“Don’t fuck with me, Mikel. Suck my fucking pussy,” she demanded.
This was the first time he’d heard the librarian swear. He loved it. She was letting loose. He obeyed and wasted no time in using his lengthy tongue, slipping it in her as deep as he could, stroking his tongue meticulously along the inner walls of her vagina.
“Oh fucking God, yes!” she moaned.
With his tongue buried in her pussy he began to suck her clit. He sucked at it for what seemed like an eternity. Her flowing juices, mixed with his saliva, drooled from the sides of his mouth, trickling down her crotch and between her buttocks. The harder he sucked the wetter she got. He was literally gulping her girl-juice down as her body went in to minor spasms.
“Shit, Mikel! You really know how to lick a girl’s pussy. “Oooo! That’s it, baby—right there. Don’t hold back, baby,” she said as she lay in total bliss, eyes half-lidded, looking in the direction of her husband who was leaning against the wall near the other bed still sipping on his Slippery Nipple watching them—and watching Zuri.
Zuri was sitting on a red Cleopatra love chair just across from Mikel and Ayanna and was having lustful thoughts of ravishing Tristan. In all her glory and her smiling femininity, she sat there alluringly caressing her clitoris.
And sure enough, Tristan could not resist as long as his wife thought he would. He put down his drink and started over toward Zuri. He stood directly in front of her where she sat. He ran his firm fingers through her long, silky black hair with both hands from front to back, and then grabbed two fistfuls of hair.
With her head tilted back and her big, round, gray eyes affixed to his, she began to unbuckle and unzip him. It didn’t take long to release his girthy cock from its confines as his pants puddled around his ankles. She began to do what her husband was doing to Ayanna. The Gerswins were very adept when it came to oral sex and their new young swing friends didn’t know what they were in for.
Zuri liked what she saw. She immediately licked him from behind his heavy balls and up the length of his shaft, stopping at the slit of his bulbous head, French kissing it with hard flicks and deep darts of her tongue as she gripped and squeezed his cock tightly at the base.
Tristan decided to participate and slowly moved his hips back and forth, groaning on every stroke as he looked up into the mirrored ceiling. Methodically pacing his movements as Zuri grabbed his butt cheeks every so often in effort to deep throat his huge organ.
To prolong her pleasure, their pleasure, Mikel continued licking, teasing, and deliberately avoiding Ayanna’s clit on every long lick of her slit.
“Oh, God! Take me there, Mikel,” she moaned as she ground her pussy further into his mouth. Ayanna blindly reached for one of the contraceptives above her head, ripped it open, brought it down between her legs, and waved a chocolate-colored condom in front of Mikel. He saw this while he was nose-deep into her muff. He wasted no time, got up, and walked around to the side of the bed sporting his huge erection.
Ayanna leaned to her side, reached up, and expertly rolled the chocolate condom over the length of his virtuous cock. Her shapely legs were still up and spread apart. Mikel’s large warm hands moved over her thighs as he rotated her body on the bed to the side where he was standing so he could see what Zuri and Tristan were doing while he filled Ayanna with his chocolate covered cock. He cupped his palms behind her knees, pushing them back onto the bed at the sides of her breasts, then slowly penetrated the wet folds of her labia, clinching his buttocks as he eased his way high up inside her, before he began to undulate his hips into a rhythmic crescendo of deep long strokes that sent him and her to new heights.
Ayanna moaned with delight at the way his cock felt inside her. It felt wickedly longer and harder with each thrust, sending her floating on a wave of pleasure she could never describe.
“I want you to really fuck me, Mikel! I want to feel your balls inside me. You do whatever you want, baby, but I want you to fuck me like you never fucked any other woman.”
Zuri heard this. She raised her head and frowned before turning her attention elsewhere.
Tristan and Zuri were already well settled into a sixty-nine. Zuri was on top lying comfortably across his hard chest and cobblestone abs, with a rock-hard French cock in her mouth as he licked the wet folds of her pussy and sucked her clitoris with a fury. Her pelvis convulsed as she felt the powerful orgasm grip her, then exploding, sending shock waves of pleasure throughout her body.
His cock began to throb and his body started to quiver as she continued to slurp, squeeze, and stroke his succulent manhood. Soon Zuri’s mouth was filled with his life-giving juice, gushing as she sucked every last drop out of him.
