The Second Annual Masquarade

Marshal Thor

"A lady is always welcome to touch," I said as I drank in the visual picture of her nude body. Her innocent facade was gone - and in its place, the epitome of a sensual woman.

As I spoke, I bent my head and - my eyes still locked on Heather's - ran my tongue up the valley between her breasts. I circled each nipple - my tongue leaving a wet sheen on her aureolas..... My hands lightly stroked her hips....just the tips of my fingers touching her heated skin............
 
Heather

She gasped in a deep breath and shivered.. the feelings over taking her in a slow sensual assault. She moaned as his tongue ran over her skin, and arched into his body. Her hands slowly rose up to unbutton his shirt, shaking she got the first 4 unbotton. She felt more goose bumps over her thighs form from hislightly touching fingertip.
"Ooh God.." her hands brushed over his chest, his skin was soft and very warm. She stepped forward a little more, unbuttoning the last buttons, and placing a soft kiss on his chest, right above his left nipple. He tasted wonderful.. combination of sweat, natural scent and cologne. She slowly pulled his shirt towards his shoulders and arms. wanting it off of his body so she could press against him..
 
ooc: again I have posted, and again I have been ignored. *L*

should I just post or what?
 
ooc

ooc I came on this morning with the intentions of posting, whether or not it kills me. I've been busy. Extraordinarily busy. Give me a few minutes.
 
Emma

The shapely banana lay on its side amidst creamy otherstuffs.

"A pity. Perhaps the fellow on the plate has seen through my pretenses and knows that at midnight I will turn back into a pumpkin."

She pushed the plate aside. "Still, I am in the mood for experimentation. I do wonder what would happen if I were to..."

Her hand slicked up the top of his thigh, and cupped his manhood delicately as she smiled. "In the name of science, of course..."

She began to massage her hand over the bulge, licking her bottom lip slightly.
 
Marshal Thor

Heather's lips on my chest made me shiver with anticipation. I helped...shrugging my shirt off, As she 'played' I ran my hands over the firm curves of her ass......alternately squeezing and stroking.
 
Ian

I simply stood there. Considering my options. Even I didn't know what I should do. But I had to make a decision. I sighed silently before walking to the Queen's side and kneeling before her, "I apologize for leaving you m'lady. May you please forgive me?"
 
Dawn

OOC: Sorry. Was out of town at a conference.

IC:

Dawn gasped at the suggestion of dancing with the Queen. Merelan, so beautiful, so gracious and so very sensual in her costume.

Merelan recognized the confusion in Dawn's face and raised her hand. She gently touched her cheek and reassured her.

"We are here to do all the things that will bring us pleasure. I believe it will bring you pleasure to dance with me." Merelan's voice, so gentle and sincere. Her observation startled Dawn as the realization came to Dawn that she spoke the truth.

Dawn stared at the floor as she quietly assented. And so, the Dance began...the dance that would unleash her many desires and change her life.
 
Heather

She took her time, her hands running up and down his chest, lightly raking her nails over his skin. Placing small kisses here and there, she wondered what he would like and wouldnt.. no time like the present to find out. She pressed firmly against his chest, letting her nipples feather across his chest before stepping back a little and running her tongue over one of his flat nipples. her hands slowly eased down to his belt and pants. Her body tingled in anticipation. She unbottoned his jeans and slid her hand inside. Running her fingers down his outter thigh.

"where's your gun Marshall? I know..you got one in here for me.."

She whispered softly to him as her finger tips ran across his pelvis, not quite grazing the head. she breathing picked up causing her chest to rise and fall a little faster. He was barely stroking her hips and ass, driving her insane. She stepped up once again, running her hands around his back and into his jeans to play with his firm ass..
"Touch me Marshall.."
 
Marshal Thor

.....I decided that it was time to..... I scooped up Heather in my arms, kissed her full on the lips as I carried her to the oversized (fortunately) cot in the corner. I laid her...rather gently..on the clean sheets and finished what she had started. My jeans dropped in a puddle at my feet. I stood over her for a minute, my "gun" standing straight out like a telegraph pole.

