has been a rule since day one. I am only supposed to wear the robe when I am cooking for him. I know that too. That has been a rule since the day that bacon splattered me on the breast and left a tiny little scar on my right nipple. I am not supposed to mar my skin either, but instead of getting angry and punishing me, he bought me this beautiful silk robe. He is extremely considerate, quite loving and fair. But when he got home about 15 minutes early this evening he caught me! I had done two things wrong: 1) I was not naked and 2) I was wearing the robe. I know it sounds like the same thing, but it is not. There are two separate rules and I had broken both of them! I knew I was to be punished tonight. I shouldn't have misbehaved. I knew it was wrong and I did it anyway. He will not let me get away with this. No chance. I did have a stroke of luck though. He had promised to take me to the carnival. He always keeps his promises and tonight was the last night of the carnival. So I knew he would take me. I also knew he would punish me there. I started to get excited already. He told me I could wear any outfit I wanted but I was to wear my deep purple high heels. No stockings. Just my bare legs. I know he has me wear stockings a lot, but think he secretly prefers to see my well toned legs directly - not through the mesh of lace or fish net. I put extra lotion on my legs and a little extra scent dabbed on my inner thighs and behind my knees. I always do this for him. I think he knows. I chose my favorite black leather miniskirt, and a brilliant purple blouse that matched my pumps almost perfectly. And, just for grins, I slipped into my 'hi visibility flaming hot pink bra. It barely contained my but tonight it was just about having fun. Since he had not directed me one way or the other, I knew not to put on any panties. Wearing panties or not was always his decision. Always. I wove my hair into a very loose french braid and went to him for approval. "Ah, perfect! my little wench. Perfect!" That sent waves of warmth through me. I so wanted to please him. As I knew he would, he thrust his hand up under my skirt to check my panties status. Nope. No panties there! I knew better. He winked at me and gently rubbed over my pussy lips as a reward. I quietly said "thank you" and smiled at him. "You are my baby." he smiled back. He knows I love it when he calls me 'baby'. Then, all in the same instant, he drew me close to him with his free arm, held me very tightly, kissed me full on the mouth and thrust several fingers in my very wet hole. God, how I want this man! How I've always wanted him! He had not mentioned my earlier blunders. But I knew he would. Nothing escapes his attention. I also knew he would let me have a wonderful time tonight. I was getting so excited! If I was good, I mean really good tonight, then maybe he'll let me suck his lovely cock for a long while later. That would be perfect. There is nothing I love more in this world than sucking him off and having him cum all over my tits or ass or belly. Nothing better in the world! Then we were off to the carnival. But just as we stepped outside, he touched my arm "Keli, please sit your pretty little ass down on the porch step now and spread your legs for me baby, I have a surprise for you". With that, he pulled from his pocket what looked like 2 solid gold pinballs, only smaller. He held them both up and showed me where his initials had been engraved on each of them. I wanted to ask him what they were but, of course I knew not to speak. He knelt down in front of me, took one of the balls and slowly, very slowly rubbed me up & down on my pussy. My lips were doing their best to hold together but it did not take long for him to break the ball through my fuzzy pink door and expose all that wetness he had caused me. He swirled the ice cold metal ball around my and my ass hole for a minute and then "plunk" he thrust it into my pussy. I looked up at him with the question on my lips, but remained quiet. He took the other ice cold ball and did the same thing -- only faster and for a bit longer. "Now this will feel good to you tonight - but you'd better not cum, you dirty little slut. You will cum when I tell you to and no sooner." I was getting so hot for him...wanting him inside me too... wanting his cum inside me...wanting his face buried in my pussy...he is the only one who knows... He takes me by the hands and lifts me to him. I can feel the balls inside me jostling around as I moved. This was awesome! "These are called 'Ben Wah' balls and they brand you as my property. They will stay inside you until I decide to take them out. If I find you have removed them or worse yet, let some horny bastard play with them and you, you will be severely punished. Tell me you understand bitch." " Yes, I understand." "Now start walking my slut or we'll never get there." The carnival was only about 10 blocks away so this was great. I scurried to get in front of him. I know I am to walk 5 or so paces in front of him unless directed differently. He likes to watch me walk. I like to have him watch. I can feel his eyes on me - on my legs - on my ass. I always get very hot when we go for a walk like this. I've always wondered if he knows how hot this makes me. But I don't dare ask. It's not my place. But this, too, was new and wonderful. These balls are rolling around inside my pussy. With each step the pleasure increases. I also know why I am wearing spike heels. When I walk in really high heels, I need to swing my thighs very close together to maintain my gait. He is so clever! I can feel the balls more and more as they warm to pussy temperature. Every step brings me closer and closer. This is pure agony! We had only gone about 4 blocks and I was about to cum with every stride! Oh no! What will I do? I'm not supposed to cum and these balls have a mind of their own! I think he could sense the waves of pleasure I was having, for just when I thought I couldn't stand it anymore, his strong arm sweeps under my own, steadies me and says "How about if I walk with you the rest of the way baby?" A real gentleman. He held me close and in silence the rest of the way, I think in part to listen to my breathing. Every time I would get close to cumming, he could tell and he would stop us for a minute to let me ease back down. He was the one that made sure I did not cum. He was the one that made sure I didn't break the rule. The carnival was really rocking when we arrived. The rock & roll was blasting from who knows how many half blown speakers. You could tell it was the last night because an inordinate number