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Masquerade Party

Posted in Taken from Behind, Talking Dirty, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on September 27, 2010 by The Ravished
We’ve been invited to a masquerade party at an old house in the Quarter and I’m quite excited – this is my first trip to New Orleans and we’re going to this amazing house on Halloween. I think they’re some business acquaintances or friends of yours…I don’t know and I don’t care, I just want to say I’ve been to a masquerade party in NO—AND I want to wear that incredible mask I bought in Venice last summer…ahh, how I would love to experience that city with you, too.

But for now, we are in New Orleans, and I’m happy. I have a fabulous black dress with a low back and gold thread that looks almost like rope woven throughout it, as well as those amazing shoes that have the rope on them. The long necklace I’m wearing is, of course, being worn non-traditionally — It’s hanging down my back instead of my front and its touching on my skin sends continuous electric sparks through me. And of course, there’s the mask. My eye makeup is heavy so all you see of my eyes are the Kohl-rimmed lids and the hazel of my iris’s surrounded by white.

In the cab on the way to the party you’ve played with the necklace on my back, sending more shivers through me, but not too many…you don’t want me losing control…yet.

The house…actually, mansion…is gorgeous, and scary, and fascinating…we’ve had to walk under those amazing oak trees with all that Spanish moss on them, the lights are low, the decorations are intense…this is obviously no kids’ party. And the masks—WOW! Everyone has amazing masks on, no one is without one—even the men have gotten into the act and aren’t restricting themselves to a simple Zorro-type mask, but are wearing devices as intricate as anything a woman is wearing.

We wander through the various rooms, drinks in hand—there are all sorts of gaming tables set up and I’m happy to see a poker game going on with a seat empty. Hmmm, playing poker with people in masks…what a way to hone my face-watching skills while keeping myself masked. I love it. You see the smile on my face, knowing I want to play, so you shoo me away with a kiss and wander off on your own, presumably to find your friends.

I play poker with the fellows for about an hour, but my heart’s not in it…I miss you. I’ve seen you walk by a few times, knowing you’re keeping an eye on me, but you haven’t bothered me… how refreshing. No hovering, no clinging, just a quick check and off you go. It makes me feel safe, protected, but not caged, not monitored.

I leave the table with my winnings…not a lot, but enough to be happy that I took money off some poor unsuspecting soul…and go in search of you, finding you near the fireplace talking to several women. You’re such a flirt. Actually, I’m surprised, because quite often you’ll hover in a corner or against a wall when we’re out and just watch your surroundings, but tonight you are in them…perhaps it’s your own mask allowing you to free up a bit.

Regardless, you see me approach and a smile slowly spreads across your face and I can’t help but respond in kind—you infect me with your pleasure. Barely giving leave to the women who surround you, you cross the distance between us and take me in your arms to kiss me, right there, in front of everyone, your right hand holding my jaw, and I melt into you. My head is spinning from your kiss and the drinks I had earlier and you grip me a little tighter, recognizing that my complete surrender could mean my collapse, too. You can also feel the heat of me against your leg as I move my body into yours and you pull your head up, smile, and say, “Come with me.”

Taking my hand you guide me through the crowd, past the salon where the poker game continues, and up the stairs. Now I know why you walked by so many times…not just to check on me, but to find the right spot to have me. Oh, you’re a devilish bastard, and I love it.

You find the door you’re looking for and open it, pushing me ahead of you into a large bathroom (what is it with us and bathrooms?!) I turn to you and you’re leaning against the door as you reach behind you and lock it. The sound of the click sends an electric pulse straight to my core and I know I’m wet and ready for you. But I think you have a little something else in mind as you begin to unzip your pants.

I’m happy to oblige your wishes as I drop to my knees and take your hard, swollen cock in my mouth, a little at first until I can make it wet enough to slide you all the way between my lips. As I’m working you in and out, fucking you with my mouth, you look down and see nothing but mask, feathers, and my lipstick-stained lips and involuntarily you jerk, your pleasure intensifying with every suck and tongue movement.

I can feel you swelling and I pull away and let you help me to my feet…I’m not about to not get my own pleasure tonight. Stepping away from you I turn, lift my skirt to drop my panties, and bend over the counter, my heels lifting me high enough that you merely need to step in behind me, flip my dress over my ass and slide between my legs, pushing your way to my entrance. Before you enter me though, and no matter how ready I am for you, you move your cock down a bit to slide it along my pussy, rubbing it against my clit, back and forth, fucking me as I jerk in response to you, wanting you in me but not wanting you to stop.

Oh gawd, I can feel my orgasm building as you continue to rub my clit and I can feel the head of your cock and every bit of you, sliding around outside of me and now I can’t hold back anymore and I start to come, wave after wave shaking me, but it’s still not enough and I cry out, “Fuck me, baby, please! Please, have me!”

And so you oblige, your own orgasm a few strokes away as you bury your cock to the hilt inside my quivering, coming pussy. I immediately grab onto you, my muscles tightening around you, not wanting to let you go as I fly on, harder and harder and faster. My hand is against the mirror, giving me a way to push back into you. You look down, my tattoo partially exposed as you see yourself buried inside me, one with me, and the sight sends you over the edge and now I can feel you coming, coming, filling me with more heat and I continue to come, crying out with pleasure that can’t be contained.

You stay inside me a few moments more, both of us trying to catch our breath, the only thing keeping us standing is the rod you still have buried in me.

There is a knock on the door and the handle is trying to be turned as we both jump a bit, but still you stay inside me, gripping my hips, and I begin to come again, or is it still?, as I grind against you a bit more.

“Be right out,” you call, and I swear I can feel the vibration of your voice thru your cock as I finally cease this coming you have me do so well.

Sliding out of me, I feel the emptiness that comes after you leave me. You tell me to wait as you run the water in the sink to make it warm, then take a washcloth and place it between my legs, cleaning me up so gently. As you clean yourself off I get myself prepared for the world once again, the mask barely covering the flush on my face, and we leave the bathroom holding hands, noting the couple waiting outside, presumably to take part of each other as we did.

It’s a good room. And you’re a good man.

~Her

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