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The Masque

By: Paul44



The summer's evening was warm enough for everyone's appreciation. Though summer it was not unknown for it to rain and be generally miserable but tonight it promised to be one of those magical evenings that would be perfect. The week had been full of preparations for the Earl of L---------'s Masque and Ball. Those happy few with invitations remembered other amusements and acts, planned for a magnificent night of entertainment and indulgence, those who had never been before had wondered what the night would bring and listened with awe at the descriptions of other Masques.

To be invited meant that you were considered to be an appreciator of hedonism at a most sophisticated level and that you were one of the magnificent few who were the cream of that rarefied level of society that was composed of the bluest bloods and richest and most powerful of people. It was for these that the Edwardian age was the apogee of existence.

Marquees and temporary shelters dotted the grounds as the servants set out well-appointed tables and chairs. The gardeners had provided flowering beds and under the eye of their overseer had refurbished the boats and barges of the ornamental lake as well as the stands and props for the amusements there. The butler had organised the entertainers that had travelled from London into their dormitories and had ensured that their costumes were of the highest quality. In the kitchen there were three French cooks busily preparing delights to tempt the most sated palate. New fancies were created that had not been tried before by any other person. Sculptures of ice and spun sugar were created and dispatched to their stands waiting for the greedy eye and hand to devour.

In the afternoon the guests began to arrive in their automobiles. The engines roaring and coughing as they discharged their masters and their mistresses, sometimes mistress could be taken literally. They were greeted by discrete valets who ushered them to their rooms where instructions and costume lay waiting for their perusal and wearing. Many a laugh was had as they were told of the theme and the house became a babble of excitement and curiosity as they waited for the evening bell and what it would bring forth.

Then as the shadows lengthened and the bell of the clock s struck five servants with bells hurried through the halls summoning the guests to repast and entertainments. Behind the scurrying servants came stalking faerie folk . The guests in diaphanous gowns, brief tunics and delicate silken wings left their rooms and sought the huge marquee that was filled to overflowing with food and drink. To there came men and women walked with sublime grace to their faerie lit grotto.

For the theme of tonight was the Faerie Realm and their lords. Servants dressed in shifts and clothes of transparent weave offered assistance and ushered their charges to their appointed place. There were thirty of these charges and they waited for what was to come. A dull metallic roar filled the space as trumpets joined the ruckus to introduce the Earl and his lady as Oberon and Titania, King and Queen of the Faerie Folk.

His head topped with a crown of cunningly constructed gold and silver leaves and flowers he looked out at his subjects. His chest bare and hairless he was clothed in cloth of gold trousers that hugged his muscular thighs but left his large cock free to dangle in the air unencumbered by false modesty and there to be admired by his subjects, he looked every inch a barbarian faerie king. Hand in hers he led his Titania, her dress was of silver and was cut away from her large firm breasts that were covered in a loose necklace of pearls and diamonds that showed off her milky white flesh and coral pink nipples to magnificent effect. Between her naked breasts a single strand of silver was clipped to the hard and long nipples. Her crown though less ornate was a thing of beauty made of silver.

Seated on their thrones and the gloom overthrown by the golden light of the torches that lit this place the King and Queen wished their guests a joyous time and that they indulge themselves with unhindered passion and desire as they toasted to this night. The toast was taken up with clarity and enthusiasm by their subjects and food flowed through the marquee carried by new servants dressed as satyrs and nymphs.

All agreed later that this was a magical night, a night for joy, indulgence and all that can be considered Hedonism. The satyrs brought wine, rich, dark and fulfilling that any can drink and take their joy of and joy there was that night. The satyrs were even more naked that there lord only wearing naked leggings allowing both cock and ass free air. As they pass the drinks faerie hands touch and fondle the offered flesh, even a mouth will kiss and caress and the satyrs will accept either a man's or woman's hand and mouth. 

Also there were nymphs, young bare breasted girls who moved between the tables, their thighs flashing and their saucy gazes lingering which brought many a hand to tweak playfully at their breasts and fingers to comb the delightful glade beneath their transparent chiffon feeling the wetness there. Ah what delights to come when the nymphs and the satyrs are taken and enjoyed. Yet even with this temptation most wait for what else the night will bring, for the sacrifice to summer that is whispered of. 

With another flourish of the trumpets more food descended upon those dressed as faerie folk to the oohs and ahhs of the delighted company.First came the scantily dressed satyrs and nymphs who offered cunningly wrought hors d'oeuvre made of shrimp, ham and other fresh cool meats and fruits. Oysters could be had by the bushel load, pomegranates were offered and eaten as a man eats a cunt, sucking with his lips and using his tongue to reach the most intimate of places. 

Yet this was only the start of the orgy of food that was to be offered. It seemed that only a couple of minutes before well-muscled men clad only in chamois loin-cloths carried in whole carcasses of beef and lamb their cooked meat covered in their preserved skins. Also came roasted swan, wild boar and other things that few had seen before. The tables before them groaned beneath the weight of the offerings as the guests descended on them in ravenous hunger. As they ate juices ran over their chins soaking their soft silks they wore with warm fats and sauces. 

As they ate entertainers moved between the tables juggling and singing, yet all the entertainment was of a sexual nature. The singers were naked save for a small loin cloth, dancers in transparent rags would dance in the most extravagant and sexual manner offering themselves to the diners who looked at these creatures with cynical yet interested eyes. The jugglers tossed and played with artificial cocks and cunts, wrought with silk and leather, sometimes a hand would seize one of the flying objects and it would find a willing cunt to be thrust into or a cock to thrust through it until wet with cum and sexual juice it would be returned to the juggler.

Smoothly the meats and boiled vegetables disappeared to be replaced by tart sorbets and cloyingly sweet desserts and trifles that were barely touched. All were feeling a deep fulfilment with their food and now they looked to other delights to enjoy. The trumpets called the gathering to notice and the king and queen rose in their lavish dress and led their company to the amusements that waited beside the ornamental lake. Satyrs and nymphs led their willing charges to the couches atop Persian carpets where they lay watching the stage near their place of rest. 

Some were naked for they had removed their food stained costumes and many were idly playing with their sex or with the sex of someone near them. Pleasure filled the air and the perfume of excited bodies wafted teasingly about them. Music rose from the lake as naked musicians played from a barge on the water. Lights flared and highlighted the naked woman that rose from the dark still waters. 

Magnificent breasts jutted from her chest as she rose, the water cascaded off them its droplets sparkling in the light as it dropped to the water below, her nipples large and protuberant. Every man and woman wanted to wrap their lips about those nipples. to taste their sweetness on their tongues. Each step exposed her even more and soon they saw the dark shadows of her black pubic hair, her legs had a pleasing plumpness without being fat. Many muttered about Aphrodite rising from the waters but then decided no for this woman was dark-haired above and below. A sound startled the meandering thoughts of the crowd as the reeds next to this beauteous damsel shook.

Slowly the reeds parted to exposed a feathered limb and then another until a well-muscled man stood naked but for feathers attached to fake wings stood in front of the watchers. The woman watched him and slowly danced towards him. To the music in the air the two of them danced around each other barely touching but showing greater arousal towards the other. The man's cock grew until it seemed to be unnaturally large and wide. Then with his hand about her slender waist he lowered her to the soft grass and opened her legs so that her cunt lips were exposed and ready for him. No one saw but all could imagine what a beautiful wet cunt she would have, a cunt begging to be fucked and taken.

Yet before her cunt was to be taken he would take her mouth with his rampant cock and his cock rested on her lips. Her mouth opened a little and her tongue touched his cock, it touched and felt the slit at the tip and it explored the arrow of his glans. Her mouth opened and he pushed his cock into the open orifice and as he pushed himself into her mouth all saw her hands rubbing vigorously between her legs. How the jaded company imagined her folded and wet cunt-lips, thought of her erect clitoris and how it must be so tight with that delightful pressure that would throb through her body and how her body must pulse with unmet need. It was all too much for some and they brought the satyrs and nymphs to them their hands at their sexes and not watching anymore they bade the magical creatures suck them off and bring them to satisfaction.

Those who were not naked pulled aside the thin cloth covering their sexes and bade the servants feast themselves. Willing lips took cocks into their mouths copying the thrusting action of the swan man below. Between the women's legs eager tongues slipped and explored the hot, glistening lips and delved deeply into the depths that were covered by them. Cries and groans shot through the air mixing with the soft, slowness of the music that surrounded the lake. To quieten the sound cocks were thrust into the mouths of those in pleasure and be it man or woman how they enjoyed the feel of something pressed between their lips.

Below them the man almost ready moved with a dancers grace and speed gathering his Leda's legs into his hands and pulling her delightfully plump haunches just a little into the air before plunging his magnificent cock deep into her cunt. She cried with that delicious mix of pleasure and lust as she felt his cock push and strike her cervix, again and again his cock shot forward touching her cunt intimately, his groin grinding against hers, touching and massaging her clit which exploded with the orgasms that her body created. Then he cried with delight as his cum shot through his cock and drawing out the rod he squirted the hot cum over her breasts and waiting belly, an ocean of cum flooded into her navel and then over her body.

A few watched this masterful display of fucking but more enjoyed the feel of bodies pressed to their own. Of fondling bodies and of being fondled they took their wicked delight, they tasted cocks and sometimes cunts on their lips. Mouths drew their cum from their bodies as the poison of a snake is drawn from a wound. Hot white cream was shot into mouths and throats that swallowed the load without complaint and with satisfaction of a job well done. 

A sharp trumpet flourish clawed into the air filled with groans and cries of delight and with out a word and sound their lovers left them as the king and queen of their Masque stood. Smiling they called their guests to them and led them to stand around two couches decorated with sweet scented petals. Behind the couches was a tent made of purple velvet. 

With a nod of their heads two blonde nymphs their breasts exposed and their loins covered parted the doorway of the tent to expose a young man and young woman clothed in virginal white. The guests murmured their approval for this was to be a virgin sacrifice to follow the taking of Leda by Zeus in the form of a swan. As the nymphs brought forward the man and the satyrs brought forward the woman they were amazed at the beauty. They radiated such innocent joy and all knew that this would be a special thing for them.

The King and Queen came for them and took them by their hands. The Queen guiding the man, no he was a mere youth of eighteen his head covered in thick black hair, his eyes a piercing blue and a chin of surpassing strength below lips of sensual form. Slipping her hands to the knots at his shoulders she pulled just the once to free the cloth to fall to the ground exposing his nakedness to the delighted throng. They marvelled at his muscled chest and thighs. The admired his firm, taut buttocks of surpassing whiteness. They gasped for between his legs barely covered by a lavish growth of black curls was a large soft cock that promised a long, thick ramrod to pierce with pleasure the Queens cunt. 

Taking him by the hand she led him to the couch covered in cloth of gold and sat him before her. With a flick of her finger she called the nymphs to her and whispered in their ears. Pleased smiles appeared on their faces and they moved onto the interested man. One straddled his body and pressed him to lie on the couch as she pressed her nipple to his lips. His mouth opened and quickly he began to lick and suckle at the milky orb he was offered, as he did this the other woman was bent over his magnificent virgin cock and began her loving kisses on the soft flesh. 

As he felt their lips upon his body his cock grew and became a true rod of imposing size and majesty waiting to be thrust into a cunt of importance. Seated on her seat the Queen had hiked her dress about her hips her legs open and between her legs a man and woman were licking and massaging her inner thighs, her cunt-lips and cunt itself. Their clever tongues flicking her clit and giving her small orgasms that grew in strength as her body grew more aroused as she watched her lover being prepared for her use.

Seated on his chair the King watched the young blonde woman brought to him, her pale blue eyes shone with lust as she watched her brother being aroused and prepared . Her lips bent in cupid's lips as she felt the satyrs fingers undo the knots that held her dress to her body. Silently it slipped from her shoulders and gathered as a white pool at her feet. How the sight of her naked beauty aroused the jades who watched her, jades who caressed and were caressed by those about them. For some this was too much to bear and they had begun their pleasures. Some had pulled someone beneath them, cocks were being thrust into hot wet cunts. Some women rode cocks and felt hands on their breasts kneading the sensitive flesh of their nipples. 

Seated and watching as his guests enjoyed the pleasures of satyr and nymph the King smiled as he watched them lick, kiss and fuck everything that moved, their groans and sighs an orchestra of pleasure in the air. Smiling he turned his eyes to his Queen who rose and shrugged off her dress standing naked before him save for her jewels that sparkled in the torchlight about her breasts. Stepping lightly she stepped beside the couch and the prepared youth who waited for her. Taking his cock in her slender fist she pumped it up and down and straddled his body. 

His sister watched as the woman straddled his groin and settled slowly on top of his cock. His cock that parted her lips and filled her cunt with hard powerful flesh. The young girl ached for touch on her firm full breasts, her nipples were hard and she sighed in ecstasy as lips touched the pink mountains and her legs were opened as they lay her on the soft couch. Ripe young haunches were pulled up and open so that a nymph could settle between the young virgin's thighs and gently touch her cunt with her lips. How those who watched enjoyed the girl's orgasms as sapphic caresses made her ready for the King to show her the pleasure of his cock.

Knowing that she was ready he rose his cock hard and ready for her, prepared by the nymph who had been sucking and massaging his cock and balls. As he walked to her the nymph and satyr rose and took her legs in their hands. They held them up so that her cunt glistening and ready with their saliva and juice was open to the King. Naked he came to her, around him the guests took pleasures of their own. They had become a squirming, writhing mass of flesh, flesh that groaned and sighed with pleasures, cocks fucked open cunts and asses, tongues licked breast, cock and cunt. 

The satyr and nymph waited and the King moved between her legs and guided his cock to the glistening, gleaming flesh that poked through the sparse hair that covered her pubis. Slowly he eased his cock through her lips until it struck that thin membrane that was her maidenhood and stretched it. As she felt it tug a cock slid along the lips of her mouth and mouths attached themselves to her breasts giving her the sense of pleasure as her maidenhood was stretched and weakened.

Near her couch, her brother's cock thrust in and out of the pulsing cunt of the Queen and he felt his cock massaged as he feasted on her breasts. Then he felt the tightening of his balls and the sharp shock that created intense pleasure as his cum shot deep into her cunt. Grinding hard against his body she sucked his cum from him using her cunt muscles. Slowly they stopped and he slipped from her arms as his soft cock slipped from her body. Smiling gently she rose and signalled to satyrs and nymphs to come to her. men and women came to her, all too quickly she found herself on the soft grass and her legs parted as a cock was placed at the entrance of her cunt and thrust hard into her slippery cum filled cunt and began to fuck her with vigour.

Near them his sister felt her maidenhead burst and the cock thrust deep into her cunt and it began the slow rhythmic thrusting that overcame the discomfort of the ripping apart of her virginity and began the slow burning arousal that grew ever stronger in intensity until her body burnt with the pleasure that finally drove out her breath as she came with an intensity that she had never thought possible, as she came she felt his body stiffen and heat flow into her cunt as he came in her. Softly and slowly he withdrew from her and kissed her gently on the brow as she smiled at him.

Lifting her body he led her into the throng of bodies and to those who would welcome her into this august company. Hands pulled her down to join them and she felt her legs parted and a cock driven deeply into her hot cunt. The King again rampant now joined his guests on the couches and caressed and fondled their offered bodies whilst feeling lips take his cock into their mouth.

For the remainder of this magic night they sated themselves until exhausted they were led to the house and beds to sleep in. Some wondered what the entertainment of next year's summer would bring.

The Masquerade



Samantha sighed as she sank down into the hot water in the tub. The last thing she wanted to do was to go to a boring office party tonight. She had a very long week at work and just wanted to stay at home this weekend. Her boss had come into her office Wednesday just before she was leaving and tossed an invitation on her desk, and politely asked her to go the party this Friday. Of course, she had to, seeing as how she didn’t want to irritate her boss. She was first up for a big promotion next month and didn’t want to screw up her chances at it. What made it worse was that when she looked after the invitation, she noticed that it was a masquerade party. Of all things, she thought. 

Samantha lay in the bathtub thinking of the evening ahead. The only thing of interest to her was that she was hoping that sexy fresh-out-of-school guy they hired into the law firm would be there. She had her eye on him for a couple weeks now, and she’s noticed his eyes on her as well. Samantha giggled to herself at the thought of his sexy hands all over her body. He was definitely one of the handsomest men she had seen in a very long time and would love a chance to be with him, even if it was for just a night. After thinking about him for a little while, she felt more enthusiastic about going to the party tonight. 

Samantha got out of the bathtub, dried herself off and went to go put on her makeup. Samantha looked at herself in the mirror when she was finished. Her piercing blue eyes were done up perfectly and her long dark hair was put up in a loose french roll with curls spilling out. She smiled and went to the bedroom to put on the outfit that she picked up from the costume shop. It was a tight, black dress with long sleeves and a slit almost up to the top of her thigh. She thought it was perfect for tonight, it would definitely draw attention. She slipped the dress onto her 5’7” slim frame. It looked great on her, just enough cleavage to create curiosity. She grabbed her mask and her purse, did a last minute check on herself, and went downstairs and out to her car. 

Samantha drove down the tree-lined street, straining to see the house numbers in the dark. Finally after about 5 minutes on that one street, she found her bosses house and parked along the street behind a long line of cars. Samantha took out her leather mask and tied it on behind her head. She looked in the mirror and adjusted the mask over her eyes, and touched up her lipstick. Well, here we go she thought as she got out of the car and walked up the sidewalk towards the house. 

Samantha knocked on the door and her boss answered and gave her a hug. She could tell he had already drank quite a bit. She smiled and walked into the big living room. She had never been to his house and was amazed at how extravagant it was. 

The living room was filled with people everywhere and there was a jazz band playing over in the corner of the room. The room was adorned with a large marble fireplace, beautiful wooden floors and ivory sofas with gold pillows. The room had a vaulted ceiling and walls that were painted a rich cream with beautiful paintings on them which appeared to be by famous artists. She didn’t realize that her boss was this well off. 

Samantha kept her eye out for the cute lawyer she was hoping would be here, but it was difficult to tell who was who. Everyone had on extravagant costumes with masks that made it very difficult to tell people apart. She could only tell who one person was, and that was by her bleached blond hair and oversized breasts. Samantha sighed, and walked over to the huge bar at the end of the room and asked for a white wine. She took her glass and sauntered off to talk to various co-workers and tried to make small talk but eventually got bored and irritated. It’s not like she could see anyone’s faces either. Samantha said goodbye to whom she was talking with and went to the bar to get her last wine, when she noticed someone standing in the corner of the room staring at her. Samantha looked at the person in the corner and tried to make out a face. She couldn’t even tell. The person had a full mask on, and she couldn’t tell if it was even a man or a woman. Samantha drunkenly stood there staring. Samantha looked away, embarrassed. What if that was him she thought. After all the alcohol she had, she started to get aroused at the thought. 

Samantha looked back, but the person was gone. Disappointed, Samantha strained to see where the person went. There was no sign of the person. Samantha started to walk towards where the person was, and into the kitchen. Nobody. She didn’t understand why she was so curious now, she’s not usually like that. Samantha went and tried to mingle again and her boss caught her eye and started to walk towards her. O great, Samantha thought. After a long 20 minute session of listening to the new proposal, Samantha excused herself and went to find the washroom. She maneuvered past a group of drunk businessmen and eventually found the washroom at the end of a surprisingly long hallway. Samantha went into the bathroom and tried to find her lipstick in her purse. Finding it, she started to touch up her lips and started to think of where her mystery person could have gone. Samantha washed her hands, and started to go out the door. Out of the corner of her eye, there was movement by one of the bedroom doors. Samantha looked, and saw a finger motioning over to her. Samantha looked to see if it was her mystery person, and not seeing anything, she looked down the hall and saw nobody. She just heard the faint noise coming from the living room. She looked back, and the person was standing in the doorway of a dark room, motioning to her again. Samantha wouldn’t have started to walk towards the door if she had not been drinking, but she was curious and aroused at the same time. 

She walked towards her mystery person cautiously and smelt the faint smell of shared arousal. The person gently took Samantha’s hand. The hand was soft and held with a strong grip, which was almost dominating. Samantha started to get led into a dark room, only moonlight shone faintly through closed curtains. All of a sudden, her hand was let go, and Samantha looked around furiously trying to find the person who brought her in the room. She saw no movement, felt nothing around her. A few seconds later, she felt something behind her. She felt breath on her neck. Samantha closed her eyes in anticipation. Lips began being gently moved across the back of her neck, and down onto her shoulder which made Samantha shiver. The lips started gently kissing her neck and then up to her ear. The silky lips kissed her ear ever so gently and the softest of tongues glided across her ear lobe. Samantha wanted to turn around and confront whoever was doing this to her, but she felt planted in place. 

Suddenly she felt a pair of arms softly touch her hips as she was brought in closer. The hands started to slide around her waist and up towards her large breasts. The hands started to gently caress and search for her erect nipples. Samantha’s breathing started to get quicker and she wanted to know who was doing this to her. Samantha started to turn around but she was stopped and was turned back the way she was. Frustrated, Samantha obliged. The mystery person found Samantha’s nipples and stroked them to firm peaks underneath the thin material. The hands moved gracefully over the front of Samantha’s body and up to her face. Samantha’s face was gently touched and the hands went over her lips and Samantha gently took one of the fingers in her mouth and suckled softly. Samantha tried to turn around again, and was happy when she wasn’t stopped this time. Samantha attempted to remove the person’s mask, but the other person wouldn’t let her. Samantha was growing more curious. 

Samantha was in a state of shock and if she hadn’t been drinking, she would not be here with whoever this was. Something kept her there. 

Samantha felt hands sliding up her back, and her dress started being unzipped very slowly. Samantha could only see the person’s eyes, and they were looking at her with lust and anticipation. Samantha’s dress fell to the floor only to reveal her black lace bra and panties. The person’s eyes stared with want and desire, as hands gently cupped Samantha’s large breasts, slowly caressing every part of them. Samantha looked up at the person, and had to feel their lips touch. Samantha put her hands on the other persons face and slowly drew their lips together and shared in the most passionate kiss Samantha had ever experienced. It seemed like an hour before they both released the kiss and Samantha was completely breathless. 

When Samantha looked back up, she was being drawn to the large white satin covered bed just behind them. Samantha was gently laid down and the other person lay down beside her. When Samantha attempted to speak, she was quickly motioned to not say a word. Samantha was going crazy with wonderment of who this person was, but was being faded ever so quickly by her building arousal. Whoever this was, Samantha wanted to share everything with tonight. 

They just lied their, sharing the most passionate kisses Samantha could ever imagine. Samantha’s whole body was on fire and wanted more, and the other person sensed that. Before Samantha knew it, her bra was completely off and her breasts were being suckled on with expert lips. Samantha arched her back and her breathing quickened once again. The person explored every part of her breasts, neck and face, which left Samantha in total helplessness to the person. Samantha didn’t know if it was arousing her so much because she didn’t know who the person was, or if it was just the alcohol. Maybe both she thought. Samantha reached up for the persons face. 

“Please tell me who you are,” Samantha asked. 

The other person just touched Samantha’s face tenderly and leaned in to kiss her. Hands went over her belly and down over Samantha’s skimpy lace panties. Fingers started skimming over top the panties. Slowly, the fingers started massaging harder and focused on Samantha’s hard clit. Samantha couldn’t help but moan, this was just too arousing. The fingers probed gently, over and over until Samantha almost stopped breathing. Samantha was almost on the brink of a tremendous orgasm, but wanted to wait. Samantha’s hands started to go over the other persons back, up to undo the costume. She slowly unzipped it, and found the persons back. She ran her hands down and over to uncover the costume. Samantha wished it wasn’t so dark in the room, she wanted to see everything. 

Before Samantha could finish taking off the costume, the other person stopped cold and grabbed her hand. Confused, Samantha obeyed. All of a sudden, Samantha’s hand was guided to the other person’s chest, and over a pair of firm breasts. Samantha’s hand jerked back and was full of surprise. How could she have been so stupid she thought. But before she could say anything, the other person leaned in to kiss Samantha, and gently stroked her hair, as if telling her it was ok. Samantha melted again with the touch of her lips. As they kissed, Samantha was thinking how she had never wanted to be with a woman, and didn’t understand why she was staying in the bed with her. Their bodies were melded together as they kissed, and Samantha could never remember feeling so safe and secure. 

Samantha couldn’t just leave now, she may never have this chance again, or feel this way again. Samantha’s curious hands went up to explore the girls face, and wanted to take of the mask, and hers as well, but still, she was motioned not to. Samantha pouted and just wanted a peek of this woman. 

