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The Masquerade Ball
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The Masquerade Ball The invitation I received in the mail was printed on simple white linen card stock and read as follows: You are cordially invited by an Admirer to attend the Samedi Mal Masquerade Ball to be held on the Twenty-Second Day of the Year Two Thousand and Eight at [address not disclosed], Billings, Montana. The Ball shall commence at eight o'clock in the evening. Cocktails shall be served. A mask to be worn at all times during the Ball has been included for you. No other costumes will be allowed. To gain admittance, the mask must be worn and the invitation must be presented. Please no inquiries before the Ball. I looked at the mask. It was more expensive version of the kind you can buy at Halloween that just covers around your eyes and the bridge of your nose and attaches with a rubber band in the back. I'd never heard of a Samedi Mal Masquerade Ball, but a quick glance at the calendar and remembering back to my high school French classes, I recognized that this was the day after Good Friday and Samedi Mal roughly translated into "Bad Saturday." This definitely grabbed my attention. Over the next several days, I continued to think about the Ball and just exactly who the Admirer might be. I was not seeing anyone presently, and the only person I considered was L. from work. But when she told me that she was getting together with some old friends and possibly her new boyfried that weekend, those hopes were quickly dashed. She'd had a boyfriend for a long time, but I knew that something had happened in the last year and thought she might now be available. Hoping it was L. was probably just wishful thinking on my part. She worked just down the hall from me and I always had a strong attraction to her. She worked in a different area, but I still saw her daily. L. was smart, confident, and funny. She proudly called herself a Big Beautiful Woman and she was definitely all three of those things which I absolutely loved. And even though she was always very professional, dressed quite conservatively with her hair up and glasses, when I talked with her I always got the feeling she might have a wild side too since she would tell the dirtiest jokes in private every once in a while that always left me laughing. But, first she had a boyfriend and then I thought it might be a question of her not wanting to date someone from work that always seemed to hold her back when I flirted with her these last couple months. I couldn't make up my mind all week whether or not I was going to attend the mystery Ball. I knew from the address that the house was located in a pretty exclusive new housing development just west of town and I was curious about that, but it wasn't until Saturday afternoon that I finally decided that I had nothing to lose and at least the evening promised to be interesting. I've always lived by the adage that you don't want to be the first person at the party so I planned on showing up at about 8:30. As I wove my way through the development towards the address, I saw that the number of cars parked on the street started increasing rapidly. I was about 3/4 of the block away that I finally found a single spot. When I started walking up the long driveway I could faintly hear music, but it was hardly discernable. I slipped on my mask and pulled out my invitation. My heart was pumping pretty good as I rang the door bell. The door was immediately answered by an older gentleman who smiled amiably at me when I handed him the invitation. He escorted me in and looking at my invitation said, "I see that you were invited by an Admirer. Is this your first Samedi Mal Masquerade Ball? I nodded yes. I could hear music much louder now. It seemed to be coming from behind a large velvet curtain that covered one side of the foyer and presumably opened up into the living area. Again he smiled, and handed me a canvas bag. "You can put all of your belongings in here and return them to me for safekeeping. You will only need your mask beyond the curtain. The changing room is here on your right." I must have looked confused, but he only smiled, and as if he had recited it a hundred times before, said, "You are free to participate however you like at the Ball. Samedi Mal is ultimately about freedom. And as one who has attended many Samedi Mals all over the world, I must tell you that if you attend your first Samedi Mal, you will want to attend many many others. But if you don't, you will more than likely regret it. The choice is, of course, yours to make." I'm not sure if it was because he was so convincing or if I was simply in a daring mood, but I just decided to take a chance. I quickly undressed in the small room that he directed me to and put my clothing and shoes into the bag. Who wouldn't be a little self conscious, but when I left the changing room, the older gentleman simply grabbed my bag, bowed slightly, and said, "Good evening, sir," before adeptly turning around and heading back to his spot. I stood before the curtain. I could hear soft classical music and laughter and what I also thought were moans on the other