Third Annual Masquarade

Herem Girl

As I look into her eyes, I was hoping she would do it. To be kiss by her, would make my night. There is only one more thing I would want to do, and that is taste her.

When she dip me, I felt we were both going to fall. We started to giggle. When we caught ourselves from falling, I put my arms around her to hold her close. The scent of her, was making me feel so warm inside. My lips touch her neck lightly.
 
Liberty

The hard hot length of Sams cock was a sweet torture between her thighs. Libery rode astride the thick shaft, sliding back and forth as much as the close proximity of three bodies would allow. He rubbed against her hard clit and the friction was madening. She could scarcely breath, could no longer think. Her whole body burned with desire. The only thing she could think of was the touch taste and smell of the bodies held tight against her. Violets nude form pressed against her from head to toe. They were so close that she surely must feel the smooth tip of manhood that popped out from between the wet lips of Libertys' cunt.

Liberty arched her back, pressing her firm ass against Sams groin, urging him to penetrate her sex with his cock. When he did not respond to her physical peas and only continued to thrust back and for across her dripping pussy, she wimpered and began to voice her desires aloud.

Sam...please...please let me feel you, God please put your cock inside me. I want you so ... I want all of you, filling me, whatever you want...I can't wait...please...no more teasing... Violet...anything, anything you want...tell me how to pleasure you...tell me what I can do...

She hardly knew what it was she begged for, only that she must have release, must have this fire between her legs quenched. Her arms wrapped around Violet and she kissed her passionately, no longer shy or timid, but wanton. Her body was no longer her own to control, they had driven her to this, made her want them, made her want whatever they offered, whatever they desired.
 
Jordan suckled at the precious juices that clung to her finger. His tongue coming out to taste her, drink her as she offered him. He moaned deep in himself, letting the taste envelope him.

He had a wicked idea. A desirably wicked idea.

His hands, working at her dress once more, moving it up to uncover herself to the world, for anyone who cared to look. Determined hands moving under the fabric now, clinging to the thong that now held the only access to her sex. He pulled the thong down, past her hugging hisp, over those luscious thighs, down the knees, and the feet.

Jordan held them up, looking at the spot that betrayed both of their desires. A small wet spot on the thong, one that he couldn't help but smile when he saw.

"My dear, what have you been thinking?"
 
Pulling her close again I forced a kiss on her, her mouth freezing, then opening to mine in a savageness. My fingers clenched on her ass, and I moaned.
Then just as swiftly spun her around and around and around. Making her dizzy with the turns. Ending just where I planned.
Our servant catching her as she stumbled.
"A wild night, a wild dance, two wild women. What more is there in life?"
 
Uncle Sam

"Sam...please...please let me feel you, God please put your cock inside me. I want you so ... I want all of you, filling me, whatever you want...I can't wait...please...no more teasing... Violet...anything, anything you want...tell me how to pleasure you.."

God, I love it when a woman Talks 'dirty'. I forced my hand between Liberty's churning bottom and my stomach. Aiming was never much of a problem....my 'staff' had always seemed to have a mind of its own....and find a target like the finest military laser ranging equipment.

I teased just a moment more......rubbing the throbbing tip over her wetmess. With a twist and thrust, I slid in..and I mean slid. The juices that had coated my cock made it slide and slide.....absolutely no friction. It was like having every square centimeter encased in a lovely warm fluid. My entire length was engulfed by my one thrust.

No more teasing. We were fucking, plain and simple. My hands roamed everywhere. I pulled Violet against Liberty...mashing her body on the other side of the sandwich. Our bodies were bathed in sweat....slippery, sensuously so.

I thrust.....and thrust......and THRUST...each stroke slamming my hips against Liberty's ass.....I was trying to have both at the same time....trying to drive my cock completely through her and into Violet......
 
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Fire Goddess

What had I been thinking?

My panties were moist, my mound was damp, I was shaking with desire.

Kaylie saw a glint in his eyes as he held her thong on one finger and recognized the challenge.

She shook her head as if to clear it.