The woman’s hand returned to Samantha’s soaking wet panties. This time, she went straight under the panties, and removed them with one quick move. She moved Samantha’s legs apart and rubbed her clit ever so gently, that Samantha was almost going into a frenzy. She went faster and harder by the second. Samantha was moaning so hard, she was surprised that nobody from the party had come to see what was going on. The woman stopped and started to kiss Samantha’s breasts, all the way down her belly, and lay down between her legs. She started gently kissing Samantha’s pussy and inner thighs, licking her way back up to her wet pussy. Samantha was going crazy and just wanted her to lick every part of her. The woman’s tongue found Samantha’s awaiting clit, and started to gently but firmly caress it. Samantha couldn’t stop moaning, as her orgasm got closer by the second. She was moving frantically up towards the woman’s face when all of a sudden, she broke out into the most amazing orgasm imaginable. Samantha didn’t stop shaking for over 5 minutes, and was breathless. 

Samantha woke from her trance, and realized the woman was lying beside her again, and Samantha wanted to do for her what she just experienced. Not knowing exactly what to do, Samantha just went by intuition. She carefully removed the costume the woman was wearing. The costume had covered absolutely everything, even her hair. She tossed it onto the floor as she got on top of the other woman, and straddled her. She looked down at the woman and gently outlined her bra-covered breasts. Samantha reached up to feel the woman’s hair, which was silky and curly. Samantha found a pair of nipples and caressed them until they were hard. The woman started moaning gently and Samantha undid the woman’s bra to reveal beautiful firm breasts. Samantha took them in her hands and leaned down to take a nipple into her mouth. The woman’s skin tasted like honey and Samantha wanted to taste every part of her. Samantha explored the woman’s breasts with wonderment, all the while building heat was growing between their grinding pussies. Samantha moved down over the woman’s belly, circling her tongue around her belly button. The woman moaned as she thrust her pussy gently up. Samantha was nervous and aroused at the same time, and wondered what her pussy would feel and taste like. 
 Samantha moved her face down over the panties of the other woman. She kissed the top of her pussy and caressed her inner thighs. The woman was arching her back and breathing hard in anticipation of Samantha’s tongue. Samantha gently moved down the woman’s panties. She stared at the nicely trimmed pussy that awaited her. It smelled sweet, like honey, and Samantha slowly put her tongue over the clit, pushing down hard enough to have the woman thrust up at her face. Samantha slowly circled the hard clit, and when the woman’s moans got louder, Samantha went faster and faster. Samantha took two fingers, and found the woman’s hole. She slowly inserted her fingers and explored the whole inside of the woman’s pussy. All of a sudden, the whole bed seemed as though it would cave in. The woman’s orgasm shook the bed and juices went all over Samantha’s mask. 
After the woman’s breathing went back to normal, Samantha went back up to the woman’s face, and they shared in another kiss. Samantha stroked the woman’s hair and looked in her eyes, trying to place who it could be. 

The other woman obviously wanted more. She sat up and turned herself around to the end of the bed. She took Samantha’s legs, and scissored them with hers and started grinding their pussies together. They joined together for the next hour, sharing orgasm after orgasm. Eventually, they found their way back to each other’s faces, and fell asleep in each other’s arms. All Samantha remembered before she fell asleep was the scent of the woman. 

Samantha awoke with a throbbing headache. She just realized what had happened. She frantically searched for a clock somewhere in the room, and saw that it was 4 in the morning. She scanned the room to find the woman she spent the night with but she wasn’t in the room at all. Frustrated and embarrassed, Samantha got up and almost fell over because of her headache. She grabbed her clothes and went into the bathroom to get dressed. She was more concerned with getting out of the house without being seen. It was her boss’s house after all. After she got dressed, she was going to go out into the hall, where she noticed something on the dresser. There was a bright red rose sitting on the dresser that wasn’t there before. Samantha picked it up and saw a note beside it. It read: “I will find you again my love”. Samantha gave a small smile. Samantha went out to the hall, and past the messy living room and out to her car without being seen. 

On Monday Samantha sat at her desk, still thinking about Friday night. She was still in shock about the whole thing. She had forgot about that cute new lawyer and just thought about this woman that she spent the night with. Samantha didn’t remember every detail, but she could remember the distinct smell of the woman. Her perfume mixed with the scent of her skin was a smell Samantha would never forget. Samantha wanted to find this woman again and share that experience with her again, but part of her was still in denial about it. She had never really had sexual thoughts about women but now, she wanted to be with that woman. Samantha shook her head, and went about her work. 

Just before lunch, her boss knocked on the door and entered. With him was a young girl about 24 years old. She had a beautiful body and blonde curly hair that was tied back. Her eyes were a piercing blue. 

“Samantha, I want you to meet my daughter”. Samantha’s boss said. 

Samantha looked up at the woman as she came in to shake her hand. Samantha looked up at the woman as she came in to shake her hand. Samantha looked up and shook the woman's hand. The woman slightly leaned in and Samantha smelled a familiar scent and realized who the woman was.

“My name is Jessica, nice to meet you.” She said as she lingered with the handshake. 

All Samantha did was smile and stare into her eyes, almost melting on the spot. 

“Nice to meet you Jessica, my name is Samantha.” 

Jessica looked at her with a wink and a smile. 

“I know.”



The Masquerade



THE invitation came in the mail on a Wednesday. It was in a cream-coloured envelope with bold sweeping red letters that spelled out our last name and address. It was mixed in with the in-coming bills and advertisements that piled up daily. I almost missed it, but then I noticed the crinkly kind of paper that the envelope was made from. I quickly opened it and pulled out a rather ornate looking invitation. It read:





The Masquerade



His father grinned. “Yes it will. Do you have a problem with that?” His father dared him to say differently.

Looking down at Kathryn, Vin smiles. “No sir. I have no problem with making Kathryn my wife tonight.” 

They joined the priest in the center of the ballroom, while the guests stood at the edges and watched the scene unfold. Servants brought glasses of wine around so they could toast the bride and groom as well as the incoming New Year.

The priest performed the ceremony, and as midnight arrived, Markus St. Vincent and Kathryn Belmont were pronounced as husband and wife. The orchestra played a slow waltz, and Vin took her into his arms, dancing around the ballroom.

Kathryn looked into his dark eyes. “Are you pleased, my lord?”

“Extremely,” he replied, giving her a sinfully sexy smile.

“You said earlier that you did not know. Are you jesting or truly you did not know?”

“I truly did not know. When I first saw you last night, something inside of me shifted and I didn’t know what to make of it. That’s why I left so abruptly. And then when we danced, I thought that I could get you off of my mind, but that only made things worse.”

“I am sorry for that,” she says, a little disheartened.

“No, Kathryn. I didn’t mean it like that. I meant it in a good way. It made me want to be with you and nobody else. And last night when I visited your chamber, I honestly had no idea that it was you.”

“So, do you make it a habit to visit young maiden’s rooms at night?”

Deciding to be honest with her, he replies “Until last night, yes. But no more.”

“I can accept that,” she says. 

They danced for the rest of the song, and then made their way towards the stairs so they could retire for the evening.

His father stopped them. “Son, I’m proud of you.”

“I should be furious at you right now, but that is one emotion I am not feeling.”

“Oh? And what are you feeling?” his father asks.

“Happiness. A wise old man once told me that happiness can be found in the most unexpected places.” Vin hugs his father. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he answers, watching them walk up the stairs. “Oh, by the way,” he adds, causing Vin and Kathryn to pause and turn around. “I expect my first grandchild before the end of the year,” he says, grinning.

Vin looks down at his angel and replies, “Oh, I don’t think that’s going to be a problem, do you, my lady?”

“No, my lord, I do not think that there will be a problem with that,” she answers, remembering the passion they shared last night.

Tyler’s laughter could be heard throughout the ballroom.

Eleven months later, Markus Tyler St. Vincent was born.



The Masquerade



Last Halloween, my friend Jen held a Halloween masquerade. Never one to pass up the opportunity for a party, I quickly mailed back the RSVP after receiving the invitation in the mail about a month prior to the holiday. I didn't have a clue what I'd wear, but I was certain I could find something with the aid of the local costume shop.

The following Saturday, I headed downtown to browse around and see if anything caught my eye. 

After spending several hours in the store, I found a cute Cleopatra costume with a long, slinky gold dress. I liked the idea of changing my normally blonde, curly locks by donning a black wig and thought my hours in the tanning booth would help pull off the Egyptian bronzed skin. I immediately rented the costume and began to look forward to the upcoming event. 

When I arrived at Jen's Halloween night, the house was packed. Her husband answered the door, dressed as a butler. Even though he was masked, as were all the other guests, Jen and I had spoken earlier in the week and talked about our costumes. She told me then that she and Brian had decided to attire themselves as servants for the evening. He was the butler, and she was the maid. She casually asked what I'd be wearing, so I told her. 

I spotted Jen when I stepped into the living room and walked over to say hello and ask if she needed any help with anything. I'm rather polite that way. She thanked me, of course, and said no because they had hired a caterer. The catering staff walked around serving drinks and appetizers. Jen told me to just go dance, grab a drink and have fun. 

All the guests enjoyed mingling and using their masks to their advantage as they flirted and cajoled one another in ways most of us wouldn't have done otherwise. I was standing near the fireplace, opposite the foyer, having a drink and conversing with Cinderella and Prince Charming. From my vantage point, I could easily see the comings and goings of the many people who filtered in and out of the room. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a tall, tanned, dark-haired man dressed as Mark Antony entering the room. I was amused at this turn of events, since I hadn't brought a date to pose as the other half of the Shakespearean tragic couple. I noticed right away that he seemed to be lacking the female half of the duo. A quick glance at his left hand indicated he wasn't married, unless he just didn't wear a ring. Brian strode over to greet him with a hearty handshake. He was probably someone with whom Brian worked, I remember thinking. 

I also remember thinking that this man had one hell of a body. He was at least 6'2"; broad shouldered and had a wide chest, besides his solidly muscular arms and legs. I watched as he and Brian chatted. When he smiled, his white, straight teeth were a perfect compliment to his tanned skin. I could tell he was handsome, even behind the mask. There was no question in my mind; I wanted to meet this man. 

I was just about to excuse myself from the company of Cinderella and her Prince when I got the introduction I'd hoped for, but it wasn't in the way I had intended. I was taken aback when he suddenly appeared at my side, momentarily towering over my 5'5" frame. Then he knelt down on one knee and very loudly proclaimed his undying love.

"Cleopatra, my darling!" he exclaimed with wide-open arms. He took my hand and kissed it repeatedly. "How I've been longing for you, my love. What a pleasant surprise to find you here. Have you missed me as much as I have missed you?" 

My cheeks were flaming with an embarrassed blush as everyone turned around to stare and good-naturedly laugh at his outlandishness. I decided to play along with him. 

"Antony, my sweet! My heart has been aching to see you again and be in your arms. Come to me, my love," I dramatically proclaimed and opened my arms to receive him. 

Not missing a beat, he rose to his feet and wrapped his arms around me, then proceeded to plant a breath-takingly deep kiss on my mouth, which elicited a chorus of whooping and hollering from the others watching our little exchange. We both laughed as he turned and told everyone jokingly to go back to their business and leave us alone, while he kept his arm securely around my shoulders. Naturally, this brought on more laughter from the witnesses to our drama. They did turn back to their conversations, but not before getting in a few friendly "way to go" comments from the men and "why don't you ever do that for me?" remarks from the women. 

I laughed and teased him with a smile on my face. "That's quite an approach you have. Do you often go around making declarations of love and kissing strange women?" 

He shook his head and clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth with a sigh. "I've only tried this twice," he replied solemnly. 

Not missing the stolen movie line in his answer, I asked, "Oh? How did you do?" 

In Tom Cruise fashion, he answered with mock seriousness, "I crashed and burned on the first try. It wasn't pretty." 

"And the second?" 

"I don't know, but it's looking pretty good so far. Ask me again in the morning." 

I had to laugh again. "Okay, Mr. Antony. Pick a century here and stick with it. We aren't quite dressed for Top Gun." I smiled. "In the morning, hm? My, aren't you sure of yourself?" 

His brown eyes gazed at me almost unnervingly from behind his mask. "No, just hopeful." His lips upturned in a slow smile that exuded sensuality. 

I started to introduce myself to take my mind off his enormous sex appeal and the fluttering of my insides. He pressed a finger to my lips to silence me. 

"Not yet," he spoke softly. "This is a masquerade, after all. There will be plenty of time for that later. Now, I would like to dance with you. Would you do me the honor?" 

"Fair enough, my Roman ruler," I answered with a twinge of sadness at not being able to find out more about him. "I would love to dance." 

He smiled and I felt that familiar twitching again, having been long denied attention other than from my fingers or dildo. He took my hand and led me to the dining room; the designated dance floor. His arm snaked around my waist and he held me securely as we danced to a slow song. It didn't help to calm the gnawing hunger in my pussy, being that close to him. 

We chatted about ourselves without giving too much away. I found out he did indeed work with Brian. I explained that Jen and I had been friends since grade school. Conversation was light and pleasant and I found myself enjoying his company tremendously. I was completely at ease and lost in our dialogue, leaving the thought of physical longings behind, but not too far behind.

When the dance was over, he placed his hand on the small of my back and led me out onto the deck to continue our talk. It was a beautiful evening. The stars shined down brightly from the velvet backdrop of the clear night sky. The weather was cool, but not unreasonably so, considering the time of year. 

He was an avid listener and conversationalist. As we talked, he often touched my arm or my back in a gentle way. I felt my pussy flutter again and I shivered involuntarily. A courteous gentleman, he attentively noticed the shudder and rubbed my arms with his warm hands, then casually slipped his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. 

"By the way," he said. "I didn't mention it earlier, but that was a wonderful kiss we shared when I arrived." 

"Yes it was. It was perfect," I spoke the words aloud without thinking, then smiled rather shyly. 

I blushed, as I thought to myself, perfectly delicious. 

"Indeed, my Queen of the Nile. It was soft and gentle, just like you." 

"Thank you. That was a sweet thing to say." 

"Sweet, maybe. Truthful, definitely." 

The DJ was playing Could I Have This Kiss Forever in the background. My masked stranger looked at me pointedly. 

"I'd like to kiss you again." 

He paused and I looked up at him. 

"May I?" he asked softly. 

My breath caught in my throat for a moment and I nodded in answer, leaning in to him as he bent down and tenderly pressed his lips to mine. 

His lips were warm and welcoming. Kissing him felt like being at home. Familiar. Comforting. He began to part my lips slowly and his tongue found it's way into my mouth. There was no urgency or pressure in his kiss. No demand. But behind it, there was an undeniable fire. 

He gathered me in his arms without breaking the kiss and I slid my arms up around his shoulders. His hands glided slowly up and down my back. My fingertips danced lightly on the back of his neck. Never in my life had I felt light-headed from a kiss, but this man did it to me. I had to pull back from his lips or I'd have fainted in his arms from the sheer depth of it. 

"Wow," we chorused and took a deep breath, as if mirror images of the other. Then we laughed at our unplanned synchronicity. 

"I could kiss you forever," he leaned down and whispered in my ear, then stood up to look into my masked green eyes from behind his own mask. That line sounded corny coming on the heels of the song, but it worked for him. 

It worked for me, too. In that moment, without warning, I fell in love with him. 

He took my hand and planted a chivalrous kiss on the back. Then he kissed my palm and pressed it against his cheek. "Bella mujer," he whispered. Beautiful woman. "Come with me." 

His hand grasped mine and he entwined our fingers. He led me down the steps and into the backyard gazebo. We were beyond the light shining from the house; secluded, with only the pale moonlight illuminating our private space. 

My heart began pounding as he took me into his arms again and this time, kissed me feverishly. Our mouths opened and closed and our tongues swirled around in frenzy as we practically devoured each other. I curled my arms beneath his and clutched his muscular back with my hands. His hands slid down my sides, then up and down my back, stopping just at the base of my spine. I wanted more, but it wasn't to be. He drew back. 

When our lips parted, he held me tightly against him in a warm embrace, and then he released me, sitting back on the gazebo's ledge, pulling me between his legs. He caressed my face with his fingertips and looked at me. 

"Bella," he said. I melted at the sound of the endearment. 

"I want to take you home with me tonight. I was kidding earlier when I said 'ask me in the morning,' but now, I'm very serious. Well, maybe I was only half-kidding. I want to take you home and make love to you until the sun comes up, and then make love to you again." 

"I…" I started. My heart continued to beat wildly. The sound was so loud in my own ears, I thought for certain he could hear it too. 

"Shhh. Please let me finish." He smiled. 

"I know you don't know me. If you say no, I'll understand. Whether you say yes or no, I want to see you again. Of course, I hope you say yes. I don't want you to answer right now. Think about it." 

He looked up at the house. "We should go back. It's almost time for the unmasking."

We walked back to the house hand-in-hand and rejoined the group. No one paid any attention to the fact that we had been gone or that we were even holding hands. Or so I thought. 

He kissed my cheek before walking away to get us both a drink and Jen scurried over, anxious to talk to me. 

"You two are looking pretty chummy," she was grinning from ear-to-ear. 

I couldn't help but grin myself. "He's sweet, thoughtful and wow, what an amazing kisser he is," I sighed dreamily. We giggled like we were back in high school. 

"This guy is something else, Jen. God, he gets me hot from just his kisses and the way he touches me, and it's not even sexual! It's been way too long since I've had sex and he is lighting every fire in me that you can imagine." 

Jen smiled. "He does have an amazing amount of sex appeal, doesn't he? I saw you two out on the deck earlier, by the way," she dangled that little tidbit in a lilting "I've got a secret" kind of voice. 

"You did?" I gasped. "Did everyone else?" 

"Um, no, but it's pretty obvious that there's something starting here. He hasn't left your side all night. I think it's great," she smiled happily. 

Before we could continue this discussion, he returned with our drinks and Jen became the polite hostess again, asking if he was having a good time. 

"The best," he looked right at me when he said it and I felt my knees shake. 

Brian popped up behind us and broke up the conversation. 

"Time to get everyone together to see who's who!" He started herding us into the living room. 

My tall, dark stranger led me ahead of him with his hand gently laid upon my back to guide me. He had no clue how much I loved him doing that. Guys just don't do that sort of thing anymore. He was a real jewel in a store full of faux gems, as far as I was concerned. 

Jen and Brian led the countdown to midnight as if it was New Year's Eve and precisely at the stroke of midnight, everyone ripped off their masks. Everyone did, that is, but my stranger and I. 

He pulled me by the hand out into the foyer, leaned down and kissed me as his hand took hold of my mask and removed it. With my eyes closed, still embroiled in his kiss, I reached for his mask and slipped it off. When our kiss ended, I pulled back slowly and opened my eyes. I was stunned into silence for a moment before I found my voice. 

"Marco? Oh my God! It's been you all this time?"

The shock and confusion registered on my face as I tried to make sense of it all. I quickly grew angry as I realized what was happening. 

"Yes, bella. It's me," he answered sheepishly. 

"What the hell…" I started to ask angrily. 

"Wait. Before you say anything else, let me explain. Hopefully I can douse the fire that's burning behind your eyes." 

He was right. I was fuming. We had met before and the meeting was not a good one. I did not like him in the slightest little bit. In fact, I thought he was a complete asshole, as I recalled the night we met. 

He was so drunk he was slobbering and spilling and throwing up all over Brian and Jen's house. He sputtered on about how all women were only good for one thing and most of them weren't even good for that. I could've excused that behavior to a certain degree, knowing about his situation at the time. His ex-wife was a real bitch. What I couldn't excuse was the way he cornered me and pawed at me like a crazed animal. When he started to rip my clothes and forcibly kiss me, grabbing my tits and hiking up my skirt, Brian and some other guy had to pull him off me. It was the final straw. 

It all started to make sense. 

He works with Brian. He's 43 years old. "Bella mujer," he called me. Spanish. I should've realized it then. Marco is from Spain. 

Marco spoke as if he knew I was remembering that awful night. "I know you think I'm a dick. Or thought it. Or thought you thought it and now you're confused. But listen, I am not. The last party Brian and Jen had, I was still hurting from my divorce, had too much to drink, and everything just got to me. I let it all out in the worst possible setting." 

"You can say that again." The contempt in my voice was evident. "Some men go to jail for what you did." 

I continued on angrily, "Then on top of your disgusting behavior the first time, tonight, everything we've said and done..." I trailed off and started again. "It's all one big lie. How could you?" I was shrieking at him and not letting him get a word in edgewise. 

Right then, I realized that people were staring and listening to this argument as we stood outside the living room. I was mortified and humiliated. I couldn't believe I actually thought I loved this man! What was I thinking? 

I grabbed my keys from the tray on the hallway table and made a beeline for the door, opening it and running down the driveway before anyone could stop me. Marco came running out after me and caught up with me just as I opened my door.

Marco slammed the door and leaned against it. 

"Will you get off my car? I'm leaving, Marco. I want to go home and get as far away from you as possible. Congratulations in succeeding to make me look like an asshole right along with you." I angrily spewed the words like venom. 

"No, bella. Not until you listen to me," he pleaded with me. 

"No! And stop calling me bella. Your Spanish charm won't work. Use it on someone who gives a fuck." I walked around to the passenger side, determined to get in the car to leave him and what had turned into a miserable night, both in the dust. 

He jumped over the hood of my car and leaned against the door, blocking my way yet again. 

"Please. I'm asking you to just listen. If you still hate me and want to leave after I say what I need to say, I'll let you go and I'll never try to talk to you again." 

"Fine. Talk. I want to go." 

"Please sit down." 

"Thank you, I'll stand." 

"Sit," he ordered and picked me up like a rag doll, setting me on the hood of my car. 

"Fine, I'll sit. Now talk so I can leave." 

"Dios mio! You are such a difficult woman!" he exclaimed. "But that is part of what makes you so attractive. You are challenging and opinionated and intelligent. You're also so damn beautiful I cannot even think straight! 

"Bella, I came here tonight because I wanted to apologize and have a second chance at getting to know you and making a good impression." 

"Most men send flowers," I shot back. 

He laughed. "Yes, they do. But I knew my flowers would go in the garbage after my abhorrent behavior the last time we met." 

"It's a little late for making a good impression, don't you think?" The snide tone in my voice was all too apparent. 

He grew serious. "I was a pig. I was drunk and said some very wrong things and I practically tried to rape you in public. That wasn't me. Tonight, what you saw, that is me." 

"You lied to me in the gazebo, Marco, when you said I didn't know you. That's you, too." 

"I did not, bella. You didn't know me. You met evil Marco. He doesn't live here anymore. Brian reamed me a new one the day after everything happened. I deserved it. I deserved more than that. He told me how what I had done to you made you feel. I felt so guilty and awful about how I acted. I ruined everything. I have been kicking myself ever since that day. 

"When I heard about this party, I called Jen and asked if you were coming. That's why I came in this costume. I wanted a way to get close to you and show you who I really am. I wanted another chance to make a first impression." 

I got angry all over again. "You involved my best friend in this and had her cover for you? I cannot believe you. I cannot believe her." 

"Jen is your friend, bella. Don't be mad at her. She was angry with me too because of last time. It took me until now to gain back her trust and show her I was who she thought I was in the first place. She knows me, bella. It was her idea that I dress like this to get your attention. She threatened to castrate me if I screwed up this time." 

I couldn't help it and I laughed. That's my Jen, I thought. "She would do it too." 

"Yo se! I know! She scares me." He pretended to shudder and I laughed at him before remembering how pissed off I was. He stepped close to me, leaning right against my thigh and he put his hands gingerly on my waist. 

"You scare me too," his dark eyes looked somber. "I fell in love with you the first time I met you, only I was such a jerk and had so much else going on in my life, I wasn't ready for it." 

"What did you just say?" 

"I said I was a jerk." 

"That's not news. But not that part, before that." 

He smiled slowly. "I said I fell in love with you the first time I met you. I love you, mi mujer bella. Tonight just confirmed it. Sometimes the heart knows before the mind." 

The words he spoke rang in my head like little bells. The heart knows before the mind. My mind is pissed, but my heart says something different. 




The Masquerade



I softened toward him in that moment and let myself feel him holding me again, the way he had done just a few hours earlier. 

"You're wrong about something, Marco," I began quietly. "I didn't hate you. I didn't like you, but I didn't hate you, angry as I was. I guess the only reason I was so upset about tonight is that I was shocked. I felt deceived and foolish for what I was feeling." 

"I'm sorry." He looked contrite and started to back away. I took his hands and put them back on my waist, forcing him to stand beside me. 

"Let me finish." I stopped and looked at him. "I can't believe you went to all this trouble just to make me see you in a different light. Like meeting you for the first time all over again, but in a better way." 

