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Masquerade

By: Angelique



Each year, I attend the Masquerade Ball, a huge party that attracts elite people in the area. We could be sure of the most exquisite food and wine imaginable. The costumes were phenomenal, with an exuberant array of varying style.

This was my year to titillate the guests. For once, I wanted all eyes on me so I didn't just blend in with the wallpaper as I had done the last several years. Often times, my clients viewed me as a nerdy college grad. But this year would be different. Even though nobody would ever really know that I was behind the mask, it would give me great satisfaction knowing that I was the queen of the ball.

I chose a unique outfit, suitable for my long, slender figure. It was a sheer black silky-textured dress, held together by a thick belt tied around my waist, and decorated with simulated diamonds throughout. At the top of the dress, was a gem-studded collar similar to a choker, while below the collar, the bodice opened up into a revealing front, exposing modest cleavage, before dipping down below my navel where one tiny little button held the left and right sides together. The bottom portion of the dress was slit right up the middle to my crotch, revealing my thigh highs and lace panties when I walked.

To complete my composition, I applied a generous amount of ivory powder to my face, then traced my eyes with a thin line of liquid black eyeliner and deepened my long eyelashes with a thick coat of mascara. A smudge of dark gray and onyx eyeshadows gave my eyes a smoky cast. Rosy red rouge accentuated my naturally contoured cheekbones and crimson lipstick offset my amazing smile. To complete the ensemble, I donned a jet-black wig, with tiny, spiraled curls that cascaded down to my hips. Even if I didn't have the mask to hide my face, nobody would ever recognize me. I only wore make-up on special occasions, and never to work.

I admired myself in the mirror, pulling the lower opening of the dress back to appreciate my freshly shaved body, then letting it fall back into place. The black dress fit my body like a glove, emphasizing my curves in all the right places. Heads would turn when I walked into the mansion this evening.

I grabbed the hand-held mask from my dresser and slid on my black heels before whisking out the door. John, my limousine driver, stood outside waiting patiently. As I exited the old home, I could see that my appearance knocked him on his ass, so to speak. His mouth dropped open and his eyes popped out of his head as he just stood there. I gazed into his eyes and asked if he was planning on gawking at me all night, or perhaps he could open the door, as he was being paid to do.

Struggling to regain his composure, he fumbled for the door. I slid into the seat and waited for him to drive away. Finally, John made his way into the limo and began to drive. I'm amazed that he didn't wreck the car because his eyes didn't appear to be on the road at all. I considered giving him a show, but decided to wait until after the party to fuck him without a time limit. John and I enjoy a wonderful no-strings relationship. Whenever either of us felt frisky and was alone, we could go to the other for a bit of pleasure. Yet, we were still both free to pursue other interests. Yes, indeed, John would be able to savor my succulent body later.

I sat back in the car, imagining John off duty in his tight leather pants and vest. He knew it was my favorite outfit and that I became more aroused when he wore the vest without a shirt underneath, exposing his shaved chest and smooth washboard stomach. He was much taller than I and could easily crush me with his muscular arms, but was always gentle, yet firm with his embrace. Occasionally, he would throw his earring in for me to play with as I teased his ear with my tongue. He had a direct channel of nerves from his ear to his modest cock; the more I teased his ear, the more aroused he became.

Laughter broke my reverie, announcing we had arrived at the end of a long, winding drive, stopping in front of the home. I could see a steady stream of people walking in. John pulled up in front of the main entrance, walked around to open my door and took my hand, helping me from the limo. Just as I had predicted, all eyes were on me with my sexy little outfit. I walked seductively into the mansion, carefully holding the mask to my face. I don't think anyone realized who I was, which was fine by me. The more mysterious I remained, the more excited I became.

Once inside the beautiful palace, I worked my way over to the bar and was handed a glass of champagne. "Thank you," I said to the bartender in a deep, raspy, seductive voice. I had been taking voice lessons for years and fluctuated my tone to a near replica of Kathleen Turner's erotic melody. I can't say for sure, but I swear the bartender was a tad turned on. Several people standing within earshot overheard us and stopped chatting, turning their attention to me. I could feel myself becoming more aroused as their eyes penetrated my body. But, I had to keep myself under control, for John would certainly be expecting me to be hot and ready for him when we got back home.

I slid away from the bar and meandered over to the ballroom. Upon entering the doorway, once again, heads turned. I spotted several clients of mine, very prestigious lawyers, standing near the band. As I waltzed over to them, Jackson, an older gentleman in his mid-fifties, literally stopped talking in mid-sentence, his jaw dropped wide. I brushed up against his arm and introduced myself as "Felicia."

After a moment of silence, he stuttered, "N-nice to meet you Felicia. My name is uh, um...Jackson...Jackson Meeker. This is Paul...uh...Rosen, and our accountant, Thomas Warren." I smiled, held out my hand and watched, as they all moved to grab it at the same time. "Nice to meet you gentlemen," I said with a slight chuckle. Oh what fun I was having now!

Jackson, who was the more prominent one in the group, began making small talk, while the others intently listened. At least they appeared to be listening. My guess is they were so stunned by my appearance that they couldn't hear a word we were saying. "So, Felicia, to what do we owe the honor of your attention this evening?" Paul finally chirped in.

"Well, Paul, I couldn't help but notice the three most attractive gentlemen in the building and absolutely HAD to come over and introduce myself." That comment raised a few eyebrows. Each one of them appeared to be scheming on how to bed me before the night was over.

I had already decided on Jackson, though. He was, in my opinion, the more handsome of the three, and I was willing to lay bet that he would be the best fuck of the evening.

I wanted desperately to feel Jackson pumping into my ass. Sure, oral sex is nice, but anal sex is so much more intense. I could get off on anal sex alone, with no added stimulation.

My thoughts went back to John, momentarily. I knew he wanted to have me this evening and I had considered giving myself to him unused. But, he had had sloppy seconds on several other occasions, and since I was becoming more and more aroused, I decided that he would just have to deal with it tonight.

I focused intently on Jackson, intentionally rubbing my chest against his arm. Occasionally I would glance down to his crotch, and after a while, noticed the bulge in his trousers. My mouth was watering as I imagined how his cock would soon feel in my mouth and up my ass.

The band began playing a slow song, so I pulled on Jackson's arm, directing him towards the dance floor. "Dance with me, handsome," I dared him. He handed his drink to Thomas and walked with me towards the center of the dance floor. As we made our way through the crowd, everyone moved back slightly, forming a narrow aisle for us until we reached the center. From the corner of my eye, I could see several women slapping their husbands as they feasted their eyes upon my body. Jackson had a proud look on his face as he wrapped one arm around my waist, placing the other gently in my hand. I couldn't keep holding the mask up in this posture, so our grip wrapped around the rhinestone wand and he looked on my bare face for the first time this evening.

Suddenly, he pulled me into him. I could feel the length of his cock against my stomach and ribcage, indicating his arousal. Bending down to place a soft kiss on my cheek, he whispered, "You are the most amazing creature I've ever seen." A chill raced down my spine as I moved my hand to his ass and told him he could have me whenever he was ready. I could feel his prick jump as the words rolled off my tongue. That was the invite he was hoping for, perhaps, praying for.

When the slow song came to an end, he led me from the dance floor, out the ballroom doors and over to his limousine. As the driver opened the door Jackson told him to drive around town, not to stop anywhere. "As you wish, sir," the driver said in a monotone voice. He reminded me of Lurch, very tall, very broad shouldered, with an amazingly deep voice that had no fluctuations in it. I silently laughed to myself as I wondered if his body size was any indication of his prick size, then shook off the thought and stepped into the oversized vehicle. Jackson followed me in and instantly rolled up the smoked glass partition, sealing us in privacy.

Before Lurch even turned the key in the ignition, Jackson was all over me. I carefully pushed him away, indicating that I would be the one in charge for now. He grinned and began removing his tie and cummerbund. I leaned into him and gently unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his deeply tanned bare chest. The man didn't have an inch of body hair on his chest, which was a major turn-on. My groin began to stir as I stroked my nails across his chest. A long sigh escaped his mouth. Then Lurch began to drive.

My tongue traced his muscular chest and teased his erect nipples as I unzipped his pants, releasing his cock from its wrappings. As I slipped his erection from his trousers, I realized just how big it was. I gasped and said "Oh my!" Jackson just eased back in his seat, allowing me better access to his rod. My hand barely fit around the shaft as I teased it into my mouth, slowly taunting him with my tongue. I traced his swollen mushroom head with the hardened tip of my tongue, then ran it down his member. I could feel the ripples of protruding veins along his shaft as I licked back up to his head, circling the flared edge before flicking my tongue across the tip, delving into the tiny pee-hole.

Pre-cum oozed from his huge piece and I lapped it up before forcing his throbbing meat into my mouth. My dripping mouth allowed me to force him deep into my throat. I was accustomed to deep throating men, and only on occasion would I gag. I found that if I took a deep breath before forcing my head down on a guy, I wouldn't choke. The tight walls of my throat gripped his prick and I slowly worked it out, teasing his shaft with my tongue as it passed back through my lips, leaving a trail of saliva behind.

At this point, I was so aroused that I wanted to feel him forcefully enter my ass. I pulled away from him slowly and hiked up my dress. I bent over and pulled my panties to one side, revealing my well-rounded bottom. As I peeked over my shoulder and shot him a sultry look, he knew what I wanted. I spread my cheeks and eased back into him, gently sitting on his erection. My sphincter relaxed as I felt him press the head of his cock against the opening of my warm tunnel.

"Oh God, YES," I cried. My hole opened wide, then gripped onto his flesh as I thrust my weight down on top of his lap. "Felicia, you are SO tight!" he whispered, breathing heavily on my neck. "I must confess, I've never fucked a woman's ass before." I just chuckled and continued. Feeling him rise into me forced a wave of orgasm to sweep across my body. I began pumping my ass on his cock, increasing my pace. His mighty organ stroked the inner passages in precisely the most sensitive spots to produce involuntary and overwhelming explosions in my genitals. Jackson's hands grabbed onto my hips, impaling his organ deep into my ass as I came in my panties.

Juices dripped from my crotch, moistening his thighs as I felt his orgasm begin. His cock twitched several times while my inner muscles gripped onto him. Then his eruption began, spurting several large loads into my bowels. His upper body lurched forward as my inner walls milked the cum from his prick.

Jackson just sat there, motionless, for several moments, seemingly in shock from his first anal sex experience. Finally, he loosened his grip on my hips and slid his melting cock from my ass. I turned to face him and he planted a deep kiss on my dry mouth. "You, dear lady, were incredible," he said. "We should do this again very soon. Perhaps next time you'll allow me to show you how a man and a woman can make passionate love together." I blushed and spoke softly, "Jackson, I'm afraid this was a one-time deal. I won't be here in the morning, so just savor this moment, and remember it always."

A look of sadness wiped over his face, but he took the news well. We managed to compose ourselves after he buzzed the driver and told him to take us back to the party. Not another word was said during the drive back. Jackson sat there with his arm around me, in a daze, probably wondering why he wouldn't be seeing me again. He never did ask, though, and I was thankful for that.

We returned to the mansion and Jackson escorted me from his limo. He placed his hands around my face and kissed me, longing for more. As I pulled away from him, he whispered, "Thank you," in my ear. I couldn't look back at Jackson, but felt his piercing eyes as I disappeared into the darkness. Continuing to walk quite a distance, I found John waiting for me outside my limo. He opened the door and helped me in. As he closed the door, I almost felt sorry for Jackson, but knew it was better that he never discover my true identity.

The ride home was long, as John kept his eye on me in the rearview mirror. The way his eyes penetrated my body excited me anew. We pulled in the drive and John lifted me from the limo to carry me into the house.

As he climbed the stairs, he covered me with tiny kisses, causing sexual bolts of energy to surge through my body. I knew that very shortly, I was going to have him in a way that I could never have Jackson.

John placed me gently on the bed and began undressing himself. He spoke softly, "So, did you fuck any unsuspecting gentlemen this evening?" I thought for a moment before answering him. "Yes, darling, just one," I answered. "And?" he questioned.

As I pulled the dress from my body and removed the jelly-filled cups from my chest, my mind re-played the events that transpired with Jackson. I eased out of my damp panties, freeing my own genitals from the flesh-colored tape before answering him. "The gentleman will never really know who he fucked this evening, but he certainly did enjoy it," I said, as I spread my legs exposing my own erect cock, sending an unspoken invitation for John to molest my body. And that's exactly what he did, too!

(c) Copyright, 2000 by Lydia Loveland, Ohio, USA - All Rights Reserved Not for distribution or publication without prior written permission of the author

Masquerade



I was walking along the path that circled the lake behind my house. It was a quiet October evening just before sunset, the sky was a really beautiful painting-like color. The temperature was cooling off to around the fifty-degree mark, no mistake that fall was in the air. 

As I walked, I took in the sweet sound  of leaves rustling around and under my feet, I looked down and marveled at the way each of them, so  different, looked as though they had been freshly painted from a colorful palette of bright oranges and  reds. I walked this trail almost every evening and jogged it in the mornings to keep my young body firm  and in shape. I loved the tranquility and the availability offered to me to think of all life's little things as I  walked. 

I had approached the halfway point for my second time around, the sun had by now completely  departed the upper horizon of our world, and darkness now replaced the once colorful sky. I looked up  and sighed at the beautiful stars, so bright, and looking down on me like a million eyes of angels. The  sight as usual was breathtaking. I continued walking and as I approached an area of the path, that had a  scattering of picnic tables and benches, I saw a few friends of mine from the neighborhood sitting  around laughing and giggling. There was Jeanine, a cute little brunette who I had known for about 7  years, Mark, a nice looking but troublesome type of guy, Tim, a hottie I had gone out with a couple  times, and a black guy I didn't know, they later introduced me too as Leon. They all hollered out their  hellos and greetings, and gave me hugs, I love the hugs. 

I did the lady like thing and shook Leon's hand  when they introduced us. They were all so giggly I just knew they had done something. Sure enough  about that time, Mark took out a joint and lit it up…"Time for another?" he asked. "So that's why you  are all so weird tonight," I said laughing. I sat up on one of the picnic tables casually talking with them  all. About an hour passed as I watched my friends get even more stoned and stupid acting by the  minute. I didn't mind as I thought they were quite the comedy crew. Even though I don't smoke  anything, even cigarettes I have never had any interest in, I don't care who does what. I am very open to  pretty much anything. I just don't get too close to anyone doing stuff like that. 

Tim came over and sat  down next to me and we started small talk, pretty much in our own little world. I wasn't paying much  attention to the other three, now delirious potheads, I call friends. Tim had always been so sweet to me,  we had known each other for some time. He has always tried to get me to be his steady girlfriend, but I  had never wanted to be serious with anyone at the time. We had gone out a couple times though, and  always had lots of fun, ending the date making out, but nothing ever further. He was a gorgeous guy with  a slight muscular tone, dark complexion and hair, bright blue eyes, and one of the sexiest asses I have  ever seen on a guy. He was the type of guy my Mom had always told me to be careful around. 

I  jumped up and walked towards the lake, taking Tim's hand in mine. The lake was like a mirror, you  could actually see the stars in the motionless water. And the moon that lit up the entire area like a big  spotlight sparkled across the lake. We walked aimlessly along the waters' edge for about twenty  minutes or so. He asked me to go to a Halloween Masquerade Party with him. I had heard all about this  party, it was supposed to be huge. My best friend Lisa and I had talked earlier in the week about going  to it with dates, we just didn't know with which guy. I had been asked by a few people to go. I told Tim  I would let him know. What girl wouldn't want to be seen with a gorgeous guy like this, I thought to  myself. We slowly made our way back to the picnic table. Suddenly, an outburst filled the almost silent  night. 

As we walked closer to the source of the squeal, the moans became more and more evident with  each step. We both stopped in our tracks about ten feet from Jeanine, Mark, and Leon. I turned  quickly to walk the other way, but Tim stopped me. He asked me what was wrong with what was going  on, I said, "Nothing, but we shouldn't just sit and watch, it looks kind of private" He quickly replied,  "Private? Out here, knowing we were here, they couldn't care about privacy". I looked at him and then  to the three and the sexual frenzy taking place before my eyes. I looked away again. Something though  just kept drawing my eyes back to that scene even though my eyes almost couldn't believe what they  were seeing. Jeanine was on all fours on top of the picnic table, her skirt was pushed up onto her back.  She was holding Marks hard cock in her hands as Leon thrust his huge black tool in and out of her from  behind. With each thrust she squealed loudly. 

I was stunned and mesmerized all at the same time. I  found my mind telling me to leave, to just walk away, but I was unable to. I looked at Marks thick  rippling dick in Jeanines' tiny hand…every now and then she would concentrate enough to pump her  hand up and down the length of his shaft. I then would look at Leon's black cock sliding in and out of  her. I had never ever seen a black boy naked before and certainly have never seen a black cock. From  where Tim and I stood, the moonlight lit up the area enough to see a lot of detail. Leon was moving  back and forth at a pretty fast pace, but still a portion of his thick cock would glisten from wetness in the  moonlight with each withdrawal, and I would catch a glimpse just before it plunged back in Jeanines wet  sheath. I had no idea how long it was but it brought a squeal out of Jeanine with every thrust. 

Tim came  up behind me and wrapped his arms around me holding me tightly. He whispered in my ear "Is this hot  or what?" I could barely mumble a single word. He pressed against me tightly. I could tell he was  enjoying the show at hand by the lump in his pants pressing against my back. I could actually feel his  manhood throb every now and then. My mind wondered briefly at how his cock would look and how  large it was. My own curiosity ended with yet another squeal and loud moan from Jeanine. She was  now plunging her mouth up and down on Marks fat cock in synch with the man meat fucking her  furiously from behind. I gazed at Mark's cock. It was nice and thick, not very long but thick. Jeanine's  lips were stretched tightly around the girth. Her cheeks puffed out each time his flesh disappeared into  her mouth. She was bobbing her head up and down at a very fast pace now. Mark lifted his butt up off  the picnic table, thrusting his flesh into Jeanine's hungry mouth. Leon was plowing her forward pounding  into her pussy. She was moaning loudly now, mixed with the deep groans of Mark and Leon. 

After  about ten minutes the guys switched places. I watched as Leon pulled his slick dark pole out of Jeanine  and went to her face. Mark positioned himself behind her. I watched as Leon took his big black dick  and rubbed the slippery tip all over her face and lips. His cock was big, a good eight inches and fairly  thick. Glistening from the moonlight, the veins stuck out so visibly. I knew now why she squealed with  each thrust. I was transfixed to the scene before me, oblivious to the world around me, even oblivious to  the throbbing cock against my back. Every now and then I would come back to reality feeling it against  me. Tim was holding me very tight now. I felt that familiar feeling of excitement building inside me. I was  wet and my nipples were extremely hard. I tried to hide my arousal from Tim the best I could, so I  didn't get into a situation that was too far carried away. My breathing alone, heavy and deep would  have been a dead give away however, one I couldn't quite hide. 

Leon leaned back on his hands as  Jeanine licked up and down the underside of his shaft. She then sucked a ball into her mouth and he  moaned very loudly. First one, then the other. Then she consumed the head of his cock between her lips  and sucked inch by inch of him into her mouth, stopping obviously when the tip nudged the entrance to  her throat. She held him there not moving. By Leon's moans her tongue was working him over. Mark  was behind her holding onto her hips, then suddenly she screamed out loudly. I jumped from her sudden  painful wail. My eyes widened. I instinctively looked to see if anyone was around. Then my glare shot  back to Jeanine. Mark held onto her hips very tightly and yelled out how "tight her little asshole was".  

Oh my God, I thought, there is no way. He has his cock up her ass. That thick fleshy pole up her ass? I  could feel her pain. Nothing had ever been there in me, I could not imagine. She released the cock from  her mouth as she again screamed out. "No, no", she pleaded. "Oh my godddd, please take it out, it  hurts" she screamed. Mark just held her there tightly as she fought to move forward and try to remove  him from her. She had no chance as he continued to hold his huge meat inside her ass. By the squirming  and cries for him to stop, I presumed she had never had anything there before either. I was feeling I  should do something but Tim held me tighter, he whispered to me "wait, she will be fine". I watched,  shocked at what was happening. Soon it seemed she relaxed and very slowly Mark began to move.  Very slowly at first, he moved back away from her and then slid back in. Jeanine moaned so loudly  again and again, but gradually lost the sound of pain in her tone. Each time seemed more enjoyable for  her. She released her strangle hold on Leon's poor dick and again took him into her mouth. Mark was  now moving his ass back and forth slowly but consistently. My little ass hurt just from the thought of  having a cock buried there. I almost cringed at the thought. I watched in awe as Jeanine now took that  fat member in and out of her ass like a pro. Her squeals were loud moans now. Marks dick for some  reason looked so much fatter sliding in and out of such a tiny place. 

Tim's hand caught my attention  pulling my eyes from the threesome before me. He grasped my breast firmly massaging my hard nipple  through my clothes. I was undeniably hotter than hot from what I was witnessing and Tim obviously  knew this. Wanting to stop him was my first reaction but instead I closed my eyes and sighed as now  both his hands were on my breasts. I did not want to get into something too deep, I reluctantly pulled  away, he sighed an "awwww". I giggled as I went behind him instead, wrapped my arms around him,  and massaged his chest and stomach. He looked upon the three on the table as my hands drifted  inquisitively lower. I soon reached the waist of his dockers, the belt, the belt loops. I lowered them  further. I nudged up against his hardness, standing up in his pants, begging for release. I ran my pointer  finger across the thick length of his penis and was amazed at how hard it was…like steal. Tim moaned  out loudly at this simple touch. Curiosity was filling my mind. I wanted to know more. 

I grasped his  hardness in my hands and was thrilled at how thick he felt. His hips gyrated ever so slowly at my touch  and another loud groan escaped his lips. I traced the thickness back upward towards his belt. "Oh my" I  thought as my hand felt cock all the way. My tiny fingers reached for the belt and I slowly undid it. Then  the button to the pants I undid. My fingers moved across the top of his pants and felt the tip of his cock  head trying to escape. I slowly reached the zipper and undid his trousers, tooth by tooth, very teasingly  lowering it. I have always loved to be a tease. I think it drives a guy wild to have a foxy gal tease him in  such a way. As agonizing as it seems, guys love it! As soon as the zipper was lowered his huge cock fell  out, almost pouncing out. Hmmm, I thought, no underwear to get in the way. That is so sexy. Tim sighed  in relief at the freedom his flesh just felt and surely at the cool air that encircled his hot skin. My hands  wasted no time in grasping the hardened situation. I tenderly wrapped my fingers around his shaft, or at  least tried. My fingers could not even go around the whole thickness of his cock. I had never felt a cock  so fat. I had never even known them to be this big. He groaned again as my hand held him, my other  hand joined in and both my hands held his shaft tightly. I released one and reached for his balls. Again I  was stunned as I grabbed the biggest balls I had ever felt. They hung down heavily between his thighs,  like two hairy tangarines. I massaged them gently one at a time. My small hand could not even come  close to holding both of them at once. Again I had no idea guys could be this big. I thought at how  uncomfortable it must be to carry something like this in your pants all day. Suddenly I actually felt sorry  for guys in general. Us women never stop to consider how you must feel with a huge swollen appendage  pressed tightly up against the fabric restraints. 

I slowly moved my hand down the shaft and loved the  rippled feeling I felt on my palm and fingers. It was so hard, so rippled, yet so smooth to the touch. I felt  the veins under my hands, thick and fat. They caused the swollen flesh to ripple even more. I could not  help but wonder how many pussies had actually felt this monster tear into them? How many orgasms  and screams had it caused? I wondered how the hell it could even fit? My mind reeled with so many  scary and yet delicious thoughts. As the thoughts deepened I naturally, not even thinking, begin jerking  Tim off with such enthusiasm. I stroked his huge flesh back and forth faster and faster enjoying more  and more, the feeling of it, the feeling of the skin sliding back and forth over rippled cock. I pondered at  how the walls of my pussy were aching to feel what my hand was now feeling, a cock much fatter than  my entire wrist. And how my ass would be getting pounded by huge dangling heavy balls, on the very  thrusts that only a man can deliver. Suddenly I felt Tim tense up, his cock unbelievably grew even  thicker, I stopped only to hear him yell out "NOooooo, don't stop, please don't stop". I continued to  pound him as good as I possibly could with one small hand. 

I felt him tremble and loudly moan "yesssss,  oh goddddd yessss" Then it happened. With one huge throb, I leaned around to watch, my eyes grew at  the sight of his big beautiful cock, as he exploded from the work of my hand. His white hot come  sprayed so forcefully out of the tip that it shot about five feet forward and splashed to the grass below.  Again he throbbed and again and again. Stream after stringy stream of goo emptied on to the ground.  He came bigger than I had ever heard of or seen anyone do. I felt the steel hardness of his flesh slowly  begin to soften in my still slowly moving hand. His flesh pulsated from the aftermath of a huge orgasm. It  twitched uncontrollably. Soon he was limp, yet still was the largest cock I had ever held in my hand. I  gathered my thoughts just in time to see both Mark and Leon come all over Jeanine. Leon took his cock  from her mouth and with a few quick strokes his come splashed all over her pretty face. At the exact  same time Mark had pulled out of her now tortured ass and squirted his man sauce all over the globes  of her little butt. I could see the come catch the light of the moon, as it coated her skin. Tim kissed me  deeply and said thank you for the way I made him feel. He had put his prized possession away much to  my disappointment. I could have just stared at it curiously for hours. After a little small talk, I told him to  call me about the Party and I took my horny butt home. The walk back around the lake was one that I  had never taken. The pretty stars, the moon, the tranquility, were all gone from my mind. All I saw was  flesh, huge cocks, bodies entangled, screams and moans of pleasure, and powerful orgasms. I greeted  my parents at home with a smile that made them ask if everything was ok. They wondered what took so  long, I just smiled and told them I ran into some friends. The smile on my face felt like it was stuck there.  

After dinner that night I went to my room and ran a nice hot bubble bath. I love to take baths and try to  at least once a day. I lit some scented candles and turned off the bathroom lights. The glow and smell  was absolutely breathtaking. I went into my bedroom and slowly disrobed, thinking of the past couple  hours events. I just giggled and smiled. I stepped up the steps to my bath and stepped into the hot  water. I slowly lay into the bubbles and was quickly enveloped by the very hot water, it took my breath  away momentarily. The bubbles tickled my skin slightly and the difference of the hot water and the cool  air caused my nipples to get hard immediately. I finally lay back and sighed deeply. It felt so good. 

I  closed my eyes and soon had all the images of sex going through my head. I saw Jeanine sucking on one  cock then another, Leons big black cock and Marks fat cock working her into a frenzy, and  Tim…mmmm Tim. My hand went to the throbbing ache between my legs, my pussy was starving for  attention. I rubbed my clit gently and instantly my body went rigid. I slowly worked my middle finger in  between my puffy lips. I was so hot and wet inside. My finger slipped into the tight hole. I was happy at  how tight I was, so very tight. My mind went back to Tim. I wondered how his cock would ever fit in  my tightness. How would it feel if it did fit? I rubbed the insides of my sensitive pussy walls and thought  of how unbelievable it would feel having his massively rippled shaft rubbing me there. A moan escaped  my lips slightly, I plunged the finger in deeper. I arched my back slightly. 

Suddenly I heard a voice, like  it was miles away. "Brandi, Brandi hon" I opened my eyes and saw my Mom standing next to the tub.  My first reaction was to just die of humiliation that I might have just been caught feverishly masturbating  by my Mom. She looked at me with a smile and just softly said, "Nice thoughts?" I felt my face get very  hot! If it wasn't for the candlelight hiding it, I was probably about the shade of a big red apple. I just  nodded and smiled back at her. She said she was just checking on me to make sure I was all right, and  when I hadn't replied she came into my room. My Mom is very young, she had me young, so we are  very close thank God. She is more like a sister to me than a Mom would be. We always go out and  have a blast together, partying, shopping, etc. I keep nothing from her at all. She is absolutely gorgeous,  enough so that friends of mine have commented. Anyway my sex life is not closed to her at all, I tell all.  We have many girl talks, and she knows everything I have encountered. 

I asked if she would wash my  back, and she said sure. I started asking her questions about guys, actually about guys' anatomy. I am  an only child and even though intelligent, I have been quite sheltered sexually. I finally told her about my  encounter with Tim and told her how well endowed he was. I just hadn't expected him to be that big.  She giggled and then said "oh my". I was just concerned about if the moment ever should arise that I  was with someone like that, how would it ever work, and would it hurt and, I had a million questions.  My lovers that I have had, two in all, were quite average, if the six-inch statement is true, they were  average, maybe! Around six inches tops. I had never expected to have a penis in my hand that I  couldn't wrap my fingers around. 

Anyway, she set all my worries and questions straight and I felt so  much better. My dreams that night I must say were very nice, I slept the whole night with a huge smile  on my face I'm sure.  	Weeks had passed and the night had come for the most anticipated party of the year. I had  heard people talk about this bash and tell me I was in for a pleasant surprise. Everyone was allowed to  dress as anything they wanted, the only stipulation was that you had to wear a mask big enough so no  one knew who you were. Just to add to the excitement I guess. 




Masquerade



The firm my husband works for was having a party, it was to be a fancy dress masked ball. He wanted me to go as a French Tart, he had brought home the outfit and at first I had protested but he persuaded me to 'at least try it on'. 

Well I did and I have never felt so wicked in all my life. Black high heeled shoes and black fishnet stockings, red suspenders and panties and matching bra, the bra was that 'cut away' that it only just covered my nipples. A mini skirt that was level with my stocking tops and had splits up to the waistband on both sides. A red & black striped top that had a deep neckline but the bottom only just covered my breasts, and of course, a black beret. 

"I can't go out in this!" I said to my husband Tom. 

"Of course you can. Doesn't it make you feel good?" 

"Well.... Yes... But..." 

"Doesn't it make you feel sexy?" 

"...and wicked... and slutty... but I can't... I just can't...." 

"You'll be the Belle of the Ball; you'd like that wouldn't you." 

Well, to cut a long story short, he talked me into it, truth be told I wanted him to 'talk me into it' so I wouldn't feel that I was to blame. But one thing he talked me into, that I wasn't very happy about, was to leave off my bra & panties. Persuasive as ever, he convinced me that only being 19, I was firm enough not to need the bra and without panties, he could have a discrete play with my pussy whilst we danced. So that is how I was to go to the ball. 

He was going as an Arab, his outfit looked just like an ordinary one, except the front was like a wrap over skirt. From the waist on down was completely open, only the fact that it was wrapped over slightly, stopped anyone from noticing. When I asked why the opening, he said in case we felt frisky, he could lift up my little skirt and 'take me' without anyone noticing. With this in mind and the way I was dressed, I was feeling quite 'horny'. 

An hour before we where to leave for the party, my husband phoned me and said that he would be delayed at work and that I was take a taxi to the party and he would follow me on there as soon as he could. I did as instructed and went to the party alone, I didn't really know anyone anyway, but the fact that they where all wearing masks just made me feel more alone. A few men asked me to dance and probably because of the way hat I was dressed, they took liberties and tried to grope me but I soon put them in their place. 

I'd had a few drinks and just wandered around. Then I came upon the library, there where no lights on, except for the lights over the snooker table. I went in and was quite amused to see Napoleon play snooker against Julius Caesar. There was a Grand Piano and I went and stood at the end of it, leaning on it as I watched the men playing snooker. Just then I saw my husband, in his Arab outfit, come in to the library. He walked around the back of the piano and came up behind me. He slid his arms around my waist and kissed my neck. He walked me backwards until we where behind the piano, lent me forward so that both my arms where resting on top of it. He raised my mini skirt and then I felt his hard cock slide along the crack of my bottom, under me and push it's way into my pussy. I felt really excited that he was doing this in the same room as the 2 men playing snooker. Admittedly they where so engrossed in their game that they didn't notice what we where doing but the fact that they where there, made me feel decadent and slutty. 

My husband reached around with one hand and started to play with my clit, with his other hand he caressed my breasts and played with my nipples. He soon had me squirming and panting. I could feel his cock going faster and faster in and out of my pussy, I knew he would soon be coming and I was almost there myself. I heard him moan and could feel his cock squirt his hot spunk into me. This took me over the top and I started to cum as well. 

Conscious that there where other people in the room, I tried as best I could to stifle my moans. But not good enough, I caught the attention of Napoleon & Julius Caesar. They came over to us just as my husband was taking his cock out of me. I went to straighten up but my husband gripped the back of my neck and held me down leaning on the piano. Napoleon got behind me and I felt his cock slide into me, it went in very easy with all my husbands spunk inside my pussy. Julius Caesar started to play with my breasts and the sexual feelings started to glow inside me again. What with the drinks and the lovely fucking I'd had with my husband and the fact that he was letting these strange men 'have me', well why not. What the hell, I'd always been a faithful wife, I'd had offers, been chatted up but had always refused. Well tonight, to hell with being a 'good girl', I wanted to be a slut. 

It didn't take Napoleon long to cum, I felt him thrusting into me violently as his spunk filled my insides. I looked around and noticed that my husband had left the room. Just then I felt Julius Caesar taking over, he soon had his cock into my overflowing pussy. It didn't take him long to ad his spunk to my pussy full, in fact I was so full I could feel it running down my thighs. When he had finished, Julius Caesar said that there was a small bathroom at the back of the library if I wanted to clean myself up. 

After I'd freshened up I came out of the library and into the main hall, just then the front door opened and in walked...... my husband Tom, wearing his Arab outfit but with an overcoat on top. I rushed up to him to ask where he'd been to, but he was full of apologies for being late, he'd been held up at the office.

"But... but I saw you here before...." I blurted. 

"Oh that will have been young Jeff, you know Jeff, works in my office. That's a funny thing, Jeff, Andy & Tony weren't going to come to the party. I was trying to persuade them, telling them what a lovely time they would have but it wasn't until I described our outfits that they took any notice." 

"You told them what I would be wearing? That I'd be dressed like a tart?" I asked. 

"Yes, That seemed to do the trick. That's when they decided to come. Jeff asked me where I was getting my Arab outfit from as he said he liked the idea of dressing like that." 

"I'll bet he did." 

"There they are now, over at the bar." said Tom pointing.

"I'll go over and say hello to them." I said and started to rush over to them. 

"I'll just hang up my coat and follow you over." shouted Tom. 

I walked up to them and seeing the silly grins on their faces I almost screamed at them "You bastards, you slimy no good bastards!" 

They all laughed and Jeff said "But you have got to admit that you enjoyed it."

That's what made me so mad at them, I had enjoyed it. I had enjoyed being used by them. Jeff winked at me and said "Before your husband gets here, can we make arrangements for next Wednesday. He's out of town on business trip and will be away overnight, maybe even two nights?" 

"You bastards!" I said through clenched teeth. "OK. But phone Tuesday daytime." Just then Tom joined us. The rest of the evening the 3 guys took turns dancing with me and feeling me up. They introduced me to a few other guys from their office who also danced with me and groped me. And ever since then, every time Tom is away on business, several guys visit me but they still insist on wearing the Masquerade masks. It does make it more exciting as I am never sure who is fucking me. 



Masquerade



The scene before Liana could have come straight out of a fantasy tale. She saw a myriad of familiar characters and legends, and she stood there trying to recognize her friends. A cheeky pinch of her bottom caused her to spin around and be faced with Dracula, trying ever so hard to woo the lusty French maid before him. Liana playfully let him bite her neck before going to get herself a drink. 

As she descended the stairs Liana became painfully aware of how short and revealing her maid's costume was. She noticed Zorro and his mates trying to peer up her skirt, and declined an offer to tickle Prince Charming with her feather duster. By this stage Liana had spotted one of her friends, dressed as Fred Flintstone. She allowed a pilot to pour her a drink and made her way over to 'Fred' and his posse, hoping he would be able to enlighten her as to who was hiding behind a few more of these costumes. They stood there for an hour or so, talking and drinking, with Liana being introduced to a fireman and a sailor, before deciding the room was getting a little too stuffy, and they made their way to the backyard.

As they sat in a quiet corner of the yard Liana shared a secret with her newfound friends, telling them she got so hot for men in uniform she would fantasise about them almost constantly, and even though they weren't really men who wore those uniforms for a living, she would still have her wicked way with them any day. Being a little tipsy, Liana didn't notice the quick nod of agreement the two men gave each other, and was a slightly surprised when the sailor said "I'll let you suck my cock if I can watch you suck his first." 

Liana thought about this briefly, although the combined forces of alcohol and hot men in uniforms made the decision for her as she sunk to her knees and released the fireman's bulging cock from his trousers. Her tongue gently worked its way over his silken shaft, stopping to massage his slit before enveloping the head of his cock in her warm mouth. She heard him groan as she slid more of that glorious cock into her mouth, taking him as far as she could, before easing back and starting over again. Liana was vaguely aware of the sailor lifting her skirt to get a clear view of her ass as she gently sucked on the fireman's balls, taking them in her mouth while her hands massaged his cock. The sailor stood there stroking his cock and watching that fine ass as Liana brought the fireman to the brink before opening her mouth to catch his wonderful salty load. She swallowed every last drop and opened her mouth, eagerly awaiting the next man in uniform.

Liana gasped as the sailor stood before her. His cock was easily the biggest she had seen, and she wasn't sure if she would be able to take it all. She ran her tongue over his balls, and gently blew on his shaft, teasing him in every way she knew before she attempted to suck on that long prick. She opened her mouth and slid over his cock, taking about half of it before she backed off to suck on his head. Liana felt his hands on the back of her head, encouraging her to take more of it in her mouth and she obliged, sliding it in until she was teasing him with the entrance to her throat. As she tried to back off, strong hands gently held her there, while that huge cock slid further into her mouth. She gagged as the cock attempted to push its way into her throat, and tried to pull away from it but to no avail. Liana knelt there as the sailor started fucking her face with his prick, each thrust forcing slightly more into her throat. She gagged again and felt tears coming to her eyes from the sheer effort involved, listening as the fireman cheered his mate on.

She started to like the sensation of being used, and relaxed a little as she began to enjoy the face fucking. As she relaxed her throat opened up, finally allowing the full length of the sailor's cock into her mouth. Liana heard him groan as his cock swelled, shooting that load straight into her stomach. He held it there until it went limp, before moving over to allow the next person a go at that wonderful mouth. 

Liana didn't have time to protest as the pilot shoved his prick in her mouth. She hadn't noticed him standing there earlier, watching her throat as it bulged with the sailor's cock inside it. She sucked on that cock, then opened her mouth and knelt there with her tongue out as the pilot pulled out and shot his load all over her face. 

One of the men threw her a paper towel, and told her she'd better get cleaned up before word gets around that some slut was offering blowjobs to people. Liana gently wiped her face and hair, thinking about what they had just said. She wasn't really a slut, was she? It wasn't like she had actually fucked these guys or anything, and surely sucking cock didn't count towards working out the slut factor. Liana decided not to find out what defined a slut, and quickly left the party. 

The next day she lay in bed, fingering her wet pussy as she reminisced about the night before. 'One cock doesn't count towards being a slut,' she decided, 'but three in a row on the same night does' and Liana came harder than she ever had before.



Masquerade



Lars and I had planned this vacation for months; I'd been looking forward to revisiting San Francisco and spending time with my old friend Teddy. Lars had business come up at the last minute, but suggested I still go alone. I left the cool crisp air and blazing colors of Midwestern autumn and jetted to catch the morning fog still clinging in ghostly wisps to the shoreline hillsides. Teddy, of course insisted I stay at her place, saying it would be like old times and that she'd lined up fun things to do while I was here, like a masquerade party. She even promised to take care of the costumes, so how could I say no? 

I remembered the old times vividly; we'd been friends in high school and then rented an apartment together. As room mates I had often lain in my bed listening to the sounds of passion she and her many male admirers made in the next room. Of Polynesian lineage, she was truly an exotic beauty, totally at ease with her own sensuality. She had waist long, deep mahogany hair, wide hips, and almond shaped golden brown eyes. She had invited me to join the fun in her room a number of times, but the farthest I'd gotten was the doorway, where I stood watching the shifting forms in the darkened room for a moment before stumbling back to my own bed. I'd felt guilty for listening, imagining and resorted to masturbating, caught in a web of my own fears. 

The night of the party we started off drinking wine and toking, lounging around in our robes and laughing at old memories while vintage 70's music flowed. Around 8, Teddy finally said it was time to get ready and I followed her into her room where I saw 2 costumes laid out on the bed and between them a green crystal orb with a golden chain attached. As I removed my robe and turned to hang it over the back of the chair I was startled as Teddy's fingertips outlined the hummingbird tattoo on my shoulder blade then traced shivers down my spine to the dragon low in the small of my back and over to the raven on my hip. 'I can see you have gotten a bit braver over the years. Yes, I think you are finally ready and hungry enough to let go of your fears and fully explore your sexuality,' she murmured. 

We helped each other get into our costumes, gentle hands on sensitive skin becoming lingering, teasing caresses. I almost swooned when she leaned down and kissed and tongued the butterfly on my breast, the feeling was so exquisite. By the time our open lips touched I was barely breathing as our tongues met in a silken dance. Teddy stepped back and caressed my cheek. 'There will be sex at the party tonight and you are going to participate, not just watch this time. I won't let anyone hurt you. Do you trust me?' She turned me to face the mirror and I barely recognized the Genie standing there next to the Polynesian queen. My breasts were barely covered by a green gauze scarf tied in back, and short velvet vest trimmed with gold, my stomach and tummy exposed. A number of gauzy green scarves hung from a green velvet girdle that parted as I moved, allowing glimpses of the green and gold thong beneath. The outfit was finished by slave bands on my arms, wrists and ankles and satin slippers. She was stunning in a short red and yellow jungle print pareo slung low and knotted over one hip, showing the whole leg. She completed her outfit with matching bikini bra and thong, a slender aromatic lei and narrow sandals. She picked up the green orb, wrapped the chain around her wrist a couple of times and snapped the closure. 'You are a genie; whoever has the orb controls you. You must stay in character no matter what.' I paused for a moment, figured who the hell would bother with me, I'd be safe just watching. 'Yes Maam' was all I said and she smiled, squeezed my hand and we left.

The house she took me to seemed huge. In the front room I stood there marveling at all the people in various costumes. I was trying to figure out if the Tigress wore costume or body paint when I heard the sexiest male voice behind me. Damn, it was like dark smoke, warm honey, rough and silky all at the same time and my tummy quivered in response. 'Ah, Teddy my sweet, I see you made it, and you've managed to talk your friend into coming along.' Turning around, I faced the furred chest of a 6' pirate wearing a vest, black breeches, black boots, and a wide bandolier type belt from which a large sword hung. His dark beard contrasted starkly with his vivid blue eyes as he smiled down at me. 'A green eyed genie... how unusual. She'll do quite nicely Teddy.' I looked questioningly at her as she unfastened the chain from her wrist and handed the orb to him. 'My gift to you Frank. Rae will be an obedient genie for her new master. Wont you?' I opened my mouth to protest, thought what the hell, it's just a game and nodded acquiescence. We stood there talking and I grew more comfortable with him. He offered to get us drinks but I declined, since I was still feeling a bit buzzed from earlier. Our host came over and invited us to go down to the basement, where the 'action' was.

The basement was paneled in dark wood; big cushions scattered all around and lit only by numerous candles. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, the sights, sounds and scents surrounding me overwhelmed me. I gasped as I saw a cowgirl on all fours being fucked by a pirate while she sucked a caveman's cock. In another grouping 2 French maids loved one another, hands busy between each other's legs. Another cluster of about 5 or 6 people was writhing as every one clutched, sucked and fucked. My body was reacting and I could feel the hot flush on my face and chest. I stood transfixed, unable to do more than shake my head no when I heard Frank offer to get me a drink or take me back upstairs. In one corner 2 gypsy women were guiding a monks' cock into the ass of a moaning roman slave girl while they played with her pussy and each other's. 

Frank handed us each a drink and I nervously downed mine and continued to look around. I watched, getting hotter by the moment, as I saw a gladiator eating a dominatrix while she fingered the nun sprawled next to her and bucked her hips up against his mouth as she came. I was breathing fast and shallow as I felt the glass taken from my fingers and another replace it. I downed this drink as fast as the first one, trying to cool down. Frank leaned close in, asking me again if I wanted to go back upstairs. I looked at Teddy smiling knowingly at me and said, 'No sir, if it pleases you to stay here, then I want to stay.' 

I felt his hand slide caressingly along my back to cup my ass through the gauzy skirt and moved closer. My heart raced as he patted and squeezed it. He stroked up my side to my breast, and looking over I could see he was already cupping Teddy's breast and teasing her nipples, so I turned toward him and pressed my breast into his hand. His fingers brushed aside the vest and traced circles around my erect nipples through the gauzy top and a whimper escaped from my throat. My head fell back against his shoulder and I traced my tongue along the rim of his ear, then slithered it in, feeling him shiver. I turned to face him and ran my hand slowly up his thigh, meeting Teddy's fingers at his cock. He kissed us in turns, tongues darting, hands arousing, and bodies starting to move together. Teddy put her hands around his neck and told him that she wanted him to fuck us. He said, 'I thought you'd never ask' he laughed and led us into a small curtained off alcove. 

It was furnished with cushions, candles, and a low table with an assortment of toys and oils. He removed my vest and the gauze band and then Teddy's' bra too. My back arched, body straining toward him as he took one of my nipples into his hot mouth, teasing and sucking at it, and laughing when I moaned. He kicked off his boots and Teddy undid his pants; they fell to the floor and he stepped out of them. He took off his vest and the belt with sword dropping it with a loud clink. I watched her hand wrap around his cock, his eyes closed in sensual enjoyment as she expertly squeezed and stroked the length of it. My pussy began to get damp when I saw her drop to her knees on the cushions and lick his balls. He ordered me to suck his cock and I knelt beside her and ran my tongue along the shaft and up to the head to lick the droplets gathering there. Damn, he tasted so good. Soon both of us were licking and sucking his cock, tongues touching around it, as he moaned above us and tangled his fingers in our hair, urging us on. I took the head of his beautiful cock into my mouth, sliding down to the base, holding him there for a moment and swallowing around it before sucking my way back up then nipping on the way back down. I jumped and gasped in surprise when I felt her fingers on my mound and he shoved his cock deep into my throat. I reached a hand over to caress her too, pushing aside the thong and feeling her plump wet lips. Her legs parted slightly, and I ran my fingers deep into her slick hole as hers raced into mine and I moaned around his cock. 

Frank pulled back and told us how lovely we looked pleasuring each other. He motioned us to lie back on the cushions and said he wanted me to eat Teddy's' pussy. I had often fantasized making love with her, but not with a man watching. I knelt there undecided as he settled on the cushions near her. 'I think she may require some discipline Teddy,' he growled softly. She shook her head and patted the cushion between them. I was so hot I didn't care anymore so I crawled up to her and she embraced me. We started to kiss, open mouthed, angel soft, tender at first, slowly becoming hot and passionate. I had almost forgotten he was next to me when I felt his warm callused fingers softly stroking my neck, shoulders and down my back. It was such a contrast to her soft cool fingers on my breasts; so erotic. 

