Third Annual Masquarade

Jordan moving to his stomach, looking at her with those intense and passionate eyes. His hands under his chest, and feet splayed out in a predator position. It looked as if he were about to strike.

"I didn't touch," his voice sly and cool.

As he moved, each part of him flowed with one another, each joint turning and moving like a snake. He took his time getting onto his knees, keeping a watch on her, no need to rush things.

"In that position, it is hard to refuse such a woman," again, calm and collected, as if the very suppression of his emotions controlled him now. He had three parts of his mind that now fueled him. The passion, the desire, and the sheer will holding those two at bay.

The struggle bore down, even within his own eyes.

He moved to her, still on his hands and knees. Crawling back, like a master would once it has beaten its pet. He bore the position, never letting go of her stare, never letting her forgot what drove him, and what drove her as well.

The game was finally getting interesting.
 
All us she danced. touching, kissing, her hands everywhere at once. His on me then, on my ass. Not moving or squeezing, just as if resting there.
But i felt the heat of him. Still yet he seemed stiff and unyielding. Was I pushing too far.
Leaning in to him I kissed his neck, then slipped around and wound myself around him as she took my place in the rear. Meeting his eyes I whispered.
'I humbly beg your pardon, for I was wrong to choose the servant costume for you wasn't I? Can you forgive me? For you are more the knight, proud and austere behind his steel walls." Laying my head on his shoulder.
 
The Servant

"I don't know," he whispered back, "sometimes I find myself serving the walls more than the walls serve me." The harem girl had gotten quite physical before deciding to explore her own fine body. He let himself relax a little more, putting his arms around their hostess and pulling her tight against himself. He felt some of his rigidness draining away, although it remained in the one spot where he'd want it.

"I hope you don't mind, but I don't relax quickly. So I hope you don't mind a rather long dance." He felt himself begin to relax. It wasn't something he was used to, but the drinks, and having a woman pressed against him helped.
 
merelan

"I don't know," He whispered in my ear."sometimes I find myself serving the walls more than the walls serve me." Then pulled me close and hugged me. I relaxed a bit more, as he was too.

"I hope you don't mind, but I don't relax quickly. So I hope you don't mind a rather long dance." I pulled my head back and smiled.

"We can dance all night if you choose. " Then again settling into his sure arms, winking at our harem girl. Her body calling to me.
 
Harem Girl

As I continue to dance around them, rubbing my body up and down their, I was feeling my getting hotter. My desire is growing in me for wanting more from them.

Right now I feel like taking my costume off, I am so on fire. I pull away still looking into their eyes, wondering if I should do it. Oh hell, I slowly took my top off and dance around like that.

Moving right behind herm, my breast rub up against her back, as he watches every move. My nipples were hard as I move all over her back with it.
 
Heather/ Librarian

I watched silently for awhile, knew it was time to go and stood from the chair. I left a note to the hostess, thanking her for the invitation and looked forward to another year, if it did arise. walking out side, I smiled to the doorman and crawled into an awaiting taxi. Heading home, I put the costume up in the box, turned out the lights and smiled as I fell into a sweet slumber.

ooc: Thanks for the fun :D *hugs*
 
I can feel the heat of her bosy as she rubs against me, pushing me harder into him. He cannot help but respond, but hols me as if I am fragile. I cuddle closer.

"You poor darling. Two woman, determined to have you." Whispering into his ear.
 
The Servant

He smiled, his eyes following the harem girl before turning back to the woman in his arms. "Only to happy to serve. Speaking of how you two seem so determined to have me, how about we find someplace that would be a little more comfortable than the floor, eh?"

He smiled, feeling himself slide into how things were going. It was hard not to follow along, what with two beautiful people so close. He found himself becoming almost as impatient as the harem girl was. Although he did have a little more self-control. His eyes flicked to her. Not that self-control was always such a good thing.

To think, he had been ready to leave!
 
Harem girl

I look from one to another asking, "Is then another place calling us? We nned this deisre we feel, but not here. My dear hostess, I will continue to dance for the two of you, but the fire in me is burning."

Just moving all around both of them, body to body, the fire keeps growing.
 
Kaylie looked deeply into Jordan's eyes. Her own struggle wore on.

Her hand moving between her legs, touching her clit as she grinned at him. A grin that was soft, sensuous and yet, defiant.

She worked her index finger over her throbbing clit, feeling the electricity wind it's way though her abdomen.

God! She needed release, but she would not lose the game.

