The Second Annual Masquarade

[Merelan]

Michael:

"Why are you showing me this?" Her hands running up and down her legs, wanting to touch herself. Good.

"Why? Because you want to watch." Massaging deep into her shoulders, slipping her deeper into my grasp. On the screen again she cried out in orgasm, as her body shook with it's tremors. My cock so hard now it truly felt like it could burst my zipper. Did I dare? My fingers lightly brushing her neck.
"You are such a passionate lady. So much life, so much fire. Such a tease." My hands encircled her neck, caressing, then pulling away. "My name, does not matter does it? I am just another man for you to fuck. To use. Aren't I?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Heather

She relaxed back into the chair as his hands worked over her sensative skin. She heard herself moaning out with another orgasm on the monitor, and it made her react once again. Her body tensed a little as her clit throbbed to life. She resisted the urge to touch though. She kept her eyes on the monitor, and not on the gentleman behind her.

"You are such a passionate lady. So much life, so much fire. Such a tease."

She silently agreed with him on those views, except one.
"And just whom have I teased tonight that didn't start it?" Her legs started to tremble slightly as her fingertips moved over them. She wasn't aware she was still doing it, but it did feel heavenly. She did gasp and groan a little this time, his hands grazed her neck. Tipping her head sideways a little, she wanted him to continue his path across her tormented skin.

"My name, does not matter does it? I am just another man for you to fuck. To use. Aren't I?"

Was he serious? Her eyes snapped around to look at him. He thought she used men? She grinned slightly, she did use them for her own pleasure, and then left them alone once she was done. She had no need for more from the opposit sex. All they wanted to do was tie her down to their wimpy asses, and sooner or later stop giving her the satisfaction she craved. She stood then, and walked around the chair. Looking up into his eyes, she smiled a little and whispered "To use, you say? That would depend mysterious one, on just how well you can be used.. Now wouldn't it?"

Her eyes darkened slightly, and her breathing picked up. She walked slowly up to him but stopped a breath away. He smelled wonderful, so manly.. very confident. Yet he didnt make one advance on her. She grew bolder and asked him "Do you want to be used by me? You've watched me all night, sitting here in this room alone? Do you want, possibly deep down inside somewhere, me to tease you? Torment you? You opened this room to me, at least tell me why."

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Marshal Thor

Dawn responded, and my libido was following right along. My fingers, deftly, unbuttoned the buttons at the back of her dress (getting good at this!). As her creamy bare shoulders were revealed, I broke the kiss and trailed my lips over her shoulder, and then, the curve of her neck....

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc: I want to apologize for not posting recently. Computer problems mostly. I will post on monday evening, again I am sorry.

 

[Merelan]

Michael:

She was understanding at last, a little. Though denying it. Her eyes stared at me, appraising me, I was new to this, but not to loving. But that wasn't what she needed. Yes, it was. Loving dominance. A man whom wouldn't let her walk over him, but still love her.

"Do you
want to be used by me? You've watched me all night, sitting here in this room
alone? Do you want, possibly deep down inside somewhere, me to tease you?
Torment you? You opened this room to me, at least tell me why."

I smiled, and reached out to stroke her cheek.

"Because you called to me." My fingers twining into her hair, softly, gently. her eyes half closed as she let me caress her.

"I heard you, felt you, then..." pointing to the screen. "Saw you. And knew you were mine." Pulling her to me roughly, my hand now gripping her hair. Pulled off balance she fell against me, my other arm winding around her, to hold her here. Jesus God. Her scent. Wafting up from her hair and filling me.
Again with her hair I lifted her head, my lips seeking hers. Not soft, not sweetly. But a true stolen kiss.

 

[Merelan]

Merelan:
I wandered back out into the ball room. ahhhh. There was my Frank, slowly dancing with another. My turn now. I tapped his shoulder, looking contrite.

"I believe this dance is mine Sir." Waiting for an answer.

 

[MissVictoria]

ooc: I've made you wait, my dear. Take what time is needed. *smile*

 

[Sweetp4u]

Heather

Called to him? She was skeptical now. Very odd, or was the drink going to her head? She didn't see it coming, until it was too late. He pulled her to him. She came forward off balance, and he caught her up in both arms. She didn't know if she should be appalled and smack his face, or purr with joy. She tried to think of something to say, but her brain wasn't cooperating at this moment.
"Yours?" Was all she got out before his lips came down and took possession of hers. It was no sweet seductive kiss, it was a kiss that said 'I possess you'. She was too stunned to kiss back, she put her hands between their bodies. She could feel his heart beating under her hand. She started to push away from him, but was firmly held. Then she let the feeling over take her mind, and kissed him back.
The tugging on her hair, to keep her where he wanted her, was alluring. She never had someone do this to her, she had mixed feelings. But the one feeling that was taking over her was passion.
She got her feet under her finally, but did not pull away. Growling with frustration, she kissed him back as roughly as he kissed her. Her hands sliding down his chest to rest at his hips.