I kissed and licked down to Teddy's' full breasts, teasing her dark brown nipples into hard points with my tongue and teeth. His one hand slid along my ass, slipping off my thong, holding my hips in place, while the other pushed down on my shoulder, urging me to continue my downward journey. Frank kissed my back as I licked her stomach and gently bit the crown of her hip. Teddy was moaning softly, legs pressing together in response to the fires building within. As my tongue swept across the outside of her shaven pussy I could smell how excited she was. I traced down the cleft and ran my tongue against her clit, tasting her as she spread herself open for me with her fingers. 'Lick my pussy, Rae,' she panted. She was already wet and my tongue slid silkily along the edges of her swollen lips. She tasted as wonderful as I stroked her delicate petals, trying to touch every surface of her pussy. 

I felt her shifting and lifted my head to see Frank turning her upper body toward him and then feeding his hard cock into her open mouth until his balls touched her chin. I felt his hands pulling at my hips and tensed, unsure of what he was trying to do. I was rewarded with a sharp slap to my ass and my resistance ended quickly. He pulled one leg over his shoulder and then nibbled his way up my thigh to my sex. I shuddered, moaning as his tongue made contact with my pussy and my legs opened wider involuntarily. It felt like liquid fire as his tongue slid up and down my slit then circled and focused on my clit. I buried my face back into Teddy's' pussy thrusting my tongue deeply into her, drinking in her juices and the sounds of her moans as he fucked her mouth. Her hips began to buck hard and I grabbed her tightly so I could keep eating her, loving her. I could feel that I was getting close to release and cried out when Frank pulled away. 'Okay ladies, next phase, I want to fuck the genie.' 

He pushed and prodded me until I was on my hands and knees, then told Teddy to get under me. I felt him pressing against my slit and pushed back; damn, I wanted that cock in me so bad. The head moved past the barrier of my muscles then rushed deeper into my slick hole, and I moaned as he buried his cock in me to the hilt. He held there as my body flexed and contracted around him for a moment and started a slow steady stroking. I looked down, saw Teddy's' beautiful pussy beckoning to me, and buried my tongue deep into her, as she rose up against my mouth. I felt her fingers moving to my cunt, pinching my clit and stroking his cock as it moved in and out of me. I moaned and started sucking her clit. She started moaning, urging Frank to fuck me harder and faster, telling us both how fantastic it was to watch his cock sliding in and out of me. I looked under, along the length of our bodies and saw she was tonguing his balls as they slapped against my pussy. He was fucking me with hard, deep, full strokes, both of us grunting each time our bodies slammed together. 'Damn. Yes, lick us both', he ground out. 

Teddy suddenly shoved her hips up hard against my mouth and I slid two fingers into her and stroked, matching the cock moving in me to push her over the edge. She screamed and started licking at my clit and his cock and squeezed his balls. Frank stiffened and rammed hard into me swearing and moaning as his balls shot his jizz deep and hot into my belly. That was too much, his cock slammed into me, spurting, and I buried my face in her pussy as I moaned and shuddered through my own orgasm. As the intense waves receded and my pussy finished spasming and milking his cock I rested my head on Teddy's' tummy. I felt his cock soften and slide out, and then he lay down on the cushions and held us against him in a jumbled heap of sweaty, but satisfied bodies. He kissed me gently, handed me the orb and told me to keep it as a memento of my newfound freedom. 



Masquerade



He decided at the last moment to go. A Halloween party given every year by the senior partner in the law firm where he had recently been hired. Hired to settle small time bankruptcy cases. Saw ten to fifteen clients a day. Clients, that was an over-used tern if there ever was one in his line of work. They weren't clients as far as he was concerned. They were working stiffs and waitresses, students and salesmen, all getting themselves way in over their credit card heads. 

It paid well, the perks were good with vacations awarded for meeting certain quotas, but it just wasn't what he, Jake Wilson, 27, had in mind when he had first set out to be a lawyer.

"You know there comes a time when you have to make a decision, a wiser-than-your-years decision about your limitations and where you fit in the overall scheme of things. We can't all be trial lawyers, Jake. Otherwise there would be a world of other legal problems all gone unsolved. Know what I'm saying?"

Of course Jake knew what he was saying: Jake wasn't smart enough. Jake wasn't intuitive enough. Jake didn't have that killer instinct, that internal drive, that all-consuming desire to be a trial lawyer. And what hurt the most, what really went straight to the marrow was he was right and Jake knew it. Knew it well before it had to be said, but deep down inside in that part of oneself that steadfastly believes anything is possible, and clung on to that truly ludicrous pipe dream like a cockroach trying to escape being washed down the drain.

So he had given up trying to be a trial lawyer, knowing that uphill climb he'd encounter would be like trying to climb El Capitan with kite string and paper clips. 

They would try, it would be their job, their duty, their obligation to use whatever it took to dissuade - and that was putting it nicely - Jake from ever becoming a trial lawyer. And if by chance he survived that onslaught, that full-frontal verbal barrage of criticisms and put-downs and negatives and setbacks they would, in their own humble way, admit they were wrong about him. That diamond in the rough he would be known as from then on; a poster child for perseverance and hard work. But Jake was at least smart enough to know he was not that diamond in the rough. He would not be the Aladdin of the legal world.

So he concentrated on small claims court, a Pandora's box of legal snafus, the kind of snafus that could land the right kind of lawyer - the kind that couldn't cut the trial mustard - a lucrative, if not satisfying, living. Small claims court was the level Dante had intended for lawyers once they died and went, unquestionably, to hell. At least that was the common knowledge at Pitt law school when Jake was attending and probably would be for centuries to come.

But even before he graduated, even before Jake took the bar exam, he had been offered a job at Grimm, Berkowicz and Abernathy in the small claims/bankruptcy division.

"How can you not go to this Halloween party?" Brian asked.

Brian Reed, another lawyer, among many lawyers, sharks, all swimming in this vast sea of Grimm, Berkowicz and Abernathy. Brian Reed, a roommate and Pittsburgh product who had told his father, a GB & A client, about Jake, and then through the it's-not-what-you-know-but-who-you-know pipeline Jake got a call from a GB & A recruiter.

"We've got a list a mile long waiting to get in here," the recruiter, a middle-aged guy by the name of Mitch Gundrim had told Jake over a recruitment lunch at Pittsburgh's posh Franz restaurant across the river from PNC ballpark. "They're particular about who they bring in."

"Why's that?" Jake asked, and Mitch stopped just as he was about to shovel a mouthful of wheat pasta with hollandaise sauce, cucumbers slices and diced vidalia onions all on a small plate that looked like it cost more than the shoes Jake had splurged on for the interview. Mitch looked surprised. 

"Because this is the place to work. Haven't you already heard?"

Jake had, in fact, heard, but was unimpressed because the lumps of coal he had heard it from were begging to get jobs anywhere - preferably ones that would flip the bar exam bill so they could study and work at the same time. Jake just considered GB & A another meat market.

Mitch, dressed impeccably in a Thurston and Barnes suit, Polo glasses and dark hair that gleaned like freshly polished shoes, dabbed the sides of his mouth with the linen napkin, leaned back in his chair and in one swift motion removed his Polo glasses and cleaned them with the same linen.

"I was told you'd be a tough sell," Mitch said, placing the Polos back on the perch of his nose. "So let me lay it on the line for you, Jake. You're the kind of lawyer Grimm, Berkowicz and Abernathy is looking to hire. I've got your grades, high recommendations from your teachers, even the head of the department has nothing but good things to say about you."

"And Mr. Reed," Jake added.

"Don't underestimate the power of who you know," Mitch said, turning suddenly serious, playing hardball recruitment now. "You understand you're not getting a job offer solely on a reference by Mr. Reed. Don't get me wrong, Jake, Mr. Reed is certainly a valuable client, has been for a number of years, but we can't just hire someone because one of our clients suggests it." Mitch sort of laughed. "Christ some of the recommendations we've got over the years..." Mitch laughs again like an inside joke was just told. "Let's just say we'd no longer be in business. Do you know a Carl Schaffer?" Mitch asked, taking Jake by surprise, leaving him, for a moment, speechless.

"He was one of my advisors," Jake finally answered.

"I know," Mitch said. "I had a good long talk with him. Remember what he advised you to do with your legal career?"

"I remember," Jake answers with an edge to his voice now, remembering the sobering talk they had and then Jake refocusing his trial lawyer aspirations to less inspiring heights.

"Let's just cut to the chase here," Mitch said, leaning forward throwing his best pitch when he had Jake in the hole 0 - 2. "This is as good as it's going to get for you, Jake. An offer like this is not going to come along again. I know," Mitch said, turning more empathetic. "That this isn't the type of legal work you had set out to pursue, but contrary to a popular belief of the less fortunate, money can by happiness. Or in your case it can buy a lot of consolatory happiness."

It had been a blazing fast ball like one thrown by Nolan Ryan when he was up in the 105 mph range. So fast he didn't even see it coming and before he knew it he had swung, but by then the dust from the catchers mitt had already settled.

It could have been worse he supposed. Even Brian Reed hadn't ended up making nearly as much money as himself and was still wallowing in passing the bar exam, something Jake had done on his first attempt.

"I'll go," Jake had finally conceded to Brian.

"I'm glad," Brian said. "Give the interns and legals a chance to snare the illusive rabbit."

"Meaning what?"

"Meaning if you'd loosen up a bit you'd be quite the hit around here with the ladies. I mean look at the clothes you wear."

Jake looked down at the simple white shirt, gray tie and black pants. "What's wrong with my clothes?"

"I've seen your body Jake," Brian said. "Your clothes don't do it justice. They never have. Christ, if I had a body like yours I'd be showing that shit off."

It wasn't as if Jake didn't know what Brian was talking about. He did. He had a body that any Abercrombie and Fitch model would be envious of. But he worked hard at it. Always had. He knew if had gone out with some of his fellow workers and had wore one of his tight polo shirts that showed off, not only his pecs, but his thick-muscled shoulders and ripped biceps, that it would cause a whole new set of problems. 

"I like to think my sparkling personality is enough."

Brian smiled. "People think you're stuck up. I keep trying to tell them you're not, but any time a handsome, dark haired lawyer keeps to himself, with an ample supply of ladies at his disposal, he's either stuck up or gay." 

It wasn't the first time Jake had experienced such misconceptions. He'd always had a masculine look that attracted women like bugs to a light. He had a jaw line that looked like Michelangelo had been commissioned to sculpt; high cheekbones with deep set, dark brown, mischievous eyes, and thick, full lips that every woman he had ever met wanted to devour. 

"I don't think I'm gay," Jake chided.

"Ha, ha. Seriously, Jake, I think you need to loosen up and coming to this party will help your image around here."

"That's a comforting thought," Jake replied. 

It had always been easy for Jake when it came to women. Too easy. Like having money and never knowing if people liked you for just you. Jake did have women at his disposal but what he wanted, what he longed for was a meaningful relationship. For someone to see through the the good looks and chiseled body. To see the man behind the mask. 

"From what I understand it's a huge deal with Mr. Grimm," Brian said. "Hundreds of people, great food and drink, and it goes on until the next morning."

"And lots of women."

"Tons. And not just the interns and legals from here."

"What kind of party is it, exactly?" Jake asked. "I know it's a Halloween party, but do we dress up or what?" And it was the only reason he had decided to go, because it was a Halloween party, and being in some kind of disguise appealed to him.

Brian smiled and said, "Read your invitation. It's a masquerade party you idiot."

After Brian had left - went down to some other lawyer's office to drown in the leg work he'd be given to do, the kind of leg work meant to drive home the point, "pass your bar exam and you won't have to do this any more" - Jake opened his desk drawer and pulled out the unopened invitation.

It was an off white envelope, a 40lb weight paper, not cheap, with his name hand-written in gold, Old English type: Jake Wilson

On the back of the envelope was a gold sticker in the shape of a smiling Jack-O-Lantern that sealed the invitation. The bottom of the sticker, creased and sans adhesive, was easy to grab and came away without a hint of fiber from the paper. Jake extracted the single card invitation etched with a rectangular center and read the card:

You are cordially invited to the fifteenth annual Grimm

Halloween Masquerade Party on Saturday the twenty-eighth 

of October in the year of our Lord two thousand and six

at the Grimm residence, 18345 Primrose Place, Pittsburgh.

RSVP promptly

Russell and Sherrie Grimm

Jake had found the address of a costume shop and went there after work. Located right in the downtown area it reminded Jake of that place in Harry Potter where they bought their wands. There was even a big brass bell arriving his presence when he opened the old, wooden door. 

"Hello," Jake called out.

The place seemed deserted, dark but for the small lamp on the far counter that was the only source of illumination.

Jake thought of coming back, after all it was after seven o'clock in the evening and perhaps they were closed. But hadn't they told him, when he called, they were open until nine every night?

"Is anyone here?" Jake called.

Still there was no answer and not a whisper of noise. The place smelled of mildew, like there was a basement below that was perpetually damp from being so close to the river and the smell - a smell you could never cover completely - drifted up like invisible smoke into the main store.

Jake was ready to turn and leave when he noticed the collection of masks on the wall above the back counter. They were lined up on three long shelves. There must have been two hundred masks of all different sizes and designs. And it was then that Jake understood the symbolic nature of the Halloween party. The masks, like the masks all lawyers wear, that all people wear, at one time or another, were meant as a way of expressing yourself, like typing over the internet, so you could be yourself behind the facade. 

Jake moved to get a closer look, the intricacy of the designs becoming more detailed like a microscope coming into focus, and to Jake they looked almost ceramic in texture, almost real, shiny with a clear coating like an expensive vase. The painted designs, not like some cheap paint-by-numbers pattern, but hand-painted, designed to fit each and every mask. Like the white mask with a plume of dark blue feathers centered at the top and fanned out like a bird's wing. The paint around the eyes and along the cheeks flowed out from the feathers like the natural flow of a stream.

The hollow-eyed faces of the masks seemed to be staring at him. Jake walked to his left, the imaginary eyes following him like the eyes in those posters where they seem to track you, stare at you like you're the only person left in the world. So strong was the sensation Jake began to feel uneasy. But then that was ridiculous - wasn't it? He was in a costume shop, albeit a strange costume shop, but a costume shop nonetheless. They were masks for chrissakes.

"Can I help you?" a woman's voice said.

Jake looked and there was a woman standing there. And where had she come from? There wasn't a doorway leading to some back room. The costume shop was small and Jake couldn't see any other entrance other than the one he had come in. 

The woman was dressed like a gypsy, like Esmarelda, her dark hair tied back in a pony tail and covered with a scarf like a cancer victim undergoing chemotherapy. The dress, light colored, almost white with capped sleeves and a three button front, all three buttons undone revealing a warm, inviting fissure of flesh. Every finger covered with rings; turquoise, opals, onyx, all reflecting light from the small lamp like one of those mirrored balls in a discotheque. Her eyes were dark brown, nearly black, tucked away behind the almost too much makeup.

"Can I help you?" the woman repeated.

Jake listened to the deep voice, not like a man's voice, but carnal and earthy like a stripper whispering your name as you slip more money than you had intended into her G-string. 

"I need a mask," Jake finally creaked out.

"What for?"

What for? Why else would you need a mask if you weren't attending a masquerade party?

"A party."

"A masquerade party?"

"Yes."

She came out from behind the counter dressed in a long dress, a kind of gauze material, thin, transparent and the light from the small lamp, behind her now, shone through the material, her long legs casting tantalizing silhouettes riding all the way up to her waist, her buttocks smooth and uncovered. She was naked under the dress like she had just thrown it on seconds ago and the image stirred him. It shot through Jake like a bullet of desire fired point blank at his sex.

"Do you mind if I ask you a few questions...?" she said reaching out her hand like an introduction.

"Jake," Jake answered taking her hand in his and shaking it, feeling the warmth, the utter womanly texture.

"Nice to meet you, Jake. My name is Alexandria, but please call me Alex."

Alex, Jake thought - still mesmerized by the supple feel of her hand in his - if ever there was a perfect name for a woman this was it. Alex, and there was absolutely no masculinity to the name; no correlation, like Alex was meant to be a woman's name and not a man's. And then he realized he had held her hand too long and suddenly let it drop like a brick.

"Alex."

"So do you mind if I ask you a few questions, Jake?"

"No."

"Good. That will help me determine what mask will be best for you."

"Okay."

"Is this your first masquerade party?" 

"Yes."

"Formal dress?"

"I think so."

"Any specifications of the type of mask?" Alex asked.

"I don't know. What do you mean?"

"There are half masks, three-quarter masks or full masks. Sometimes the host will specify what mask is required."

"I don't think so," Jake said.

"It would have been on the invitation."

"I have the invitation with me."

Jake handed the invitation to Alex. She opened it and her eyes widened, Jake unsure of the reaction. 

"This is to the Grimm Halloween party."

"Yes," Jake said. "Is there some kind of problem?"

"No," Alex answered. "The type of mask is up to you. The type of mask will say a lot about who you are. It's part of their tradition."

"What do you mean?" Jake asked.

"You don't really know anything about this party do you?"

"Obviously not."

"You will pick a mask," Alex said, as she walked over to the shelves and drew one from wall. "Say this mask for instance." She had taken down a full mask that looked like one a Jester might wear. "If you wore this mask to the Grimm party then it might say you were full of life, but took very little of it seriously. But if you picked this mask," Alex pointed to a mask that was black with simple gold trim around the eyes and mouth, the expression emotionless. "Then it could be assumed you were too serious, humorless."

Jake was a bit confused. Was this not just a Halloween party? Why did the choice of a ridiculous mask hold so much importance? After all these were just his co-workers and, granted, there were many he had never really met on a formal basis, but their personalities had long since been revealed. Hadn't they?

"Isn't that a bit extreme?" Jake asked.

"One might think so, but your employer, Mr. Grimm does not," Alex said. "He believes many things are hidden away and the choice of a mask, sub-consciously, brings those hidden treasures to the surface."

Jake couldn't help but chuckle. He didn't want to offend Alex. No he did not want to offend her in the least, but thought her assumptions about the Halloween party were way off the mark. 

"I don't think it's that big of a deal," Jake finally said.

Alex didn't look offended, not in the least. In fact she gave Jake a faint smile, the kind of smile Jake could have easily mistook for flirting, but it wasn't. There was something behind the mask she was wearing but Jake couldn't quite decipher what it was.

Alex had shown him a variety of masks, masks she had recommended, but uncharacteristically, he had said no to all of them. Jake had a feeling - although it shouldn't have mattered one way or another - she was trying to guide him.

"Is there a particular mask you are interested in?" Alex asked.

"I like the one at the far end of the second row," Jake said half pointing.

Alex, in a kind of slow motion pirouette, turned until her gaze froze upon the mask. Jake could swear she had died and rigor mortis had set in the way she stood there utterly motionless, frozen like block of sculpted ice.

"That's the Chameleon," Alex said. "Androgynous in nature. Sexless , yet sexual in every way. The Chameleon wears many masks."

"That's the one I want," Jake said firmly.

The mask, like blackened steel, reflected every color in nature. It was a three-quarter mask letting the wearer free access to speech, yet covering enough of the face to keep anonymity.

"You're sure?" Alex asked, like he was a child making a bad choice.

"Positive," Jake said without hesitation. He was a man of many masks and the Chameleon was a perfect fit. At least that's the way he felt at this moment.

"Then you should try it on to make sure," Alex said, walking towards the mask and pulling it from the shelf. 

Alex had that I-have-secret look on her face again. But Jake just thought she was angry he hadn't taken any of the masks she had tried to pick for him. Giving him that mother like look that was supposed to inflict enough guilt to change your mind. He was having none of it.

Jake reached out and took the mask from Alex, the weight so much lighter than he had anticipated like it was made of paper, but this wasn't like some papier-mache project in high school. This was made of some kind of light weight plaster, the likes of which Jake had never encountered.




Masquerade



"Try it on," Alex said.

Jake placed the mask over his face and it fit like a glove, like it had been cast from his very face. The nose, the cheekbones, even the way his eyes were deep set fit perfectly. The mask, he had no doubt, would stay on even if he didn't tie the silk ribbon in the back.

"Looks as if you found your mask," Alex said. "Shall I wrap it up for you."

"Sure," Jake said, not wanting to take the mask off. He felt like Batman behind the mask. He felt different somehow. Surely that was ridiculous, but there was the strange sensation of being naked once he had removed the mask and handed it to Alex. She only smiled and placed the mask in a golden box filled with fleece.

The house was like a fucking castle. There was a stone gate with GRIMM chiseled into some expensive marble slabs embedded into the walls on both sides of the entrance. Two beefy men stood guard at the gate and checked and rechecked invitations as cars waited in line to get in.

It had taken Jake the better part of a half an hour to find the place. And now that he had finally found it he sort of felt out of sorts with the Lexus' and Acuras and BMWs and Mercedes lined up to enter the grounds. 

The golden box, which within his Chameleon mask lay hidden, sat in the passenger seat. And not for the first time he thought about opening the box and putting it on. Putting it on and feeling like he had in the costume shop. Looking through the eye holes of the mask - like he was looking through someone elses eyes - had given him a feeling of uncompromising confidence and freedom. 

Jake parked his car in the back of the estate. He couldn't subject himself the humiliation of having a valet park it for him. He didn't even have a valet key.

He took the mask out of the box and placed it on his face, tying the silk straps to hold it in place. The feeling of confidence flooded over him. If he would have had the mask on when he entered the estate he would have thought, "Fuck those valet's, I'm a goddamned lawyer".

Jake entered through the back entrance and was directed by a masked servant to follow the hallway down to the party.

"You can't miss it," the servant said to Jake. Jake feeling the man's eyes roam over his body.

As Jake began to walk down the hallway, a large picture hanging on the wall caught his eye. It was a framed portrait of Mr. Grimm and his wife. But it was Mrs. Grimm that really got Jake's attention. She was at least 30 years Mr. Grimm's junior. She had flaming dark, red hair cascading over her shoulders. Not a particularly stunning woman - which surprised Jake - but attractive in her own way. That fair skinned kind of beauty sprinkled with freckles, tantalizing lips the color of faded tea and wide sparkling brown eyes. Her shoulders were bare in a strapless dress, the creamy color of her skin flowing down like a waterfall into the crevice of her breasts. 

Sherrie Grimm was smiling, showing a dazzling mouthful of shiny, white teeth - perfect snow-capped fakes - but it was the genuineness of the smile that intrigued Jake. She seemed to be genuinely happy she was married to a man that old and not just because he was rich.

An outcry of boisterous laughter from the end of the hallway snapped Jake out of his trance. He walked down to the end of the hallway where it opened into a cavernous room. 

"Excuse me," a voice said from behind. 

A hurried masked waiter maneuvered his way around Jake. He was carrying a tray with glasses filled to the brim with champagne and Jake quickly grabbed a glass before the waiter could escape. 

The party, inside the main ballroom - the place actually had a ballroom - was packed with party goers like the lobby of the Pittsburgh Metropolitan at intermission. Women in long gowns, Calvin Klein, Donna Karan, Gucci, or Victorian dresses; their hair either tied back or covered with large wigs. The men, all dressed in black tuxedos. Tuxedos they owned rather than rented like Jake's.

The waiters carried silver trays of champagne and caviar as they darted through the crowd, the trays being emptied faster than the waiters could get them refilled. All the waiters, albeit simple black or white ones, had masks on.

As Jake made his way through the crowd he caught people looking at him. Men and women alike, staring at the mask and shaking their head in disbelief. 

The party had a life of it's own like a flock of birds moving and flowing as one. Except Jake noticed he was the one lone bird who could not seem to join any of the flocks. Certainly there had to be a number of other first year lawyers - all in rented tuxedos of course, Brian included - roaming the party like himself, yet he seemed to be the only one alone.

At the far end of the ballroom there was a large staircase that led to an upper floor. Couples, hand in hand, walking up and down the steps. At the top of the staircase, near a small balcony overlooking the main ballroom, was a woman in a striking dark, gray gown and the very mask Jake had first noticed when he had visited the costume shop. It was the white mask with the plume of dark blue feathers. The woman caught his eye and raised her glass of champagne to him. Jake reciprocated and they each took a celebratory sip. Then the woman, as quickly as she had appeared, turned and disappeared down the upper floor hallway.

Well, Jake thought, hopefully that wasn't a prelude to the rest of the evening.

Jake turned to find somebody, anybody whom he might strike up a conversation. But, for whatever reasons, everyone seemed to be shying away from him, like he was the opposite side of a magnet.

Jake was handed another glass of champagne by a passing waiter. He downed it quickly. The effects going straight to his head. It had been how long since he had eaten? Early that morning? He couldn't remember and the expensive champagne was making that more difficult. A third flute of champagne appeared in his hand and the bubbling liquid danced in front of his eyes, the effects now hallucinogenic, as the bubbles looked like little mermaids swimming to the top of the flute and disappearing.

Jake shot down the flute of champagne and the mermaids and the whole room now danced like he was on a cruise ship in the middle of a typhoon. The masks before him taking on a life of their own. Each moving like they had become part of the owners face. A man in a red and white striped mask spoke to him, although Jake couldn't hear a word he was saying, the mask was moving with every silent word the man said. And then it finally sunk in just before Jake passed out. The man was asking him if he was okay.  

Jake awoke in a large bedroom. He was laying on a small four poster bed and it seemed odd that such a small bed was in such a large room. There was a door directly in front of him and a fireplace to his right, illuminating the room in it's amber glow. That was as much as he could see.

It took Jake a few minutes to get his bearings, the effects of the champagne still clouding his thoughts. He was on his stomach, laying across the width of the bed, his legs bent over the edge and his head hanging over the opposite side. He must have came into the room and just plopped himself down on the nearest bed. It was uncomfortable and as Jake turned to get more comfortable, to roll over on his back, he couldn't move, his hands were tied. 

They were tied to the two far posts of the bed. Tied with a thick, silk rope that, although tied tightly, were not in the least bit uncomfortable. Jake gave each arm a jerk, the muscles in his strong shoulders flexing, but the knots had been tied in such a way that any struggle would only strengthen their hold. And when he looked down the length of his right arm he noticed it was sans the sleeve from his tuxedo. In fact it was sans anything except his bare flesh. It was then that he felt the familiar airy chill of being entirely naked.

How had that happened? He hadn't or couldn't have possibly been out that long, could he? But it had obviously been enough time for some prankster to undress and tie him to this bed. And who might that prankster be? Brian? That son of a bitch had kept himself hidden for a reason and the reason had been this childish prank.

"Brian," Jake shouted. "This was funny five minutes ago." No answer. "Brian," Jake said a little louder. Still no answer and Jake thought better of yelling again in case someone else heard him, came running and found him in this compromising position. Quite possibly Mr. Grimm. Maybe he could free himself. Except his legs were tied at the knees to the bottoms of the bed posts. He was completely immobile...and vulnerable.

This wasn't funny - if it ever was - any longer. Whoever decided to play this practical joke had gone too far. Way too far. Christ, what if somebody walked in and found him in this degrading position? At least they had the courtesy - if you could call it that - to leave his mask on.

"Dammit, Brian," Jake seethed. And no sooner had he said it when the door directly in front of him - Jake thought it was a closet - started to creak open.

Jake strained his neck up to get a better look. The door opened and out stepped the woman he had seen at the top of the stairs. The one in the gray gown and feathered mask.

Jake was speechless. He felt utterly and completely exposed. This was the worst possible scenario he could have imagined and now it was happening, playing out before him. What was she thinking? He had the only mask of this kind in the whole ballroom. There had been plenty of repeats and similarities but none were remotely similar to his black steel Chameleon mask and no mistaking she knew. She had looked at him from the balcony nodded and tipped her flute of champagne to him. And wasn't that some kind of unspoken invitation? But what could she be thinking now? Maybe he was some kind of freak or, worse yet, some kind of...homosexual.

The woman in the gray gown closed the door and moved closer to Jake, looking at him in a very approving manner. He could see her eyes taking a walk all over his exposed body. 

"Nice," she said seductively. "Very nice."

She walked behind Jake. The time, now standing still, bled into him like an IV drippings in shame and degradation. The humiliation was complete and whoever had decided to play this cruel joke - Jake no longer blamed Brian - had obviously planned this out in infinite detail. Any moment a host of party goers would come crashing in and pictures would flash and fingers would point and Jake would be the laughing stock come Monday morning.

But the doors didn't come crashing open and the party going on downstairs, the muted sounds filtering into the bedroom, stayed downstairs.

Where had the woman in the gown gone? He didn't hear her leave. Maybe she snuck out a door behind him. But his questions were answered when he felt her smooth hands on his ass. Those smooth hands caressing his ass, working their way to the outside edge towards his hips and then moving back in towards the cleft. Her fingers brushing the anus and then sliding down to cup his balls. Jake, unable to control himself, became as hard as the black steel mask he wore. 

The woman in the gown placed her hands on the sides of Jake's ass and then he felt her warm, bare breasts pressed against him, her hot breath on his lower back. He heard her moan in a low, soft whisper and then begin to move slowly towards his anus, her tongue sliding in between the slit of his ass and Jake, never having experienced having his anus licked, began to squirm, the woman in the gown mistaking it for desire. Her hands applied more pressure holding his hips in place as her tongue slowly flicked over the opening and Jake fell victim to the velvety sensation. Her tongue moved down from his anus to his balls and back up again. Long, slow strokes back and forth like she was licking ice cream melting down a cone and enjoying every drop.

Just when Jake felt he could take no more, on the verge of spraying the bed like a high pressure hose cut in two, the woman in the gown stopped. 

She moved away and Jake remained absolutely still trying to hear what was coming next. His eyes darted back and forth like another set of ears. They came to abrupt stop when the woman in the gown, now completely naked, stepped in front of him. Jake was face to face with her - Jake could only assume she had been professionally waxed because there was not a hint of hair - bald pussy, the musky, sweet odor filling his nostrils. He felt her hand on the back of his head as she pulled his head towards her and moved in closer.

Jake had never felt a pussy so smooth. Not that he had a lot to compare to - not enough to count on two hands - but the few he had never felt this smooth. It was like licking a polished apple. Her clit was swollen and sticking out like a little red tongue. Jake flicked over the little tongue and the woman in the gown moaned loudly and pushed his face in further, the mask pressing against his skull. It actually hurt, but the pleasure he was deriving from licking this pussy, sent from Eros above, made the pain pleasurable. The combination of the two surprising him, and he found himself pushing in further, the mask digging into his cheekbones and the woman moaning louder and Jake becoming lost in the labyrinth of pleasure and pain. He tried, in vain, to pull his hands free in order to wrap them around the woman's ass and pull her in even further, burying his face in so far he wouldn't be able to breath. But the knots - surely professionally tied - would not give a millimeter. The harder he pulled the tighter they became and the tighter they became the harder he pulled. That masochistic part of him he never knew existed taking over and feeding his brain with this oil and water mixture of pleasure and pain. 

The woman was grinding her pussy into Jake's face and her heated movements made Jake lick faster and deeper. His tongue and jaw muscles on fire with overuse, yet Jake kept going sensing the woman was on the verge of having an orgasm. He had to stop a moment and take a breath before he passed out. Sucking in air through his mouth because his nose was mashed against her lower stomach. As soon as he stopped - it was a fraction of a second, maybe - the woman groaned in disappointment. Jake, not wanting to spoil the moment, or, for God's sake, have it stop completely, took only a half a gulp of air before he busied his tongue again.

The woman positioned her left hand and pulled her lips apart near her clit. Jake felt the entire bud exposed on his tongue. He pressed down and moved his tongue back and forth over her clit until the woman shuddered and relaxed, shuddered and relaxed. Jake kept his face close to her pussy, basking in it's post-orgasmic swell, the lips still pulsating like a heart beating right behind her pelvic bone. And Jake, in some kind of sexual nirvana, inhaled her sex like a fine wine. Each breath intoxicating. 

The woman ran her fingers through his hair, caressing his head and that was when Jake was jerked out of his Tibetian-like contentment, like a lobster thrown into boiling water. There was another pair of hands on his ass.

It was a shock of the likes Jake had never experienced before - and law students had experienced every kind of shock imaginable. "Separate yourself", the professors constantly reminded them. But this was not the kind of shock he had been prepared for. Not even school. 

Jake's eyes darted around again but that polished apple pussy was all he could see. The blood red labia staring him right back in the face, glistening with come and saliva, the smell of sex still strong. He was left to his other senses to figure out what was happening.

The hands, not as tender as the woman's, pulled his cheeks open and the warm air flowed over his already sensitive anus. A finger (Oh, Christ!), with some kind of warm lubricant, probed the opening like he was getting a proctology exam. But unlike a proctology exam, the finger, without warning - "This is as uncomfortable for me, Mr. Wilson, as it is for you." - slipped into the opening.

Jake let out an audible sigh of pleasure as the finger moved in and out. A sigh that took him by surprise, like the time he was talked into trying Sushi for the first time and was as sure as Japanese Yen he wasn't going to like it, only come to find he had loved it. Loved it so much he had stared to eat it three or four times a week and still did.

But trying Sushi for the first time and having some stranger, some stranger at a party with all his co-workers and colleagues attending, shove a finger up his ass, and to top it off moaning with pleasure while they did it was...was crazy. 

Jake let out another unconscious moan as the finger moved in a circular motion over his prostate. He felt like he had come without actually coming. 

"I think he's ready," the woman said.

Ready for what? 

The finger was removed and Jake had the intense desire to stick his tongue out and start licking the woman's pussy again. As if she knew what he was thinking she had turned her back to him and bent over exposing her own anus to his tongue. Never in his life had Jake Wilson ever come close to sticking his tongue on someone's anus yet now, it was obvious, he was expected to do just that. And he did. Without reservation he stuck his tongue out and licked the woman's ass. The feeling was like running his tongue over the inside of his own puckered lips. Jake got his tongue good and lubricated with his own spit and licked the ass hole again, this time running his tongue around the hole in a circular motion. The woman moaned and arched her back. She spread her legs and reached up with one hand and inserted two fingers in her pussy. She simultaneously pushed the two fingers deep inside and then pulled them out for Jake to suck. This went on, back and forth, for several minutes, the woman on the verge of coming again. Her fingers flying in and out at frenzied pace while Jake kept up his tongue work on her ass. The woman came again in her now classic shudder and relax, shudder and relax.

Jake, his tongue a numb slab of meat, rested his cheek on the woman's warm ass, ready at a moments notice to start again. But the person who had been behind him, the one who had stuck the finger in his ass, was back. 

Jake felt the familiar, yet totally unfamiliar velvet head of what must have been a very, very expensive dildo. Not that he had much experience with dildos. Christ, he thought, the fucking thing felt almost real. Almost. Did they feel that real? Then there was that same warm lubricant being rubbed on his ass. The head of the velvety, fake penis was being maneuvered up and down trying to find the opening. A finger was one thing, Jake thought, but a dildo - one that felt like the real thing - that might hurt. 

The woman, as if on cue, turned and lowered her breasts to Jake's waiting mouth. Jake's tongue instinctively flicked out. No matter how numb his tongue was, and it was numb, he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to taste her nipples. Jake licked the nipples, sucked them into his mouth and circled the aureoles. The woman cupped her breasts and alternately feed him each one.

Without realizing what he had done Jake had lifted his ass slightly giving whomever was behind him better access to insert the costly dildo. The tip of the dildo slowly started to slid in and Jake tried to relax. The head of the dildo slid in easily and Jake took a deep breath as his tongue slid over the erect nipple in his mouth.

The woman took Jake's head in her hands and guided his mouth to her own. Her tongue, as velvety as the fake penis, slipped into his mouth. It was a passionate kiss, the woman pulling Jake's face tightly against her own, their masks grinding together. Her tongue shot back deep into his mouth like she was trying to stick it down his throat.




Masquerade



The dildo, the one that felt like a real cock, slipped in like her tongue. But it was the pair of hands on either side of his ass that shocked him like a cattle prod. The reason the dildo, the really expensive one, had felt like a real penis was because...it was one. That was the only explanation to the pair of hands guiding his ass like hands on a steering wheel. Perhaps it was a strap-on dildo. Jake had heard of that, or rather saw it in some porn flicks. Sure that was it. Some other woman was behind him shoving a strap-on dildo, that felt exactly like real flesh, up his ass. Except he knew that wasn't true. He could tell. Dildos, no matter how expensive they were, didn't have balls that slapped against your own.

The woman, like the cock sliding in and out of his ass, was increasing her tempo, licking the outside of mouth as she turned and stuck her tongue back, deep inside. The hands on his ass gripped him tighter and drove the cock in deeper and faster. Jake, drowning in a wave of sexual bliss, came on the bed in a flood that seemed to spurt out for minutes. 

The person behind him, the one fucking him up the ass, gripped his ass and shoved his cock deep inside of Jake as he came also. The woman slowed her tempo and kissed Jake like she was kissing someone who had just saved her life. 

The man pulled himself out of Jake and the woman stood up. Jake could only lay his head down, his neck as stiff as an oak board, his tongue too numb to speak. He felt a slight pinprick on his ass before he fell into a deep sleep.

Monday morning, at work, was its usual hectic chaos of catching up with pending lawsuits, new lawsuits and the never ending stream of phone messages and e-mails. For Jake it was no different, except it was. Everything had suddenly become different. The routine of work was, and always would be, the same monotonous, robotic, assembly line of clients, but an e-mail changed all that.

When he had arrived at work Monday morning, after a Sunday consisting of no more than watching football and trying, in vain, to relieve the pounding headache he had awoke with, Jake started through his 50 plus e-mails. The last one, sent late Sunday evening, he almost deleted because he didn't recognize the e-mail address: rsgrimm@hotmail.com. Russell and Sherrie Grimm. No subject. Maybe it was just a thank you to everyone for coming to the party. Except, other than the RSVP, how did they know who actually came or not?

But it wasn't a thank you e-mail. It was anything but that.

It has come to our attention there was an incident at the party on Saturday night. We would like to resolve this quickly and quietly. In house. A surveillance camera captured the incident. The incident involved a guest wearing a black steel colored mask and took place in the upper master bedroom. If you wore this mask to our party then you know of whom we speak. All we ask is you come forward and make this as easy as humanly possible. If you come forward now we will not press charges.

Sincerely, Russell and Sherrie Grimm 

Press charges? Press charges over what exactly? And then it hit Jake like a judge slamming down a gavel, sodomy was a crime in the state of Pennsylvania. An old law, never changed, never enforced, but a law nonetheless. And this was a law firm. What better place to take a law older than dirt and enforce to their whim?

The rest of the day - totally ruined by the e-mail - Jake's mind ran through the possibilities of how they could trace back the black steel mask to him. He had planned on returning it right after work, along with the tuxedo. All they would have to do would be to send someone over and talk to Alex. She'd remember who rented that mask as easy she could remember her name. He remembered the look on her face when he chose it.

The rumor, thick as smoke from as brush fire, spread around the firm. A rumor that someone, someone wearing a black steel mask, had been involved in a bisexual act with a pair of party goers and that Mr. and Mrs. Grimm were furious and wanted the head of the man in the black steel mask.

Jake had left the party late, couldn't even remember the time, no one knowing what he drove because he had parked in the back. He thanked his good fortune because it would have very easy for someone to trace his car, a silver Toyota Corolla, the only one in the firm of its kind.

Brian had stopped by and asked Jake if he had a clue to the man in the black steel masks identity. "No." Jake answered curtly, hoping to give Brian a hint he was too busy to talk.

The rest of the day pounded away at Jake's temples like a jackhammer. The end couldn't come quick enough. He had decided, in between the annoyance of clients, to pay Alex to keep her mouth shut. She couldn't make very much at costume rental shop, especially one that rented mostly masks. Say ten thousand dollars? It sounded like a nice, solid figure that, one, he could afford, and two, would keep Alex quiet. Ten thousand dollars seemed like a good job security investment.

With that decided the rest of the day didn't breeze by but the headache went away. He'd stop at the bank, grab the ten grand in small bills and put this to rest once and for all.

When Jake finally made it back to his condo, a smaller place just outside of the inner city with a view of the Monongahela, he had started to feel better. No one, it seemed, had any idea of who the man in the black steel mask had been. People had talked to him like it was someone else. Jake was under no suspicion as being the man in the mask. In fact there were a few names, lawyers who had a reputation for less than savory behavior outside the workplace, being thrown around as legitimate suspects. As long as Alex could be paid off Jake felt he was in the clear. 

He had stopped at the bank on the way home and now had a briefcase filled with ten thousand in cash. The mere sight of all that cash laid out in the briefcase like a mosaic of money, Jake was sure, would keep Alex quiet.

Jake laid the briefcase on the kitchen table and went into his bedroom to collect the tuxedo. He had hung it from the hook on the bathroom door. He had saved the long, plastic bag- Tuxedo Connection - it had come in. He took the tuxedo off the hanger and laid it on the bed. And just as he was about to cover it with the plastic bag he stopped, frozen in a thread of time. There, on the shoulder of the tuxedo, was a strand of flaming red hair. 



Masquerade



Jacqueline came home from another day at work. It was the second Friday since she'd broken up with Tom, and she didn't look forward to another Friday watching TV with her parents. She was 23 and pretty; she ought to be able to find someone, damn it. She went online and clicked on the first banner ad she saw for a dating service. This one happened to be called HereAndNow.com. She entered her data ... User Name: Jackie V. State: Washington. City: McHenry, followed by the ZIP code. Occupation: pre-school teacher. Interests: fitness, circuses, art. Then she put in all the physical characteristics. She clicked, and it asked for a credit card number. Hesitant, she opened a new tab and did a quick Google search on the company name. Everything seemed to be on the up and up, so she closed the tab, got her Visa out and entered the number and expiration date. Now she could set her parameters. Looking for male, obviously. She left race blank. Height? She didn't figure she'd be attracted to anyone shorter than herself, so she set five-foot-six as the minimum and six-six as the max. Ages, between 21 and, oh, 25 would be about right. Maximum distance? She decided on five miles. McHenry was twenty miles from Seattle, so five meant that she wouldn't have to go downtown and pay for parking on a first date. Her mom called her to dinner just as she saved her preferences. She came back after dinner and uploaded a picture of herself that was out of focus. It wasn't that she thought she was unattractive, far from it; she just didn't want to identify herself too clearly to strangers.

Wednesday she checked her e-mail, and she hadn't gotten any responses. Was she supposed to get them that way? She went to the site to be sure. Nope, they didn't offer that option, because then she wouldn't see all their [censored] ads. It didn't matter anyway, since the only message she had there was the welcome message. She changed the maximum age to 30, figuring anything above would be too big an age difference, but for someone 29 or 30, she'd look at everything else to see if they clicked.

She was busy for the next few days, but on Monday she logged on and had two responses. The first one was 24 and lived a few miles south. He looked kind of geeky, though. She saved his profile in case she didn't find anything better soon. The second guy, Stephen, was 28. Nice looking, too. Had she seen him somewhere before? Nah. He lived in Maskatoon, the easternmost part of the county. (McHenry was just to the west of the county government offices.) He was in construction, so she figured he probably made fairly good money. He said he had worked as a roustabout for one season, and while he didn't know a lot about art, he had a few seascapes by local starving artists in his home. She looked at the picture again and realized why he looked familiar. He looked kind of like her dad, except he wore glasses and had a thin moustache. Maybe there was something Freudian going on here, but she decided to answer. "Hi! I read your message, and I think we might hit it off. I've got most of this weekend open."

She had an answer the next night. Would she like to have dinner at O'Neill's in Gerard? Now, there weren't any four-star restaurants in their county, but O'Neill's had a reputation as a pretty strong three-star. Yes, she'd love it. They decided to meet at seven, and they exchanged phone numbers in case one of them ran late. Jacqueline gave him her cell phone number, because she didn't want him to be able to trace her home phone.

She told her parents she had a date, so they were already eating dinner when she came home from school on Friday afternoon. She took care of a little bit of paperwork and paid a couple bills. Then she put on a satin blouse and black skirt. She had a nice pair of pumps that hadn't been put to good use since the school's open house, so she put them on too. She parked on the street and walked into the lobby. She was barely through the door when she recognized the man in the picture. No wonder he looked familiar. It was her brother James. He was using his middle name on the dating site.

Jacqueline turned around quickly, hoping he didn't see her. Crap! Yes, James was a bookkeeper, but she forgot he was with a construction company. He was using that to make himself sound more masculine, she supposed. Thank God she'd only given him her cell phone number. Now she remembered a few years ago, when they were supposed to get together for lunch, and he no-showed. She was going to get her dinner somehow. She opened her purse to call him, and that's when she saw it. She had an antibacterial mask that she kept there for dealing with sick kids. Luckily, she hadn't needed it that week. She put it on and hoped he wouldn't figure it out.

She walked back into the lobby and found James/Stephen. "Hi!" she said. "I'm Jackie." He stood up. She extended her hand, and he shook it.

"What's with the mask?" he asked.

"Oh, I'm just getting over a case of mono," she lied. "I probably should've waited till I was over it, but I didn't know how soon I'd be free again, and I didn't want to miss a chance to meet you."

"Are you gonna be alright?"

"I'll be fine. The mask is for everyone else's protection, not mine."

A voice on the loudspeaker said, "Vincent, party of two."

"That's us," James said. Holy crap, she thought, he used our real name! They went to the front desk, and the maitre d' took them to their table. James pulled a chair out for Jacqueline, and they both sat down. The maitre d' left them each a menu and excused himself.

"I'm glad to see you're not some 50-year-old pervert," Jacqueline said through her mask.

"I was thinking the same thing about you," James replied. They both laughed.

A waiter appeared. "Would you like something to drink, or may I take your order now?" he asked.

"I've heard good things about your house wine," Jacqueline answered. She knew this was a nice place, but her menu didn't have the prices on it. She needed to buy some time so she could guess the most expensive thing on the menu so she could stick it to her brother.

"Bring us the bottle," James told the waiter.

"Yes, sir," he replied.

"So, is your name really Stephen?" she asked.

"Sort of. My full name is James Stephen Vincent. I just used my middle name for security. Now that you know that, you can go ahead and call me James. You?"

Good, he didn't recognize her. "I used my first name and middle initial. My last name's"--she remembered her ex's last name--"Rollins. So, tell me about yourself. You said you're in construction."

"I'm a bookkeeper, but I work for the local construction workers' union. I say construction on dating sites because it makes me sound more interesting. Plus, I like the outdoors, and I figure women who like the outdoors are more likely to be interested in me if they think I work outside."

Jacqueline said, "Well, I'm not big on being outdoors just to be outdoors, but I do like a lot of outdoor things. I walk a lot for exercise, and eventually I want a house where I can have a garden."

The waiter returned and they placed their orders. James had the veal, and Jacqueline ordered lobster thermidore.

Now it was James' turn. "You said you're a teacher. I take it you like kids, then?"

"It'd be a tough job if I didn't! It's a new challenge every day."

"So, do you want kids of your own eventually?"

"I haven't thought that far ahead," she said frankly. "It hasn't gotten me to the point where I don't want 'em, but I'm still in my first year." Wow, she thought. The guy brings up kids on the first date. That might explain why he's still single. "What about you?"

"I'd be happy just to find someone special. If she wants kids, I'll prob'ly decide I want 'em too. If not, it wouldn't bother me."

Jacqueline decided to change the subject. "Tell me more about your life. You said you worked in the circus. Were you a bookkeeper there too?"