of 'carnies' were there - running around, laughing- drinking -all acting quite silly. Die hard carnies always throw a party the last night in every town - before they strike the place, pack up and move on to the next town. They say it brings 'em luck. I hope it does. He bought us some ride tickets and we are off. "Which ride would you like to do first?" then added "anything but the merry-go-round." Ooooooh! Sometimes you can be so very wicked to me. You know that by saying that I can't ride something, that will make me want to ride it more than ever! But I pretend it doesn't bother me. "Oh, the Octopus, I think" He goes to the young kid in the booth and gives him our tickets and, as usual, he strikes up a quick conversation. We get in line. It is one of those turnstile back & forth back & forth lines where you pass the very same people over and over. He stands very close behind me - not holding me or even touching me really -- trying to make it look as if he is just crowded in. But, in fact, his hand finds its' way under the leather and caresses my crack from the top where the small of my back meets the flesh of my ass...straight down to my tight little ass hole and on to my soupy twat. I get chill bumps all the way to my scalp and little piggies! That along with these metal balls moving inside me makes me feel like I will explode any minute. This delicious torture continues as we scoot up in unison to move with the line and maintain our heavenly pussy contact. I am feeling so very good right now! He leans in to me and asks "Does that feel good baby? Does the slut like this?" then softly, " Don't answer. I already know." We get jostled a bit but he regains contact and starts rubbing again but harder than before. It still feels good, but I wish he would do it like before. The line keeps inching along and we come to another u-turn. I open my eyes fully and there he is standing right in front of me! I whip my head around in time to see that ticket kid pull his hand from beneath my skirt, drop something and scurry off. I spin back to face him and he says "You know what that is for don't you slut!. You broke rules. I must maintain your complete obedience." I knew he was right. He is always right. I looked down at my shoes. They were covered in dust. I just hoped that that had satisfied my debt and I might still get to swallow that granite cock I know he has been working up all evening. He can't deny me that now! He just can't! These balls are driving me berserk and he teases me so mercilessly sometimes! Every ride we ride he finds a way to put something wonderful in me. On the little roller coaster he tells me I must keep my hands in the air the entire time and he then fingers me madly, trying, I think, to make me scream exactly when no one else is. In the House of Mirrors, he sweeps me to the very center, leans me against a mirror, presses against me so that I can feel his hard cock and then and slides the length of his body down to where he simply moves my skirt aside to allow his tongue to dance on my throbbing. I can see him eating me a thousand times in a thousand mirrors. My head is reeling! On the ferris wheel, he sits me right on top of his lap when we were at the top - only he has freed his cock and I feel him push it into my aching pussy. This feels incredible... his cock and those metal balls! "You like being this full don't you bitch?" "yes" I moaned, "yes!" but the ride is over all too quick.. I want to ask him if we could please go home and fuck now - but it is not my place to ask --- I know I must beg. As we walk away from the ferris wheel he puts his arm around me and I lean into his long sexy neck and start to plead with him to take me home and to please let me please him. I think he approves of me tonight, because he leads me straight home, into the bedroom and makes intensely passionate love to me. He let me do for him all those things I love so much to do - take his head into my mouth......slurping along the shaft - sucking those wonderful balls. He told me that I had been very good and he was well pleased. He said I deserved to be treated like a princess tonight. We finally rested at dawn. The Carnival Well, today's the day. The high school fundraising carnival. This is the first year that I've actually had the time to volunteer. My son who is in eleventh grade, will be helping for a few hours, then he'll have to leave. I'll be working off and on all day at the booths and I even volunteered to clean up tonight after it's over. It's going to be a long day but it will feel good getting out of the house for a day. The weather is supposed to be nice but a tad on the hot side, but I don't think anyone's going to notice. Dressed in short shorts and a spaghetti strap tank shirt and no bra, I head off for the fun. It took a while to get everything set up, and a nice size crowd soon showed up. Everything has gone better than I thought it would with a bunch of teenagers in charge. No major problems and we made quite a bit of money. I got to talk to quite a few of the teenagers and got along with all of them. Several of the male teenagers seemed to follow me around. I think it had more to do with my outfit than my witty conversation. They always seemed to either be right in front of me or behind me whenever I had to bend over. I have to admit, I was enjoying the attention. It's closing time now, time to get sweaty and dirty cleaning up the days mess. Only a couple of adult volunteers left and a few male teenagers. As we start cleaning up we can hear thunder in the background. We pick up the pace and all but two of the remaining teens leave. They didn't want to get caught walking in the rain. The other adults have to get home, they remembered they have windows open. That leaves me and two 18 year olds, Mike and Joe, to finish the clean up. We're just about done and the wind's kicked up, I just hope it doesn't blow around all the trash we just finished sweeping up. A bright flash of lightning, a loud clap of thunder and the sky opened up and the rain started coming down in sheets. We run for the small eight foot by eight foot shed nearby. Flinging the door open we rush inside. We're all half soaked and our clothes cling to us. Luckily it has one electric bulb hanging from the ceiling so we're not in total darkness. Though the darkness would have been preferred since my nipples were showing quite nicely through my wet shirt. It's basically empty, not even something to sit on. I hope this doesn't last long, I can't imagine trying to hold a conversation with two teenage boys I don't know anything about other than