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Fantasies Fulfilled
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Fantasies Fulfilled I never really enjoyed Halloween. Sure, when I was a I loved all the candy. But as an adult I never thought it was that much fun. Through the years, I’ve been invited to several parties, but never had a great time. But this year isn’t the same as the past. This year, I have you. And we’re invited to a big party at a country club that I hope won’t be a big bore like all the others. I don’t have any idea about a costume. So you ask me to dress up as Zorro. I’m not wild about that, but don’t have a better idea. And you set about making our costumes. When they’re done, I’m surprised at how well mine fits. Maybe too well. The skin-tight pants are made of a stretch<b> spandex </font></b>material that definitely shows the outline of my penis. When I mention this to you, you say, “That’s what I imagine Zorro wears.” I have to hope I don’t get an erection at the party and look like I have two swords. The frilly shirt is cut low in front to show much of my chest. There’s a silk sash for a belt, and after adding the hat, boots, and sword along with the famous mask, I look and feel like Zorro. Your costume consists of a long strapless gown with a slit in one side that runs to your hip. You wear a shawl and place large combs in your hair, with a little veil and fan to complete the look. Although you’re supposed to be a young virginal woman, you look plenty hot to me. Your large round boobs spill out over the top of your dress, and the length of thigh revealed by the slit in your dress is mighty inviting. At the party we flirt with each other, and I can tell you’re getting horny as the evening progresses. You discreetly rub my cock several times while giving me an innocent look. You’re really into this role playing, and it turns you on. After a full evening of fine wine and food, we’re both ready to head home. Once there I start to go upstairs, but you ask me to stay in costume and dance with you. You open another bottle of wine for us and put on some music. “Maybe you can help me with a fantasy,” you whisper to me as we dance. “I want you to take off your sash and tie it around my eyes.” I do so, playing along. “Now pretend that I’m a young senorita who you have captured and want to make love to. Tell me what you’re going to do to me.” I slip my hand into the slit in your dress, only to find you’re not wearing panties. You keep talking to me about how you’re a young innocent virgin. “Please be gentle with me,” you whisper. “I know your reputation, Zorro. I know how you toy with young women.” I feel your passion growing as you clutch at me. Then you grab my cock and beg me to satisfy your hunger. You’re on fire! You even suck my cock through the thin trousers, until I push them down and you gobble my meat, deep-throating me as never before. I’ve never seen you like this. I erupt in your mouth, and you drink down every bit of my come. I then lie you on the floor and mount you as you scream for me to take you. You’re so eager that I never even take off your dress. Your beautiful tits spill out over the top of it, and you raise your lower body off the floor to meet my strokes. You’re absolutely wild, screaming, “Fuck me, masked man! Fuck me!” You’re so aroused by this role playing that you have multiple orgasms, which is rare for you. I have all I can do to stay on top of your bucking, twisting body until I come. You tell me later that you’ve had this fantasy for some time. You say you loved pretending to be taken sexually by Zorro, or some other masked lover, and that you often masturbated to this fantasy. You then ask me if I think badly of you because of this. I have to laugh at you. I tell you I’m happy that you feel you can share your fantasy with me, and confide that some day I might share one with you in return. After that we periodically dress up and repeat the performance. Each time you seem more excited to be ravished by your masked lover. When my best friend from college, Rex, calls to tell me he’s coming through town, I invite him to stay with us for the weekend, which he’s often done before. Then I get an idea. I go alone to pick Rex up at the airport. On the way back I tell him about my new role playing with you, and how worked up you get. Rex is clearly excited, and keeps pumping me for more details. I know that Rex has always had a special thing for you, and always enjoys flirting with you. I’ve wondered at times if you’d ever be interested in being intimate with him. The fact is, I’ve always had a fantasy of seeing you with another guy, and have even thought about you with Rex. But I’ve never discussed this with you. “This is the hottest thing I ever heard!” Rex exclaimed. He’s ripe for my suggestion, and when I make it to him he almost goes crazy. I tell him I’ve not yet raised the subject with you, and aren’t sure of your reaction. He says if I can persuade you, he’ll be eternally grateful. I call you on my cell phone and tell you to put on your senorita costume and wait for me in the living room. When we get home I sneak Rex into the house and send him up to the bedroom before confronting you. I also tell him where to find the Zorro costume. I then go into the living room where you’re waiting, expecting a hot role playing session. Well, I hope that’s what you’re going to get. “Remember I told you that I would share a fantasy of mine with you some time?” I began. “Well, now’s the time. And I think we can satisfy both our fantasies at the same time.” When I tell you, you’re shocked at first, but not as shocked, I think, as you might have been. And after a few minutes I can see the idea working in you. You don’t say yes, but you don’t say no either. And when I tell you that Zorro is waiting for you up in our bedroom, I can see the lust almost visibly take you over. I stand up and hold out my hand, and you come with me without a word. In the bedroom, Rex is waiting, complete with costume and mask. He has the sense not to say a word, but immediately takes you in his arms and begins dancing with you. You start whispering breathlessly about how you’re a young virgin, begging him to be gentle. Rex blindfolds you with the sash, then grabs your ass and pulls you to his chest as you reach for his crotch and begin to massage his cock. Rex slides his hand into the slit in your dress and slips his fingers into your pussy. I see you jerk slightly as they slide inside you. He then pulls out his fingers and places them in your mouth, and you begin to suck them. With a moan you drop to your knees, pull out his cock, and begin sucking him as though you’re starved for it. You’re really in heat, possessed by the raw passion of your fantasy. He pumps your mouth, and you grab his ass to pull him even closer. Then he erupts, and you attempt to swallow as much as possible as he spews his jism into your mouth. Some of it spills out onto your lips, and you lick it off. Rex removes his remaining clothes and your dress. He lays you on the bed and you spread your legs, moaning for him to take you. You’re definitely wet and ready, and he slides his cock in all the way to his balls. You immediately start bucking and begging him to fuck you. “Take me, my masked lover!” you cry. “Fuck me hard! Fill my virgin pussy with your seed!” Rex doesn’t need any more urging. He fucks you fast and furiously, and you fuck him back, until you both come in a paroxysm of mad lust, groaning and yelling. Then Rex falls away from you, and I move in to take his place. I stuck my cock in your already full pussy and enjoy the sensation of sloppy seconds. I come quickly, adding my juice to Rex’s and yours. We play Zorro for the rest of the weekend. Zorro and friend.  ~ Patience, Passion, and Pleasure ~  "The older the buck, the stiffer the horn." One of the many things no one tells you about aging is that it is such a nice change from being young. |
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9/21/2008 11:16 pm |
S~ And what about this Halloween? ~A Not so shy or quiet  
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9/28/2008 6:26 pm |
Aw. You taken darling. Aw.  Never mind.    Still a xxlicklickxx to one of THE darling Man with a Capitol M Manthings. Byeee.  Life is measured by the number of time’s one’s soul is stirred. Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.
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