I wanted her..but I was not ready yet. I knelt on the rug by the cot and held one of her ankles in my hands. I lifted her foot and ran my tongue over the sole of her foot. Then, glacially slowly, I began to suck each toe individually. They glistened - wet - in the flickering lantern light.
 
Roxanne

Offering a sultry smile to kneeling peasant, I held out my hand in a gesture of forgiveness. He kissed it lightly, and I shivered from that mere brush of lips. Grasping his more firmly, I helped pull him to his feet, the silk of my tightly bound chest rustling against his tattered cotton garb.

“But of course. You have proven yourself a gentleman, who knows what else you may prove yourself to be before this night is over...”
 
Heather

She watched as his pants dropped, showing her for the first time his body. She smiled and sucked in her breath. very nice indeed.
She laid back on the bed and slowly stretched out on the cot. She thought he would join her, and was pleasantly surprised when he knelt down and lifted her foot.
"Oh my....!!!" his mouth danced over her foot, creating a wicked sensation to shoot right to her clit. She had never had someone touch her feet this way, she didnt let them.. She was so ticklish it wasnt funny. But this didnt tickle.. Not by a long shot. Made her heat up several more degrees. A moan escaped her lips, she stretched out her leg ,arching her foot. It was so erotic, her hands roamed her body once more. Her eyes slowly closed, no longer able to focus very well. Slowly she ran her hands over her nipples and down her stomach. She had just barely shaved before coming here, so she hit a soft mound before reaching her wet trembling lower lips.
"Ooh your a wicked man Marshall..." moaning softly, she spread her legs further. her finger tips barely dancing over her clit. her mind was in a riot, she wanted to come off that bad so badly and attack him right where he knelt... something, maybe the sweet torture of his mouth and tongue, stopped her from moving off the cot.
 
Marshal Thor

......my hand caressed the back of Heather's leg as I sucked her toes......one at a time. The raw scent of sex was permeating the air of the 'office.' I thought of using some of the 'restraints' hanging on the wall......but I wanted her hands free.....at least for the moment. As my hand wandered higher, I circled her wrist - the wrist of the hand that she was teasing herself with. I held it still.......and then slipped partially onto the cot and licked her fingers clean. Heather's legs were splayed wide - wantonly opening her smooth lips. The inside of her thighs were wet with her own juices. Still holding her wrist in an iron grip, I flattened my tongue and then.......starting at the curve of her lovely ass, licked her smooth soft wet lips. Her juices aroused me - an aphrodasiac to my feverish body. I dipped my tongue into her slit....her juices smearing my face. I released Heather's wrist and lifted her legs into the air. Then I plunged my tongue into her hot center - swirling it over her hard nub each time I withdrew it. The nails of my left hand dragged up her inner thigh. Small gutteral sounds came from both of us....merging in the air......
 
ooc: ITs okay!! Dont worry about it sweets. I -totally- understand

IC:
*he softly grinned over at her, his eyes soft and Dangerous, he affected a look of the mildest surprise*

M'lady!


*He grinned, he couldnt help it. She had one hellova touch to her.*

I...I Know not what this....science is you speak of but.....If thou wish'st new experiances....

*he winked ever -so- softly...Smiling at her movements closer towards her, feeling her hot breath on his neck and nearly shivvering with antici.....(SAY IT! SAY IT! SAY IT!)....pation*

(*guitar riff*)
 
I led her to the other room, motioning dfor the others. Well, stopping in the doorway. Most of them seemed preoccupied. Hmmm.
I took her chilled hand and warmed it in mine, though i was a bit nervous too. I knew what Master wanted, hell, what I wanted. To seduce this young woman. To show her how utterly beautiful she was. But I had never done this on my own. The music played softly in the background. Suddenly I was too shy.
"Would you like a glass of wine first? We have the most delightful zinfendal." Pulling her with me to the bar.
"Two, Reggie. Chilled." Within seconds we had them, along with a plate of assorted chocolates. How well Reggie knew me.
 