"I've had a lot of jobs. I didn't get along with my parents, so I left home when I was eighteen. I took a lot of odd jobs, and that was one of the odder ones. I gave blood, and a couple times I even volunteered for medical research just to make ends meet. I worked at a small store for a while. I had to close every night, and the owner was impressed enough with my accuracy that he had me start doing his books. One day I saw a want ad from the Local 353 looking for a bookkeeper, and there ya go."

"Are you still in touch with your family?" she asked.

"Now I am. When things were bad, I didn't talk to any of 'em because I didn't want 'em to say I told you so. After I got the job with the union, I called my mom, and things are improving now. I've got two younger sisters, and I'm trying to get to know them again." After a brief pause, he said, "Now tell me about you."

Jacqueline gave him the basics of her life: After working in a day-care center one summer, she decided she wanted to teach small children. She got her degree and landed a pre-school job not far from her parents' house, so she was still living with them while she saved for a new car. That looked like it would take another year. She mentioned Olivia, her younger sister, but she made it sound like they were the only two kids. The food got there around the time she finished talking about her student teaching assignment. James listened with rapt attention from beginning to end. She had to prompt him to talk more about the circus, which sounded really interesting to her. He paid with American Express, and asked, "Would you like to see a movie next weekend?"

Jacqueline wanted to learn more of what he'd done since he left, so she said, "Sure! What's showing?"

"I'll call you Thursday when the listings come out. Okay?"

"Sounds good."

What had she gotten herself into? Oh, well, she had a date with another guy on Wednesday to worry about. He was a young lawyer, new to the county prosecutor's office, and he didn't seem to want to talk about anything but himself. She was intentionally non-committal when he asked about getting together again.

On Monday, James called her cell phone. A romantic comedy--translation, chick flick that guys could still enjoy--had just opened, so they decided to take in the 7:10 show at the theatre near his house Thursday night. Okay, how would she keep him from figuring it out? She was pondering this Thursday morning while she cleaned up between the morning and afternoon classes. She was so distracted that she didn't look where she was going, and she hit her upper eye socket on the edge of the table. Shit! She ran to the bathroom to look at herself. It wasn't bleeding, but it was severly bruised.

One problem solved, at least in part. She picked up a pair of sunglasses on the way home. But what if that wasn't enough? She came up with a plan. At twenty till seven, she called James on his cell phone. "James? Jackie. I did something really dumb."

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Okay, two really dumb things. First I gave my self a black eye at school. Then, I showed up early to get in line. I bought our tickets, but I wanted to play one of the games in the arcade, and I absent-mindedly gave them my ticket. So now I'm inside the theatre."

"That's okay. I'll meet you at the place where they let you in."

"Sounds good," she said. She bought the tickets and faced another obstacle. They weren't seating for that showing yet. Then she figured it out. She waited until they were, and she asked the usher to give her ticket to a guy who'd be looking for her, with an instruction to meet her where their movie was showing. She got there during the previews and waited until there was a dark scene on the screen to come in and greet him. She hoped that if the glasses didn't work, the low cut of her ribbed T-shirt would distract him. He was holding a tray with food and drink. "Sorry about that," she said. "I waited for you, but then I had to use the ladies' room. Did I miss anything?" she asked.

"Just a reminder to turn off your cell phones and be sure to buy food at the concession stand. Fortunately, I did that already." He offered her a soda and a medium pop corn.

The movie was doing well. They had to go to the back row to find two seats together. Fortunately, they were aisle seats. They sat down, made small talk about the week's events and settled in to watch the movie. James laughed at all the right spots. At one point he put his hand on her knee. She was going to stop him, but she thought, "It doesn't matter. I'll find some reason to break up with him next week, and no harm done." Then came a somewhat steamy scene, and he moved his hand up to her thigh. At least he wasn't pawing her like some other guys had done. In fact, his next move was to inch the opposite direction and take her hand in his. When the climactic scene happened, Jacqueline heard the women in the theatre sniffling, or crying outright. James just said, "Aww."

As the credits began, the other patrons from the back row began scooting past James and Jacqueline. James was on the aisle, so he got up and stood in the corner. Jacqueline joined him. As more patrons walked past, James pulled her to him and kissed her on the lips. Her first thought was to resist before things went any further, but instead she opened her mouth. "It's okay," she thought. "I'll break up with him next week before things go too far." James opened his mouth as well, and she wrapped her arms around him. She was so into the kiss that she didn't notice the bulge forming in her brother's pants at first. He pulled her further into the corner and put his hands under her shirt. She could feel his hands coming up to meet the lower part of her bra, but he didn't try to undo it, or even get under it.

When the lights came up, James and Jacqueline were alone except for the cinephiles watching the production credits. "You're very pretty, you know," James said. "You have a lovely figure, and a beautiful face. Someday I hope to see it all at once."

Jacqueline blushed. She pushed James back into the corner and kissed him again. "You really think so?" she whispered. She knew it, but she always liked hearing it. She started rubbing her legs against his cock.

"Absolutely," he said. "And don't do that unless you mean it."

Jacqueline hadn't even been aware of what she was doing. She regained her composure and walked backward to the seats. James came up halfway with her. "I do mean it, but this isn't the place," she said.

"Then where is the place?" James asked. "Mine, perhaps?"

She was starting to panic, for fear of where this would lead. "It's not the time, either. Let's go."

James stepped back. "Okay. After you." He gestured forward. As she stepped toward the aisle, he offered his arm, and she took it. They walked down the steps to the exit. As they left the theatre, Jacqueline noticed that she had taken his hand. They had walked out just like a couple. What's more, she later recalled, having made this discovery, she didn't let go of it. James pointed to the left and said, "My car's that way. Where's yours?"

Jacqueline lied. She pointed to a parking garage a few blocks in the other direction and said, "It's over there." She let go of his hand now and told him. "I'd love to talk some more, but I have to get up for school tomorrow." Luckily, the pedestrian signal had changed to WALK, so she ran across the street before she could change her mind.

"I'll call you tomorrow," James shouted.

Wanting only for him to leave, she turned around and said, "Okay."

"I love you," he shouted.

Wouldn't he ever leave? She shouted back, "I love you, too!" She got to the next intersection. That signal had just changed to DON'T WALK, so she stood there long enough to see him turn a corner and out of sight. She turned that corner and waited through a cycle of lights just to be sure and then returned to where she had parked. It was a block closer than where James had turned. There's no way she could have avoided him seeing her car and possibly recognizing it if he ever came to the house again. She got in her car and remembered the last thing she said to him. "Oh, God," she thought, "I meant it."

Friday night, Olivia was at school for their school's girls' softball game and their dad was out playing poker with his buddies. That left Jacqueline and her mom for dinner. Jacqueline asked, "Mom, I know Jimmy's your son and you love him, but ... what do you think of him?"

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Well, if Olivia brought someone home like him, would you approve?"

"If my 16-year-old daughter were dating a 28-year-old man, I'd call the police," Mom prefaced. "But you mean if she were an adult, right?"

"Obviously," Jacqueline said.

"Well, if I got to know as much about this man as I do about Jimmy, I'd think it was nice that he'd turned his life around. Deep down, he's a good person who just made some bad choices early on. And, of course, he's a homeowner, so that's a nice bit of security to have if things got serious. Why?"

"Oh, I just wondered," Jacqueline lied. "Sometimes when I tell people about myself, I say that I have a little sister and leave it at that because it would take too long to explain about Jimmy."

"Well, you shouldn't be ashamed. And even if he were a bad person, it'd be a reflection on him, not on you."

They finished their dinner, washed the dishes and had some more mom-daughter talk. Afterward, Jacqueline went to her room. Her cell phone was charging. "Oh, crap!" she thought. The phone was fully charged, so she unplugged it. She turned it on and, sure enough, she'd missed James' call. She went online and sent him a private message apologizing.

Saturday morning, Jacqueline was in the ethereal stage between full-on sleep and actual awakening. She was remembering how it felt when she kissed James and felt his erection pressing into her. Without thinking about it, she put her right hand between her legs and started rubbing her pussy. In her imagination, they were still in the corner of the theatre, but Jimmy's fly was undone. His cock had made its way out and the head had found its way inside her. As she imagined him getting harder, she rubbed herself harder, eventually getting her middle finger between her pussy lips. When the thumb grazed her clit, she woke up the rest of the way. Now she devoted herself fully to the fantasy, finger herself deeper each time. In her mind, James told her, "I'm coming, Jackie!" In real life she whispered, "Me, too, James," and she had an orgasm.

She returned to her dreamy state for what seemed like a minute and then her cell phone rang. She got up and answered it. She recognized the incoming number as James' cell phone. "Hi, sweetheart," she said.

"Hi, Baby," James answered. "Sorry I missed you last night."

"Don't pretend," Jacqueline said. "It was my fault, and you know it."

"I know," James said. "But anyway, I had a really good time the other night."

Jacqueline felt like a schoolgirl. "Same here," she said. "You have no idea how good," she thought.

"Next week is the county fair, and they'll have all kinds of fun things going on. Wanna go?"

By now her heart wasn't letting her head contribute anything. "I'd love to," she said.

"Great! The locations for all the events will be in the local paper on Tuesday. I'll call you that night and we can decide where to meet. Do you like roller coasters?"

Okay, she'd faked being someone else, but she couldn't fake enjoying a roller coaster. Well, she might fake enjoying it, but she'd never ridden one without throwing up, and she doubted she could fake that part. "No, not really," she said.

"That's okay, we'll find other stuff to do."

"James?"

He paused. "Yes?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Jackie."

Tuesday night James and Jacqueline both had their copies of the local paper. They decided to meet Saturday at five at the entrance on Third Street. It was close to one of the temporary eateries, and it would give them a good hour and a half before the fair closed for the night. Jacqueline would have preferred Sunday, but James wanted to go Saturday. He always got misty seeing a fair or anything like that close down because of his time with the circus. Jacqueline figured she could just show up and tell him what had happened, or no-show and call him without telling him she was his sister. She looked at the map to find a good place where she could tell him without anyone else knowing. Then she saw something that gave her a whole new perspective.




Masquerade



At five o'clock, James was waiting by the entrance for Jacqueline to show up. He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around to see a clown. "James?" the clown asked.

"Huh?"

"It's me, Jackie!"

"Why are you made up like that?"

"My sister wanted to go, so I came early, and we got our faces painted. I just decided to go all out."

"So, is Julie here?" James asked.

"No, she got tired of it. Luckily, we rode our bikes here, so I didn't have to leave with her." Jacqueline really had come by bicycle, just in case he pressed the issue.

"That's too bad. I'd like to meet her."

"Maybe later. Meet me on the inside."

James bought his ticket, and she met him just past the turnstile. "Wow. How many guys can claim to have dated two clowns in their lifetime?"

Jacqueline laughed and punched his arm softly. Then she hooked her elbow around his as they looked for the hot dog stand. Through no small effort, she managed not to get mustard on her face. That would have meant washing her face and revealing herself. James won her a large teddy bear at the strength contest and a small elephant in a ring toss. Jacqueline, on the other hand, won a clown doll because a barker couldn't guess her wait. She handed it to James. "Here, keep this, and remember today." For the moment, she thought she might actually be able to end this without being found out. At six, the voice on the loudspeaker announced that the fair would close in half an hour, and the fireworks would begin fifteen minutes after that.

"I don't really care that much about fireworks," James said. "How 'bout you?"

"Me neither," she answered. Even if she had liked them, she would have said no so that she could end the day.

As they walked toward the entrance where they'd met up, James asked, "Ever go skinny-dipping?"

"A long time ago," Jacqueline answered. She remembered the only time it had happened. Coincidentally, it was with James then too. "I was ten. My, um, my cousin and I, our families went to a spot on the coast for a week, and we just decided to try it on the spur of the moment." She left out the fact that James had dared her to do it, and she said she would if he did. That was the first time she'd seen a penis.

"There's a lake nearby, close to the exit on the other side. Wanna do it again?"

Now Jacqueline's heart was in control again. "I know the lake you're talking about. I'll race you there!"

Jacqueline had taken an acting class as one of her electives in college, and one thing she remembered was how to run fast enough to convince the audience while still getting caught. She hoped it would work here. She ran the half-mile to the lake, always making sure James wasn't too far behind in case they weren't really thinking of the same lake. She remembered a tree in that area, and she ran just far enough ahead of him that he could see her when she ran behind a tree. She turned her back to the lake, and when Jim made the turn, he ran smack into her waiting arms. She wrapped herself around him like a badly animated octopus and kissed him. "James," she moaned.

"Jackie," he moaned back. She could feel him getting hard again. She ground her hips into his and then let go. "So, are we gonna do this?" James asked.

"Yes, but, um, ..."

"What?"

Jacqueline remembered a scar on her stomach from when she had her appendix out. "Well, I'm a little shy."

James thought about the workout she'd given his cock the last two times they were together. "You are?"

"Well, as far as actually being seen, I mean," Jacqueline explained. "You go on the other side of the tree and take your clothes off, and I'll take mine off over here."

"Um, okay," James said, and he walked to the other side.

"Are your glasses off?" she asked.

James had already taken his shirt off, so he took his glasses off and put them on top. "Yes," he shouted.

Jacqueline disrobed quickly. While she did that, she tried to recall what his dick had looked like thirteen years ago, but the memory wasn't clear. When she was naked, she ran into the lake until only her shoulders were above water. "I'm ready," she shouted. She looked in his direction, but he was bent over, removing his underwear.

He looked up. "Hey, if Ican't watch, neither can you. Turn the other way," he said.

"Fair is fair," she sighed, and she turned to the side. She heard a small splash, and then several loud splashes. She turned around to see him about ten feet away and coming toward her. He started splashing water in her direction. Remembering the face painting, she yelled, "Stop that!" and turned away again. She tried to run away. She got about five feet, but James had wisely started swimming.

When he caught up to her, he swum around to face her again and let his feet fall so he was standing. He put his arms out, and she embraced him. "I love you, Jackie," he told her.

"I can tell," she said, putting her hand on his cock. James moved closer, getting it between her thighs. She whispered, "I love you, too, James." She started stroking his cock.

"Oh, Jackie!" he moaned. She stroked harder. "Yeah, do that! I love it."

"I've got a better idea," she told him. "Go sit on that rock over there." She tried to tell herself, It's only incest if you fuck him.

"Where?" he asked. "It's getting dark, and I left my glasses back there, remember?"

"Take my hand," she told him. He did, and she slowly led him to a rock that was about ten yards from the shore. It rose about a foot above the water. He sat down, and Jacqueline grasped his cock again. It didn't look much longer than she'd recalled, but it seemed much thicker. She leaned over and took him in her mouth.

"Oh, God, yeah," James moaned. When she had as much as she could get in her mouth, she placed her tongue at the place where the ridge underneath met her lips and came back up. "Oh, shit!" he yelled. She fondled his balls and went back down. Now she sucked the air out of her mouth so it was flush against him. She did this until she saw his balls start to contract. She prepared to swallow, but a pair of headlights flashed past them in the distance. "Fuck!" James yelled. Jacqueline let him out of her mouth, and they both went back to the deeper part of the water, keeping nothing but their heads above water.

"Think they're gone?" Jacqueline asked.

"It's probably safe," James answered. They stood back up, and James kissed her again. He opened his mouth, and she did the same. 

She let him poke his tongue around her mouth as if it were a little cock and ground her hips against his. This time there wasn't enough room between them for her to put her hand on his cock. It was rubbing the lowest part of her crotch as it went past her. She could feel the head rubbing her thighs with each thrust. She reached behind him and put her hands on his shoulders. She pulled herself up so that her entire torso was higher than his cock and wrapped her legs around his chest. He held her close at the waist and sucked on her nipples. "That wasn't what I had in mind," she exclaimed, "but don't stop!"

He did this for about a minute and loosened his grip. Sensing that he wanted what she did, she started to slide down. Before she could get his cock into her, though, he straightened it out. "Not yet!" he said. Not "no," she noted, but "not yet."

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Let me eat your pussy first," he said.

Remembering the appendectomy scar, Jacqueline shook her head. "After we've been in the lake water all this time?"

"Next time, I guess," he said. "Now take a deep breath."

She tried to ask, "What for?" but she felt herself going under and she inhaled quickly by instinct. He pulled her underneath and kissed her again. It only lasted a few seconds, and he rose up again. "That's amazing," Jacqueline said. "Can you believe I'd never had an underwater kiss before? But don't EVER do that again. Without warning me, I mean."

"I promise," James said. Now he reached underneath her and pointed his cock up. He could feel her velvet pussy lips moving over the head. 

"You're on the Pill, aren't you?"

She rose up again. "Yes, but how'd you know?"

"I didn't. But I hoped you wouldn't have sex with me on our third date without some kind of protection. And just about anything else would be damn near impossible to put on in the water, if it even worked in lake water. So that leaves the Pill."

"For all you know, I use Depo, or the patch."

"I would have felt the patch, and I didn't see any injection marks."

"Whatever, you're right," Jacqueline said. She resumed impaling herself.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked.

She had about three of his six inches inside her, and the reality set in. She was fucking her brother. It was incest, and there was no point in denying it. "Positive," she answered. Correction, she was making love to her brother.

He began thrusting upward in the water, and she complemented his efforts by thrusting downward. Soon they got into a rhythm, and the splashing sound they heard made the feeling that much more intense for both of them. "I love you, Jackie," he panted.

"I love you, too, Jimmy," Jacqueline replied. "Make love to me!"

He made a strange face and went even harder. Jacqueline chalked it up to the strange faces people always make during sex. "I'm gonna come in your cunt!"

Jacqueline felt her own orgasm approaching. "I want you to. Come inside me!"

"Oh, fuccck!" James shouted. "I'm coming! Can you feel it?"

"I sure do," Jacqueline moaned. "Can you feel me coming too?"

"Oh, yeah," James acknowledged. When both orgasms had subsided, James was still supporting Jacqueline on his lap, even though he had gone flaccid and was no longer inside her.

Jacqueline pulled his face to her and kissed him like she'd seen on the DVD cover for The Notebook. "Let's get dressed," she said. "I don't feel like pushing my luck much further."

"Gotcha," James said. "Well, maybe push it just a little." He led her by the hand to land and they walked naked, hand in hand to her pile of clothing. She let go of his hand, and he went around to his pile. She put her shirt on first. If he came back suddenly with his glasses on, she didn't want the scar to show. As they were getting dressed, he said, "You've never called me Jimmy before."

Oops. "Oh, I, uh, just assumed that you go by Jimmy."

"Nope. I don't like to be called Jimmy, except by certain people."

"Sorry," she said.

"Do you usually go by Jackie, or is that just what you use on the 'net?"

"I like Jackie, but my family insists on calling me Jacqueline." She got her shoes back on just as he came around.

"It's dark," James said. "I'll walk you to your bicycle."

"Thanks," Jacqueline said. They walked hand in hand all the way to the fairgrounds, where most of the concessions and rides had been shut down for the night, but there were guards around, and some people were still working their regular jobs.

"My hand's starting to cramp," James said, and he let go of Jacqueline's. "You know, I have a house. You could move in with me."

Reality came back to her. "I don't think my parents would approve," she said. She turned away from him, toward a large plate glass window. She saw her reflection and pounded the glass. "Oh, God!" she shouted.

"What?" James asked.

"Look at me! The face paint is gone!"

"Yeah, so?" he asked.

She pounded James' chest with her fists. "You know! You bastard!" James stood silently. "You knew I'm your sister and you let me fuck you! How could you?"

"Well, you knew I'm your brother, didn't you? Why'd you keep going out with me?"

"I ... Oh, God, I'm so stupid. I recognized you at the restaurant, and I wanted to get even with you for standing me up a few months ago. Then I realized I could find out how you were really doing instead of Mom and Dad's version. How long have you known?"

"When I got back in touch with Mom and Dad, Mom gave me everyone's cell phone number. I recognized it when you gave it to me on the Internet."

"You knew all along?" Jacqueline asked.

"Yeah. Once I realized you were pretending to be someone else, I played along to see how far you'd take it. I promise, I didn't mean for it to go this far."

"Gee, thanks, brother. I'm so glad to know that you hadn't planned on fucking your sister."

"No, I mean I didn't plan on falling in love with my sister."

"You--you meant it?" They passed through the turnstile.

"Well, the first time I said it, I was pushing your buttons just to see what you'd do. But when I called you Saturday morning and said I love you? Yeah, I meant it then, and I've meant it every time since."

"Wait a minute. If you didn't mean it the first time, how come you got a hard-on when you were kissing me in the theatre?"

"What can I say? You're a sexy woman, and kissing a sexy woman naturally gets me excited. So, did you mean it?"

Jacqueline took both of James' hands and looked up at him. "Every time. Including the first time you said it."

"My offer still stands."

"To move in? What would I tell Mom and Dad? If you lived closer to school than I do, I could say it's to save gas. But you're not even in the same district."

"So get a job in my area."

"That'd work, wouldn't it? Do you have a spare bedroom?"

"Sure. But I had a different arrangement in mind."

"It's not what I had in mind, either. I just meant, we'd have to make it look like I sleep there in case family ever comes over. And at school I'll go by Mrs. Vincent, so they'll assume we're a married couple."

They had come to Jacqueline's bicycle. "I always admired your ability to plan."

Two years later, James waited in the car while Jacqueline went inside Walgreen's. She was headed toward the pharmacy, and she stopped. She got out her cell phone and selected one of her pre-set numbers. "Mom? ... It's Jackie. ... Do you think Jimmy would make a good father? ... Thanks." She had only been gone a couple minutes when she returned to the car. Besides her purse on her arm, the only thing in her hand was the prescription. She crumpled it up, stuffed it in the litter bag and kissed James. Smiling, she told him, "You're gonna get lucky tonight."



Masquerade



My birthday was coming up and I wasn't expecting a big party or anything. I was hoping Davey and I would actually be able to spend it wrapped up in each other, having amazing sex all night. That's really all I wanted, anyway. However, Davey had other things in mind...

"Hi, lovely!" Davey said enthusiastically when I entered our bedroom and plopped down on our king sized bed.

"Hello, darling," I smiled back at him.

"How's the most beautiful woman in the world?" he asked.

"I don't know. Why don't you go ask her?" I laughed.

"Very funny," he said sarcastically, "you are gorgeous. Deal with it."

I looked down, blushing, then cleared my throat.

"So...what was it you wanted to talk to me about?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Oh, of course...your birthday," he smiled, "I arranged a little get-together...well, more like a masquerade..."

"Oh my God!" I squealed, interrupting him. I got really excited because I had always wanted to have a masquerade of my own.

"I'm sorry, honey. Continue."

"I took it upon myself to pick out a dress and a mask for you. I also picked an outfit for myself," he said. He walked over to the closet and pulled out our outfits. Mine was a black floor-length gown with an appropriate mask with black and red feathers. His was a black tux and a cape with a Phantom of the Opera-style mask.

"Amazing. Simply amazing," I said, admiring my gown.

"I cannot wait to see you in it," he winked at me.

My birthday finally arrived and I was ecstatic. I slipped into my perfectly fitting gown and put my mask on. I admired myself in the mirror for a few seconds when Davey snaked his arms around me from behind.

"Goddamn," he whispered, looking me up and down, "you are going to be the most gorgeous woman here."

"Oh stop!" I giggled, "now, let's greet our waiting guests."

Davey and I linked arms and walked down the hallway. We glided down the stairs as our guests applauded us and shouted "happy birthday" to me. I was almost to the point of tears, I was so incredibly happy. "Promised You a Miracle" by Simple Minds came on over the speakers as a masked man approached me and Davey. I immediately recognized him.

"Happy birthday, sweetie," he grinned.

"Thank you, Jade!" I said as I pulled him into a hug, "where's Marissa?"

"Oh, she couldn't make it," he said with a hint of sadness in his voice as he looked down at the floor.

"You wanna talk about it?" I offered.

"No, I'll be okay," he forced a smile. I knew his heart was broken and it hurt me so much to see my friend in such pain. The Birthday Massacre's "Remember Me" started playing and Davey took me by the hand.

"Let's dance!" he shouted over the music.

He pulled me close to him and our bodies swayed in sync to the music. We were dancing so close, you couldn't have put a piece of paper between us. I had one arm wrapped around him while my other hand snaked down his back and around his waist to his crotch and softly rubbed him. I nuzzled his neck with my nose, inhaling his cologne. I kissed my way up to his lips and licked them, playing with his lip ring until he allowed me entrance. I caressed his neck while we kissed and I continued grinding against him, feeling his growing erection. I briefly pulled away.

"Enjoying this?" I asked with a sly grin.

What an unnecessary question.

Davey shook his head "yes".

"Hannah, I can't stand it anymore. I want to give you your surprise now," he shouted over the music.

"Really?" I raised an eyebrow and leaned into his ear, "I love surprises. Please...show me."

We stealthily ran upstairs to our bedroom and as soon as the doors shut, clothes were immediately discarded. He slipped my gown off my body and gasped when he saw that I was wearing nothing underneath. I laughed as I grabbed his tie and pulled him to me.

"Come here, Tiger Man," I growled, "let's get you out of this."

"Ooh, yes ma'am," he said playfully.

We were both left only wearing our masks and I was about to pull mine off when Davey stopped me.

"No, leave it on," he said, gently wrapping his hand around my wrist.

"You wanna do it with the masks on?" I asked, chuckling a little.

"It'll be fun, baby," he said with that sexy smirk that I couldn't resist. The whole idea really did turn me on, so I agreed. I rolled back onto the bed as Davey kissed me. He closed the drapes on our king-size canopy bed and crawled back on top of me. He then trailed his tongue ever so lightly all over my body. He came back up and continued kissing me. He brushed the inside of my thigh with his hand and finally settled on my wet center.

"Davey, please...I need you now," I begged.

He positioned his manhood between my legs and rubbed the head against my tender clitoris.

"Ahh!" I moaned, gripping his shoulders.

"You want it?" he asked hoarsely.

I just sighed.

"Do you want it?" he repeated.

"Yes! Please!" I whined.

I felt electric jolts throughout my entire body as Davey entered me.

"Ohh my...Davey...mmm...I love how good that feels!" I moaned.

"I love you! I love the way you feel...so, sooo tight," he responded, his breathing labored. He made slow, hard strokes into me and I could feel myself getting wetter with each one. I trembled uncontrollably at the feel of his pulsating shaft grinding against my G-spot and my clitoris.

"Oh Davey," I whimpered.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Uh-huh," I breathed out, "go faster, honey."

He obeyed and rocked his hips faster and harder. He was pumping so hard he was almost knocking the wind out of me, but I loved it. The white-hot pleasure was so intense, I started sobbing. We both got so carried away as we shared each other, moaning with delight. I raised up a little so Davey could penetrate my clitoris more fully.

"Ohhhh!! Oh God! Right there. Right there!" I screamed, "Yes!! Ugghhhh! Give it to me!"

"Ohhhh fucking yes, Hannah," Davey groaned, "I'm gonna come so hard in you, baby."

"Almost there, just a little more," I panted. My inner muscles throbbed and contracted around him, bringing him over the edge. I could tell he was coming just by his facial expressions; he was panting heavily, his eyes squeezed tightly shut and his mouth wide open. He whimpered as his hot cream filled my insides. I soon followed, violently shaking as I felt those familiar jolts take over me. I moaned loudly, arching my back as my body finally got the release that it desperately needed. We both lied there in a sweaty, tangled mass of limbs as we exchanged soft pecks on the lips. All of a sudden, someone pulled the drapes back. I gasped as I covered myself. The mystery person was Jade, only wearing his mask and a sexy grin.

"What's he doing here?" I asked, halfway suspicious and halfway turned on.

"Well...that's the other part of the surprise," Davey explained, "Jade wants to join us." 



Masquerade



Lisa and I picked out incredible  costumes. We were both Neon Witches. My costume consisted of a black witches hat with neon pink  stripes, a bright neon pink waist length hair wig, a black cape, a small black mini skirt and tight sexy top,  neon pink and black striped thigh high stockings to match the hat. It was accessorized with a bat belt  and a bat pin on the top, and then we wore black masks that were shaped like bats wings. We were  absolutely the wildest hottest sexiest looking witches ever! Lisa wore the same costume but in neon  green instead of pink. We entered the party around 8:00 p.m., the costumes were incredible, there was  no way of knowing who was who. We came alone so we wouldn't know our supposed dates either. It  was weird looking at everyone like strangers. We held hands and went and got drinks. We sat for a  while and just looked at all the people arriving and the different outfits. So many guys, their voices  unfamiliar, came up and hit on us and flirted. The party was slammed about an hour after we arrived,  music was rockin'. We danced and drank and danced some more. 

After about another hour lights were  dimmed, a bell sounded and an eerie announcement was made that the Masquerade was now  beginning. The surprise we had all waited for. I was curious as to what was going on. I sat back on a  couch and watched with Lisa by my side. Creatures, and ghouls and monsters coupled up with one  another, some triples and more. Hands began groping strangers' bodies; tongues were becoming  entwined with others. Lisa and I looked on surprised and shocked at what was happening around the  room. Suddenly a witchdoctor character came up and groped both of us, quite forcefully, squeezing our  breasts. In harmony we yelled "hey" and he just laughed and moved on. Around the room now bodies  were becoming more intimate with others, costumes had been pulled up or down. Lisa and I looked on  and smiled, getting more and more excited by the minute as we saw cocks hanging out in the open, all  shapes, sizes and colors, some soft some very hard already. We saw breasts being revealed and  groped, licked and sucked on, but still no faces were revealed. The lights dimmed further. Soon moans  were being heard all around the room. I jumped up after almost being attacked by a Roman Warrior  and holding Lisa's hand we headed to the kitchen. The kitchen was quiet. We laughed and talked about  what was happening. 

I was breathing hard and felt myself getting wet from all the sexual sounds and  sights. A guy in a toga costume came up and whispered in Lisa's ear, and she turned and started to kiss  him. I guess he revealed himself to her and she knew him. I was suddenly held in a gorilla's arms that I  didn't know and was pulled out of the kitchen to the dining room. I was picked up and laid down on the  dining room table before I could even think of saying anything. I had gorilla hands all over my body like  a sex-starved maniac. He pushed my cape to the sides and revealed my curvaceous covered body to  any eyes that wanted to see. I pleaded with him to stop to no avail. Whoever he was, he was strong, his  hands were firm and not gentle at all. I didn't like that and began to struggle more. My head was feeling  funny from what I had drunk. I usually don't drink that often so when I do it doesn't take much to get me  feeling tipsy. I looked up in my relentless struggle with the big ape and saw the Roman Warrior enter the  dining room, followed by a few more characters. I felt relieved that others were in the room with us. It  only took a few minutes however to realize they weren't going to assist me in any escape plans. My  hands were pulled and held tightly above my head by someone and so were my legs, I could not move  except for my squirming midsection. My body was on display across the whole dining room table. 

I  demanded to be let go immediately, my demands turned to begs. All ignored by laughs. Suddenly I  panicked as I felt someone's hands push up my miniskirt and grip the small straps of my panties and in  one swift movement pull them down. "Nooooo" I screamed out, but it was just drowned out by the loud  music, moans of pleasure, laughter, and typical party noise. Next, my shoes were removed and my cape  was undone. Then someone pushed up my tight top. I felt my naked breasts bounce free. Cool air  surrounded them and I felt my nipples perk up. I heard sighs of appreciation as hungry eyes witnessed  my beautiful tanned tits. I felt so helpless on the table, held by my Halloween strangers, I still struggled  but realized I was going nowhere. I looked to the side and through the open doorway I could see into  the living room. I could see sex everywhere. Guys naked asses were bouncing up and down pounding  cocks into their strange lovers. Gals were on their knees sucking on erections they didn't even know the  owners of. Masked strangers were between spread thighs causing unknown women to scream out in  pleasure. It was a scene of one mass orgy of unknown participants. I felt my top totally removed and  then my skirt was drawn down my held legs. They release me long enough to just remove my clothes  totally, then I was held back down against the table. I lift my head and looked down the length of my  tanned naked body. My breasts heaved up and down with my deep breaths, and my nipples, hard,  stood up towards the ceiling. I looked down my firm slightly rippled tummy to my pubic mound, and  then down each sculptured leg. 

Hands held each leg just below the calf, one held by a Clown and one  by an Indian Chief. Both their masked faces stared at my splayed womanhood. The Gorilla made hand  gestures and the two guys immediately on cue spread my legs apart. The Gorilla spoke for the first time,  but his muffled voice was deep and unrecognizable. "Don't hurt her at all guys" he said. "She is precious  and I don't want her to feel any pain, this is just for fun". Well that was a relief to hear I thought. Up until  then I was very worried. I jumped as his rubber gorilla hands traced there way up my open legs, across  my firm belly, and up to my tits. He gently circled my nipples and pushed them gently inwards. He was  much gentler now. His hands made there way back downwards to my, now, dripping quim. My body  shivered and I squirmed slightly as the middle finger rubbed up the length of my wet slit. I raised my ass  slightly off the table as I felt the fat finger begin to open me and penetrate me ever so gently. He stopped  after only just beginning to enter me. Instead he rubbed me more. Finding my excited clit he massaged it  with one finger. A moan escaped my lips. I suddenly realized how vulnerable I was. I had never been  naked in front of this many people at once. Never had so many eyes looked upon my naked body. That  in itself caused excitement and apprehension all at the same time. 

After I felt my wetness increase I again  felt a finger begin to be inserted in me. My pussy opened as the thick rubber penetrated deeper and  deeper. I moaned out as four or five inches of the gorillas finger crept deeply into my vagina. I heard the  others groan and whisper and sigh. The finger soon began a slow fucking motion in and out, my moans  escaped on each inward thrust. I pushed my pelvis upward to meet the thrust and embed the finger  deeper. "Ohhhh it feels so good" I spoke out loudly. My head rolled from side to side as I was finger  fucked by the big monkey. I could not help but wonder who he was inside this suit. Someone came in  and removed my witches hat, and placed a cushion under my head. My mask was still firmly in place.  Suddenly the fat finger withdrew and a sudden emptiness went through me. I saw the Gorilla walk  around the table and stand at the edge between my spread legs. I was pulled downwards until my ass  was right on the edge of the table, my legs were still held outwards and spread. My arms were now held  out to the side of the table. I was still helpless. I watched as the Gorilla signaled for someone and  Cleopatra of all people came to his side. He whispered in Cleopatra's ear and I watched as she kneeled  before my twat and began licking me. "Oh my God" I yelled out, as her tongue caressed my pussy lips  and then found my clit. She bent closer and sucked my clit between her lips and gently nibbled on it with  her teeth before darting her tongue in and out of me quickly. Over and over she lapped at my pussy and  fucked me with her tongue. I felt a mixture of my juices and her saliva dribble down my ass cheeks and  in the crack of my trembling butt. I looked down at her as she sucked, licked and fucked me with her  talented lips and tongue. I tried to make out who she was. 

The Gorilla held her head from behind and  pushed her face into my now dripping pussy. I started to moan louder as I felt my first orgasm begin to  build within me. The Gorilla noticed this and made Cleopatra stop what she was doing. I screamed out  "Nooooooo, please don't stop, oh please don't", it was too late. She stood up smiling. My love juice  was dripping off her chin, she licked her luscious lips as she turned and moved away. The gorilla  stepped closer. I felt him fumbling and looked up. He had taken his hard cock out from his costume. A  nice firm dick protruded out of the costumes black fir. I hissed "yessssss, ohhhhh yesssss fuck me  pleaseeeee, fuck me real hard". He stepped closer and I felt the spongy head of his cock as he rubbed it  up and down my wet slit and then push between my puffy lips. I opened for him and his length slid in to  the hilt in one forceful thrust. Thank God his cock wasn't that big or it would have hurt like hell. Even  though I was drenched. I felt the head of his manhood deep inside me. He began a fast and ruthless  fucking motion. Pounding in and out of my pussy relentlessly. I felt his balls slap against my ass on each  thrust as his huge gorilla hands pulled on my thighs to pound even harder. My pussy throbbed inside  from the building orgasm, but before I could get close to release he pulled out of me, and Cleopatra got  the treat that should have been mine. Quickly my pussy was left empty and I watched as she kneeled  before the gorilla and took his exploding cock in her mouth. Slurping and suction noises filled the room  as she drank down his hot sperm. I was still pinned down to the table, but my emptiness wouldn't last  long. 

The Roman Warrior had been replaced holding my arm and had taken up the vacant space left by  the gorilla. With no time at all, his nice fat cock suddenly filled me. I felt my pussy stretch much further  around this new cock, and he wasted no time at all sinking completely. He thrust into me very fast then  slowed his pace. His eyes were glued to his cock entering my wet hot hole. He mumbled about how  good I looked stuffed with his dick, and how my lips would move outwards with each withdrawal of his  cock and then they would push inwards with each thrust. He pushed in as deep as possible and then  pulled out completely except for just the very tip. When deep inside he would manipulate his muscles to  cause his penis to throb powerfully. I would moan loudly each time, which caused him to do it more,  enjoying what it was doing to me. All of a sudden he started pounding into me forcefully and so very  fast. If my legs were not being held tightly, I surely would have been fucked all the way across the table.  My pussy, as good as it was feeling, was actually starting to become sore, just slightly. The Roman  Warrior's cock was thick and rubbed the sides of my slit roughly. Suddenly he groaned he was coming  and I felt him swell, then again, I was left empty and he exploded all over Cleopatra's pretty masked  face. I yelled my disapproval, not only was I not feeling the guys incredible orgasm I had one of my own  boiling inside and building! I squirmed on the dining room table trying to get free but with no way. More  people had come into the room. I felt like I was on display now. 

Someone joked that I was the main  course and to dig in. And that's what they did. I had three masked strangers lined up between my  spread legs and open pussy. All had their cocks out and were jerking them off, until they throbbed big  and hard. I nodded my head and repeated the words "no". My pleads fell on deaf ears it seemed.  Suddenly two mouths were sucking on my nipples and hands were all over my naked body. I was  sexually being spoiled. As the third cock this night entered my tightness, I screamed out. This one much  skinnier felt really good even though it was probably only five inches long. The cock fucked me hard  and fast like the two before it, its owner not really caring what I felt or needed. Again as his cock  squirted, Cleopatra got it in her mouth sucking his small cock dry as he came. This also happened with  the next two cocks that pounded me yet closer to one huge orgasm that was now ready to gush out of  me. My body ached for release, my pussy burned with excitement and soreness from the major fucking  I had received thus far. I had never ever been fucked like this. Continuous hardons penetrated me  deeply and furiously thrust in and out of my tortured tightness. I was again lying on the table feeling  frustrated and empty when Zorro came up to the edge and beckoned for me to be moved to the side. I  was moved over accordingly. I was then staring at a huge throbbing penis, huge and angry looking.  Zorro rubbed the fat tip all over my lips, pushing at the same time, until my lips parted. He pushed just a  portion of his swollen flesh into my wet mouth. I had to stretch my jaws open so wide it actually was  uncomfortable. I, however, swirled my tongue around the thick head. I love to go down on my lovers  and love to feel an erection in my mouth. I did the best I could on such a huge dick. Suddenly, I thought  of Tim. I tried to see him. This cock had to be his. It was the only one I had ever seen with a girth like  this. I sucked and sucked trying to get more of him into my mouth. I tasted the salty precum. 

He  grabbed my head and held my mouth on him when suddenly my pussy was jammed full of another cock.  The guy had a nice sized cock and I felt the tip up near my womb as he pounded it into my spread  pussy. I tried to see who was fucking me but my head was held too tight to move. Now both guys were  fucking me vigorously. The cock in my mouth was sliding in and out only about five inches, it was just to  fat to take any more. The flesh in my puss was sliding consistently in with nice long steady strokes. I  moaned and screamed loudly but muffled with a full mouth, at the pleasure I was being forced to feel.  Suddenly Zorro pulled his cock out of my aching stretched mouth, I licked my lips and tasted his  sweetness. The cock inside me was also withdrawn before I felt it explode, as usual probably gobbled  up by Cleopatra. Zorro picked me up in his arms and carried me out of the dining room. I tried to see  facial features I could recognize but his mask covered far too much. He came to a door and kicked it  open swiftly and took me inside. 

The scent of the room caught my attention immediately, it smelled  beautiful. Candles illuminated the darkened room. I was set down on a huge canopy bed on my back.  My body felt used and sore from all the cocks that assaulted me deeply. Still there was an immense  orgasm within me just ready to be brought out. I was feeling so frustrated at this point. Zorro kissed me  passionately and caressed my breasts softly. He then went to the door and locked it. He came back to  the bed. He ran his finger tips down my skin very gently, over my breast and the hard nipple, down my  stomach, and along the length of my leg. He then whispered that he was going to fuck me like I'd never  been fucked before and asked me if that was ok. I giggled my approval. My head still somewhat  spinning from the drinks. With that he stood at the edge of the bed and undid his black cape and then  his shirt, and finally his black pants and boots. He stood before me naked in the candle lit room. His  muscles rippled perfectly down his chest and tight wash board stomach. My eyes then saw his  manhood, reared up and solid, pointing to the ceiling. I did not speak but wondered if my hand had  attempted to be wrapped around that thick shaft? The head was huge and swollen, the veins streaked  down the length of the super thick shaft. 

A light tuft of hair was at the base that the flesh stood out from.  The balls hung heavily and so full looking. Zorro grabbed his shaft with one strong hand and proceeded  to pump the skin back and forth a few times and then taunted me with filthy words. "You want my cock  don't you?" You finally want your cunt filled properly" "I bet you are dying to drink every drop of my  cum aren't you?" He went on and on as he stroked his monster cock. I saw a bead of precum ooze out  of the tip. He rubbed it around the smoothness of the head and it glistened in the candlelight. This teasing  sexual number was causing me to drool and get soaked. I was so horny I was beside myself. My hands  instinctively went to my pussy. I was on fire. He immediately barked for me to stop or he would have to  tie my hands. I reluctantly removed my hands from between my spread thighs. I moaned my  displeasure. My hips with a mind of there own swirled as if fucking the air. My nipples were so hard  they hurt. The tingle I now felt inside me was like a pressurized tank ready to blow. I begged for his  cock. Pleaded with him to please fuck me. He continued for a few more moments to jerk his cock  himself. I watched his strong hand slide up and down the rippled skin of the thick shaft. His cock was  incredible. He again stopped the stroking long enough to take one finger and smear the precum on the  tip all over the plum sized glands. He then went back to stroking the 10 plus inches of man meat.  Suddenly there was a knock at the door, he walked slowly, his cock bounced up and down as he  walked. His ass was beautiful from what I could see in this light, enforcing my idea that this was Tim. He  opened the door and allowed, of all people, Cleopatra to walk in. I raised up and said "No way". They  both just laughed and said that this time the pleasure would be all mine. And the rewards afterwards as  well. 

The two walked towards the bed. Cleopatra slowly began to disrobe, and with the silk threads of  her costume, she took my wrist and tied it to the bedpost snug but gently. She repeated this until she  stood naked before me, and I was totally tied at the wrists and ankles, helplessly. I looked at Cleopatra  again, and actually thought I recognized that body, she had tits like Lisa, a tan like Lisa, legs like  Lisa…but I wondered if my mind was playing tricks on me. "Lisa?" I quickly asked, with no reply she  just giggled. I then thought there is no way it could be her, she was a witch like myself! She turned  towards Zorro and grabbed his swollen cock. She looked at me, and while stroking his huge shaft,  asked me if I had ever had a cock this huge crammed into my tight tiny pussy. I watched as her small  hand barely could hold his thickness. I replied with a sultry "no'. Cleopatra then lead Zorro by his cock  to the side of the bed. While still gripping his flesh wand, she bent down and gently pushed a finger into  my sopping wet tightness. "Oh my god girl, you may be wet, but as tight as you are, this giant dick will  tear you in half. Maybe I should take it instead." I moaned my disapproval. I screamed out as Cleopatra  backed up against the huge slab of beef, I watched it literally protrude between her thighs and poke out  in front of her. It looked like she had a cock. As she spread her legs, I gazed as the rippled shaft  throbbed against her pussy. She reached down and massaged the huge head. Zorro had his hands now  on her hips. Their little game, I thought, was driving me absolutely crazy with lust. My pussy was  seeping juices. 




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Zorro slowly started humping his hips back and forth, I watched as his huge cock slid  back and forth between Cleopatra's thighs. She moaned as the rippled shaft slid across her pussy lips.  Her pussy I noticed was shaven smooth and looked delicious with a monster cock bumped up against  it. I began to squirm on the bed, wanting some attention. I begged to be touched. "Oh soon enough",  they both spoke in harmony. "But first we are going to drive you crazy" With that said, I watched as  Zorro reached down, grabbed his meat, and lifting Cleopatra up slightly, placed the massive head to the  opening of Cleopatra's pussy. Before I had time to complain, I watched the head penetrate her  tightness. She screamed loudly as the huge penis spread her lips to the point of tearing. Then Zorro  stopped and pulled out. They both laughed and came towards the bed. Climbing up on the bed, I hissed  how mean they were teasing me. This caused more laughter. They then asked "aren't you a pro at  teasing?" "Oh my God", I thought, "they know me." Zorro quickly straddled my chest. I found myself  staring at his massive wad of flesh. He lifted his shaft upwards and his huge dangling balls he thrust  towards me. "lick my balls baby" I did as he said, my tongue lapped at the hair covered testicles. "They  were huge", I thought to myself. 

I gently sucked on his sack and each ball, they were so big, one would  not fit in my mouth. I did my best to satisfy him though. His soft moans and comments, told me I was  doing a great job. I wanted my hands to be free to hold onto that monster cock. Just about that time I  felt Cleopatras lips and tongue pounce on my wet puss. I screamed out with total pleasure. As I felt her  tongue penetrate me, I knew then that it was Lisa. I had felt her tongue in me and knew that feeling  anywhere. Without any more thought, Zorro backed up slightly and aimed his cock at my mouth. "Suck  my cock, witchy". I achingly stretched my lips around just the head. "My god my mouth was full of  dick", I thought. His head was smooth as silk and I gladly swirled my wet tongue all over the sensitive  glands. I tasted Cleopatra's pussy on his cock head. I playfully poked my tongue into the peehole. I  tasted the delicious precum that was now seeping out, and loved the taste. I felt his cock twitch and  throb in my mouth. I tried to get more and more of it in my mouth, but it was just too big. I never  imagined I would have a problem sucking a guy off. It is my favorite thing to do and I considered myself  good at it! 

Muffled with cock, I screamed as Cleopatra had found my clit and was seriously sucking on  it and lapping at it with orgasm minded movements. She had two fingers buried inside me as her mouth  drove me ever so closer to my long awaited orgasm. If the cock was not filling my mouth totally, my  screams of pleasure would have echoed through the house. She was wiggling her fingers around inside  me as she sucked on my clit. My whole body was thrashing wildly under the sexual assault I was now  receiving. I felt so incredible, tied helplessly to the bed, naked and spread eagle, the biggest cock I had  ever seen embedded in my mouth, and fingers, tongue and lips, working my pussy into a frenzy. As I  again felt my orgasm approach, Zorro, broke the muffled moaning sounds with his voice, "is she ready?"  "As ready as she can be" Cleopatra replied. Suddenly the humongous cock was withdrawn from my  sucking lips. I watched the glistening tip move away from my hungry mouth. A long strand of precum  hung from my lower lip and went to the tip, then broke. I felt both Cleopatra and Zorro switch places.  Soon Cleopatra was straddling my chest where Zorro was. I felt the bed moving, but could not see  where Zorro was, but then felt him between my spread thighs. I looked through my bat mask at a  smooth pussy in front of my face. I could smell her sex as it was so close to my face. Then, I felt it. The  blunt spongy object, pushed up against my pussy. I realized it was Zorro and his massive monster of a  cock. I felt his hands gently pull my lips apart and again the huge tip nudged up against my now dripping  tunnel of love. 