She settled further into the settee, her palm rubbing her mound. She glanced to the side and saw the dance between their hostess, the harem girl and the incredibly sexy servant.

She watched for a moment, unconciously , she inserted two fingers inside her wetness and began pumping. She moaned with pleasure as she felt her body tensing against her fingers.

Losing herself to her self love, she placed her thumb on her clit, inserted a third finger and began pumping rythmically.

Unaware, now of Jordan or anyone. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the pleasure.

Her body trembling, her jaw clenched as she drove herself closer to release.

Her leg slipped off the couch, knocking over her glass. The sound gave her enough of a start to look momentarily toward Jordan.

The sound broke her concentration enough for her to reengage the troups and continue the battle.

She seemingly glared into his eyes as her fingers worked her pussy. Closer to climax, feeling the heat of his gaze, she raised her hips off the settee, bracing herself for the imminent explosion.

As the tension was building, she moaned, becoming more excited with her eyes locked onto his, her arousal and need enhanced by his own. She clenched her free hand in her her mouth to supress the moans, which had crescendoed and could be heard above the music.

Her body became overcome with passion and need, every muscle tightened until she felt wave upon wave of orgasm overcome her. Her head lolled on the pillow as her hips trembled and bucked against her furiously pumping hand. Her juices flowed from deep within until she could not cum anymore.

Finally, she lay back, exhausted by the effort, and returned her eyes to Jordan.

She pursed her lips and blew him a kiss.
 
"Yes, here." Taking his hand and hers. Pulling them with me. Swaying to the music as we slipped behind a velvet curtain.
Into a bedroom. As if you stepped into a medievel castle. Velvet curtains, tapestries and a huge four poster bed. I smiled. Remembering finding the bed, and trying it out.

The music still played, but dimly as if we were changing eras as we moved. I poured a glass of wine fromt he side table.

Sipping first, then holding it out to him.
 
Michael held her hand in his own, moving through the place, passing by different pictures and little pieces. He stopped for a moment, watching a woman bring herself to climax, a devilish smile emerging.
He took her up a flight of stairs, assuming the bedrooms would be on the second floor. After a few unbanished attempts, he finally found one.
"Here," he said, closing it after she had entered.
"Something more private, I believe those were your exact words. Here we are."
He moved cloer to her, "Right here."
His hands coming up to her body, not touching them, but just accenting her figure barely hidden within the dress.
 
Queen Violet

I could feel her orgasm and as her body was overcome. Suddenly we parted slightly and I smiled and licked my lower lip as I glanced at Sam's glistening cock. I smiled and I leaned over Liberty for a second, I took advantage of the huge bed as I licked and kissed her breasts and down to her lush cunt. I was leaning into her, on my knees and I gave my cute ass a little wiggle as I glanced at Sam noticing how he was half glancing in mirror as it was a gorgeous view.

(probably won't post much over Thanksgiving)
 
Uncle Sam

........as I laid on my back, I watched the two women in the mirror. Strange, I know that a mirror reverses the image, but I could not, for the life of me, see any change in the picture. The mirror was voyeuristic. It was as though I was not on the bed, but, instead peeking at three nude bodies through a window. If anything, my senses were heightened by the imagery.

A lilting refrain from one of my favorite instrumentals was coming from hidden speakers. 'Stranger on the Shore,' by Mr Aker Bilk.....a tune from long ago that reminded me of another place and time.

I wondered if the hidden cameras that I knew watched every nook and cranny of the mansion were still turned on.....and if they were, was anyone watching........

Even though I was still aroused a strange ennui crept over me...... I lay back and looked at the mirror....
 
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The Servant

He smiled, looking around the room with a bit of wonder. It was a nice room. He smiled, and tookthe glass, of wine, taking a sip for himself. He smiled again. "Good year."
 
Liberty

Liberty did not notice the mirrored ceiling until she lay on her back, enjoying the new sensation of having Violets face buried between her legs. The scene that was revealed with that first look was incredibly erotic and worthy of the finest adult film. She was fascinated by the view of Violets lovely body but the sensations caused by the womans’ talented mouth and fingers soon made Liberty clench her eyes shut as another orgasm began to roll through her body.

She wasn’t exactly certain what Violet had been doing to her, but Liberty did know that she wanted to return the favor. With some jostling around Liberty managed to make her way to the hot wet juncture of Violets thighs. The view in the mirror was only slightly changed from Libertys first look. Now it showed Violet laid back against the pillows, her knees were bent and her feet were flat on the bed; her legs were spread exposing her glistening pink sex.