Mikel and Ayanna were lost in a world of untamed passion. There was only his cock splitting her, lifting her, and driving her remorselessly to a silent yet deafening explosion of pleasure. As she arched her back, she crossed her legs tightly around his hips. Her breasts bounced up and down, while his big strong hands clutched her buttocks, controlling the rhythm of thrusting that filled her ravenous wet pussy on every stroke, her mouth filled with his generous tongue.
“Yes! Yes,” she screamed as she wound her hips to the pleasure of the dogged thrusts of his unyielding cock that pressed against her spot just right, causing a mind-numbing orgasmic wave of pleasure and ecstasy. She bucked uncontrollably, gasping repeatedly and then melted underneath him, and he into her arms.
“Mikel?”
“Yes?”
“I need to tell you something.”
“What is it?”
“Your library card expired today. Can you stop by the library sometime to renew it when you have chance?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Bitch!” Zuri muttered.
Costume Party
By Sage Vivant
A large man in a bauta cappello mask held out a white-gloved hand. “Invitation, please,” he said from behind the golden mask. His voice was controlled and refined but decidedly baritone. Celeste thought she detected a European accent but couldn’t be certain.
Benjamin handed the man the parchment card with their names inscribed on it. After a cursory inspection, bauta cappello pushed some magic button in an invisible place, and the impressive wooden door of the mansion slowly opened.
“Welcome,” the man said warmly. “Enjoy yourselves.”
Benjamin knew Celeste’s trepidations exceeded his own, so he took her hand and led the way inside. In his dark-skinned Pantalone mask, he felt the confidence that anonymity provided. Behind him in her exquisitely painted civette mask, Celeste felt her fears subside a little. Nevertheless, she shook her head when Benjamin asked if she wanted to check her cloak. He decided to keep his, as well. If they needed to make a speedy exit, he didn’t want to have to stop to retrieve them.
Lighting consisted of several hundred candles and a few gaslights mounted on the walls. Although the ceilings were high, the subdued illumination cast ominous shadows and gave the illusion of smaller spaces. Corners disappeared almost entirely. Dark wood reigned and most of it was carved and polished to perfection. The atmosphere was as spooky as it was majestic.
Several long tables were lined up in the middle of the enormous room. An abundance of food graced all of them. Grapes, bananas, caviar, cheese, chocolate, and assorted breads and crackers were arranged in artful piles, and wine bottles dotted every available space on the tabletops. Despite the decadence they implied, the noise level in the great room was surprisingly low. Over a steady din of murmurs were strains of Mozart’s Eine Kleine Nachtmusik.
Very little at this mysterious party suggested that its guests were anywhere other than the 18th century.
Benjamin and Celeste meandered past the luscious offerings at the tables but neither of them could eat. As their eyes adjusted to the light, they began to notice that most of the fifty or so guests gravitated to the perimeters of the room. Benjamin tried to read Celeste’s expression but couldn’t because of her mask.
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p; “Would you like to explore a bit?” he asked quietly. Her hand was still in his, and he’d noticed that it was still as chilled as when they’d been outside.
She nodded, a small smile twitching at the corners of her mouth.
Her strawberry blonde hair was piled high on her head in beautifully fashioned cascades of curls. When her hair stylist had asked what the occasion was for her sophisticated up-do, Celeste had been pleasant but evasive. “A costume party,” had been all she’d divulged. Anything more was nobody’s business. But the hairstyle added a good four inches to her 5’8” stature, and combined with her high heels, she was now taller than Benjamin.
Two days earlier, the couple had visited a costume shop that specialized in outfits for the annual Renaissance Fair, because she fancied a corset that would cinch her waist and accentuate her breasts—she had always secretly desired to dress like a bawdy maid and she viewed this party as her opportunity. Benjamin encouraged her to buy whatever she wanted, but the truth was that he was eager to see her dressed as a bawdy maid, as well. Together, they selected a forest green satin corset trimmed in braided gold filigree. When the store clerk paired it with a velvet skirt in a rich violet color, Celeste knew she had her ensemble. She handpicked the civette mask from the case because it was not only gold but contained accents of both the green and purple in her outfit.
