The Second Annual Masquarade

OOC: I'm fine, just feeling a bit sick, and trying to catch up with duties I neglected during my sick time, and the holiday. E-mailed several hundred lawyers and am the state director for an organization that is currently verifying member information and I had twenty seven personal letters to write, and I have to shampoo the carpet and have a writing deadline, as well as classes to teach every weekend this month and plenty of questions to answer from students during the week, and... I should just stop now. I'm a Leo if that says anything. Leo, with Leo rising. Ha.

Thanks so much for the concern. I'm not overly ill. Just overworked in the things-I-do-for-no-money department. *hug*

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She could feel his firm body beneath the thin cloth of their costumes, and a soft shiver worked its way down her spine, settling in her tailbone- causing her lips to part slightly and a look of want to become increasingly obvious in her eyes.

She could not speak, words were beyond her now. Her actions spoke now; her hand clasping behind his neck, pulling forward, her other slipping along his hipbone and around to cup his rear. Her lips found his neck, first licking and then sucking on the firm flesh, her mouth opening wide and then wider, as if to devour all that it encompassed.

A soft noise escaped the back of her throat, and her body pressed insistantly toward his, arching and pressing, molding itself against him. Her fingers wound in his hair, grasping and massaging his scalp, slipping down his neck, scraping lightly along the skin.
 
"No, I don't think so. I like the teddy costume." Cuddling closer. "This little number is chilly and you are so warm." But then he kissed me again. Now if anyone on the planet knows how to kiss better then darling Frank. I don't want to meet them. Frank makes you the only thing in the universe when he kisses. There is nothing else. Luckily the band switched to a faster beat, and we had to stop. I was a bit dizzy from lack of air, and the sudden heat rushing through me.
"I think i need a cold drink." Linking his arm in mine, "Care to join me?"
 
"Oh!" she shrieked. The Marshall's explanation for the gunshot was so odd. That none of the other guests seemed to be startled by the report of the gun was more odd.

"This is a masquerade, not real life," she told herself. Her hands shook and her eyes, wide with confusion and fear enhanced by the drink met the Marshall's.

Her voice shook as she spoke.

"Well, Marshall, we all fortunate to have a fine man such as as yourself here to protect us. I do hope the villian doesn't return"
 
Heather

She sat at the bar a few more minutes after ordering up another drink. She felt lightheaded and dizzy. And for some stupid reason, like laughing. She sat alone, but didnt care. She was content where she was.. For the moment. She glanced around, The room was in full swing, and many guests had vanished. She knew where they were. Off in a dark corner getting to know each other better. She blew her hair out of her face and stretched. She was tired of wearing the mask, so she took it off and set it on the bar. standing up she kicked off her heels. She was very very hot all of the sudden. She giggled alittle, probably from the alcohol. She downed her drink and headed for the stairs. She was going exploring!

She walked up the first set of stairs, she'd already been down this hallway. Thor's office was to the left and something, was to the right. She just couldnt recall. She turned the spiral of the stair case and headed up higher to the next floor. It was quiet up there, and dark. She giggled a little, feeling very naughty for going off on her own. She walked silently, and seen no one for a long time. She came across a waiter who was just leaving some double doors.
"Are you lost Miss?"
She shook her head no.
"I...... am.. fine. go away"
She waved him off as if he was nothing, and kept walking. She made two turns and was certain she was walking in a circle. Or perhaps a large square? She stopped and leaned against the wall. Wondering what trouble she should go cause this time..
 
Marshal Thor

....what had seemed hugely amusing was, I saw, playing the role a bit too much. I had frightened her with my gunshot antics. I quickly closed the space between us and took her hand in mine. I knelt and murmered, "Mam, that was unforgivable of me. I should never have fired my weapon near your delicate ears." As I spoke, I continued to hold the teacher's hand - my fingertips brushing her wrist.....
 
Michael:
I had watched her since she walked in, only hours ago? Silently I sat here, party after party. Time after time. Watching all the moniters, watching for the times when we needed to intervene. Only a few times. But it was important someone watched.
Now, I am not saying I haven't jerked off to what I have seen. I mean damn it. I am human. Master has even allowed me to play sometimes. But never with a guest. She was hot. So fucking hot. The little girl outfit so impossible on her. There was no hiding her sexuality. It oozed from her. She was wandering again. With one eye on the moniters I watched her. Closer she was coming. Down my corridor. On impulse I opened the panel that hid me, and beckoned. Just my hand and arm visible. Would she run? Or think me a fool.
 
Heather

She walked down the hall way stopping now and then to gain her balance. Uphead in the corridoor she seen a hand motioning to her. Curious, she moved forward. Who was that?
"Hello?"
She moved through the darkened hallway to the opening in the wall. It was between to pilar's and suits of armour. She peered inside, her eyes caught all the monitor screens.
"Oh wow!" She moved inside and looked around. There was a guy in there, just looking at her curiously.
"Hello there." She glanced around, taking in the small cubicle size of the room.
"I wondered why there was cameras everywhere.. Nice to meet you??" She waited for him to speak. giggling a little she asked if she could sit a moment. her head was spinning. With the nod, she sat in a vacant chair.
"I'm Heather by the way.."
 