I laid my hand gently against his cheek. 

"It worked. I don't feel like this at the drop of a hat. I'm too practical and realistic. To me, it isn't possible to fall in love with someone you don't even know. You proved me wrong. I fell in love with you, against all reason and understanding. I realized it when we were standing outside on the deck." 

Marco stood there like a statue, showing no emotion or expression on his face. There was no acknowledgement of the revelation I'd just made. I wondered briefly if I had just made a mistake by telling him what I felt.

"Marco." I snapped my fingers in front of his face. Nothing. Not even a flinch. "Marco, did you hear what I just said? I said I love you, too." 

His mouth slowly spread into a wide grin. "I heard you, querida. I just wanted to hear you say it again." 

I growled at him and pretended to choke him and then laughed. My head tilted aside as I looked at him, studying his face as I decided what to say next. 

"So. What do we do now?" 

"I'll show you, mi amor." He cupped my face in his hands, leaned over and kissed me, full and hard on the mouth as if to make sure I was real or to solidify me if I wasn't. 

A rousing cheer echoed through the quiet street. Someone yelled, "It's about time!" I buried my face against Marco's neck and we both laughed out of embarrassment and happiness. 

He picked me up and carried me to his car. He put me down as he unlocked the door and opened it for me. "Get in." 

"What do you mean, get in? Where are we going? What about my car?" I was so confused. 

"Ay! Dios mio, woman! Must you always ask questions and analyze everything to death?" 

"Always," I grinned. 

"Your car will be fine. Get in." He waved his hand to motion me to sit down. 

I stepped back and crossed my arms. 

He looked up at the sky, mumbling something in Spanish and then walked over to me, scooped me up and tossed me in the car, locking the door before shutting it. 

"Woman, you're going to be the death of me." 

I beamed a bright smile at him and chuckled softly. "You won't get that lucky." 

"Smartass." 

"I know. It's one of my more endearing qualities." I grinned. "So where are we going?" 

He got in the driver's side and fired up the engine, pulling away from the curb before he answered. 

"We're going home." 

"Whose home?" 

"Does it matter?" 

I laid my head back against the headrest and put my hand on his leg. "Not really," I smiled. 

When we arrived at Marco's house, he gallantly opened the car door for me. We strolled hand-in-hand up the steps and he released my hand only long enough to unlock the big burgundy front door of the brownstone. He picked me up and carried me inside, shutting the door behind him with his foot. I slid my arms around his neck, holding onto him. Marco began to kiss me as he started walking up the stairs. 

He set me down on the edge of his bed. I watched him walk around the room, lighting a multitude of white candles. He turned off the lights and the room was filled with only the flickering of candlelight. He put a David Benoit CD in his stereo and turned on the soft, mellow jazz music, then walked over to me and held out his hand. 

"Dance with me, bella?" he asked in a deep but soft-spoken voice. 

I silently placed my hand in his and rose from the bed. As we danced, he leaned down and gave me another of his slow, deeply passionate kisses. Fire rose in the pit of my stomach and this time, I did nothing to put it out. I kissed him back with desire. 

Marco's hands gently removed the serpent tiara and the black wig from my head, tossing them both aside. He pulled out the pin, which held my hair piled on top my head and ran his fingers through it to shake my hair loose. My long blonde hair cascaded voluminously down over my shoulders. 

He brushed my hair back with a finger as he looked into my eyes, memorizing this exact moment to freeze it in his mind. Marco bent down and began to softly kiss my neck. His warm lips moved slowly and tenderly up and down my skin. 

His lips worked their way from my neck outward to my shoulder; bare from the sleeveless dress I still wore. I felt his hand slipping behind my back and taking hold of the zipper. He tentatively slid the zipper all the way down to my spine. The warmth of his large hand radiated onto my back as he slipped his hand into the dress and laid it against me. Hesitatingly, he began to pull the shimmering gold material forward to remove my dress. As he worked it past my shoulders, the bodice fell down my arms and I maneuvered them free. The dress dropped off my body and fell to the floor in a heap around my feet. 

I stood there in my gold-heeled sandals, wearing nothing else but a copper-toned satin strapless bra with matching panties. I shyly raised my eyes up to his. 

"Dios mio! Eres tan bella," Marco whispered lovingly in his native tongue. His hand wrapped lightly around my throat and he tilted my head back before slowly drawing his hand downward, between my breasts. Everything about the way he touched me spoke tenderness and deep passion. 

I straightened back up and he moved behind me, running his fingers across my bare skin like little electric currents, pleasurably zapping me at random. His mouth descended on my neck as he stood behind me. When I opened my eyes, I could watch our reflections in the mirror. It looked so sexy, the way he stood behind me, kissing and touching me erotically. 

Marco slid his hands up and down my sides. On their way back up my torso, he moved them forward and cupped the swells of my breasts with his large palms. He dragged his hands over my breasts and back down, stopping long enough to circle my half-inch nipples through the satin fabric. They were hard and erect, like thick eraser tips, throbbing for more than just the touch of his hands. 

His hands crept back behind me and his fingers deftly unhooked the clasp of my bra. It fell away from me in an instant, landing on the floor on top my discarded dress. His eyes looked into the mirror and caught mine. Together we watched his methodical exploration of my firm, bare bosom. My pert nipples he captured between his index fingers and thumbs and he lightly gave them a pinch and gentle tug, making me visibly shudder with hunger for him. 

He moved his hands down over my stomach to the waist of my panties. His fingers toyed with the material as he moved them across my body, from one side to the other, without slipping them beneath the fabric. Extending his hand, he slid it right down between my legs and cupped my pussy. Marco groaned softly in my ear when he felt the heat and wetness between my legs. His middle finger pressed down ever so slightly, pushing the wet material between my swollen lips. 

I moaned softly, closing my eyes as he touched my clit. He watched me in the mirror. When I opened my eyes again, he removed his hand from between my legs and brought his fingers up to his mouth. He ran his tongue over his fingers, moaning softly as our eyes remained locked in the mirror. This man was pure sexuality and knew how to make my body respond to him. 

I turned around in his arms and he turned me back to the mirror. Wordlessly, he walked around me, caressing my arm with the back of his fingers. He kissed across my chest and down to my breasts. He circled each one with his mouth, close to my aching nipples, but not touching them. He only let me feel the heat of his breath. 

It seemed like forever before I felt his moist tongue flicking over my nipples. First one, than the other, he licked then sucked gently into his mouth. I groaned out loud with heated desire, cradling the back of his head with my hand. When I arched my back and pushed my nipple deeper into his mouth, he withdrew his mouth and began to kiss down my stomach. 

Marco sank to his knees in front of me and pressed his face between my legs. Gingerly, he began to lick at the top of my pussy through my panties. He moaned against me and started to suck my juice from the crotch. His fingers pulled aside the material and bared my drenched sex to him. My juices were running hard and thick, pooling in the short hair of the well-trimmed strip of pubic hair that covered me. He greedily sucked the cream from my swollen lips. Then he replaced his mouth with his finger, toying with the lips, making them open fully, like a flower as its petals bloomed. 

His finger circled my clit slowly, making me writhe in ecstasy. I wanted him right then and there! My hips slowly twisted as he continued to rub around it, watching it swelling even more with every touch. When he finally brushed my clit, my body jumped as if he touched me with a flame. He quickly slid my panties down and helped me step out of them. 

He picked me up and carried me to the bed, laid me down on the edge and he knelt back down. His hands gently pushed my legs apart, raising them straight. He licked and nibbled from my ankle to my calf, then ran his tongue along my inner thigh. Marco moaned, deep and low, as he tasted the sweet honey that had run down my leg. My back arched and my hips rose up in invitation to him. 

Marco needed no further encouragement. He placed his hot mouth against my pussy and drove his tongue into me. He hungrily consumed me, slipping his hands beneath my ass to hold me up to his mouth. 

My hands gripped the comforter, tugging it, while I shook violently. My passionate cries overtook the sound of the music in the room. I bucked and twisted as he sucked my clit wildly. 

"Fuck, Marco!" I had to have release. 

"Cum for me, bella. Cum hard." 

He slid a thick finger into my steamy depths, gliding it in and out of my hot hole as he sucked. It sent me careening into a powerful orgasm and I curled my fingers tightly in his hair, loudly screaming his name as I came into his mouth. 

"Que bella, querida," he whispered. "How beautiful you are when you cum for me. I need to feel that pretty pussy wrapped around my cock." 

He stood up and left me in a whimpering pool on his bed as he quickly removed his Roman uniform. Marco was magnificent to look at in his nakedness. His deep skin and mysterious eyes, sculpted body, and erect cock made my pussy throb even more for him. 

He joined me on the bed, peeling back the coverlet, but covering me with his body. I kissed him hungrily. The taste and scent of my cum on his mouth made me heady with lust. I never wanted anyone as badly as I wanted to be with him. He slid his thick shaft up and down against my boiling sex and I rocked with him, lubricating him with my body's oil. 

"I need you," I whispered hoarsely. 

His dark eyes gazed into mine as he plowed into me, eliciting pleasurable gasps from us both while we became one. He buried himself deeply inside me and held himself there without moving. I felt my muscles gripping and releasing his cock rapidly, as if trying to pull him in even further. With my arms and legs wrapped around him, I took control and rolled him over onto his back. 

I looked down into his sensuous eyes as I sat up, bracing my hands against his broad chest. I had all of him inside me. I began to rock up and down while twisting my hips at the same time. His cock moved fluidly in and out of my body as I pounded him with wild abandon. 

He held my hips and started to pick me up and slam me back down. "Ay, Dios! Your pussy is so tight," he groaned and bit down on his lip. "Ride my cock, bella. It's all yours. Fuck me!" 

We both began to breathe harder, groaning deeply, moving faster, stoking the fire even hotter. Marco's hands moved to my breasts and he squeezed and kneaded them, flicking at my nipples with his thumbs. I rose up and down his cock, slamming down with more force each time. 

Marco's arms circled me and he flipped me onto my back. He started to plunge into me harder. Short, deep thrusts filled me repeatedly. He placed his thumb on my thick clit and pressed down, rubbing it quickly. I convulsed beneath him. 

"Yes, that's it baby. Such a beautiful hot pussy," he was gasping. 

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum, Marco. Don't stop. Cum with me." I was so close. 

He let my leg drop down and I immediately encircled him with both legs, locking my ankles tightly at his hips. He lowered his mouth down to mine and in the midst of an intensely passionate kiss, we cried out into each other's mouths and came together. 

Afterward, we lay in each other's arms, kissing and quietly talking about our future. Marco looked into my eyes as he brushed my hair away from my face. 

"I'm going to marry you, bella." He kissed me and ran his fingers along my slit, heating me up all over again. "Then I will have this pussy," he grinned, "and this kiss forever." He remembered the song and I smiled at him. 

"I love you, Marco." 

"Te amo tambien, mi amor. I love you, too." He pulled me back on top of him and turned me to face the mirror as he slid into me again. 

Six months later, we were married in a lavish church ceremony with all our family and friends surrounding us. Jen and Brian stood up for us and acted extremely pleased with themselves at their matchmaking skills. They were ecstatic for us. 

When the priest announced us as husband and wife, everyone cheered and clapped. Again, someone shouted, "It's about time." 

We laughed happily and strode down the aisle, thinking about the honeymoon and walking into the rest of forever.



The Masquerade



Reaching up, he captures her cheeks with both hands and pulls her face to hiss, kissing her softly, but with a deep passion, wanting to make his mouth one with hers as the rest of their flesh already is. He moans at the sensations of the end of the climax, still twitching inside her as she snuggles down on top of him, the hardness inside her subsiding just a little, as they both enjoy the scents and closeness. Their breathing is heavy, filled with soft moans as he reaches up to stroke her hair, pulling her close, still giving her gentle kisses, gazing into her eyes, inhaling the scent of the passionate meeting, whispering how divine it was. She reaches up to trace over his mask with a soft smile, his hand mirroring the same on her mask. With a sparkle in her eyes and a deep blush on her cheeks, she speaks in a soft voice.

"So, what is your name?" 



The Masquerade



Nicole pounded on the bedroom door, the sound slightly muted by her cut-off black leather gloves.

"Come on Prudence! How long does it take to put on the same damn 'Nerd Girl' costume you wear every year?"

She pulled a plastic night stick from a wide belt slung loosely around her hips, rattling a pair of toy handcuffs clipped on to accessorize her 'Officer Nikki' outfit.

She rapped impatiently on the door with it.

"Let's go! Move it, or Officer Nikki is gonna open a can of whoop ass with my night stick!"

She sighed inwardly, reminded of trying to get in the bathroom while one of her five brothers hid behind the locked door, pulling himself through puberty. Not having one herself, she never understood their fascination with tugging on a tube of flesh until it spit creamy goop.

Even after giving several hand jobs, she didn't 'get' what the big deal was. It seemed guys had a much bigger reaction than women did. She'd had her share of orgasms, but somehow they didn't seem as explosive as a guy's. Part of her felt that the whole deal was just unfair.

A soft giggle from behind drew her attention from the door. Nicole peered sternly over mirrored sunglasses perched on her nose at Madeline, who was making final adjustments to her 'Candy Striper' costume.

Madeline could turn heads on any night, but tonight, she was awesome. A red and white striped outfit hugged tightly around soft curves. Her 'shirt' was short sleeved, with just a tiny bit of fabric stretched between generous, well shaped tits. Some women had breasts, others had boobs, and still others had a nice rack. Maddy had tits. A great set of tits.

They gave a saucy bounce whenever she moved, pushed higher by the top ending just below them, leaving her gently toned midriff bare. An ultra-mini skirt with a small apron rode low on her hips and high on her pink-pantied bottom. A few soft wisps peeked around the edge of the panties. She preferred a 'natural look'. A large rhinestone glittered from her belly button, calling even more attention to a body that already screamed 'Look at me!' White lace up platform boots and a Nurses' cap pinned into loose blonde curls completed her costume. 

Maddy laughed again and drawled, "What we have here, is a failure to communicate."

Nicole twirled the night stick from its strap, looped around her wrist. Her other hand adjusted the cop hat angled cockily over short, spiky dark hair. She pulled it into place and began a deliberate walk toward Madeline, patting the night stick into an open palm. The sound of plastic on leather gave her an idea.

Officer Nikki strolled a slow circle around 'Nurse Candy', small squeaks coming from her black latex knee high boots. She swung her hips under low rise, skin tight, black 'Boy shorts', one size too small to wear anything underneath. They showed off every muscle in her tight ass, while the front clearly outlined the soft rise of her neatly trimmed mound. 

The night stick sounded a slow tempo on her palm. She stepped in front of Candy, and pointed to the badge pinned to her low cut, black spandex top. No one was going to notice the badge next to the zippered front of her shirt, closed just high enough to keep her from falling out of it.

Madeline glanced at the badge and then back to Officer Nikki's top, noticing a band of elastic at the bottom offering small support to the choice pair above it. There was no way in Hell they were going to stay inside that tiny top all night.

Officer Nikki gave Candy a disapproving look and questioned, "So, is that 'Candy Striper', or 'Candy Stripper'?"

Maddy felt a small start inside. Something about 'being watched' had always appealed to her, but she'd never worked up the nerve to try it. The idea of being the center of attention, teasing an audience, their eyes glazed with desire had lurked in the dark corners of her mind for as long as she could remember. She told herself that the fantasy was better than the reality, but the thought still lingered. On those nights when her fingers were slick with herself, it was the one that made her come. 

Officer Nikki leaned in close, soft brown eyes peering into Madeline's hazel daydream. Maddy snapped back to reality, finally answering the question.

"Officer, I'll have you know I'm a highly qualified professional."

Nikki thought for a moment, and then told 'Nurse Candy', "Just to be sure, I'd better search you. Assume the position." 

Madeline cooed and bent forward, placing her hands on the couch and her ass in the air. She wiggled it just a bit, taunting. A second later, two sounds filled the air. The splat of plastic on butt through very thin panty, followed by a yelp of pain. 

Maddy's hand shot back to her ass. "OW! You bitch!"

Nikki laughed, cut, and ran all in the same second. Maddy shot up, rubbing her stung tush, a pained and pissed expression on her face. She let loose with a string of threats punctuated with cuss words and promises of revenge. Nikki stayed at a safe distance, laughing and taunting.

They didn't hear the door to Prudence's room open, or see her step out. "What on Earth is going on out here?" she demanded loudly.

Officer Nikki stopped in mid laugh and stared. Madeline, with her back to Prudence began railing, "This bitch got me right across the ass wi-"

Maddy turned and stopped short, suddenly speechless. If they hadn't known it was Prudence, they wouldn't have believed it. They still weren't so sure. Their quiet, shy, kept to herself in her own room unless you dragged her out friend was transformed.

Instead of her usual baggy sweats, or the expected 'Nerd Girl' costume, was an exquisite creature, radiating sexuality. Trying to take in the vision that had silenced them, they blinked, swallowed, looked at each other, and blinked again. Odd sounds came from their open mouths as their brains tried to catch up with their eyes. 

Madeline's eyes took in Prudence bit by bit, from head to toe. Soft auburn curls, freed from their normally severe bun, flowed thickly to mid back. Dark blue eyes danced with mischief above a sheer, light purple veil. A silver band circled each upper arm and wrist. Two small triangles of opaque cloth matching the veil and some string struggled to cover a chest that seemed one size too large for her taut, petite frame. Jeweled fringe twinkled from the bottom of each triangle.

A wide sash of silk around her waist belted a pair of nearly transparent harem pants. Open slits along the sides invited a playful glimpse of surprisingly long, toned legs. Loose chains of sparkling gems spanned the front waistband. Two others circled her ankles, keeping the pant legs in place. Darker purple panties showed through the thin fabric, accented with tiny jewels hinting at the delights beneath them.

The costume gave her an aura of sultry innocence, showing all, revealing nothing. It was perfect.

The silence in the room stretched, becoming uncomfortable. Behind the veil, Prudence blushed, feeling very self-conscious, teetering toward embarrassment. This was not the reaction she was hoping for. She needed approval, not silence.

Maddy finally stammered, "I would never have guessed!-I mean-look at-WOW!"

Nicole, surprised at a sudden twinge between her thighs, had to clear her throat before commenting. "It should be a crime to hide a body like that under all those baggy clothes you wear."

Maddy gushed, "Every guy in town is gonna be calling after they see you!"

Prudence's teeth flashed behind the veil as she asked, "And who, pray tell, will recognize me? Neither of you would have, how could anyone else?"

She put her palms together, as if in prayer, dropped gracefully to one knee and announced, "Tonight, I am no longer Prudence. You may call me Desiree. I am your Harem Slave, how would you use me?"

Nicole felt a flush as some possibilities sprang to mind. She'd never entertained the thought of being with another girl, but something about Prudence in that 'fuck me' costume was so out of character and appealing she couldn't help it. Her fingers drifted unconsciously along the length of her nightstick as she slowly licked her lips.

She asked Prudence, "Where did you find that costume? I checked all the local shops, and they didn't have anything like that."

Prudence's eyes sparkled above the veil, her smile from behind it. "Online. You didn't think I spent all that time in my room on the computer doing research work did you?"

Prudence had seen many things online. Things that she would never have dreamed of. Things a Preacher's daughter had never been exposed to, things that sent her running to the shower where the sound of water masked her soft sounds as she touched herself.

She had learned early on how to come quietly. Her first orgasm had happened after her enraged Father caught her with a boy, and beat her ass black and blue. Noticing the soft fur covering her femininity, he used his electric razor to remove it.

"But Poppa!" she protested, "I'm eighteen years old, almost a woman!"

He made her stand with her skirt up and panties down, looking off to one side as he 'disciplined' and 'corrected' her at the top of his lungs.

"You think you're a woman? You're not a woman! You're a girl! A bad girl! I'm gonna make sure you stay good! Not like your Momma! You ain't gonna run off like she did! No good whore is what she was! You wanna run off and be a whore like your Momma? Let men put their hands on you? Let them use you for their evil pleasures? Well, do you?"

The vibrations from his razor coursed through her, taking her mind from his ranting, and focusing it to where the humming device was pushing into her mound. Suddenly it seemed her entire being flowed into one spot, squeezed tight, and then flew outward. She gasped with the sudden release. He looked up at her flushed face, still wet with tears. He thought the razor had nicked her.

"Good." he grumbled. 

Shaving became a regular event. Aside from the embarrassment, Prudence looked forward to it. She learned to play 'good girl', to not make a sound as the razor did it's work, disguising the fact she was a young woman, no longer a little girl. Sometimes the hoped for release didn't happen. She learned how to make it happen for herself, in her room, biting her lip to keep any sound from escaping. She could only imagine her Father's rage at being caught, the punishments he would inflict. 

After he died, during a tirade laced sermon condemning all sinners to Eternal Damnation, she felt a combination of loss and freedom. At the reading of his will, she found he had left her nothing. She moved to a bigger town, found a job, and some room mates. 

At first, the girls seemed wild to her. She was shocked by all the 'sin' going on around her. Over time she realized that this was how normal people lived, and contrary to what had been beaten into her, the Earth wasn't going to split open and the fires of Hell consume them. 

Still, she couldn't escape her past. She dressed very conservatively, and held fast to her more traditional values. A part of her was jealous of her room mates, the guys they brought home, the sounds that came through her wall at night. She wanted to experience some of the things they did, but couldn't bring herself to cross that line.

A short time later, she got a second-hand computer and discovered the internet. From the safety of her room, she could explore worlds unimaginable until now. Her room mates teased her about the time she spent in her room. They called her an 'Infomaniac'. They didn't realize the mental restraints holding her hostage, or how much she wanted to escape them. Tonight was a huge leap for her.

She had agonized for hours, the two costumes laid out on her bed. 'Nerd Girl' or 'Harem Slave'? To stay with the known, the safe, the secure? Or to step out of herself and live what she had only read about, at least from behind a costume and a veil?

When she saw herself in the mirror, she knew she'd made the right choice. For one night, she could be 'Someone Else'. Someone mysterious, exotic, enigmatic. Someone...she struggled with the thought, finally pushing it through. Someone sexy.

The old clock tower striking 9 came through an open window. It was unusually warm for late October, they wouldn't have to bring coats with them. There was nothing worse than having to cover a sexy costume under a bulky coat. It also meant a bigger turnout for the annual party in the park. To the girls, that meant more hot guys. 

The town really did it up for Halloween. All the street lights were left off. The only light came from the moon, or the clubs getting into the spirit by competing against one another with Halloween themed decorations. People milled from club to club, dressed in costumes ranging from the outrageous, to garb paying tribute to the tradition of Halloween, the night when the veil between the living and the dead was thinnest.

At the clock's third chime, Officer Nikki spurred them to action, and began barking orders.

"Please disperse! Nothing to see here! Let's go Citizens! Move it, Move it! MOVE IT!"

Nurse Candy mimicked an ultra-girlie walk as Desiree rose from her bow. Officer Nikki herded them out the door, anxious to get going. A few moments later, they emerged on the back walk. A shortcut through the wooded area would put them only a few blocks from where the parties would just be hitting full stride. Nikki and Candy's boots echoed off the walk in contrast to the silence of Desiree's bare feet.

Desiree noticed the rising moon. A thin crescent of gold on one side, the rest of it partially shadowed in shades of gray and silver. It would be full and bright soon. She stopped, admiring its beauty. A moment later, Nikki and Candy did too. They stood, taking in the sight.

A slight breeze stirred the trees, sending a chill through the girls. They looked to one another, and laughed uneasily. No one wanted to admit they were spooked. The breeze blew again, the rasp of dry leaves a whispered dare. Desiree and Candy took an involuntary step back.

Nikki turned and caught them. Their fear made her braver. She put a gloved fist on one hip and tipped her hat back with the other.

In a voice braver than she actually felt, she chided, "Oh for Pete's sake! Look at you two! You act like you never cut through here after dark before!" 

She continued, with sarcastic emphasis on the word 'girls', "Well, girls, I for one, am going straight through here, and finding myself a party! Are you chickens coming or not?"

She pulled her nightstick, waved it, and proclaimed, "I ain't afraid o' no ghost!"

They moved reluctantly, following Nikki's lead onto the hard packed dirt path and into the woods. The breeze rose and fell again, like laughter.

It took a minute for their eyes and ears to adjust to the woods. Trees filtered any light from the still rising moon, creating deep shadows split haphazardly by muted beams providing just enough illumination to guide them along the path. The sounds of the night woods began to register along with the soft crunch of boots on hard dirt. A wisp of wind would agitate the remaining leaves, occasionally dry branches would rattle. Candy and Desiree stayed close together, letting Officer Nikki take the point. Nikki took off her sunglasses, wishing she'd added a flashlight to her costume.