I breathed in hard as I realized I was about a minute away from being torn open by the  biggest cock I'd ever known. I knew, no matter what I said or did, I would be helplessly penetrated by  the raging dick, and was going to be fucked like never before. Fucked like most girls, could barely  dream about. I felt him push forwards again. Just as his plum head opened me, I screamed out in pain,  and Cleopatra shoved her bald pussy into my face to muffle the screams of sexual agony. Zorro was  ruthless it seemed. He pushed again and I felt more inches of his manhood penetrate me. The pain was  excruciating as I thought for sure my pussy lips would literally tear. I begged for him to stop. "Pleeeease  stop, its too big" I screamed. "Your cock is tearing me apart…oh my God, taaake it  out…pleeeeeease." My screams again were muffled by Cleopatras cunt being force fed to me. I felt  again and again the cock being forced into my tortured pussy. I was reminded of the first time, when my  virginity was taken and the first cock broke through my hymen. This pain was much worse. I wondered  why I was having to go through this. I wanted it to end. I wanted to wake up and find out that it was all  just a dream gone bad! I begged for Zorro to take his cock out of me, but my pleas fell on deaf ears.  He was lost in lust, and savoring the tightness of my pussy wrapped and hugging his pole. Soon, he  stopped pushing. I felt his cock all the way up inside me. I thought the tip was literally pushing up against  my womb. I had never even imagined being this filled by a man. I remembered what my mother told me,  that after the pain subsides it will be replaced by absolute pleasure. I prayed that that would occur  before I passed out from the pain. 

Then Zorro began slowly withdrawing the flesh sword, it felt like it  just kept going. The emptiness it left behind felt so strange. Then in breath taking speed and power he  plunged back in. I again screamed out loudly. This time however he didn't stop moving, he withdrew  again and again pounded back into me. He continued this movement over and over again. Relentlessly  he fucked my stretched pussy. Suddenly, a feeling started deep down inside my body and started to  spread. It was a feeling of pleasure that mingled with the once severe pain. As the cock kept slicing in  and out of me, the pleasure took over more and more of the pain. After a while of my body being filled  by painfully big cock, the pain was gone. I still felt the painful feeling that my pussy would rip at any  time, and the uncomfortable feeling of the cock head punching into me internally, but the pleasure that  the cock was causing was now over powering the painful feelings. The initial severe pain of penetration  has subsided. A moan actually escaped my lips as I felt the flesh pole slide again into my wet depths.  Cleopatra hissed out, "taste me baby, make me cum all over that pretty face of yours". She then shifted  her quim closer. My tongue instinctively went to work on her slit. It felt so good, shaved smooth. My  tongue licked her all over, then parted her full lips and pushed inside. She screamed her approval,  "ooohhhh yesssss, your tongue is soooo hot, fuck me with your tongue…" I sunk my tongue deeper and  then wiggled the tip around inside her. Cleopatras hips shook under my tongue. Her love juices were  now leaking out of her and down my chin. I lapped at her intensely and drank her fluids. The moans and  screams of pleasure from Cleopatra and her filthy talk, was causing Zorro to fuck me even harder. 

His  cock was literally sawing in and out at an incredible pace. My pussy wetness was literally soaking the  flesh assault and the sounds of his cock fucking in and out were now very audible. My whole body  shifted back and forth with the forceful thrusts that were delivered. My tongue however stayed planted  deeply in Cleopatra. I only stopped to frequently suck on her little love button, then I would sink it back  deeply within her! Soon she wailed out her orgasm was there.."I'm cummmming" she screamed, "oh my  god don't stop, pleeeese don't stop, ooohhh yessss, yessssss oh here it cummms…its heeeeere…  yesssss……" then she erupted. Her orgasm flooded me, exploding juices filled my mouth, I gulped as  fast as I could, but soon my whole face was coated by her cum. Her body shook violently as the  immense orgasm racked her entire being. As she regained herself, she reached back and her fingers  pressed against my clit. She rubbed quickly on my clit as Zorro kept pumping me with his dick. Now  full strokes were working me over. He literally pulled almost all the way out and then slid it all the way  back in. On each thrust I felt my insides shift. His huge cum-filled balls swayed back and forth with his  pumping action and slammed against my ass. As this continued over and over, and Cleopatra kept  rubbing my clit, my orgasm absolutely raced through me. It was so long coming after all the earlier  cocks that pumped me were pulled out before I could come, and then this oral assault and fuck of a  lifetime, that I felt my legs literally begin to go numb. Then I lost it, the power of the orgasm rocked me.  I temporarily blacked out from the intensity. My body I had no control over as it shook and trembled. I  pulled on the wrist ties and ankle ties as I was thrown into a world of unbelievable pleasure. I felt the  cock within me swell even bigger, then it happened. 

As Zorro howled out he was coming, with one final  thrust, his sperm monster exploded. His cum blasted so powerfully that I felt the white heat of it shoot  deep inside me. Over and over again, Zorro emptied his cum tank in me. With the cock throbs and  blasting jism, it set me over the top. My cunt let go the biggest orgasm my young body had ever  experienced. I thrashed on the bed as my orgasm mixed with Zorro's. As his still huge swollen cock  acted like a cork in my pussy, the powerful orgasm, literally squeezed his cum and my juices out  between his cock and my stretched lips, spraying down his thick shaft and balls. The mixture poured out  and ran down between my ass cheeks. As my body spasms, Zorro, finished by slowly sliding his  softening cock in and out of me a few more times and then with a sound of suction left my pussy feeling  emptier than it ever had before. I felt the gush of cum pour out of my well fucked but sore pussy and run  down onto the bed. I was quickly untied. My body could not move at all. The muscles still spasm as I  lay there still. After a few minutes, Zorro picked me up and carried me back out to the dining room. I  was again placed on my back on the dining room table. I still could not move from my massive fucking  and incredible orgasm. Cleopatra entered and announced that, because I was deprived of the orgasms  earlier, she could only return what was rightfully mine. At that ten guys entered the dining room, and  climbed up on the table surrounding me on all sides. Kneeling up they all removed there cocks and  began jerking on them quickly. 

I watched dazed as all these different sized cocks, black and white,  swollen, were stroked by their owners hands. I looked up at the one right above my face just as it  began to cum, it spurted across my face and neck. I tasted it as one glob landed on my lips. I watched  as all the other nine cocks began to erupt as well. All were directed at my naked body. I had cum  showering down on me from every angle. Hitting my tits, my pussy, legs, face. I was literally covered by  hot male sperm. The guys all left and soon were replaced by a number of gals. All of them begin licking  up the cum from my body. They literally licked me clean. I could not even believe what was happening.  I lay there on the table quivering from the aftermath of an unbelievable sexual experience. Suddenly the  announcement was made that it was time to remove our masks. Everyone slowly uncovered his or her  identity. Sighs, moans, and giggles resounded around the room, as people discovered who their mystery  lovers were. My Zorro and Cleopatra disappeared however, and I never did discover who they were,  but I will go on with the belief that two of my friends, made one of my greatest fantasies cum true! 

I hope that this story brings you as much pleasure reading it as it did for me to write it! Please feel free  to email any comments to me! Hugs and kisses, Brandi xoxox kisses, Brandi xoxox



Masquerade



Lilliana stood before her enormous amount of designer clothing that decorated the four long racks of her walk in closet. "It's amazing how one person can have so much stuff, yet they can't find a thing to wear," she sighed to her best friend Sara who was lounging on the blue satin sheets that decorated her large heart shaped bed. Sara rolled her eyes impatiently and jumped off the bed to join her friend.

"Just go take your bath already. I'll pick something for you," she said.

"But I can't find a thing," Lilliana wined.

"Then go naked," Sara joked. Lilliana gave her a playful shove in the arm.

"Yeah, mom and dad would love that," she said.

"They're throwing this ball for you right?" Sara asked. Lilliana nodded. "Well, I say: COME AS YOU ARE!"

"I'll just have the people at Versace run something over. Megan knows what I like." Lilliana removed her short white tennis dress and grabbed a towel. Sara glanced at her friends naked body. Lilliana didn't mind the fact that her friend was a bi-sexual. She herself had been with a woman once, but for some reason never did it again. They had been friends since they met at a boarding school in France eight years ago. They both came from extremely wealthy families. Plenty of girls they knew were bi, but Lilliana didn't consider herself one.

Sara wasn't wure if her friend knew that she wanted her, she thought she kept it well hidden. Now as she watched her undress, she felt warm. Lilliana stood at 5'5" with a great toned body. Long legs, small waist, firm round ass, perky little 36b size breasts. Her hair was so blond it was almost white which went well with her soft tan and deep blue eyes.

"Alright," Lilliana breathed as she walked across the room to her own bathroom. "I'll be out in twenty. Call Megan and tell her: something stunning in black a.s.a.p."

"Will do," Sara said, momentarily slipping out of her trance to jump back on the bed and grab the phone. She felt the warmth between her own firm tan thighs as she watched Lilliana's ass sway back and forth until she disappeared into the bathroom. A few seconds later, she heard the bath running and some smelled the faint scent of the lavender bubble bath.

Sara pulled the scrunchie from her silky brown curls, causing them to tumble over her shoulders and down her back. She slowly ran her hand through her hair and closed her eyes. Taking in slow deep breaths of the sweet fragrance, she ran her hand over her plump 38c breasts that were held firmly in place by her tight sports top. Her nipple began to poke through. She fantasized about sitting in the tub with Lilliana. Kissing her softly. Sucking on her pink nipples. Sliding her hand between her wet pussy lips. Sara's breathing deepened. She pulled at her nipples with one hand and slowly rubbed her crotch with the other. Even through her tennis skirt/panty set, she could feel her own pussy getting wet and her clit standing at attention. She moaned softly when she pulled her panties to the side and slid two of her fingers deep inside her pussy. She envisioned tasting her friend. Making her moan. Just pleasuring her the way no man could.

"Hey! What did she say?" Lilliana yelled out from the bathroom. Sara snapped back to reality, blushing, even though she knew Lilliana was still in the tub.

"What?" she called.

"Megan. What did she say?" Sara fumbled for the phone and a response. She was so caught up, she forgot to call.

"Oh, yeah, Meagan," she stalled, looking around the room as if she were going to find an answer. "Um, she, ah, I uh... Oh, I mean I forgot the number!"

"What?" Lilliana asked. "Girl get your ass in here." Sara jumped off the bed with a smile. 'Calm down' she thought. 'If I go in all red faced, Lilliana is gonna ask what was up.' She stepped into the steam filled bathroom.

"Now what did you say?" Lilliana asked as she lay in the tub. She lifted her leg to shave. Sara watched the soap slide down her smooth skin.

"I forgot the number," she said simply. Lilliana smiled.

"You're just lazy. It's speed dial four." As Sara punched in the number she asked, "What are you shaving for? I thought you shaved this morning."

"Just in case," Lilliana replied. "You never know who you'll meet at your twenty first birthday ball." Sara rolled her eyes with a smile and handed the phone to her friend.

"It's ringing," she said. "I'm gonna head home and get ready. I'll see ya later."

"What are you wearing anyway," Lilliana asked.

"Don't know yet. I'm just like you. A closet full of shit and nothing to wear." The girls giggled. Sara gave a little wave as she closed the door behind her. She stood in the room with her back against the bathroom door. She took in a deep breath. Her heart was pounding in her throat.

"Boy, what I would do to be in that tub," she whispered.

9 o'clock rolled around quickly. Lilliana was stunning in her strapless low cut black dress. She wore a 21 diamond necklace, one for every year, and diamond earrings to match. They shimmered with every move she made. She searched the crowd for her friend, but couldn't seem to find her.

Time wore on and after a few glasses of champagne and meaningless mingling, Lilliana got bored. "Pardon me mum," an old English butler said.

"Yes, what is it?" Lilliana asked. He held out a piece of paper. "For you," he said. Lilliana took the paper and opened it up.

'come to the 2nd floor guess room, it's a surprise! happy b-day!' There was no signature. Lilliana looked up to ask who it was from, but the butler was gone. She decided to head upstairs. This party was boring anyway. She opened the door to the second floor guest room and flicked the switch. Nothing. Music from the radio filled the room.

"Ssshhh, close the door," a voice whispered in the darkness. Lilliana did what she was told.

"What's going on? Who's in here? Why is it dark in here?" she asked.

"Ssshhh," came from behind her. Lilliana jumped when she felt a soft hand gluid across her shoulder and down her arm. Then for some reason, she became relaxed. She felt soft kisses on the back of her neck.

"I just want you to relax," the voice whispered again. More kisses down her neck. She felt warm breath on her ear as a tongue slowly licked behind it, down her neck and to the middle of her back.

Lilliana didn't know if it was the glasses of champagne, but her body tingled. A rush of excitement ran through her. Not knowing who this person was that was now releasing the buttons down the back of her dress and letting it fall to the floor. She didn't know who's soft hands now caressed her ass and trailed kissed on the cheeks, but as she got caught in the feeling she didn't care.

Sara's heart raced kneeling on the floor, caressing Lilliana's soft skin. She managed to arrive late enough to the party to make sure there were a lot of people there. She slipped the note to the butler and told him to give it to Lilliana at ten o'clock and not to reveal who it was from. Fom there, she ran up to the room, turned on the radio and unplugged the lights. She stripped down to her bra and panties and closed the heavy drapes, leaving the room in total darkness. She stood behind the door, hoping this plan would work. Now here she was, on her knees, her friend standing before her, in nothing but her thongs.

Sara ran her hands up and down Lilliana's legs, kissing every inch of her softly. She heard Lilliana sigh as she crawled her way to the front and softly rubbed her crotch. Sara stood, led Lilliana to the bed and laied her down with her hands behind her back.

"Don't move your hands," Sara whispered.

"I won't," Lilliana replied. Sara smiled to herself and sat next to her beautiful friend. She leaned in and slowly traced her nipples with her tongue. One by one, then pulling them in her mouth, sucking softly. Lilliana moaned. Sara continued down her stomach and to her thighs. She moved herself to lie between Lilliana's legs. She pulled off Lilliana's thongs, and tossed them to the side. Sara put her lips inches from Lilliana's love. She inhaled the sent of her sex. Her head began to spin. It was all she could do to keep from plunging her fingers in her own pussy.

Sara placed her lips on Lilliana's clit. As if she were savoring the moment, her tongue circled and danced slowly around.

Lilliana moaned at the incredible pleasure she was feeling. Her mind swimming. She thought less and less about who it was. Now she didn't care. She rolled her hips slowly. Matching the rythm of the tongue.

Sara felt the movement of Lilliana's hops and picked up the pace, now flicking her tongue up and down Lilliana's clit. She slid two fingers inside her wet pussy, palm side up. She pressed upward and felt Lilliana's lips tighten, her body twitch and knew she hit the 'g' spot.

"Uuuuuhhhh godddd yes," Lilliana moaned. Sara pumped her hand bock and forth and continued to suck hungrily away at Lilliana's stiff clit. Not being able to hold back anymore, she shoved her free hand between her legs and began to rub frantically away at her own throbbing soaked pussy. It ached, begging for release.

Lilliana was now in high gear. With her hands planted under her, she lifted her hips. Not knowing who it was, and by now not caring, she grinded her hips. These fingers in her pussy. This tongue on her clit, caused her juices to flow. She fucked the tongue and fingers with force moaning and panting. She had never felt this before. The smell of her sex and the kissing sounds of the fingers fucking her pussy filled the air. Her heart pounded and her body shook. She was ready to explode.

"I'm gonna cum! Oh goddd I'm gonna cum!" she squealed.

Sara's hand pumped so fast it became a blurr. Her lips hurt from sucking. All she could do was flick her tongue back and forth, up and down Lilliana's clit faster than she thought possible. Lilliana's screams of pleasure had sent her over the edge. Lilliana's body tightened, and her pussy clamped around Sara's fingers. She shook with intensity from the mind melting orgasm, her cum filling Sara's mouth sending Sara to the point of no return. Her own body convulsed in orgasm as she sucked down Lilliana's juices. 

"Wow, I don't know what to say," Lilliana breathed as their bodies calmed down.

"You could say happy birthday."

"Sara!" she exclaimed as she sat up. "It can't be!" Sara sat with her face inches from her friend. 

"You mad?" she asked cautiously. She got her answer when Lilliana grabbed her face and kissed her deeply.

"Feel like going another round?" she whispered. Sara smiled in the dark. Sliding back down Lilliana's stomach.

"Absolutly," she said. Lilliana stopped her and laied her on her back.

"No," she said seductively. "It's my turn."

Sara felt Lilliana's lips kiss slowly down her stomach. A smile of satisfaction spreading across her face and shivers shot down her spine. She was glad things turned out this way. By the sounds of things, so was Lilliana.



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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to any person, alive or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Jamal, beer in hand, exits the kitchen, crosses the patio, and makes his way to the shaded end of the pool to join Scott. He's glad he wore a straw hat along with his sunglasses, that sun is capital 'B' brutal! It's early afternoon but the temperature is already in the mid-nineties and the humidity makes the air seem thick. The bright sun and sky aren't helping his hangover. He's hoping that the pool can bring him back to life. Scott is sitting in the shallow end against the wall using a folded towel for a pillow. Jamal snatches a towel from a lounge and does the same, stretching out here in the shade. The water feels refreshing, invigorating. He dunks quickly, then rests his head on the towel on the edge. 

"Oh that's good," He sighs, "That's really good!" 

Scott doesn't move or acknowledge him for a couple of minutes. Then he stirs and asks, "What time is it?" He takes a pull at the beer next to the towel.

"About two, more or less."

"Seen gramps?" Last night Scott's grandpa, Jerry, had accompanied them to a masquerade party sponsored by their fraternity, Delta Epsilon Lambda (nicknamed: the Deltas -- for obvious reasons!) and a sister sorority: Tau Nu Alpha (the 'T&As' -- for more obvious reasons!)

Jerry had been one of the original officers of the fraternity when the 'U' granted the charter. A very successful businessman, he remained an active (that is: generous) alumni in the Deltas and the 'U'. Scott and Jamal were lounging in Jerry's pool. 

"Just before the really crazy shit started he was trying to talk some older gals into the hot tub. That was the last I saw of him, hell, after "

"That 'Lara Croft' with the bing-cherry nips?" Scott laughs.

"You know Gramps!" Jamal joins his friend's laughter. "He was gonna go skin to skin before the the party was over!" 

They both guffaw at Gramps antics the night before. He's quite the character, Gramps is, a real pistol. Scott's grandma died years ago and Gramps had grieved up until a few years ago. Now he was bustin' loose and partying like he invented it! Scott used to be a little embarrassed by Grandpa Jerry, but all of his friends liked him so much that he had to accept the fact that Gramps was 'off da hook!' Gramps was a fitness freak -- he played tennis, squash, rode his bicycle, skied, and worked out daily. He was justifiably proud of his muscular, trim physique. Scott hoped that he looked that good when he was sixty. Gramps looked forty and frequently dated women young enough for Scott! 

They frolicked in the pool, splashing and belly-laughing about Gramps performance! 

Jamal continued, "Ohhh, ho, ho, ho, he, he, he told her that 'Aquaman' was capable of some deep diving...ho, ho, ho, and super powers under water!!"

Scott sputtered helplessly: "Gramps got game!"

Jamal was laughing so hard that he couldn't reply, just shook his head in agreement. Oh yeah! Gramps got game!

They laughed some more, enjoying the moment and the memory. 

Gramps had gone to the masquerade as the comic book character. Many of the women weren't familiar with the character (but were interested in a buff guy wearing tights!) so it was an icebreaker and Gramps used that to great advantage. 

They lay back, nursing their hangovers and beers, enjoying the cool water. 

"What about Catwoman? Did you bother to get her stats?" Scott smirked.

"Did you?" Jamal countered, "Hell, you had the same chances that I did! Besides, what was I gonna write 'em on or with? All either of us was wearing was our masks!"

"That's about all anyone was wearing, after it got started!" Scott agreed, "Talk about 'off the hook! OucH! Twisted! Sick!" He took another swig of beer and asked his friend, "How did it get started for you? I was talking to her friend, Wonder Woman, when we noticed all the action around the wading pool. We go over there and see you two skankin'!"

Jamal countered with: "Bizarre, wild, nasty! I mean, who could see that coming? I saw her talking to a couple of guys early and was thinking about introducing myself but they were dancing with her and staying pretty close so I figured that she'd made her choices. I mean she was smokin'! hot in that Catwoman outfit and with those big eyes, latte skin and short haircut, she's a look-alike or maybe even the real deal. I've heard that she likes to hang out in unlikely places incognito. Hell, she was a T&A in college! She's been known to show up for their parties on occasion, so why not a masquerade ball? Stranger things have happened. Then when I went to the bar, she appears next to me and says "Spawn? Right?" 

I said, "Yeah, but most folks here don't really know who that is."

She gives me this big wink and says "It really doesn't matter what the men think and I know that the T&A's appreciate a big, buff, brotha in a tight outfit with a cape!"

I thanked her and ordered some drinks. She's real relaxed, talking to me, leaning on the bar, just chillin'. I'm like: Wow! the smokin'est hoochie in the place is hangin' with me! I was trippin'!" 

"Oh yeah! She's a dead ringer for Halle! I thought it WAS her at first, all fine 'n' foxy in that black leather! Whew!" Scott agreed with Jamal's assessment.

Jamal continued: "She asks me to dance but it's too crowded and wants to go out by the wading pool where she can 'show off' her moves. So we're working our way through the crowd outside to the pool and she grabs my butt cheek with her claw and strokes my ass like she's scratchin' it! She's all up on me under my cape, smelling so good, feeling even better! Damn, I'm gonna get some wood just thinking about her! Sweet! So we get out there, slam our drinks, and start dancing. She starts prancing around and takes that whip off her belt and cracks it! I'm like: What the Fuck! Then she does it again and people start gathering around."

"That's when me and Wonder Woman noticed you two." Scott said. "She pulled me over there like she knew something was going on!" 

"Well, she's cracks the whip right next to me and then on the other side and dances right up against me -- first in front, then her back and rubs her butt on my meat! She smelled so good and I was half-past drunk, my cock got hard." Jamal remembered.

"Yeah, Wonder Woman started rubbing mine when she saw that woodie under your tights!" Scott laughed. 

"That's when she started kissing me and humpin' my leg, Da-yum!" Jamal shook his head, "Then she wiggled outa that top and danced over to invite that guy in the Yoda outfit to join in..."

"What happened then?" Scott asked.

"You were there!"

"Wonder Woman started the deepthroat on me and there was a crowd around you two, so pardon me, I was a little distracted!" Scott protested.

"Well, she dances back to me pulling that other dude by his boner, it was so whack!" Jamal laughs, "Then she does the tearaway thing with those leather pants!" 

"I think I heard everyone cheer for that!" Scott said. "No panties?"

Jamal smirked, "No panties. I would have liked some for a souvenir!" 

"She gave you a souvenir! Hah!" It was Scott's turn to smirk.

"You got that right! She tells me to sit on the lounge for the show. I'm buggin', a show, what the hell? She had Yoda stand next to the lounge, looks over the crowd and gives Batman a sexy 'come here' wave with her claw. She pats her ass and he's right there pulling his hardon out and rubbing it on her pussy! Then she pushed me back, grips my shaft with that petit lil hand and says 'you got a front row seat, best hang on' and licks it from balls to head! I couldn't believe how hard I got when she sucked on my knob, she took the whole thing into her mouth and halfway down her throat! She groaned real deep around my prick when Batman slid it in! I get harder and hotter and she's really sucking away on it while she's stroking that Yoda's cock. Then she rubs Yoda's dick up and down my shaft! Dude! I was harder than Chinese Arithmetic! It was so nasty!" 

Scott was silent for a long moment, then said, "She rubbed yer dickhead on another guy's? That is borderline perverted shit right there."

"It was sick! She sucked on both of us at the same time; that was fantastic! I mean she's tiny and and so hot!" Jamal paused, savoring the memory. "She's sucking on us and stroking us both at the same time, while Batman is doggin' her pussy and Yoda starts moanin' and groanin'! I couldn't blame him! I was getting close to cummin' myself! She strokes him faster and he shoots his load all over her face and my cock! She's slurpin' that goo up slow and nasty off my cock while Yoda is cummin' a quart and hollerin'! Batman's calling her a tight cunted whore and I couldn't hold off any longer, I came like a volcano! I must have shot five or six spurts while she tried to get every drop! So Crazy! People are laughing and cheering and Batman turns her around to finish him off. I wish I hadn't been so drunk, I would've liked to get some more. Damn! That bitch is a stone freak!" 

Scott recalls: "After Wonder Woman sucked me off we came over and watched that part, when she's sucking Batman and the Joker mounts her from behind! That dude had a dick as big as yours! Wonder Woman's telling me that she's gotta have another cock and starts rubbing on Chewbacca's ass." He shakes his head, remembering. "You weren't the only one too drunk to enjoy a good gangfuck! I was 'done in one' and Yoda had passed out next to the lounge. Every lounge on the patio was 'occupado'; the orgy was on! Meantime Wonder Woman was going down on Chewbacca and you had a ringside ticket for Catwoman's show!"

Scott continued, "Iron Man steps up next to Batman and she starts doing him too. What a show! She's getting humped by the Joker and giving head to Batman and Iron Man!"

"After she'd already gone down on Spawn (me), and Yoda! With Batman pumping her from behind! What a freak!" Jamal was awed. "Don't forget Harlequin, the blonde? She was getting her freak on across the pool with Spock, the Hulk, and Spiderman!"

Scott laughed, "Well, you had to get outa the way when Joker pulled out and put it in her face! That was the show-stopper! A cock in each hand rubbing Joker up and down and suckin' his choad! Next thing I know, Wonder Woman plants her tongue up Catwoman's ass right before Batman and Joker cum in her mouth!"

Jamal took off his sunglasses and took a drink, rolling his eyes, "I couldn't believe that crazy bitch, Wonder Woman! She sucking goo from Catwoman's cunt while Iron Man pounded her pussy! She was as much a freak as Catwoman!" 

Scott replied, "That's when I took a break and got another drink." 

Jamal nodded, "Me, too. It was getting too crazy and I needed a break. I still wonder what happened to Gramps? I hope he's ok."

Scott snorted, "Don't worry about Gramps, he can take care of himself and the ladies when he has to! He probably was getting double-teamed half the night."

"You got that right!" Jamal agreed. "What a crazy night! What a bunch of horny bitches! And we were both too drunk to get more than one nut! Shit!"

"Well, Gramps warned us, y'know, not to get too slammed." Scott replied.

"He always says that." Jamal countered. "He's nearly always right!"

"Wait a minute!" Scott looked at Jamal. "D'ya think that Gramps arranged that little soire'?" 

"It wouldn't be the first time!" Jamal replied.

They both laughed and leaned back into the cool, shallow water silently reflecting on the night before. 

A few minutes later a Hummer limo pulled into the lower drive and turned around. It parked next to the side entrance and waited. Jamal stood up to get a better view. Scott joined him. They stepped out of the pool as three women exited the house and walked to the limo. One was the small hipped, big nippled 'Lara Croft' from the night before and Scott was sure that brunette was 'Wonder Woman'. The curvy, petit brown girl was undoubtedly 'Catwoman'. Grampa Jerry followed them to the driveway wearing a short, red silk robe and slippers. He hugged and kissed each one as they got into the limo. They rolled the windows down and called goodbye to him as it drove off.

Scott and Jamal, dumbfounded, just looked at each other.



Masquerade



Chapter One

As Antonius sat by the fire in the den, his reverie was interrupted by a knocking at the door. Annoyed at the interruption of his thoughts of the enchanting Lady Elena, he gruffly responded, "What is it?"

The door opened and in stepped his manservant and head of the estate staff, Jameson.

"Pardon the intrusion, your lordship, but a messenger has arrived from the castle and awaits you in the reception room. She said that on the instructions of her Lady, that she could deliver her message to you and you alone."

At this news, his displeasure vanished and like a shot, he rose from his chair and made haste to receive what he hoped to be a positive response to the invitation he has sent to the Lady Elena.

Just short of the room, Antonius paused to smooth his appearance and took a deep breath to slow the racing of his heart. He experienced a moment of doubt, but praying for the best, stepped inside. Standing there, facing away from him, he found a young lady of about thirteen, whom he recognized as a maid of Lady Elena, rather nervously shifting from one foot to the other. Taking pity on the poor child, Antonius smiled and softly cleared his throat to attract her attention.

Turning toward the sound, she demurely blushed and stammered as she curtsied, "Good e, e, evening, Lord Antonius."

"Good evening," he replied in a gentle tone, "Please, won't you take a seat?"

Antonius indicated a chair nearby and offering his hand led her to it. She was still blushing furiously, but once seated, appeared to relax a bit. Taking a chair nearby, he sat and turned to face her.

"Please be at ease," he said in a querying tone and paused, hoping to elicit her name.

"Mirabelle, your lordship."

Antonius smiled and replied, "Then please be at ease Mirabelle and you can deliver the message of your Lady."

Seeing that he was not as scary as his appearance might suggest, Mirabelle visibly relaxed and after taking a moment to compose herself, she stood again.

Antonius watched her curiously as she retrieved a small note from the folds of her dress, which she reviewed briefly. She then stood as tall as she could, she curtsied once again and spoke.

"Your lordship, my Lady Elena asks that I tell you that she would be honored to attend the masquerade ball with you and sends this as her reply to your other inquiry."

With that, she leaned close to his chair and kissed Lord Antonius lightly on the cheek, then stepped back, blushing a deep crimson.

At that, Antonius laughed merrily and took her small hand in his. Mirabelle was a sweet child and seeing his happiness, she smiled too, her eyes sparking.

"Mirabelle, please convey to your Lady my sincere gratitude," he stated as he released her hand.

Antonius stood slowly to walk with Mirabelle to the front door and calling to Jameson, instructed him to escort her home in his carriage, because it was evident from the lack of a waiting carriage, that she had arrived on foot. At first, she wanted to decline, but Antonius insisted and helping her into the carriage, gave her a small kiss on her hand as farewell, which led to a small bout of giggles and blushes. He stood watching the carriage for a moment and raised his hand in response to her shy wave as she drove out of sight. Then returning inside, he went back to the den, took out paper and quill and began writing out instructions to his staff on the preparations they would need to make for the Lady Elena and himself.

A short time later, surrounded by the crumpled evidence of my efforts, Antonius reviewed his notes a final time and with a smile on his lips and desire in his heart, leaned back in his chair and soon fell asleep to dream of bringing those plans to fruition.

At the castle, Lady Elena was sitting in the parlor with her brother, trying to distract herself with some needlework, which was not progressing quickly at all.

"Oh, I do wish that Mirabelle would hurry and return," Lady Elena whispered.

"Did you say something, Elena," inquired Heckler?

"Oh nothing," she replied, "nothing at all."

Heckler, in true form, grinned and said, "As I would expect from you dear sister, empty words from an empty head."

Smiling innocently, she picked up a spool of thread from her sewing basket and flung it at him as his head was turned away, then studiously concentrated on her needlework, grinning like the Cheshire cat in Alice in Wonderland.

"Owww! That smarts," he said as the spool bounced off his head, then laughed loudly, for though he enjoyed making jest at his sister's expense, it was only because he cared for her deeply.

"Well you deserve it you lout," Elena said sweetly, "and perhaps it will knock a bit of sense into your head for a change."

Heckler rose, stretched, and noticing her agitation, said, "I don't know what has you on such pins and needles, but I will leave you to your thoughts. I must go attend to the guards and make sure they aren't slacking in their duties."

Elena stood and briefly embraced her brother, then as he left, turned to the window to see if she could spy Mirabelle as she returned and was about to turn away when she noted an open carriage approaching the garden gate and spied Mirabelle sitting in the back, kicking her feet gaily. The young girl was obviously happy and for some reason, she kept extending her right hand out in front of herself, then bringing it to her cheek and smiling.

Resisting the urge to run, Lady Elena took her time returning to her own room to meet Mirabelle, giving Mirabelle time to reach it ahead of her. She assumed that the gay attitude of her young maid was indicative of successful delivery of her message and was eager to hear the details of that meeting. Taking a quick glance around to see that no one was looking, she took out an invitation card from her bosom and read again the message from Lord Anton.

The card was printed on a heavy linen paper and on the front was a formal invitation that read, "Lord Antonius hereby requests the pleasure of accompanying you, Lady Elena Farspire, to the Incruentus Horde's Grand Masquerade Ball to be held a fortnight hence." That alone would have been enough to make her happy, but it was the words written on the back of the card that thrilled her. On the back of the card, in his own handwriting was an addendum to the invitation that said, "And to an intimate dinner for two at my estate after the dance. Your ardent admirer, Antonius." The idea of spending an evening alone with Lord Antonius, away from prying eyes at the castle, touched something in her that caused her heart to race and her legs feel weak.

Lady Elena remembered receiving the invitation ten days prior, but had waited until just four days before the ball to reply and was still a bit shocked at the unexpected invitation to dinner and the declaration of his admiration that it contained. She had not really known Lord Anton for as long as some of the others who vied for her attention, but something about him intrigued her and she finally decided to accept his bold proposal. With these thoughts filling her head, she made her way to her room, arriving just as Mirabelle came dashing down to corridor.

Ushering Mirabelle into her private chambers, she shut the door and turned, demanding of the giddy girl, "Well Mirabelle tell me everything that happened before you bounce out of your shoes."

Mirabelle sheepishly looked down and gave the tiniest pout, but then started to smile broadly and to twirl slightly left and right, replying, "Yes milady."

Lady Elena listed intently as Mirabelle related her encounter with Lord Anton and noticed how she blushed and giggled as she described giving him the kiss and her departure. Elena grinned at her and gave a stroke to Mirabelle's cheek, as it was quite obvious that the young girl seems to have developed a slight crush on Lord Antonius, accounting for her gay mood. Elena was happy to see her so and also happy at the message which she relayed from Lord Antonius. She was sure that her little adventure with Lord Antonius would soon be the subject of much gossip among the younger court attendants and would probably raise Mirabelle's standing among her peers, to have been treated as a lady by a lord, especially one as handsome and dashing as he. She must remember to thank him for his graciousness towards Mirabelle, whom she loved as a younger sister.

But now it was time to start the preparations for the ball and she told Mirabelle to send a message to Monsieur Mickey, the costume designer, and ask him to meet with her later to plan what she would wear to the ball. She giggled herself for a moment at the thought how much fun she was expecting, then sat down and began organizing her thoughts and making plans. Daydreaming a bit, she lay back on her bed after a time, and smiling softly to herself, drifted off to sleep. 



Chapter Two

Sunlight streamed into the room as Mirabelle drew back the curtains in Lady Elena's room, and stretching languorously, she slowly opened her eyes, reluctant to leave the dream she had been enjoying. Then remembering that this would be the day of the masquerade, she slowly sat up and brushing the hair from her eyes, grinned mischievously to herself and then hopped out of bed to stand next to it, her hands on her hips.

Noticing her Lady's expression, Mirabelle said coyly, "Good morning milady" as she stood trying to stifle a grin of her own. She had learned to recognize when Lady Elena was in a good mood and perhaps plotting some deviltry.

"Good morning Mirabelle," Elena replied, realizing from Mirabelle's tone that she was letting her thoughts creep into her face and blushing slightly. Then recovering her composure, she started thinking about her day. As Mirabelle helped her to brush her hair and lay out her clothes, she went over in her mind the preparations to be made for this evening and felt a delicious shiver as she recalled a small portion of her dream. Mistaking the shiver for cold, Mirabelle lifted a shawl from the dresser and placed it over her Lady's shoulder, causing Elena to laugh at her childlike innocence, not daring to reveal the true reason.

"You're in a very good mood this morning milady," said Mirabelle.

"Yes Mirabelle, I most certainly am, but we have a lot of work to do before this evening, so let's hurry and get me dressed so we can be about the business of the day," replied Elena.

Not wasting time to reply, Mirabelle, finished brushing out Elena's hair and using some combs, pinned it back out of her face. She then helped her step out of her nightgown and held up the day dress for her to step into. It was a secret known only to her that Lady Elena detested wearing the many layers of undergarments that the others of the court did, and she blushed slightly at the thought of dressing herself in the same fashion. If her mother even suspected that she might do so, she would surely get her backside tanned as punishment. Pushing aside the thought, she quickly helped Lady Elena finish dressing and held up the large mirror for her to look into.

Lady Elena gave herself a critical eye and seeing nothing out of place, she smiled to herself and said, "Thank you Mirabelle....now go ask cook to have my breakfast ready."

As Mirabelle rushed off to do her ladies bidding, Elena made her way to her parlor, and sat down to wait for her breakfast. She reached down and gave a light pinch to her side, thinking of the form fitting costume for the evening. She is tempted to get up and forgo breakfast, but sits back down as Mirabelle enters the room pushing a tray. She glanced longingly at the eggs and bacon, sausages and muffins, alongside the bowl of fresh fruit. Steeling herself, she took the fruit, but as she leaned to do so, the smell of the bacon was so enticing, that she decided she had to have at least a little bite. Selecting a slice, she nibbled at it slowly, savoring the salty goodness. Reluctantly putting the bacon down and taking the fruit, she then sat down to eat. It would be disastrous to faint from hunger tonight considering that it will be her long awaited evening with Lord Anton. As she sat thinking on that, she starts to enjoy the fruit and finds the sweet taste a good compliment to the saltiness of the bacon.

Leaning back after finishing her scant breakfast, she waved over to Mirabelle to come clear the food away and once that was completed, she said to her, "Sit down here, so we can go over the schedule for today."

Mirabelle sat and took from the desk a piece of paper on which to take notes. She knew how much Lady Elena wanted tonight to be perfect and she didn't want to miss any details. Looking up from the paper, she waited patiently for Lady Elena to speak. Seeing Mirabelle waiting with quill and paper to take notes, Lady Elena began.

"First, we need to see Monsieur Mickey for the final fitting of the gown for this evening," she stated, followed by, "and remind me to thank him for all of his hard work."

"Yes milady," Mirabelle replied, making a quick note on her paper.

"Next, we need to check with the hairdresser to confirm that she will be here on time and then I want to make a short stop at the perfumery. The proprietor there said she has a new scent he thinks will suit me," Elena said, watching Mirabelle making further notes.

"I will also require a rose from the bouquet that Lord Anton sent yesterday," Lady Elena said. These roses were like none that Elena had ever seen, with petals that were white near the stem, but with reddish orange tips that made it look like a white flower set aflame. This was to be the agreed upon signal that would allow him to find her among the costumed party goers. When he found her he was to use the word thorn in his greeting and thus confirm his identity. Mirabelle scribbled down another note on her paper.

"And finally, I want you Mirabelle, and no one else, to lay out the other dress I told you I wanted and a light hooded cloak in case the night turns chill."

Mirabelle looks up and smiled as she realized she has become a co-conspirator with Lady Elena to sneak out of the castle later. The idea of helping her to meet privately, without chaperons, with Lord Anton at his estate gave her a thrill. She still remembered how chivalrous Lord Anton has been towards her and blushed in remembrance of the farewell kiss on the hand. Secretly she wished she was old enough to catch his eyes, and amidst her reverie, she noticed that Lady Elena was staring intently at her, causing her to blush even deeper and to lower her eyes.

Having taken Mirabelle into her confidence on her plans for the evening, she suspected the reason for the girl's blush by how she lightly rubbed the back of her hand and had to suppress a chuckle to avoid embarrassing her further. Mirabelle was such a sweet child and she loved her dearly.

Having laid out the day's schedule and seeing that Mirabelle had finished her notes, Lady Elena sent her to notify the coachman that she was ready to depart for Monsieur Mickey's and would be down shortly. Making a brief stop in her room to lightly wash her face and hands, she then went down and departed for town.

At Lord Anton's estate, things were not going quite according to plan and Antonius was agitated. The florist had sent the wrong order and was unsure where his deliverymen were at the moment with the correct one. Lilies simply would not do and if the order didn't get here soon, there would be hell to pay. When he looked at the flowers, all he could think of was death, an impression he most definitely didn't want to make. Taking a deep breath, he decided to focus instead of the rest of the preparations. The box from the costumer with his outfit for the evening had arrived and was ready for him to wear and Jameson had the boots that he would be wearing polished to a high gloss. Seeing this, Antonius made his way to the kitchen to check with the chef, and as he entered, the man gave Antonius a sign that things were well in hand. Lord Antonius leaned in briefly towards the food cooking nearby and inhaled deeply. The aroma was heavenly, so he saluted the chef and set off towards the sitting room to check on preparations there.

The sitting room would be the location for the start of the evening and Antonius checked that there was adequate wood for the fireplace and that the staff had thoroughly cleaned as had been instructed. He ran my finger along the mantle and when it picked up no dust, made a mental note to thank the staff for their fine work. He checked one other item which he had picked up in the market place from an Oriental merchant, then seeing that all was in order, headed outside.

Walking to the carriage house, Lord Antonius ensured that it contained the items he had requested. As he stood there, the coachman approached and asked, "Is everything to your satisfaction your lordship?"

"Yes, very good. And you know when and where I want you at the castle later this evening, correct," Antonius asked?

"Yes your lordship. I will be at the west wall gate at midnight as you requested your lordship," he stated.

Clapping the man on the shoulder, Antonius nodded and said, "Good man. You have my thanks."

At last satisfied that all of the preparations, with the exception of the florist, were proceeding as had been instructed, Antonius went back into the house and sat down in the den. Getting comfortable, he let his thoughts wander to memories of the night he had first met Lady Elena. 

Antonius had been asked to the castle by the Prince to discuss some expansion plans he had that would require timber from the mill owned by his estate. As the Prince and Antonius were concluding the arrangements, they were interrupted by the entrance of the most alluring woman Antonius had ever seen. He couldn't take his eyes off of her and noticing that he had lost the attention of Lord Antonius, the Prince laughed and said, "Well, I see that I can no longer hold your interest." Antonius apologized and asked quietly, who the Lady was. The Prince, seeing the keen interest in his eyes, waved for her to come over and made introductions.

"Lord Anton, I would like to present the Lady Elena, recently widowed when her husband, my cousin, was lost at sea. And Elena, this is Lord Antonius, who resides in an estate nearby and will be providing some of the raw materials for the new library that you've heard me talking about," he said.

She offered her hand and bowing, Antonius took it in his and brushed it lightly with his lips, saying, "It is a pleasure to meet such a charming Lady. I am at your service," and stared deeply into her eyes. The intensity with which she returned his gaze struck a chord with him and he almost forgot to straighten up again until the Prince cleared his throat. Antonius felt like a love struck boy and seeing his momentary lapse, the Lady laughed softly before replying, "The pleasure is mine as well, Lord Antonius," before gently withdrawing her hand. With introductions complete, the Lady then excused herself and Antonius returned to conversation with the Prince, but his mind was elsewhere, having become enchanted by the Lady and he knew in his heart that he wanted more. His only hope was that he hadn't made a complete fool of himself in her eyes.

As Antonius was engaged in his memories of their first meeting, Jameson came in through the open door of the den and announced, "Sir, the florist deliverymen are here with the correct order." At this news, Antonius followed him outside and after inspecting the merchandise, he said, "Yes, that's what I wanted. Please get those lilies out of here. It's like a funeral parlor in there." The deliverymen made haste to do as Antonius ordered with many words of apology. His reputation was for having a lack of tolerance with mistakes, but in truth, he was quite slow to anger, and his servants appreciated it, but there was no need to let the deliverymen know that. That slight edge of fear would help to keep them in line in the future.




Masquerade



With the problem of the flowers resolved, Antonius could now relax a bit, confident that the preparations were proceeding as scheduled and barring disaster, his plans for the evening would be successful. He decided that to ensure he was fresh for the evening, he would take a short nap before getting up to what beginning to promise to be one of the most memorable nights of his life.

Later that afternoon, having finished with Monsieur Mickey and confirming with the hairdresser, the time of her appointment, Lady Elena was at the perfumery speaking with the proprietor. He was in the back of his shop retrieving a new perfume he had received from Paris that he promised would make her irresistible to any man who smelled it. He had confided to her that he had this on good authority from a local courtesan who was widely regarded by several members of the royal court. Since she only desired the attention of one man this evening, she thought that perhaps if she did wear this scent, that she would not do so until she left for her tryst with Lord Anton. As the shop owner returned, she had already decided on the scent she would wear for the ball and before he presented his new find, she asked that he bottle some of it for her. Once finished with that task, the perfumer said, "This scent is the one I wanted you to try."

Lifting the stopper from the small crystal bottle he offered, Lady Elena waved it slowly in front of her face and noticed immediately that it was a very subtle fragrance, but unique in her experience and not easily described. Not too flowery, or in any way harsh, it intrigued her, but the real test was to smell it on herself, so she touched the stem of the stopper to her wrist and inhaled. She thought that it smelled even better on her skin and waved Mirabelle over to get her opinion.

"What do you think, Mirabelle", she asked, holding out her wrist?

Mirabelle leaned forward and sniffed softly, and Lady Elena watched as a small smile played on her lips. "That's very pretty, milady," she said, "but I can't say that I've every smelled anything like it before."

The girls honest opinion confirmed her own, that such a scent would be a good choice and she immediately asked the perfumer to bottle some of it for her as well. Happy with her purchases and noticing the lengthening shadows outside, she headed back home to begin the lengthy process of dressing for the ball. She was starting to feel a bit of nerves and was glad she had only had the light breakfast this morning. Anticipation was building within her to a fever pitch and it took considerable self control to keep from yelling at the carriage driver to go faster. She still had plenty of time and it seemed to drag on interminably.



Chapter 3

As the sun was setting, Antonius stood for a moment and admired himself in the long looking glass in his bedroom. The costumer had outdone himself. So different from the normal dress of the royal court, it was sure to cause a stir when he made my entrance.

"I am one handsome rogue, if I do say so myself," Antonius mumbled to myself.

"Sir," questioned Jameson, putting away the clothing Antonius had removed to don the costume.

Antonius waved him away and picked up the mask he had selected and holding it to his face for a moment, he grinned at the effect. He could not wait to see the reaction of Lady Elena when he presented himself to her at the ball. It was customary at these events that guests not be announced by name, but that they present themselves to the members of the court and not remove their masks until the appointed hour. But by that time, he hoped to be away with Lady Elena and en route to their rendezvous at his home.

"Jameson, I'm ready for the carriage now. Go inform the driver and hand me my cape."