their first names. We can hear the rain pelt down on the roof. We sit on the floor with me sitting between them, and make small talk. Mike says something funny of a sexual nature and then looks at me to see if he offended me. When he saw I was laughing as hard as Joe was, he relaxed. We bantered back and forth this way for a while, even I relaxed and added a few off color remarks. After Mike said something else risque, I reached over laughing and gave him a soft shove. He shoved me back and I fell against Joe. Joe shoved back and I half landed in Mikes' lap. We're all laughing really hard right now. I look up at Mike and smile. Mike reached down and put his hand on my chest, totally covering one of my small tits. I looked at him with confusion and he smiled at me as he placed his other hand on my other tit. I didn't move, I wasn't sure what to do. When Joe saw I wasn't freaking out he put his hands on my thighs. I looked at Joe and he smiled as he ran his hands up my thighs to my crotch. At this point Mike slid his hands inside my shirt and started playing with my braless tits and hard erect nipples. I know I should have put a stop to what they were doing but I couldn't hide the fact I was turned on. Joe slid his hands up and opened my shorts. He pulled them off along with my thongs and immediately started playing with my already wet pussy. He fingered me for a little while then dove face first into my bush, his tongue entering my wet hole. I gasped. Mike is now pulling my shirt off and sucking my tits. Joe's tongue is licking my clit like a pro. Damn, I never had two guys playing with me at the same time before and it was making me hornier than I ever felt before. Joe took his clothes off and thrust his long, hard cock deep inside me. I gasped again and noticed Mike had taken his clothes off also. He shoved his huge, fat cock in my face and I hungrily took it in my mouth. I sucked the head of his cock while Joe pounded me. Joe came inside me and motioned to Mike it was his turn. Mike pulled his cock out of my mouth and they switched places. Mike started fingering my dripping pussy as Joe started sucking my tits. Mike plunged his huge piece of meat into me. Moans escape my parted lips. Joe put his cock into my open mouth as I sucked the hell out of him until Mike exploded deep inside me. They thought they were finished when I told them I wanted to feel both of them inside me at the same time. Joe laid on the floor and I mounted him. I slid my cum soaked pussy down on his shaft. Mike positioned himself between our legs and entered my pussy. While Joe played with my tits and Mike played with my clit, getting a good rhythm going, I rode the hell out of both of them. All three of us came in one gigantic simultaneous orgasm. After we caught our breaths and our hearts slowed, Mike pulled out and I dismounted Joe. As we got dressed we noticed the storm was over and it was really late. I gave each guy a very sensual French kiss good-bye. When we left the shed all we could do was smile at each other. There was nothing to say. We left in our respected directions. Damn, this was one enjoyable carnival and I will forever remember my encounter with two young, horny, teenagers. The Carnival "This is a terrible idea," said Mari. "Is it?" said Rosania, "Or is it just that genius sounds crazy to a fool?" "No," said Mari, "This is a terrible idea." "Look at it this way," said Rosania, "If I am right and the plan works, then tomorrow the Secret Sisterhood of Glorious Thieves will be famous across the land. If you are right, and it doesn't work, then..." "Then tomorrow," said Mari, "Our innocent young friend, Kasey, is going to be really, really sore." They stood on a crowded terrace overlooking an even more crowded plaza. Around them the carnival swirled in all its raucous cacophony of colors, shapes, and sounds. Revelers in skimpy outfits and body paint danced and played instruments. They drank and sang and caroused. To blend in with the crowd, Rosania wore nothing but a thong bikini and gold body paint, while Mari was dressed in a blue leotard with fluffy, blue cat ears and a matching tail. Below them, in the plaza, their friend, Kasey, worked her way slowly through the crowd. Unlike Rosania and Mari (and nearly every other reveler on the street that night), Kasey wore both a mask and a full-length dress. A strapless, lacy, white, ball gown covered her from chest to ankles, while an ornately wrought harlequin mask covered her face. "I can't believe you convinced her to wear that," said Mari. "At least one of you showed some daring," said Rosania. Mari snorted derisively. "Look," said Rosania, "We know for a fact that the legendary Pendant of Frozen Flame is being kept in the duke's palace. Unfortunately, after our last caper..." "Debacle, you mean," said Mari. "After our last...not-entirely-successful caper," Rosania continued, "Duke Arturo and his guards now recognize all three of us on sight. So, if we tried to enter the palace, we would be stopped. But, according to tradition, no one can stop a woman dressed as the Belle Libre from going where she wants except the Puck, and he is..." "Right over there," said Mari. She pointed. Rosania looked. A slender figure wearing green tights and a mischievously grinning imp mask wound through the crowd heading inexorably towards Kasey. A spot light shining from the roof of one of the surrounding buildings followed his progress. People who saw him laughed and cleared a path between him and the woman in white. "Oh, damn!" said Rosania, as their friend continued to blunder her way towards the palace, unaware of the growing commotion behind her. Only when the spotlight fell over her did Kasey turn around to find herself standing face to face with the green imp in an expanding circle of laughing and cheering revelers. She froze. The Puck bowed theatrically and took her unresisting hand. He turned to the crowd and raised his arms, lifting Kasey's hand with his. The crowd applauded. Several people stepped forward and took the petrified Kasey by the arms. They led her to a nearby table, which had been quickly cleared of drinks, and gently-but-firmly bent her over it. The Puck took hold of her dress and pulled it up, piling the frilly folds over her back. This revealed a full, round bottom covered by a very modest pair of white, cotton panties. The crowd laughed. "The Belle Libre isn't supposed to wear underwear!" said Rosania, "What was she thinking?" "She was thinking no one would ever see them," said Mari. The Puck pulled the panties down: off her buttocks, down her shapely legs, to her ankles. Then