Frank (teddybear)

I followed Merelan over to the bar- as she waited for her drink, I did just what I wanted to do-I lifted her hair and kissed the back of her neck. one of my favorite spots on a lady. I liked it. She did too, as she started to giggle.

I hoped that when she got her cold one, she would take me by the hand and lead me off to some private secluded spot
 
jinny

On my way to the bar, I sense someone following me. Without speaking, I feel a hand on my shoulder, and then working down, between my arm and right breast. I stop.

The hand explores, finding that I'm wearing no bra, and gently the hand works lower, finding no panty line.

Another hand joins its mate on my hips, and both begin to explore the front of me, beginning at the height of my lower silver chain. Working downward.
 
The Marshall's lips upon my wrist sent tingles throughout my body. Whether he felt, saw or simply sensed my reaction, was unknown. I stepped closer to him and rested my hand on his shoulder sliding it to his neck.

I sighed aloud at the sensations that were assaulting my body and the desirous thoughts that filled my mind. The sexual tension of the evening beginning with Merelan's greeting me had finally taken their toll upon me. I could think of nothing but what this virile, intelligent and charming man was doing to me and what I hoped would follow.
 
ooc: sorry, huge family emergency tonight, will try to post by wed, I will keep you informed.

-Roland
 
Marshal Thor

Her hand on my shoulder spoke volumes. Suddenly, we were moving from a masquerade play to another dimension. I released her hand and slid both of mine around her hips to the back of her thighs. Still on my knees, I looked up and asked, "I can't call you 'teacher.' I am Thor...you are?" The tips of my fingers brushed the material as I talked, soft but yet firm legs underneath....
 
ooc: Okay, Quick note, emergency over, it was a bad false alarm, sorry if I made anyone nervous.

God I hate my sister..

IC:
*He gasped softly...Running a hand through her soft..silky hair...his body pressed against the wall with her in front of him, he purred softly at her kisses and licks..damn she was good...he thought idly for a moment, before turning her head softly towards him...lying a soft kiss upon her moist lips... his free hand pulling the gold cord away from her dress...his eyes meeting her*

Your ways are tempting m'lady...I love them..

*his voice was a low, husky whisper...his eyes glinted in the soft light as he caressed her soft face*
 
Merelan:
I knew what he wanted, leaned into him. Wanting it too.
"i want you. God. Frank. I have missed you. Tonnight. make love to me? Please darling." Rubbing my hand against his crotch. "But not yet." Licking my lips. then turning away and slipping away. At a nod from one of the waiters I left the room. Swiftly finding the room marked with a note. A blank one. But it let me know. Slowly I opened the door.
Yessssssssss..... my dear mfucker. With those two. Not to blame her though. I too had felt their cocks take me. My eyes shut as I leaned against the door.
"You okay in here dear? Are they behaving properly? Running myhand up ones back. Don't ask whch, I didn't keep them straight. They prefered it that way. Her eyes widening at me, and my sudden boldness.
 
Michael:

I watched her flounce in and sit hard down on my couch. My couch. Smiling as I turned away. Fiddling with first one knob, and then another. Gauging her reqctions to the various scenes. In one there was a sweet young looking man, being whipped by a rough, heavy set woman. And beggin for more.
In another was an orgy. About 8 people, all nude and sweaty as they all fucked and bit at whatever got near them. their bodies writhing, the sound off. Quietly I watched a moment, then flipped again.
The salon, where dancing and heavy petting was going on. Frank watching the others, merelan just leaving the room. Hmmm..

Following her with a camera, she entered another. Ahhhh... mfucker and the twins. I had been watching them earlier. The two of them were wild, but not wild enough for this honey.

Then switching to the one I hoped would work. Yes, her breathing caught. the scene a woman, dressed as she was. But her hands tied above her head as a man licked and teased at her body. Unable to pull away, or pull him closer. His tongue licking down her neck and catching at her ear. I turned the volume up. Yes...
"So you forgot your panties? Or lost them? What kind of a slut loses her panties at a party. A naughty girl. And then I catch you watching me with her? Did it excite you?"
Michael got up and walked around, seemingly casual. Watching her through his half closed eyes. Her breathing shallow, her hand at her breasts, as if to stop the sound of her heart racing. Would she like this?
 
Heather

She watched as he flipped the screens, from one to another, until stopping on one. She wasnt sure what it was at first, then her breath caught in her throat. Raising her hands to her breasts, her hands folded together. her eyes glued to the monitor. This man was punishing this woman. The more she watched the wetter she got. She cleared her throat and attempted to look away, but couldnt. her eyes were drawn back time and time again. This man lapped at her snatch, and then commanded responces from her to his questions. Heather felt her nipples stiffen up with the thought of a man controlling her like that. She half smiled, like there is a man on this earth who would want to control her. They all liked a dominate woman, not submissive.. Even she knew this.
She pressed her hands against her breasts, trying to cover up her extended nipples.
"Umm.. So.." She couldnt think! "whats.. your job here? What was your name again?"
She had muddled thoughts, she tried to look up at him, but the scenes ont he screen caught her eye once again.
 