For his own tastes, Benjamin chose the Pantalone mask because he enjoyed knowing that it represented a rich merchant of Venice. A burgundy-colored chamois tunic and trousers completed his outfit.
Just as they turned away from the table to begin their exploration, a man appeared in a black, unadorned civette mask and a regal, royal blue cape that ended at his knees to reveal black leggings. He plucked a grape and held it before Celeste’s mouth. The act was so unexpected, her lips parted automatically to taste the morsel of fruit he offered. As she chewed, he spoke.
“I understand why skin as fair as yours might need shielding from sunlight, but I assure you, milady, it is protected here in this most special of sanctuaries.”
His voice was educated and cultured. His manner was courteous. Benjamin felt that if they walked away from the man at this moment, there’d be no ugly scene.
“On behalf of many curious men who ardently appreciate feminine beauty, I implore you to remove your cloak,” the man continued. “I would be honored to assist you, in fact.” He held out a black-gloved hand and his full mouth widened into a warm smile.
“And please allow me to introduce myself,” he continued. “I am Agostino, a frequent guest.” He bowed with a flourish of a hand gesture and one leg extended.
“I’m Benjamin and this is my wife, Celeste,” Benjamin said, extending his hand. The bow may have been appropriate for Agostino, but he’d be damned if he was going to do it and possibly make a fool of himself.
“Hello,” Celeste said softly, grateful that Benjamin had interjected himself in the exchange.
“Enchanted,” Agostino said. “Please, Celeste, allow me to take your cloak.”
She looked from Benjamin to the stranger, and decided she was indeed growing overheated. She untied the strings at her neck and allowed Agostino to take possession of the garment.
“Ah!” he gasped, sweeping the cloak across his arm. “As exquisite as I suspected. Your skin is a creamy revelation!”
With that pronouncement, he fed her another grape, this time more slowly, deliberating controlling the speed at which she accepted and chewed it. He watched, licking his lips.
“You have unearthed yet another unearthly creature, my pet,” purred a brunette in a cat’s head mask of pink and white. She wore a black catsuit with pink slashes at her ribs. “Please excuse my husband’s enthusiasm for beautiful women,” she told Celeste. “It is his only weakness.”
Agostino laughed heartily but not audibly. “I fear that Alice is right,” he admitted, turning from Benjamin and Celeste to Alice. As swiftly as he’d selected a grape, he now tucked his fingers into the slit crotch of Alice’s catsuit. The slit ran from her navel, between her legs, and up to the small of her back. It would not have been apparent had Agostino not deliberately parted it to show Benjamin and Celeste her pale skin beneath it. “And my wife’s only weakness is her insistence on easy access.”
Agostino plunged deep into the slit to finger Alice’s crotch, but the woman was not the least bit fazed. She smiled and extended her hands to Benjamin and Celeste. “Won’t you come with us for a little while?”
Celeste’s pulse pounded in her ears. Benjamin’s mouth went dry. They exchanged quick glances that determined nothing because they couldn’t discern each other’s expressions. Benjamin tried to read Celeste’s thoughts by interpreting her posture, or the way she held her mouth. He did not sense fear from her.
Celeste wanted him to say yes. She fervently hoped he would understand what she wanted, even though she was too shy to say it herself.
Benjamin took one of Alice’s hands. Relieved, Celeste took the other. Together, they followed the shapely cat woman to a dark corner of the room. As they passed by the shadowy recesses between wall and floor along the way, Celeste caught glimpses of contorted bodies in intimate contact. Benjamin heard moans punctuated by heavy sighs. Celeste tried to remind herself that her mask gave her more freedom to steal a glance or two, and that everyone else’s masks liberated them from accusation and fear. Still, she didn’t want to gawk—it seemed unsophisticated.
Benjamin’s cock had been undergoing a slow, stiffening process since he and Celeste had arrived at the mansion. Something about the way Agostino fed Celeste the grapes . . . Even the way he addressed her felt erotically charged. And when he had helped himself to Alice’s pussy without any embarrassment, Benjamin moved from stirred to shaken.
Agostino parted the taupe-colored velvet curtains that hid their corner hideaway from onlookers. Celeste wondered to herself how people claimed their various spots—did they purchase them like church pews or theater seats?