Heather

He held her hand still, she opened her eyes and looked at him. A groan softly uttered from her parted lips as his mouth suckled her fingers. She parted her thighs a bit further, panting heavily, watching him. He let her hand go and lifted her legs, slowly sliding his tongue from her ass to her clit. She moaned, and slowly lifted her hips up as his tongue moved up her slit. She could smell her own scent in the air, it hieghtened her senses. His tongue began to dive into her over and over, her hands reached automaticly for his head, Holding him to her. Growling, she pressed against him. Her body arching and relaxing.. sweet torment. Her body started to have little quakes, and quivers. she pressed against his tongue until he hit her clit and she pulled back. It was so senstive to the touch, she didnt know what she wanted anymore. It hurt so wonderfully, she gripped her thighs tighter around him, grinding her wetness into his face.
"Ohh ..god!..please?" She was climbing rappidly up into the air, nearing the edge to fall.. She shook harder, her muscles inside and her thighs spasmed. The fine hairs on her neck felt sensitive, her nipples puckered even tighter. her breathing labored and quick. Her hands itched, she wanted to touch him. Gripping the sheets she dug in with her fists, lifting her ass higher into the air. Her hips started rocking up and down faster and harder against him..
 
Marshal Thor

"Ohh ..god!..please?"

Heather was so close.....I could feel her passion mounting as she edged closer to the precipice. I loved her excitement. She arched her back and began to grind and drive her hips against my mouth - literally fucking my tongue. Little jolts made her body quiver. Changing the tempo, I opened my mouth wide and captured her clit between my lips. As I sucked, I slipped two fingers into her drenched pussy.....fingering her in concert with the ministrations of my mouth.... I was hard as a rock, but completely in control.

Changing the tempo again and again, I alternately blew, sucked and even nipped her clit. Her hips slammed into me as she squeezed my head with her thighs.....
 
Heather

She tensed up, wound tightly as a bow string. Her inner muscles clamped down onto his fingers and squeezed hard. her hips rose and fell with the thrusting of his fingers, she gasped out and nearly screamed when he latched onto her clit with his whole mouth. Sweat beaded and rolled down her temple, arching her back, her hips lowered and spread painfully further. Her scalp tingled and her skin burned from the heat.
"Oh Fuck!" Moaning, she tensed up once more, all movement stopped except for a little jerking of her hips. Hot cum seaped from her parted lips. Moaning out, her head moving side to side, her thighs gripping him in a lock. She felt the throbbing of her pussy muscles gripping and releasing his fingers. Her orgasm milking her body. She released his head and tried to scoot backwards, away from the sweet torment of his mouth. Her clit so sensative the cool air causing another orgasm to hit. She gritted her teeth, panting heavily. climbing up the cot to escape.. she couldnt take much more of this..
 
Marshal Thor

Heather's juices mixed together as I tormented her with my mouth. Her abandoned movement and sounds were the most exquisite stimulants. As she came - her inner muscles clamping and releasing my fingers, she slid up on the cot, away from my mouth and hand - and then I felt an aftershock. I climbed completely on the cot, kneeling between her splayed legs, and grasped my almost painfully hard shaft in my hand. Preliminaries were over, no more teasing. I positioned the tip and then slammed my hips forward, driving myself completely in with one stroke. Her inner warmth and wetness created yet another sensory feeling. I needed her badly..... I slammed in and out...long, hard strokes. I withdrew...almost completely and then drove in....again and again. At the bottom of my strokes, I ground my hips against Heather, rotating them......
 
Ian

I returned to my seat and stared at the dessert before me. I thought for a few moments deciding how I was going to eat this. I decided there was no non-suggestive way to eat this, so I'd have to be as humble as I could in the way I ate it. I ran two fingers along the side of one of the lips and then put the fingers in my mouth, eating off my fingers. I repeated this, sometimes getting some of the curls as well. I kept going around the cherry, making sure to save that for last.
 