side. Again my heart was pounding and I probably would have stayed frozen in that spot if from behind me the older gentleman hadn't said at that moment, "Sir, remember you do have an Admirer who is expecting you on the other side." And with that I parted the curtain and stepped on through. If everyone who was in the room had looked all at once at me in that instant I probably would have walked right out, but they were all much too busy. I had walked in to an orgy. And by orgy I don't mean three couples going at it in a hotel room. This was what you'd call a true Roman orgy with probably 25-30 people grouped together on the couches, chairs, lounges, and on the floor. Statues and columns with drapings were all around the room. There were couples, threesomes, foursomes, and on and on until the largest group that seemingly had more than 10 bodies intertwined among one another. There were moans and groans of pleasure coming from both men and women. Some looked to be in their mid-twenties and on up until their fifties and perhaps sixties. There were all kinds of body types and orientations. But they all had one thing in common; they all seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely. I'll admit that I was a bit mesmerized by what I saw until a trim gentleman in his fifties came up to me and said, "Jump right in or take a look around. Either way, it'll be fun. If you want a drink the bar is right over her." I stammered, "Thank you," but he was already off in another direction. I made my way to the bar stepping around a<b> daisy chain </font></b>of three lovely women lying on the floor in a line. Behind the bar was a gorgeous blonde. Her full natural breasts were both pierced and she smiled when she saw me staring. She said, "They're all natural 44DDs, but I'm not sure they're big enough." I quickly said, "I think they're perfect. Natural is always better." She giggled and said, "I thought so, but I just wanted to hear it out of your sexy mouth." She had a very beautiful tattoo on her upper arm. It was a plump 1950's Betty Page pin-up who looked very similar to her in the most fetching pose. She made me a mixed drink, but before she handed it to me she said, "I haven't made very many of these, so I want you to try it first and let me know." She then dipped her thick swollen left nipple in the drink and offered it up to me over the bar. Running my lips and tongue over it while sucking sweetly, I tugged playfully on her piercing. I could taste the alcohol, but that wasn't what tasted so good. It was her. When I finally pulled away, she said, "I wish I could abandon ship right now, but the bar MUST stay open. But I only have a half hour more to work until someone else shows up, so if you don't come looking for me, I'm gonna come looking for you!" At first, I wasn't going to leave, but she then said, "Baby, you need to have a look around upstairs and you HAVE to go to the pool area." I grabbed my drink and headed upstairs. On the stairs were various couples in multiple postitions. As I made my way around the last of them, a sexy brunette getting it doggie style reached out and grabbed my leg and said, "Don't go, I want that lollipop in my mouth." I dropped down and she immediately took the entire length of my now engorged cock into her mouth. Her partner continued to bang away at her as he smiled watching her deep throat me. She was around my age, and definitely knew what she was doing as after several minutes my cock was ready to explode. I told her that I was going to cum, thinking she might want me to pull out, but this only made her get wilder. As I shot my load down her throat, she hungrily swallowed every drop. She then took my cock out of her mouth and licked the length of it back and forth. When she was finished, she said, "When he's done, I want you next." Her partner just smiled and said, "It's going to be a while so come back later and we can trade spots." Making my way down the hall I could see that there were several rooms set up with themes. the first was a dungeon and in there were various men and women being dominated. One woman was bound and gagged and was being penetrated with an enormous dildo. I was a little bit worried for her given her size, but her face showed that she was absolutely enjoying every inch. A man was chained to a wall and a woman with a strap-on was whipping his bare red ass with a cat o' nine tails. When she saw me watching she grinned devilishly as if to say, "You're next," but there was more to see so I continued. The next room was set up like a miniature rave with flashing lights, a disco ball, and a D.J. spinning techno-dance music. Most of the people in the room had been painted with glow in the dark day-glow colors over their naked bodies and were crowded onto the dance floor. Except instead of merely simulating sex on the dance floor, most were having sex. Another room was bedroom with a huge round bed in the center. There were about 10 women laying and writing on the bed with no men in sight. I knew that I wasn't welcome there so I continued. The next room was set up with lights and cameras as an amateur porno movie with about 12-15 people was being made in there. As for the last