The Second Annual Masquarade

Watching her switch so easily from dominat to submissive was so wild, so ertoic. Spanking her had not been what I had thought. Never had I felt the tingle of power. Always before, when forced into the role I had felt awkward and uneasy. But her ass was red, and with my mark. mine.
As he pulled her to him, his whispers inaudible to me, I knelt behind her. Watchign carefully for a disobediance, yearning for a reason to touch her again.
 
I lifted my gaze from the floor and met Thor's eyes with a lustful, glazed expression. Seemingly absent mindly, my hands slid over his thighs and began caressing them. I slid my fingers up and down the inner thighs, my finger nails lightly scratching.

I took his sac in my hands and began kneading it between my thumb and fore fingers. His gasp was all the encouragement I needed.

I lowered my head to his waist and began kissing and licking his pelvis. His hard cock was in my hand, I stroked slowly, while my mouth placed kisses around the base. I could feel his hardness sheathed in my hair and caressed my cheek with it.

As my mouth approached his sac, I inhaled the musky scent of his manhood. The lower my face travelled, the higher in the air my ass was poised and swaying

I lifted my head from his waist, sliding myself down further between his legs. I took his cock, hard, erect almost regal in it's position, between my two hands. From my position, low to the floor, between his knees, it appeared enormous, glorious, I gazed with awe and admiration as if worshipping his manhood.

I was oblivious to all around me. I needed to show my appreciation for such beauty. Leaving my hands on his cock, I sunk my face deep between his legs, finding his balls. My mouth began kissing them, small open mouthed kisses as my tongue licked and tasted him. I travelled over the full surface of his sac, then with one hand, lifted it. Sinking my face, deep beneath , my tongue found that special place and began flickering, with some pressure. My face felt as though I were burying it in his manhood and my mind found this to be very arousing.

Upon pulling away, I looked up and saw a look of intense pleasrue on Thor's face. That coupled with my own arousal ignited a flame of passionate fury as my mouth returned to his balls and gently, yet hungrily took one in my mouth. My tongue swirled over it as I suckled it delicately, yet intensely.

My hand was stroking more quickly now. I could hear his pleasure and at some point, thought I heard Merelan gasp.

My mouth moved over his sac, finding the other... Again, suckling and licking. Unintelligable sounds escaped as I made love with my mouth.
 
Marshal Thor

........her ministrations had a predictable effect. I could actually feel the blood rush from my feverish brain and concentrate below my belt. She was very very good. The moans that I heard were mine, I finally realized.

"Suck it, " I growled......suddenly very directive. My eyes were slitted as I drank in the sight of 'teacher' kneeling in front of me. Like most men, I was very easy to visually stimulate.....

"Umppppfhhhhhhhh, yes........."
 
Hearing his order, I looked up at him, placing my hands at the base of his shaft and licked my lips. Pursing them tightly together, I placed them at the swollen head of his member. Slowly, I took him in my mouth, applying a suckling pressure with inch. Once I felt him bump into the back of my throat, my tongue began swirling and flickering around him. I gloried in his taste, his scent for a moment before beginning the age old rythm of love making. My mouth worked it's magic as my hands twisted and massaged the base of his shaft.

My head bobbed at his waist as I moved up and down the length of him. I could feel the tension building and slid one hand beneath to fondly his tightening sac. Knowing he was near the edge, his cock meeting my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, I hesitated briefly with my mouth at the head. Then, taking in a deep breath and focussing all of energy, I went down on him, opening the back of my throat.

Taking his entire lenght in my mouth, I began moving upon him wantonly as I fucked him with my face. I felt him become ready to explode in my mouth, could hear his moans and felt his hands in my hair. My mouth sucked him hungrily as a starving man at a buffet.
 
Licking my lips I leaned back against the chair, my hands idly playing over my body, teasing, warming. Watchign her expertise, his face, her body reacting to him. God, she was perfect. And as for him. I tried not to meet his eyes, for he would surely see what I felt. This was fun, nmothing more. A once a year tryst for him.
As for me. The same I guessed. My fingers stroking my belly, playing with the tiny patch of curls at my mound.
 
Marshal Thor

I felt a familiar tightening in my balls. I knew that I had, like a chip of wood going over Niagra, gone over the cliff. There was no turning back. I twined both of my hands in her hair and lost myself in sensation. I did not pull her - she was fucking me with her mouth like the most wanton whore....but she was no whore. She had lost any inhibitions and was sexually completely abandoned.

I vaguely saw Merelan, but my eyes were unfocussed. With a final groan, I erupted. Although I had cum more than once, it seemed that a pint of liquid was driven from my body. Four or five spurts.........
 
As he began cumming in my mouth, I thrust my face down upon him one or two more times, sucking hard with each thrust. I could take it no more, I pressed my mouth and face deep upon him, taking his cock inside my mouth until I could wrap my lips around the base. I then suckled, hard and furiously, tasting, savoring and swallowing all that he had to give me.

When he lay back exhausted, his hands still entangled in my hair, I gently pulled my mouth from him and began kissing and lapping at his now, flaccid member.

I turned to Merelan, her own ministrations having the desired affect upon her. Her face bore that glazed look of hyper sensuality as her hand touched her beautiful mound.

I moved to her, our lips met, as my hands grabbed her fine ass, pulling her close. Our tongues tasted each other and shared the residue of Thor's ecstasy.

"Oh Merelan, how I want you....", my voice husky, my lip quivered as I whispered my wish.
 
I burst into tears, silent, but tears none the less. His taste o Her mouth, his facepleased, his body satiated, from her, and then her to tell me she wanted me? me? i was just merelan, the servant, the girl who helped others. Not the one people wanted.
But I saw it in her eyes.

"Can you two stay tonight? It's much to late to sleep, and, well, I at least am tired. Worn out, so to speak." Trying to sound casual as I wiped the tears from my face. Hiding them, though they both had to have seen them.

"I can promise a great breakfast in the morning."
 
Marshal Thor

"Can you two stay tonight? It's much to late to sleep, and, well, I at least am tired. Worn out, so to speak."

"I can promise a great breakfast in the morning."

Merelan's words pulled me from my reverie. The blood was slowly returning to my head.

"A nap...and then breakfast. I like hefty portions when I am eating breakfast." A laugh escaped from my lips. How I loved a double entendre....
 
Sleep and breakfast?

Merelan's words pulled me back from the sensual self hypnosis I had found for myself.

I looked around and immediately started blushing as I remembered all of what had just happened here.

My lip trembled as I asked if there was a robe I could wear.

OUr clothing was in varied states of disarray and the gowns appeared ruined by our sex.
 
"I have plenty." Pulling out a silken chemise, with matchign robe, deep blue in color. And another of cream for myself. Here, does Thor want anything?" Curling into his arms, mine full of the silk. Kissing his cheek, rubbing against him teasingly.
Want to know what I need, crave, right now?" He smiled knowingly.

Then spinnin away.

"A cold drink." Laughing as I pulled the chemise over my head.
 
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