"I am Dawn," she managed to whisper. Her hands slipped into his hair as she felt the moisture collecting between her legs. Her touch was light, tentative yet, she wanted him badly.

He was so close she thought she could feel his breath against her skirt. Her hips shuddered involuntarily and she sighed.

Yes. This masquerade might lead to her revealing more of herself than she had kept hidden.
 
Marshal Thor

I continued to stroke the back of her thighs through the skirt. Then I rose, very slowly, from my knees. As I rose, my hands slid up from her legs...at the same slow pace as I began to stand. I felt the curve of her ass, then the small of her back, and finally my hands stopped on her shoulders. My lips were an inch from hers. "Dawn....a pretty name. Perhaps we will see the dawn together." As I spoke, one hand slid from her back and my fingers gently stroked the back of her neck while my eyes held hers......
 
Heather

ooooooooh where is everyonee hidinggggg? *shrugs*


ic: Heather sat in the chair looking at all the monitors wondering what she could see if she flipped through all the channels..








occ: *intercom voice* attention all shoppers, please report to the ballroom.. It is dancing and games time. First game of the night.. Gang bang.. That is all.. And thank you for shopping here. :)
 
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OOC You silly dear......

Michael:
I sat quietly, till she started to fidget. Then flipped the screen. This one was recorded form another party, but she wouldn't know. There on a canopied bed was a woman, sililiar to her. But tied spread eagle. On either side was a man, all they were doing was running their hands lightly over her, over and over. She was writhing, beging. You could see her body on edge. But only lightly did they touch her.
Then the other screen showed herself from earlier. Then another her, wandering the halls. I slipped behind her as she watched. Then rested my hands on either shoulder, gently. Leaning in I whispered.
"Do we bore you so, that you wander? And look." Flipping the screen till it showed her in the bathroom, the shower. Her hands bringing herself to pleasure again, and again.
"Even he was not enough for you, was he?"
 
Emma

With a tug of his hand, the thin gold cord broke, and fell to the ground at their feet. His other hand was in her hair, and she could feel the pins falling free and her hair gathering about her shoulders.

His husky voice whispered something as he stared into her eyes, which she hardly heard. She was entirely too busy losing herself within the lust that his eyes held... a lust that could only be equally matched to her own.

She stared up at him for a long moment, her chest rising and falling with deep breaths, before she once more dove forward, crushing her lips painfully to his, then apologizing by following it with a soft slow kiss. Her hands found their way to his torso, and she ran her hands over the hard figure underneath the thin cloth, grazing her fingertips and fingernails over the surface.

She pressed her body to his, rubbing up against him like a cat, and in the silence the brushing of the fabrics of their costume could be heard, along with her own heavy breaths.
 
Heather

She watched the screens, her eyes dancing from one to another. They had recorded everything she had done tonight. She didnt know if she should blush, or laugh, or not say a word. She watched as the woman on the bed was slowly tormented, teased. She could not help herself, she was turned on from all the sights. Her own breathing was labored, her nipples hard. She glanced down at the floor.

He hadnt said anything to her so far, and he didnt tell her his name. Merely walked around behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. She felt heat from his touch move along her shoulders, up her neck, and to her face. He leaned down to her ear and whispered to her. She shivered as she listened, and watched the screen.

Her voice came out soft but deeper than normal.
"No. Yes. I dont know..? I'm not really bored exactly.. Just curious." She watched as the screen was changed to the bathroom. She did flush this time, She could see herself in the shower.
"He was umm well good and satisfying.. Its just I have a strong sex drive. And once is never enough.."

Her own hands started to move up and down her thighs as she watched herself cum on the screen. She closed her eyes, she couldnt watch any more of this. It was making her even more excited, and the alcohol wasnt helping at all. Everywhere she looked, she was on screen. She couldnt watch anymore of this, it was rising her body temperature, making her wet.
"Why are you showing me this?" Her voice husky and near groaning. She wanted to know why he would show her all these things. Her body was alive and wanting already, the ache in her clit made her rub her thighs together slowly. Trying to appease the demon rearing its head once more.
 
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Dawn

Her bottom lip was trembling as she whispered, "Yes. Maybe we will see the dawn..."

He lowered his head and took her trembling lower lip into his mouth, suckling it gently. She raised her hands to his waist as his mouth explored her lips. Soon, her mouth opened beneath the pressure of his tongue upon her lips. Their tongues touched and danced as the kiss deepened.

Her arms encircled his waist. pulling him closer. Feeling his hardness pressed against her abdomen was almost too much to bare. Her hands caressed his tight ass, kneading his flesh while he slipped his arms around her back. Her breasts were crushed against him.

She felt the desire and yes, the wetness growing between her legs. Her hips began a rythm of their own as they grazed against him, moving in circles.

His taste was sweet. His hands seared her skin through her dress. How much could she take, she wondered. The sexual overtones of the party accompanied by the drink and the current company were breaking down her resolve and prudism. She wanted him.
 
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