Slowly a winsome smile came across Kaylie's face.

"Why cave man! I was thinking I needed a drink after the dance."

She signalled for a servant and ordered a spring water. She would be clear headed and remember this night tomorrow.

She then, guided Jordan to a settee placed in against the wall toward the middle of the room. She wanted everyone to see what would happen with the next step of her plan.

She and Jordan sat together for a momen.

She turned to face him, raised one leg to the seat and left one on the floor, leaving her sex visible to Jordan, her shaven pussy glistened with the moisture of desire.

She sipped her water, watching Jordan's reaction to her nakedness so close to him. She told him is a husky giggle,

"Look, but don't touch!"

Kaylie took a sip of water with an ice cube. She delicately spit the ice cube into her hand and began gliding it over her chest and lithe neck, throwing her head back with her eyes closed to savor the cool sensation. The cube melted quickly.

She took another, this time, her eyes never left Jordan's as she slid the frigid ice along her thigh and over her glistening sex.

A third cube was needed rather quickly. The heat of her body making fast work of melting the cubes. The third cube found it's demise between her labia, melting quickly, she gasped at the sensation of the coolness against her hot clit.

Kaylie enjoyed the game, the game of self restraint.

She wanted nothing more than to have him furioiusly fucking her in a room designed for sex and romance.

Not giving in yet, she inserted a finger into her pussy and pumped it gently.

"Hmmmm , now that i wonderful, Jordan. Did you get your beverage?" She winks.
 
The Servant

He sighed, quietly getting himself drunk. He had no idea what on Earth had convinced him to accept the invitation. Perhaps he had thoughts it would be a good place to relax. But now that he was here, he was finding it harder and harder to do so. This wasn't just something new, it was something that was pushing against what he was used to, the walls he had long ago set up.

Maybe he just wasn't ready to watch them go down. He downed another shot of whatever he was drinking, deciding he'd better leave. He couldn't be like these people. So,...uninhibited. He slowly got to his feet. He wasn't drunk, yet. But the only thing on his mind was getting home and finishing the job.

He took a deep breath, and started for the door.
 
Queen Violet

Everything was blurred, all thoughts unleashed as we moved together. I could feel her desperation even as I pulled in my hunger, my lips roaming over her throat as Sam impaled her. My hands caressing every inch of flesh I can reach. Seeing our reflection every so often as my lips kiss suckle along her neck and breast.

(sorry for short post it's been a long weekend)
 
I slipped up behind him and linked my arm through his.
"Leaving so soon? I didn't even get a dnace." Knowing he had felt odd man out, not at home here.
"Just one dance, please. I promise to try very hard to behave. If you want me too."
 
Harem Girl

As we were dancing faster around and around, I feel myself falling. But the servant caught me just as I did. Hearing wild women, wild dance, I looked right at him.

Merelan wanted to dance with him. I smile at both of them. "Oh no, if you two dance, I dance too. We could have a great time dancing."

I gave Merelan and the servant a deep kiss, so they will know how I feel.
 
Breathing coming up short. He breathed out of his nose, not trusting his mouth. An eternal gasp as he watched her perform for him. Using her own body to tease him into submission.

She had him under her spell, as he looked into her eyes, he knew they both wanted the end result, but who would give into desire first? Who's will was strong enough to deny them the one thing they craved most?

He moaned, moving into her. She didn't want him to touch. His hands held out, inches above her skin as he let them move across her. They cupped under the breasts, only inches away from the rock hard nipples, moving down the stomach, and coming ever so close to her heated sex. The In his opened palm he felt how much she reacted to everything.

"Water," he spoke, never looking away from her beauty. He couldn't look away. The only thing keeping him from ravaging her at the moment was the fire in her eyes. It held him, gripped him, and kept the sexual monster at bay...

For the moment.

It came, and he drank it in a gulp, staring at her through the condensed glass. Ice cubes clanking when he dropped it to the sette they both shared.

He dropped to his knees on the floor. still attached to her stare.
A smile upon his face, revealing one ice cube in his teeth.