Emma

His eyes held within them dangerous promises. Her body was growing hot, and she felt herself gravitating toward him, up, out of her chair, over.

The flesh of his neck was tempting. Her lips were hovering near the flesh, only a breath away, but she resisted, holding onto the sensation as long as she could, blowing hot air on the spanse of skin.

Her lips were full, throbbing, almost touching the tiny hairs of his neck, and then suddenly she found her mouth pressed to his neck, tasting the lightly salted skin, licking, sucking and devouring the surface. She was kneeling at the side of his chair as he leaned down, and one of her hands was still grazing over the hardness in his lap.
 
*He couldnt think. His mind was a nice blissful blank. This beautiful woman was pushing all the right buttons and he couldnt stop himself anymore with a swift hand he lifted her face to his and pressed a long, passionate kiss to her lips. only after about a minute did he pull back panting. His eyes glowing quietly..he grinned*

Oh my.....I -am- sorry m'lady I have no idea what came over me.

*he blushed softly, and affected light embaressment*

Though I must say...I did enjoy that...
 
Dawn

Dawn could feel her stomach in knots, her heart racing and her breath erratic.

"Oh, God. What am I doing?" Thought that conservative, school marmy piece of her persona.

However, the wisdom of the sensual, wildly erotic fantasy side said, "Shut up and enjoy yourself!"

She sipped her wine and bit into a chocolate. Chocolate covered cherries had always been her favorite. She savored the sweet syrup not realizing that a droplet had escaped and rested on her chin, barely below her lip.

Merelan smiled with delight at the door opening before her. Dawn met her smile and smiled in return.

"Delicious," she exclaimed.

In a much softer voice, Merelan said simply, "like you." Dawn shivered at the implication.

Merelan leaned forward and told Dawn she had a bit on her lip. Before Dawn could wipe it, Merelan's lips met Dawn's. Dawn's body came alive at the sweet, soft kiss. The feminity of which Dawn now realized she had longed for for ages. Dawn responded. Her lips parted delicately as Merelan's tongue entered. The kiss deepened as Merelan wrapped her arms around Dawn's waist and Dawn raised her hands to touch Merelan's face and hair.

The bartender watched the scene unfolding with quiet appreciation. He quietly set their drinks upon the bar and returned to his post in the corner.

Dawn broke the kiss suddenly and said. "Somebody is watching."
 
Emma

The woman said nothing, only breathing lustily as his wicked grin once more fanned the flames of her desire. Instead of words, she placed a hand behind his neck, pulling him downward and crushing her lips up against his, opening her mouth wide, and drinking in the kiss deeply.

Nearly pulling him out of the chair with the force of her attentions, she moaned softly into his mouth.
 
Heather

She lifted her hips to accept him, in one thrust they were joined. Her legs wrapped instantly around his hips, pulling him into her center. Her hands gripped his wrists, moaning she thrust upwards when he came into her. She felt full, completely full..
her sex still tight from her orgasm holds him snugly within. Letting go of his wrists, she starts to rub her breasts. Pushing them together and right into his face. She watches as his tongue darts out to lap here and there. Swifter he moves, pounding into her, nearly with drawing. She matches his beat, thrust for thrust. Both reaching to fall together. Her heart hammering in her chest, the heat spreads once more. From her core out, her toes curl slightly, and her moans become louder and longer. Over and over she whispers to him.. asking for more.. asking for him to move harder.. incoherant words, but she is sure he knows what she is asking for. Reaching up she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her for a hungry kiss. Her tongue wrestling with his, hers thrusting into his mouth with the movement of his hard cock in her body. Clutching onto his neck, she meets his eyes..."Bend.. me over Marshall..." She wants to feel him ride her from behind.. growling, she whispers that to him..
 
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