room upstairs, it was very large bathroom that had been covered in plastic and had a small inflatable pool set up in the center where two women eagerly knelt in front of a group of men ringing the pool. I didn't stay too long, but had a pretty good idea what was going on. At the end of the hallway, another staircase appeared and opened into an indoor pool area. Again, couple were on the stairs and groups were scattered in and out of the pool. Not surprisingly my eyes were drawn to a beautiful thick curvy woman with long hair in the hot tub. She was lovingly giving a muscular guy head who stood on the edge. I say "lovingly" because I'd never seen someone suck, caress, kiss, and lick a cock like that as if to prolong the pleasure. She must have caught me staring as I came down the stairs as she turned her head and stopped momentarily, and I swear I could see her lips turn up into a smile as she looked at me. But, she then turned away and started back on his cock. I walked through the pool area, but before leaving took one last look back at the hot tub. Her plump juicy ass was just barely out of the bubbling water and her full breasts glistened from the wetness. I thought about running over and jumping right in, but kept moving as she was seemingly pretty occupied. I reentered the Roman orgy. I was like a in a candy store, but didn't see the bartender who I'd spoken with before at the bar now. I couldn't have stood there more than a minute when from behind me a voice said, "Hi." I turned around and it was the sexy hot woman from the hot tub. She was literally just inches away from my face and her soft breasts pressed against my chest. She was breathing heavily as if she'd been hurrying to catch me. Before I could say anything, she said, "Don't worry, I wouldn't let him cum in my mouth...but I might let you." I was immediately aroused and my cock grazed against her which made her laugh. I couldn't wait any longer so I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. We kissed passionately and deeply without saying a word as our hands explored each other's body. After several minutes of this, she said, "Let's find a spot," and led me deeping into the orgy. We found an open lounge and I sat down. Without ever seeing where she had gotten it from, she quickly had a condom out and said, "Rules are rules," as she placed it over my throbbing cock. She then stepped over and straddled me on the lounge. Her sweet wet pussy felt so good I let out a loud moan. She rhythmically started riding me. Slowly and softly at first, but soon faster and harder. I wanted so badly to pull back her mask so that I could look at her full beautiful face, but had to be content looking into her wild sexy eyes as she was thoroughly enjoying herself on top of me. We continued to switch positions as the action around us also grew both wilder and louder. Soon, the bartender ambled up and it was clear that the two ladies were already acquainted with each other. There was no need to ask, she simply joined the two of us on the lounge. With literally hundreds of options available to us, we explored them all with each other. However, I was a lucky man as both the ladies seemed to focus most of their attention on me. Eventually, we decided that we would go upstairs to the rave. Just inside the door we found the day-glow paint and playfully covered one another with it. On the dance floor we continued what we had started downstairs, but eventually the bartender disappeared in the mass of bodies and we ended up "dancing" with the couple that I'd met earlier on the stairs. I'm not sure what time it was, but after ending up back in the pool area with just the two of us wrapped around one another, I dozed off. When I woke up, she was gone. And although the action was still going on with no end in sight, without her, I just wasn't into it as much. I dressed and drove home and climbed into my bed exhausted, but completely satisfied with the taste of her still on my lips. When I woke up in the morning I immediately started thinking about how or if I would ever be able to see her again. I hoped that somehow she would call since I had no way of contacting her, but I didn't hear anything all day. On Monday, I went to work and on my desk found an envelope addressed to me. I opened it up and it read: Sorry that I had to run, but you really wore me out and I had some things to do in the morning. I would have said goodbye, but you looked so beautiful sleeping that I didn't want to wake you. Samedi Mal only comes once I year, but I'll cum for you ANYTIME! By the way, YOU are the new boyfriend I was talking about. So, do you think that you are interested knowing everything that you know now? Love, L. She didn't have to wait long as I immediately walked (actually jogged) down to her office, shut the door behind me, smiled as she looked up from behind her desk, and said, "Yes!" |
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Thanks Librabreeder. I would love to hear more about you and what you like...
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6/23/2008 11:41 pm |
This is OMG good!! Had me wet!!! Lust For Life!!! 
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