No touching.

He moved towards her. Not up to kiss her, those soft kissable lips that invited him. No, he moved straight towards her on his knees.
Moving to even more kissable lips.

His tongue came out, the ice cube, slowly melting on his feverish tongue. Slipping between her tasty thighs, he leans far into her sex, his breath right on her.

He let the ice cube slip off of his tongue. A brick layer, carefully adding the last piece right between two others. Her sex, as if responding, opened up to the frozen object, almost sucking it in.

His tongue never touched her.

Jordan gave another moan, as he moved back, once again a sly look on his face.
 
Heather/ Librarian

I dried and ironed my shirt and skirt, careful of the material. The corset had been washed and hung drying while I waited, a smile playing on my lips as I thought of the security 'peep' cameras in this house and i knew where the room was located. But would Micheal be there after a year went by? Would he even welcome me if he was?
He had vanished so suddenly last year, I think for the most part because of how we met in the first place. He had a job to do, he was loyal and I found it hard to deal with him constantly gone. We parted as friends, and just lost touch with each other.
Slipping back on my costume, I made sure my mask was firmly in place, I would not take it off this year, I would stay anonymous this time..
I walked upstairs, got a fresh drink and quietly walked back into the ballroom. I watched the play around the room and once more got lost in thought as I listened to the music. I was content here, perhaps this night wouldn't be eventful but it was relaxing. I smiled and sipped my wine.
 
merelan

He had no choice but to surrender to us, or be bad mannered. We pulled him to the center and started dancing, but the music slowed. Perfect.

She had wrapped herself around him so I slipped behind and snuggled up there.
He seemed stiff and unyielding, would he give in? or leave.
I wanted to know him better. Make him relax and enjoy himself, if for only this one night.
To let go of his boss persona and let all his wild fantasies go.
With her help, maybe he would.
 
Harem Girl

I looked at Merelan from the side. Reaching over to her ear, I whisper to her,"Take one side, and I take the other. We should nibble on his ear and neck. This should make him want to be with us."

She made me smile with the look she gave. A very evil look, I do say.
 
The Servant and the Trap

Trapped. That's the only word to describe it. Deep inside him was brewing a wash of emotions. Centered was resentment. Oh sure, drag him back. It had been a hard enough decision to make in the first place, and now they wanted to challenge it. People had no respect for the rights of others. Granted, it was good to feel their bodies against his own as they danced, but it was still a trap, as comfortable as it may be.

He sighed, caught between them. "Fine. But just one dance." And the trap closed. He'd walked right in. But surely, what could one little dance hurt? He could spend the time, and it seemed a fine way to pass the time. He tried to relax, but found it hard to do.
 
The contrast between Jordan's warm breath and the cold ice was too much for Kaylie to bare.

She moaned, her hips rising from the couch.

Then the ice slipped inside her, waking her from her erotic aura.

Her laugh was almost harsh as she raised her legs, still touching herself and placed her feet to Jordan's shoulders.

With a svelte movement, she kicked him none too gently backward!


"Not yet, my doe eyed lover."
 
geesh

OOC someone take the keyboard away from me
 
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merelan

I felt him relax, but only enough to give in. His politeness keeping him here.
I gave him a small hug and we danced.
Her body pressing against his front, her eyes meeting his, taunting him with her sexiness, her sensual movements. Daring him not to react to her.
I laid my face on his stong shoulders and moved with him. As if I were a part of him. Letting my hands run down his arms and over his hands.
Strong, long hands. Nuzzling his neck, barely able to reach, for he is taller. Leaning against him as we started the dance. His strong masculine scent filling my senses.
 
The Servant

He wasn't exactly sure what to do here. There was woman against his front and his back. He din't want to seem like he was ignoring them, even though that's what he'd love to do. And so he let himself move with them, perhaps it could be called dancing. The harem girl obviously had the brunt of his attention, being in his line of sight, but that didn't mean he'd forgotten the body leaning against his back, hands running down his arms.