Hoping to push aside her own case of the creeps, Nikki began chanting softly, "Lions and tigers and bears, oh my!"

Candy snapped, "Would you shut up? That's not funny!"

Nikki stopped and teased, "OOOOoooOOOOohhh! S'matter? Is you a-skeered? The Boogeyman gonna get you? Ghosties and Goblins? OoooHHHHhhh! Watch out for the flying monkeys!" She turned and stomped up the path, restarting her chant, pacing her walk in time with increasing cadence and volume, almost shouting as she parade stepped. "Li-yons! and Ti-gers! and Bears! OH MY!"

Out of the shadows, a black cat suddenly appeared in a pool of light directly in front of them. It arched its back and hissed, they let go with a chorus of ear piercing screams that echoed into the woods.

The cat ran one way, they ran the other. Each girl fled from her own vision of terror. Nicole, from every movie monster she had ever seen. Madeline, from her own fear. Prudence, from everything she'd ever been told coming true. The Earth splitting open, unseen hands pulling her down to be consumed in fire and tormented by demons forever. 

They ran blindly, flashes of moonlight showing where to run next. Without warning, they stumbled into a small clearing. Nikki stopped, giving a short scream as Candy and Desiree ran into her from behind. They caught their breath, laughing sheepishly at themselves and each other between pants.

In the distance, the clock struck 10.

Between gasps, Nikki joked, "Time sure flies when you're having fun."

Candy gave her the finger.

Desiree was the first to notice where they were. She pointed, unable to speak. The other two turned to see, immediately wishing they hadn't. 

The moon had risen, producing a full view of the rest of the clearing. It was the edge of the old graveyard. Small hills peeked from under a low evening fog. Silvery light from above gave a glow to the top layer as it crept along and between the silhouettes of tombstones.

They realized their options were to go back through the woods and find the right path, or cross the graveyard. The silent vote was unanimous. They turned to the woods, only to find they could no longer see the spot they'd run out of. There was only one way to go. A small breeze rippled, the woods chuckled.

They trudged into the cemetery, mist closing around their ankles. Behind them, a small shape jumped on top of one of the tombstones. It licked a paw, then another. It cleaned the dew from its black fur. With yellow eyes, it watched the girls picking their way through the haze shrouded rows. They moved deeper into the fog, fading from sight. It made a satisfied sound, jumped silently from the marker, and disappeared back into the woods.

The girls held hands, giving small comfort as they gingerly felt their way through the deepening smoky gauze that surrounded them. It was so thick, they could only see an outline of each other.

Desiree whispered, "Stop."

Nikki whispered back, "No fucking way."

Desiree shushed her. "Listen."

They were silent. From somewhere up ahead, they heard a low thrum.

Candy recognized it. "It's music!"

They knew if they followed the sound, it would lead them out of this spook show of a graveyard they were lost in.

Nikki cocked an ear, and tugged on Candy's hand. "This way."

They moved a bit quicker, still being careful to not bang into a gravestone, or worse yet, fall into some freshly dug hole. The music grew louder. They had a fix on it now and followed it easily. The haze thinned, they could see a dull glow flickering through it.

Nikki picked up the pace. A few moments later, they found themselves at the top of a small rise. Smaller hills formed a circle of sorts, resembling a bowl. At the bottom was a small square stone building.

The music was coming from the arched stone entrance. A single torch marked each side. A deep orange glow came from inside. Someone had converted a mausoleum into a party place for the night. They moved toward it, the curtain of mist closed behind them.

Nikki exclaimed, "AWESOME!" 

Her bottom rolled and flexed under the tight shorts as she strutted toward the entrance. Without stopping, she turned to Candy and Desiree.

"Come on you two! Quit dragging your asses!"

She paused in the arch, tapping her foot impatiently. A large, hooded figure moved behind her. A thick black robe covered it from head to toe. A large scythe rested over one shoulder. Red eyes glowed dimly inside the hood, no other face was visible. Candy and Desiree froze. Nikki was tired of waiting. Without looking, she turned, took a step and bumped squarely into the Grim Reaper. 




The Masquerade



"What the?" she blurted, taking a step back.

In a deep sad voice he asked, "How do you choose to enter?"

Candy rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath, "Oh boy, here we go again."

Nikki had never paid a cover charge in her life. She unzipped her top and held it wide open, making sure he got a full view of the full, firm pair it had been struggling to hold. Her tan nipples pointed slightly upward, looking erect even when they weren't.

The eyes glowed a shade brighter. He nodded, raising an arm slowly to wave her in. She passed, motioning to the other two. "Come on!"

Candy and Desiree moved forward, expecting the same. As Candy reached for her top, he only waved them in. Desiree stared as she passed, the eyes bore into her. She managed to mumble, "Uhhh, nice costume." A low laugh came from deep inside the hood, followed by, "Thank you. I haven't had a good laugh in a long time." 

More torches lit the way down a spiral staircase cut into the stone. The music grew louder, none of them could place it. The staircase emptied into a circular catacomb. There was no hint of it being damp or musty. It was dry, with an odd sweet scent to it. They rounded a corner into a large room.

None of them could have imagined the spectacle that invaded their senses. This was a party to end all parties. The music was blasting, it had a hypnotic beat to it. Tables piled high with food, and drinks so big they had to be held with both hands. Shrieks of delight could be heard above the din. The costumes were like nothing the girls had ever seen. Perfect time pieces from all eras, throbbing in unison on the dance floor. At the center of the room was a huge stone table, like a small stage. The girls stood, trying to take in all the revelry, not knowing where to go first. Without warning, the music stopped.

The sudden silence seemed louder than the primal beats pounding against the stone walls and floor when they walked in. One by one, the crowd noticed the girls standing in the doorway. Soon the entire room was staring at them. There was hunger in their eyes. The sweet scent was thick down here, strong enough to taste.

The girls jumped as a loud voice split the air, its owner unseen. "Well, well well! It seems we have some late arriving guests boys and ghouls! I'm sure each and every one of us are just dying-"

He paused for effect, and then finished, "To make them feel welcome!"

A low, ominous chuckle ran through the crowd. The girls stood together, rooted.

The voice rang out again, "Annd now! For your pleasure, making a very special one night appearance, to bring you a cornucopia of porn Utopia, the Beast from the East, the reason we're all here, the Ayatollah of Rock and Rolla... the KIIIIIINNNNNG!"

The crowd looked to one another uncertainly. This was obviously unexpected. 

The opening strains of 'Also Sprach Zarathustra' started softly and built to fill the room. Tremors ran through the floor as the music segued into a pounding drum solo. The crowd shrieked and jumped away from one section where fissures opened, a flaming glow and smoke coming up from the cracks. The drums continued to pound as the fissures formed a circle, big chunks of the floor falling into it. Smoke belched from the hole as tendrils of fire danced upward. The drums rolled, a full band kicked in behind a driving beat punctuated with hot riffs from a horn section. The flames swirled, forming an inverted funnel of fire.

Something was rising inside the tube.

The crowd reacted with screaming, nearly orgasmic applause. It seemed oddly staged, with no genuine emotion behind it. The hysteria amplified as the curtain of flame lifted, revealing a figure wearing a white sequined jumpsuit, jet black pompadour with mutton chop sideburns, and silver framed sunglasses with black lenses.

It was a grotesque parody of the real thing, grossly overweight. Rolls of fat jiggled obscenely over and under a gaudy wide belt that fought to contain the gut behind it. Around its neck was a stained white scarf that it used constantly to wipe its sweaty, bloated face. Someone handed it a microphone. 

It lurched drunkenly onto the stone table and began to sing, completely off key, forgetting some words and slurring the rest. As the song finished, it struck karate poses to punch the ending, staggering comically, and finally falling on its fat sweaty ass.

It lifted a leg, farted loudly and mumbled, "Thangk yuh verra musch."

The crowd shrieked its admiration. Each of them seemed to be trying to out do the other, to yell louder, clap harder as if seeking some sort of approval. They began to clap in unison, and chanted its name. "El-vis! El-vis! El-vis!"

The crowd swarmed around the small 'stage', still chanting. It rolled to its back, basking in their adoration. Despite their fervor, there was an undertone of fear. One of them leaned forward, and whispered in its ear. It sat up instantly, suddenly very aware, and very focused. It looked at the girls and smiled, its lips pulling back, like an animal baring its fangs. 

Nikki's normally sure voice quavered with terror. "We've gotta get out of here, Now!"

Candy shook, unable to move, unable to speak.

Desiree was amazingly calm, telling them, "It's too late. We have to stay for now."

From above, they heard the clock strike 11.

The crowd parted, creating a wide aisle between 'Elvis' and the girls. It began rubbing its chubby hands together rapidly. "Oh mah-yun! Oh mayun-oh mayun-oh mayun!" It leaped from the table with a deceptive agility. The ridiculous costume shifted, revealing the true nature of the beast wearing it. Globs of flesh peeled away, plopping wetly to the floor and melting into greasy stains.

It chose a form that it knew would scare them the most, the classic red skinned, horned, long tailed, big dicked demon. "Oh yeah!" he cried happily, "It's time for some real entertainment!"

The crowd cheered wildly, relieved it wasn't them.

He advanced on the girls with malevolent glee and chanted, "Eenie, Meenie, Minee- ah Fuck it! YOU!"

His clawed finger touched the tip of Candy's nose. A small squeak came from her open mouth, too scared to scream. He leaned in, placing his face inches from hers. His cruel yellow slit eyes looked into hers. She felt herself being pulled in. A moment later, she snapped back. He knew. She felt his scaly grip around her arm.

He stood and asked the crowd loudly, "What night is it?"

"Halloweeeeeeen!" they replied with glee.

Holding a hand to his pointy ear as if to hear better, he asked, "And what do we love on Halloween?"

"Caaandeeeee!" they shouted louder.

Like a bad game show host, he announced, "Let's have a taste of Candyyyyyy!" 

He yanked on her arm, dragging her toward the 'stage'.

"Can-dy! Can-dy! Can-dy!" they cheered above her sobbing protests. 

He pushed her up on the table, they surrounded it, still chanting. She stood, trying to keep as far away as possible from them. The strange music started again, in time with their chant. Candy felt an urge come over her, her body began to dance. She couldn't control it, like she was a passenger in her own body.

The music pounded into her, she began to lose herself in it. Her dance became more erotic, she watched with shock and a surprising curiosity as her hands teased along her body. She felt a warm flush awaken as her fingers skimmed over her skin.

Her nails raked lightly up her inner thighs, sending sparks to the last place she needed to start a fire. They did it again. She pressed her lips together, trying to resist the sudden heat building in her panties. They gave no hint of stopping.

She exhaled loudly, with a small cry of failure. Her fear was giving way to her flesh. The nails rose again, tracing circles, still slower as they rose. The music, the chants, and the merciless assault of her own possessed fingertips pounded into her. She was rapidly losing the battle.

Her nails reached the top of her thighs and paused. The music suddenly stopped. She panted for breath, both relieved and frustrated. Small trembles shook her knees. She opened heavy lidded eyes she didn't realize she'd closed, wondering what was next. The chant died. There was a moment of silence.

He jumped onto the table, threw one arm around her shoulders, beckoning the crowd for applause with the other. Still playing up the game show host, he asked, "Don't we just love her?" 

They went wild. Candy worked up nerve to look at them. Cheering. Clapping. Eyes glazed with desire. It was everything she ever imagined.

He gave her an over friendly squeeze and shake while asking, "Do we want more Candy?"

They adored her. The fevered chant rose again. "Can-dy! Can-dy! Can-dy!"

He offered, "The choice is yours. Do you want more, Candy?" 

"Yes." she whispered.

He threw up his hands, announcing with delight, "She wants MORE Ladies and Gentlemen!"

They cheered. 

She felt a moment of vertigo, and realized her body was her own again. He let go of her, and jumped from the table. They scattered to clear a space for him to land, and an aisle to walk. The chant continued, the music started again, the beat throbbing into her. She smiled, and began to dance. 

Candy threw herself into it, putting on a show for her admiring crowd. She teased them with some peeks of pink panties and cleavage, making sure everyone got a look. They loved her, they deserved it. She did her best moves in the center of the table as she untied the apron. She raised and spun it over her head in one hand.

A few seconds later, she brought it down and flipped the loose end between her legs, catching it with her other hand. She dropped to her knees, sawing it back and forth between her thighs, making sure the edge rubbed her slit through the thin panties. First slow, then faster. Slower, faster. Faster, faster, faster.

A tingle built in her now moist pussy, a damp line seeped where the apron slid back and forth. She slowed, working her hips hard as if she were bucking toward a climax. In reality she was, but told herself, 'Not yet'. After all, she had her audience to think of. She jerked her hips, moaned like a porn star and faked an orgasm. Her eyes popped open with an embarrassed 'Who, me?' expression. They went wild, and begged for more.

She stood and flipped the apron away. They fought for it like dogs. Several of them were already masturbating. Candy wouldn't stop until all of them were. The show must go on. Her arousal climbed another notch.

The music grew louder as her thumbs found the waistband of the skirt. She paused and looked questioningly at the crowd. They roared their approval. The skirt dropped just enough to reveal the top of her panties. With another look, she asked again. They answered again.

Inch by inch, it moved down, her curvy bottom swaying to the music. When it seemed they could take no more, she eased it just past where the curve of her butt would hold it up. She bent at the waist, and let it slip down her legs. They pushed and shoved for a better view.

Candy stared in mock surprise at the skirt around her ankles. She tip-toed out of it, and flicked it away with a boot tip. A snarling brawl broke out where it landed.

Candy's mind was a blur, the attention was like a drug for her. She wanted more, more, more, and knew how to get it. Her hands flew to her shirt, pulling it up and off in a single motion. The crowd went into a frenzy at the sight of her bare tits, each capped with a dark pink nipple, swollen and begging for attention. They shook as she waved the top above her head, making her audience scream to throw it their way.

She moved in a slow circle, turning them into a howling mob. Her panties were soaked, thighs shining with trails of wetness. After a couple of fake throws, each creating fights, she tossed her top to the spot where she knew the most violence would break out. She slid one hand into her panties and rubbed herself as they fought, the other giving her nipples the attention they craved. There was an ache inside her that needed to be filled. She wanted to fuck. Now. Anything.

Nikki almost wet herself at the sound of his voice in her ear. "What about you?"

She startled, but he'd thrown an arm around her from behind. As she jumped, he pulled her closer. His skin was hot where it touched hers. A cold wave of terror washed through her. She felt something big and warm press into the crack of her ass through her shorts. The pain of a cry formed in her throat. After seeing what Candy was doing, she could only imagine what he had in mind for her.

He whispered seductively, "Don't be afraid. Does your friend look unhappy? She's having the time of her life, all she ever wanted. You can too, all you have to do is ask."

Nikki whimpered, and shook her head 'no'. Her eyes were still on Candy, who had sunk to her knees. The top of her Nurses' cap was visible over the crowd still clamoring around her. A moment later, she sank out of sight. Her moans blended with the music and the crowd. 

He whispered again, "Would you like to see?"

Tears sprung to Nikki's eyes and the cry rose in her throat. She tried to turn away from the voice in her ear. "Tell me. Tell me what you want."

She bit hard into his arm, drawing blood. He roared with laughter. The blood on her lips was hot, sweet, intoxicating. Her fear drowned in a flash flood of simmering lust. She pressed back, rubbing her ass along his heat. 

His free hand found the soft curve of her stomach. She whimpered again, this time in pleasure. It was her weak spot. He stroked seductively over and over it. Despite the heat, goose bumps rose on her skin, every fine hair stood on end. His split tongue found her ear, tracing fire as he whispered, "Tell me."

In a shuddering hoarse voice she breathed, "I-I..."

He waited.

"I can't." She slumped in his grasp.

He gave a deep throaty chuckle, laced with intent. She felt her arms pulled behind her, and a tug at her belt. There was a series of clicks, a pause and then another as he snapped the handcuffs around her wrists. His hand snaked back around to her shuddering midriff, resuming its torment. He coaxed her into a spot where she wanted to scream for more, or stop. The heat on her ass grew, he ground into her. She couldn't take any more. 

She groaned. "I-I want..."

He pulled Nikki's head back, their eyes locked. She felt something defile where she hid her secrets. He gave a genuine smile of wicked delight and purred, "Oooooh! That's good!"

Nikki knew when her eyes found his, she was no longer in control. She looked to Desiree for help, her friend only shook her head. He relaxed his grip and marched her toward the table. The lucky ones in the crowd still fighting over Candy saw him coming and jumped out of the way. The less fortunate were slapped aside by his large two-pronged tail. They reached the stage.

Candy was fucking herself stupid on a very large gourd. It was shaped like a big fat cock, wider at the base. The bottom was round, resembling a huge pair of balls. She had placed it pointing up, and was grinding herself down onto it as hard as she could. She rocked her hips a few times and then thrust up and down, slamming it into her swollen pussy. Her body was covered in a sheen of sweat that dripped from her skin to mix with puddles of sperm left by the crowd, who jacked off to her display and were pushed aside by the next. He moved Nikki around so she could watch Candy abuse her pussy. 

Her wetness coated the improvised dildo, juicy smacks sounding as she humped herself into bliss. At the top of her stroke, the thick shaft would almost slide out, its rounded head peeking from between her bright red inner lips, allowing them to nearly close before she buried it deep inside again. It tapered out widely, her opening stretching to match its girth. As she hit bottom, she worked to push it even deeper, her wet fur clinging to itself and the gourd in dark glossy ringlets. She bucked furiously for a bit, pulled up and impaled herself, jerking through a loud climax. Her cunt and ass twitched several times as she rocked back and forth, drawing it out. After a few seconds, she recovered and started raising and lowering herself again.

Nikki stared, his arm wrapped around her like a serpent. This time she didn't fight to get away. She felt her gloves being pulled off, first one, then the other. Her palms were moist and very sensitive after being in the gloves for so long. Her manacled hands felt for him behind her. She was rewarded with a hot hard cock to play with. Candy's scent of lust mixed with smell the semen and his own musk. His mouth found her ear.

Candy grunted through another climax as he murmured, "Look at them, look at them come. Don't you wish that was your cock, exploding, shooting your sperm everywhere?"

Nikki moaned and leaned back, her fingers circling him. He reached up and pulled the zipper holding her top together, her tits jiggled as they were freed. His touch on them added fuel to an inferno. His thick cock grew slick in her hands. Her limited motion was driving her crazy. She ached to stroke him, the cuffs prevented it. She groaned in frustration.

His hand moved lower, sliding down her belly to the thin cloth covering her mound. One claw scratched teasingly over her clit. Nikki's legs began to shake, desperately wishing her hands were free so she could stroke him, touch herself, anything.

She felt him tug between her thighs, pulling the cloth to one side. The air felt cool on her overheated sex. His arm around her relaxed and moved down. Something slid from her belt. A moment later, he held the nightstick up to her mouth. She opened her lips, he fed it to her very slowly. He pulled it out, dripping with saliva.

There was a sharp jerk, his claws shredding the crotch her shorts. She gave a bark of impatient need as he began to slowly guide the stick just between her already slick pussy lips. He worked it back and forth with a twisting motion that almost made her come. He kept it just out of reach, smirking at her discomfort.

Her fingers closed tightly around him. Every time one of the crowd shot their load on Candy, Nikki became more jealous of them. She gave a squeal as the night stick parted her lips and slid in. He pushed it deeper, and then deeper. About 8 inches of it stuck out from her filled pussy. He began to stroke along it, small vibrations traveling to a now frantic Nikki. Candy screamed and came again as more of the crowd paid creamy tribute to her performance.

He hissed, "You want that pussy? You want to sink a big fat cock in her and fuck that slut hard until she can't come anymore and then fuck her some more? Fuck her with your big hard cock? Feel that blast when your cock lets go? You want to know what it feels like to come so hard you think you blew the end of it off, don't you?"

He stroked faster as he spoke, sending nonstop vibrations along the stick and into Nikki, knowing at some point she would give in and say-

"YES! YES!" she screamed.

He chortled, and pushed her away. There was an odd tingle between her legs. She looked down and found a big meaty cock sticking straight out from her. She ached to touch it, to make herself come, but the cuffs held her fast. Tears of frustration pooled. He took a step, grabbed, and flipped her onto the table with Candy.

Candy's eyes opened slightly, widening when she spied the oversized hard on protruding obscenely from Nikki. The veins along it pulsed with a life of their own. It looked angry. Between orgasms, Candy was able to choke out, "Oh-oh OH! Nik-Nikki! I-I can't st-stop-uh-Uh! UH! Can't stop coming!" Her mouth hung open as another climax ripped her. He yanked Nikki in front of Candy and shoved the fresh meat into her mouth. Shocked and horrified, Nikki tried to pull away. He jammed a finger up her ass. She yelped and jerked forward, the head pushed between Candy's lips. His hot finger in her butt, and her knees slipping in pools of greasy cum made sure her cock stayed in Candy's mouth.




The Masquerade



Candy started sucking immediately, anything to take her mind off the constant spurts of slimy sperm and her out of control pussy. Nikki tried to resist, but Candy's mouth felt so good. So good... So... Good... So. Fucking. Good. Her knees went wider, giving Candy a better angle to suck her dick. She felt his claw pull out of her bottom, she relaxed with a long sigh. Candy's fingers circled Nikki's cock and the real blowjob began.

Nikki was stunned by what her friend was doing to her. Candy's hand stroked slowly, giving a delicious slide to the skin along her length, and a gentle tug to the sack holding her balls. Candy's lips slowly caressed their way about halfway down before sliding up again. She stopped near the top, slurping loudly while her tongue set off fireworks in the tip. Nikki's cuffed hands balled into tight fists, her body shook.

Candy pulled up, dragging her teeth across the head, and then plunged down as deep and fast as she could, blonde curls flying as her head jerked up and down. She pulled up and off, her hand slowly pumping while she licked around the head. She stared into Nikki's eyes, relishing the look of raw need she saw there. Candy knew exactly what she was doing to Nikki. Candy knew she could make Nikki come anytime she wanted to, but chose not to. She loved the feeling of power and control. With a wicked smile in her eyes, her lips closed around the bumpy tip, and started to massage their way back down Nikki's spit slick cock. Nikki was oblivious to the streams of cum now spattering her from all sides. Candy's expert mouth continued its relentless assault, every motion a new surge of sweet agony.

Despite the distraction of giving Nikki her first blowjob, Candy felt another gut wrencher growing inside her. Every movement of her head traveled to her pussy. The balance begin to tip, she pounded her overworked cunt. She abandoned herself into sucking and fucking, determined to take her friend with her. Nikki groaned loudly, unable and unwilling to stop the carnal thrill ride of Candy's mouth.

Nikki's eyes bugged when she heard and felt Candy begin to moan and grunt her way toward climax. Candy shifted into overdrive, the random licks and teases were gone. She mouthed Nikki's cock in a steady rhythm, matching her own thrusts on the gourd. Candy pumped with a firm grip, her fingers moving to meet her lips, sucking hard. Nikki felt her balls tighten, the cock swelled even more. A low tingle started at the base, spreading and growing with every pass of Candy's mouth. It moved rapidly up to the head, Nikki expected it would release. To her amazement, it stalled, getting even stronger.

Nikki's groans mixed with Candy's muffled mewling as the crowd cheered and came and cheered some more. They bet on who would come first. Candy's hips rocked faster as Nikki's jerked forward and locked. Their sounds and the cheers reached a crescendo.

Candy jammed herself down onto the gourd, grinding her clit into some little nubs at the base. She was on the edge, one more pass would do it. Nikki gritted her teeth as Candy's mouth and fingers blasted hot shivers of sparks to still another level.

Suddenly it all flowed together, compressed, held, compressed again, and then exploded in pulse after pulse of incredible release. It went on and on, but not long enough. The pulsing ebbed, slowed and finally stopped. Candy gave a grunt as her own explosion took her, Nikki gave one last spurt as she did. They panted, Nikki was weak. The crowd went wild, showering them with applause and sperm.

Nikki's cum ran down Candy's chin. The first blasts had come so fast and hard, she couldn't keep up. It seemed like Nikki had come forever, the last spurt took her by surprise. She let the relaxing dick slide from her mouth. Strands of spit and sperm stretched from Candy's mouth to the head of Nikki's semi hard prick. They snapped, a few dribbles came off the end. 

The crowd chanted for more. Nikki wanted more, a glint came into her eyes. Her cock rose slowly, pointing at Candy's face. 

A tired Candy looked up. 