paused. For a moment, nothing happened. Finally, Kasey slowly lifted one foot, then the other, allowing him to pull her underwear over her feet. He stood up, bunching them up in his hand, and threw them into the crowd where laughing people caught them. He stepped aside, then, presenting Kasey's bare backside to the audience for inspection. In the bright spotlight, her flawless, round buttocks seemed to glow white, while the puckered, pink lips of her labia poked out beneath, framed by wisps of soft, blond hair. The audience cheered. "Wow!" said Rosania, appreciatively, "You have to admit she has the ass for the role." "She's never going to forgive us for this," said Mari. Below them various bystanders reached out to slap or squeeze Kasey's exposed bottom. A few questing fingers even slid between her labia. "Come on," said Rosania, watching the show, "You know that in past years she has cheered as much as anyone at the Belle Libre ceremony." "Yes," said Mari, "But those girls volunteered to perform the role." "So did she," said Rosania. "True," said Mari, thoughtfully, "But she thought she was volunteering to disguise herself as a Belle Libre, not to actually be one. I wonder if she thought about the possible consequences." Down on the table, Kasey was thinking hard about the consequences right then. While the spotlight warmed her buttocks and strange hands explored her most intimate parts, her upper body lay in an oddly calm pool of shadow cast by the voluminous folds of the dress piled up over and around her. She had known this might happen, in an abstract sort of way. In fact, she had masturbated to the idea of being the Belle Libre last night. But being here for real, bent over the table, with a thousand eyes staring at her naked backside, she found herself burning with embarrassment. She waited anxiously for what she knew would come next. Behind her, two lithe women in matching, green tights had materialized out of the crowd. They carried various bottles and other supplies. One of them poured ointment into her hand and began to massage it into Kasey's pussy with skillful fingers. Meanwhile, the Puck turned to the crowd. He selected a large, muscular man dressed as a barbarian (a costume that required only a loincloth and the man's own impressive physique) and had him step into the spotlight. The narrow strip of the man's loincloth was clearly struggling to cover the swelling erection underneath, so he whipped it off and stood naked in front of the onlookers. "Wow!" said Rosania, and the audience shared her appreciation. The other green clad woman took hold of the man's enormous cock. She rubbed lotion up and down the shaft until it glistened and throbbed with anticipation. Then he turned and took up position behind Kasey. Kasey felt a hand on her hip, then tensed as the swollen head of the man's penis brushed against her. He ran the tip up and down, from clitoris to anus and back. Then he worked the tip between the soft folds of her vaginal lips and pushed inside. She gasped. He started slowly, sliding in and out, pushing deeper each time. Then he put both hands on her hips and began pulling her towards him, so that her soft buttocks slapped against him with each thrust. She tried turning to see who was inside her, but the voluminous dress blocked her view. She turned back to find that several people on the other side of the table had knelt down to eye level with her. "Gosh! You're braver than me," said a woman wearing a feathered boa, glitter, and little else, "Did you see the size of that guy?" Kasey wanted to say that she could feel the size of the guy quite clearly, but all she managed was a muffled grunt behind her mask, as the man's pelvis slammed against her again. "I hear they choose the men ahead of time," said another woman, "They check them out for health, size, and so forth. She probably met every one of them at the orientation, didn't you?" Kasey tried to say that she had no idea who was fucking her, but all she managed was a groan. "See," said the woman, apparently taking this for confirmation. "I wonder how many there will be?" said the first woman, craning to see over Kasey's dress. "They usually limit it to five or six at a time," said the knowledgeable one. This time, Kasey's groan reflected her thoughts perfectly. Up on the balcony, Mari watched through half-closed eyes, biting her lip and rocking her hips with each thrust. Beside her, Rosania absently tapped along with the rhythm on the railing, while around them the audience clapped and stamped in time, growing faster and louder as the man neared climax. They cheered as he came, pulling out and spraying his semen across Kasey's buttocks. Breathing heavily, he gave her a last, fond pat on the rump and turned away to join the crowd once more. The women in green approached again. They cleaned her up with surprising efficiency and applied more lubricant. Meanwhile, the Puck selected another man, this one dressed as a genie, with a long, curved mustache, parachute pants, and his torso painted gold. He stepped forward, saluted the audience, and dropped his pants, revealing his pale, unpainted, lower half. The green women poured lubricant on his member, and he walked slowly in front of the crowd, letting people stroke his cock and fondle his balls until he was stiffly erect. Then he returned to Kasey and set to work. As with the first, the audience clapped and cheered along, rising to a crescendo to accompany the sexual climax. When the genie had finished, a man dressed as a fire spirit, in bright red tights with swirls of orange and gold, stepped up. He was followed by another man who wore only blue body-paint and a ribbed sheath over his penis (which he kept on while he fucked her). Next came an excited, young juggler, barely out of his teens. He passed his still-flaming torches to a startled green woman before eagerly approaching Kasey's now bright-red pussy. As the young man set to work on their friend, Mari noticed a new figure working his way through the crowd. She grabbed Rosania's arm and pointed. It was Arturo, the duke. He was dressed as a pirate, with a feathered hat, fluffy, white shirt, and leggings, though this was so similar to his normal attire that it could barely be called a costume. He stopped at the edge of the circle and watched the amorous display with interest, tapping his polished boot in time with the clapping of the crowd and the thrusting of the young man's hips. "You don't think he's going to..." began Mari. Many in the audience had already recognized the distinguished guest, so when the juggler finished (his slender body