He wasn't sure why he reach around. Perhaps to let her know he knew she was there. Or maybe it was the few drinks he'd had. Whatever the reason, his hand moved around behind the glorious hostess pressed behind him, and gave a squeeze to the first thing it came in contact to. So, it was her ass. It's not like he could see where his hand was going. Then again, he didn't exactly move his hand when he was done either.

In fact, he decided to share with the harem girl. No point shoing favoritism.
 
Liberty

Her body tightened as Sams cock slid home; he was bigger than anything she had ever had, and her cunt spread wide to accept his size. While he pounded into her, she could feel his head slamming against her womb; each thrust pressed her closer to violet. Her hands reached out and Liberty captured a soft breast. She began to squeeze gently, then with a firmer hand, as she would want it done. It was almost as if she were touching her body as she touched Violet. She began to orgasm; her pussy trying desperately to squeeze him, to pull him deeper. She moaned, louder, and higher, her eyes kept tightly closed. She clung to Violet, holding her while Sam fucked her harder and faster; responding to her cries.

Coming! Coming, Coming!! Oh, OH OH OH OH!

Impossibly, Sam was still rock hard. Liberty pushed herself up, slipping off the dripping shaft. She looked at Violet and smiled.

Next...
 
Uncle Sam (still charged)

"Coming! Coming, Coming!! Oh, OH OH OH OH!" As the words spilled from Liberty's lips, a keening moan emanated from - seemingly - her very soul. Ripples coursed through her pussy....clenching and massaging. I turned my thoughts to a discourse on relativity - I wanted this to last forever!!!!!!

After a few more strokes, I felt Liberty push herself off my cock. I watched, mesmerized, as my glistening shaft slid slowly from her cunt. I was still as erect as a 20 year old, but, thank heavens, with more staying power.

I glanced up at the mirror - a tittilating sight indeed. Liberty was laying on her back between us...with what the cheap novels refer to as the 'fresh fucked' look. Violet was still touching her......seeming as aroused as before. I was reclining like a parody of a Roman noble.....actually I felt like one!
 
Harem Girl

As I dance around the both of them now, moving my body up and down their's. Kissing their bodies as I am doing it too. I grab the front of the servant and rub my body on his, kissing him deeply as I do.

Then to her's I move behind her, kissing her neck and rubbing my body on her's. My hands moving infront of her and as I move my hands touch every part of her.

As I parted from them, my hands started to rub my breast. Then move down below, and feeling every part of me.
 
Librarian

I reclined into the chair as comfortably as possible and smiled, watching the show before me, I couldn't help but follow their erotic movements. I met the Servant's eyes and smiled, giving him a bold wink. I sipped my drink, watching the women writhe, dance and grind into each other as well as the poor man trapped between them.
I chuckled, poor indeed! I would bet he was stiff as a rock, and more than eager to do something with them both. I watched the play around the ballroom and sat quietly, perhaps something would get my curiousity and I would venture about, until then I was content where I was, in my own private peep show.
 
Calista...Dorothy

My world seem to tilt and never quite right it's self. I felt the flush creep up, the warmth of it touching my cheeks, his words touching my ears over the music. For the first time in a long time I flet absolutely wonderful.
We stood there motionless as the music contined, a bolt of pleasure shooting down my spine as his lips caressed my neck. So he wanted to experience me?! I had never known that a person could feel excited and terrified all at the same time. But that was how I felt at that exact moment.
My fingers splayed over his chest, my heart pounding at twice the tempo of the music that played. Something stirred down deep, something that hadn't showed it's self for some time and I decided to go with it....after all that is what this night was for.
So many things were going on around us but I hardly noticed as the heat between our pressed bodies began to increase. I moaned softly "I could not deny you that, not this night. I only ask that we finish this song."
As I finished I trailed my hands down his chest and over his body all the while we moved to the music, our bodies in tune with each other and the music as well.
"I'm not feeling much like an exhibitionist tonight let's go find a more private place." I whispered as the song began to end, my lips brushing his "Thank you for the dance..." I was feeling more relaxed and ready to let loose.
 
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