"Please Nikki, no mo-"

The word was cut off as Nikki aimed her cock back into Candy's mouth and began thrusting. Candy grunted in protest around the hard meat banging away in her mouth. The rough pumping bounced her up and down on the gourd. Seconds later, she gave into the face fucking as her hungry pussy demanded more. She let Nikki do the work, balls slapping off her chin while she got fucked from beneath. Desiree didn't flinch when she felt his hot breath on her neck. She knew he was there, feeling his evil presence. 

In a soft clear voice that cut through the din she stated, "There's no need for your tricks. I know what you want." 

He laughed as she turned to face him, to meet his challenge. She raised her eyes, matching his stare evenly. A moment later he blinked, a perplexed look crossed his face.

He chuckled, "Well I'll be damned!"

She held her gaze, filled with hate. "You already are."

His laughter shook the room as he led her toward her friends, savagely knocking the crowd aside. Candy and Nikki were still locked into their two girl fuckfest, bathed in sweat and semen.

He pushed Desiree onto the table, to make sure she saw everything. They barely resembled her friends, their twisted faces reflecting the fuck sluts they'd become. They fed off each other's heat, caring only about their next orgasm. They glanced at Desiree from lust crazed eyes, and then turned their attentions back to each other.

Desiree told him, "Ask them."

He waited until they were on the verge of another blast and asked, "Is this what you want? Would you like to do this forever?"

They moaned, closer to the edge, both nodding 'yes'.

He leaned in. "There is a price. A small price."

At the moment, they would give anything. Anything.

Desiree stood suddenly, her shout, a flaming sword. "WAIT!"

The girls froze, the room went silent as death.

His anger rolled off him in shimmering waves of heat. The crowd drew back in terror. Desiree met his fiery stare with fierce determination. He fought for control, fists clenched, gnashing his teeth. His skin moved and shifted, like something alive was underneath and fighting to get out. For a moment, the room smelled of maggots.

A toothy grin creased his face, but there was no humor in it. He tried his best to appear warm and congenial, but it came off forced and phony. He threw out his arms and addressed the crowd.

"Is this the best Halloween ever, or what?"

They cheered wildly, again with the undertone of fear. He gestured toward the girls, who had partially recovered, aware of something outside the lust that drove them. 

"Have I not given you entertainment?"

They cheered again, it sounded like canned applause.

"Have you not enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh?"

Another fake cheer.

"And yet, on this night, when our worlds are closest, this girl-" He pointed to Desiree, and continued, "Wants to spoil all our fun."

They booed, as if on cue.

He raised his voice dramatically. "She wants us to take off our pretty costumes!"

They booed again, moving toward her.

In a sad voice filled with crocodile tears, he said softly, "She wants...she wants to see..the truth."

They stopped, horrified.

His voice and demeanor turned cunning again.

"Howeverrrrr, she has offered something in return."

He turned on her, snarling, his voice boiling. "Haven't you dear?"

He poked a claw under her chin, forcing her eyes to his. She didn't blink. Her smile glowed from under the veil.

He turned to the crowd announcing, "And now, it's almost time for the Bonus Round!"

Candy hugged tight to Nikki, they both shivered in fear. The crowd cheered and mobbed the table.

He bellowed, "But first!"

They paused, he stage whispered hatefully, "The truth."

There was a beat of silence, and then a visible tremor ran through the room. It began to shift, to blur, fading in and out. The festive decorations soon hung in ragged tatters, the tables piled high with moldy, rotting food. The crowd's costumes melted away, revealing their true selves, the undead, the tormented, the damned. They looked to their host, his real face no longer disguised with a deceptive exterior. The source of evil, the father of lies.

Nikki and Candy shrieked in horror as the layers of illusion peeled away, one hideous revelation of reality after another. The truth was agony, surrounded by the damned, performing and cavorting lewdly for them, while the Prince of Darkness conspired to steal their souls.

Desiree demanded, "Ask them now."

If possible, his rage grew, now barely contained. He stomped on huge cloven hooves, his grotesque penis swinging between spindly legs. His claws sparked as they bit into the table top. They screamed again.

He struggled for control. Making one last attempt at the pretense of civility, he asked through clenched fangs, "Are you willing to meet the price for eternal pleasure?"

They clung to each other, pulling as far away as possible. Their silence was his answer, and Desiree's declaration of victory.

After a few long moments, he began to laugh. Softly at first, growing until it echoed from the walls. The damned cowered. When he laughed like that, there would be Hell to pay.

He pointed a claw at Desiree's nose. "YOU!" he exclaimed, and then lost it, collapsing in laughter.

He caught himself and continued between snorts and chuckles. "You got me good! I HAD those two! But you knew they still had to choose. And then you chose to save them, AND get what you want!"

He tried one last thing from his bag of tricks. With her Father's face and voice he shouted, "You are a bad girl, a very, very bad girl!"

He changed back, laughing raucously at his own joke. It cut off abruptly as Desiree delivered a stinging slap to his face. His eyes narrowed, he bared his fangs.

"You don't scare me." She said flatly. "I've already faced my demons."

He gave a demented howl, his rage finally boiling over. A few swipes of his claws shredded her costume. She stepped out of the remains, removing the veil herself.

Desiree stood nude, her soft and pure beauty a silent challenge to him and the hideous creatures of darkness surrounding her. He could have her body, but what he hungered for most would remain untouched, beyond temptation. An inner light glowing so brightly, it hurt his eyes to look at her naked flesh. A radiant smile lit her face as she stared him down.

It was her smile that finally did him in, forcing his hand. He grabbed her arms, claws sinking in to her skin. In a motion, he lifted and turned her so her bottom was facing up. His teeth sunk in, marking her flesh. She grimaced, but refused to cry out. She had made her choice, he had made his. The deal was sealed.

He spun her to him, their faces an inch apart. "Every Halloween, from sunset until midnight, you are mine. Mine to use in every perverse way I see fit. In return, you and your friends walk out of here with your souls."

She nodded. He shook her. "SAY IT!" he shrieked.

In a clear voice she said, "Yes."

He flung her back on the table, she slid across the slimy surface, bumping hard into Nicole and Madeline. He tried to save face, but it was clear who had won. He'd been beaten at his own game, tricked into giving Desiree what she'd wanted all along, escape for her friends and from herself, leaving him nothing.

His speech came off as a gratuitous farce, announcing loudly, "The little one chose wisely. Her decision was a product of her own free will. She chose to offer herself once a year in return for the truth. You two offered nothing, choosing only to take. I have no power over her, as she accepted nothing I offered." 

In a final act of malicious spite, he sneered, "However, you two did accept something from me, and I demand payment for that now. You're going to get exactly what you asked for, and the little one can use her-"

He spat the words, "Free will." 

And finished, "To choose what she wants to do about it. Enjoy the rest of your evening, I know I will."

Madeline felt it first, the ravenous hunger in her pussy. She rolled to her back, legs spreading wide. Her hands dove between her thighs, rubbing hard. Candy's adoring fans crowded in, eyes glazed with desire. Nicole easily snapped the toy handcuffs, no longer deceived by illusions. Unfortunately, the big fat cock she thought she'd wanted remained. It rose hard and fast, seconds later she was feverishly jerking away to make it come again.

He laughed insanely, and shrieked, "Trick or Treat, bitches!"

Maddy's pussy was raw from her constant rough fucking. Each pass of her fingers along her greedy slit was a trail of searing pain combined with jolts of screaming pleasure. Her fingers dug into her clit, rubbing harder, faster as it tried to hide beneath its swollen hood. 

Madeline and Nicole were exhausted, but couldn't stop. Tears flowed as their needs took huge bites, demanding even more. Both girls labored furiously, slaves to the unnatural lusts they had wished for. Their cries of pleasure mixed with wails of frustration as they pushed for a peak they couldn't reach. 

They looked to Desiree, pleading between gasps. "Can't- can't come. So close, so close."

Desiree moved to Madeline, who had three fingers slurping in and out of her cunt as she scrubbed her clit in a blur. Her endless flow of juices had turned her soft curls into a sticky, matted tangle of overheated frustration. Desiree eased between Maddy's knees, running her hands up her friend's thighs. Maddy looked between her legs with a grunt of surprise. Desiree caught Maddy's busy hands and pried them off her pussy.

Madeline gave a loud sob at the sudden loss of sensation, giving way to a delighted gasp as Desiree blew gently, the cool air soothing her chafed opening. She felt her friend's fingers move up, the tips tracing delicious circles on her screaming clit.

Two fingers from Desiree's free hand slipped their way into Maddy's drooling slit. The soft tips found and massaged her G-spot. The blonde's hips bucked, meeting and melting into the intimate caress. Desiree's soft touch was an irresistible summons of release. Madeline shattered, soaking herself, and Desiree. 

Desiree lifted slowly and pulled herself from Maddy. She turned to Nicole, who now needed her attention more. Nikki was on wide spread knees, leaning back, her butt on her calves. One arm helped brace her from behind as the other pistoned the now huge cock, her chest bouncing with every stroke. Her face twisted with effort as she pumped her fist in a frenzy. Desiree caught Nicole's flying wrist after several tries. Nikki's eyes opened a bit, not comprehending. Desiree got her to slow and then stop. She gently held Nicole's hand.

She told Nikki, "Use me."

Nicole's mouth hung open, her fist tried to move again. Desiree tightened her grip, stopping her. 

"No Nikki. Me. Use me. Fuck me. Fuck me Nikki."

Nicole's eyes grew wider, she understood. She panted, struggling to say, "Can't. It's wrong. Couldn't stop with Maddy."

Desiree kissed her, fingers floating along her friend's cock. "It's OK. It's what I want. I want you to fuck me. I want you to use me. I want to feel you come inside me."

Nicole still resisted, but Desiree's soft words and hands were crumbling her resolve. Desiree touched her face. Nicole's hand relaxed, and slid tiredly off her throbbing dick. Desiree circled her fingers, gently stroking its length. 

She breathed in Nicole's ear, "I want you to fuck me Nicole. I want to know how you feel inside me. Don't you want to know how it feels inside me? In my pussy? Fuck me Nicole. Fuck me and fuck me and fuck me until you come. Come inside me Nicole, come in my pussy."

Nicole still resisted, it felt wrong somehow. Desiree played her trump card. She looked deep into Nicole's eyes, making sure Nicole would fully understand what she said next.

"I want to be your first, and I want you to be mine."

Nicole caved. How could she say 'no' to that? The light went on in her eyes, her cock twitched. If that's what she wanted, that's what she'd get. She gave Desiree her best 'dirty girl' smile. 

Desiree moved to all fours, head down, bottom up in a submissive pose of unspoken invitation. She waited nervously for its acceptance. Nicole slid behind her and began rubbing her dripping cock head along the girl's slit, savoring the feel of her smooth, shaved outer lips. Desiree cooed, rocking her hips with the motion. Her inner lips parted as she grew moist, then wet. 

Nicole paused, the big head poised at Desiree's small opening. Fighting every urge to ram to the hilt, she tried to be gentle. The soft lips parted as Nicole pushed carefully, slipping into what felt like warm wet velvet. Desiree suddenly pushed backwards, Nicole felt a quick tug as Desiree's hymen gave way. Desiree yelped, pain and pleasure shot through her body.

Nicole gave her a second before pulling back a bit. As she did, Desiree's pussy gave an involuntary twitch, squeezing around Nicole's aching hardness. Nicole took a breath and began exploring her way deeper into Desiree. 

Madeline had recovered and needed more, driven by relentless desire. She looked up, shocked to see Nicole behind Desiree, fucking her. Desiree's face shifted from small grimaces of pain to a sweet bliss as Nicole moved deeper, stretching her tightness. It hurt so good. Desiree made two tiny fists and looked back as Nicole hit bottom. Nicole still had over an inch of hard cock to offer. She pulled back about halfway, and eased in again. This time was easier, Desiree was wetter by the second. Desiree gave a long groan as Nicole started moving in and out of her.

It took every ounce of will power Nicole had left to keep from jamming the big cock into her petite friend. Every movement of Desiree's felt better squeezing around her, a slick snug massage combined with a delicious friction. It was amazing. Nicole panted as she held herself back.

Desiree braced in a wide stance, tossing her head up and her hair back. "Yessssss! Oh yes! Oohhhoohh OOH!"

Desiree was losing herself. She gasped, "Fuck me! Fuck me Nik!"

Nicole knew it was time to give her what they both wanted. She slapped Desiree hard on the ass and grabbed her by the hips. The big cock was not waiting any longer, it needed to fuck.

Nicole thought, 'You're gonna be sore tomorrow bitch!' Her hips pushed hard, driving deeper, picking up speed. Desiree met Nicole's jabs, giving what she was getting. Maddy couldn't take any more. She scooted forward, toward Desiree's face. Her boot touched Desiree's arm. Desiree opened shining eyes and smiled, body jerking as she was pumped from behind. She pulled Madeline to her, and buried her face in pussy. 

Nicole's thrusts traveled through Desiree, who licked Maddy in time with them. Each girl was lost in her own private pleasure. Nicole with the feeling of Desiree's pussy around her. Desiree getting fucked hard by Nicole getting her first fuck, as Madeline's first experience with another girl came from Desiree, whose first taste of a woman drove her to lick Maddy to peaks just beyond the line of sanity. Desiree was using them as much as they used her.

She broke and screamed, "Ohhhhhh! Harder! Fuck! Me! HARDER!"

Nicole grabbed a handful of hair and yanked. She used it to pull Desiree deeper on to her raging prick. When Desiree didn't move fast enough, she smacked her ass and yanked again. Desiree grunted each time the cock invaded her, harder. Faster.

She planted her mouth back on Maddy, sounds muffled as she licked and sucked harder and faster on Madeline's clit, coinciding with Nicole's cock pounding her from behind, taking it all. 

He looked on, ruefully enjoying the show, knowing that once again, the truth had defeated him. He stroked his own cock slowly, thinking ahead to next year. He knew no matter what he came up with, that hot little bitch would love every second of it. The girls' sounds grew, each one careening toward her own climax. Nicole felt her balls tighten, she knew it wouldn't be long. Desiree felt the cock fucking her swell even more, the thought of Nicole coming inside her put her at the edge. Madeline's body tensed and locked as the tongue lashing continued. A thousand images flashed in Desiree's mind as to how she might be used next year, Nicole slammed her back to reality.




The Masquerade



The sounds of music filled the air joined with loud laughs and talking. It was masquerade night in Venice. Tania stood on the balcony of the hotel suite watching the people below. Her brown long cascading hair flowing about her lovely face down to her back, her wide green eyes glittering in the dusk light, her long beautiful wine colored dress hugging her body sexily, and last but not least her mask in her hand. Soon she would join the people below, this was her first vacation in her 26 years of age and she wanted to enjoy it.

He stood there in the dark alley mesmerized by the beauty of the woman standing on the balcony, he could not believe such a beauty was standing before him, in Antonio's 35 years of age he had never seen such a sight. This was not his first masquerade and would not be his last, he lived here in Venice. "Ah, what a beauty" he whispered. Noticing that she was wearing a gown, he would wait for her to descend into the streets and whisk her away later. She was indeed a creature made for loving.

Unaware of what awaited Tania as she stepped into the street, her mask concealing her eyes and portions of her face. She slipped into the passing crowd, dancing happily. From arms to arms she was swayed. Men, women all were dancing and cheering. The beauty of this night engulfing her.

Antonio had been watching far too long now, it was time to step in before she was taken away by someone else. He danced his way through, holding masked ladies, and passing men, till suddenly she was delivered into his arms by a masked pirate.

She was smiling and laughing. Her eyes glittering in the faint light, her body even more exquisite in his arms, he held her waist tighter as they danced.

She felt something different about this new partner and then suddenly she looked upon the stranger. She was shocked. His eyes the color of the deep blue sea, perfect lips and a perfect form. She could tell that beyond his mask this man was extremely handsome. His black jet hair smoothed back, and his dark colored skin gave her the impression that he was not a foreigner. She felt his arms tighten at her waist and her heart leapt.

Antonio leant into her ear and whispered, "Good evening, beautiful, may I have the honor of escorting you through the night?"

Well she did need an escort and his voice was so low and charming and she was extremely curious about her masked partner, she replied "yes u may, Mr.?"

"Antonio, at your service, Miss?"

"Tania" she giggled

"What a beautiful name, for my sweet masked princess" he said

Tania's heart was now racing like wild horses, his voice was sending tremors through her body and flows of sensation through her. "Oh my god" she thought

She could only manage a simply reply "thank you, kind sir"

They twirled, danced and laughed. Through the night their moves had become more sensual, his arms wrapped more about her, his fingers played through her thin dress. Her moves had become bolder; she would mold herself to him only to retreat back teasingly. 

His occasional whispers of her beauty driving her mad, his fingers lightly touching her cheek, her hair and little butterfly kisses on her shoulders and cheeks. Tania was aching for a stranger, and yet he seemed not strange, he fitted perfectly to her form. 

As the crowd started to lessen, couples moving away silently through the night, they grew quieter. Sitting at a small fountain, Antonio to her left, she suddenly felt his arms caressing her shoulders and she was slightly turned and pulled back against his broad chest. His lips against the base of her neck while his hands now caressed her long hands gently. She felt goose bumps rush through her as his lips rose to her ear and whispered, "Tania, my beautiful princess, I beg of you let me make love to you tonight"

Slowly she turned her face to him, capturing his lips kissing him lightly, she whispered "yes, Antonio, make love to me tonight"

Suddenly she was turned in his arms, her fingers in his hair as his lips descended once again on hers possessively, her chest melting into his, his hands caressing her back, sending heat waves through her.

"She tastes wonderful!" Antonio's mind was screaming with desire. He wanted her badly now and if he did not break the kiss now he would take her into a darkened alley and have her. But no he wanted her all, to taste her, feel her and take her gently.

He then broke the kiss and spoke hoarsely "Tania, where do you wish to go, I fear I cannot hold back no longer from ravishing you here"

"My hotel room, I stay at the Hilton" she managed to say

Of course he already knew that, he then took her hand and slowly whisked her away into the path leading to her hotel.

Unable to contain himself, he backed her into a little corner, and pushed her against the wall, taking her lips once more as his hands moved over her body delightfully. Her little whimpers of ache driving him wild, his hands slipped lower, lifting her gown and sliding over her long legs till it reached her mound, caressing her now moist panties.

She arched beneath his fingers as her stroked, his arousal pressing into her, her hands ravaging his hair.

She felt it, hard and pulsating against her tummy; she moved wildly against his body, his fingers sending her over the edge, his lips, his tongue all of him driving her beyond madness.

Suddenly his lips left hers, slowly tracing down her jaw, her neck, down to the hem of her bodice, he kissed and nibbled, one hand drawing it down till one full breast was revealed to him, he eyed the erect nipple hungrily then his lips covered around it, sending her into a wild bliss.

"Antonio" she whispered.

"Yes, yes Tania, I'm sorry I could not contain myself" he said. 

His fingers slowly leaving her wet covered pussy and his other slowly covering her bared breast. 

"I think best we hurry my dear" he said, as he tugged her gently out of the corner and began a hurried pace to the hotel.

They reached the hotel lobby and ran into the elevator, both laughing and giggling as if they were tow teenagers in love.

How the room door was opened, how the lights were turned on? No one knew. All happened in a hurry and suddenly she found herself against the closed door, lips against his, his body pressed into her again, his hands caressing her and his arousal driving her mad.

She began to help him shed his clothes as he began shedding hers. She reached for his mask and he said "no, not yet. We will leave them on for now, later we will remove them"

She accepted that for the moment, because her body was overriding her mind, but she still wanted to see this masked man.

She stood there before him, naked as he. His eyes caressing her naked body as hers were too.

He then stepped in closer and lifted her into his arms, carrying her to the bed, her hair tumbling back against his fingers and her lips slightly parted.

Laying her back against the soft bed, she could feel the could kiss of the silk upon her back, his body slowly joining her as he covered her lightly with his weight, his lips kissing hers once again, his hands roaming her face, her fingers in his hair, then sliding down his back upon his muscles.

"Tania, I shall love you tonight, I shall make you fly above the Venetian skies, my sweet princess" he whispered in her ear.

Slowly, his lips trailed down her jaw, her neck, and down to each rosy peaked nipple. Suckling on them lightly, his tongue caressing, his teeth nipping, his hands stroking.

He slid in-between her legs, nudging him apart as he fit himself between them rocking his body slowly against her mound. 

Her fingers digging into his shoulders and back as she arched beneath him, waves of pleasure rushing through her. Whimpers and moans slipping out from her parted lips.

He traced lower shifting to her navel his tongue running around, over and in it. Tasting her slowly as if she was a rare fruit, each lick, and each kiss savored immensely.

She parted her legs more as she felt his lips reach her bare mound and down to her bare clit. As she felt his lips close upon her clit, she heard a cry "oh God! And realized it was her. her hands now one at his head stroking his hair, the other lifted behind her head grabbing the sheets and tugging as the wild pleasure swept though her entire body shaking her from the inside out.

She tasted magnificent; her scent of lavender filled his nostrils, as his lips sucked gently upon her clit. His hands holding her waist as she squirmed and bucked beneath him. grinding his arousal into the sheets, holding back the urge to dive into her, his lips swept lower to her pussy, licking her folds sucking on each one, then his tongue diving into her probing, tasting her wetness, eagerly feasting upon her.

She knew she could not hold back no longer, arching, and bucking she felt the heat run through her and flow, her climax intense, her juices flowing freely she screamed out loud tugging at his hair harder now as she came.

He sucked up every last drop of her juices, his lips not leaving her as she shuddered and came, greedily he kept his lips fastened there, licking and building up more pleasure. He slowly licked his way back up to her clit, while one hand came to join his lips caressing her wet, slick folds, stroking, and then slipping two fingers deep into her, feeling her muscles clench around them, fucking her gently with them.

"Antonio" she screamed, "yes, oh yes" time after time. 

He lifted his eyes to gaze upon her, her face was flushed, eyes wide and lips parted. "Yes my sweet, scream for me, beg me, and tell me what you want"

"I want you, Antonio please take me, and fill me" she managed to say.

His fingers still deep in her he shifted up to her lips, kissing her fiercely as he continued fucking her with his fingers. Her hands now scratching at his back, her body trembling beneath his, she slipped one hand in-between them to hold his hard cock and began stroking. Meeting his pace with her fingers, she smiled at his length knowing he would fill her as she wished.

He moaned against her lips and knew he could not hold on much longer, he could feel himself wet from his pre cum as she stroked him, knowing he needed to be where his fingers were. Knowing she would be tight enough to wrap around his hard cock perfectly. He wanted to dive into her, wanted to loose himself in her body in her scent.

Quickly sliding his fingers out of her as she came one more time, he shifted so he was between her thighs one more time, she stopped stroking and knew it was time. His hands slid down beneath her bottom lifting her up posing his hard cock at her entrance; he looked her in the eyes and said "now" as he drove hard and fast into her.

She screamed and bucked her whole body trembling. Pleasures ripping through her, she felt him deep in her filling her as she had imagined. She began rocking her hips lightly, telling him that she was ready for him to continue.

"Oh lord" he groaned out loud. She was indeed tight, he held her more secure as he began thrusting into her, moving rapidly, his whole body shaking, trembling.

He felt her tighten more upon him and he could not hold himself he needed more, he began moving faster and faster, thrusting harder, the more she clenched around him. The more his need grew.

"fuck yes!" she screamed as her whole body shook to her third climax, "yes" her head shaking from side to side, her fingers wandering down to her clit, stroking it now, intensifying her pleasures more and more.

He then sat back on his heels, lifting her body up astride him, her hands wrapped about his back his hands holding her waist as he lifted and lowered her upon his hard cock. Shaking all over he could not believe how easily she had wetted him, making his thrusting more easily as he impaled her harder upon him. 

Sweat beads breaking down his forehead, he took her lips kissing her then nuzzled into her neck biting her skin lightly.

Once again she climaxed and knew that it was his turn next, he then gently laid back, stretching his legs not removing himself from her, she was now riding him, her hair tumbling down her face and chest, her lips red and swollen from his kisses, he held her hand and brought it down to her clit. "Play as you cum with me Tania"

He then once again held her hips aiding her in her wild rise upon his hard cock, driving him deeper, as she tightened around him, she stroked, she screamed, he groaned, he moaned. The room filled with cries of pleasure, the heavy scent of sex filled the room. 

She arched back as she prepared herself for her last climax, she felt his pace quicken and he drove faster, grinding her down upon him. His hand came up to her hair pulling her down to him, his lips finding hers as he kissed her fiercely.

She moaned into his lips as she held her release back, he came hard and fast holding her tighter to him, he felt her clench around him milking him of each drop of cum he released into her, then she pushed back and rode him, screaming out her release. 