"Yes, your lordship," he replied, picking up his lordship's cape and affixing it to his right shoulder, then departing to follow the instructions of Antonius. With the cape in place, Antonius picked up the small spray of orchids from the florist delivery earlier in the day that he planned to present to Lady Elena upon his arrival. She would be holding one of the fire and ice roses Antonius had sent the prior evening. He had asked that she be holding a single flower to ensure that he recognized her, although he was certain he would now matter how deft the costumer's art. It was also a signal that she was still willing to accept his invitation for after the ball. Would she be? Antonius could not bear the thought that she had changed her mind and put it away quickly lest he sink into despair.

Heading outside, Antonius saw that his carriage was waiting, and stepped inside quickly, signaling to the driver with a tap on the floor with his cane that they should depart. As the carriage and four got under way with a crack from the drivers whip, Antonius sat back, savoring the thought of seeing the object of his admiration and desire that awaited at the end of the journey. What would she be wearing? What scent would adorn her? Would she approve or be shocked by his costume? He could not stop his heart from quickening in anticipation and sat on the edge of his seat, willing the carriage and the hours to move more quickly. Only time would bring the answers to these and the dozens of other questions that were buzzing around his brain. Would this ride never end?

In the wings of the grand ballroom of the castle, Lady Elena, having finished being poked, prodded, wrapped and stuffed into her costume over the last couple of hours, was impatient for the ball to begin. She paced slowly back and forth, hearing from the musician's balcony, the players tuning their instruments and warming up. Soon, very soon, the ball would begin and she would be required to take her place in the receiving line with the Prince and other members of the court in attendance. Then would come the long procession of guests, the men all bowing and scraping to win the favor of the Prince, and the ladies all eager to fall under him into his bed. And only after this would the dancing and merriment begin. Lady Elena would have found any excuse to forgo this ordeal, if not for it being the first chance to see Lord Anton that evening. For that, she would endure.

Tiring of her pacing, she decided to head to her parlor and to try to relax. Difficult to do in fancy dress, since she was loathe to risk damaging the costume, she opted to lean against the cool granite of the fireplace mantle. While she enjoyed the thought of how enticing she looked in her costume, it was a bit warm and her thoughts of what lay ahead this night weren't helping to cool her. As she was standing there relaxing, Mirabelle appeared with a large frown wrinkling her face.

"Is something wrong, Mirabelle," Elena asked gently?

"My mother told me I can't be in the ballroom this evening," she said in a pouty voice, "and I wanted to see all the pretty costumes".



Seeing her so deflated caused a sympathetic pang in Elena's heart and since Mirabelle had been so helpful in making the plan for tonight come together, she decided to help her out. Moving over to wrap one arm around Mirabelle's shoulder, Lady Elena leaned close and whispered, 'Don't fret dear, I have a plan to help you."

"You do," queried Mirabelle, starting to brighten.

"Yes, mon petit, I do. Go fetch me a piece of paper and bring it over to the desk," Elena said.

While the girl ran off to get the paper, Lady Elena tried to think of a good excuse she could give to Mirabelle's mother and looking about the room, she noticed a bouquet of flowers and one struck her. She would tell her that Mirabelle was needed to make a count of all the ladies and gentlemen at the ball, so that at the unmasking hour, each lady could be presented with a rose and each gentleman a carnation from the greenhouse as a token of the court's esteem. This would allow Mirabelle to sit in the balcony and see all of the guests like she wanted. Lady Elena remembered being thirteen and how exciting it was to watch from the balcony at such events in the past and wanted to give Mirabelle the same pleasure.

When the girl returned, she quickly wrote out a note to Mirabelle's mother and another for one of the gardening staff, because although she had ulterior motives for doing so, she thought it would be a lovely gesture for the guests, nonetheless. Mirabelle stood nearby, curiosity as to the contents of the notes, visibly excited.

"Now take this note to the gardener and the other to your mother and then get another paper so you can keep count from the balcony," Elena instructed Mirabelle.

Mirabelle quickly read over the notes and broke into an elated smile, "Yes milady, and thank you ever so much." Quickly hugging Elena in gratitude, she then ran off, almost skipping in her delight.

Lady Elena couldn't help but smile as she watched Mirabelle and chuckled to herself. She felt good about doing this small kindness for her. It was the least she could do for the child who served her so well and for whom she felt great affection.

As she was standing there pleased with herself, she heard a bell ringing in the hall. It was the signal for the members of the court to gather in the hall for the beginning of the ball. Her heart skipped a beat, then calming herself, she smoothed her costume and made her way towards the ballroom, feeling inside almost as giddy as she thought Mirabelle must be.

At that moment, in the castle courtyard, Antonius glanced out the window of the carriage as we entered the castle courtyard and noted that there were about a dozen or so carriages in front of his, slowly disgorging their passengers. A smile played across his lips as he waited for his turn and his feet tapped a merry rhythm, looking forward to dancing with his adored one. Giving his costume a quick glance, Antonius sat up and picked up the orchids from the seat beside him. Just a few more moments.

Inside the ballroom, Lady Elena took her place in the receiving line with the other members of court and with the rose in her hand, she eagerly awaited the arrival of the first guests. The musicians had started to play softly and the merry sounds of the flute and strings seemed a appropriate accompaniment to her excited and gay mood. She was tremendously excited and was almost trembling in anticipation of the arrival of Lord Antonius. Had it not been unladylike, she would have squealed in delight. As it was, she was grinning broadly and as the Prince saw her, he wondered what had put such a look on her face.

With a clearly resounding boom, the court sergeant at arms struck the floor at the top of the stairs with his heavy and ornate staff and announced in his loud, clear voice. "Your Highness, Lords and Ladies of the court, and honored guests, it is my privilege and honor to announce the start of the annual grand masquerade ball of the house of Incruentus. I wish you all an evening of merriment and long life to my liege and the kingdom."

As he finished, there was a smattering of applause and cries of "Hear, Hear," and the guests began queuing up to greet the court.

Lord Anton awaited his turn, standing relaxed in line and noted that he seemed to be attracting attention. Men glanced at him askew and from some of the ladies nearby, he hear tittering and noticed more than once pair of eyes following his every movement. While he only cared for the attention of one lady tonight, it still stroked his ego that his choice of costume was causing such a stir. He casually slid one of his thumbs into his belt, his other fingers extended and resting on the top of his thighs with his forefinger moving back and forth slowly, and as he did so, had to suppress a laugh as he saw a young woman in front of him stumble a bit as she was intently watching his hand and what was next to it instead of where she was going. He thought to himself, "You certainly are a devil," and an impish smirk adorned his face. From beneath her mask, he could see her embarrassed blush and she turned away as her escort asked if she was alright. It was going to be an interesting evening indeed. With his thoughts returning to Lady Elena, he moved slowly forward with the line of guests, hoping to inspire in her such a reaction.

Lady Elena heard a murmuring from the guests and her curiosity was piqued at what might be causing it, but each time she tried to steal a glance down the line of guests, the one in front of her would speak, drawing her eyes back. She turned for a moment and glanced up at the balcony to see Mirabelle there, grinning in delight as she watched the guests and gave her a little wave. Mirabelle smiled brightly, but suddenly her expression changed and she blushed crimson, her eyes rivet on a spot just to the right of Elena. At that moment, the guest in front of her gave a rumbling sigh that almost sounded like a purr and she turned her eyes to see who it was.

Lord Anton noted as he approached Lady Elena, recognized by the rose in her had, that she was glancing up at the balcony and looking up, he noticed Mirabelle standing there. He bowed his head slightly towards the young girl and blew her a kiss, causing her to blush profusely. Then he turned his attention to Lady Elena and stared appreciatively at her appearance, which he had noticed was drawing as much attention from the gentlemen in attendance as his was with the ladies. He took a moment to admire the deep purple of the outer skirt, which was open in the front, and the bodice, with it's embroidered embellishment of golden leaves covering it, the high collar and daring neckline that dipped provocatively between her breasts, so unlike the square necklines of the other ladies, with finely crafted lace that trimmed the collar, neckline and cuffs. He admired the lighter colored underskirt showing from the opening in the outer one, and the tiny silver star bursts that adorned it, bringing to mind the evening sky and the first appearance of stars in the heavens. Looking up again, he took in her fiery red hair, piled on her head, but not too high, and her tiara with a large opal in the center of it and of the thin wires attached to her hair with dangling stars at the end that moved and twinkled in the light. The sight took his breath away and he was struck speechless for a moment, but then sighed contentedly with a soft rumble and gazed into her eyes as she turned to face him. His only regret was that he couldn't see the whole of her face behind the mask.

As she turned, the first thing she noted was that unlike the bright colors of the rest of the gentlemen in attendance, that this costume was a deep blue, almost black. His pants, which were of a glossy material, instead of being loose as was the fashion, were much more form fitting and showed his muscular legs to advantage and as her eyes approached his waist and the belt there, with it's jeweled buckle, she felt a pleasant tingling sensation and a stirring in her loins. Her eyes took in his form and moving up, noted his doublet of black silk with a fiery applique in gold with bits of red silk interspersed, making him look almost as if he were on fire. His collar, instead of being high and buttoned up, was open a bit, allowing the tiniest peek at the sprinkling of hair on his broad chest. His mask was also in black and it gave him a rakish appearance. His dark brown hair was pulled back from his face and tied with a small blood red ribbon at the back of his neck and atop his head was a golden coronet inlaid with rubies and black pearls. Completing his outfit were his calf high boots, polished to a mirror shine and a cape draped over his right shoulder, black with a deep maroon lining.

Lord Anton, bowed to Lady Elena, never taking his eyes from her face and spoke, "Good evening most fair Lady. It is an honor and a privilege to make your acquaintance'" and as he did so, he held out his right hand, palm up towards hers.

Lady Elena lightly placed her hand in his and felt a thrill as he brushed his lips lightly over it, replying, "Good evening kind Sir, but I am not so fair as this rose I hold."

"It is indeed beautiful, dear Lady, but be careful, lest you be pricked by it's thorn," he said, giving the agreed upon signal to let her know that it was he who stood before her. He continued, "If I may be so bold, I would offer to you this spray of orchids in it's stead," pulling the delicate light purple flowers with their mouths of deep red and softer pinks, from behind his back and holding them out to her in his left hand as he stood once again before her.

His words confirming what her heart had already known, she said, "Thank you kind Sir," and with that, she held out her hand for the offered orchids and handed the rose to a servant standing nearby.

As Lord Anton placed the orchids in her left hand, he covertly also pressed a small folded note into the palm of her right, shielding it from the view of the other people standing nearby and only withdrawing his hand when he felt her close her hand over it. 

Feeling the paper pressed into her hand, Lady Elena closed her hand over it and taking the flowers, she brought them to her nose to smell them. They were very beautiful and as she inhaled their delicate scent, she secreted the note in the folds of her skirt, burning with curiosity as to its contents. Glancing quickly down the line of guests still to be received, her face fell for a moment as she did a quick mental count, but she steeled her heart to endure. Looking back to Lord Anton, she winked at him and he winked in return before moving on to the next person in the receiving line.

The remainder of greeting line was a blur for Lady Elena, as her thoughts were occupied with Lord Anton and when she could, she looked for him in the growing press of guests. It wasn't difficult to spot him in that distinctive costume or the crowd of ladies vying for his attention. It thrilled her to notice that his eyes kept returning to her as he moved about the room and as the last guest passed her, she was grateful. At a signal from the sergeant at arms to the musicians, the music changed and people began to move to the dance floor and dance. Unable to wait any longer, Elena slipped into a quiet corner of the ballroom and quickly opened the note.

The paper of the note had a faint scent of sandalwood and she held it to her face for a moment, finding the scent tantalizing. No fancy script, the note was simply a handwritten one from Antonius, which read, "Dearest Elena, I have instructed my driver to wait for us at the west wall gate. He will be there shortly before midnight. I will meet him there and wait for you to join me so we can head to my estate. I cannot express how much I am looking forward to it. Your ardent admirer, Antonius." She shivered as she considered the meaning of meeting Lord Antonius at his estate, away from the eyes of the other members of the court and the servants. They would be truly alone for the first time since they had met.

A delicious shiver ran down her spine reading those words and she quickly tucked the note securely in her bosom, then turned back to the crowd of guests and sought out Antonius with her eyes. She saw him standing across the room, his eyes locked on her and for a moment, she felt almost naked under his gaze as if he had stripped her to bare flesh and was greedily devouring her with his eyes and she felt her knees get weak. Taking a deep breath, she recovered slightly and saw him crossing the room heading in her direction.

Antonius had waited as patiently as possible for the receiving line to end so he could claim the attention of his beloved Elena and when he spied her in a corner by herself, he felt his passion stir and stood for a moment gazing at her fiercely before slowly starting across the room to where she stood. He was oblivious to everyone and everything around him, his whole being focused on her. Finally standing next to her, he stood entranced at the vision she was and was for a moment at a loss for words.




Masquerade



Regaining his equilibrium, he finally said as he extended his hand to her, "Dear Lady, may I have this dance?"

Elena took his hand, once again admiring his striking appearance and breathed in response, "It would be my pleasure."

With that, Antonius escorted Elena to the dance floor and taking her in his arms, they began to dance. Being this close to his love, he was transported and his heart swelled in his chest, overcome with emotion and in his joy, a single tear rolled down his face. Inhaling her perfume, gazing into her eyes peeking from behind the mask, he could know no greater happiness.

Elena was feeling very happy herself as she danced with Antonius. Over the short few weeks she had known him, she had come to care for him deeply and in his arms, she felt safe and loved. She had come to know him as a caring and sensitive man, and most charming. As thoughts of the evening ahead filled her mind, both the dancing here with him and their tryst later, she felt increasing anticipation.

Dance after dance, they moved in unison around the dance floor, shutting out the world around them and in what seemed no time at all, the hour of the unmasking approached, and Antonius leaned towards Elena to whisper, "After the unmasking, I'll be in my carriage at the west wall gate and I'll be waiting."

Elena, whispered in return, "I'll be with you as soon as I can."

At just before midnight, the sergeant at arms reappeared and with his staff, signaled it was time to remove the mask. As she did so, Antonius looked her deeply in the eyes of his beloved Elena and with his finger, caressed the line of her jaw. "I'll see you soon my beloved," he mouthed and left the ballroom.

Elena left immediately afterwards and made her way quickly to her room. She found Mirabelle there asleep and gently shook her awake, "Mirabelle, wake up dear and help me." Mirabelle opened her eyes slowly, but upon seeing her Lady, she got up and started to help Elena extract herself from the costume gown. In a few moments, Elena was freed from it and sat in a chair, wearing only her shift, stockings and shoes. Carefully removing the tiara and the decorative stars from her hair, Mirabelle ran a brush through it quickly and it lay now long and flowing down Elena's back. As Mirabelle attended to her hair, Elena used a washcloth to clean her face and neck and then applied the new perfume she wanted to wear. Once satisfied with this, Mirabelle helped her into the corset she had selected of a light purple silk, with a matching skirt. The grabbing her hooded cloak, she put that on as well.

"Mirabelle, go see if the hallway is clear," she said as she stood nervously looking in her mirror. She was shockingly underdressed by the standards of the day, but she wanted to be comfortable for her meeting with Antonius. Would he think her too wanton? Would he reject her for behaving in a manner unbefitting a Lady? She shuddered at the thought.

Mirabelle waved a hand at her to indicate the coast was clear and Elena ducked out the door and kissing Mirabelle briefly for her help, she made her way quietly through the hall and outside. Once outside, she breathed easier and made her way quickly to the west wall gate, where as promised, the carriage of Antonius was waiting, with Antonius pacing nearby. Seeing Elena arrive, he came to her and ushered her into the carriage and with a tap of his cane, signaled the driver to be off.

Antonius sat next to Elena in the carriage and they gazed at each other for a few moments in silence before he suddenly could restrain himself no longer and leaned in to kiss her passionately on the mouth, whispering, "Oh Elena, I have been waiting it seems forever, but it was worth every second to have you here in my arms now." And with that, held her close to him, her head resting on his broad chest, as the carriage carried them towards his home and the delights that awaited them there.

Chapter 4

Riding in the carriage with Elena, Antonius was beside himself with delight, so much so that he almost forgot about the gift he had for her. Remembering it, he shifted slightly, not wanting her to move from where she rested against him, and was just barely able to reach the small leather case. Feeling him shift position as he reached for something, Elena stirred a bit, but didn't want to move from the warm space next to him. Antonius took the leather case and placed it in her lap and waited patiently for her reaction. 

Elena sat up a bit and looked questioningly in to his eyes and asked, "For me?"

Antonius smiled and nodded, then watched as she opened the box and at her sharp intake of breath as she saw the necklace nestled on a piece of black velvet within. The focus of the necklace was a heart shaped amethyst approximately one inch wide, in a silver setting which looked like a small arrow piercing the heart, with tiny bits of sapphire as the fletching and a small marquise cut ruby as the arrowhead. This was suspended from three short lengths of chain, which merged into a single chain to fasten behind the neck.

Elena touched the beautiful piece and bit her lip to hold back a sob, then turned towards him and kissed him again passionately, unable to express her joy. Antonius returned her kiss with equal ardor and as their lips parted, he took the box from her hands and lifting the necklace from the box, held it up so fasten it around her neck. Elena reached up to lift her hair from the back of her neck and leaned in so that he might see to fasten the chain. After he had done so, she shook her head to readjust her hair and then with her forefinger touched the amethyst that lay nestled just above her cleavage. Then overcome again with the joy that the gift brought her, she wrapped her arms around Antonius and lay her head to his broad chest, listening to his heart as she hugged him. Feeling him wrap his arms around her and stroke her back as she lay there was pure bliss and to his statement, "I'm glad you like it my dearest. It is a symbol of how you have pierced my heart and it is yours forever," she could only murmur her acknowledgment.

A short time later, Antonius noted through the carriage window that they were passing through the gateway to his estate and was about to say something to Elena, but noticed that she was breathing softly and evenly, apparently having been lulled to sleep by the swaying of the carriage as she lay with her head next to his heart. Seeing her so peaceful, he was loathe to disturb her and when the carriage came to a stop, he carefully turned to lift her into his arms and stepped down from the carriage with a steadying hand of assistance from the driver. Nodding his thanks to the man, he made his way towards the house with his precious cargo and found Jameson waiting with the door open behind him. Moving inside, Antonius walked slowly down the hallway to the sitting room and with Elena still sleeping, he lay her down on a sofa and its pillows. Bending to brush his lips against her forehead in a tender kiss, he smiled as she mumbled quietly in her sleep and nestled into the comfortable sofa.

Taking this opportunity, he silently left the sitting room and as he moved towards his bedroom, he began removing the doublet. By the time he reached his room and his closet, he was bare chested and took a moment to cool himself with a cloth and water from a basin on his dresser. He then selected a loose fitting dark red silk shirt with a loose neckline and pulled it over his head and tucked it in. Taking just a moment to check that he was presentable, he quickly returned to the sitting room and retrieved the box he had purchased from the Oriental merchant. Opening it, he removed three long sticks of incense and lit them in the fireplace before placing them a small wooden stand that had come with the box. As the subtle scent of sandalwood drifted around the room, he moved back towards Elena and taking a seat on the sofa beside Elena, he kissed her on the cheek and whispered to her, "We have arrived my beloved."

Elena stirred in her sleep and her eyes slowly opened. She realized that she was no longer in the carriage and for a moment was startled and sat up. Then she felt the presence of Antonius and relaxed, turning to face him as she sat up. She took a couple of minutes to look around the room, taking in the orchids on the table, the large stone fireplace with the picture of a man who must be Antonius' ancestor above it, the soft velvety sofa on which she was sitting, the scents of sandalwood, flowers, and food in the air, and finally Antonius himself, sitting quietly beside her. Seeing how intently he was watching her, she blushed and lowered her gaze for a moment, but only for a moment before looking up into his eyes again, seeing in them such a passionate intensity that she felt a stirring deep inside of her, such as she had not felt since the loss of her husband.

Standing and taking Elena's hand, Antonius guided her to her feet and helped her to remove her cloak. Seeing the simple, yet elegant gown she wore, so different from the current fashion, he smiled and said, "You look lovely my dear." 

Elena, remembering her earlier nervousness that he might not approve of her attire, was relieved and smiled at him and said, "Thank you, Antonius".

Antonius wrinkled his brow slightly and replied, "You're most welcome, my dear, but it would please me immensely if you would call me Anton and dispense with the formalities. When people call me Antonius, I always look around to see if my grandfather is standing nearby."

Elena looked at his wrinkled brow, and responded with a soft giggle, "Then Anton is shall be," and reached up to brush a stray bit of hair that had fallen across his forehead, seeing his brow smooth as she did.

Anton smiled at the light touch and taking her hand in his, kissed it tenderly on the palm, then still holding her hand, he lead her across the room to the table prepared for them by his kitchen staff. When closer, he released her hand to fold a napkin over his forearm and pick up a small platter so he could select some food for them. Turning to her, he bowed slightly and said, "I had my staff prepare some dinner for us and would be pleased if you would allow me to serve you this evening."

Smiling as his offer to wait on her, she looked over the food that was laid out on the table before her. As she walked along it, Anton would lift covers from the various trays, revealing roasted meats and fowl, fresh and cooked vegetables, an assortment of fruits, some cheeses, and at the end of the table, some chocolates and small cakes. As they were revealed, she indicated she would like some of the roast beef and some delicious smelling turkey, asparagus tips, small new potatoes, some cubes of cheese, some red and green grapes, and from the tray of chocolates, some light chocolate truffles with a light dusting of powdered sugar. In addition to the items she indicated, Anton added some leaves of lettuce and fresh spinach and a small cake that smelled of honey and lemon, which he told her was a madeleine. Then once her selections were complete, Anton used his free hand to guide her to a love seat and they sat down together on it. She noted however, that he had no utensils and wondered.

Anton set the platter on his lap and taking the napkin from his arm, lay it in Elena's lap, getting a slight thrill as he smoothed it out there. He was having decidedly wicked thoughts of her thighs as he did so and felt a pang of lust for the beautiful woman beside him. But putting aside his lust for a moment, he turned to the tray of food and picking up a small portion of the roast turkey and wrapping a bit of lettuce around it, he held it out towards her mouth for her to sample.

Elena was momentarily taken aback at the thought of eating from his hands. The thought was almost sinful, but then she found that the idea of being served in such a way thrilled her a bit. The thought that this important and self assured man was willing to do this for her made her excited and she opened her mouth and took a bite of the offered food, savoring the taste of the exquisitely prepared meat and the crisp lettuce surrounding it. She had never realized that such a simple act, which she had only seen before between parent and child, could be so delightful when performed by a man towards whom she felt great affection. She saw his smile as she enjoyed the bits of food and reaching down, she took a bit of the roast beef with a piece of spinach leaf and offered it to him in return. He grinned broadly before taking the morsel from her fingers and playfully licked a bit of juice from the meat from her fingertip, which gave her the most delicious shiver and elicited a soft laugh.

Anton and Elena continued feeding each other, saying little, but occasionally making noises of pleasure at the delicious foods they shared and at the teasing licks and nibbles on each others fingers they both engaged in. Finally, Elena felt she had eaten enough and took the napkin from her lap to touch to her face and Anton, sensing that she wanted no more food, set aside the platter and poured two glasses of white wine from a decanter on the end table next to the love seat. He offered her a glass, which she accept with a smile and as he sat, she took her napkin and touched it to the corner of his mouth before setting it aside.

Anton took his glass of wine and raising towards Elena, offered this toast, "To my beloved Elena, whose beauty, charm and wit has enchanted me and captured forever, my heart. I love you, my dear."

Blushing profusely at this declaration of his love, then recovering a bit, she toasted in return, "To my adored Anton, whose style, humor and rakish good looks have endeared him to me and whose love I most assuredly return." As she finished speaking, they both took a drink of the wine, all the while staring deeply into the others eyes with an intensity that was almost a tangible force. As if a single spark would ignite the room in flames of passion. It had been a long time since Elena had felt such desire and the feeling was a bit overwhelming.

Having finished drinking to each other, Anton set aside his glass and noted that Elena was looking for a place to do the same with hers. He reached out to her and took her glass as well and set it next to his on the end table. He then turned his attention once more to Elena and so intense was his desire for her, that he could not refrain from taking her in a passionate embrace and kissing her, his lips hungry for hers, his arms holding her tight against his chest and his heart racing.

Elena responded to his embrace, also unable to contain her passion for this man. She felt warm and safe in his arms and as he kissed her, she placed her arms around his neck and stroked his soft, dark brown hair. It had been so long since she had felt the strong arms of a man about her that she thought she might melt right there on the spot, like butter on warm toast, her knees feeling a bit weak and she leaned into Anton as they sat locked in the deep, soulful kiss. As they kissed, Elena felt Anton's hands slide down the side of her dress in a long slow caress and she let out a small moan as his hand brushed her breast through the light fabric of her dress. While she had loved her late husband, her marriage had been more of a political arrangement that a love affair and she had long waited for someone like Anton to ignite her passion. She responded to his caresses with a caress of her own that traced down from his neck and over his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath the red silk shirt and his slight shudder as she stroked him there.

Anton felt Elena responding to his embrace and kiss and ran his hand down over the curve of her hip and eased her back on the love seat a bit, cupping her bottom in his hand and moving to kiss her neck and throat. She signaled her pleasure with soft cries and a whispered, "Yes". She ran her hand through the loose open collar of his shirt and ran her fingernails over the hair on his chest, furthering inflaming his passion. Letting loose from his embrace of her, he slid to the floor between her feet and lifted one leg, sliding his hand under the bottom of her dress and caressing her calves. He slid his hand down to her ankle and then taking the heel of her shoe in his hand, he helped her slip her foot out of it. Once freed from the confining shoe, he then slid her stocking down from her knee and removed it, free at last to touch the bare skin of her shapely leg. He lifted that bare leg and kissed the top of her foot, then ran his tongue up to the middle of her calf.

Elena felt as if she were on fire as he removed her shoe and touched the naked skin of her leg. It was delicious torment after so long without the caress of a man. She looked down at him on the floor between her legs and as he kissed her foot and stroked her leg with his tongue, she ran her fingers through his hair. She knew that there would be no stopping tonight...she must have this man. Her heart raced and she began to feel a slight dampness between her thighs.

Anton loved the feel of her fingers in his hair and as she touched his head, he bent to remove the other stocking and shoe and to kiss and fondle the freed leg as well. Elena responded by pulling her dress up a bit, exposing her legs from the knee down, a positively scandalous act for a lady, but which he found exciting in the extreme. Taking his boldness a bit further, he caressed up her exposed leg and then pushed his hands under the dress to caress her silky thighs all the way from her knee to her hips, then trailed his fingers lightly along her skin back down to her knees. He then rested one hand on each knee and looked up into her eyes, to gauge her approval of his forwardness. The burning look in her eyes and a slight nod told him to proceed and he gently moved her knees apart and pushed her dress up a bit further, exposing her creamy thighs.

Elena slid down a bit on the love seat and moved her dress up a bit further, exposing not just her legs, but her increasingly wet pussy. She was not accustomed to having a man at her feet and she was eager to see what his next move would be. She was ready to let him have his way with her and was reveling in the passion she felt for him.

Anton saw her move to open herself to him and bent to kiss her knees, then started working his way up her thighs. Gentle kisses, playful nibbles, and soft licking caresses with his tongue led him at last to her warm sex and it's soft thatch of hair. Scenting her deeply, he tentatively kissed her on her pussy lips and sucked them into his mouth, his tongue reaching out to part them and to taste her moisture. As he did so, he felt her fingers twine in his hair and heard her give a shuddering sigh. He then began licking and flicking with his tongue, her clitoris, and her hands formed fists in his hair, pulling as she moaned out her pleasure.

Elena had never experienced this pleasure before and she moaned out, "What are you doing to me?"

Anton chuckled a bit, causing his body to shake and would have pulled away from his licking and exploration of her pussy with his mouth, if not for the tight grip she had on his hair, forcing his face deeper between her thighs. Instead, he sucked his clitoris into his mouth and began to flick it rapidly with his tongue, causing her body to tremble violently with pleasure. Looking up, he saw her throw her head back, with her eyes half lidded and give a shuddering cry of joy. His experience told him that she was in ecstasy and to enhance her pleasure, he moved his hand to let him insert a long finger inside of her and began moving it in and out as he continued to tease her clitoris with his mouth. He also moved his thumb to press against the entrance to her ass and felt the muscles there relax and contract as her pleasure mounted.




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Elena felt the pressure of his thumb and for a moment was unsure. But this new pleasure as he expertly gave her pleasure with fingers and mouth broke down her resistance and she relaxed and pushed down on his thumb, taking it inside of her and as he started to move it in and out, she felt the friction between his fingers in her pussy and the thumb inside of her ass and let out a loud groan of pleasure. She was very close to climax now and in the throes of her passion, she pulled Anton's hair.

Anton felt her pulling of his hair and the hardness of his cock as she shook and cried in pleasure. The sounds of her as she approached orgasm were music to his ears and were fueling his own desire. He redoubled his efforts, using fingers, thumb, mouth and lips together to pleasure his beloved.

At last, Elena could no longer control the waves of pleasure coursing through her body and her orgasm came crashing down on her. Her back arched and she gave a long low moan of ecstasy as her world went dark for a moment, her breath coming in gasps and her hands locked in Anton's hair. This agony of pleasure rocked her and her whole being trembled, the pleasure almost being too much for her to bear. Finally, the peak passed a little and she was able to relax the arching of her back and she lay panting, feeling flushed.

Anton recognized that she had reached orgasm and slowed his assault on her pussy, removing his fingers slowly and giving tender kisses to her pussy instead of frenzied licks. As her breathing slowed to a more normal rhythm, he lay his head on one thigh and felt her start to stroke his hair and her soft moans of pleasure. Then after a moment, he moved to sit beside her and enfolded her in a tender embrace. She responded by snuggling against his chest and he felt an intense satisfaction wash over him for having given her such pleasure.

Elena was in heaven in Anton's arms and whispered softly to him, "I love you Anton," to which replied, "And I love you my dearest." Such tender words and his warm embrace led her to such levels of joy that she wept at the sweetness of the moment, her breath catching slightly and she buried her face in his chest to hide her tears.

Anton felt a slight wetness on his chest where Elena lay and hearing her gentle sobs, he was moved to even greater love for this delicate creature in his arms and stroked and cooed soothingly to her as she lay there, wanting to protect her from the world and make her his forever.

Elena heard his attempt to comfort her and his tender caresses and said to him, "Anton, please don't mistake these tears. They are tears of joy, not of sorrow."

Hearing her words, he felt great joy himself and whispered again, "I truly love you my dear. You have made me extremely joyful as well." Then for just a while, they lay together in tender embrace and shut out the rest of the world around them, wanting only the pleasure of the others company.



Chapter 5

A sudden flare in the fireplace brightened the room for a moment and in the firelight, Elena saw in Anton's face an intensity that was almost frightening. He appeared almost as a ravenous beast ready to devour her and she trembled slightly at the intensity of her response. She ran her hands over his broad chest and they lay together on the love seat and he practically purred in response. She looked down the length of his body and as she passed his waist, she noted the already form fitting pants fitting a bit more snug than earlier in the evening. Moving her hand down a bit lower, she boldly ran her fingernails over the bulge in his pants and his shuddering breath in response delighted her. It had been entirely too long since the death of her husband and she was eager for more than the pleasure Anton had already given her that evening. Teasing him a bit more with her fingers, she felt him twitch in response and give a soft growl of pleasure.

Feeling her touch on his erect member, Anton shivered in delight. He was comfortable with her here on the love seat, but was far from sated. Another touch caused him to twitch and give a small growl of pleasure. Then unable to restrain himself any longer, he stood and sweeping her up into his arms, he kissed her on the exposed flesh at her neck. She moaned softly in response.

"I must have you my beloved," he whispered to her as he nuzzled her neck.

"I am yours for the taking Anton," she whispered back, her arms wrapped around his neck.

At her response, Anton lifted his head and carried her down the hall to his suite, where he found the door open and the bed turned down as he had instructed. There were a profusion of roses in the room and the scent of them filled the air. Taking her to the bed, he lay her down, then stepped back and removed his shirt. The room was warm from the fire in the fireplace and he turned to check that there was sufficient wood to keep the room comfortable through the night.

As Anton turned to check the fire, Elena took the opportunity to slip out of the dress she wore and to toss is onto a chair near the bed. Wearing only her shift, she moved to lay back on the pillows, turning slightly to one side and watched Anton across the room. The smell of the roses and the warmth of the fire as well as her passion were making her heart race and decidedly wicked thoughts filled her head as she watched the muscles in his back and arms. The play of light and shadow from the firelight over his skin was entrancing and she felt a resurgence of the moisture between her legs as she watched his every movement. While matching him, she felt the need to bite her lip and she involuntarily started squeezing her thighs together, her arousal increasing and becoming impatient for him to come back to her side.

Anton, having ensured there was sufficient firewood to keep the room warmed through the night was about to turn around towards the bed, when he caught Elena's reflection in his mirror. As he saw her laying there in her shift, squirming and biting her lip, he was intensely aroused and not wanting to let on that he could see her, he sat down in his chair near the fire and began to remove his boots and stockings, at the same time, watching her reflection intently. As he finished removing his boots, he stood and turning towards her, he unfastened his belt and stepped out of his pants to stand naked before her in the firelight.

Elena saw Anton stand and when he removed his pants and was completely nude, she felt a pang of hunger to possess him. She took a moment to look him over, noting every detail; his broad shoulders, the light covering of curly hair on his chest, his muscular chest and stomach, his strong looking arms and legs, and finally, his erect cock, which she longed to feel inside of her. Since the death of her husband, she had been alone and as she was no longer in mourning, she was eager to end her celibacy.

Anton moved slowly towards the bed and watched Elena as her eyes moved over his body. Seeing her moisten her lips and smile, he felt a little like the prey of a hungry beast about to devour him and he liked it. He watched as she moved on the bed to all fours, her hair falling about her face and crawling across the bed towards him like a big cat stalking him. He moved closer and as he reached the edge of the bed, he saw her reach out tentatively towards his erection, then hesitate. He reached out and took her hand and guided it to his cock and shivered a bit as her hand brushed it, then gently grasped it. Her hands were very soft and warm and when she started to slowly stroke him, her nails slightly scraping the underside of his erection, he moaned slightly with pleasure.

Elena was focused on the sounds of pleasure coming from Anton and slid off the bed to kneel on the rug beside it in front of him, her hands still grasping his firm, warm shaft. After a moment of using her hands to stroke his twitching cock, she moved forward to lightly kiss it, running her tongue around the very tip, then taking the head of it into her mouth as her hand stroked the hard shaft and then moved down to cup his balls. Anton's response was to rumble deep in his chest and hearing his growl, she slid his cock further into her mouth, her teeth lightly scraping along the length of it. She felt him place his hand on her head and his fingers twining in her hair and she started sucking his cock and sliding it in and out of her mouth, one hand on his thigh and the other teasing his balls. He started swaying back and forth a bit, setting a slow pace, her keeping time with it.

Anton was enraptured. The feel of her soft lips against his cock was incredible and he clenched his fist in her hair. Feeling too good to speak, he merely groaned his pleasure as he watched her. She looked up at him and seeing his obvious delight, her eyes danced with merriment. She slid his cock out of her mouth and with her fingers, she spread the opening at the end of it and using the tip of her tongue, tasted the salty evidence of his growing arousal. The kissing the end of his cock, she slid it back into her mouth and she picked up the pace a bit, eliciting even more sounds of passion from him. Anton was starting to breathe heavily now and the tensing she felt in his balls told her that he was approaching climax. She started using her hand along with her mouth on the shaft now and sucked more forcefully, wanting him to fill her mouth with his orgasm.

As Anton felt her start using her hand as well as her mouth, he realized he was very close to release and his head fell back as he breathed rapidly and his eyes closed slightly. He reached up with one hand to hold onto the post of the bed as he was feeling a bit light headed. Then he could take no more and with a load groan of pleasure, he came in her warm mouth, his cock twitching and pumping his load into her. He grasped the bed post tightly as the room went a bit dark and he felt the dizzying rush of orgasm sweep over him. Elena continued to suck his cock, taking in each drop of his hot, sticky cum and after swallowing it, she started to lick his shaft clean, her hand on his thigh steadying him. Anton recovered his senses after a final twitch of his cock and looked down to see her grinning up at him. He grinned himself and then moving around her, fell back onto the bed on his back, his face flushed and tingling. She stood up and lifting her shift over her head, she lay down next to him and cradled her head against his chest, her flesh warm and soft against him. He closed his eyes in pleasure and rested a moment, lazily tracing circles with his fingers on her back and thanked the fates for bringing him together with this fantastic creature.

After a moment laying together, Anton shifted a bit and Elena sat up. Anton moved to a more comfortable position on his back, with his arms behind his head and she moved to straddle him. He looked up and her and took in her beauty. The long red hair, her full lips, enchanting green eyes; they all were so lovely. His finger touched her on the neck and as his eyes traveled down it to the swell of her breasts, his finger followed, feeling how full and firm they were with soft pink nipples, which he lightly pinched between his thumb and finger, eliciting a soft whimper from her. His hands lingered there for a moment, feeling her nipples harden at his touch, before moving his finger down over her smooth stomach. He playfully tickled her belly button, causing her to giggle and say, "Stop that," playfully swatting at his hand. He mischievously brought both hands to her ribs and tickled her for a moment, causing her to squirm and squeal, before he finally stopped. She made a face at him, rebuking him for his tickling, but then smiled again as he caressed her waist, down over her bottom and then along her thighs, resting his hands there and using his fingers to touch her mound and the soft thatch of hair there. She was enjoying the light touch of this gentle man and leaned forward to kiss him on the forehead, then each eyelid, then finally a long passionate kiss on the mouth, her breasts pressed to his chest and her fingers in his hair.

Antonius felt a stirring in his groin as they kissed, and knew it would not be long before he was ready for more. Rolling her over onto her back, he continued kissing her and then moved to kneel between her legs. From there, he reached to her breasts and began to fondle them softly, his palms brushing her nipples. He bent to kiss them, sucking each gently into his mouth, his teeth holding them as his tongue flicked them. She gasped a bit as he sucked them and a soft moan escaped her lips. As he continued, he felt his erection starting to return, and reached down with one hand to encourage it to hurry in its recovery. He kissed each soft breast and between them, his tongue tasting her and the scent of her perfume intoxicating him. His erection growing stronger by the minute, he sat back on his heels and lifted one leg to his shoulder, slowly caressing it and kissing her on the calf, the back of her knee, her ankle, and then kissing each toe before caressing her ankle and calf with his cheek. He then lifted the other leg to his other shoulder and kissed, caressed, and tasted it as well.

Elena lay enjoying the feel of his tender caresses, kisses and licks. She was giddy with delight and at each new sensation, she moaned and whimpered her pleasure. She glanced down and saw that his erection was returning and as he worked on her legs, she reached down to encourage it with soft strokes of her hand. Then, she grabbed it and scooting down a bit, started using it to rub against her pussy. He responded with a low growl of pleasure and his erection was now fully returned and she whispered to him, "Take me Anton, I want to feel you inside of me," as she continued to rub the end of his cock against her wet pussy.

Hearing her whispered plea, Anton moved his knees apart a bit, and lowered her legs so that her thighs were over his. He then grasped her by the waist and with her hand guiding his cock, he lifted his bottom slightly and penetrated her, rocking forward and thrusting in deep. Elena gasped as he filled her and as his cock bumped up against her womb, he held there for moment as she adjusted to him. When she relaxed a bit from the initial thrust, Anton started rocking back and forth, her legs around his waist and his hands under her ass, moving slowly in and out. He watched her breasts move back and forth in rhythm with his rocking thrusts and he gave a moan of pleasure from deep in his chest as he drove inside of her. Her pussy clenched his cock and the sensation was exhilarating.

Elena was in heaven. Each thrust felt so good. Anton exceeded her expectations as a lover and she reached up to touch his chest as he continued his strong rhythmic movements. She never wanted this to stop and she scraped his chest lightly with her fingernails, hearing his shuddering breath in response. She wrapped her legs more tightly around his waist as he continued fucking her and breathed to him, "Harder". Anton responded to this by lifting her legs back to his shoulders and thrusting deep and strong, his balls slapping against her as he became more vigorous with his thrusts. She could see from the intensity of his gaze, that he was hungry to please her and she was equally hungry to be pleased by him.

Anton paused for a moment as he thrust into her deeply and shifted so that her knees were cradled in his arms near his elbows and he stretched out his legs behind him, leaning over her now. He started fucking her even harder and her moans of pleasure grew more intense and her head thrashed from side to side. She panted out, "Oh yes, Anton," and Anton growled in response, his pleasure growing with each passing moment.

Elena felt spasms of delight in her thighs and her pussy as she approached orgasm for the second time this night. She reached down to pinch and pull at her nipples as Anton rode her hard and fast, and unable to contain herself any longer, she let slip her control and an intense wave of pleasure rocked her. Her back arched and the muscles in her neck stood out as an intense orgasm took hold of her, unable to breathe, her whole body quivering with delight, then gasping for air as the world went momentarily dark and a loud moan passed her lips.

Anton paused for a minute as she stiffened in his grasp and when she relaxed, he rolled her over again, so that she was astride him. She tossed her head and shook out her hair for a moment, then placing her hands on his chest, she began riding him, sliding up and down oh his cock. Anton put his hands on her waist, his hands firmly holding her as she lifted herself again and again off of his cock and then back down again. She took her hands away and interlocked her fingers behind her head as she rode him, his hands helping to steady her and his hips lifting to meet her on each downward stroke.

As she found her rhythm, Anton removed his hands from her waist and moved them to her breasts, holding one in each hand, her nipples between his fingers. Elena took her hands down from behind her head and grasped his forearms, her nails digging into his flesh. Anton was starting to feel his orgasm coming on again. He was almost panting with the feverish intensity of their lovemaking. When Elena paused a moment to rest her legs, he moved to lift her off of him and with his hands, guided her to a position on all fours, his hands holding her hips. He then moved to a position behind her and as he felt his cock touch her hot, wet pussy, he penetrated her from behind, pulling her to him. He then started a hard rhythmic thrusting, his body slapping against her ass with each stroke. Picking up speed, he rode her hard, feeling his cock bump up against her womb with each deep penetrating thrust.

"Oh my god, yes," Elena screamed as he fucked her from behind. She pushed back to meet his forceful pumping and her pussy clenched uncontrollably on his cock with each stroke. Her previous orgasm had not completely subsided and yet she felt another wave building inside of her. She bit her lip and panted heavily as it built and the quivering in her thighs would not stop.

Anton was rapidly approaching the point of no return and he reach down with one hand to twine his fingers in her hair and pull her head back so he could see her face. Her eyes were half lidded and she was uttering an almost constant stream of moans and whimpers through her clenched teeth. He loosed his grip on her hair and moved his hand to the middle of her back. He was right at the point of release and didn't know how much longer he could last.

Finally, he could wait no longer and with a hard, deep thrust, he came for the second time that night, feeling the rhythmic spasms as his cum filled her pussy. He groaned loudly as he held her there, unwilling to let her move as the pleasure was almost painful in it's intensity.

Feeling his cock pumping his cum inside of her, Elena's pussy clenched tightly and triggered her own orgasm. Arching her back almost to the point of pain, she screamed a shuddering scream of pleasure and wiggled her hips as he held her against him, both of them locked in the throes of intense orgasm. Time seemed to stand still and the world ceased to exist for a moment as they rode the waves of intense pleasure. Then the moment passed and Anton fell to his side, his cock still inside of her, both of them completely spent, panting and their hands touching each other where ever they could reach.

After a moment, Anton's cock slipped from inside of her and he turned her to face him, covering her hair, face and mouth with tender kisses before pulling her closely into his embrace and whispering to her, "I love you," over and over. She started to shake slightly as he held her and when he felt moisture on his chest, he realized that she was crying. He wanted to look into her face, but she clung to him and buried her face into his chest, so he tenderly stroked her back, distressed that he might have hurt her in some way and asking plaintively, "Are you alright, my dearest?"




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Elena tried to quell her tears, and was able to murmur in response, "Yes, my love." She was completely overcome with emotion and could say no more, but continued sobbing softly into his chest, taking comfort in his strong, protective arms. She felt warm and safe there and didn't want to move from that loving embrace.

Anton, hearing her response, relaxed and started stroking her hair and back as he held her. Slowly the shaking began to slow and her breathing returned to normal. He felt fiercely protective of her in that moment and the depth of his emotion brought a tear to his own eyes. He thanked whatever fate has brought her to him and was unable to speak for a bit as his heart swelled almost to bursting with the love he felt for her.

Elena slowly recovered herself, but felt herself drifting in a near dream like state. As she lay there, she felt Anton pull a light cover over them and mumbled, "I love you Anton," as she drifted off to sleep. Anton, too was feeling restful and the sound of her breathing as it deepened into the rhythmic pattern of sleep, lulled him and with a whispered, "I love you too Elena," he drifted off himself, to dream sweet dreams of a long and glorious future with his enchanting angel.







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His stomach was in knots. No matter how many formal events he attended, it was always the same reaction. He stared in the mirror at his newly tied bow-tie, brushing back his slightly overgrown brown hair, and attempting to slow his breathing. He'd been to plenty of black tie affairs, graduating top honors from a prestigious school, being in one of the most selective fraternities, this should have been old hat. It wasn't. At his core he was still the country boy who would come back in from a hard day's work and kick the mud off his boots before settling in with a good book. Regardless of how far he climbed up the corporate ladder, he was still that same flannel wearing boy from Tennessee.

 His wife came in and smiled at him, brushing a loose hair from his shoulder. This was her idea after all, something the wives had talked about doing and finally put together the opportunity. He hated their little clique, always chattering away like squirrels about this month's indiscretion, how each of their husbands were doing within the firm, or where next they'd vacation. If it were up to him, he'd toss it all and move out to a cabin away from it all, spend his days hunting, fishing, reading, and just enjoying an early retirement. Alas, there was college for the kids to prepare for, a new car every couple years and always trying to show-up the neighbors.

 He took one last look in the mirror, frowning at the salt and pepper setting in on the sides of his head. "The ravages of age" he told himself. His wife said it was sexy, regardless of what he thought. He took one last look at himself, wondering if he looked more like James Bond - sophisticated and debonair - or someone foolishly attempting to look the part. Sometimes he thought he took advantage of his 5 foot 8 figure. Other times... he just let out a sigh and prepared to leave.

 This wasn't to be any ordinary black tie affair. This was a masquerade ball. Apparently, the boss's wife had visited Toronto a few years back to watch Phantom of the Opera, and had recently come across the program, deciding to relive some of the thrill. They had both ordered wonderful masks for the occasion: his a plain white rough porcelain, hers a black feathered number. They had also rented an Aston Martin for the affair, an indulgence of his to attempt to make him feel a bit more toward the Bond end of the spectrum.

 They arrived a little after 9 PM to the boss's lavish abode. Already a plethora of cars lined the long drive to the house. Luckily for him there was a valet laid on for the night. As they stepped out of the car, it almost felt like a movie premier: bodies lined the approach to the house, and a red carpet had been added to the walkway. He smiled at his wife, who flowed gracefully by his side up to the main doors, soon to join what he assumed would be the squawking geese that awaited her, settling into their typical routine of avoiding each other for the evening.