shaking like a vibrator), those nearby gestured for Arturo to enter the circle. He politely deferred to the Puck, but the man in green was a showman and new a good thing when he saw it. Everyone had heard of the duke's reputation with women, and plenty of people in the audience were eager to see him in action. The Puck bowed and invited him to step forward. He did so, to enthusiastic cheers from the crowd. "Bastard," whispered Rosania. "He's been fucking us every step of the way," said Mari, with resignation, "He might as well do it for real this time." He unbuckled his belt and whipped it off with a flourish. Then he undid his pants and presented cock and balls to the audience. His was not the largest member they had seen thus far, though he was certainly well-endowed. "So that's all he's got to offer?" scoffed Rosania. "I suppose..." said Mari, thoughtfully. Rosania gave her a quizzical look. "Well," said Mari, "To be honest I would rather have someone like that than some of those oversized monsters we saw earlier." When Rosania didn't respond, she continued, "I mean, I've always thought that the duke would be more of a sensitive lover, you know, if you were into that sort of thing. Someone who would really pleasure you, rather than just riding you like a horse, like some of the other guys who..." "You've put a lot of thought into this, haven't you?" said Rosania. "Have you not?" Mari asked. Rosania blushed and looked away. Kasey lay panting on the table. Her pussy was sore but she was enjoying this more than she would have expected. She had experienced one orgasm from the man with the ribbed cock, and felt that she might be approaching another. The smaller, younger man (she had guessed his age from the awkward jitteriness of his lovemaking) had made a nice interlude from the pounding she had taken earlier, but now she waited eagerly for the next round to begin. When she felt the new man's penis press against her vagina, she spread her legs wider to allow it to slide more easily inside. She groaned with satisfaction as the thick shaft filled her up. She laid her head down on the table and let herself be rocked by the rhythm. Unlike the previous men, who had mostly used their hips, this man leaned over her and seemed to put his whole body into it. He pushed down the piled folds of her dress and ran his hands over her back. He massaged her bare shoulders and Kasey found herself relaxing in a way that she had not since this whole ordeal began. She sighed. She raised her chest a bit to let him tug down her dress, so that he could cup her exposed breasts in his hands. She moaned. Mari and Rosania watched, silently. After awhile, Mari said, "He's really good at that." Rosania grunted. "I think she's enjoying it," said Mari. "Looks that way," said Rosania. "Do you notice how she's actually pushing herself against him with each thrust," said Mari. "I noticed that," said Rosania. "And now..." said Mari, "There...she...goes!" Kasey arched her back and gave a cry of pleasure. Arturo pushed deep inside of her and came. The couple rocked with orgasm and then she fell forward, exhausted. Kasey lay panting, while Arturo slid himself out of her. He gave her glistening, red bottom an appreciative caress and then turned to the audience, who cheered their approval. The Puck and the duke bowed to one another. Then the green man and his two assistants led the audience in one more round of applause for the exhausted Kasey. He raised his hand, theatrically, towards the spotlight and it disappeared with a flash. The party began again. At the table, those around Kasey lowered her dress and helped her shakily to her feet. Some shouted words of encouragement above the din and patted her on the back. She turned around to see who she had been with and froze in shock. Everyone laughed at her reaction, thinking she was merely surprised to see a famous local figure. Arturo smiled and took her unresisting hand. He kissed it. "I hope we were not too rough with your tender body, fair lady," he said, "But your beautiful form inspires much...enthusiasm." "No," she whispered. "Come," he said, "Let me accompany you into the palace, where you will be bathed and tended to. Can you walk?" "Yes," she said, swaying gently. She tried to take a step, but her knees buckled and she fell forward. The duke caught her and she leaned heavily against him. Part of her mind told her that she should be furious about all this: furious with Rosania, furious with the Puck (whoever he was), and especially furious with Arturo. But, at the moment, her head was still fuzzy from the afterglow of the most intense orgasm of her life. "Allow me," the duke said. He swept her up in his arms in one of those gallant displays that she and the other Sisters hated him for. This time, however, she lay her head on his shoulder and let him carry her away. "What do we do now?" asked Mari. "There's nothing we can do," said Rosania, "Except hope that she comes to her senses before he unmasks her." They watched Arturo carry their friend up the steps into the palace. "How does he do that?" said Rosania in frustration, "I always thought Kasey was the most level-headed of us all." "Well, you have to admit it," said Mari, "He is smooth." "No," said Rosania, "It's not that. I think he just fucked her brains out...literally." It was well past midnight when the door of the Sisterhood's hideout opened and a very primly dressed Kasey entered. Her hair had been freshly washed and combed and the fragrance of lilacs wafted around her. She gave the other two sisters a cold look and then tossed the Pendent of Frozen Flame onto the table. They looked at it, but neither moved to take it. "So," said Mari, cautiously, "How did it go?" "Not...as...expected," said Kasey, pronouncing each word slowly and deliberately. "But you got the pendent, right?" said Rosania, "So everything is..." Her voice trailed off under Kasey's withering stare. "But, how did you...?" began Mari, "I mean, you were...ah...carried you into the palace, right? And then..." Kasey tossed her head dismissively. "Then I stole it," she said. "Right," said Mari, "But how?" Kasey transferred her withering gaze from Rosania to Mari. "Maybe I'm just that good," she said. Rosania reached for the pendant, but Kasey snatched it back before she could touch it. "All things considered," she said, "I think I will take care of this for now." "Yes, of course," said Rosania, "And in the morning we can take it to this jeweler I know and..." "Actually," said Kasey, "I was thinking that it would be better if I kept it awhile: you know, until the heat dies down." "What