 

[Merelan]

Michael:

As soon as she started to respond I released her. Her sudden freedom again making her stumble. "You cannot even walk without stumbling in those." Pointing to the heels. "Take them off." But catching her hand.
"No, let me." Kneeling at her feet, slowly caressing each foot as I undid the strap and slid the wretched heels off, setting them gently aside.
"There will be another time for heels." Then softly kissed each foot. Standing I towered over her now. Good.
"Is that not better?" Flicking at the pink stuff of the gown. She silently stood, her once proud eyes confused, unsure. Allowing my voice to soften I again caressed her face.
"Do you not know how erotic you are? How full of sensual delights?" On the screen behind us she creamed in orgasm again, her body writhing as Thor drove deeper into her.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Heather

She stood, a little shakey. He demaned she remove her shoes, and that got her attention. Now who did he think he was? Well, he was right about one thing. Standing in there shoes was a nightmare. He bent down and slowly slipped off each shoe, Taking his time to touch each foot. Normally she was very ticklish on the arches of her feet, but his touch was some how different. It made her tingle and heat up. He stood back up, this time he wsa towering over her. She suddenly felt small as she followed up his chest to meet his eyes. She heard herself moaning again, and turned to see the Marshall pounding into her in his 'office'. Had he watched everything? She felt exsposed a little, and unsure now of what to do.

He asked her "Do you not know how erotic you are? How full of sensual delights?"

She thought for a moment, but the alcohol was muddling up her brain. She shrugged, then she shook her head no. Did she know she was erotic and sensual? Never really dawned on her that she was, she was always too busy hanging with the boys. Or working in the office. Hell sometimes up to her elbows in grease changing intake gaskets. So, no she didnt feel erotic or sensual, or even remotely feminine.

She tried to speak but her throat was acting up, clearing it, she blushed. Her voice came out in a low whispered, and she didnt know why. "Sensual delights?" She heard the noises on the screen and felt herself grow wet. She moved her thighs back and forth a little as she stood there. Unsure what to do now. Perhaps she should leave and rejoin the party? She looked at the door, that was now sealed and back up at the stranger standing before her.... She had never felt so shy in all her life. This was a bit uncomfortable. Perhaps because she never was around alpha males.

 

[Merelan]

Michael:

Her legs wrubbed back and forth still as she tried to understand.
"Yes sensual. Say the word slowly, feel it roll off your tongue. One of the greatest gifts the language has given us. Sensual." Watching her lips form the word, but no sound emerging. Wanting to kiss her again, beg her to let me make love to her. But that was not what she needed.
"Louder, say it out loud. it is not something you should hide."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Heather

She felt really akward standing there, saying that word over and over again. Finally she spoke up a little louder
"Sensual.. Alright.. there I said it." She turned away from him, She needed to ease her discomfort. She slowly walked around the room, Looking at different screens. She was careful not to touch any of the buttons, though she wanted to. So many channels to choose from, she smiled a little thinking that. She watched herself on the screen, The Marshall sure knew what he was doing. She turned to the one lower, she was in the shower playing with herself. The next she was stripping off her lower costume and tossing it over a Knight's head. Everything was recorded.

She walked to the main desk, and sat up on it.Turning she faced him once more, Her eyes staying connected with his. She wondered what he game was.
"It's hot in here." A statement, and nothing more for the moment. He kept watching her, It was no longer uncomfortable, It was making her ache. To know what he wanted, and why he looked at her that way. There was a very heavy sexual tension in the air. She wasnt sure if it was herself, Or if it was eminating from this man before her.

She sat on the desk, her legs swinging back and forth as a little girl would do, and her eyes locked on his. She wondered if she was in a staring contest or something. She finally looked down, His chair was before her. She grabbed it with her bare feet and pulled it closer to the desk. She set her feet up on the back of the chair, and her hands behind her. She Leaned back just a little, and asked another question.
"Why did you bring, or should I say allow?, me into this room? To stare at me all night? I can go if you but open the pannel up, I know I'm keeping you from your work."
She didn't know what else to say. She wasnt about to go over there and toss him in a chair and seduce him. She had some self control. Maybe not alot, But some.