 As his wife left his side at the doors, he turned to a side mirror in the foyer to adjust his tie. He finally admitted to himself that he could very well be mistaken for the dark, carefree, jet setting agent this evening, a wry grin on his face. He decided to work up a little courage, thus setting off for the bar.





"Double Bombay Sapphire and Tonic," he said commandingly as he stepped up to the bar. Surprisingly there were few around the bar at the moment, though a flash caught his eye. Sitting poised on a stool near the end of the bar was a slight, but stunning figure. It was an Asian beauty, no more than perhaps five feet tall had she been flat footed, currently wearing very tall stilettos. Her raven black hair pinned in a bun, stunning olive legs crossed at the knee, and exotic eyes showing through a simple black cat-like mask that hinted at a playful sexuality. He was momentarily stunned, but quickly regained his senses. Before he turned back to the drink that was placed before him, he swore he saw a sexy grin returned in payment for the attention received. He shook off his moment of indulgence and claimed his drink.





"Well, look who managed to grace us with his presence!" The jovial statement came from his boss, one of the few men in this business he grew to admire. Unlike many of his associates and the firm's partners, this man got into the business out of love, and always worked diligently to be on the side of what's right, not just for the bottom line.





"I can't always stick to the shadows now, can I?" The reply was returned with a chuckle and a slap on the back. His boss knew of his uncharacteristic dread of these events, but also knew the man as an indispensable member of the firm, so the acknowledgment was well received.

 He looked back toward the end of the bar. The raven-haired beauty was gone. He walked over to where she was sitting and closing his eyes breathed in. The scent of jasmine overwhelmed his sense, almost making his mouth water from the longing just beginning to stir.

 He opened his eyes slowly and thought he saw the beauty again, this time on the stairs. He glanced around casually, noticing his wife at the expected gaggle of bodies, mouth seeming to not stop as she tried her best to impress. He shook off his momentary feeling of disgust and turned back to look toward the stairs. He didn't know what he was going to do, but he did know he was going to let his curiosity get the better of him. He casually crossed the bar and out to the larger access room, sauntering to the stairs.

 Although he distinctly remembers her there, she was gone yet again. His pace was quickening, heart racing as he searched for her. Slowly climbing the stairs his efforts were rewarded yet again. He smell the flowers again, he smelled her. A craving was growing inside him, one he didn't quite expect but one he was willing to feed a little this evening.

 He proceeded up the stairs, and out onto the large open-air balcony that overlooked the front of the estate. There were couples a groups mingling up here, many of whom he didn't recognize under the masks, and a single, solitary individual in a fiery red formal dress, leaning casually over the balcony railing. His mouth dried as he neared. What was he to say? His thoughts raced as he took a few more steps. This isn't the type of thing he normally did, meet strange women at formal events, yet here he was. Before he could think of something to say, she spoke at his approach.





"I hope you didn't mind the stroll, I love it up here under the stars." Her voice was like the primal purr of a jungle cat: dark, rich, rolling, seductive. He felt his skin flush and his thoughts cease. There were very few images coming to mind now, none of which involved the party.





"It's a beautiful night, though I'm not sure it can compare to you." He must have been channeling someone else entirely at this point; lines like that never escape his lips.





"You do flatter me, sir. You can call me... Jasmine." She held out her hand gracefully at this point, a playful grin painted meticulously on an exotic face. The raw sensuality radiating from her only served to heighten his desire. He took the hand, kissing it at this point.





"And I am... James." The wry grin he gave spoke volumes. They were about to play a game, a game he had never played before, a game he wondered if he'd be willing to finish...





"Well James, as beautiful as this balcony is, I hear there is even more beauty to be found in the rose garden, if you would be so kind to accompany me?" The question hung in the air for what seems a century. He wouldn't be surprised if he were dark crimson at this point, he felt flush with temptation, wanting nothing more than to find some secluded place for the two of them.

 Only true moments had passed before he held out his arm, which was taken almost lovingly. They proceeded down the steps and toward the back of the house, his heart beating between every step. Every breath brought in her intoxicating aroma, and he knew already where the evening would lead.

 The pair exited the house out into an open area. The garden, which was of the old style walled variety, was a few paces away. They quickly made their way to the secluded area, as though gliding. Once out of sight of the main house, he paused momentarily, breath caught in an air of anticipation. A wry grin danced on the face of Jasmine, as she turned to look at him. Her eyes casually played on his figure, starting from his feet, momentarily pausing at his waist as she bit her lip, finally gliding up to his face, looking at him hungrily.





"Tonight is ours," she said. "I don't care what tomorrow brings, but from the moment I saw you I wanted you, regardless." At this point their lips met lightly. It was like fire. The lightest touch, a graze, a slight parting that was heady, but invoking such primal need.

At this point the fire overtook him. Both hands intertwined themselves in her hair, as his tongue began to probe the warm depths of her amazing mouth. Their tongues dance a feverish waltz as both of their breathing became labored. Suddenly, he pulled down hard on her hair, exposing her neck. He grazed his teeth down toward her collarbone, kissing and nipping along the way. Soon, James felt a hand on his leg, nails dragging up the length from his knee to his waist. He bit his lip and suppressed a moan, as the hands eventually found their way to his zipper.

Momentarily taken aback by her assertiveness, James let out a gasp. He was already hard from her body pressed against his, now every fiber of his being was craving her touch. He gazed down at her with hungry eyes, electricity flowing between the two of them now, eyes locked.

She grinning evilly, as the sound of the zipper slowly filled the air. She gazed into his eyes as she slowly bent down to meet her hand. He felt a momentary shutter as her cool hand grasped his engorge cock. He let out a feral growl as she slowly began to stroke it. Her tongue darted out at this point, teasing, tantalizing, and matching that evil grin she displayed so well.

Her eyes grew hungry as she began to work more fervently. She treated that cock like a a wonderfully tasty meal, moaning as licked, sucked, and indulged in it. James did all he could not to scream out in ecstasy. "Fuck yes" he whispered, grabbing her hair, pretending to guide her but know full we she was in control right now.

Soon he decided he'd had enough. All at once he scooped up the wanton lass, placing her quickly but gently on a stone bench nearby. She let out a small cry, then a playful giggle. He quickly found the zipper at the side of her dress, furiously opening it, and slid the fiery red cloth away to reveal The most beautiful olive skin he'd seen. He was taken aback momentarily, but soon came to his senses and noticed the clean shaven, glistening pussy swollen and waiting for him in the moonlight.

He slowly dragged the backs of his nails along the inside of her thigh. She squirmed and let out a restrained sigh at this point. He proceeded to allow his hands to roam up her torso, resting upon and caressing her ample breasts, all the while his eyes never left hers. His fingers found her hardened nips, pinching and sending an ache through her body.





"More..." she begged softly, in a high pitched, pleading voice.



His head dipped toward her body as it was his turn to be in control. A stifled cry escaped her lips as his tongue began to caress her moistened, glistening lips. He took a large, all consuming lick. Her scent and taste was intoxicating. He'd never before had anyone like this. He teased the outside of her lips as her moans increased. Her hands instinctual entwined themselves in his hair, pulling him towards her tightly. As he continued to ravage her wet pussy with his tongue, her muffled squeals and moans hit a fevered pitch. He instinctively reached down and tweaked her clit as he sped up his licking. She bit her lips and convulsed as she quickly climaxed under his control.

His own glistening skin soon met hers, as his tux joined hers on the ground, and their mouths once again joined. 'More' her lips professed into his, as he lifted her off the bench. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she settled onto his firmness. Their bodies find a nearby pillar, mouths and bodies intertwined. Rain begins to fall on the pair as James begins to again devour her neck, shoulders, and now exposed breasts. The rain picks up as their bodies melted together, hands finding solace in pleasurable spots, mouths ravaging and devouring flesh.

Their dance comes to a close suddenly, violently as both reach a monstrous climax, and thunder echoes in the background. The two collapse in a heap near the column, masks having never left their faces...



Masquerade



December was sending out the year with a frosty disregard for scantily clad party goers. It was beyond cold. It was frigid. Ella had only left the cozy interior of the car seconds ago, and there was already frost forming on her eyelashes. Well, almost. She stood shivering on the sidewalk and watched her best friend primp in the car's window. Looking at her, Ella regretted her own choice in apparel for the twentieth time that night. She watched as Katy made some last minute adjustments to her outfit before they made their way into the masquerade party. It was taking a surprisingly long time considering there wasn't much to it; a red halter top trimmed with faux white fur paired with a shockingly brief black skirt, black fishnet stockings, and black, thigh high, vinyl boots with impossibly high heels. Last time she had checked, Halloween was still in October. Ella shrugged. Katy had never been particularly.....subtle.

She looked down at her own outfit. It was a simple black cocktail dress. It had thin straps and a square neckline that she thought flattered her figure nicely. The skirt was soft and full and flirted above her knees. Her favorite part of it was the back -- it plunged daringly low. She supposed it was rather understated, but the mask she had chosen for the night was very ornate. She toyed with it while she waited. It was typical masquerade style with elaborate beading and trim. It was all black, the only color coming from a bold emerald colored feather. She had gotten a bit daring with her eye make up and slicked on some deep red lipstick. She had cajoled her hair into a crown of glossy ringlets, and she had given in when Katy insisted that Ella wear a pair of stilettos and giant silver loop earrings to up the "sex factor." Even with those additions, Ella felt rather plain next to her flamboyant friend. A group of men walked by, whistling and calling out their appreciation for Katy's outfit. She grinned, winked, and curtseyed for them. Katy, finally finished with her adjustments, arched a brow at Ella's expression. 

"Don't be so prim," she teased. "I told you that this party required a bit more sex. Remember, we don't even get to speak for the first couple hours. And you can't take your mask off. "

Ella groaned and rolled her eyes. "I know, I know! I'm supposed to seduce without speaking, tempt and tantalize with body language. Got it. Just one question, how did you talk me into this?"

"You know how." Katy grabbed Ella's hand and tugged her towards the entrance to the club. "As my best friend, you're obligated to be my wingman when needed. It's rumored that there will be many a hot man there tonight. So you're needed. Now quit whining and use those pretty painted lips to find some mischief tonight."

Ella knew she was bested. There was no way to talk her best friend out of a party. She could at least whine a little bit as they trudged through the arctic parking lot. "Who goes to masquerade parties for Christmas anyway?"

"We do. What better way to celebrate the holidays than securing a spot on Santa's Naughty List?" Katy slipped a ruby red mask covered in sequins and rhinestones into place. She winked at the door man before sashaying into the club. Ella tugged her mask on and followed obediently. 

The club had been transformed -- Mardi Gras meets Christmas. Red and white silky fabric covered the tables and dripped over railings. Long ropes of Mardi Gras beads tangled over Christmas boughs. Glittering mirrored balls dripping with mistletoe hung above each table. The wait staff looked like elves that got lost on Bourbon Street. LOTS of bare chests... on both the men and the women. The entire place looked like a bad Santa's Workshop porn set, especially considering the amount of body glitter and baby oil gyrating on the dance floor.

Katy had already insinuated herself into the center of the crowd. Even with her usual witty banter temporarily muted, she was in her element and certainly didn't need a wingman. As she scanned the room, Ella wondered briefly how she was supposed to order a drink without speaking. A waiter seemingly appeared out of thin air with a tray packed with wine glasses and shot glasses and bottles of beer. He was dressed in old fashioned tails and also wore a mask. He, of course, wore no shirt. The coat was buttoned over his belly, but from what she could see - he had a body worthy of the Chippendale's stage. She accepted a bottle with a smile and a tip of her head.

She found a spot by the corner of the bar and watched the scene in front of her. Beautiful bodies clad in practically nothing gyrated together on the dance floor. It seemed like Santa's Slutty Helper was the theme for the night. Little clusters of people batted masked lashes at each other around the edges of the room. The shadows in the corners seemed to move, no doubt filled with illicit couplings. As she toyed with her drink, she wondered if she'd have to guts to get freaky with a stranger in the middle of a club. She took a swig from her bottle. The thought had appeal... Her mind drifted to the possibilities of a blatantly anonymous hook up.

"Ahem!"

The whisper seemed to echo against her ear and she jumped, startled rudely out of her little fantasy. She looked up to find a very tall, lean man leaning on the bar next to her. He was dressed casually. Surprisingly, he wore a shirt. And no body oil or glitter. Just a crisp looking white button up shirt and jeans. His mask was brown suede, completing his very subtle look. She met his eyes; chocolate brown, framed with thick lashes, and sparkling with mirth. What she could see of his face seemed attractive. A nice jaw line covered in a ridiculously sexy five o'clock shadow, strong cheek bones, and a very, very enticing mouth. He had dark hair - she couldn't quite tell what color -- cut short. She quirked a brow at him. He leaned in against her, intimately nuzzled into her hair. Again he whispered.

"You're killing me with that bottle routine." He pulled back and looked pointedly at the bottle she still held to her lips. She blushed as she realized that she had been running it over her bottom lip while she'd been caught in her day dream.

She leaned into him to whisper. "Apologies, sir. I was lost in thought. You do know that speaking is strictly forbidden?"

"I'm not much for following the rules. You don't seem the type either." He shrugged away the idea of conforming. She opened her mouth to protest that she wasn't a rebel at all. The allure of being a bad girl stopped the words. She smiled instead and mimicked his shrug. She drank from her bottle again. Sliding her gaze his way, she slid the bottle across her lower lip. Her tongue slipped out to trace the lip of the bottle. She murmured the slightest sound of pleasure. She watched through lower lashes for his reaction. His focus was on her mouth. She licked her lips. He mirrored her in what had to be an involuntary response. He really had the most delectable mouth, she thought. She wanted to slip her tongue over his lower lip, just as he had. 

Reluctantly dragging her gaze from his too-sexy mouth, she scanned the room for Katy. She was on the dance floor, seducing a group of men with the gyrations of her little black skirt. Ella smirked. Katy wouldn't have hesitated for a moment; she would have followed her urge and kissed the rule breaker right on his tempting mouth. She sighed and took another sip from her bottle. 

"What are you thinking about that is making you sigh so sorrowfully?" He whispered against her neck. The intimacy of speaking like this, of breaking a frivolous rule, made her pulse jump. She turned into him a bit more, her body inches from his. She lifted her face so her check was against hers.

She mustered her courage and boldly slid a hand into the hair at the back of his neck. She dropped her voice and murmured, "I'm thinking about breaking another rule."

His hands found the small of her back, tugging her closer. "What rule?"

"The one that states you should never make out with masked strangers."

His fingers flexed on her back. His whiskers scraped against her cheek as he nuzzled her hair. "That rule is antiquated and absurd. You should most definitely break it."

She hesitated. This sort of thing never happened in her life. The only risks she took were calculated. She wasn't here to hook up with a random stranger; she was here to support Katy. She glanced over her shoulder at the dance floor. Katy was dirty dancing between two glittery, over grown elves. Obviously she didn't need assistance. Oh what the hell, she thought. You only live once.

Ella put down her bottle. She slid her other hand up his chest and raised up onto her toes. His mouth was barely an inch from hers. She peeked up at him through her lashes. His gaze was on her mouth, eyes bright with anticipation, but he wasn't going to take this kiss. This one was hers. She closed the distance and brushed her lips across his. Her eyes drifted closed and she sank into the sensation of him. He responded immediately. His mouth opened over hers, his hands fisted in the fabric of her dress. She pressed more fully against him. He was....hard. Aroused. His erection was pressing into her belly. A heady rush of excitement and power and lust poured through her.

The kiss was, to be cliché, the hottest thing she had every experienced. It wiped all coherent thought from her head, along with the ability to reason. She wanted this man. She didn't care what his name was, where he was from, if she was going to see him again. Katy told her to find mischief, right? He turned her so her back was to the bar. His hands slid to her waist and she was vaguely aware of being boosted onto a stool. He spread her thighs with a nudge from one of his and then stepped between them. His fingers slipped into her curls. He tugged her head back just a bit. The sensation that danced from her scalp, down her spine, made her moan. He took her mouth again and plundered. She slipped her hands under his shirt, up onto his belly. Mmmmmmm, hard. She traced the ridges of his abdomen. She moved her touch around his sides, up his back, down to his butt. The man was hot and hard and everything that any woman every fantasized about. 

Suddenly he stepped back. He ran a hand through his hair and simply watched her for a minute. He leaned down, nuzzling her hair like he did before. "We need to take this somewhere a little less public." He pulled back and studied her face for a reaction. She merely nodded and slid off the stool. He took her hand and moved towards the back of the club. He threaded through the dance floor, making room for her to follow him through the crowd. She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked back to see Katy staring after her with mouth agape. She flashed a grin before allowing her stranger to pull her away. They slipped into a hallway. Doors on either side announced restrooms. He didn't even pause. He tried a door a bit farther down to find it locked. He tugged her farther. Another door, this one unlocked. He peeked inside, sent her a triumphant smile over his shoulder, and pulled her in. The room was completely black, but she got the vague impression of an office. He didn't seem too interested in their surroundings. He pulled her into another kiss. He walked her backwards until she was pressed against the wall. His hands were everywhere; soft caresses on her cheek, possessive strokes of her back... hungry touches on her back and arms. He finally broke the kiss to burn a path down her throat to her chest. He tugged her straps off her shoulders, far enough that her breasts were exposed. He ran gentle fingers over one, then the other, seeming to admire her for eons before finally bending to capture a nipple between his lips. She arched away from the wall and into his touch. Her fingers tangled in his hair, urging him to take more of her. He rolled her nipple against his tongue while he sucked on her. She nearly came undone from that alone. Then his hand was under her skirt, playing over the damp fabric of her panties. He raised his head to watch her while he teased. He knew just how to touch her. His fingers stroked and pressed and dipped and soothed in just the right way. She came embarrassingly fast. She would have blushed, but his reacting moan had her needy all over again. 

He pulled his shirt off over his head, unzipped his jeans, tugged them down. Then he pulled her panties down. Not off, just down; far enough that he could slide his cock in between the fabric and the wet of her skin. He stroked against her like that... once...twice... The tease was enough to have her bucking against him, ready to beg for more. He changed the angle slightly and pressed the head of his cock inside her. Hands under her thighs, he murmured instructions for her to wrap her legs around his waist. The change in position forced his dick into her just a little farther. They both moaned.

"Tell me what you want.... Tell me to do this..." his voice was rough and low. Ella arched into him again. His head fell back as he slid deeper into her. He growled his order once again. "Tell me."

"I want you to fuck me...." She blushed at the words but loved the feel of them. She moved against him, a calculated rise and fall of her hips. "Fuck me."

He started to move inside her... slowly, with the utmost of control. He filled her and stretched her. He felt fucking fantastic inside of her. But she didn't want control. She slid a hand between them to where their bodies joined. Her finger tips stroked over his cock as it slid in and out of her. He made a sound that bordered on feral, but maintained his control. She lingered in the wet until her fingers were coated. Then she raised them to his lips. She traced her wet over his lower lip. She paused to let him lick the taste of her away. Then she slipped her fingers into his mouth. His eyes closed as he sucked on her fingers. 

"Fuck. Me." She demanded in a whisper. He swore under his breath as his control finally broke. One hand moved up her body. He stroked over her breast, pulled sharply on her nipple before moving his hand up to her throat, cupping her jaw. His other hand gripped her ass tightly as he pounded into her. He thrust deep, hard and fast to her core. She matched his thrusts, met him in each one. Their eyes held each others as they raced towards release. She could feel that sweet, hot coil twisting inside her. She reached down again, more wet on her fingers. She sucked one clean, offered him the other. He sucked her finger into his mouth and she felt the orgasm crash over her. She tightened around him, cried out. 

His cry of release followed right after hers. His body went rigid and then shuddered. He crushed her to him, held onto her fiercely as he poured into her. Every throbbing move of his cock sent of little after shocks of release inside her. They stayed pressed against the wall in a tangle while they shuddered.

His hands turned gentle, soothing as their bodies calmed from the quake. He kissed her as he slid from her body, kissed her as they tidied their clothes and hair. He smiled at her in the dark room and held a hand out for hers.

"My name is--- " 

She put her fingers to his lips. She shook her head and leaned in to whisper against his ear.

"There's no talking at this party. Sssssshhhhh." 



Masquerade



It was October 31. Halloween. A night for haunts, spooks, tricks and treats. The night when the worlds between the living and the dead overlapped and they could celebrate together, or so the local legends tell me. The deep south was especially rich in history and chilling tales of deceased plantation owners and their families roaming their lands amongst the living, hence the strong desire to celebrate Halloween.

Halloween was also the night of Bouette, Louisiana's annual Halloween Ball, held right on the estate of the Oak Alley Plantation. The mayor owned the property and kept it maintained to it's original Victorian beauty. The Mansion was built in 1837 and the alley leading to the front of the building was lined with live oak trees, which were about 200 years old. 

This was the first time I would be attending the party since I moved to Louisiana the previous year. I found it suiting that I dress in the exact replica of Victorian era garments since we would be in attendance at such a regal place. I searched several of the local antique shops for months, finding pieces here and there that eventually pieced into my costume. And then it was complete. The corset-type bodice was a rich plum color with a low laced neckline and long slitted sleeves lined with linen under sleeves. The bell skirt was the same plum color with lilac ruffled trim around the bottom to match the silk ribbon that was laced through the bodice hooks.

As Halloween night came, I dressed and drove to the plantation and pulled up to the closed gate. With the press of a button, a voice called over the intercom. "Name?" "Harlan, party of one." The gates opened and I drove up a mile-long driveway onto the estate grounds up to the front of the Oak Alley mansion, where a valet attendant took my keys. I threw a dollar in the tip box and elegantly strolled through the doors. It seemed as if all eyes were on me as I entered the lobby. Butlers in crisp white tuxedos and white gloves weaved through the party guests with trays of o'devours and champagne glasses.

There was a tapping of a glass somewhere in the room. Everyone focused their attention to the double spiral staircase, where at the top landing, stood Bouett's mayor. The crowd hushed as he began to speak. "If I may have your attention folks," his southern accent twanged, "We will now be making our way into the grand ball room."

Two doormen swung the enormous double doors open to expose a beautifully refinished room, with carved wooden pillars and stained glass windows. Bars with food and drinks were set up in each corner of the room. Directly at the back of the room upon entering, hung a ten by ten foot painting of the mansion front, dated when it was built.

The hired orchestra began to play a Gothic tune and ghosts, goblins, witches and ghouls began to move forth onto the floors and engage in dance. A debonaire man entered the grand ballroom and caught my eye, dressed in a typical Victorian male black morning suit. The coat had a short front and long tails in the back with high collar and a gray paisley vest layered over a white shirt. His look was topped off with solid black bat-winged mask across his eyes. He walked through the crowds of party-goers, ignoring potential female callers and straight towards me, as if he was my date.

The mysterious man was soon standing face to face with me, and up close, he was absolutely enchanting, with his black hair, turquoise eyes and flawless white skin. He held out his hand and bowed, silently asking for a dance. I placed my hand in his and curtsied and he led me to the dance floor. We engaged in a sophisticated waltz, gracefully twirling around the dance floor. As the song ended, he pulled me back into him the last go around, and he locked eyes with me. He pulled me off the dance floor, and obediently, I followed, in a mesmerized stupor that left me completely taken over by him. 

I felt like Scarlet O'Hara in Gone with the Wind, as he whisked me away up the spiral staircase and ducked into the mansion's library, I followed him in, and the door shut and clicked locked behind me. The masked man hid from me behind high shelves of books. I rounded corners, playing hide and seek with him, until I felt his arms wrap around my middle from behind me, startling me. His hands traveled up, mashing my breasts together. I gasped as he slowly untied the lace of my bodice. I tried to turn around to look at him, remove his mask, but he wouldn't let me, instead, he playfully pushed me over to a wooden desk in the center of the room and lifted up my heavy, bouffant skirt.

With his unexplained control over my body, I allowed him to bend me forward and reach around, to cup my breasts once more as I felt him enter me from behind. The material of his pants rubbed against my bare naked ass as he slowly probed in and out of my pussy, moistening his prick with my juices. Once he had easier entry, he pounded rapidly into me, my tits flopping around in his hands. I yelled out as I came and slicked up his cock more, causing it to swell inside my walls. I knew he was ready to release his load, and I backed my ass up onto him and let his dick plunge deep into me. He was silent and didn't even breath as his jizz pumped into me. He pulled away from me and as I lowered my skirt and fastened my bodice back together, I raised my head to speak to my lover, but he was gone, leaving the library door ajar.

I carefully trotted down the staircase to find my suitor, admiring the old framed photographs hung on the walls, stopping at one strikingly familiar person, dressed in the same clothing as my mystery fuck. The familiar eyes of the man in the photo stared back at me. How odd, they bared an exact resemblance. No fucking way. The copper nameplate on the frame read "Benjamin H. Boutte, 1851-1881." 

I picked up my speed down the stairs and ran through the crowds, of masked faces, trying to scout him out, to no avail. I proceeded outside the front of the Oak Alley mansion and through the walkway lined with oaks, slightly holding up my skirt so I wouldn't dirty it. It seemed as if he vanished into thin air, he couldn't possibly have gotten this far without me finding him.

I went back into the ball passing a group of men telling scary stories to their lady friends when I overheard one of the men say, "Benjamin Boutte was the most handsome and successful plantation owner in Louisiana of his time. He owed his success to being unattached to any one woman, because a union would take away from his focus. But, he still had needs, and bedded many woman and left them to see themselves out when he was finished fucking them. It is believed still haunts the walls of this mansion, making sure his home is kept to his standards. The mayor even claims to have actually seen his presence in the library..."

Horror stricken, I asked myself...could it be? 



Masquerade



Chapter I

The Costume Shop

Claire was bored. After 16 years in a relatively benign marriage, she wanted something new in her sex life. It presented itself as a formal invitation delivered by special courier.

MASQUERADE

1874 1710 Sequoia Lane

1:00 p.m. 

*Costume Required*

This was no unanticipated event. Claire had answered a query on one of the websites catering to women's sexual fantasies. 

Trembling with doubt and anticipation, she tucked the invitation inside her purse. She had been informed through correspondence with the sponsor that the party would last for four hours. She would have just enough time to make it back before her husband arrived home from work.

As Claire backed out of the garage, she heard the pitter pat of rain falling on the metal roof of the car. It was a summer shower with a warm breeze freshening the fragrances of gardenia and freesia. Claire was at that age when her romantic sense was heightened and her sexual furnace burned hot. Undercurrents of eroticism often carried her away helplessly in a relentless sea of daydreams, but as Claire drove toward her destination she knew this was no dream.

Claire found a parking space right in front of the costume shop.

She opened the car door and ran hurriedly through the rain into the store. None-the-less, her short trip had left her with wet, stringy hair and a somewhat disheveled look.

She was greeted by a very attractive woman, presumably the owner. 

"It's really coming down out there."

"Sure is. I'm sorry to be tracking all this water into your store."

"Don't worry about it," the woman said warmly. "Let me get you a towel to dry your hair." 

As the woman disappeared behind a doorway, Claire couldn't help but notice her long blond hair trailing down her slender back almost to her waist. She wore a pull-over knit dress which accentuated every supple curve of her body. Claire smiled thinking how nice it was that this 20 something was able to use her age and figure to her advantage.

The attractive young woman emerged from the back room and walked over to Claire, handing her the towel.

"Here you go" she said, smiling. Her soft, sexy eyes made contact with Claire's.

"My name is Erin and I'm the owner of this shop. How may I help you?"

Claire had been drawn in by Erin's inviting eye contact, and she felt herself warmly attracted to her. 

After what seemed like a long intimate exchange of silence Claire stammered, "I... um... uh... I'm... I'm Claire and I called ahead to reserve a costume for a masquerade this afternoon."

As if not to even notice Claire's embarrassment, Erin smiled and said, "I think I have just the dress you're looking for. If you will just step into the dressing room, I'll bring it to you."

Erin ushered Claire into a dressing room at the back of the shop,and instructed her to disrobe. Inside the room, Claire was not able to see Erin place the "Closed" sign in the window, nor did she hear the turning of the lock in the front door.

Claire removed her raincoat and hung it on a hanger. As she reached around to her back to unzip her dress, her breasts were pushed outward and Claire liked what she saw. She removed her dress and tossed it on the dressing room bench. Claire admired her mirrored reflection, her tight, firm body. For a woman in her early 40's she was in very good physical shape. She ran her hands over her perfectly shaped breasts, closing her eyes briefly as she teasingly pinched her nipples through her bra.

In the doorway, Erin silently observed Claire and liked what she saw.

"I... thought you might like this lace bodice dress. It represents the eighteenth century French peasant style." 

Claire was a bit embarrassed to have been caught touching herself. 

"You have the perfect figure for this dress." 

Erin reached around Claire who was still standing facing the mirror and held the dress in front of her. 

"Your breasts are beautiful and full. This dress will look very seductive on you."

As Claire admired the dress, Erin's hands rested on her shoulders. Claire thought how soft and warm they felt. Although she had never been with a woman, Claire often had masturbatory fantasies about lesbian encounters. She most definitely was curious.

Sensing Claire's secret need, Erin let the costume fall to the floor and began to slowly move her hands downward toward Claire's breasts, finally cupping them in her hands. There was no resistance as Mandy's head fell back on Erin's shoulder.

"Mmmmmm... Erin... your hands feel so good. Don't stop."

Emboldened by the request, Erin unhooked Claire's bra and let it fall to the floor.

Claire couldn't believe she was doing this with another woman. It was different. It was sensual. As Erin pinched and rolled Claire's nipples between her thumb and forefinger, little electric currents ran from her breasts to her clit. Claire was on fire.  

Claire's hand now found its way between her tummy and the elastic of her black lace panties. With her eyes closed and her breasts being massaged, Claire began to slowly move her finger over her clit. She was wet with desire, her juices hot from her internal fire.

At this point, Erin gently turned Claire around to face her. It was also at this time that Claire realized Erin was still in her dress.

Without a word, Erin seductively lowered the shoulders of her dress and let it fall around her waist. Then, not missing a beat, she unfastened her bra and let it fall.

Claire trembled at the sight of the beautiful young woman before her. Erin's alabaster skin was flawless, her body tight and well-proportioned.

Sensing this was Claire's first time to be with a woman, Erin took the lead.

"I want to feel your body against me Claire. I want to feel your flesh on mine." Erin's tone was serious as she reinforced Claire's desire. 

The two women gazed into each other's eyes, their souls filled with desire. Not able to ignore the need any longer, Erin and Claire wrapped their arms around each other in a passionate embrace... the soft, flesh of breasts met and pressed together... lips briefly touched before their mouths opened and tongues playfully rolled and darted about. 

Erin lowered her mouth to Claire's exposed breasts. A little bite with her teeth and a soothing kiss with her lips... a good hard suck and then a flick with her tongue. 

"Ohhhhh... yes Erin, your mouth feels so good." 

Claire moaned at the experienced movements of Erin's mouth upon her nipples. 

Claire's passion was obvious. Erin's passion was growing. She so wanted to make Claire's first time a pleasurable one. Slowly, Erin moved downward, trailing little butterfly kisses from Claire's breasts to her quivering tummy.

Claire's hands tenderly embraced the sides of Erin's head, her legs weakened and she fell back against the mirror.

"Oh my god Erin, I can't believe this is happening. I want you so bad."

Erin needed no encouragement as her tongue began licking the sweet nectar of Claire's hot, shaved pussy.

Claire pulled Erin's head and mouth tightly into her wet mound, smothering her slightly while covering most of Erin's face with her juices.

With her tongue, Erin began a tender flicking assault on Claire's love button. With expert movements, she alternated between little butterfly flicks and tender sucks. Circling... sucking... flicking... Claire's pussy lips and clit were completely engorged now and her excitement was rapidly reaching the point of no return. She was only half conscious of her surroundings... entirely lost in sensual delight. Claire's eyes rolled to the back of her head and her breathing quickened.

Erin knew that what she was about to do next would likely push Claire over the edge. Slowly, deliberately, Erin entered Claire's throbbing pussy with her middle finger. "Mmmmmm... you must make your husband very happy with this tight hole."

"Ahhhhh..." Claire couldn't speak.

Removing her finger just part of the way, Erin now added a second and then a third finger to Claire's vagina. She could feel the pulsations of Claire's wet pussy walls.

"Oh, fuck yes! Fuck me... suck me." 

Claire's hips were moving involuntarily now as she grasped Erin's head even tighter. Erin fucked Claire with her fingers faster and faster making sure she slid across the sensitive area of her g-spot. She had Claire's fully engorged clit in her mouth and she knew it would not be long until Claire experienced her first orgasm with a woman.

Claire's heart was pounding outside her chest now... her breath rapid and short. Her hips bucked wildly into Erin's face.

"Oh my god... don't stop... fuck... don't stop... oh yeah... yeah... I'm fucking cumming... now... ohhhhhhh...

Claire's legs buckled, her orgasm was intense. With abandon, she pressed her soft pussy flesh into Erin and exploded her hot, wet juices all over her face.

Erin let go of her loving connection and Claire slumped to the floor.

It took a while for Claire to recover, but when she finally did she looked at Erin and said, "You're beautiful."

"So are you Claire. You're a very sexy, exciting woman."

With a slight look of consternation on her face, Claire queried, "What about you? I really want to make you feel good, too."

"No worries, Claire. Let's just say I look forward to the time you return the costume."

"Oh, the costume... the party... I almost forgot."

Claire hurriedly put on the peasant dress, laced up the bodice, looked longingly and lovingly at Erin, and left the shop.



Masquerade



"Miss Arneson, what exactly do you want?" Pierre snapped irritably, turning to glare at this woman, his nemesis, who had been hounding him so lately, taking so much energy away from his real interests-- his real *work*-- which no-one must ever learn of. Protecting his secret was taking so much effort now; she was getting too close.

Jane smiled... a predatory, lazily triumphant smile. She kept finding that there were crossovers between real-world skills and things she did in this live-action roleplaying game; and she only hoped that, when she got the chance to do serious interviews as a journalist, that getting people rattled until they made revealing mistakes would be this much fun. Not that, in real life, either of them was actually a vampire with mystical magical secret powers fueled by their vampire blood or whatever. There were plenty of elements of the game that were pure fantasy. But a lot of the social maneuvering would work pretty much the same in real life. Knowing it was a game just let them be a little bit more uninhibited about it.

Now she had him. Her character, Lily Arneson, was about to get the goods on Pierre Sacremont, an annoyingly mysterious artist whose secret project was the subject of a lot of rumors, some of which sounded as if they might seriously interfere with her plans. The other player, Paul, was normally very careful about never meeting her gaze; but she had rattled him, and he'd forgotten and looked straight at her, and now she could use her Dominate power on him.

"I want you to keep looking into my eyes," she said, smiling even more, and holding a fist out to the side on top of her outstretched palm, to signal she was ready to resolve her character's attempt to mentally Dominate his with a round of rock-scissors-paper.

"Damn it," Paul muttered under his breath, and she winked at him. He stuck out his tongue, but couldn't suppress a momentary smile. Jane was relentless and annoying, and they butted heads both in and out of game; but her "I'm beating you" grin *was* pretty sexy.

They threw their signs, and both briefly looked to the side to see them. Paul sighed, and looked back into her eyes. "Good ol' rock..." he muttered, relaxing his hand out of the "scissors" peace-sign shape and putting it down by his side.

"Nothin' beats rock!" Jane agreed brightly, opening her closed "rock" fist and wiggling the fingers at him as if mesmerizing him with waves of magic power from her mind.

Flushed with delight at her success after... really quite a lot of social maneuvering to get to this point-- Paul had been pretty canny up till now-- Jane decided to play the scene for all it was worth. Still holding his gaze, she backed towards a couch. "Now. Let's have a seat and get to know each other a bit better, shall we?"

By the time they reached the couch, Jane knew how she wanted to play it. Just the night before she'd been looking at some websites her roommate had bookmarked about hypnosis; and while they'd been aimed at somewhat naughtier uses, she thought she could imitate the basic style of the patter.

"Have a seat with me, Pierre, and keep looking into my eyes, that's right. It's such a relief to finally sit down with you and just relax, after all this tedious, tiring, dancing around we've been doing, don't you agree? It takes so much effort to be so careful, all the time, and it's such a relief to finally be able to let that go, to have it over with, and settled, and not to have to think about that any more. You've been thinking so hard, for so long, and it's so lovely to stop thinking for a while, isn't it? You can just let me lead you for while, and that's such a relief, knowing this is where you were coming all along but you were fighting it, resisting it, and it feels so good to put down that burden and just give in, now, doesn't it." She nodded almost imperceptibly at this, and saw him faintly nodding back.

"And as you keep looking deeper into my eyes, now, you can imagine walking down a flight of marble stairs, down into a dark, silent, peaceful crypt where you can finally rest, let go, and give in to deep, deep trance. Deeper into my eyes, into my control, with every step, and you will count them with me now. There are ten steps, and this is one: deeper and deeper into trance."

"One..." he breathed in return.

"That's right. Step down the next one now: two. Just letting all your defenses go."

"Two..."

"Very good. Now three, sinking even deeper."

"Three..."

"Four. Leaving your mind in my care."

"Four..."

"Five. Just following my words."

"Five..."

"Six. Following and obeying."

"Six..."

"Seven. Deeper and more obedient."

"Seven..."

"Eight. Knowing that you are in my power now."

"Eight..."

"Nine. Feeling the last traces of resistance leave you."

"Nine..."

"That's right. And, ten. Completely under my control."

"Ten..."

"Yes. Tell me that you are completely under my control."

"I am completely under your control."

"Very, very good. Now, Pierre..." Jane leaned forward until her lips were *almost* touching Paul's. "Tell me *all* of your secrets."

Jane listened attentively as Paul told her about Pierre's secret project... which wasn't really very directly useful to Lily Arneson, but it was a bit scandalous and she could surely use that somehow. Most of the rumors she'd heard about it were pure speculation, and really she wouldn't have gone after Pierre nearly so strongly if she'd known this was all he was up to.

But, Paul was *awfully* cute as a mind-controlled zombie. He kept that perfectly blank look on his face the whole time, he was really getting into this. Jane started to see what her roommate found so hot about the idea of hypnosis.

What if he really were hypnotized?

At first it was just an idle thought. But as time went on and Paul stayed so *perfectly* in character-- not even cracking a smile-- Jane started to wonder if maybe it were actually true. Maybe she *had* hypnotized him! She started to try to think of ways to find out.

"That's very, very good, Pierre. You feel so good about telling me all of your secrets. And now, when I touch your forehead, you will feel every thought and idea vanish completely from your mind, leaving you blank, empty , and open. Now." Jane leaned forward and touched a finger to the center of Paul's forehead. He stared blankly back at her.

"Every time you feel me touch the center of your forehead, you will return to this state, and any thoughts that may have begun to form in your mind will dissipate and vanish. Do you understand?"

"Yes..." he replied quietly.

"How do you feel about this command?"

The moment his lips began to move to answer her, she tapped the center of his forehead, and a slow confused look spread over his face.

"Deeper and deeper," she said. "So completely obedient."

His features settled a bit.

"How do you feel about obeying me?" she asked.

Again, as he began to answer, she reached forward and touched his brow. He once again looked vaguely confused.

"You must obey me. Say it."

"I must obey you," he replied, looking almost relieved.

"That's right. Now, in a moment, I'm going to wake you up. But after I do, whenever I say 'look into my eyes,' you're going to look into my eyes immediately, do you understand? It's going to happen before you think about it, and you won't be able to stop yourself."

"Yes..."

"Yes. Now, you will wake up when I snap my fingers... remembering this as a perfectly normal conversation that you feel good about. One, two, three." She snapped her fingers, and Paul blinked.

"*So* good to finally have a chance to really talk with you, Pierre. I do appreciate your candor." Jane stood up, and started walking to the door.

"Um... yes. You too," Paul replied, haltingly. He stood up also, looking around the room.

"Oh, actually, you know, there was one other thing I was curious about," Jane said casually, turning back towards Paul. He raised an eyebrow, but continued looking around as if he'd misplaced something.

Jane stepped back towards him, taking a large, ornate ring out of her handbag, and setting it on the table in front of Paul. He looked at it, as she'd intended.

"Look into my eyes," she said firmly. Paul immediately looked up at her, with an air of surprise.

She leaned forward and tapped the center of his forehead.

All the focus went out of his eyes.

"*Good*. So very good. Deeper... and deeper... and deeper.  That's right. And just sit right back down on the couch again, letting me guide your body... that's right." She took his arm and led him back to his seat.

What to do with him now?

Looking at her blank, mindless... completely edible prey, thinking a little like Lily and a little like those websites her roommate liked so much, an idea came to her, and she laughed. Paul continued to stare, expressionlessly, and she laughed more.

Jane reached into her purse and took out three small red squares of paper.

"Now. In a moment, I am going to wake you up again. And you are going to drink my blood, three times."

He didn't so much as breathe quickly at that. He was completely gone.

"As you know, this will bind you to me... forever. With each drink, your emotions will bend more and more towards me, until with the third taste of my blood, I will become the most important thing in the world to you. You know this will happen, but you will be unable to stop yourself, because you must obey me."

"I must obey you..." Paul replied faintly.

"That's right. And Paul, although you know this is a game, you will find that your emotions are responding just like Pierre's. This will help you get into your role. You will forget that I told you this, Paul, but as you tear each of these pieces of paper that represent drinks of my blood, you will *feel* the change in your emotions towards me, no matter what you think you want. Do you understand?"

"Yes..."

"But just to make it extra fun, you're going to start off feeling every bit of annoyance you've ever felt towards me. I'm your nemesis, and you know I have it in for you. You hate me. But you can't stop yourself from drinking my blood, because you must obey me."

"I must obey you..."

"That's right. And your emotions will remember *just* how to respond, but you can forget..." she tapped Paul in the forehead, and his eyes unfocused even more.

"And one, two, three, awake." She snapped her fingers.

"Huh," said Paul.

"I do so love our little chats. I hope you'll consider my offer. And, of course, put in a good word for me with your friends."

Paul shook his head, as if trying to clear the cobwebs. He scowled. "Not very likely. Are we finished here? You are welcome to see yourself out."

"Oh, absolutely." Jane got up and headed towards the door again. Then she turned. "There's just one more thing..." She pointed towards the three squares of red paper on the table. "Take a drink of my blood."

Paul looked at the table, then up at her, the distaste growing even stronger on his face. "Sure, of *course* I'm going to blood-bond myself to you." He picked up one of the squares. "I'd say something here about unpleasant things I'd sooner kiss, but I'm sure you can use your imagination." He tore the square of paper, then looked at it in surprise.

Jane smiled at him. It was *almost* worth losing to her, just to get to see that sexy triumphant grin of hers. Maybe it was just that he had to look at her mouth to avoid looking into her eyes and letting her character get a chance to Dominate him. He wasn't going to let that happen again.

He briefly wondered what it would be like to kiss those lips, but he couldn't imagine a situation in which either of them would actually go for that unless they were both very drunk.

"Now you've had your fun. I trust you'll be going?"

"First, look into my eyes."

His surprised eyes were right there, looking straight into hers. She laughed, held his gaze for a moment, then deliberately looked away, laughing more. "Now take another drink of my blood."

"You've got to be the crazy bitch you've always acted like if you think I'm going to drink this one," Paul said, picking up the second square of red paper. "That would give you just a *bit* too much leverage."

He tore the square, and once again looked down at it in surprise.

"Yes, it would, wouldn't it?" Jane nearly purred.

Pierre began to realize... and Paul began to realize... just how much trouble he was in.  He stood up and began backing away.

"You'd better take that last one with you," Jane said. Paul picked up the last red square of paper.

He was backing slowly away from her, and she was advancing on him, stalking him like the sexiest cat he'd ever seen. From somewhere, the image came into his head of her pushing him onto the couch, straddling him, celebrating her victory over his character with a victory over his body. It was an embarrassing image, but even more embarrassing was that it was making him hard.

"Look into my eyes," she said again, and he immediately locked gazes with her. Damn it.

She'd backed him in a circle, and back up against the couch.

"I'm Dominating you. Throw scissors again. Lose to me," Jane said.

Paul's arms moved without him really thinking about them, in time with Jane's as they threw rock-scissors-paper for the challenge. They brought their hands up, but he didn't look. He couldn't look away from her.

"Rock beats scissors," she said. She leaned forward, and he fell onto the couch.

He lay down, as she came forward, and she straddled him.

"Last drink," she said, still holding his gaze, so intensely. 

He slowly brought the red square up between them.

"Drink," she said. "You're mine now."

Still looking helplessly into her eyes, he slowly tore the third red square.

And infinitely slowly, knowing he was aching more for it every second, she leaned down to bring her lips right down to his, and kissed him.



Masquerade



With a shiver I closed the book. Edgar Allan Poe's "Masque of the Red Death" always held a certain morbid fascination for me, no matter how often I read it. I finished the last drops of the red wine on my bedside table and turned off the light. Cuddling into my covers as if they were the arms of a fantasy lover I surrendered to the misty shrouds of dream land that seemed to reach out to me with foggy fingers.

"Masquerade, Masquerade – grab your masque and don't be late ..." I hadn't been listening to the Halloween song for ages, now it was humming in my head as a bunch of wild revelers took me by the hand and pulled me away into a mad polonaise. Without a will of my own, helpless to resist the flow of the insanely dancing crowds, I was washed away. Surrounded by colors and forms, suddenly as bright as the rainbow, then again without distinction of shapes or colors, I drifted away to unknown places. 

And then I started to see. Closer looks revealed costumes of all kinds – birds of paradise with mighty plumage and heavy beaks, ghostly dancers seeming to be only skin stretched over bones, baroque Ladies, with powdered wigs and pale faces, but brightly glowing cheeks and oversized beauty spots, their once precious gowns tattered and torn, but they seemed not to care. 

A feverish mood engulfed the weird company I found myself part of. The laughter and fun were on the brink of hysteria it seemed – and although there was music playing and people talking and singing I felt like I was wrapped into invisible layers of cotton wool. 

As little as the sounds seemed to reach my conscious mind though, as clear, almost exaggerated, was my awareness of the touches of the crowds.

The further we went, the tighter the crowds seemed to get. I felt the tickle of the majestic feathers against my cheeks as we were proceeding further and further onward into the night under a violet moon. All of a sudden the moon was gone and I found myself in a giant ball room that seemed to have jumped right out of the old movies about kings and queens that held court in medieval times. Alas, there was no sign of the expected splendor. The flags hung ragged and limp. The tapestry faded a and worn – and an air of decay covered the room like a layer of spider webs, invisible and unnoticed till you give a closer look or find yourself entangled in them. 

Ghostly – that was the word. The music had changed to pipes and flutes, but the harmonies were distorted and shrill. Nobody seemed to realize or care. Slowly out of breath I was still pushed and pulled along by the insane polonaise that the crowds were dancing like puppets on strings. What had been light and careless fun all of a sudden seemed to swap into hysteria and all my attempts to break free and pause for a moment were rewarded with hands holding me tight in my place in line, by giant beaks dangerously pointing my way and defeating my attempts of breaking from the chain.

Down a long corridor we danced, barely lit by candles that were discarding a flickering treacherous light. Black curtains veiled the windows and the outside world seemed to have disappeared, leaving the revelers stranded on an island of insanity and decadence. 