Finally she fell upon his chest panting. Not a word was said, only the sounds of deep pants filling the room. 

They lay like that for a while, then he broke the silence "oh God, Tania you are incredible" he said

Managing a whisper she said "and so are you Antonio"

Slowly the shifted her spent body into his arms cradling her, he kissed her neck, whispering words of delight into her ear, till they finally both fell asleep.

She awoke in the morning to a feeling of warmth around her; she opened her eyes and gazed into the eyes of the most handsome man she had ever seen. Noticing her mask was off too she smiled. 

"Good morning beautiful Tania"

"Good morning Antonio"

"My god you are beautiful" he said

"And you Antonio are extremely handsome" she replied and blushed

"Tania? How long are you in Venice for?" he asked

"Two more weeks" she replied

"Can I be your personal guide?" he asked

"I would love you to be my personal guide" she giggled and pulled him down to kiss his lips.

And so was Tania's stay in Venice. Mostly in the hotel room, being pleasured, loved and admired.



The Masquerade



Alexa "Lexi" Carmichael was enjoying her evening out, at a costume party to promote the new computer game her company was about to release. But she felt she was being watched. It didn't make her anxious but strangely she found it arousing. Lexi scanned the room trying to find who was watching her, no-one looked to be paying her any more attention than a 5'6" slim blonde with c cup breasts, striking silver eyes and a smile that made hearts race. Lexi had chosen an unusual profession, one which was very much male dominated, she had to be 3 times better than her male counterparts to get promoted and she was. Even if she could see who was staring at her she couldn't discover who they were as everyone was wearing superhero costumes, in honor of the release of "League of Superheroes'" Lexi decided to relax and let her imagination wander. 

Lexi's date, a good male friend, Steve, was just a rouse as no one she worked with knew she was lesbian. A lesbian in a male dominated industry got less promotion and good jobs than woman. Steve had gone to get Lexi a drink and she was standing beside a window, when the drapes closed right behind her. Suddenly the lights go out, a few woman scream, and then a hand clamps over Lexi's mouth. She panics for a second but does not feel threatened, so she relaxes and realizes the leather clad hand covering her mouth is that of a woman. The woman pulls Lexi against her body, her hand still covering Lexi's mouth; Lexi feels her warm moist breath against her ear as her captor whispers, "Meow," nibbles on her earlobe and says in a voice that seems to purr, "Well, well, well what do we have here? If it isn't my sexy nemesis; bat girl. Where is your bat freak not that it matters, I am still going to have you bat girl." Spinning Lexi around to face her, her captor kisses her passionately using her tongue to invade Lexi's mouth. Their tongues duel in battle heroine versus villain each fighting for control. 

The lights come back on, Lexi opens her eyes, expecting to see who was kissing her but no one is nearby, and she is shocked. Could she have fantasized it all? Laughing under her breath to herself she thinks I must be so horny I am dreaming up fantasy girls. Batman aka Steve comes back with her drink and she sips it only half listening to what he is saying. She is still thinking about that kiss. She makes the rounds of the room, talking to important clients, her bosses and colleagues. Batman ever the gentleman and takes care of her every whim.

As Steve goes to get her another drink, again the lights go out and again a female hand clamps over her mouth. The warm moist breath tickles her ear again as her captor whispers into her ear "I saw you looking for me bat girl, did you miss me?" Lexi nods her head yes. Her captor smiles against her ear and rewards her by kissing and nibbling her earlobe and neck. "You want me to kiss you again, don't you bat girl?" Again Lexi nods her head yes. Lexi's captor pushes her against the wall, a little rough, then removes her hand from Lexi's mouth and captures Lexi's mouth with hers kissing hard, possessing her as her hand and claws squeeze her butt pulling her closer. Her ripped, leather clad thigh slides between Lexi's legs parting them to rub against Lexi's kitty as she takes possession of Lexi's mouth. Her breast and tummy pushed hard against Lexi pinning her to the wall in an inescapable embrace. Not that I want to escape Lexi thinks to herself. The kiss ends and she bites Lexi's neck hard and whispers in her ear. 

"Purrrrr bat girl, you are my sex slave, I will be back to claim my prize soon." Still drowning in the passion of that kiss Lexi can't disagree she is this mystery woman's sex slave. The lights come back on and Lexi opens her eyes to find herself against the wall, slightly flushed and still reeling from her nemesis' attack. Her nemesis has again disappeared leaving Lexi wondering if it was all her imagination again. Her hand goes to her neck were she bit and it still smarts from her teeth and Lexi know it is not her imagination. 

Lexi's panties are very wet from the secret attacks. Batman arrives back at Lexi's side unaware of the passionate onslaught she had just enjoyed. She smiles at him and accepts the drink as her eyes scan the room more intently for her secret desire, nodding her head pretending to listen to batman's conversation. Lexi's mind wanders to who was in the cat woman costume? How does she know when the lights will go out? And how does she disappear before they come back on? Lexi excuses herself and goes to the bathroom. As she walks back from the bathroom a door pops open and someone clamps their hand over her mouth and pulls her into a small dark supply closet. Lexi knows that it is her cat woman and excitement tingles through her body as she pulls Lexi against her and whispers in Lexi's ear, her warm moist breath caressing Lexi's neck and ear, "Bat girl, my naughty little slut, are you still moist for me my pretty?" Lexi feel her run her hands up her arms holding them above her had she cuffs Lexi. "Now my sexy little heroine, you are my captive and there is no escaping from my tongue and fingers." Lexi lets out a moan of pleasure as her captor's hands trace over her body, caressing her boobs before moving lower. Lexi wished it wasn't so dark in here; Lexi longs to watch her, see her face as she tantalizes her body. Lexi's dress is around her waist exposing her breasts to her attacker's mouth and hands. The domineering Cat woman moans as she feels, then cups them in her hands and then purrs as she takes one nipple in her mouth. She is gentle at first kissing and sucking and flicking it with her tongue. Her hand has slid down Lexi's body and up the inside of her thigh, her hand under Lexi's skirt she reaches Lexi's now soaked panties. 

Lexi hears people walking by outside and wonders if they can hear her moans; cat woman didn't lock the door. Cat woman starts rubbing your kitty through your wet panties rubbing harder and faster she starts biting and scraping her teeth on the nipple she has in her mouth. Lexi realizes she doesn't care who hears as cat woman teases an orgasm out of her. She slides two of her leather clad fingers into Lexi's panties and squeezes her clit with them. The leather pulling on her clit feels so erotic, Lexi is getting louder now so cat woman stops sucking on her nipple and captures Lexi's mouth with hers swallowing all Lexi's screams and pants she uses her free hand to tease Lexi's nipples their bodies grinding together as she tugs on Lexi's clit while her mound is grinding against Lexi's mound, humping. Lexi knows she isn't as unaffected by this as she seems to be. Lexi cums all over her hand and she brings the hand to Lexi's faces so she can enjoy the taste of her own cum as they both lick it off of her hand. Cat woman uncuffs Lexi and leans her over a bench her butt in the air, she pulls down Lexi's panties, she slaps Lexi's sexy butt hard then leans forward and whispers in her ear as she nibbles. "I wonder if bat freak knows what a little slut you are for me bat girl?" She doesn't wait for an answer just spreads Lexi's thighs and licks and sucks the cum from her kitty. Her tongue darting and dancing over Lexi's clit then sliding inside to lick out all the cum, making sure to lick Lexi's g spot well, one hand slapping Lexi's sexy ass occasionally as she does. Cat woman bites Lexi's thigh and growls as she buries her face into Lexi's cunt, sucking her clit into her mouth flicking it with her tongue and grazing it with her teeth until Lexi cums all over her face. She licks Lexi clean and then spanks her sexy ass coming up behind, Lexi realize she has a strap on dildo on as she slides into her. Lexi moans as it gets driven deep into her, she puts one hand in the middle of Lexi's back and holds her down as she slaps her butt with the other hand. She bites Lexi's back and neck as she drives the strap on into her harder and faster, whispering to her "You like that, bat girl you little slut, don't you?" Catwoman hisses in Lexi's ear. You can do nothing but lie their biting your lips so you don't scream in ecstasy, being taken by a woman you don't know. She slaps Lexi's butt hard as Lexi explodes in a fierce orgasm, Lexi can do nothing but lie over the bench exhausted. She hears movement behind her but is to cum drunk to see what is going on. Finally Lexi snaps out of it and turns to find out who cat woman is, but she is gone. Damn, she thinks to herself, will I ever find out who she is? Lexi dresses herself and sneaks back to the bathroom to make herself look respectable. She smiles in the mirror as she notices how well fucked she looks. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes are dewy, her nipples are hard, her pussy is wet and her butt is tender. 

Lexi goes back to the room and finds her date. "There you are." he says. 

Lexi smiles and say "Sorry someone grabbed me for a quick discussion." The night continues and Lexi sits down to eat dinner, her bosses and 2 important clients are sitting at her table. She is making conversation with them but still cannot stop thinking about cat woman. The food is put on the table and Lexi feels a leather clad hand with claws on her thigh, she jumps slightly but make an excuse. Oh my god, she think to herself, cat woman is under the table. What is she going to do? The leather clad hands spreads Lexi's legs and the claws carefully cut her panties off. Lexi is very nervous but doesn't show it, she think to herself, oh my god she is going to finger me here with my boss, date and clients at the same table. Claws were dragged across Lexi's soft smooth sensitive thighs as she struggle not to moan and just when Lexi thinks she is going to slip a finger into her wet aching cunt, Lexi feels her warm breath on her thigh. Her tongue slides over Lexi's pussy and she lets out a purr just loud enough for Lexi to hear. Lexi is struggling not to moan as she is hopeless to stop cat woman from enjoying her pussy, Lexi spreads her legs wider and subtly enjoys the inevitable. She bites Lexi's cunt, sucks and licks and tongue fucks Lexi to an orgasm, Lexi digs her fingernails into her palm as she is forced to silently enjoy one of the best orgasms she has ever had, whilst being a part of the conversation. After a few minutes recovery Lexi drops her napkin and bends over to pick it up looking for her cat woman, She isn't there. How does she keep disappearing Lexi wonders? Then Lexi notices a note sitting on her lap and casually reads it under the table. 

It reads "Bat girl - my slave come to me. Excuse yourself and come on to the balcony." 

Lexi dutifully excuses herself, needing more of cat woman, and walks on to the balcony. A woman clad in a black leather cat woman costume grabs her and pulls her behind the plants in a corner, where the two could have some privacy. She smiles at Lexi and says "I knew you couldn't resist me bat girl." She kisses Lexi passionately and Lexi kisses her back trying to remove her mask. Cat woman takes Lexi's hands in hers and and rubs her hands over Lexi's body. Lexi submits to her as cat woman kisses and bites Lexi's neck and slides her hand into Lexi's torn panties, Lexi lets out a moan as cat woman starts rubbing her clit whispering in her ear and biting her earlobe. "Your just my dirty little slut aren't you bat girl?" Biting Lexi's neck hard she purrs against her ear "you are going to give yourself to me aren't you bat girl?" Cat woman is fingering Lexi pussy now, as well as rubbing her clit and Lexi is starting to get cum drunk. Cat woman grabs Lexi's ass and crushes their bodies together, nibbling Lexi's collar bone and pushing her top down so she can suck and bite Lexi's nipples. She flicks her tongue over Lexi's nipples before sucking them roughly between her teeth. 

Lexi lets out a moan "Oh cat woman take me please! I need you!" cat woman slithers out of her leather pants and reaches into a bag she has stashed in the plants and pulls out a strapless strap on and slides it into her dripping pussy, she turns it on and pushes Lexi against the wall, she stands between Lexi's legs and rubs the strapless cock against her kitty before thrusting it in. Lexi let out a load moan as the vibrating cock fills her tight wet cunt. Cat woman bites Lexi's neck and thrusts into Lexi hard and fast letting her animal needs take over. As she grabs Lexi's ass and pounds her harder and harder Cat woman's claws are sticking into Lexi's ass as she fucks her until they both cum hard. Lexi look into her eyes and thinks to herself I just let a woman I don't even know fuck me again. Coming out of her cum drunkenness Lexi notice she is dressed again and is grabbing her bag. Lexi grabs her arm and say "wait I have to know who you are." 

She kisses Lexi deeply and says "I will see you back at your place beautiful." She grabs Lexi's torn panties and stuffs them between her breasts, looks into Lexi's eyes and says "I am keeping these as a souvenir." She pulls of her mask and puts it into her bag, grabs Lexi and kisses her passionately, before she leaves. "Jamie," Lexi sighs, smiling as she watches, the woman she loves, the woman she would risk her career for, if they lived in the same city, leave. Lexi dresses and goes back inside getting through the rest of the night panty-less and leaving to get home to Jamie as soon as she can. 



The Masquerade



Every year the Company held a Halloween party and it never failed to be a masquerade though the theme changed every year to keep the concept from becoming boring. This year the theme just happened to be 'favorite actor/actress'. Mya didn't go every year, actually her track record was one party every two years for the past eight years that she had worked for the Company which only put her at four parties total. Well...it would be four after this year's party, at least. For weeks she had struggled to pick a costume that would match the mask she had designed and had made especially for the event. There was only two days left until the party and as a last ditch effort Mya decided to fly into the heart of the real fashion capitol of the world two days early to shop there in hopes that she would finally find something. The entirety of her first day there was spent shopping but the only thing she had been able to find was a few hair accessories that matched the vintage finish of the mask.

I know what your imagining; the cute plastic berets that were huge back in the early and mid nineties. I am here to burst your pretty little bubbles, the clips were a dark tarnished gold with wispy puffs of feathers that formed a small bed of light beige down for the tiny clay formed bird skulls. Yes, I said bird skulls and no it's not disgusting, it's actually quite elegant when paired with the right style of clothing. Besides, it would be hard to tell exactly what they were unless someone was right in her face and examining them with a magnifying glass. The people at these masquerade balls always went big, it's very difficult to guess who is who until midnight when everyone removes their masks though she was normally able to pinpoint people by their mannerisms alone.

Her second day in Paris turned up a beautiful beige satin layered skirt edge with faux-fur and a pair of gold shoes to go with the image forming in her mind. On her third break-stop at a street side cafe she was about to give up when she spotted a shop across the street from where she sat beneath a green and blue umbrella shading her from the rays of the sun. Finishing her cappuccino, she collected her shopping bags and tucked the thick ribbon handles into the crook of her elbow. Crossing the street, she smiled at the people she passed and pushed the frosted glass door open; a set of chimes signaling her presence.

"Hello miss, how can I help you?"

"Oh, hi there. I..I have a company party to go to and I'm looking for the perfect top to go with these.." At this the matte black shopping bags were set on the counter as she fished the skirt out from one to show the woman. Settling the soft fabric back in the bag, Mya showed her the shoes next only to hurriedly put them back and pick the bags up as Michelle, the sales woman, turned on her heel and headed for the back wall. She waited for Mya to catch up before gesturing to a gold steel-boned corset with pearl accents along the top and bottom. Mya was completely speechless at it's beauty though her hand rose to trail along the form front of the corset. "That's not fabric..."

"Non, it is a very, very thin layer of plexiglass that has been molded into this shape. It's very flexible as well and it is lined with six layers of thick satin and the steel bones are wrapped in a thick layer of cotton to prevent bruising or indenting the skin. The laces are pure satin, also six layers worth so it remains as strong as possible, no matter how tightly you lace the corset."

Mya turned the mannequin to survey the back and the laces, her eyes wide with awe. "It's beautiful. It's perfect, I'll take it." Even though the price was a little high in her opinion, she couldn't deny the fact that it was indeed perfect for the occasion. Plus, it wasn't as if she couldn't afford it, her job was a high salary catch and she was very good at what she did.

She still had one more thing left to find to complete her costume for the following night; a wig. After paying for the corset she was just about to leave when she turned back to Michelle. "Do you know a quality wig shop that's relatively close by?"

"Oui, there is one a few blocks away, Don Marke's. He specializes in custom fit wigs but he has display sets that he sells as well."

"Thank you, have a nice day!" Pushing the door open, her sunglasses were lowered to shield her eyes from the sun as she turned to the left and started walking. Michelle had gestured this way while talking about the shop so she could only assume, and hope, that this was the right way. Weaving in between the happy couples that strolled the sidewalks of the city of love, for once she found herself wishing she had a man by her side, a hand to hold as they walked from store to store, a man that she could entrust with her heart. It seemed the Fate's just didn't think to put it in her cards, though she had caught the boss man looking a time or two. His reputation preceded him though, so even though she definitely would have went home with him after any number of the Friday night company drink soirees, he was known for his lack of personal relationships. He never got involved with anyone and the only time he was ever seen out on the town was when he treated his colleagues to drinks every Friday. If he ever married, it would definitely by the job that ended up as his bride, or so said the office gossips. It wasn't as if girls hadn't tried to hook up with him; they had but they always failed in one way or the other. Shaking the thoughts from her head, she looked up at the sign above the glass window display and pushed the door open, another tiny set of chimes betraying her entrance just like the corset shop.

"Welcome to Don's, how may I help you today?"

"Hi, yes...I'm looking for a very..aristocratic, old world elegance wig. Preferably a deep golden blonde, to match this." She lifted the skirt fro the bag once more, just enough for the woman to see the color scheme; a faint sense of deja vu washing through her. The short, plump woman seemed to think for a moment before bustling into a back room, leaving Mya standing in the middle of the shop with nothing to do. Moving towards one wall, she browsed quietly until the woman, Madeline, came out to find her and guide her to one of the many vanities lining the back wall. Seeing the huge mass of tight golden brown and blonde ringlets, Mya nodded furiously. "This is gorgeous!"

"Is it what you are looking for, miss?"

"Absolutely."

"Then let us make sure it fits you properly first, just in case it needs to be tightened before I ring you up."

xxxx

The rest of the day was spent doing idle pleasure shopping since she had finally found her full costume. After dropping all four bag off at the hotel, on her way out she just so happened to run into her boss on the elevator going back down to the lobby. Greeting him with a smile she stepped in and stood by the front corner as he lounged against the wall beside the command center.

"I see I am not the only one enjoying the sights a day early. How are you Mya?"

"Aleksandr. I am doing well, what of you? And yes, I suppose great minds really do think alike."

"I am doing fantastic, just heading out to grab something from my favorite cafe before I pick up my costume from the tailors. What about you?" "Oh, just some leisure shopping." By then the elevator had finally reached the ground floor and as the heavy silver doors lid open he touched her arm softly to catch her attention as they stepped out of the confines of the elevator.

"Would you like to join me for a cup of coffee? It would be my pleasure to treat such a lovely lady to a mid-dusk caffeine break at the very least."

The sight of his warm smile combined with his steady voice and the still present touch of his hand on her arm had her nodding before she could even think of saying no. (Not that she would've sad anything but yes anyways.) "I'd like that, Aleksandr..Thank you."

xxxx

They sat in that cafe for two hours until they realized how late it was getting. They had talked about anything and everything except for work and they found out that they actually had quite a bit in common; more then they realized.

"So the way I see it, we have two options. We can go our separate ways or we can continue the night together. You said you were going shopping, I don't mind the idea of getting a sneak peek into the Mya I never get to see at work, unless, of course, you don't want company."

"I would love the company actually but don't you need to visit the tailor?"

"Eh, we can stop on the way back to the hotel."

"Well, when does the tailor close up shop? That way time doesn't fly by and we lose track of it."

"He closes at eleven, so we have roughly three hours."

"Plenty of time. I wouldn't want you to have to pick up your costume the day of the ball."

xxxx

They visited almost every shop within those next three hours, bags upon bags on both of their arms because he was such a gentleman and wouldn't let her carry all of the by herself. They did remember to stop at the tailors and if you, my dear readers, thought that you would get a glimpse of what his costume is, let me remind you that I am the only omniscient party here. When they arrived back at the hotel, instead of handing her all the bags he was carrying, Aleksandr accompanied her to her room on the eighth floor.

"Where would you like these?"

"Oh...The dresser is a suitable spot I suppose. Thank you for carrying them up for me, I appreciate it Aleksandr."

"It was nothing, Mya. I am glad we got to spend some time together, I enjoyed your company." He paused on his way to the door, looking down into her beautiful crystal blue eyes; laying a much larger hand over hers, he smiled to her. "Have I ever told you how beautiful your eyes are?"

She had no idea why but a very light blush crept into the apples of her cheeks, her eyes sparkling as a bright smile danced across her lips. "You have now. Thank you, for the compliment and your company. I will see you tomorrow night, then. I wouldn't wish to keep you up too late." Her smile was back, softer then before as he pressed an unexpected kiss to her cheek.

"Even if you did I wouldn't mind at all. I shall leave you with your new purchases, no doubt you'll have a fun time organizing them into your luggage, no?"

"Most likely. Good night, Alek."

"Good night, Mya."

He had a point, she would need another suitcase if she ere to take all of this back to New York with her. Calling down to the concierge, she asked the man where she could find a store that sold luggage only to find out that she had passed the shop at least three times that day. Thanking the man, she looked to the clock and figured she had plenty of time tomorrow morning to buy a suitable carry-on as well as a suitcase or two. As she turned on the radio, she found a station that constantly played music with good, strong drums and began dancing as she busied herself with readying a shower. Getting the water to the perfect temperature, she pulled the red sundress off over her head and laid it on the counter by the sink. Unfastening the satin bra, she settled the scrap of fabric on top of the dress and then the matching panties were laid hap-haphazardly over it. Stepping into the shower, she ducked under the spray and soaked her hair, just standing there for a long moment before washing her hair and the rest of her body. The touch of the soft, sudsy washcloth against her pierced clit had a sudden jolt of pleasure shooting through her, almost as if she had been left hanging a moment before she reached orgasmic bliss. To bad that wasn't the case. Rinsing off, she shaved her legs and the firm flesh of her mound and slit before finally turning the water off and wrapping a huge, fluffy towel around her body.

Collapsing onto the incredibly soft bed she tied her hair up and wrapped her headscarf around the messy silver-blonde tendrils before laying back against the pillow. For once she fell asleep easily, not even caring that the towel was still wrapped around her lithe form.

[Her dream was so vivid it felt like reality, right down to the last tiny detail. The main setting was the hotel pool and she was even wearing the bikini she had packed, the red flowers popping beautifully against her skin. With her hair tied back in a french braid, she sat in the hot tub with two other guests who got out and left within moments of her dream beginning. Rolling her towel up, she used it as a pillow for her head and shoulders as she laid her head back and closed her eyes. Listening to the soothing sound of the jets whirring beneath the water, she was completely unaware that someone else had joined her until a pair of rough yet gentle hands brought her feet into the owner's lap beneath the surface of the water. Her eyes popped open and as she recognized who it was she soon relaxed and began to truly enjoy the foot massage he was treating her to. Not a word was spoken, their actions spoke volumes as did the expressions on their faces; the looks in their eyes. His hands slowly climbed up her calves, all the while massaging her muscles with the tips of his fingers. Watching as he shifted closed, she didn't mind the fact that his hands continued to climb until the reached the tops of her thighs where his touch encountered the edge of her bikini bottoms. By this time he was kneeling in the center of the hot tub, the frothy water just barely bubbling over the width of his shoulders as her knees rested against the sides of his chest.

Just looking into those beautiful blue eyes she could tell her wanted her just as much, just as badly as she wanted him. Walking her burgundy tipped fingers up his arms, she cupped the slope of his neck between her soft hands with a faint smile and pulled him closer. She was pleased to notice that he didn't resist at all and in fact leaned in and took the initiative, lightly skimming his lips across hers before gradually deepening it until their tongues were tangled in a web of their own desires and need. He tasted like the finest strawberries and the most decadent of chocolate and felt even better as he pulled her much smaller form into his, her legs wrapping around the thickness of his waist as he held her head above the water easily. The feel of his hands roaming the bake skin of her midriff and the slope of her back had a soft moan escaping only for him to swallow it and replace it with one of his own; grant it his was much, much deeper then hers.