Not knowing where or how to start, Liberty began to gently explore the woman before her. She placed tender kisses over the moist lips, tasting the skin with tiny licks of her tongue. Violets low moans of pleasure stirred her, and she became bolder with her touching and tasting. Liberty licked hungrily at the slit between the lips of Violets cunt; her tongue sliding deeper and deeper into the hot area inside. Her tongue touched the hard clit and Violet jumped as if shocked. Liberty smiled at the gasp that she heard from Violet, and the words of encouragement from Sam. His soft urging and directions prompted her to speak.

Sam, I’m afraid I’m a bit lacking in experience here, could you help me out? I want to be sure to give Violet as much pleasure as she has given to me.
 
merelan

"It is always a good year when friends are well met." taking her hand in mine.

"Dance with me, for I am burning to dance."
 
Harem Girl

I let her take my hand to dance. Dancing with her has me burning. All of sudden I got shy, couldn't look at her even with the hotness I felt.

The servant watches as we dance. Seeing his look over our bodies.
 
Uncle Sam (helping)

"Sam, I’m afraid I’m a bit lacking in experience here, could you help me out? I want to be sure to give Violet as much pleasure as she has given to me." Liberty's soft voice penetrated the wonderful cloud of sensuous voyeurism that had completely engulfed me. I realized that I had been whispering in her ear - a combination of suggestions and encouragement.

I half rolled - the mirror was still visible from the corner of my eye. 'This is even better, ' I thought. The mirror seemed to morph into a strange work of art...the images on the ceiling blending with the view so close to me. In addition, the sounds and scent of passion created sort of film - but no film could possibly match this!

With my mouth close to Liberty's, I murmured, "Your instincts are far better than my poor words, lovely one." I reached over her and played with Violet's breasts.........teasing first one and then the other dark nipple. The tactile sensations seemed to enter the pores on my fingertips and rush through my system. My mouth found the curve of Liberty's earlobe....I nibbled and then licked..........
 
I pulled her close, seeing her shy blush. Wanton girl, but still so shy. Knowing he was watching. I nuzzled her neck then lifted her face by her chin, her eyes downcast.
Bending I barely brushed her lips with mine, seeing her shiver as my hands slip down her back. again I kiss her, our bodies pressed against each other. My fingers twinging into her hair and hold her to me, for she tried to pull away.

"You teased me once to often liittle slave. Your body tells me yes. Am I mistaken?"
 
As I feel her lips on mine, I try to pull away but couldn't. I didn't want her to pick up what I am feeling. But that kiss, my body was so in need of her. My eyes looking down, so she doesn't see what they are saying.



"You teased me once to often liittle slave. Your body tells me yes. Am I mistaken?"

When she said that to me, I just couldn't not answer her. Looking right into her eyes turning red, "yes you are right." Just touching her body this way is making me wet. My lips found her's now, pressing against them. My hands moving up and down her back.
 
Jordan could do no more than to stare and moan. His hand wanting to come out and help her so, touch her skin, let her feel the excitement he saw on her face. He did nothing though, staying on the ground, mewling softly like a little pup at his master.

She knew how to turn him on so, and he was not surprised. She was a woman, a tall proud, sexy woman who knew her body, and how to use it. Something he admired, and relished.

He didn't know how to top her. In all honesty, he wasn't sure if he could even resist himself for much longer.

She released herself, he watched her body begin to move on its own, the excitement crashing against her.

Jordan stood up, his erection rock hard pointing at her.

"Did that satisfy you my love, or just leave you craving for more?"
 
Queen Violet

Soft encouraging sounds escaped my lips as she traversed my skin with the shy hesitant desire that heated me up even more. I could hear Sam's soft voice joining in occasionally. I glanced straight up to stare into my own eyes. The mirror seemed so close that I could reach up and touch myself. The view was amazing as I lay back on the bed, keeping my legs from clamping around Liberty's head as Sam's hands danced along my soft warm skin.
 
The Servant

He took another sip of wine, watching.

It seemed like all he was doing. Drinking, watching. He sighed, and this was supposed to be relaxing? Well, he supposed it was kind of relaxing. There wasn't much else for him to do but relax. Relax, drink, and watch. But watching wasn't his style.

Of course, he thought, taking another drink, not many things were his style, and he sat down. Now he knew he could never quit his job. All of this doing nothing was getting on his nerves.
 
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