Faster and faster the colors whirled around me – leaving me breathless and without focus or orientation... till I stumbled. In a fit of panic I tried to grasp whatever came in my reach to steady myself, not sure if the milling crowds around would have even paused for a moment to let me get back onto my feet again. Nothing though – nothing that would support me, instead, malicious grins of those who realized I couldn't keep up the frenetic dance any longer.

Just when I fell, voicelessly screaming in silent horror, I was swept off my feet by one of the rainbow feathered birds and pulled out of the chain into a dark passage way. A few more steps and turns – and we were surrounded by silence.

Leaning against the wall, panting and shivering, my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. A sense of relief crept into my conscious mind and I turned to face my savior, intending to thank him. Behind the multicolored and elaborate masque I caught the sparkle of dark fiery eyes. And underneath the enameled beak seductive lips curled into a smile. 

"Hush, don't speak ... it is all right, you will see ... are you ok to follow me a little further?"

And without awaiting my answer or allowing me any display of hesitation he took my hand, pulling me further down the deserted dark corridor. When my eyes settled on this feather-clad hand holding mine, I for the first time realized that I too must be wearing a costume. So far I hadn't seemingly been standing out in any way. Was I a bird too? 

There – a reflection in a dull mirror that decorated the wall. Hadn't there been any mirrors before? I caught a glimpse of rainbow followed by a silvery-violet beam, reminding me of the moon outside under which I had entered the castle earlier. That was I – me – but not me… a distant me I was watching with delight – and then I was gone again.

My companion now pulled me into the shades of huge columns on a balcony, leading me to stand right at the edge. I felt him behind me, safely holding me tight, and placing a feather-gloved finger on my lips he forced me into silence and immobility. Below us I noticed an ocean of moving forms in all shades of the rainbow, but they were not dancing it seemed. The hysteric fast pace of the other chambers had made room for a more slow and sensual motion, like the giant waves on an oily ocean.

And then he whispered into my ear, pointing out little details I could see as if I was looking through a magnifying glass from our vantage point. A feathery hand sliding into a low cut dress, sliding the neckline lower and lower and displaying soft white flesh and a rosy nipple. And there lips meeting in a long and sensual kiss, tongues entwining and teasing, fighting a battle of sexes … or was it? As I looked closer I saw it were two women in an embrace as caring and loving as it could be. 

My body started to wiggle against my unknown guide, pushing and brushing against him but he whispered "No – watch! There is so much pleasure in watching them…" and he held me tight and secure, captured.

My eyes now focused on another couple. The feathered masks were still in place but below the feathers had been shed and two magnificent men were caressing each other. Strong male hands tenderly stroking little nipples as erect as any woman's would be, strong male hands kneading a muscular back and finally strong male hands closing around hard flesh that stood proud and erect. I felt my skin turn hot, watching so much explosive lust displayed in such an uninhibited manner. 

My head was turned another way and tingles, like an electric current, rushed through my veins. A woman was laying on her back, her hands and legs held apart by more feathered figures while more nude women were feasting on her deliciously curved body. Red lips sucking pink nipples, little velvety tongues delving into the depths of pink pussy lips, carefully manicured fingernails scratching and pinching soft white flesh, turning it into glowing shades of lively reds, causing the victim visible pleasure and no pain.

And in another corner there was a woman bent over, her mouth devouring a rock hard cock while another erect member assaulted her from behind, digging, tearing and pumping into her embracing flesh until white foamy spray covered the perfectly rounded ass cheeks.

Never had I thought that I could get pleasure by watching, by not being an participant – but how could I have been? I wanted to be each and every single one of the revelers below, share all the sensations they gave and got … impossible. But by watching from the dark shadows I could fly – become a part of the whole .. and drink in the wonderful details of each body – each caress – each embrace. 

My eyes focused on a darker corner, on the lovely image of half-clad maidens. One was sitting on a chair, her eyes closed in sheer delight while another was lifting her ample cleavage out of the costume and started to gently nibble the milky flesh until the ruby nipples bloomed like roses. The other one knelt in front of her and slowly started to lift the skirts and petticoats, following the raising hem line with little kisses up the ankles, the calves, the knee and further up to the inner thighs before she disappeared underneath, the only visible sign of her activities the dreamy face of the receiver of her attention. 

I felt my own juices flow, in my veins liquid fire was running, burning me to the core of my sexual self – but he forced me to watch, whispering to me about the pleasures to be seen, the pleasures displayed, shared for my pleasures by all below, the pleasure of the mental delights of sexuality as an enhancement to the physical sexual encounter. 

I realized that only by watching I could get pleasure this time since I was not there – only a dream without any physical body. So close to my own climax was I taken, merely by watching this display of love making, of mouths kissing, lips touching, hands caressing and fondling, tongues licking and teeth nibbling, fingers pinching, arms supporting, hearts beating, breaths labored and fast. Sweat glistening, silent moans uttered – my eyes, ears and mind the only sex organs I had myself, no skin and hands of my own.

As if a spell had been cast over me, my eyes then settled on a feather-masked man in a high-backed chair. He too was totally nude except for the feathered gloves and his mask, but I could feel his gaze on me. He knew I was watching and although I felt I should turn away and leave him alone in this intimate moment I couldn't. All my modesty and manners had vanished, had been carried away on the flowing torrent of lava that had replaced my blood. But as I looked closer at the mysterious bird-man I saw him smile at me, inviting, encouraging. And I was lost, lost in him showing me his pleasure. His feather clad hands slid over his shining muscular chest, circling his nipples. Slowly the rainbow feathers slid down over his torso, lazily starting to play with the curls of his ebony pubic hair. Behind me I heard my companion whisper: "Your look on him is like a caress – watch him. The more you enjoy the more he does…" and as if he wanted to confirm the whispered words the bird-man licked his lips as finally his hand closed around his massive cock, his eyes through the slits of the masque locked with mine in the shadows of the balcony. Slowly up and down he started to pump his hard rod and realization struck me with a shiver. This stranger was on purpose masturbating for me to watch. This knowledge alone was more of an aphrodisiac than I had thought possible – it was his wish to be seen, to be watched, to share into his pleasure from a distance but as intimate as could possibly be. 

The purple head of his cock vanished in a fist of rainbow plumage to reappear again, a glistening island bobbing in the waves of a feathery sea. Then I saw the sparkle underneath the mask vanish, he had closed his eyes now, abandoning himself to his pleasures in the knowledge I would watch him; tantalized – hypnotized. And then I could see his gorgeous body freeze for a second, that little heartbeat that speaks of the immanent eruption of the volcano of lust and pleasure. His eyes not were glowing under the mask as he forced me to share this moment of total abandon with him, and I felt myself lick my lips as his hot milky seed shot out and in thick globs fell back on his feather gloves, laying there like precious sparkling diamonds, a precious and generous reward for his efforts.

And then I felt it, the wave of a tremendous orgasm starting to wash over me, making my own breath speed up and become ragged, making my own hands shiver and shake, letting me feel all I saw below. I felt my knees give way and my body go limp and surrender to the intense sensations and emotions of an all engulfing climax. 

I leaned back into the secure and caring arms of my unknown companion – to find him gone and I fell, back, down into the colored swirl of costumes and bodies below. But they gave way and my dream land slowly vanished into the foggy embrace of reality… and left me panting, shaking and deeply satisfied in my bed under my caressing covers, yearning for more images to nurture my new found sexual organ – my eyes.



Masquerade



Music swirls around the room, colors flash before your eyes, and the hum of conversation is almost tangible against your skin. You clutch your drink tighter in your hand as couples twirl past on the dance floor, faces obscured by brightly colored masks, all sequins and feathers. You're at a Masquerade Ball, face covered by a striped Tiger mask, lithe body covered by a dress that shows off your every curve to its fullest advantage, and you're searching the crowd for me....

You recall the excitement of our arranging to meet, the suggestion of somewhere public, the thrill of finally being together there in the flesh. When you got dressed for the party, your hands were shaking so with excitement and anticipation, you could barely put on your makeup. The taxi ride here had your thighs pressing together in the vain hope to control the ache that has been building between them all night. Even now, the warmth radiating from your pussy is coursing through you, making the room far too warm. Now you're here and looking for some sign of me, eyes searching the ballroom of the stately house the Masquerade is being hosted at, but you can't see me. A Harlequin, a Crow, a Phantom, you search the passing masks for a hint or clue, but no one stands out. Beneath your mask, you bite your lip in frustrated desire, and wonder if this has been a waste of time and effort. Then , through the crowd, you feel a gaze so intense that your eyes lift, and meet a pair of blue eyes that are so focused on you, you may as well be the only other person in the room.

The eyes watching you, the heated gaze that seems to see through to the very center of you, is framed by a mask of a Wolf. The image fits the hungry gaze of the hunter that is drinking in the sight of you. You know that it's me. There is no doubt in your mind. You feel the clench of desire grip you, and you feel the wet rush of arousal as you grow damp, unable to break my gaze. The barest flick of my eyes indicates a staircase to the second floor, nearby to you, and you nod almost imperceptibly. You work your way through the crowd, reaching it long before I do, as I make my way past the dancers and milling guests. You walk upstairs and turn the corner, knowing that my eyes are watching you, and that I will follow. You walk through the empty corridors, lit only by the moonlight streaming through the windows. I am following you without haste, the muted sounds of my footsteps following you as you walk. You can feel my eyes on your back, and your skin warms beneath my gaze. You find an open door that lead into a bedroom, and step through into a large moonlit room. I follow you in, and close the door softly.

The majority of the room is taken up by a large, canopied, four post bed. The light from the windows is enough to see by, and adds a mysterious glow to the room. You turn to look at me, and by unspoken assent we say nothing, wanting to preserve the mystery, the sensuality of the moonlit moment. Then, with your eyes still taking in the sight of me, you reach behind your back, and slowly draw down the zip of your dress, sliding the straps off your shoulders, so that the material falls to the floor. As my suit starts to follow it, you unclasp your bra, and drop it to the floor, finally sliding your panties down and steeping out of them, leaving only your heels and your mask on your perfectly naked body. You wait till I am standing naked, a wolf masked form of smooth muscle and soft skin, my cock already erect and throbbing, before you turn to the bed, and take hold of one of the posts in both hands. You spread your legs, heels adding to your height, and look over your shoulder to where i am standing with a silent gasp on my lips. 

I walk over to where you stand, bent over and eager for me. You feel the first touch of my hand on the curve of your ass, and it sends an intense shiver of pleasure through you. You stifle the moan that tried to escape your lips, as you feel yourself grow even wetter with want. I move behind you, and in your heels you are perfectly positioned for me. You feel the warmth of my cock on your lips the moment before it touches you, sliding slowly into your wet pussy, pressing past the resistance, till it pushes through and you feel my cock slip inside you. This time there is no stifling the moan that escapes your kips, and your hands clutch at the bedpost, gripping it tightly as I fill you completely. My hands, warm and strong, take hold of your hips, and I start to thrust into you, a slow rhythm that is as old as time, as natural as breathing. You rock your hips back unconsciously as I thrust forward, and together we start to make love, soft, silent, and yet intensely erotic.

Your pussy is so wet with desire that my cock slides into you effortlessly, despite how deliciously tightly you surround me with your muscles. My fingers mark your skin as they grip you, pulling you back onto each thrust, driving my cock deeper into you than before. In the moonlight, in the silence broken by nothing but the sounds of our bodies meeting, our lovemaking takes on an almost ritual, sacred feel. The masks on our faces add to the illusion, and as Tiger and Wolf come together, our minds react accordingly. A low, almost feral growl from your lips is the first sign, and it resonates through your body to mine, stirring the same emotion in me. My fingers tighten on your hips again, but more roughly this time, and my thrusting cock starts to penetrate you increasingly hard. Feeling me start to take you more roughly encourages you, and the next growl from your throat is a full fledged, primal growl of desire and need. You start to drive your hips back onto my thrusting cock, hands not leaving the post, feeling the wetness of your arousal on your thighs as I take you. My own growl follows my nails as they claw down the smooth skin of your back, leaving vivid red lines down your moonlit flesh. Your back arches beneath my hand, and i feel the tightening of your warmth around my cock as you start to cum, whimpers of pleasure mixing with your growls of want. 

The feeling of you cumming around my hard cock is amazing, and I want to feel it again. I don't stop thrusting, taking the rush of your first orgasm, and using it to take you further along the path of pleasure. The power of my thrusts is rocking your body now, as I bury my cock deep within you, sliding into your pussy so easily, loving the way you arch and gasp as each hard penetration. I feel you starting to shiver, arch, and a second orgasm rocks your body, your cry of pleasure echoing in the empty room. I love the way you cum, shivering and arching, and I take my pleasure in yours, bringing you to the edge over and over.

This time is different. I feel the orgasm building slowly within you, a gradual tightening of muscles, an increase in your breathing, your very energy itself building towards what promises to be your most intense orgasm yet. I know I will not be able to resist the sensation of this orgasm, and so we couple hard, taking every ounce of pleasure from each other, feelings building, hearts racing and bodies writhing till suddenly you arch, gasp, clutch at the bedpost frantically and scream your climax into the moonlight as you cum in an earth shattering orgasm. You tighten and thrust back onto my cock so hard as you cum that I am helpless to resist, and my hands bruise your skin as they pull your hips to me, and with a final deep thrust I climax and cum inside you, pulsing and throbbing as you feel me shoot my cum deep into you. When we have slowed to small shivers and aftershocks of pleasure, I slowly slide my cock from within you, and we collapse on the bed, touching each other as we lie in the moonlight, Tiger and Wolf, lost in bliss and afterglow.



Masquerade



Stephanie and Tina had known each other since high school. They had shared life's journey together. The first loves, the crazy university years, climbing the career ladder at the same company and eventually marriage and children. Those that knew them best would swear they were sister's, despite their physical differences.

Stephanie had classic Mediterranean features, long dark hair, olive skin, dark smouldering eyes and fairly tall. Tina, on the other hand was fair, brunette and green eyes that you could swim in. 

It was a typical day at work for them both, battling deadlines and IT system issues. It was just before lunchtime Stephanie stood up, stretched and looked over the partition to Tina.

"Tina, did you see the staff Christmas party email?" she asked.

Tina's fingers rattled across her keyboard, "Um, yeah." she mumbled.

"Did you see how much partner's tickets are going to be?"

Tina's typing stopped and she looked up. 

"Yes!" she exclaimed, "One hundred and fifty dollars!"

"Well, it is a black tie masquerade ball at The Ivy in town."

Tina stood up, grimaced at her computer screen, "I suppose, let's get lunch. That fool in IT is annoying me!"

Picking up their handbags, they headed to local food hall and grabbed a sandwich. Navigating through the already crowded food hall they found some seats.

"Tina, you know this Christmas party?" Stephanie asked tentatively.

"Yes?" Tina replied, between mouthfuls of sandwich.

"I was thinking," she paused, considering her words carefully.

Tina's attention was now fully on Stephanie, watching her as she choose her words.

"I was thinking, maybe we get the guys to babysit the kids. Get them a case of beer that will keep them happy. And maybe we could pool the money from not taking them to the ball and stay in town for the night. What do you think?" she asked.

"Well, you have been thinking!" said Tina with a smirk.

"Just a little." admitted Stephanie.

"Okay, I will talk to hubby tonight and give you call." Tina said winking.

"Guess, I better dust off the little black dress." she added with grin.

Finishing up their lunch, they headed back to the office and continued battling the deadlines.

Later that evening, Stephanie was busy getting her children ready for bed when she heard the phone ring.

"Steph, Tina for you!" her husband called out.

"Dylan, I am with the kids!! Can you come and do story time?" she called.

Dylan wandered into the kid's room and passed Stephanie the phone. 

"Hey Tina! Talk to hubby?" she asked excitedly.

"Yes. Yes, I did. We are a go for Plan Girlie Night Out!" said Tina.

Stephanie punched the air in excitement, "That is great, Tina!"

"I know! I am so excited! I have to go Steph, sounds like one of kids is trying to flood the bathroom!" Tina hurriedly said.

"Go, will talk about it at work! Good Luck!"

"Thanks, Steph. See you tomorrow!"

The next day at work Stephanie and Tina organised the Christmas party tickets for themselves and decided on a nearby hotel. Choosing an executive suite as a little Christmas present to themselves. Before settling into sorting through their emails from overnight.

Tina suddenly grumped, "That fool in IT is going to be the death of me!"

Stephanie smiled and got on with the day, quietly glad she wasn't going to on the receiving end of one of Tina's emails.

The day of the Christmas Masquerade Ball arrived, Stephanie and Tina arranged for their husbands to drop them at work with their outfits and overnight bags. Like woman possessed they ploughed through the day's work in their usual efficient manner. Both them noticing around midday a steady stream of people leaving the office with waves of, "See you at party!" By 3pm the office was practically deserted and neither had received a phone call or email for about thirty minutes. Their boss wandered over with her own handbag and outfit;

"Okay girls! See you at the party!" she said before heading for the exit.

Taking their cue, Stephanie and Tina signed off their workstations, grabbed their bags and walked to the exit. Hailing a taxi outside the office, they were soon checking in at hotel they had chosen. Excitedly, they headed to their appointed suite. 

Tina opened the door and walked in, "Oh my god! Steph this place is bigger than that dodgy apartment we stayed at near the uni!"

Stephanie threw herself on one the large king sized beds, crying "Dibs!", as she flew through the air.

Tina laughed at her friends' behaviour.

"They are the same size dopey!" as she launched herself into the air and landed on her bed.

Stephanie looked at her watch, "We have a couple of hours to get kill and get ready. Fancy some room service? Maybe a bottle of bubbles?"

"Wouldn't be a Girl's Night Out without bubbles now would it?" Tina replied.

Stephanie reached over for the menu and grabbed the phone, ordering the room service. Tina flicked on the TV and surfed through the channels until she found a music channel. Getting off the bed, Tina started getting organised for the evening's festivities. Stephanie finished the call and started getting organised as well.

"Tina, I have something for you." Stephane said carefully pulling a package out of her bag.

"What is it?" Tina asked walking over.

Stephanie carefully opened the package, "You know how I have cousins in Venice?"

"Yes."

"Well, I asked them to send over a couple of masks. Here is yours!" Stephanie smiled as she passed an intricately painted mask to Tina.

"Wow that is amazing! Thanks Steph!" said Tina throwing her arms around Stephanie and giving her a hug.

There was a knock at the door as the room service arrived. Stephanie and Tina broke their hug and spent the rest of the late afternoon eating, drinking and getting ready. 

Arriving at the Ball, Stephanie and Tina soon found themselves at the centre of the party. With their Venetian masks and little black dresses, they rarely had an empty drink long. Both found that the masks allowed them a certain amount of leeway in their interactions with the other party goers. Both male and female party goers made advances on the pair. As the night drew to a close Stephanie and Tina staggered back to their hotel suite. 

Stephanie again launched herself onto the bed, this time her landing wasn't as gracefully as earlier.

Tina again laughed, shaking her head.

"Steph, fancy a nightcap?" Tina asked, as she watched her friend crawl about the bed looking for a high heel shoe that had gone flying.

"Sure, why not? More bubbles please!" cried Stephanie as she waved her lost high heel above her head.

Tina picked up the phone and ordered up some sparkling wine, while she flicked the TV back onto the music channel that was now playing all night party music. With music going they started to dance around the room, laughing and carrying on. The room service waiter was quite surprised when he was met at the door by pair of masked, slightly raucous females. Dispensing with glasses Stephanie and Tina passed the bottle between them and kept dancing. 

Taking the sparkling wine Tina sat down on the end of the bed and watched while Stephanie continued to dance. Katy Perry "I Kissed a Girl" started playing on the TV.

As she watched her friend dance Tina, suddenly felt flushed and blurted out, "Steph, have you ever kissed a girl?"

Stephanie mimicked the words for the song, "Yes, I kissed a girl and I liked it!"

Tina flicked off the TV, a sudden silence descended on the room, as Stephanie spun around and faced Tina. The realisation of her admission settled across the room.

"You have kissed a girl?" Tina asked again.

"Yes and I liked it!" Stephanie replied almost defiant, her eyes flaring behind the mask.

Tina mouth dropped open, her mind trying to comprehend what she had she had just heard.

Stephanie softened her look, "Tina, I have been bisexual since uni."

Tina took a swig from the bottle of wine, her mind reeling from the information she had just received. Underneath it all she had the recurring thought, "Why didn't she kiss me?"

"Does Dylan know?" Tina asked quietly.

"Of course, haven't you ever wondered why the kids spend so much time with my parents? Dylan and I are playing together with other women."

Still the thought, "Why didn't she kiss me?" keep coming to the front of Tina's mind.

Tina's thought finally found its voice, "Why didn't you want to kiss me?" she asked in a whisper.

Stephanie looked down at her friend, "Because I didn't want to lose you as a friend."

"You wouldn't have!", Tina replied.

Stephanie straighten up, reaching behind herself she unzipped her little black dress, letting it fall to the floor. Tina looked at her friend standing before her. Her full breasts barely contained by her black strapless bra, her smooth olive skin seeming to glisten, black lace panties, suspenders and stocking completing the outfit. Tina reached out running her hand down Stephanie's smooth stomach, her hand jerking away as it passed over the suspender belt. Tina reached out again, this time her hand didn't jerk away as it trailed down, Tina felt the warmth emanating from between Stephanie's legs. 

"Would you like to kiss a girl Tina?" Stephanie asked.

Tina nodded, leaning forward Stephanie placed her hand on Tina's cheek, her lips brushing over Tina's. Tina gasped as her body surged with pleasure. 

Stephanie pulled back a little, "Would you like more?"

Tina nodded again. Stephanie placed her lips fully on Tina's lips and Stephanie's tongue darted out searching. Tina responded her hand reached up around Stephanie's neck, their kiss now deep and passionate. Stephanie pulled away again and stood up. She released the front clasp of her bra. Her bra joined the little black dress on the floor. Stephanie held out her hand to Tina, taking it Tina stood up. Tina couldn't help but look at Stephanie breasts mounted with two dark erect nipples.

Stephanie gently turned Tina around and helped her out of her dress, it too joining the discarded clothing on the floor. Tina felt Stephanie step up close behind her. She felt Stephanie's breasts press against her back. Tina dropped her head back as Stephanie embraced her, Stephanie kissed her neck. Her hands cupped Tina's breasts, teasing at her nipples through the lace of her bra. Tina sighed in pleasure. Tina could feel a hand move down over her stomach, down between her legs, a palm pressed against her labia. 

Stephanie gently propelled Tina forward, pushing her onto the bed. Tina crawled onto the bed and turned around to face Stephanie, her legs opening up naturally. Tina watched as Stephanie stripped off her panties, a landing strip of hair above her pussy. Stephanie looked back at Tina, her hand running up her body, brushing over a breast before she traced her fingertip across her bottom lip. She joined Tina on the bed. Kneeling between her legs she ran her hands down Tina's inner thighs. Tina closed her eyes as waves of pleasure cascaded over her. Tina felt Stephanie's long hair brush against her skin as she moved her head further down between Tina's legs. Tina could feel her long held secret desires for Stephanie being unleashed. She wanted Stephanie to teach her, to pleasure her, to show her what she had been missing all these years.

Tina opened her eyes and saw Stephanie push her panties to the side and felt her moist pussy being gently opened by her fingertips. Stephanie lifted her eyes to Tina, her tongue circling Tina's clit, a finger sliding inside. Tina let out a sigh of pleasure and continued to watch Stephanie pleasure her. 

Stephanie lifted her head momentarily, "Are you enjoying yourself? Do you want to go further?"

Tina just nodded and smiled as Stephanie lowered her head again and slid a second finger inside her. Stephanie's mouth now fully over her clit, sucking and teasing with her tongue, fingers working in and out. Stephanie moved her kisses up Tina's body, her fingers still probing deep inside her. Tina pulled her bra to the side freeing a breast allowing Stephanie to suck on her nipple. Tina could feel an orgasm tantalisingly close to the surface. She had never gotten so close so quickly. She willed herself to hold on, her body betraying her, as her back arched and her pussy pulsed around Stephanie's fingers.

Stephanie looked at Tina, "That was quick!" she said smiling.

Tina smiled weakly, her body still surging with little jolts of pleasure.

"I don't like being left behind!" Stephanie said pouting.

"Sorry."

"I am sure we can work something out!" Stephanie said as she straddled Tina's body and moved her pussy towards Tina's face.

Tina lifted her head and ran her tongue the length of Stephanie slit. 

Stephanie let out a gentle moan, "Are you sure you haven't done this before? You are a natural!"

Tina smiled and parting the lips of Stephanie's pussy with her fingers she let her tongue dart in and out. Stephanie squirmed in pleasure her mouth back on Tina's soaking pussy. Their passion now fully alight, Stephanie and Tina sucked and tongued each other. Their bodies writhing together, moans and sighs of pleasure the only sounds heard. Stephanie pushed her hips down wanting more of Tina's tongue. Their movements became more lustful, their breathing short and gasping. 

"Oh Tina!" Stephanie moaned when she felt Tina suck on her clit. 

Stephanie's body jarring as her orgasm took hold. She rubbed Tina's clit frantically, Tina gasped in pleasure as her second orgasm seemed to fire every pleasure centre in her body.

Stephanie rolled off Tina and lay panting next to her, she looked over at the bedside clock.

"Lucky we have late checkout!" said Stephanie.

Tina leaned over to Stephanie and giving her a passionate kiss, simply nodded.



Masquerade



Jude and Annie drunkenly stumbled up the hotel stairs, frantically in search of a private area. Unable to keep their hands off each other, Jude spotted a bedroom door that had been accidentally left ajar. The two snuck inside and shut the door, locking it behind them. Still donning their masks, Jude, with a heavy hand, pushed Annie on to the bed. Landing on her back, she immediately rolled over on to her stomach, and pushed her bottom into the air. Facing the door, she remained on all fours whilst Jude hitched up her dress, revealing black stockings and a black lace thong.

Standing behind her, Jude crouched down and pulling her underwear to one side, began licking her. She moaned heavily, already wet with excitement. Grabbing her hips, Jude pulled her into his mouth. He stroked her with his tongue harder and faster. Teasing her, Jude placed his tongue at the very top of her clit and ran it slowly down. He brought his tongue up and round and just graced her asshole. He'd never done this before and it was making Annie moan louder and more intensely.

Looking up from the bed Annie noticed the lock turning on the bedroom door. The handle came down and a gentleman from the party entered his room. Noticing the intruders on his bed he froze with bemusement. Jude, oblivious to the stranger's entrance continued to pleasure Annie. Standing there stunned, the stranger noticed Annie's eyes were fixated on him. Breathing heavily, her masked stare gazed through his mask and into his eyes. She was unable to tell much about him. Wearing a black eye mask and tuxedo, he appeared to be in his mid-thirties. He was tall, slim and clean shaven. He couldn't stop looking at her, and the excitement of being watched was bringing her close to orgasm. Her moans got louder, and the stranger, realising the bedroom door was fully open, stepped further into the room and closed the door behind him.

Alerting him to his presence, Jude immediately paused in a panic and stood up to face the mysterious visitor. The room was silent. Annie, still on all fours and on the brink of coming, slowed down her breathing to a heavy pant. Her eyes still focused on their guest. No one moved. No one said a word. Annie's mind (full of liquor) was racing with insane fanciful thoughts, and she nearly came instantly as she felt Jude's finger lightly caress her. His mind (also in a haze of drunk spontaneity) had gone to the same place. He continued to stroke his wife.

Annie grabbed Jude's hand, firmly holding it in place, insisting he didn't stop. Using two fingers Jude continued to rub her pussy. Still looking forward, Annie could tell, despite his lack of emotion, the stranger was more than intrigued. Unable to tear his gaze away from her, he stood stationary, watching her being pleasured. Without even thinking Annie blew him a kiss. She noticed him smile. She began licking her lips and with her eyes, motioned for him to come up. He didn't move.

Jude, well aware of the developing situation, returned his tongue to Annie and continued to go down on her. Still beckoning the masked visitor over with her eyes, Annie pulled her dress down over her breasts, revealing her black lace bra to him. Running her fingers around her chest and inside the bra, she teased him playfully. She had now been completely overcome by alcohol and lust, and had disregarded any inhibitions she may have once felt.

Responding to Annie's invitation, the stranger cautiously made his way towards the bed. Now stood inches away from her, Annie could see through his suit pants that he was already hard. Grabbing Annie's ass, Jude pulled himself up and was now standing behind her. Taking down his pants, he began rubbing his cock up and down her wet pussy. The sensation felt amazing, and Annie again felt herself nearing an orgasm. Similarly as he did with his tongue, Jude began stroking her pussy with his hard cock from top to bottom and using the tip to tease her asshole. The foreplay was becoming too much and Annie was getting desperate to be fucked. Putting her hand behind herself, she grabbed Jude's cock in an effort to get things going. He playfully teased her by resisting. Getting anxious, she turned to him with an inpatient and frustrated look on her face. Jude motioned towards the visitor and Annie's eyes lit up. Turning back to face him, she starred up and whispered, "Closer".

Shuffling his crotch further into her face, Annie, unbuttoned him and pulled down his zip. Reaching inside she slid down his pants and boxers and ran her fingers over his erect cock. No one in the room had experienced a situation quite like this before. It was clear to see the stranger was turned on. His cock was literally throbbing with anticipation. Running her tongue over her lips, Annie opened her mouth. Just as the tip of her tongue touched his cock, Jude entered her and began fucking her harder than she had ever been fucked before.

She began furiously sucking on the visitor's cock, her moans muffled by the load in her mouth. Grabbing his waist she pulled him in deeper. Jude began fiercely spanking her whilst their frenzied fucking caused the bed to bounce uncontrollably. Annie could feel herself about to come. Unable to contain her screams, she took her head up from the visitors cock and continued to beat him off with her hand. As her body began to spasm, Jude slowed the pace and gave her a series of incredibly hard but slow thrusts.

Slowly kneeling up on the bed, Annie realised she still had two men at her disposal. Reaching up and pulling the visitor towards herself she began passionately kissing him, and pushed him onto the bed. As the stranger lay they, Annie mounted him and shuffled her knees up to his head. Not sat on his face, he worked his tongue around her underwear and began pleasuring her clit. Standing over them, Jude leaned in and began intensely making out with her. She grabbed his cock and began jerking him off, eventually taking him in her mouth. The sensation of sucking off her husband whilst being orally pleasured was almost too much for her to handle and she was very close to orgasm for a second time.

With his cock in her mouth, Jude began to slowly walk to the left, her head following. Kneeling on to the bed, Jude continued to circle around her, causing her to turn around on the visitors face. She was now in a 69 position with the stranger, still sucking off Jude. Gently removing himself, Jude placed his hand on her head, encouraging her to continue with the visitor. Now locked in a heated 69, the visitor and Annie began moaning loudly. Stepping off the bed, Jude stood behind Annie, and began running his finger down her back and caressing her ass. Annie tingled, and loudly gasped as Jude placed his little finger into her ass. She began grinding his finger, as the visitor licked her.

Returning to the foot of the bed, Jude stood over Annie and the stranger, still locked in a 69 embrace. He roughly grabbed her hair, pulled her mouth off his cock and began dragging her down his body. As she shuffled her pussy off his face, Jude pulled her over his chest and hips and onto his cock. Now in a reverse cowgirl position, Annie began riding the strangers cock and again took Jude in her mouth. The stranger ran his hands all over her back and ass and Jude, pulled down the front of her dress and ripped off her bra. He cupped her exposed breasts as they began bouncing in sync with the bed.

Annie could feel the strangers cock growing bigger and bigger inside her.

"Shit! I'm going to come!" he cried out.

Annie quickly hopped off him, turned around and began blowing him. Jude continued to fuck her from behind as the stranger lay back on the bed, his cock exploding in her mouth. Just at the point of the visitor's orgasm, Jude pulled out and slipped his cock into Annie's ass. He came instantaneously inside her.

Hurriedly, Jude and Annie got dressed and briskly exited the room. The stranger lay on the bed, exhausted and confused in his empty room. After a minute or so, Annie walked back in the room, and standing over him, removed her thong from under her dress. Stepping out of her underwear she leaned in to give the stranger a final kiss. She stood up, placed her underwear in his mouth and slowly walked out, lifting up her dress to give the stranger one last look at her legs and ass.



Masquerade



You walk into the nightclub with your friends smiling at the people wearing their costumes and masks. You forgo the Mardi Gras costume deciding to just wear jeans and a long sleeve shirt. You walk up to the bar and order a beer then go sit at a table with your friends. The music is playing and you smile enjoying the festive atmosphere. It doesn't take long and you are on your third beer and you suddenly feel as if someone is watching you.

"Hey Anthony where are you headed?" your buddy Ross yells over the table at you.

"I will be right back just need to hit the bathroom," you say with a large grin on your face.

You look around as you walk across the bar but don't see anyone you recognize. Everyone has on a costume or mask but no one seems to be watching you. Feeling as though someone is still staring you feel the hair on the back of your neck slightly raise. You walk into the bathroom and slowly walk up to the urinal. Slowly you unzip your pants to relieve yourself and you hear the door opening behind you.

Not paying attention you continue until you feel a warm body come press up against you. Suddenly you hear a soft voice whispering to you to keep looking straight ahead and you feel the person behind you place a blindfold over your eyes. You start to resist but the female form presses up against you rubbing suggestively and your body begins to relax. 

After you are blindfolded she leads you to a stall and slowly pushes you down onto the toilet seat. Slowly she straddles your legs...sliding her body up and down against yours. Her soft perfumed body touching you and her scent filling your head. You wonder who this mysterious woman is and your body starts to become aroused. She leans forward taking your bottom lip and gently sucking on it as she slowly teases your mouth with her soft wet tongue. Softly swirling her tongue around yours until you gently probe her mouth and she sucks your tongue deeply.

You feel her hands sliding along your chest and shoulders and you begin to slide your hand along her body realizing she is wearing only a small top and short skirt. Her legs are covered in silky hose as you slowly slide your hand up and down the length of her legs. Slowly your fingertips lift up her skirt finding her crotchless pantyhose. 

Gently running your fingers back and forth you feel her moisture beginning to seep out from her slick pussy lips which gently protrude from the crotchless hose. Smiling you feel her hand touching close to yours and you realize her fingers are stroking herself. Then suddenly you feel a fingertip pressed to your lips and you smell her soft musky scent as she rubs her slick fingertip across your bottom lip. 

Smiling you slowly suck her index finger into your mouth tasting her sweet taste. Quietly she stands up and you hear material moving and then she guides your hands to her chest where she has removed her top. You begin to massage and touch her soft full breasts. Her nipples become erect and you gently rub them back and forth slowly teasing her until they are hard and standing at attention. Leaning forward you pull her into your arms and gently take one nipple into your mouth with long sensuous licks from your tongue. Then slowly you suckle her teasing and tasting her.

Her slender fingertips slide down into your gel coated hair caressing you pulling you closer as you tease her. Slowly you lick to the other nipple giving it the same attention. Then your mouth slides down between her breasts your tongue darting out to lick sensuously down to her bellybutton. Your tongue rimming softly around the edges then your tongue darts inside teasing.

Reaching behind her you begin to unzip her short skirt sliding it down over her full hips. You feel her wiggle softly side to side as your hands caress her hips. Slowly you peel the panty hose down over her hips, thighs, knees, and then slowly remove it from each foot. Still unable to tell who your mystery woman is but too aroused to stop you continue. 

Suddenly she pulls you to standing and she slowly climbs up on top of the toilet seat and slowly lifts one leg to the side resting on the stall wall. You walk close to her nibbling down her belly your hand slowly caressing up and down her thighs. The soft skin trembles as you slide it slowly between her legs. Your finger tips gently rub back and forth spreading her slick juices across her full pussy lips.

Loving her taste you lean forward kissing softly around her mound then slowly spreading her pussy lips you gently begin long slow strokes back and forth. Teasing the soft little clit until it begins to swell and harden under your tongue . Smiling as she begins to softly moan you suckle her clit into your mouth teasing as her hips begin to writhe side to side and you smile as her juices begin flowing down onto your cheeks.

Your tongue traces around her pussy lips slowly sucking them into your mouth as one finger begins to gently stroke and probe . Slowly you press a second finger inside her tight pussy and you smile as she begins to thrust down against your hand. Moving faster and faster until you feel her beginning to climax. Slowly she climbs down kneeling before you slipping your jeans down to your knees.

Reaching out for your now swollen cock she wraps her small soft fingers around encircling your cock. Her fingertips begin to tighten as she slowly begins to stroke you up and down in long slow strokes. You hear a groan and realize it is your voice. You feel soft velvet smooth lips and tongue softly flick across the tip of your cock then slowly engulf your cockhead taking you inside her warm wet mouth. 

Your mystery lady begins sucking you into her mouth as she rhythmically strokes your cock sliding your foreskin slowly up and down over your cockhead. You feel her moving faster and faster as her other hand slowly cups your balls gently squeezing them. Slowly she pushes you back down until you are sitting and you once again smell her soft floral fragrance as she straddles your hips.

You feel her holding your erect cock and gently rubbing back and forth across her slick pussy lips gently spreading them as you move against her. You feel her slowly spreading her pussy lips and you hold her hips to steady her as you feel her pressing down slowly only an inch of your hard cock inside her slick tight pussy lips

You want to thrust up hard but she holds you back...feeling your heart racing as your cock is throbbing just inside her tight pussy. Slowly she lowers another inch. She leans forward licking her tongue across your lips. Then softly kissing down along your neck her soft breath and tongue teasing your skin. She nibbles to the edge of your earlobe gently biting it. You hear her whisper......

"What do you want?"

"More," you groan softly...

"What?" she asks you and you notice her sexy laugh.

"More," you groan louder.

You suddenly feel another inch of your throbbing cock is inside her tight dripping pussy. You feel your heart beating hard against your chest her soft lips teasing your earlobe and her soft breasts pressed up against your chest .

"What do you want now?"

Feeling your control slipping...you grab her hips tighter.

"MORE,"... you yell out loud as you hold her hips as you pull her down completely thrusting up into her tight pussy holding her close against you as you bury yourself inside her. Your body out of control begins to thrust harder and harder and you feel her legs lift and wrap around your waist as you drive up inside her tight sheath.

Panting hard you feel her sharp teeth biting your neck and you thrust harder lifting up and pushing her against the edge of the bathroom wall. Holding her there with her back rubbing up and down the wall as you thrust faster and faster. Your groans of passion mixing with the soft mewling sound of her as she gets closer and closer to her climax.

Holding her tight you reach for her face holding her still as you possess her mouth kissing her deeply as you feel her pussy tightening and relaxing rapidly around your cock as she begins to climax. Groaning loudly as your balls tighten you thrust deep one last time your cock exploding inside her tight pussy filling her with your cum.

Sliding your hands around her hips you try to catch your breath as your cock continues to throb deep inside her pulsing pussy. Slowly you softly kiss her lips and lift her guiding her back to the ground. You start to untie the blindfold but he puts a fingertip to your lips.

"Shhhhhhhh no peaking Tony," she whispers into your ear as you finish pulling up your jeans and putting on your long sleeve tunic.

"Who are you?" you call out to her. There is no reply though only the sound of her high heels clicking on the floor as she quickly moves to the bathroom door. 

You undo the blindfold trying to see her before she can leave. Quickly opening the bathroom door and walking out into the you look around but no one seems out of place. You are not even sure what you are looking for since you never saw her.

You walk back to your table and your friends smile and raise their beers to you. Teasing you for being gone so long in the bathroom. You just smile and take a drink of your beer. Then suddenly a fragrance of soft floral flowers reaches your nose.

Her scent you realize and you quickly turn your head around. But all you see are people in their Mardi Gras costumes and you just smile. Knowing she is there...somewhere...watching you...and waiting until next time. Tony enjoys a private Mardi Gras party.



Masquerade



MASQUERADE – AN EMAIL SEDUCTION
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Date 01/05/2002 00:08
From:  MamaCarla
To:  MaskedAvenger
Subject: Tangling With The Man

Hey, Masked!  Tangling With The Man was some story! It got me wet behind the ears, mind if it I show it to my boyfriend?? He could use a lift, if you get my meaning!

Smoochahchas, Mama.


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Date 01/06/2002 01:15
From:  MamaCarla
To:  MaskedAvenger
Subject: Tangling With The Man

Hey Masked, just wanted to say thanx again for that story.  Still haven’t let my boyfriend see it, yet.  I’ve printed it out for him but gee, it’s getting a little crumpled up now not to mention damp, I gotta go print another copy!

Hugz, yo Mama.



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Date 01/07/2002 01:18
From:  MamaCarla
To:  MaskedAvenger
Subject: Tangling With The Man

Masked,  I didn’t get what U said in yr last post:
/QUOTE
HEY MAMA I WROTE IT FOR YOU AND YOUR BIG HEARED POSSIE IN BAYONNE
/QUOTE
I guess you meant BIG HEARTED POSSE, rite? Cos we got BIG HAIRY PUSSY down here in NJ too! ;-0
And you
Hugs, M.


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Date 01/08/2002 00:24
From:  MamaCarla
To:  MaskedAvenger
Subject: Re:U MAKE ME HOT

Mr Masquito,
I’m gonna give you wot you deserve, you BAD, BAD bandito, after that last mail.
SHAME ON YOU!  Cum down here and I’ll show you something! Yes you! On your knees! U like that don’t you!

Jus’  Kiddin, we be PLATONIC frenz, rite??



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Date 01/09/2002 00:48
From:  MamaCarla
To:  MaskedAvenger
Subject: Re:WOT ARE U WEARING

Ok, Mr Wetness:  Check dis, I hope you cum all ova your keyboard while u read:

Mr Masked Avenger, I’m thinking of you right now.  I’m sliding from my chair.
Oh, SORRY. You want to know what I’m wearing, don’t  you?
Well, let’s start from the top:  I have on a little black tee-shirt, hugging my big 38DD (no foolin!)  knockers so tight they’re bustin out of the deep vee.  Put your head nearer, honey,  that’s right.  A little closer.
Can you see that BLUE brassiere down there?, here, let me take this tee shirt off, you’ll get a better view.
There that’s better. Go on, take a look.  Don’t be shy. That’s Paris shit, my boy, two hundred bucks of pure silk and lace.  Watch my chest B-R-E-A-T-H-E, in, out, rising, falling, rising falling.  Are you getting a little, ahm, warmer? Gooood.
Can you smell that perfume, honey? Better not sniff TOO deep, or you’ll be my slave forever. Oh-Oh, too late.  Come here, that’s right, put your head on them. Soft, ain’t they? 
My brown hands hold you, push you down, HARD into them. Excuse me? I hear your groans, Masquito, but they’re kind of muffled.  Did you say “please stop” or “please don’t stop”?  I’ll assume the latter.

Like my black skin do you hon? , smooth as black velvet.  Mmmm.  Now you can get a good look at them 38DDs:  Here, let me just unhook that brassiere.  Don’t you DARE cum yet, we’re only starting, there’s a LONG ways to go.

So long, Yo mama.



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Date 01/09/2002 23:20
From:  MamaCarla
To:  MaskedAvenger
Subject: Re:MAMA YOU GET THE OSCAR 

Oh Masked, you NAUGHTY boy, using my Oscar award like that!  Now I’m going to have to win best actress ALL OVER AGAIN!
So. Now you let me know what YOU look like, and what you like to do to yourself, 
I can get right down to the nitty gritty.  And don’t think I won’t.

So there you are, my little Oirish Man,  with your cool gray eyes and your cool gray hair.  So sorry you lost that fight and got your nose broke. And now it’s all twisted.  Come here you POOR thing, let me see if I can think of way to STRAIGHTEN it out for you. 
My, you ARE hairy! Oh, that tickles.  Stand back, that’s it. It’s time for Mama to get DIRTY on herself:
I’ll mail you in TEN MINUTES, don’t go away…Better make it FIFTEEN…


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Date 01/10/2002 00:24
From:  MamaCarla
To:  MaskedAvenger
Subject: MY POONANNY 

Sorry, Masked,  that took a little longer than I thought! 
Just to keep the mood up, I’ll use the present tense, even though, my Irish boxer, it all happened a half-hour ago.

Well, let me see, where did I leave you? Oh yeah, I took off that tee shirt, there it is on the floor, and the brassiere too.  So you can see what your Carla is made of.  That’s right, baby, they’re all yours.  Look, I can lick them.  Mmmm, nice and wet. Come to me. Come, baby, suck them. Oh, that’s so GOOD… You’re lips are on me now.. Oh my God… Oh my, you’re so strong,  lifting a big woman like me.  Oh,  so strong, so gentle and strong…you put me down like a precious doll so I can undress.

Well, isn’t this your LUCKY day!  I’m wearing that tight little red leather skirt you like. No, honey, no tights, that’s my legs you’re looking at. Darker than dark chocolate but oh, so much sweeter.  Nice and strong.  Yes, honey, you may be a boxer, but I bet you can’t get out of the headlock those legs could give you.  What, you want to try? Not yet baby, I’ve got a little job for you first.

I’m undoing the zipper. See, it just falls down around my feet. I’m stepping out, one, two.  Oops,  I forgot to wear panties today! How silly!  Just look how SILLY I am! That’s it, kneel down here, so you can see how silly my poonanny looks.
You say you want to feel  it? Speak up, Maskie,  I can’t hear you.  Here, let me guide your fingers.  Ohhh, gently now. That’s it. Niiiice and slow. Higher. Nice and warm, isn’t it.  That’s it, just right!! OhMyGod, don’t stop now, mmmmm…
Oh, baby.  Mmmm. Smell your fingers.  That’s MamaJuice. Doesn’t that smell good?

You know what I’ll let you do next time, don’t you? That’s right, Mr Light-heavyweight,  I want you inside me…next time… okay?

XXX MamaC.



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Date 01/10/2002 23:05
From:  MamaCarla
To:  MaskedAvenger
Subject: Re:MY DICK IS COMING TO GIT YA.

You’re in a hurry today, aren’t you sweetie.  I hope you haven’t exhausted youself.  Judging by your last mail, I think you’ve may still have a just little juice left…Well chill, my love, we’re taking it nice and S-L-O-O-W tonight.

Oh my, what’s that in your hand, it looks a little sore.. here, let me rub it for you.. Hey the swelling doesn’t seem to be going down.  Shall Mama kiss it better, hmm?
Oh boy, my favorite flavour, Irish Whisky!  Mmm, just relax, I’m sucking you off slowly. Up, down, up, down, my teeth around your bell, oh, was that too hard, I’M sorry. What’s that,  are you getting close, let me wipe that off for you.
Here, I’ll stand.. Oh you’re so TALL, Wait I have a footstool here.. There, In you go, oh! That’s deep, you’re turning me INSIDE OUT, baby!! Not too fast, slowly, slowly. Let me twist THIS-away, THAT-away.  OhMyGosh, baby I love you, I love you…

Fuck, Mask,  we gotta meet for real.  Here’s my phone number, CALL me. Don’t be scared.  I love you.

Carla



Masquerade



Michelle and John were still at the kitchen table, after having had their supper, in heated discussion about a masquerade party they were to attend that night.

“Honey,” he said placatingly, “we’re both to blame. We knew the damn party was coming up and neither one of us took enough interest to think about renting costumes. Is there any way we can fake it with stuff we have around here?”