Their corner was the size of an average American bedroom. It was lined with a three-foot tall banquette upholstered in an understated taupe and red paisley pattern. Red pillows of varying sizes and thickness were strewn about. The little corner looked quite a lot like a miniature harem.
Agostino gestured to one of the benches and nodded his masked face at Celeste. He placed her cloak on the same bench. “Please have a seat, my luscious beauty,” he said, keeping his voice low, despite the added privacy. Benjamin noted how soothing the man’s demeanor was and how Celeste was probably responding positively to it. As if to prove him right, Celeste moved to the spot Agostino indicated.
Agostino knelt before her. Alice curled up—catlike—on the opposite banquette, grinning behind her kitty mask. She patted the space next to her in a silent instruction for Benjamin to sit there.
“Beautiful, beautiful breasts,” whispered Agostino, running his palms over the swell of Celeste’s tits over the corset. He caressed them and let them awe him into silence. Celeste waited, breathless, for his next move. Benjamin was on alert, ready to pounce if the man mishandled her.
But with every circular motion of the man’s hand, Celeste felt her body lean in closer to him. His breath warmed her cleavage, enveloping her in his invisible web. Mozart’s music swirled in her head as Agostino put his lips to the spot where her breasts parted.
“Will you reveal them to me, lovely Celeste?” he asked, with his fingertips poised to peel away her corset from her body.
“Yes,” she whispered.
With one highly adept movement, he pulled the fabric forward and lifted her breasts up, holding them like succulent fruit whose juice he craved. His tongue circled one areola, then the other. Benjamin watched as her nipples blossomed and darkened.
“How very responsive she is,” Alice murmured to no one in particular. “Surely this is having an effect on you, Benjamin?”
He hadn’t expected to be addressed and so he paused, staring at Alice’s mask while he collected his thoughts
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“Why don’t you remove your cloak? I can keep it here, next to your wife’s,” Alice continued. Her tone was honey, oozing over his subconscious until his thoughts were sticky and immobile.
He fumbled with the ties of his cloak, so she helped him. She stood to take the cloak, placed it on top of Celeste’s then knelt before him. How she extracted his dick so efficiently, he would never be sure, but the heat of her mouth surrounded it before he could analyze the situation.
Agostino delivered gentle nibbles to Celeste’s hardening nipples. Her eyelids fluttered as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her panties worked overtime to absorb the tremendous rush of moisture between her legs. She was vaguely aware of Alice’s attentions to Benjamin’s cock and yet seeing it made her decidedly wetter.
Alice’s oral skills were potent. When combined with the visuals of Agostino’s teething at Celeste’s tits, Benjamin’s balls unleashed a torrent of come into Alice’s mouth. Clearly, even she had not expected such a quick eruption, for she squeaked as it passed over her tongue.
The moment Alice believed Benjamin had given her all he had, she removed him from her mouth and touched her husband’s arm. Agostino released Celeste’s deep pink nipple and leaned toward his wife. With her mouth still full of Benjamin’s ejaculate, she gave her husband a long, deep kiss. Benjamin and Celeste watched, transfixed, as the couple savored another man’s come.
The kiss lasted a while. So long, in fact, that Benjamin and Celeste silently agreed that their presence was redundant. They unobtrusively left the couple’s sexy sanctum santorum, remembering to grab their cloaks. Agostino and Alice were oblivious to their departure, which made the escape all the easier.
When they were in the middle of the room once again, where the murmurs of party guests combined with moans for an eerie, consistent din, Benjamin noticed that Celeste’s breasts were still exposed. Celeste saw him notice and grinned sheepishly, but she made no attempt to cover herself.
Just as Benjamin was about to inquire further into this uncharacteristic behavior, a vampirish couple lounging against a banquette gestured for them to approach. Their party space was smaller than Agostino and Alice’s—it was not a “corner lot”—but it was ample enough to hold a small round mattress covered in velvet pillows. Sapphire blue curtains were pulled back with violet tassels, giving either the space or the center of the room the appearance of a stage, depending on one’s perspective. The gothic makeup on the inhabitants did not give them a ghoulish look but rather a delicate, intriguing one, especially as they sat there, smiling in their black attire. As the woman’s finger curled to invite Benjamin and Celeste into their lair, they saw that it was very long and very red.
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