 

[Merelan]

Michael:

Damn right it was hot in here, it was her fault too. The A/C was on, but her presence made me hot, damn hot. But I tried to stay cool as she settled ion the table, her legs swinging. God, those legs. To wrap them around me as I buried into her. To feel her writhe and hear her moans. Shaking my head I listened.
"Why did you bring, or should I say allow?, me into this room? To stare at me all night? I can go if you but open the pannel up, I know I'm keeping you from your work." Leave? No. Not now, not ever. She was mine.
I nonchalantly, though shakily walked to the panels and adjusted a few knobs, changing the scenes, rewinding others. Flick... flick... each screen showing a different fantasy, a different dream fulfilled, discovered.
"Do you want to leave? My job here is simple, done by a flick of the switch. But I long..." Turning to her. Standing at full height over her. Standing between her legs, close, so close I swear in a step I would be presssed against her treasure.
Each hand reaching out and taking a leg, wrapping them around me. Her eyes widening, but her body letting me. I nestle in. My hardness obvious as I press against her. My free hand twining into her hair, pulling it free from it's pins, fluffing it about her.
"You are a Goddess. My Goddess." Thrusting against her, my lips to hers in a an angry kiss. Did she not see what she did to me? I was not a toy. Slowly she responded, with all the ardor in her. My hands on her shoulders.
A sudden move and I tore the blouse from them. Pinning her arms to her sides., A gasp and cry, but I smothered it with my mouth. My teeth catching at her lips.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Heather

Did she wish to leave here? Not really. He came closer and played with various knobs and buttons. Standing so close. She felt her heart pick up it's pace briefly. She remained calm and watched him. He moved suddenly, gripping her thighs and spreading them. His hands moved under her knees and lifted her legs up and around him, pressing in closely. His hardness pressing against her center, she gasped. A little surprised at his movement. His mouth came down on hers, hard and angry. And alluring at the same time. Her eyes never closed, but darkened to a deeper color. She didnt kiss him at first, a little stunned. But as his lips moved the heat spread throughout her body, and she growled in her throat. Kissing him with the same measures. He called her "His Goddess"?, She wanted to argue that, but didn't. His hands moved to her shoulders, she expected him to maybe just hold her there. She didnt expect the tearing of fabric and her suddenly bared breasts. She gasped and shrieked a little. How dare he?! She went to speak out in protest, but his mouth came down on hers again. Her arms pinned helplessly to her sides. Anger turned, slowly, to passion. His teeth grazed her lips and he bit the bottom. She purred in her throat, arching a little. She sank her teeth into his full bottom lip, and moaned out. She was shaking out of control. What was this? Why was she reacting to this?
"Let my hands go!" She didnt shout it, she demanded it. She didnt know if he complied because she said to, or if he wanted to touch elsewhere, but her hands were suddenly free, and his roaming over her front. She reached up and untied her mask. She pulled it off and tossed it to the floor. Her hair was brushing down her back, the whole length free for his hands. She panted as he kept kissing her.
He gripped her again and pressed his hardness harder into her center. Groaning out, she moaned "yes". She wanted this, this stranger. This dominance.
Her passion built up at a real rappid rate, she kissed him hungrily, suckling his tongue into her mouth and pressing herself forward against him. Seeking more of the pleasure he was offering her. Her hands came up and dug into his shirt front, pulling him to her. Little mewling sounds came from her throat, she almost didnt recognize at first. She was near pleading him to take her right there...

 

[Merelan]

God, she was almost raping me. I had been right. I scooped her up and almost threw her over the back of the couch, on her bell. her fine ass high in the air..
"You act like a slut. A Lady asks." Slapping at one cheek, andnd holding her there by a hand on the small of her back. It was a special couch. With one movement I had a strap over her lower back and hooked, though she struggled as she realized. Damn, my cock was swearing at me to fuck her right now. To rape her pussy and ass. My eyes closed and I slowly forced myself to breath deep.
Slow ad easy and she will be mine forever.
then it truly dawned on her she couldn't move. Her legs starting to kick, and her voice found.
Walking around to the front I fiddled with a few switches, and the middle screen lit up our room, directly on her. there she was, strapped to the couch, her bare ass quite visible.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Heather