“What did you have in mind?” she asked sarcastically. “Do you want to do the old oil sheik trick again using one of the bed sheets?”

“Nah, I guess we can’t pull that stunt two years in a row.”

“No,” she said affirmatively. “You as the oil sheik and me as the tart isn’t going to cut it two years in a row.”

“Maybe not,” he said, “but you sure caused a stir last year dressed the way you were. Maybe you can improve on that theme.”

Brightening, she responded, “You’re right. They ate it up, didn’t they? There’s nothing like a little eroticism to turn a room on its collective ear. I suppose I could get sexy with what I have, but what are we going to do about you?”

An idea flashed in John’s mind. It was outrageous, he knew, but their friends thought of the couple as being racy and, he admitted, he liked the reputation. “Suppose I just wear my underwear and go as your love slave?”

Michelle laughed at first, then stopped for a moment and thought about it. Actually, she considered, that really could be a good idea. Their friends wouldn’t be disappointed and, besides, they’d probably have a lot of fun.

“That’s not half bad,” she said. “I’ll wear my leather mini, seamed black stockings and I’ll make sure my garters show from time to time. The patent leather black spikes would fit right in, too. And, to really make them stand up and notice, I’ll only wear a black bra... no blouse, just the push-up bra. Okay so far?”

“Yeah, but you’ve gotta add those shoulder-length gloves of yours, lots of make-up, your costume jewelry... you know, the whole nine yards.”

A couple of hours later, Michelle was erotically, mind-bendingly in costume. Her five-feet, seven inches – made taller by her spike heels – clad in the black garments and only the black bra put a bulge in John’s undershorts, his only apparel.

Michelle struck a provocative pose and said, “Well, I see my love slave is behaving and reacting in the proper manner for his mistress. This outfit turns you on, huh?”

He fingered his erection and responded, “Yeah, but how do I handle this at the party? Outrageous is one thing – this is something else. I can’t be walking behind you all night with a hard-on.”

“You’re right,” she said, “you can’t. But the idea of you going in just your underwear is still a good one. How about changing out of those bikinis and into a pair of boxer shorts. I can tie your cock down with a scarf so that it snuggles neatly against your leg.”

John had a curious look on his face as he approved her plan. “Okay, it’s worth a try. I suppose the bulkiness of the boxers will allow for it.”

Michelle scooped a scarf from the dresser, took John’s penis in hand, and wrapped the scarf around it once before bringing the loose ends around his thigh and tying it. She then pulled up his boxers to see how it looked. She was pleased. There was only a hint of his rigid penis outline; tantalizing, but not too provocative.

Playfully, she slapped his shorts over the cock and said, “There you go, love slave. Your hard-on will be a secret only we two will share.”

“Great. But now that you’ve got it all tied up, I want you more than ever. Let’s fool around a bit before we go.”

“Not on a bet,” she said. “I’ve just spent a lot of time putting together this look and I won’t have it ruined that quickly. But,” she teased, “if you obey me tonight I might let you have you way later on.”

John and Michelle made their way downstairs. At the kitchen door, Michelle observed that the mistress and love slave act, to go over properly, needed refinement. His following her in his underwear didn’t quite cut it.

John had the answer right away. He hurried down to the basement, rummaged around a bit, then returned with the collar and leash they’d used for their old dog. He also brought Michelle’s riding crop, the one she’d used when the equestrian bit was the in-thing with their crowd. He handed her all three.

“Perfect!” she exclaimed. “Here, let me put the collar around your neck. Ooooo, it fits beautifully. And now I’ll just clip the leash onto it. There, you’re leashed like the slave you are and if you misbehave, I’ll use this whip on you.”

John reacted immediately to her words. His cock was harder than ever. He didn’t quite comprehend why he was more turned on than he thought he ever would be... but he was. And Michelle was fabulous! The leather skirt, the high heels and the deep-plunging bra made him weak in the knees. Did her being dressed that way and having him collared have anything to do with this? Her threat to use the riding whip on him, although in jest, caused a deep-rooted pang of sexual longing.

And then he realized it. John WANTED her to whip him! He wanted to be in bondage to her.

Now, how in the world could he tell her those thoughts? How could he admit that what they were doing right now was the utmost in sexual excitement?

Instead he said, “Michelle, you were right about the props. They seem to make a world of difference. But, before we go, maybe we better practice some of the theatrics of this thing so that we look that much more convincing.”

Michelle, while putting the collar around his neck and attaching the leash, felt a shudder of pure longing rampage through her body. Dressed the way she was, she felt like a goddess – erotic and desired – whose right it was to have a sex slave, a slave like John. Just the thought of actually using her whip on him made her flush.

“You’re right,” she said. “If we’re going to win first prize, we not only have to look the part, we have to play it. Let’s go into the living room and practice.”

She walked ahead of him, holding her end of the leash, as he followed on the tether.

“My slave should never stand taller than me, his mistress. Perhaps you’d better down on your hands and knees and we’ll practice your crawling behind me.” With that, she imperiously pointed to the floor with her crop and John went to his knees. Taking a firm hold on the leash, tightening the slack, Michelle led him on his hands and knees around the circumference of the room. When she stopped, John remained on all fours and she sat on his back.

“This is good,” she said. “I can use you as my chair wherever we are in the party room. Is that good theatrics?” she asked.

John had difficulty answering her question, but he eventually go to it. “Yes,” he said, “that’s a perfect start. And for the purpose of scripting, you should probably be calling me ‘slave’ and I should be answering ‘Mistress’. How does that sound, Mistress?”

“Perfect, slave. You will address me as Mistress throughout this evening.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She rose from his back and lead him to where she sat on the sofa, crossing her legs. “Slave, that bondage and discipline video we saw a while ago had the mistress getting her shoes kissed and licked by her slave. I want my feet worshiped, too.”

John looked up at her for a moment with eyes that spoke volumes. His thankfulness that Michelle had read him correctly and that she herself was also affected by this game almost made him weep. He bent his head and kissed her shoes, licking them all over and even going so far as to lick the outsides of her heels. Michelle, still holding the leash attached to the collar around his neck, tilted her crossed foot, aimed her spiked heel directly at his mouth and said, “Suck it, slave.”

John obeyed, wrapping his lips around the heel she’d aimed at him. He sucked and licked it with enthusiasm while his cock throbbed in its bondage.

The intensity of John’s worship didn’t escape Michelle. She saw him getting increasingly worked up. And it excited her, too. Perhaps, she thought, this was just the spark the couple needed in their love life.”

“Stop, slave,” she said. “You’re enjoying my leather too much. Besides, I just had a great idea. Stay on your knees where you are. I’ll be right back.”

Michelle seductively strolled away from him, aware that she was breathing hard, and went up to the bedroom. Pausing for just a moment before her make-up table, she thought about this amazing turn of events and how much she liked it. She picked up an old tube of lipstick and went back to the living room. Showing John what she had, she said: “To really make this an effective and believable masquerade, I thought I’d paint some welts over your thighs and lower back with this old lipstick to simulate the marks of a whipping. What do you think, slave?”

“Full points for inventiveness, Mistress. Welts would make a perfect addition. But do you know what a welt from your riding crop would look like on my skin?”

“Well, I’ve go the basic idea,” she said. “But, no, I don’t really. Any suggestions, slave?”

“Perhaps, Mistress, you might use your crop on me a few times to see what happens. Then you can use the lipstick to trace over them a draw a few more.”

Michelle had been hoping for an excuse to come along. Ever since she’d put the collar around his neck and held the crop, she’d wanted to whip him. “Very well, slave,” she said. “Crawl up to the couch and lay your chest across the cushions. Stay on the floor and get your ass up as high as you can.”

John hurried to comply. He couldn’t believe how much he wanted his wife to dominate, humiliate and punish him. All he knew was that he needed to obey and suffer for her... Right now.

Michelle took a position behind her husband, pulled his boxers down to his knees, and raised the crop. She paused for a moment before bringing it down over his lower thighs. John gasped, but before he had a chance to react further, Michelle struck again. This time he moaned. His wife used the whip on him three more times before stopping.

“That’s enough, slave,” she said. “I’ve got a good idea now of how to paint on the rest of your welts.” She paused, then sounding alluring and mysterious, said, “Or perhaps I should forget the lipstick and just keep on using my whip.”

John turned on his knees from the chesterfield, put his head down to her shoes and licked both before saying: “Thank you for whipping me, Mistress. If you decide to make my welts real, that is your prerogative.”

Michelle loved it. She loved putting her marks on his ass and thighs with the whip and she adored seeing him lick her shoes in gratitude. And she was still ecstatic knowing she’d tied his cock to his leg.

“Slave,” she asked, “how would you feel about not going to the party tonight?”

“That would be wonderful, Mistress,” he responded.

They understood one another.

“Then let’s try for a few more of those beautiful wells, slave. And just so there’s absolutely no confusion, I’ll be using my whip and not the lipstick to them on you. Get back into position.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Holding his leash in the palm of her left hand, she used her right to flog. Starting on the fleshy part of his legs just above the knees, and working her way up to the top of his ass. Michelle didn’t want to use the crop on his back because she knew it would be too cruel and instrument now for such a sensitive portion of anatomy.

John was squirming, trying to avoid or, at least, to soften the impact of her blows.

Michelle, in a cunning and shrewd stroke of brilliance, said: “Slave, if you keep trying to avoid my whip, I’ll never use it on you again. Do you really understand what that means?”

He settled down, promising to remain still. She flogged longer than she’d intended. At first, she simply enjoyed using the whip. But, as it progressed, she began to feel the physiological changes, changes that took her from being an enthusiastic Dominatrix to being one very turned-on lady.

John’s ass welted when she stopped. Still holding the leash, she used the crop to point to her feet. John bent his head and kissed her shoes, his tears rolling down his cheeks and onto her leather.

“Thank me for your punishment, slave,” she softly commanded.

John complied, going further by saying, “Mistress, you’ve brought to life my most secret sexual fantasy. Thank you.”

“Up until tonight, I hadn’t thought much about domination, slave. But, I must admit, I love having you naked and on the end of my leash. And I love whipping you. Your cock is still hard, slave, and that tells me I wasn’t nearly strict enough. But I’ll make up for it next time.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

Michelle reached to his groin, untying the scarf bound around his thigh and releasing his penis. It sprang to full attention. She had him stand, turn around and put his hands behind his back. Using the leash, the new mistress tied her slave’s wrists high on his back so that they were out of the way while being attached to his collar. Grasping his cock in her hand, she used it like a handle to pull him upstairs.

In the bedroom, Michelle had John lie atop the bed. Milking him for a moment, she said: “Keep it up for me, slave. I plan on riding both of us off at least three times tonight.”

She removed her leather skirt, pulled down her panties and approached wearing only the garter belt, stockings, bra, gloves and high heels. Getting on the bed, she fondled his genitals before positioning herself above him and then slowly slid his member inside her. Rocking atop him, Michelle’s climax fast approached. She reached down to his chest and twisted his nipples between her fingers. His moans of “yes, yes” told her that he was enjoying it as much as she.

They both came. Explosively!

Michelle stayed where she was, exhausted, his cock still inside her. Soon, it lost its erection and slipped out. Re-gaining her strength, she moved astride him so that her knees were on either side of his face and her crotch was directly atop his mouth.

“Lick me, slave. Suck and swallow our love juices,” she commanded, as she took her crop in hand to reinforce the demand.

Later, after he’d been released and they were having a drink downstairs, he asked at what point she got turned on to domination. She admitted she liked the idea from moment he’d made the costume suggestion. But, she said, that it truly began when she saw her erotic image in the bedroom mirror. The feeling was confirmed, she said, when she buckled the collar around his neck and held the whip in her hands.

Looking at him over the edge of the glass of wine she was sipping, Michelle said, “I’m not sorry we missed the masquerade party. It gave us a whole new understanding of one another. But your idea for costuming and poise is still a good one. Between now and next year, I’m sure I can find even more startling clothing to wear in my role. And, for the next 12 months, we’re going to be doing an awful lot of practicing on how a slave responds and reacts to his mistress.

“Get back down on your knees.”



Masquerade



Ingrid gathered up her mail from the box and began looking through the stack. There was a lot today, she sifted through it, no foreign postmarks so no friendly letters from home, just work. A fancy envelope caught her eye. The envelope was made from a heavy linen paper, her name and addressed were actually embossed in gold on the front. It looked like a wedding invitation. She could not think of anyone that she knew that was getting married, strange. There was no return address on the front so she flipped it over to see the back. The envelope was sealed with a real wax seal and the initials were done in a flowing script that she did not recognize and realized after a moment that she could not even read. Intrigue she went inside and set the other mail aside on the hall table. She slit the envelope open across the top so as not to break the seal. She pulled out a heavy linen card that completely filled the envelope. It was, indeed, an invitation a very personalized one, it said:

Ingrid You are cordially invited to a masquerade ball on the 31st of July of the year 2002. A limousine will arrive promptly at your door at 8pm on the 31st to pick you up. Your costume has been selected for you and should be arriving shortly. It is yours to keep after the ball, a memento of the event. I am looking forward to your attendance.

Just like the envelope the letters were embossed in gold. It was signed with three initials in the same flowing script as the seal and just as unreadable, still they did look vaguely familiar. She turned it over looking for a hint of who may have sent it, but there was nothing else. She sat down and studied it again, double checked inside the envelope and studied the mysterious seal on the back for clues. She was baffled and excited, filled with a sense of nervous anticipation. Who sent it? Where would she be going? How could she possible wait for till the end of the week for this party?

The next day Ingrid sat at the window waiting for the mail to arrive. But the postman came and went leaving only mail, no packages today. Later in the afternoon her doorbell rang, she rushed to the door and paused a moment to get herself under control. She opened it and there stood the UPS man a large package in hand. She quickly signed for and took the package from him. Unmindful of the appreciative look he had given her. She looked the box over. This had to be the one, once again her name and address were embossed in gold on the paper wrapping and there was a wax seal on either end where the paper was folded together. The same undecipherable seal had been used on this package.

She took it into the kitchen and carefully cut the paper open leaving the seals intact. Inside was a sturdy, white cardboard box. Inside was a soft black leather dress, very short and revealing that tied up the front, followed by a black corset, with matching garters, g- string and black stockings and two more boxes. Ingrid pulled out the first box, inside were a pair of black open toed high-heeled shoes the kind that laced around the legs with 3" spiked heels. She took out the other box, inside was a magnificent blue, yellow and green-feathered mask.  She sat in a kitchen chair, stunned for a moment. Then she gathered the boxes together and went to the bedroom. Everything fit perfectly, she could feel her nipples hardening and her pussy growing wet as she stared in the mirror, every contour of her sexy body outlined in soft supple leather. She twitched her hips and breasts and imagined what effect she would have on the men at this party. She grinned at her reflection. After all she was even turning her self on. In fact her hand was slipping up underneath the hem of the short dress without thinking. She watched her reflection in fascination, her hand slipping underneath and gently rubbing her pussy through the soft leather of the g-string. Her other hand massaging her breast through dress, she groaned loud her finger shoving the g-string to one side finger-fucking herself as she watched. She collapsed back on to her bed, squeezing her breast hard her finger moving faster and faster across her wet lips, rubbing her clit and fucking in and hot of her hot pussy. She came fast and hard, screaming out, her body writhing on the bed as her orgasm swept over her.

She relaxed in the pleasant afterglow. What had come over her? Perhaps it had been a little long since she had had a good time with someone. She suspected that just might end on Friday night. The rest of the week was difficult to get through, feathered masks and leather outfits began to creep into her paintings and sketches, it was difficult to concentrate. Every time she thought about Friday night she became aroused. She resisted putting the costume on again, instead leaving it spread out across one of the chairs in her bedroom. She found herself running her hands over the soft leather every now and again and several times found the costume in her hands ready to slide it on, she could not even remember picking it up. Each time she was able to control herself and set it back down. 

She wanted to call Angie at the gallery to check on her paintings but what she really wanted was to know if Angie had been invited to the same party. She resisted calling and then on Thursday went down to the gallery at lunch and chatted with Angie for a while in her office. While they discussed business and ate in the small break room Ingrid spotted an invitation just like hers partially hidden under some papers on the desk. Her heart thumped hard trying to imagine what Angie had received for her costume. She didn't ask and kept it to herself that she had seen Angie's invitation. She hurried home declining Angie's dinner invitation. As she wandered home she wondered who else might have been invited to the mysterious ball.

Friday morning Ingrid could not concentrate on anything, the morning dragging by. She tried to paint but the empty canvas stared back her, mocking her attempt. She tried to read but 50 pages later realized that she had no idea what she had just read. She fixed a light lunch and tried to work at the computer but had no better luck and spent hours aimlessly surfing through the web, her mind more intent on discovering who was putting on this mysterious party. At 2 o'clock she decided to begin preparing herself. She ran a luxurious hot bath, a bit of pre-bath oil, and lots of suds. She lit some candles, turned out the lights and let the hot water ease her tensions. It seemed like hours later she left the sanctity of the hot water and began other preparations. She shaved her legs and other more secret areas as she sat on the edge of the tub. She decided to wear her hair up and piled it high on her head. A small amount of makeup to bring out her eyes and lipstick to accentuate her sensual mouth, a small spritz of her favorite perfume and she was ready to dress.

She enjoyed the sensual feel of the soft leather against her skin as she pulled on the corset and g-string. The silk stockings felt marvelous against her smooth legs as she rolled them up attaching them to the black garter belt. She slipped the dress on and laced it up the front leaving it slightly open so the lace of her corset could just be seen underneath. Finally she put on the feathered mask and she was ready. She looked in the mirror, she was pleased with her incredibly sexy reflection, she hardly recognized herself.

Precisely at 8pm a limousine arrived at her house. A masked chauffeur climbed out and opened the back door for her as she hurried from the house. She didn't recognize him or the car as she seated herself alone in the back. The chauffeur got in and they were off. It took about an hour to get there and they were quickly in a portion of New York that she was not familiar with. She waited with nervous anticipation in the back of the limo as the driver turned into the long curving driveway of a good-sized mansion. He stopped the limo, got out and came around to open her door.

She stood and self-consciously pulled her the short hem of her dress down as the chauffeur gave her an appreciative stare. She walked slowly up to the front door and was just preparing to ring the doorbell when the door opened on its own. A costumed man ushered her inside. He wore a rakish hat, dark clothes and a black cloak, a red scarf covered the lower half of his face and a white mask covered the rest. 

"Good evening, welcome to my little party" he said. His voice sounded oddly distorted but vaguely familiar. Ingrid was sure she knew him put she had certainly never been to this place before. "You are my special guest this evening, please come in and enjoy yourself." She thought that he was smiling under the scarf that hid his mouth.

"Thank you for the invitation, but could you tell me more? Everything has been so mysterious," she asked quietly.

"Ah, all will be revealed as the evening progresses," he replied as he ushered her in the door closing it behind her. "This way please." He motioned for her to follow him. She could hear the sound of music and laughter coming from down the hallway as she followed him. He led her to a good-sized ballroom. A band was set-up and playing at one end, the entire group dressed up as pirates. Opposite the band was a huge buffet table, the servers dressed as zombies. She smiled at the somewhat macabre humor of that. There were perhaps a dozen or so tables setup near the buffet tables and the rest of the room was given over to the dance floor. A few people were sitting at the tables, chatting and eating as they watched the dancers. The dance floor was awash in a sea of costumes and brightly colored masks. Couples dancing eagerly to the heady dance beat of the pirate band. On either end of the stage were two tall birdcages, in each one a go-go dancer bumped and grinded to the beat of the music. Their skimpy outfits were very revealing and Ingrid could feel her body responding to the wild show.

"May I have this first dance?" the cloaked man asked.

"Of course," she replied

They moved to the dance floor and joined the throng of people already there. The first dance ended and the cloaked man bowed low to her. "Excuse me for now, while I attend to my other guests," he said. "Please have a good time."

Even as he turned away and left the dance floor another man was asking her to dance. She smiled and nodded. She felt like she had danced with every man there. As one song ended another would introduce him self so she kept on moving to the beat of the music. She was very excited, her nipples were like hard rocks and could just been seen through her leather dress, she could feel the wet lips of her pussy held firmly by the leather g-string. Occasionally a male dancer would grind his hard cock against her pussy while they danced or reach a hand and squeeze her almost naked ass or brush a hand across her hard sensitive nipples. It never went farther than that and she smiled at each one and kept right on dancing.

At one point a woman danced with her, they were surrounded by a number of males shouting encouragement as Ingrid and the other woman almost made love on the dance floor, breast to breast, pussies grinding, hands roaming up and down each other's body. She almost came as the other woman thrust her pelvis hard against Ingrid's. After that dance she moved off the floor to watch a bit and catch her breath.

She felt someone come up behind her and she turned her head and saw the cloaked man there."I really enjoyed your last dance," he said.

"So did I."

She started to turn to face him but he took her by the hips and held her in place instead. He pressed hard against her and she could feel his rigid shaft pressed into the valley of her ass.

"You are a very exciting dancer," he said. Ingrid could not reply, one of his hands had slipped underneath her short dress and was rubbing her pussy through the g-string. She could only groan in reply, she was excited, her nipples became even harder as his hand rubbed her clit through the leather. She shoved her ass back against the rigid cock wishing it were fucking into her. His hand slipped underneath the tiny g-string and his other fondled her ass. She reached behind her with one hand and rubbed his hard shaft. His hand moved under hers and unzipped his pants and soon she was stroking the naked throbbing cock.

Before she could react he had forced her g-string to one side and the head of his pulsing cock was lodged in the entrance to her tight pussy. Her eyes widened in surprise and she stifled a gasp as his cock charged hard into her pussy.

"Oh, my godddd, yes, fuck me now, fuck me hard," she whispered. He did, with one hand on her hip and the other sliding up and down her hot slit he ran his rigid cock in and out of her hot pussy as she watched the dancers on the floor. She hadn't realized how hot and needy she was until that hard prick was sliding in and hot of her juicy pussy. It was hard and it was fast, her orgasm raced over her like a tidal wave, she bit her lip to keep from crying out. As she came she squeezed the iron shaft inside her hard, milking it and was rewarded with the feel of it pulsing and throbbing inside her shoot jet after jet of hot cum into her cunt.

They stood there a moment stunned by the sudden powerful orgasms they had experienced. No one on the dance floor had seemed to notice as they continued to gyrate to the band's music. Without any words the cloaked man led Ingrid to a bathroom across the hall. She cleaned herself up as best she could and took the time to relax and try to get her body under control. She went back to the ballroom but the cloaked man was nowhere to be seen. Ingrid took a little break getting some fun and enjoying the fine wine that had been provided. She good feel herself becoming aroused again as she gazed at the dancers. When she was done eating it was only moments before she was asked to dance again.

It was much the same as before only the dancing was even closer and dirty than before. Hard cocks were being ground against her pussy and her ass with almost every dance. Hands were constantly exploring her body and she in turn was responding, she could feel the ache for a hard cock building deep inside her. She danced with more women this time, one she was sure was Angie. Each time they ground against each other she felt like she was close to orgasm. After that dance she saw the cloaked man again, he was beckoning to her and she was immediately drawn to him remembering the feel of his throbbing cock inside her.

"I have something to show you," he whispered. She only nodded and followed him off the floor. They left the ballroom and entered another room on the same floor. Inside was a massive bed big enough for at least four people. Her heart jumped and she felt her nipples harden at the sight. He closed the door behind them. Before she could react he took her arms and brought them behind her back bind her wrists with some kind of soft leather.

"Now its time for the real party to start," he whispered.He pushed her to the bed making her sit down on the edge. "Okay, she is all yours," she heard him say.

She saw a woman come from the dark corner of the room. She was short petite and very familiar looking even in the leather outfit she was wearing her face covered with a tight fitting black silk mask. She came to Ingrid and slowly raised the hem of Ingrid's dress exposing her g-string covered pussy. The woman moved it aside and Ingrid gasped as the woman's tongue licked up and down her wet slit. The woman's hands came up and explored Ingrid's body slowly unlacing the front of the dress even has her tongue worked magic across Ingrid's hot throbbing pussy. Ingrid's dress was soon unlaced and the hands had slipped to her breasts pinching and tweaking Ingrid's hard nipples through the black corset. Ingrid cried out in pleasure as the tongue and lips sucked her clit hard. 

The cloaked man moved behind her on the bed and started unlacing the corset, soon his hands were roaming up and down her exposed back slipping the corset down, his hands joining the woman's in fondling and playing with Ingrid's breasts. The woman moved one hand down and was soon finger-fucking Ingrid even as her tongue continued its relentless assault on Ingrid's throbbing clit. Ingrid strained against the leather binding her wrists as she thrust her pussy harder against the woman's mouth. She shouted out as her body exploded in a massive orgasm. The tremors seemingly to go forever as the woman eagerly lapped up the juice from Ingrid's pussy.

"Ingrid, roll over and get on your knees," the man whispered the passion and lust heavy in his voice. She did as she was told, although it was difficult with her hands bound behind her. She raised her ass high in the air with her face and breasts pressed firmly against the bed.

"No lift your head Ingrid," he said. Confused, she raised her head up and saw the masked woman naked from the waist down sliding on to the bed positioning her own wet cunt for Ingrid to lick. She guided Ingrid's head to her cunt and Ingrid's tongue eagerly flicked out to taste the masked woman's pussy. Behind her she could hear clothes dropping to the floor and soon she felt the cloaked man's naked cock pressed against her ass. He slid it underneath letting her slick juices lubricate his shaft as he slid it between her wet pussy lips. He ground the head against her clit making her jump and shove her ass back at him.

She lifted her head, "Please fuck me now, I need you so bad, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeeee!"

She was rewarded she felt the throbbing shaft at her cunt and then was suddenly filled as he thrust his hips forward driving the rigid shaft deep inside her tight pussy. She cried out again and then lowered her head eager to taste the masked woman's pussy on her tongue. She licked and thrust for all she was worth, feeling the masked woman thrusting her hips up to meet her tongue even as the hard cock continued to spear her running in and out of her hot pussy. She squeezed down on it trying to trap it inside her but her slick pussy betrayed her each time letting the big invader escape only to have it pound into her again his balls slapping against her ass.

The masked woman moved turning around crawling underneath Ingrid bringing her face to Ingrid's pussy and the cock slipping in and out of it. Ingrid groaned deep in her chest as she thrilled to the dual action of the woman's tongue licking up and down her hot slit even as the throbbing cock thrust in and out of her tight passage. She returned her attentions to masked woman's cunt. Seeking out and finding the hard throbbing clit nestled between the wet lips. She teased it with her tongue and felt the woman thrusting her hips up into Ingrid's face. Ingrid sucked hard on the clit and the woman's hand snaked out holding Ingrid's face to her cunt thrusting it against Ingrid's tongue as a massive orgasm raced through her body. The masked woman collapsed back on to the bed releasing Ingrid's head.

Behind her the cock was still thrusting and throbbing in her cunt. Ingrid cried out as the man reached his hands underneath her. His hands cupping her breasts letting the throbbing nipples poke between his fingers so he could pinch and squeeze them. She milked his cock with her pussy and felt him pick up the pace. His hips moving at a frightening pace now, she felt the tension building in her body rapidly reaching that delicious point of no return. She squeezed the cock again and he cried out and she felt the sticky jets of cum shooting into her pussy, filling her, leaking out to splash down on the masked woman's face. The feel of the pulsing prick and the cum soaking the inside of her pussy increased the tension beyond Ingrid's breaking point and her body shuddered and rocked as another orgasm tore through her.

They cuddled together in the middle of the bed. Ingrid removed the mask from the other woman, releasing a bounty of dark hair. "Cheri!" Ingrid cried. Cheri just smiled and took Ingrid in her arms for a long deep kiss. Ingrid didn't have to look behind her at the man that was now spooning against her naked back and ass. She would know Kris' cock anywhere. Together they drifted off to sleep as the party wound down into the early hours of the morning. 



Masquerade Balls



 [©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18 WITH IDENTITIES DISGUISED; FOR AGES 21 OR ABOVE]

[Son is shunned by his wealthy parents; snooty friends just as bad; he gets a chance at getting even: booze, the Super Bowl, and MILF's in a hot tub.]



That stuff about '18 and you're out the door' is totally bogus (man). I understand there's no future in wearing Mr. Spock ears and playing Dungeons and Dragons or Wii in your parents' basement, but to be turned out of a home that had 2 extra bedrooms: Totally bogus (dude). 

Here's the 'Four one one'. I turned 18 and was allowed one week to skedaddle. I had to go to a youth hostel (for hostile youths...trust me.) I had to grab a job changing truck tires on the turnpike. It was hard dangerous work. 

One day I came back for some tax info, since I'd be filing separately now. Who should be there, playing bridge, but my loving mother and her three magpie friends? My mother had regaled them about the humor and tragedy of my ejection from home. Her friends were sympathetic to me, to my surprise. It could be that they were a pack of horny MILF's, including my mom. My mom had that common feeling about 'incest' and never so much as winked at me. The other women were of a different bent. They hooted and hollered since I had a good physique (those truck rims are heavy) and was not afraid to show it. When I came over to say hello (briefly), those hags were all over me like chimps overrunning an abandoned banana plantation. I was felt up, goosed, the whole nine yards. It was weird seeing the matronly hands of some society dame cupping my family jewels, weighing them as her 24 carat gold bracelet charms jangled. Another one squeezed my bulging biceps while the third found out what a young man's butt felt like. My mom looked on disapprovingly. 

Mom: "Okay, ladies, you can return to the game. If any of you 'Tramps' want me to review the bidding or the card play for you, forget it..."

Mom was just as warm and fuzzy to them as she was to me, but at least she saved me from being groped to death. 

Mom: "Oh, Jimmy, since you're here, before you go, can you take that pile of mail to the box down the street. You're a life saver, dear; it's great to see you. How are you getting along, anyway?"

It was nice that she asked, but her head was already back into the game. Her distracted partner had put her in six no trump even though mom had used precision to show a void in hearts. The opponents' lead: a four of hearts.

I finished up at my old home, grabbing my form 1099 and other tax forms received. I took that pile of mail. As I left, mom told me to be sure to get the mail in that box tonight, as her masquerade party was happening Super Sunday and upper class guests insisted on long lead times. I assured her I'd go straight there.

Well, maybe not. I went to the 'In and Out' for a couple of burgers, smothered in sautéed onions and the works. I parked in the shopping mall lot and started sorting the mail. My mother had banded the party invites together. I didn't recognize any of the names except the magpies in mom's bridge group and my mother's hairdresser. Sal (Salvatore) was a popular figure in local salons. My mom dragged me along when she couldn't find a sitter once. As I sat in the waiting room, impatiently reading a two year old copy of Vogue, I noted that he was almost a carbon copy of yours truly. Now if we were side by side, I was a bit taller, much better built, and much less curly-haired...but the general impression was of two brothers. 

Well, I mailed every letter except the one to him. At home, I used a kettle's steam to open the letter to Sal. Sure enough, it was a nice raised gold leaf invitation to him for a masquerade party on Super Sunday. For football fans, there'd be a nice spread and a 60 inch plasma TV. For non-fans, there'd be a hot tub (this being southern California) and the same nice table of goodies. The key thing was that he was directed to a store in the [San Fernando] Valley and a specific mask. Okay, IT WAS ON. I was going to get that mask, go to that party, and somehow teach that 'murder of crows' a lesson. 

I had to rent a Mercedes E350 for the night, as my mom would certainly have noticed my VW Golf, even in the dark. I gave my name (i.e. 'Sal') and was buzzed in at the gate. I had been careful to wear a long sleeve shirt and loose fitting casual slacks cobbled together from Ralph Lauren and Bill Blass. While the football fans started gathering before the mighty plasma screen, some 45 minutes before kickoff, the non-fans were outside on the pool patio. As it turned out, everyone including their spouses was going to watch the game. That is, with the exception of my mother and her circle of vultures. I was delighted, as I couldn't very well conduct my plan with twenty or thirty non-fans gathered in a small herd. Four women I could handle, MILF's every one of them. 

As the kickoff ensued, Carla (one of the four women in our non-fan group) told 'Sal' (i.e. me) that I could go into my mother's room after the ladies were finished. There, they'd have something for me to put on for the hot tub. I waited for them, watching one of those horrible, self-indulgent, Super Bowl ads. It was 'so clever' (sic) that I couldn't figure out the company or its product.

My turn came up as Beth, another of the non-fans, told me she had been the last to change. I went in, seeing a thick, blue, velour robe. The rest of the stuff laid out for me to wear: nothing. It was strictly birthday suits. My plan was on a roll...

I climbed into the hot tub (I think they were legally required for homes in the Southland.) It was a big tub, with jets so powerful they could move a Princess Cruise line ship. I noticed that Carla 35, Beth 43, Darlene 50, as well as my mother 39, had tanked up at the open bar. Each of them had had an hour long head start and each had cocktails in hand—with chasers nearby. 

Carla: [She talked in a drunken slur, as did all four of them.] "So, tell me, Sal, how does a man end up doing women's hair for a living? "

Me: [Mildly disguising my voice thru the mask.] "Well, my father was a barber, so it was a natural way to go. Big money was always in salons and not the old rundown barber shop."

Beth: "Yes, but how did a MAN come to do that. Everyone presumes you are gay. If you ARE gay, that's fine, and we don't have any problem with that. But if you aren't, I'd think that that would be a horrible stigma. I mean, getting a date would be hard."

Me: "Did you ever see Shampoo with Warren Beatty? I don't think HE had any problems getting women."

All of them laughed. I had made my point. I was hoping for one of the drunken MILF's in that rolling cauldron of bubbles and water to make a fool of herself. Sure enough, I didn't have long to wait.

Carla: "Yes, we all saw that movie. Warren was a famous alley cat in Hollywood in his day. Tell me, are YOU like that, or just a poof afraid of coming out of the closet?" [To my delight, she rose up from her position across from me, stepped across the central ridge of the tub, and pushed my legs apart. Though her hubby was inside watching the game, this gorgeous MILF thought nothing of rubbing her slavering pussy lips against my cock. I had had to use all of my self-control to keep Mr. Johnson at bay. If all the women knew Sal and KNEW he was 'differently oriented' it would've blown my cover to get hard. Now that they showed their uncertainty, I could relax. Feeling freed up, my friend grew to his full ten inch glory. Carla backed away from it as if she had seen a King Cobra with full hood extension.]

Carla: "My God, ladies, not only is Sal a man, he's a REAL man. Wow, look at that big pole. Isn't it cute...it's long enough to just stick its head above the water." [At first she patted my big cockhead as if it were a pet; then her hand started keyholing it. I closed my eyes. Carla's eyes bore down on me, while the other three (Beth, Darlene, and mom) stared at this spectacle. We were out under the stars on a perfectly clear night. Only the glittering stars and two hot tub colored lights gave any illumination. ]

Even in the almost total darkness, I could sense the women's eyes expanding to the size of a DVD disk as I spun Carla against the wall of the tub. I slowly guided my huge cock into her tingling vagina. I was careful to use my oversized cockhead to visit her clit and rub against those excited lips covering the entrance. She gave no protest but instead moaned in pleasure. The other women sighed. Darlene and Beth nervously took each other's hand. They watched in awe as my body bore down hard, pinning her against the Fiberglas hot tub. My behind clenched and unclenched. My testes, magnified by the prism of the water, must have looked the size of basketballs. They rose up as they tightened. Then, Carla gave a brief sharp moan six times. Six times my butt clenched. Six times my scrotum acted like a bellows, propelling my potent seed with frightening force the length of my vas deferens and into her unprotected and very fertile womb. She had gone off the pill years ago, as this 30 something had a 50 something hubby no longer into sex. Well, this 'hairdresser' (me) was into sex, and now his lively, active sperm were into her uterus, by the millions. The scene was just too hot for Darlene and Beth to watch; they were kissing hotly in a really tight clench. The plan was on a roll now.

I let go of Carla and her friends actually floated her exhausted body back to her distant seating position. Without taking a number, it seems like Beth felt she was next in line. Whereas Carla was an ash blonde woman almost six feet tall (taller than me), Beth was petite, brunette, a ringer for the old actress Natalie Wood. Her figure was almost identical too, with reasonably nice boobs, a great figure, and nice legs. As I sat back in my hot tub alcove, she put her hands on my love pole, trying to restore some life into him. It looked like a no go, but she leaned forward and gave me a French kiss. That did it! I was ten inches of tempered steel again. 

She immediately sat in my lap. As the water splashed about her, she proceeded to put her hands on my broad shoulders and slam her 43 year old behind against my thighs. My hands rested on the velvety soft soles of her beautiful demure feet on either side of my thighs as I sat. Mr. Johnson was being pushed deeper and deeper inside of her with every up and down stroke. When I was lodged all the way in she stopped. She felt my big cock swelling, fell forward, and laid another hot kiss on me. I proceeded to lift off the hot tub bench. I grabbed her pert behind and squeezed hard (as the other ladies cooed). With my cock lodged tightly up against her cervix, confident that my 'efforts' would not be washed away, I jetted another load of baby-making sperm deep inside of her. She was a diaphragm user; during my tryst with Carla she had quickly removed it. Her womb was now totally unprotected. As I finished, it also now teemed with potential life as it was filled till it was grossly distended with my potent seed.

As I sagged back into my seat exhausted, the other women nodded as Darlene came forward. This henna haired beauty was five foot eight, with a physique about as buff as mine. She was a former Hollywood stunt woman and was in incredible shape. With powerful arms of her own, she lifted me up, took my seat, spread her legs, and then pushed me against her. As she held my exhausted body up like a limp puppet, she pumped power and virility back into me by jacking my tired unit. It took five minutes, but I was back at ten inch readiness. 

She proceeded to do something I had never seen before. Everyone has seen a man seated and a woman moving up and down on the pole extended upwards. Sure. But in this case, SHE was seated, my pole was extended downward at 45 degrees, and she was moving me up and down, in and out. It was unusual, but also hot. When she sensed I was about to blow, she pushed me down one last time and held me in a bear hold. I felt like a Raggedy Andy doll, but I was still a man and had a job to do. I pumped some cum into her, careful not to give it my all. (There was one more vixen to service, and best of all, it was dear old mom.) 

Darlene rose up from the hot tub alcove. She dumped me back down like a used condom, and stepped back into her own little part of the tub. With an audible "damn" she had sat on her IUD, which she had managed to remove while the first two ladies were getting it on. It had been left lying on the bottom of her hot tub position.

Now there was one more of this pack of wolves I had to service: My gorgeous mother. Mind you, as an adult I had never even kissed my mom before. Fortunately, she did not know it was me behind the façade of the mask and my Sal persona.

After the first woman, I had had to use every scrap of my manhood to muster a ten inch pillar for the lovely ladies. I was not an orgy type and had never done more than one woman in my life. Here I was trying to finish four. I was determined to nail my own beautiful mother more than any of these other hyenas. My mother laughed nervously and said no to the idea of getting it on. To my relief and delight, the other three physically lifted her up from her little hot tub hideaway and carried her into my waiting arms. 

I literally put her on my lap, plugging myself into her slot slowly and gently. To my joy, she moaned in pleasure, putting her head back, shrieking to the stars above. Without further ado, I commenced to move her up and down. Her perfect breasts splashed the water. My mother's angry erect nipples (light brown and looking like small corks) scratched my chest. I could feel every mile that she walked in the malls; she was so firm, so lithe, so strong and healthy. I pulled her hard against me; in spite of her incredible coldness and diffidence, I had all the love for my mother as any kid would. I kissed her passionately, not wanting to let her go. All of a sudden she seemed to melt in my arms, allowing me to enter her deeply. It was as if she had been fighting me and now surrendered to my manhood. 

Mom's pills were a distant memory, gathering dust in the medicine cabinet. With my swollen cock lodged within her cervical area, I proceeded to pump my potent baby seed deep inside of her. Whereas the other women were serviced almost mechanically, THIS was an act of love. I never realized that I loved my mom this much, or that I wanted to do anything more than slap her for being so cold. 

As I thought back to nice things she had done for me over the years—things I had forgotten—I kept pumping. My soaring feeling of love kept my balls pumping, getting seed from unknown storage tanks. It was at least five minutes before I finished. I let her go and she literally floated back to her side of the tub. Her hand covered the entrance to her womanly depths, trying to block out the churning waters of the tub that might wash out some welcome intruders in there. 

I had done it! Revenge was mine. These magpies--these 'Heckle and Jeckle' crows--had done quite a few numbers on my psyche over the years; now it was my turn to do a 'number' on them. 

Discretion being the better part of valor, I figured it was now a good time to beat a hasty retreat. I thanked the ladies and turned to go, seeing the safety of my dry robe lying on the glass table next to the tub. As I rose up and stepped out, I heard my mother say:

Mom: "On behalf of the Corona Road Bridge Tramps, I wanted to thank you...JIMMY. Your impression of my hairdresser was pathetic. We were going to let you go through with this: we thought you might be 'micro-equipped' like your father with a three inch 'pointer' and family jewels the size of garden peas. To be honest, when we saw you were hung like a bull, our plans fell apart. I guess YOUR plans won out over our plans. While you were drilling Carla, we had two discussions. All of us agreed on an exciting bet. If you manage to get any one of us pregnant, we will blame it on our wimpy hubbies. If you don't, we will tell our hubbies about YOUR plan and see what the FOUR of them have to say about it."

Well, that was bone chilling. Besides the humiliation, telling four wealthy men that I schemed to knock up their wives would not help my job prospects in that little burgh. And that was just for starters. I now had to sweat it out and hope. Sadly, any one of the ladies could find herself preggers and quietly go to a clinic, leaving that bet in place and me in jeopardy. 

Well, I went to sleep that night praying that at least one, if not all, of the women would be pregnant to save me from disaster. Frankly, I wasn't looking forward to having an open contract put out...on me.

A month later the women had my mom call during a bridge game. They all giggled as mom told me that none of them was in the family way and they were 'gonna tell on me'. I swallowed hard, not relishing what was to come. I asked mom if they were still there, still playing. Apparently they were for another two hours.

I took personal leave time and went to the nearby Walgreen's. I then zoomed over to my parents' home. I had one thin chance. First of all, though, I had to find something out. 

I arrived at my parents' home. There they were, the four conspirators, playing contract bridge. As they taunted me about being up the creek once they told on me, I silenced them as I laid out four home pregnancy tests. I guessed that being in their forties up to fifty, they just figured that there was no need to test. Sure enough, they hadn't! I made them do it and give me the test strip. Well, after the prescribed time plus 30 minutes that bridge table was a sea of blue...all four resembling the azure skies above.

Given that news, mom's three friends got up en masse, ready to stampede to clinics near and far to get them 'cleaned out'. Since I had serviced those sexy hags out of spite and not love, I wasn't overly concerned about their impending use of their 'freedom to choose'. Frankly, I was comfortable if they just ended this whole thing once and for all.

To my utter surprise, my mother chimed in. 

Mom: "Ladies, stop right there. Jimmy, sweetheart, come over here."

I walked over to my mom. She whispered to me. I looked at her in amazement then just followed orders. I stripped off everything I was wearing. Mom proceeded to get my huge cock up to full size; it slapped against me above my navel. Self-conscious, I still did as I was told and flexed my muscles. The other women stared openly at this display of virility. Mom was selling my virtues—literally touting my seed.

Mom: "Ladies, I don't have to point out the lateness of the time on your biological clocks. I also don't have to point out that however hot you think you are, cougars in real life don't bag the hottest guys. Well, the other night you did bag this hot guy; in fact, you now carry his fetus. Sure, you CAN run down and kill it, ending your prospects of being a sexy mommy one last time. OR, you can join me as I proudly let my belly swell with child, then just as proudly give birth. You know your wimpy hubbies. They're dumb enough and vain enough to buy any cover story and take credit for your baby. So please, join me and have my son's baby."

The ladies had a huddle. Beth and Darlene had been won over, but Carla wasn't budging.

Carla: "Sorry Sue, your son is a stud, but there are plenty more out there. I think I'll take the three of us up to the Bay area and quietly get us 'cleaned out'. Hate to ruin your parade and all."

Mom was furious. She considered that a challenge. Mom turned me like a robot towards Carla, who stood at least 12 feet away. With one hand cupping my family jewels, drooping down heavy with seed, her other hand keyholed my lengthy staff. Soon her hand was a blur. I started to moan, my head fell back. Her delicate hand felt my bloated orange sized testes tighten and rise up as they prepared to catapult an insane volume of sperm-laden cum across the room. 




Masquerade Balls



Sure enough, as I made the grunt that Olympic champion weightlifters make, my cock swelled and shot a solid white arc across the room. To her astonishment, Carla was hit smack between the eyes with what felt like a garden hose spray of cum. The incredible spend dripped off her nose, covering her face. Before she could say anything, Darlene and Beth were bombarding her face with kisses, devouring every drop there. Beth ended up kissing Carla which looked so hot that I immediately got re-charged.

The three friends of my mom had another huddle. When they broke, Carla came up to me. She took me by my cock and led me away to mom's bedroom. I pumped a ton of cum into her pregnant depths. I serviced the other two also. The three of them left happy, vowing to have my baby and stick to the cover stories. Whew! My mother had saved the day.

I remained on my mother's bed--exhausted from having serviced three insatiable and sexy older vixens. Gasping for breath, my mom closed the door on the last MILF and came to see what was left of me.

Me: "God, mom, you saved my babies from extinction. I hope that works out...it will if they stick to their stories and convince their worn out hubbies that they had done the deed. What about YOU, mom? Will you keep my baby and convince your 'old man' that he did it. To be honest, THAT is the only baby that really matters to me...I so much want you to have my baby! So, is it going to be babies and a naïve cuckold, or will you be going to the grim reaper clinic in LA?"

Mom: "Sweetheart, the moment that you insisted that I actually test myself and that thing turned blue, I knew that I was going to carry that thing to term. I will proudly give birth and I expect you to be there with me, holding my hand."

Me: "Oh, I definitely will, but won't dad get an idea from that? I mean, what about YOUR cover story?"

Mom smiled, looked down, then gave me a penetrating look with her deep blue eyes.

Mom: "Darling, your father had a vasectomy sixteen years ago." [Oops!]

Well, I found out that my mother really did 'wear the pants in the family'. She laid down the law to him. If he wanted to stay with her, he would have to move into my old bedroom. Since he was retired, he had the time to take care of the pending baby, as well as any others we might have. He could not even touch her unless I permitted it. He could not tell anyone about our arrangement or he was out of the house permanently. Finally, he couldn't object to us making love, even if it was right in front of him. Hearing all of these wonderful conditions, I knew he was leaving. No one would put up with that.

To my surprise, he DID put up with it. He even seemed to relish the juxtaposition of me being the man of the house and him the subservient. My mom had her three nattering nabobs pledged to silence; they were let in on the 'deal'. They were delighted to be served by mom's old cuckold who served them drinks and gnashed his teeth as the new 'man of the house' kissed the swollen bellies of his little harem of four MILF's. Mom's 'old man' took good care of the first born and the other beautiful babies that mom gave birth to. We had planned on adding a fifth and final child to our little gang of four. To our surprise and joy, mom had to deal with quadruplets on our 'final go round', leaving us with a wonderful total of eight.

It wasn't exactly the plan I had made, but it was pretty swell, nonetheless.