heat?" said Rosania. "Oh, I'm sure there will be heat," said Kasey, "Probably until at least..." she considered, "The day after tomorrow." "The day after tomorrow?" said Rosania. "Yes," said Kasey, "Now if you will excuse me, it has been a long night...for me." Mari and Rosania watched her go. "What do you suppose she meant by that?" asked Rosania. Mari gave her an odd look, "She meant that she just had rough sex with six men and..." "No," said Rosania, "I meant about waiting for the heat to die down." "I don't know," said Mari, "But I guess we will find out the day after tomorrow." And they did. On the morning of the second day, Mari and Rosania stood with the crowd on the docks, watching the duke's ship set sail on a round-the-world tour. He smiled and waved from the deck. So did Kasey. She stood beside him, his arm around her waist, and the Pendent of Frozen Flame gleaming at her neck. "That shameless hussy," said Rosania. "Yeah," said Mari. "After all the work I put into stealing that thing," said Rosania, "Now he up and gives it to her." Mari gave her a sidelong glance but said nothing. "It's not fair," said Rosania. "It's...sort of fair," said Mari. Rosania glared at her. "I mean, she did sort of...take one for the team," said Mari. Rosania said nothing. "Actually, more like 'took six for the team,'" said Mari. Rosania sighed. "I suppose you're right," she said and turned away. They began to walk back along the dock towards the city. "You know," said Rosania, after a while, "This has given me a great idea for another heist." "Oh, has it?" said Mari. "Yes," said Rosania, "And you've got a crucial role to play." "What are the chances that my role will involve fucking one or more total strangers?" asked Mari. "Highly unlikely," said Rosania, "Or at least, fairly unlikely...honestly, I would be extremely surprised...well, somewhat surprised...and they probably wouldn't be total strangers." Mari sighed. "From now on," she said, "I'm going to come up with the plans." The Carnival Queen To be fair, I didn't want to go at all. The thought of following my bitch wife and her entourage of fawning, panting male admirers to the carnival in the next town hardly inspired me, but I thought it best to go if just to keep an eye on Carla if for no other reason. At that time, Carla and I had been married for about five years. It was good at first, but I quickly came to the inevitable conclusion that my wife could not keep her eyes or hands of other men - especially black men. She's a good looking woman: long, curly brown hair that falls over her shoulders and a nice figure. She wears too much make-up that leaves her looking a bit trashy, but she certainly seems to attract men wherever she goes. She seemed to have no concern if I found out about her adulterous behaviour or not - she would take little or no precautions to ensure her privacy - and on several occasions I had discovered her sucking and fucking with a complete stranger in our front room or den. When I first caught her I was livid; threatening divorce, violence and all sorts of other equally stupid actions. But as the time went on and I became more used to discovering her, panties down, bent over the back of the couch and with a large, black cock being rammed up her pussy, my feelings of anger and humiliation quickly dissolved - it became obvious that she wasn't about to change her lifestyle for anyone! And so arrived the weekend of the carnival. We had booked a hotel in the neighbouring town where the parade was to be held and Carla was excited even before we had left our house - no doubt she was already planning where she could pick up the first available man! We got to the hotel and checked in by mid afternoon. The parade wasn't due to start for at least another two hours but the main street was already alive with a throng of happy, drunken revellers. Carla was impatient, she wanted to get changed and get out into the street where the "action" was as soon as she could. As soon as we were in the room she made a bee-line for the shower. I sat on the bed and switched on the TV, watching some inane game show whilst I waited patiently. She was quick and within a few short minutes she reappeared into the bedroom naked and was rummaging through her suitcase. I looked at her and once again realised why I would never leave her. Apart from the fact that I loved her completely, the trashy demeanour that she had cultivated so cleverly worked as well on me as it did on her lovers. Dripping wet, her body looked fantastic; small rivulets of water trickled down over her near perfect breasts and hung tantalisingly from the rosy buds of her nipples. She caught me looking at her. "Not yet, my sweet," she smiled at me and cupped her breasts, "but you may get some of this later though! If you're a good boy!" I smiled back wanly and watched her dress. I knew what I had to endure to eventually experience and taste her delights. Although it was warm and humid outside, I was still a little shocked at Carla's choice of clothes. She always liked to dress a little slutty when she was out looking for a man, but this time she had surpassed herself. A small red vest was the only thing that covered her breasts and the short skirt in black leather also did little to hide her panties. Red hold-up stockings and slip on sandals completed the outfit. "Are you really going to wear those clothes out?" I asked incredulously. "Sure! Do I look nice and tarty?" I nodded. I had to admit that she had most certainly achieved the look she was going for. "I'll be back soon" she said as she headed for the door, "then we can watch the parade!" I'd though it was likely she would leave me behind while she went out prowling for a few hours - she'd been getting so excited in the car on the way over and I knew that there was only one thing that would satisfy her lust. I felt disappointed, but then a quick thought entered my head - why should I stay here and wait? Wouldn't it be more fun to follow her and see what she got up to? I had to act quickly. If I were to avoid losing her in the crowd I'd have to leave now. The decision made, I grabbed my camera and closed the door behind me. Once in the crowded street I craned my neck this way and that trying to get a glimpse of my wife. As I looked north along the main street I could just about make out the familiar top of her head. I began to follow quickly ensuring to keep at least fifty yards between the two of us in case she stopped or turned around. As I made my way through the throng of partying revellers, I was amused to see that Carla was not the only person dressed