She didn't protest when he picked her up and tossed her face down over the couch. In fact her heart leaped into her throat and pleasure poured through her. He tore away her flimsey little thong, and swatted her ass. She gasped and came upright a little. His hand held her prisoned, bent over and in plain view. Her ass stung from the contact, and her teeth clenched. Then before she could react to the swat, she was strapped down once more. Her temper flared to life with the revealation of what he was doing.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing!? Let me out of this thing right now!" Her voice growled, she was not happy at all. She fought the restraints, trying to free herself, but the contraption wasnt budging an inch. She cursed some more, and kicked her legs. She was stuck, in this position. And no way out. He came around the front of her, and clicked on something behind her.
"What are you doing!?"
Her hands curled up into fists. She wasn't going to accept this. She was going to fight it all the way. Her pussy damped with the thought of being helpless, while her mind demanded retribution be dealt out. She shivered, and glared at his stomach infront of her face.
"Let.ME.GO!!" She fairly shouted at him, her temper wasnt pretty when riled. He said nothing. He didnt approach her either. Just stood there. She wondered what he was doing?
Her ass still stung from the swat, but she was also still wet and horny from earlier. She felt a little sickened with the thought. She was enjoying this? But she was also rebelling against it too.
"W-Why are you doing this?"


Her breasts rubbed the couch and hardened into little nubs. Each breath rubbed them softly over the material. She ground her teeth together once again. Closing her eyes, she fought off the pleasurable sensations.

 

[Merelan]

Michael:

Without a word I lifted her head by her hair, making her see the image on the screen. Her. helpless, strapped to the couch. My hand running down her back and rubbing where I had swatted. Crack. Adding a red print to her pale skin.
Then running it again over her, and down between her legs, bring my wet fingers to her lips.
Still in silence I wiped her own juices on her lips. My answer.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Heather

She arched her ass higher into the air as the second swat began to throb. His hand slowly moving down over her back, down her spread ass cheeks to graze over her folds. His hand came away, and brought it to her face. She could smell her out scent on his hand, She heard herself moan. No longer fighting the bonds, she shivered and licked her lips. She many times before had sampled her own nectar, she loved her own taste. She looked up at the screen, she could see the hand prints on her ass. All it did was make her hotter. Wetter. Wanting. She looked up at him, met his eyes.. She didnt say a word, there was no time for talking now. She wanted to know, wanted to feel what he had in mind. She let go of the back rest she held on to. she couldn't move much, but she could move enough. She slipped her hand down over her abdomen and across her bare mound. She didnt try and pull her hair away from his grip, instead watched herself on the monitor before her. Her breathing was coming out in little passion heightened pants.
"....Now?" She barely managed to whisper her question for him. What was to be next? Her skin tingled with anticipation, Her inner walls clamped down slightly. She was loving this, more than she felt was possible.

 

[Merelan]

Michael:
Now, she asked? What was next? How was I to know. All I knew was if my cock got any harder it would break. Jesus. What the hell was I doing? But my mind filtered through all the scenes I had witnessed on this job. Yes, I could do some of them. Yes, she would like it, and so would I, if I dared.
I knelt on the couch before her. Her face against my chest. My hands running up and down her body, admiring, touching, stroking. God she was so fucking beautiful.
"My precious Goddess. My dear, dear little girl. Do you know even now it is you who holds all the power?" Massaging her ass, oh her ass. Such sweet pale skin, my hand print still slightly red. Had I marked her flesh? How could I have hurt one such as this?
Crack. Her body jumping.
"Even now." Lifting her head again with her hair. Our eyes locked. I swallowed hard, hoping she didn't notice my wild thumping heart when her head had rested on me, hoping she didn't see the sweaty palms, the nervousness she produced.
"My Queen." My lips meeting hers, slowly tenderly. Tasting her as she moaned and surrendered to it. I was ready to cum, burst right there in my jeans. Jesus. She had been made in heaven, for someone fine and noble. I could only borrow her for the moment, but would make that moment last.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Heather

She was the one in control here? She knew he must be crazy, or perhaps, He was right? It was her pleasure he was seeking, or so she assumed?

Her head rested against his chest, her own heart pounding so badly she could hardly hear a word. His skin tingled with awareness, anticipation, and the age old feeling.. Lust.
She whimpered in her throat as his hands slid down over her back, slowly. Moving with a slow teasing soft touch, then.. SMACK. Right on the ass again, Her body jerked and she cried out. It did not hurt to bad, merely brought her senses alive, she moaned. Biting her lips, his hand went into her thick mane, and jerked her head back up to look at him.

Her eyes went closed briefly, she was so excited, she could feel her body tremble. He came closer to her, his breath fanning over her lips. She opened her eyes, looking into his. The lust there, the desire was so hard to ignore. Her eyes shown back with the same, she was sure of it. She watched as his lips decended to hers.

Sparks flew in every direction from her body, she was alive with sensations. Hightened by, she did not know, but she was close to begging him to take her. She rested against the back of the couch, and moved her hands out enough she touched his face.