In the next second the scene changed, jumped forward and all of a sudden they were in on of the many grotto's hidden in the massive rock sculpture that also had a place to jump from accompanied by a waterfall. They must have been dead center because the sound of the rushing water was faint, a background noise that only served to make her focus completely on him. The tight knots that held her bikini top up were loosened one by one, first the one against her back and then the one resting at the back of her neck. As it fell from her handful sized breasts, it landed in the churning water of the grotto jacuzzi and promptly floated away. The faint groan he let out at the sight of her piercing topped breasts made her bite her lip but the feel of his hands moving to cup them, the faint massage in his touch made her moan through the grip her teeth still had on her lip. Watching as he lowered his head, her legs squeezed tighter around his hips as he enveloped first one nipple within his mouth and then the other, keeping the pierced buds prisoner for long moments as he tasted and teased her sensitive flesh. One of her soft hands cupped the back of his neck, the other trailed down along the ridges of muscle along his side before finally reaching the waist band of his dark green swim trunks. Following the edge of the fabric, her relatively short nails danced back and forth across the patch of skin beneath his naval, soliciting a soft moan from him that was quickly pressed against the curve of her neck. Nimble fingers untied the drawstrings as her other hand dropped from his neck to help push the offending material down his hips until the shorts rested around his knees, unable to do further as he perched on the bottom of the jacuzzi on his knees. His hands did the same, they caressed every inch of creamy skin on the ay down, the ties at her hips quickly pulled loose so he could fling the sodden fabric away from them.

"I've wanted this..you...for so long Mya.."

The head of his shaft teased her soft folds, driving her crazy every time he intentionally brushed the engorged bud of her clit. Just as he pressed against her entrance an annoying, shrill tone of music broke through the sound barrier; her alarm.]

Awakening to the feeling of damp thighs and her nails digging into the pillow she was clutching against herself, she drew her face back from its softness and sighed quietly. These dreams would be her undoing, especially with the masquerade later that night; inhibitions fled when full costumes and alcohol got involved. She still had a few hours before the party would start and she was no doubting her decision to go based solely on the dream she had just enjoyed thoroughly. It left her wanting more, quite a bit more actually and she was slightly afraid of the fact that her identity would be a complete secret. She could do almost anything she wanted and she would never be found out. She had a habit of leaving before the unmasking at midnight and this year would be no different. Removing the scarf from around her head, she took her hair out of the messy bun that it had become and went into her bag, fishing for a brush. Finding it at the very bottom. She took it out and ran it through her hair, wincing occasionally whenever it caught a particularly nasty knot. When it was completely tangle free she figured the piling it around her head in a dutch braid would be the most comfortable once the wig was on, plus it would give an added layer of security; the wig wouldn't be able to slip out of place or come off until she took it off herself.

Heading down to the hotel salon, for the next two hours she pampered herself with a mani-pedi and had her make-up done in a dramatic fashion that would make her sky blue eyes pop from behind the mask. Tacking the total onto her hotel bill, she tipped the women that had worked with her and headed back up to her room to get ready.

Xxxx

Calling down to the front desk to make sure that Aleksandr had already left, the receptionist confirmed that he had left ten minutes ago in an old fashion suit with a waist coat and a vibrant gold handkerchief tucked into his breast pocket. Thanking the woman, she hung up and grabbed the cashmere scarf off the end of the bed, winding it around her bare shoulders as she brushed the heavy curls of the wig back behind her shoulders. Tucking her key card into the tiny pocket sewn into the inside of the corset, she adjusted her breasts to be more comfortable and tightened the silk laces just a tad more before finally heading down to the company car that waited outside for her.

"Courtesy of Mr. Aleksandr, Miss Mya." The driver said to her as he held the door open for her. Thanking him, she wondered how he knew who she was and simply figured that he had told the man that there would be a woman who would come down in an elaborate costume and that that woman would be her. Sliding into the back seat, she rested her mask in her lap and sat back, content to watch the beautiful scenery pass by as the car headed for the Chateau. Pondering every detail of her plan, she had come to the conclusion that if something did happen, she wanted to be the instigator and not just another pawn that Fate decided to finally put into play. Looking up as they arrived roughly fifteen minutes later, she couldn't help the smile at the line of cars that led all the way around the half-circle drive. Listening to the crunch of gravel beneath the car, she tied her mask into place and made sure the double knotted bow couldn't come loose. Waiting for the doorman to open the car door for her, she stepped out gracefully, making her way up the stairs to the magnificent double doors that stood open to reveal a velvet draped foyer leading to the grand ballroom.




The Masquerade



Accepting the glass of champagne that was offered to her as she paused in the entrance to the ballroom, she adjusted her ask and scanned the room once before turning to the photographer that stood beside the short flight of stairs leading to the floor of the ballroom. Giving the camera a luscious smile, she nodded and moved away as soon as he had snapped her picture, letting the crowd of costumed bodies swallow her up. Stopping to talk with various people, she sipped her champagne slowly, wanting to make her first glass last as long as possible. The music hadn't started yet so people were still networking for now, so for the moment she found a seat at an empty table and got comfortable, content to people watch for a while. Absently she searched the room for Aleksandr, her mind conjuring up an image of what his costume might look like.

Fingering the pearl accents on the corset, a smile took over her face when the band took the stage some ten minutes later. So far she hadn't spotted Aleksandr but she had managed to identify almost twenty people based on how they carried themselves and the way they stood when talking to other people. It was amusing to sit back and just people watch and figure out who was who by their mannerisms alone. Finishing the flute of champagne, she set the empty glass on the table and stood just as a small gaggle of girls walked up to her.

"Your costume is simply to die for, who are you supposed to be?"

"A modernized Marilyn Monroe. I even have the beauty mark, see?" A tilt of her head sent the other side of her face out of the shadows and into the light.

"Well, you have our vote."

"Most definitely!" Chimed one of the other girls.

"Vote?"

"Yeah, this year there is a vote for best costume, both for guys and gals."

"Oh! Well, thank you ladies. Oh and have you seen a man in a tailed waist coat and cape with a golden pocket handkerchief anywhere by chance?"

"I think I saw him by the voting booths on the other side of the stage."

"Thank you again ladies, have fun."

Surveying the crowd, she moved away from the group of women and off towards the stage, dancing her way through the growing crowd until she spotted him at the bar instead of the voting booths. Quietly maneuvering behind him, she wrapped her slim arms around his waist and splayed her fingers against him -- one hand over his left pectoral and the other a few inches below the right.

"A little early to bring out the hard stuff, dontcha think?"

Hearing him chuckle, her arms loosened around him as he turned towards her with a tumbler of what she could only guess was vodka. Letting her hands fall against his sides lightly, she smoothed the fabric of his vest and grinned.

"It seems we match, Mr. Phantom. Though anyone who knows you well enough can tell its you, even with only half of your handsome face showing."

"I suppose we do. I feel as if I know you but I can't place you for the life of me...You'd think with such gorgeous eyes I would remember you."

"Oh...don't fret...You'll find out my real identity by the end of the night." Drawing him away from the bar and onto the dance floor, the turn of the century waltz was taken up by the band which threw them together more often then not as all the other people on the dance floor followed the old world style of the dance to a T. They avoided the parts that required them to switch partners and instead they stayed together for the duration as well as the next few songs as well. They talked throughout each song and she was amazed that he hadn't guessed who she was simply by her beautiful eyes (his words) and her voice. As the songs changed and the music melded into a new beat entirely, she drew away and curtsied elegantly.

"I have a feeling you are obligated to network and speak with more then just me tonight."

"You would be right unfortunately, save me the last dance?"

"If your lucky, though you might find me before then as well, you know."

"Indeed I might. I shall find you soon my golden temptress."

xxxx

Countless dances with coworkers later, she excused herself from her current dance partner and went to lean against the bar for a moment to catch her breath before ordering a vodka cranberry. As she waited she turned to lean the curve of her hip against the edge of the bar and survey the room and just as her drink was set beside her a strong set of hands captured the indent of her waist. Tilting her head, a pair of lips brushed across the ridge of her delicate ear; a gruff voice husky with a whisper. "A little early for the hard stuff, isn't it?" He was simply letting her know who it was, he had no desire to be stopped because she didn't know who was behind her.

"Perhaps...perhaps not. Have you had your fill of networking?"

"For once, yes. I must admit that watching you dance is the catalyst I needed to finish the business part of the evening quicker then usual."

"Such flattery will get you every where when combined with the boyish grin you do so well. Maybe I can interest you in a stroll through the maze in the back garden? I've heard it's quite lovely."

"You may, its just the thing to brighten my night, especially when enjoyed with you." Picking her drink up for her, he offered her his arm and guided her out the french doors that lead to a gorgeous patio. Gracefully descending the stairs, they walked at a luxuriously slow pace towards one of the many entrances to the maze, quickly finding themselves surrounded by ten foot high shrubs as they followed the path while they lost themselves in conversation. As they walked, they came upon a pair of opulent looking settees that sat beneath a stone pillared canopy made of pure red silk. Laying a delicate hand upon the intricately carved stone, Mya found herself ducking playfully behind the column only to peek out at him from the other side.

Playing along with the little charade she had introduced, he grinned and moved to relax comfortably on one of the settees which made Mya circle the pillar until she was once more 'hidden' from his view. "Come out, come out wherever you are..." His voice trailed off as his eyes followed the sight of her skirt blowing to one side thanks to the slight breeze that kept the night a pleasantly cool evening. Mya peeked one last time and he looked away as if he hadn't seen her. Taking the chance, she quickly changed pillars to stand behind the lounge chair he occupied, a soft and musical laugh escaping her though it sounded more like the laugh of a sylph or nymph then a human.

Softening her already sweet, feminine voice, she whispered to him, "Close your eyes." How he managed to resist that melodiously spoken request no one would ever know but for a moment his eyes remained open before his lashes met his cheeks in a secret affair. "They are closed, my sweet siren." Taking his word for it, she hesitantly moved out from behind the decorated pillar and danced the tips of her dainty fingers across the rugged width of his unyielding shoulders. Walking along the edge of the settee, she paused and leaned over him, one hand against the top of the chair while the other tenderly cradled the firm slope of his jaw. The meld of alcohol (though she hadn't had much) and her hidden identity made her bold, the dream from the night before fuel to the rise of flames within her; flames of need, desire and most of all -- lust. Drawing closer until she could feel his quickened breaths against her plump lips, she waited until he drew in a deeper breath before pressing her cranberry tainted lips to his. If she had any idea about controlling the kiss (as if!) it would have been shattered the moment he began returning that deeply sensual, seductive kiss. The kiss in the dream was nothing compared to the real thing, his large hands sank into the curls of the wig and cupped the back of her neck even as she moved to sink gracefully into his lap for fear of losing her balance.

Caressing the side of his face that was left uncovered by the simple white mask, her fingertips followed the arch of his cheekbone up to his temple before pushing back through the short sandy blonde stalks of his hair. Cradling the back of his head in her tender hands, Mya couldn't resist delving back into the hunger driven kiss once more after pausing to they could both draw in a reluctantly needed breath. Her small frame clung to his as he wrapped his arms around her, his fingers working the thick laces of her corset free until he could unwrap the beautiful present that was her body. Tossing the garment away, his lips parted as his jaw dropped slightly at the sight of such beautiful, firm breasts topped by two silver balls to either side of her perfect nipples. Leaning closer, he buried his face in her luscious skin, devouring her sweet flesh that smelled and tasted like the most delicious meld of mango and pomegranate.

She couldn't help the soft moans that escaped as he paid so much attention to the soft mounds of her breasts, her hands working at the buttons of his waistcoat and vest before discarding them both at the same time. One of the buttons on his shirt popped off completely in her haste but neither noticed, nor did they really care either, especially not when their mouths melded together like heat and sand right after a lightning strike. Laying her back on the surprisingly comfortable settee, he followed her down and settled himself over her, his shirt gaping open down to where it was still tucked into his slacks. A moment later her hands nimbly unfastened the button of his fly, the zipper edging down tooth by tooth as she buried her face in the side of his neck, nibbling and kissing at his sin as she saw fit. Running a hand along the back of her neck, he growled firmly when she nipped his earlobe but let out a deep moan only a fraction of a second later when her hand fished his member from the confines of his boxers and began to stroke him fervently.

"Oh...fuck yes.." He murmured, caught in the sensation of her silky skin enveloping the heat of his shaft. Delving his hands beneath the fabric of her skirt, it took him longer then he liked to fish through the layers to find the edge of her panties. Hooking his fingertips in the tight fabric, he pulled it slowly down her impossibly long legs and glanced at them, the bold red satin making him harden even more within her stroking grasp, something he had never even thought possible let alone experienced. Finally tossing the distracting material away, he once more sank his hands into the layers of her skirt to push it up until it bunched around her entrancing hips.

Looking up at him as her hand slowed the still firm stroke along his length, the sight of him wetting his lips with a swipe of his tongue made her tug him closer gently by the cock until the very tip teased her dewy folds. They both gasped sharply as his hips jerked in reaction to the sensation which only succeeded in sinking the head of his shaft into the drenched depths of her cunt. Gauging her body's response to his size, he moved slowly and gave her an inch at a time even though her eyes begged for him to just take her completely. Trying to keep her moans quiet just in case they weren't the only people enjoying the maze, she wrapped her legs firmly around his hips and locked her ankles against the small of his back, using the new hold on him to jerk him in against her. Crying out softly, she bit her lip so hard she was on the verge of drawing blood as he finally had all nine thick, solid inches buried within her sodden depths. Letting out a hard groan, he ground his hips into hers as he leaned down to capture her lips in a no-holds-barred kiss, holding nothing back as he began to move within her. Drawing out until only the very tip of him teased her slit, he drove back home with a vicious sounding slap of skin against skin, wanting to be gentle but the hunger within him was growing stronger by the second as she worked to meet his every thrust with an arch of her voluptuous hips.

Moaning the amount of her pleasure into the air between them, she kissed him again, teasing his lips and tongue with her own, nibbling at the width of his bottom lip before dragging it between her pearly whites. Writhing beneath him, she cried out as he grabbed her ankles in his capable hands and moved her legs until they rested over his shoulders, her flexibility showing as he did so. Clenching tighter around him in this new position, she let out another loud cry of need against his lips as he sought to muffle the sound simply because of where they were at. He longed to hear her scream his name and he wondered if she was even a screamer though by the strength of her moans he had a pretty good guess that she was. Dragging her nails down the ridged slope of his muscular back, the feel of his much bulkier body bearing down on her over and over was quickly becoming too much for her to handle. Her insides churned and her thighs began to quiver as he sped up, their breathing ragged and broken up with unrestrained moans and hoarse cries of pleasure as their lips hovered a breath's length apart.

Arching her back, she mashed her breasts against the wall of his chest, her own heaving with heavy, erratic intakes of breath as he jolted her system with a flick of his fingertip across her clit. Twisting the pierced nub of flesh teasingly between his fingers, he circled it in a hard little massage, her entire body giving away the fact that she was just as close to climaxing as he found himself to be. Time seemed to fly by but at the same time slow to a crawl, she seemed to notice every little detail; the tiny drop of sweat trickling down the side of his face to the way the muscles in his abdomen clenched as hard as a rock as he fought to stave off his orgasm for as long as possible. Reaching up, that tiny drop of sweat was wiped away unceremoniously just as he bent his head to the swell of her breast to trap a rosy pink nipple behind his lips, suckling at it as it tightened into a hard pebble of flesh beneath his attention. As the pleasure sky-rocketed she couldn't fight it any longer. The build up of tension and pleasure burst forth from the cradle of her hips, blasting outwards to the top of her head and the tips of her toes, causing them to curl until the joints turned white with the pressure. Digging her nails into the bulges of his biceps, he had to kiss her to cut off the scream of complete and utter pleasure as her orgasm reached fruition, her body writhing beneath and against his. The hot rush of her juices sliced through the thine line of his control, cutting it into the smallest pieces he'd ever experienced as he joined her in her climactic journey of fulfillment.

Exchanging moans and mewls of pleasure as they held the kiss for the entirety of their orgasms, when they did finally break apart they could do nothing but stare into each others eyes. Eventually he reluctantly withdrew from her, a groan of loss escaping him to match the tiny mewl that fell from her lips. Sitting up he took her hand and pulled her to him gently with a kiss to the backs of her fingers. "You are simply amazing...your just...damn.."

She found that fact that he was largely speechless very cute which made her want him again but they didn't have very much time left if his watch was anything to go by. "It's safe to say that your pretty damn amazing, too." She sighed lightly and stood, her skirt falling down around her legs once more as she moved to collect their clothes. Following suit, he caught her hips as she wrapped her corset around herself once more and pulled her back against him, kissing along her neck softly as the bell in the back courtyard chimed. He was amazed at how quickly and efficiently she was able to lace her corset back up though he noticed it wasn't as tight as it had been earlier in the night.

"I think they're about to announce best costume..." He said idly as he tried to capture her attention, she looked worried, panic stricken almost at the sound of the midnight bell.

"Maybe you could let me know who wins."

"How can I if I don't know who you are?"

"You'll find a way, your very resourceful sweets."

And in that moment he knew exactly who she was. He didn't need to see her gorgeous face beneath her mask, he finally recognized her eyes as she looked at him one last time before fleeing the clearing by a different path from the one they had taken to get there. She had called the waitress 'sweets' once or twice the night before and so now everything else was now allowed to fall into place after he had wondered about her identity for the entire night. Buttoning his shirt, he bent to retrieve his vest and spotted a blotch of bright red against the stones beneath the settee, the satin soft in hand as he picked it up. A grin broke across his face as he tucked the fabric into his pocket and headed back the way they had come, a plan forming in his mind on the way back. When he was back within the crowed ballroom he found he was just in time to see a picture of Mya projected onto the projector screen as the winner of the woman's best costume. Going up to the woman holding the microphone, he explained that 'Miss Monroe' had to leave early and that he would be happy to give her the prize that she had won. Tucking the envelope with the cruise ticket into his vest pocket, he was just about to turn and leave when he saw his picture come up next. Pausing, he waved as everybody began to clap once more, the woman handing him a second envelope a moment later.

"Thank you, I suppose now is the time for the unveiling, hmm?" He figured most people knew it was him already so in the distraction of the unveiling he slipped out a side door and went to find his driver, intent on starting his plan as soon as possible.

Xxxx

Wrapping her damp, braided hair up with the headscarf she only used for that purpose, she finished packing her newest acquisitions into the equally new hardcover suitcases and set them by the window. Crossing the room, she fell flat on her face on the bed and sighed, reliving every detail of the night for the thousandth time. Deciding to call down for room service, she ordered a hot fudge sundae with triple the whipped cream and a side of fresh fruit to go with it. Adding in a bottle of champagne at the last second, she hung up after it was all confirmed and sat back to flick through the TV channels in an effort to distract herself from reliving the best sex she had ever had in her entire life again. Hearing a knock on the door ten minutes later, she scrambled off the bed and pulled on a robe over her silk negligee and grabbed a ten dollar bill out of her purse for a tip. Opening the door, she expected to see a hotel employee but instead she looked up into the face of the man that was haunting her every thought. Arching a brow when she noticed the tray of desserts in his hands, she stood back to let him in.

"When did you start working for the hotel?"

"Well hello to you too Mya. Did you enjoy the party tonight?" He asked nonchalantly, wanting her to believe that he had no idea that it had been her that he had enjoyed the night with.

"I did, it was very lively this year. Everyone looked amazing. Did you come here just to check on me?"

"I did actually, I wanted to make sure you got back to the hotel safely." He stood by the dresser where he had set the tray of food for a moment longer before moving closer to her, closer then he would have yesterday. He slipped a hand into his vest pocket and took out the envelope that was meant for her and held it out to her.

"No one could find you after the unveiling but you won the costume prize. Also..." His other hand pulled the pair of red panties from his pocket and lifted them so they could both see them easily. "You dropped these when you bolted into the maze, my dear."

Taking the envelope, she was just about to thank him, a smile on her lips until he pulled her favorite pair of panties out of his pocket. Blanching slightly, she opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out which was a good thing because it would have been stifled by the kiss that he pressed against her plump lips. Feeling his hands gently working to remove the scarf from her head, she let a faint mewl press against his lips before pulling away to look up at him. "Did you know it was me the whole time?"




The Masquerade



"I had my suspicions, but you confirmed them when you called me sweets before you left. Are you upset that I figured it out? You look a little...distressed." His hands slowly unwound the braid until her beautiful hair spilled down her back once more.

"No, I'm happy you found out..I just don't relish the thought of what others will think." She stared up at him, her body leaning automatically into his now as he caressed her silken cheek.

"Pay them no mind, my dear. They'll be jealous, especially if you agree to go out to dinner with me. I have to admit...that was the best sex I've ever had Mya...That's okay to admit, right?"

Blinking owlishly in the face of his confession, she finally smiled and brushed the pad of her thumb over the width of his bottom lip. "Yes, I would love to go to dinner with you and yes it's okay to admit because I confess to it as well."

"Well then...maybe..." He pressed a kiss to her lips softly then followed the gentle slope of her jaw up to the delicate curve of her ear. "We should..." His hands had wandered down her sides beneath her robe to her hips and from there they glided around to the generous globes of her ass. "Indulge ourselves again..." Now he gripped the slope of her ass into the backs of her thighs and lifted her into the air as easily as if she were as light as a feather, the feeling of her legs curling around him making him need her more and more with each second that passed them by. Purring as he pressed her petite frame against his own, she dropped the envelope and the satin to the floor and grinned as he made a bee-line for the king sized bed in the middle of the room. Murmuring against his lips between heated kisses and hunger-filled moans, she couldn't help how much she needed him. 

"And again...and again...and again..."



The Masquerade Ball



Tonight was the night of the masquerade ball. It was a charity event to raise funds for rebuilding New Orleans. So the theme was outlandish and risqué. She had selected a costume that fit the theme. It was gown, rather Victorian in appearance, at least at first glance. That was before you noticed the slits in the fabric that opened and closed when she moved a certain way. When they opened, they exposed the smooth honey brown skin of her legs. It was tight around her waist, thrusting her large breasts out, making them appear as if they would burst out of the imprisoning fabric at any moment. It dipped in a V fashion, exposing the shadows between her breasts. 

As she admired herself in the full length mirror, she dabbed a little perfume into that magnificent cleavage. She smiled as she did so, hoping that some lucky man would have the opportunity to smell the delicate fragrance. As she swirled around she felt the air waft over her naked pussy. She was feeling naughty tonight and hoped to use the anonymity of the masquerade to have a little fun. 

At that moment there was a knock on the front door. It was the taxi that was to take her to the ball. Slipping her sequined mask over her face, she gathered her skirt up and slipped out the door. During the ride she noticed the driver sneaking peaks at her in his mirror. He seemed fascinated by her breasts. Good! That was the effect she was seeking. She knew tonight she would have a cock buried in her hot pussy. It had been way too long and she needed it badly. 

She got out of the taxi when they arrived and turned to pay the driver. She leaned over to pay him, giving him one last look at her breasts. His eyes were fixated on them as she put the money in his hand. She jiggled them a little, just to see his eyes grow wider. Then she stood up and turned around, leaving him with just a memory of the delights that would belong to another tonight. 

As she ascended the stairs into the building, she noticed men turning to watch her. They seemed captivated by the glimpses of her legs as the slits opened and closed. The attention was making her pussy wet with anticipation. It was going to be hard to wait until after the ball. She knew she would never make it that long. 

As she entered the ballroom she noticed two large men standing near the bar. One was dressed as Zorro, complete with a long sword. Smiling to herself, she wondered if his other sword was long. The man standing beside him was dressed in a garish outfit, rather like a court jester. But it was skin tight and showed that he had a magnificent body, lean and hard. It was clear that they were friends as one glanced her way and nudged the other. Pointing with his chin as he stared at her. She made her way over toward the bar, seemingly intent on getting a drink. But really hoping that these two magnificent specimens would introduce themselves. 

As she came near, the one dressed as Zorro strode up to her. He stopped in front of her and with a flourish, took his hat off and bowed deeply. "I am Zorro and you look ravishing. May I have the honor of learning your name?" She had decided on an alias before she arrived so she was ready for the question. "You may. I am Monique. And who is your friend?" At that moment he walked up and said "I am Scaramouch." He too bowed before her, but as he did so, he took her hand and kissed it. It was a lingering kiss with just a hint of tongue. With that, he took her arm and led her to the dance floor. 

Holding her tight, he proceeded to lead her in a sensuous dance. His arms tight about her they swayed and turned to the music. There was no space between them, her breasts were pushed even higher and her nipples were threatening to pop out. As it was they pushed against the fabric, they were so hard. 

The song ended and Zorro was there to claim her for the next dance. He too held her tight, his hand dropping to caress her ass before rising to her back to hold her tight again. As he tightened his grip, one of her nipples popped out. He glanced down at it and then around the room, noting their dancing had brought them into a little alcove. Taking advantage of their momentary privacy, he bent his head down and licked her nipple. The sensation made her pussy pulse and get wetter. His tongue was long and rather pointed as it moved from her nipple up her neck until he finally placed his mouth over hers and kissed her. It was an incredible kiss, his tongue slipped into her mouth where it twinned around hers. The kiss seemed to last for an eternity but then she felt a hand on her shoulder. 