in a fairly outrageous fashion. Men and women alike sported costumes from the sexy to the absolutely ludicrous. I passed one woman that wore only a pair of sheer panties and a peep-hole bra that showed off her large, stiff nipples. She laughed drunkenly as men - presumably complete strangers - stopped to grope and fondle the large, firm orbs. It was difficult not to get distracted, but I managed to tear my eyes away after clicking off a couple of quick photographs and continued to follow Carla. After a couple of minutes I saw my wife stop and begin chatting to a couple of well built coloured men. Neither of them were dressed in a costume and I assumed that they were part of the massive organisational staff that had been hired for the carnival. I watched from a short distance, making sure that I was unable to be seen by them as the trio chatted and laughed. It seemed obvious from the smiles on the two men's faces that Carla had lost no time in telling them exactly what she wanted! I wondered briefly if she would want to take them back to our hotel or if they would just find the closest room they could, but as the three ducked into an alley flanked by closed shops and offices on both sides, I realised that their (or more likely her) passion was not about to be kept waiting a moment longer - My wife was going to allow these two coloured men to ravage her body in a doorway! As they disappeared into the alley I tried to follow as quickly as I could. But there were more and more people on the street now. Bare breasted girls sat atop their boyfriend's shoulders and sang drunkenly; couples laughed and pointed at wildly dressed students as they cavorted down the street and older men (such as myself) ogled the bare flesh on any passing female. Suddenly I was grabbed and my face crushed to that of a large, lycra clad woman. Her breath smelled and tasted of stale beer as her lips locked onto mine in a passionate kiss and I could feel her bikini clad breasts being crushed against my own rather small chest. When I was eventually let up for air I expected her to say something, some sort of explanation, but she simply laughed loudly above my head, not even looking at me and immediately moved on to the next waiting male. I felt used and a little dirty by the virtual assault, and what made it worse was that I had lost sight of Carla and her two boys. Pushing past other people going in the opposite direction I eventually made it to the corner where the alley branched off the main street. It was a little quieter here and I could just make out the sound of Carla's hushed groans coming from a doorway about half way down. Silently I crept along the otherwise deserted passage and finally found a dumpster to hide behind. Carla had not wasted any time - neither had her two new lovers. As I looked over I could plainly see that she had already discarded her black, leather skirt and was standing alongside the shorter of the two coloured men who was trying to slide his hand inside her panties. I clicked off a couple of quick photo's content in the knowledge that, once developed, they would provide me with hours of solo, masturbatory pleasure. My wife and the two black guys were now getting well into things. I could see the look of lust on Carla's face as the shorter man, now with his hand firmly inside her panties, began to slide his long index finger roughly in and out of her wet snatch. The taller man moved forward, obviously not wanting to be left out of the fun and began to massage Carla's titties through the thin fabric of her vest. She leaned back and groaned her hungry lips eagerly searching out the lips of first one and then her other lover as they all kissed with a fierce passion. As their fondling and groping became more urgent I could hear Carla moaning loudly, her cries of passion as she was brought closer and closer to orgasm echoing around the doorway and out into the fading light of the alley. I brought the camera's viewfinder up to my eye and zoomed in on her face just as she began to cum. With her eyes screwed tight shut and her head leaned back onto the bare chest of her taller lover, she looked the picture of the lusty slut! I watched and took more pictures as the two men continued to grope her tits and finger her cunt until it was obvious that she could take little more. But the men were obviously by no means finished with their slut. Both zippers seemed to drop together and I was treated to the sight of the two largest, blackest cocks I had ever seen. Both men were enormous! Presented with her favourite toys, Carla seemed to suddenly awaken and get her second wind. Her hands greedily cupped each of her lovers hanging balls and then quickly began to massage their shafts as they began to swell and expand to huge, full erections. Adjusting my pants briefly as I took another picture, I realised that the two black men were not the only ones to become excited - I had a hard-on that was pressing urgently against my underwear. I hesitated for a moment and then almost laughed out loud; here was my wife, half naked and openly masturbating two large coloured men in the street. Taking my cock out and giving myself a good squeeze seemed the obvious thing to do. Being quiet didn't seem to matter anymore now; the noise from the main street was almost deafening and I assumed the parade had started. My zipper down and my belt undone, I let my pants and shorts drop to the floor while keeping the camera steady with my other hand. I grasped myself as I watched Carla continue to masturbate her smiling lovers and I tried to imitate her hand movements on my own, solid tool. The feelings as the light breeze played over my cock and balls was simply wonderful and I had to stop every now and then to avoid splashing my seed onto the concrete floor of the alleyway. Continuing to watch my wife's debauchery, I could now see that she was being gently forced down onto her knees in front of the taller of her lovers. Her red vest had now been discarded along with her soaked panties and lay strewn on the ground with her skirt. I smiled to myself. I knew this to be her favourite position. She would need very little coaxing, there's nothing she likes more than a mouthful of big, hard cock! The taller man laughed at something I couldn't hear and as Carla sank to her knees amongst the dirt and trash in the alley, he held his long, turgid penis out for her adulation. And idolise it she did. Her fingers crept out towards the thick black snake and stroked lovingly along the underside. Her lover groaned loudly and I'm sure I saw his tool grow yet another inch. Her mouth