She wanted deeper, harder kisses. Passionate. His was slow, and feather like, and teasing. She groaned again, and bit lightly on his bottom lips. She could hear him panting for air, breathing raggedly as she was. He wanted her as much as she craved for him. She arched her back, pushing her ass up into the air again. Begging him to give it more attention.

"I do not know your name... But dammit.. Stop teasing!" She demanded as best she could, but her voice was shakey and weak sounding. Laced with alot of pent up desires and cravings.

 

[Merelan]

Michael:

Breaking away, standing before her, my laughter ringing off the walls. Her face showing confusion, then embarassment. I had to force myself to stop. Thank God she had broken the mood. I was on the brink of letting her go, of worshipping her like she wanted.
But now. Now she would wait. I licked my bottom lip where she had bitten me. God. She was beautiful. Wiping the tears from my eyes.
"Teasing? You think I was teasing you? No, my darling little Angel. That was not teasing. You should know, you are the Mistress of tease. Aren't you?" Walking around and around as I spoke, the words flowing unchecked.
"You teased in high school. The short skirts, the coy looks. The licking of your lips. Pressing that body against the poor boys, then slipping away. Knowing you were making them wild with desire. Knowing they were jerking off to images of you." Crack. Then a gentle rubbing.
"Then you found the power didn't you? Knowing a mere mortal man would move heaven and earth to simply touch one such as you. You used your body to get what you wanted. Used it to taunt and tease again, and again and again to flit away when you hadgotten what you wanted. But this time my little love." Cinching the belt a notch tighter. "You aren't going to flit away so easily."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Heather

He pulled away and she whimperd in complaint. He burst out laughing? At first she was angry at him, then confused, then mildly hurt. What was he laughing at her for? She wanted to get up and walk out, but knew she couldnt. He moved around her in slow circles. She didnt try to keep her eyes on him, it wasnt possible. His voice came out accusingly, rambling on and on about how she behaved.

She barely recalled high school? She didnt even recall teasing anyone? Was this man someone she went to high school with? It is possible, this is a small town.
"I dont.." She thought a moment "but.. I didnt do that..?" Did she?
He smacked her ass again and rubbed lightly, she couldnt help herself, she moaned again, letting her forehead fall to the back of the couch. She shook visibly, ached to be taken. This was too much torment on her poor mind and body. He cinched the belt tighter, She had no hopes of moving anywhere now. She was captive until he released her.

She felt like crying one minute, pleading the next, and demanding to be let go.
"flitting away?" She moaned again, her folds were trembling with her body, she was exsposed and very wet. She was tempted to reach down and take care of herself, She didn't want to wait for him to do something. But then again she did. She had never been controlled like this before, it was making her blood rage through her body.

It was also a little fearful. He wasn't going to let her go? She closed her eyes and held as still as possible. Maybe if she was silent he would release her. She was worried now, what was his game? He obviously didn't want her, so why this? She was confused, and not sure what to do. Men who wanted her were usually done with her by now, or she was done with them. So she was at a loss here.

 

[Guest]

Michael:
She had actually shaken with rage, then slowly, in the silence, had settled down. Yes, he had been right. She had been a tease.
"Do you wonder my dear? What I am doing, going to do, will do?" Running my hands along her body again. Relishing in her softness. Leaning in and inhaling her scent in her hair. She was intoxicating. Whispering into her ear.
"Do you want me to release you? To let you free?" Kissing her earlobe and licking. Growling into her throat as she wrapped me around her finger.
"Or shall I continue worshipping you." My hands slipping beneath and softly touching the sides of her breasts, pressed against the leather of the sofa. Jesus. I was going to cum just touching her. Tearing myself away. Adjusting my cock, carefully or I would explode in my pants.

 

[Merelan]

OOC We become what we sneer at. I posted as unregistered. Geesh.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Heather

She didn't want to be left alone, and she didn't really, deep down want to be let go either. She was more turned on than she had ever been in her whole entire sexual life. She shivered as his hand ran down her body once again, her moan did escape that time. She was trembling from head to toe, but it wasn't in fear. It was in lust for more.
"No. I wish to stay here.... With you" There she got the words out of her mouth. She felt herself blushing brightly for giving in. But she wasn't losing herself here, she was gaining a wonderful feeling she never experienced before.
His fingertips grazed the side of her breast, his touch was so hot, it sent shivers down her spine. Her nipples puckered up and her lower lips trembled. She knew if she but reached down she would find herself swollen and wet. She groaned, she wished he would do something besides talk to her. The wait was enough torment in itself. She would hold her tongue though. She wouldnt continue to talk about every stupid thing that popped into her mind. She was wanting to be touched and teased, explored, and denied over and over again. The hell with talking. No more demands, she would wait.