It was Scaramouch. Zorro released her from his arms and she fell in to Scaramouch's arms. His lips immediately sought hers and they fell into a deep embrace. She was so incredibly turned on, her pussy was actually dripping. She could feel the moisture as it ran down her legs. Then Zorro took her back in his arms for another kiss. She was traded back and forth between these two incredible men, kissing each in turn. While one was kissing her, the other's hands wandered over her body. 

Looking up, she realized the men had maneuvered her into a small room off the ball room. That was good as one of them had reached into her bodice to release her breasts. Hands were playing with her nipples, she didn't know whose hands, nor did she care. She felt her skirt being lifted. There was a gasp behind her as he realized that she was not wearing panties. 

Suddenly, she felt hot breath on her pussy. Zorro had dropped to his knees and his tongue was probing the hot place between her thighs. She parted her legs to give him better access. As she continued to kiss Zorro, she felt her pussy being licked from behind. It was the most erotic sensation she had ever felt. His incredibly long tongue was so far inside her pussy, it felt like a cock. Then it swept over her clit, sending shivers up her spine. Next he took her clit into his mouth, sucking it deeply as though it were a nipple. All the while, Scaramouch was kissing her and his hands were playing with her breasts. The sensations were almost overwhelming. 

Then Scaramouch released her and gently turned her around. Zorro stood up and moved a small table over in front of her. Together they bent her over the table. Zorro dropped his pants and plunged into her pussy in one magnificent stroke. His cock was immense; she had never felt this full before. Waves of pleasure swept over her as he plunged in and out of her pussy. Then, suddenly, she became aware of a cock in front of her face. It was Scaramouch. She opened her mouth and immediately his cock filled it. As it started moving in and out of her mouth, she realized the two men were moving at the same time and pace. It was incredible. She had never even dreamed of something like this. 

Suddenly, they stopped and switched places. As Zorro put his cock into her mouth, she realized she tasted her own juices. She did not care; she was so lost in the haze of sensations. Then her pussy was filled again and the men once again simultaneously fucked her from both ends. She began to orgasm in waves. She had always been a multi-orgasmic person, but this was way beyond anything she had experienced before. Then, as if they timed it, both men came. Her mouth and pussy were filled with cum. Slurping down the cum in her mouth, she felt the cock in her pussy withdrawing. Then the cock in her mouth was pulling out. With a last swipe of her tongue, it was put away in his costume. The men helped her to stand up and straighten her dress. One carefully put her breasts back into her dress. 

Then, as suddenly as it had all began, they led her back to the ball. She left them to wander to the bar. She was thirsty and she had a long evening ahead. Her craving was sated for the moment and now she could enjoy the ball. As she sipped her drink, she eyed the crowd evaluating the men. Who would be the one to take her home tonight?



The Masquerade Ball



Hey again, this is another shot one that was in a magazine too. It is short, but very, very hot! Thank you.

L.A.Wicker

Carissa looked down at her mother passed out on the sofa and she wanted to kill her. Daddy had plans on taking her to one of the biggest parties of the season but Mom was drunk and passed out, again. 

"You fuckin' bitch! I wish you'd die and get the fuck out of our lives!" Carissa growled, wishing that she could think of a way to get rid of Mom and keep Daddy all to herself.

She saw the skimpy costume lying of the floor and went to pick it up. "Oh cool, this is fuckin' hot as hell!" Carissa said as she held up the tiny blouse, the mini skirt and fishnet stockings. "I bet he'd get so hard for you, but one of us likes to drink until she passes out and it's not me," she giggled and had a wonderful idea. 

"I wonder if he'd even know if I went in your place. I could do my makeup heavy and fix my hair like yours. Then...I'd get to fuck him and he'd never go back to you, bitch!" Carissa laughed and had to make damn sure that Mom would not wake up and fuck up her plans. 

She ran up to Dad's room and got Mom's sleeping pills. After smashing five of them, Carissa dumped them into a tiny splash of wine and poured it into Mom's big mouth. "The bitch may never wake up again!" she laughed, jerked Mom from the sofa, drug her lifeless body to the laundry room and Carissa locked the door. 

"Bye, bye bitch! I'll let you know how great Daddy's hard cock felt up my pussy!" she laughed and Carissa had to do a few more things to insure her plan would work. She went to the study, typed something, printed it and went to tape it on the front door. "That should take care of one big thing," she giggled, grabbed the sexy costume and went to dress up for Daddy.

*.

Dan walked to the front door of the house and saw the small note taped to it. 

Dear sweet-heart, 

I'm so sorry for being such a bitch about your party and I do plan on making it up to you. I'm wearing the very, very sexy costume that you got for me and I promise that this will be a night that you will remember for the rest of your life!

But, I do have one condition: I will not say a single word the entire tonight and please tell your friends.

Love you always and...I'm so very, very horny. Be ready for a wild time!

"Wow, I wonder if she started taking Prozac or something!" he laughed and walked on in the house to make himself a good, stiff drink. After making it, Dan made his way to the family room and flopped down on the sofa to catch up on the news. 

He wasn't sitting very long until he heard a set of what he guessed to be high heels walking down the hallway towards him. "Holy shit!" Dan gasped when Jackie walked into the room, wearing the tiny, tiny outfit that he bought for her. 

Her hair was on top of her head and pushed under the small French Beret. Jackie's pretty face was completely covered with thick makeup making her look like a very sexy mime. Jackie and his daughter, Carissa were masters at makeup from being involved with so many school plays and summer stock. 

Dan looked down to her perky breasts shoved into the small, black blouse and noticed that she had only used one of the three buttons available. Jackie's large breasts looked as if they were going to spill out of it at any second and her nipples were harder than he'd seen them in years and needless to say, his cock began to grow instantly. 

As he looked down, Dan grew more. Her tiny, black mini skirt just did cover her hips and full, round ass. There was no way that Jackie would be able to bend or let alone sit, without showing all of her womanly gifts. But, the thing he loved the most was her long, sexy legs covered with the silky fishnet stockings and she was wearing her 'I wanta get fucked boots'. 

They were black, very shiny and went up to her knees. The four-inch heels looked like spikes; that could be used for killing someone, but in this case they were only used for turning someone on, Dan. 

He reached and pulled Jackie completely against his body, making damn sure she felt just how hard he was. "You look amazing and I love it!" Dan moaned in her ear as his hands caressed their way down Jackie's back and to her wonderful ass. "I hope that you're in the mood to get your brains fucked out tonight, because I sure am!" he growled in her ear as he caressed and gently squeezed her ass, enjoying a helpless moan coming from someplace deep inside her. 

Carissa was helpless as his big, strong hands squeezed her already excited ass and his big, long cock felt so good as he lightly humped against her body. She was so close to an orgasm, but she held it in knowing that he'd satisfy all of her needs later, when they returned from the party. 

'I hope I can make it through the night, without cuming. I want him in my bed, screwing me until my ears bleed or I die in his arms!' She thought as he continued to caress every, single inch of her ass, but when he tried touching between her legs, Carissa quickly pulled away, smiled and shook her head no to him. 

"I'm gunna get me some of that sweet ass of yours when we come back home," he said with a grin, watching her act as if she was embarrassed about it, but little did he know, Carissa loved it and couldn't wait.

He sat back down; watching her as he lightly squeezed his cock thinking of Jackie wondering why she made such a drastic change like this. "So, why'd you change your mind about going? I thought you hated to dress up?" he asked and watched her gesture that she loved him.

Dan just continued looking at her as he finished his drink and knew he should go change for the party. "I'm going to go dress. I was wondering something...since you're in such a good mood, you should come and maybe help me with this," he smiled when Jackie acted as if she was shocked and she quickly covered her face. 

"You used to like sucking it when I got out of the shower and to be truthful, I miss it and all of the other nice things that we used to do for each other."

She heard him and her blood started to boil. She was more than willing to do anything and everything he ever wanted or needed. She stood, walked to him and slowly reached her arms around him, hugging with more love than at any other time in her life. 

Dan hugged Jackie and he knew that she was going to get pissed at him, but Dan was going for it. His hands slid down her long, sexy back, until they stopped on each of her butt-cheeks and he squeezed, not hard, but just enough to let her know he'd be in it later. 

Carissa wanted to die right where she stood and it was hard not to fall on the floor, when he grabbed her ass and squeezed. She knew Dad liked ass and knew that hers would be used later. She had it in the ass a few times, but the guys never knew what they were doing and would end up just hurting her. She knew that the man getting it later would know how to please a woman. 

He kept caressing and squeezing her. Jackie's soft panties felt so good to Dan, it was as if he had taken a Viagra or one of those other dick pills. He loved it when she'd wear them for him and Dan would have a blast. He loved rubbing his cock over her pussy, getting it nice and wet and her so horny, she would do anything, he could think of. 

Carissa was so close to cuming, but she wanted it later, here and in her room. She tried pulling from him, but she was held with no release in the near future. She tried to think of something other than his hands, they were gently caressing, squeezing and driving her insane with pleasure. 

Dan wanted to go out to the party, but Jackie looked so fucking good and she was in a delightful mood, with the hope of good sex to come later. Who in their right mind would want to go anyplace? 

"Let's just stay home and start getting busy. I need you baby and I'm hurting so bad." Dan whispered in her ear and Jackie gently returned his hug and backed away just enough for her to gesture to him. 

Dan smiled and he had to find out what got her feeling so good. "Yes, I'm sure about it. The boss won't even know I wasn't there, if so, I'll tell him that you weren't feeling well and I didn't want to leave you alone." 

Carissa wanted to laugh, but she just gestured a 'shame, shame' with both of her hands and if he wanted to stay home, they would. It just meant that this crazy plan of hers would be right now and not later giving her time to think about this sinful thing. 

She turned, looked back to him and with one sexy look and a motion of her finger, it was time. Carissa sashayed down the hall, making sure to swing her hips and shake her ass for him. She felt his eyes on her and before Carissa could think, he was wrapped on her back, with his cock between her legs. 

Dan quickly stripped and all but ran to catch Jackie. She just about jumped from her skin when his stiff cock went between her legs and found her wet, little pussy. "We're going to have so much fun!" he growled and chomped down on her neck. His teeth sank into the tender flesh. Dan felt her tense up, but he heard a tiny moan.

"Yeah, that's what I love hearing," he whispered and bit the other side of Jackie's neck and just like before, she moaned and it was louder with more need than the first. 

Dan loved this, but he really did want her to talk. "Come on, enough with the mime shit, talk baby."

Carissa wasn't sure about talking yet, but figured if she just whispered really low, maybe she could get away with that. "Oh yes, love me!" she whispered so low, she could barely hear it, but Dan heard it loud and clear.

"Baby girl, I'm gunna love you until you pass out in my arms!" he moaned and started pushing her faster, but when she turned towards Carissa room, he wondered what she had planned. "Why are we going in her room?" Dan asked, but he didn't really care where they went, he was ready to love his woman. 

She smiled as he pushed her faster and Carissa knew that she was going to get it good. "Let's play a dirty, new game," she very lightly whispered as his big hands found her aching breasts and gently ran his fingers over her swollen nipples. "Yes, oh god!" she moaned and hoped it wasn't loud enough for him to know who she was. 

"What dirty game does my little girl have in mind?" Dan asked as they walked into Carissa's room and quickly spun her around to face him.

Carissa giggled and she very lightly whispered. "Daddy's girl!" she panted like a bitch dog in heat. She needed him to love her while she said "Daddy." 

"Damn, somebody is feeling real dirty tonight," he whispered as he slowly caressed each of Jackie's swollen and very excited nipples, lightly twisting and a gentle pull now and then to really excite her. 

She just stood there, being seduced by the man of her dreams and Carissa was ready to explode. Her body tingled from head to toe and now she could feel the wetness oozing from between her legs and starting to run down them.

"Yes, I'm dirty and it's all for you, Daddy!" Carissa moaned and when she did, his cock jumped and she thought that it was going to explode. 

Her words filled Dan's ears and his dick jumped so hard, he thought it going cum all over Jackie. "Oh fuck, that was nice! Say more shit like that and," he paused to give her a long and deep kiss, while his hands roamed her entire body and his cock continued to torment her pussy. "I'm gunna fuck you to death!" he growled, thinking of how hard he was and how wonderful she was going to feel. 

"You're the boss...Daddy. I gotta do whatever you tell me to. If I don't...I'll get me a spanking." She purred and reached down his body to grab his stiff cock. "Oh Daddy, what's this? I like the way it feels in my hands!" she purred again and Carissa hoped he wouldn't cum to soon. He sure did like this game and she knew that Daddy was going to shit when he saw her. Carissa just really hoped he wasn't going to get mad at her for doing this. 

Dan was in heaven. Never in his life would Dan have ever figured this would turn him on, but his cock was hard as an eighteen-year-old boy. "That's Daddy's cock. He's hard because...he likes you." Dan said as he enjoyed her hands playing with him. 

"I like him, Daddy. He feels so good. Can I touch him later, when we go to bed?"

"Yeah, I think somebody needs Daddy to spank her sweet, sexy ass for not asking Daddy if you could touch my thing. And just maybe...teach you something new and very nasty."

"Mmmm, I'll kiss your thing if you don't spank me, Daddy."

"Oh really, will you do it a long time for Daddy? I miss my baby sucking it."

Dan wanted one of her 'world famous' blow jobs. Back in the day, before Jackie turned into a total bitch, she sucked cock like no other. Jackie, if she was in a good, cuddly mood, she would lie across his lap and suck him for hours. They would lie on the sofa, her over his lap, watching TV, while sucking Dan. 

There were also times when Dan would get Jackie high on pot and he'd pretty much take total advantage of her. He'd get her nice and horny to start, by gently sucking and kissing her shoulders. Then, his hands would slowly and, we do mean slowly, reach around her body to find Jackie's breasts.

Once there and depending on her reaction, if Jackie went wild in his arms, ol' Dan knew she'd do anything for him, but if she just sat, no moaning, no nothing, he knew it would be a one-sided sex night. 

"I'll do anything for you...Daddy!" she moaned and started rubbing all over his body and Carissa slowly sank down to her knees in front of him. "Is this what my Daddy wants? You want your daughter to suck your cock, don't you?" she panted, rubbing her face all over his pants, enjoying the hard cock under them and Carissa knew that it was all for her. 

"Yes, Daddy wants you to suck it and I'll buy you anything you want," he moaned and felt Jackie pulling down his zipping, thinking of being in his beautiful wife's mouth for the first time in ages and how great it was going to feel. 

She moaned as his zipper hit the bottom of his pants and Carissa knew there was only one thing to do now. It was time to free his big, hard cock and play with it. There was no way to back out now, not that she wanted to, but Carissa could have used a little more time to think about this dirty deed that was about to happen. 

"Mmmm, Daddy must have really missed me," she purred, took a deep breath of air and reached into his pants. 

She found it instantly or should I say, it found her hand. He jumped just as Carissa reached in and it flopped on her tiny hand. It was so hard and she could feel his hot blood pulsing through it, thinking of it being deep in her body and Carissa hoped she would be able to feel this. 

Her hands felt like a velvet glove holding his cock and he knew her insides were going to be on fire. Jackie hadn't acted this way in a very long time, but he remembered how things were before and what an orgasm they always gave each other. 

"I missed my baby very, very much," he smiled as he reached to unbutton Jackie's tiny, French blouse.

Her big breasts spilled out of it and they looked wonderful. Her nipples were inflated and they were pointing up and very perky, but he could have sworn that gravity had started making them point down, not up. Her areola circles were also a third bigger than normal and they were a warm shade of pink, not brown, like he remembered Jackie's to be.

'This is weird as fuck! What is going on?' Dan thought as he caressed Jackie's breasts, watching her pretty brown eyes close and soft moans escaping her mouth, but wait, these eyes were green, like emeralds. 

He stopped and stepped back and when the woman on the floor looked up, Dan felt like a total fool. How could Carissa have done this nasty and sinful thing to him and he not know it. 

"Oh my God!" he said with shock, as all of this finally made sense to him. 

Dan reached down, grabbed a big handful of Carissa's hair and pulled her up to his face. "How in the holy fuck could you do this?" he growled as he thought of all the turning on, how hard his cock was and how in the hell was he going to get it to go down. 

"I wanted you, Daddy." Carissa said as tears started growing in her eyes. "I'm sick of Mom treating you like she does and...you being so lonely. I just wanted to help you and make you happy, Daddy," she added and by this time the tears were rolling down her face screwing up her mask. 

He hugged her and Dan's cock was still so fucking hard, but it was for his daughter and things like that were not supposed to happen. "I should spank your ass! I'm so damn hard I hurt!" he said as jerking her nose to nose with him wondering if he should just go on and fuck her brains out. 

"Let's finish, it was fun and I can't wait to feel that long, skinny thing in my pussy, Daddy!" Carissa growled in his ear as she reached to grab it and pulled it hard. "Come on, Daddy...fuck me! Please!" she begged in the softest and sexiest voice she could manage hoping he would. Carissa needed her Daddy's cock and she needed it soon. 

"You're so bad, talking about fucking me. I need to spank your ass!" he said with a deep and manly voice as he gave Carissa's hair another good, firm pull. 

"Oh yeah...spank me, Daddy! Spank me and then...make me a good girl, Daddy! I could do nice things for you...like um...playing with this and we could kiss too. I like kissing it for you, Daddy. It makes my special place all tingly and it gets so wet for you, Daddy!" Carissa said with the same sexy voice as before. 

Dan's head was spinning and he didn't know what to do. She was twenty-two-years-old and free to make up her own mind, but did he want to make love with his daughter.

"Oh girl, this is fuckin' crazy!" he said pulling from her and he needed a cigarette. "Let's go sit for a few minutes and let all of this shit sink into my brain." Dan added as he turned and with Carissa leading the way, they walked back to the living room, where all of this started, but he stopped her and asked. "How long would it take for you to get all of this off your face and to look normal? Even though I love the stockings and heels, I guess you better take them off too." Dan said knowing this was so wrong, but he felt so young and alive, but very, very dirty. 

"About ten minutes, maybe fifteen. Is that ok with you?" she purred, rubbing her lower body all over his stiff cock, praying that he'd go on with this and make love to her. 

"Yeah, just try and hurry, we need to talk about this. Oh God, I can't believe that I'm even considering doing this," he said trying to sort through this and hope like hell, he made the right decision. 

*.

Carissa hurried and had the makeup off of her face in record time and quickly put on her normal kind. She looked through all of her night clothes and found a sexy, white robe that just did cover her hips and the ass he was enjoying so much. Carissa did two more things that she knew he was going to love or get pissed off, but she had to try and keep this wild evening going, no matter what. 

He was sitting in the warm glow of a street light shining through one of the windows on the other side of the room, when Carissa came in. "Ah fuck, I should have known you'd do something like this," he moaned as Carissa stood in the soft light from the window and his cock started to grow.

The tiny robe looked as if it was glowing and her body was a silhouette under it, giving her Daddy a perfect view. Her breasts stood proud, her nipples were perked up and he could see that his baby was indeed excited. She cocked her right leg slightly to the side, giving him a perfect view of the white stockings on her gorgeous legs. 

"As a great leader once said, 'I have not yet begun to fight.'" She said with a fake southern accent, a sexy smile and Carissa sat down on his lap. "I just wanted to show you that I'm ready and more than willing to go through with this. I don't care if it's wrong, illegal or a sin...I want you to love me, Daddy." Carissa smiled as she leaned to kiss him on his mouth. 




The Masquerade Ball



He returned the warm kiss and his right hand caressed her inner, right thigh, enjoying the very smooth stocking against his fingers and he was hard. "I should smack your horny, fucking ass for dressing like this. I wanted to talk to you, but this is killing me," he said looking into her pretty eyes and he could see that Carissa was smiling. 

"Just relax and let's see what happens," she whispered and Carissa kissed him again, but this one was deeper and it was filled with passion and need. 

He kissed her and without thinking, Dan's hand slid up and under her tiny robe and he found Carissa's left breast. He lightly rubbed his thumb over her nipple, hearing a soft moan escape from her mouth, his cock jumped and Dan knew his girl was going crazy with need. 

"Oh baby, I want to do this so bad, but it's wrong and we could get into so much trouble." 

Carissa knew he was right, but her urges to be loved had taken complete control over her body and she was on fire. She needed loved by him and she wasn't going to stop until his manhood was sunk deep into her and making love to her.

"I don't care...I need you in me, Daddy! I need you to love and hold me. I've never came with anyone, but when I'm alone and I dream of you loving me...I explode!"

"Oh baby girl, please stop! I love you, but this is crazy!"

"No, you want it just as bad and you know it," she whispered, kissing his ear. "I see you looking at me all the time," she purred and leaned to kiss just under his ear. "I see you checking out my boobs and it makes me so hot, knowing you love looking at them." Carissa moaned and she gently slid her hand down to hold him and she was surprised his pants were already open and ready for fun. 

"Oh, you don't want this, but you forgot to lock this up, Daddy," she said with a soft voice and slowly rubbed up and down his length.

"Well, I...um..." he tried saying more, but Carissa cut him off. 

"I understand, Daddy." Carissa said with a low and very lustful tone and she slid to the floor. "I'm gunna do something, Daddy that I know you love and if I'm not as good as she was...I'm sorry and I'll practice as much as you want...Daddy," she said with innocence and Dan thought his poor balls were going to explode. 

She took his entire manhood with one easy gulp and just smiled around him. Carissa saw his face and hoped that she'd remember the look on his face, until the day she died. It was priceless. He looked like a small boy seeing his first naked lady. 

She sucked, while her head moved up and down, taking every inch of him with no problem. Carissa sucked hard, watching him fight the urge, trying not to cum and she loved it. 

After a few more minutes of easing off, she pulled from him and asked with a grin. "Who's better, Daddy, me or her?" Carissa smiled as she licked a small droplet of cum from his tip. 

"I saw angels coming for me, so...you're the best, hands down!" he growled, grabbed her up and started toward her room. "Do you still want to go in your room?" Dan asked as he remembered all the times he'd tucked her in bed and read her a story. 

Carissa bit her lip, took a deep breath and nodded. Her heart was pounding in her chest and wetness was pouring from Carissa's body with each step he took. "Hurry, please!" she moaned, Daddy walked quicker and before she could think, her legs were spread and she was lying on the side of the bed. 

He looked down and pulled her panties over, enjoying the site of her bald pussy and how many times he asked Jackie to start doing that again, but it never happened. He saw Carissa's excitement for him and Dan knew that he and Carissa would be asking Jackie to leave. 

"I love you!" he said and gently pushed forward, easing his head in her warm folds and the entrance to a new life. "My baby, baby girl!" Dan moaned as her tight, wet insides grabbed him and squeezed. It was as if Carissa had a hand hid in there, but no, it was his 'new' woman's wonderful body. 

He pushed and Carissa wanted to scream, but everyone on the street would have known, so she whispered it. "Daddy! Daddy! It's so hard, Daddy! Oh my Daddy!" she squealed in his ear and it felt like her life had just been completed. She was happy and knew that the fire between her legs would be taken care of now. 

He held her hips and moved fast and as deep as he could go. He needed her and wanted Carissa for the last few years. He looked down, loving the site of his cock slipping so effortlessly in and out of his daughter's pussy. He watched her breasts swaying back and forth, knowing that he'd be sucking them every chance he had. 

"Oh baby, I'm gunna be lucky if I hold out a few more minutes!"

"You do anything you want, Daddy. I'm yours to do with what you want," she moaned and that little fire in her pussy was burning out of control. "Just...fuck...me...hard!" Carissa grunted as she shoved her hips to him, ramming his stiffness to her core and her butt was lifting from the bed. 

He heard her and did all he could and all he knew. "Yeah, that's Daddy's girl...you gunna cum? Cum on...Daddy!" he grunted and felt like a fool. In his efforts to talk her into cuming, he made himself cum. "Ahhh, fuck!" Dan yelled with disgust that he came so fast, but it felt better than anything he had ever known. 

"Daddy, oh Daddy, you did it, you made...me...cum!" Carissa screamed and she screamed loud. "My Daddy, my sweet, sweet Daddy," she whimpered as he continued to ravish her tiny pussy, loving her better than all of Carissa's many dreams, put together. 

Her insides held him tight and Dan felt like her tiny 'hidden' hand was back and pulling on his swollen, but slowly deflating cock. "The only bad thing about sex is..." Dan started to say, but she cut him off.

"Cuming, it's the end of the fun, but if the other person is an awesome guy...a girl knows she'll get it again and it'll be much longer!" she smiled and knew her Daddy would be ready to go again in no time, but Carissa still had a big problem in the laundry room, Mom. 

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