opened in a display of wanton lust as she bent her head and approached the monster. And then, suddenly she was on him. He greedy mouth devouring as many inches of his cock-head and shiny black shaft as she could fit in. She gurgled and gagged as her lover bunched her curly hair into his fists and tried to force himself into her throat. It were as if she was a willing victim of an oral rape, if there could be such a thing, and her eyes began to water as her throat eventually relaxed enough for the head of his cock to squeeze itself into the tight confines of her windpipe. I have watched Carla give head on many occasions, and sometimes been the lucky recipient of her oral talents myself, but this was the biggest job I had ever seen her take on. I watched with a smile on my face as the big black face-fucked her with ever increasing strokes, although I loved her dearly and she was indeed the centre of my world, as I saw her struggle with the massive meat, I couldn't help just a little gloat over the times she had humiliated me in front of her past lovers. While Carla's throat was being used in such a brutal manner, the shorter of the men stood by idly playing with his tool and keeping the large appendage stiff and ready. He was verbally urging his friend on with comments such as "Fuck the bitch's face, man"; "stick it down her throat" and "make the slut swallow all you got!" This sort of verbal stimulation seemed to have the desired effect, not only on the taller man but also on my wife as well. Carla gurgled again deep in her throat and looked up into the eyes of her oral lover. She could see he was about to cum and didn't want to miss a drop. With a lunge and a deep guttural cry the big man unloaded his balls. I trained the camera and again zoomed in, snapping first the expression on his face and then the action lower down as his cum began to bulge in Carla's throat. She tried to swallow as fast as she could but suddenly gagged and spluttered, the big, twitching cock slipping out of her mouth and gushing it's hot, sexual contents onto her face and breasts. Once his friend had moved away from Carla, his big dick wilting and dripping cum and saliva, the shorter lover seemed unwilling to wait any longer for his turn to use my wife's exhausted looking body. By this time I was jerking my own meat hard and fast as I strained to keep the camera steady, and knew full well that I was likely to cum very soon. The shorter guy suddenly stooped and put his arms around Carla helping her to her feet. Naked but for the red stockings, she looked tired but still very horny and she reached up to kiss her lover. As their tongues entwined, the strong man reached down and grasped her thighs pulling them wider and wider apart. I saw my wife's juicy pussy glisten wetly in the half light and held my breath. I tugged once more on my cock and felt my balls twitch. I knew I was cumming and had to bite my tongue to stop from crying out as I shot my load against the side of the dirty, yellow dumpster. My eyes opened and returned to the scene of lust as soon as I could get my breath back. Carla's lover had now got a hold of her thighs and was bodily lifting her up into the air. Her arm went around him and lightly stroked the bulging muscles in his arms as they swelled to support her weight. Up and up he lifted her until her butt was well clear of his throbbing tool. Then, slowly he lowered her. Carla seemed to know exactly what to do and as her body slowly fell she reached down and grasped the hard meat of his tool, guiding it into her wet cunt. "Ahhhh God! Fuck me you big stud!...fuck me!...fuck me!...fuck me!" Carla was screaming out her excitement, seemingly unconcerned that anyone should hear or see her. Her lover seemed only to happy to oblige and held her in mid air, legs akimbo as he rammed his throbbing cock into her pussy over and over again. "Mmmm this white bitch got a nice wet cunt, man!" he grunted to his friend as he continued to ram himself into Carla's body. "Gonna cum soon...soon...real soon, my li'l slut!" "I want to taste you as well." cried Carla through another shattering orgasm. "Let me taste you..please?" As if on cue, Carla's lover almost dropped her to the floor. She slithered down his sweat dampened body and collapsed in a heap amongst her clothes. The black man stood above her, his eyes screwed tight shut as he worked his pussy-juice stained cock slowly between his long fingers. "Sit up bitch and open your mouth. Be a good little whore so I can unload my cum into your mouth!" Carla obeyed instantly and sat up with her back straight and her cum stained tits standing out in front of her. I noticed that her nipples were still hard and marvelled at her ability to stay horny for so long. Her mouth hung open in a display of wanton lust as her lover stood over her frantically jerking himself towards his climax. Suddenly, with a cry of satisfaction, he unleashed a huge torrent of semen. I watched as the sticky, white fluid arced through the air and splashed obscenely onto my wife's face. Again she tried to swallow, but the love juice just kept on coming and coming as her lover fisted his foreskin up and down his greasy shaft. This time Carla collapsed completely, almost fainting it seemed to me. I waited for a few minutes just to ensure that she was actually going to regain consciousness and the two men hadn't fucked her to death! Slowly but surely she came round, a huge smile on her cum stained face. A sudden panic overcame me: the alley was a dead end. The only way the men and Carla could get out was the way they had come in - past me! I waited until they had begun rearranging their clothes and, tucking my wilted member back into my shorts and quickly pulling up my pants, I sneaked back out into the main street. The parade was almost upon me as I re-emerged a little breathless, into the throng of partying people. Their mood hadn't changed - apart from most revellers becoming a little more drunk! I saw the large woman who had kissed me earlier. Her breasts were even bigger than I recalled and I half thought about approaching her. But then I heard voices from behind me. I knew it was Carla and her new friends and, still not wanting to be discovered, quickly made my way back to the hotel. Once sat again on the big double bed, it was only a few minutes before I heard Carla's key in the door. "Hello, Frank. My, you look a little out of breath. I hope you haven't been doing anything that I would disapprove of!" She smiled at me. There was a strange look on her face. Did she know something that I didn't? Or did she just think she did?