B00JORD99Y EBOK

by A. Vivian Vane

  She could also feel herself dripping beneath her thin dress. It was rapidly growing to be a problem. Somehow, despite the fear and the risk of real social ruination, flaunting her body in its shameless costume was proving incredibly arousing for Mary. Every sidelong look she caught sent a shiver down her spine. And when her partner's hand slipped just a little too low on her back, resting atop the curve of her buttocks, Mary opened her mouth to protest...and then closed it again, turning her complaint into a small, secretive smile like the ones Jennifer so often wore. She wriggled her rump out from under his hand (which caused the slinky dress to bunch and slide up her backside, as usual), but said nothing, and he seemed to accept the correction with a chastened grin.

  When the time came to hand him off to a waiting Jennifer, Mary was almost disappointed. She had enjoyed being led around the floor with nothing to think about but the ritualized motions and the attention everyone was giving her. The little minx had been right -- disguised by her mask, and their relative anonymity in the local society, Mary felt liberated to behave much less strictly than she would have with her face bared.

  Standing at the edge of the dance floor and watching blue-coat waltz off with a giggling (and noticeably clumsy) Jennifer, Mary fidgeted and tugged unthinkingly at the sides of her dress. She was awkwardly aware of a growing wetness slicking her thighs, and feared that the musky smell of her wet pussy was becoming noticeable as well. Looking about for a secluded nook or corner where she could dab a napkin underneath her slit skirt, Mary instead found herself assaulted by a stream of polite, smiling men who wanted to know if milady would care for a dance, most of them staring straight down her cleavage as they asked it.

  What followed was a series of bewildering dances, with scarcely a pause for breath in between, during which Mary was firmly groped, tickled, pinched, squeezed, and otherwise manhandled by nearly every partner, all of whom whispered compliments of increasingly inappropriate nature into her ears. By the fifth or sixth dance, she found a hand sliding through the slit in the front of her dress to rub her naked thighs, while her lead told her in a breathless voice that he was thinking about her "wet little cunt."

  When the music finally stopped for more than a second, Mary staggered to the edge of the dance floor (released by her smirking partner) and stood there, panting and dazed, with her feet spread wide apart to try and get some cool air on her steaming, dripping pussy. She felt stupid with lust, overwhelmed by the effect of so many men admiring and enjoying her body.

  Jennifer whirled to a halt next to her, freed from her last partner and looking nearly as over-stimulated as Mary. She greeted her friend with a breathless laugh and a hug, practically wiggling out of her red dress in her excitement. Most of the redhead's cleavage hung out of the plunging neckline, bared nearly to the nipples. Mary could see hints of areolae poking out over the shelf of Jenny's corset.

  "Mary!" Jennifer exclaimed. "This is so much fun! Aren't you having fun?" She kissed Mary, rather more passionately than decorum demanded, and for a moment their tongues intertwined. Helpless, Mary leaned into the kiss, her body's arousal taking over. She squirmed where she stood, tasting wine on Jennifer's tongue and using every ounce of willpower she had left to resist plunging her hand between her thighs and masturbating furiously. Her dripping slit seemed to cry out for attention -- and so did her crinkled pucker, longing for the touch of Jennifer's tongue or a thick, well-slicked toy to stretch it wide underneath her slutty dress.

  "Jennifer," Mary panted as they kissed, "Jennifer!" Squeezing her friend's waist lovingly, she pulled back from the kiss with difficulty and tried to catch her breath. "Calm down," she whispered hoarsely, "got to calm down. We're making a scene. Oh! And we mustn't use our names..." She blushed, ashamed of herself for forgetting. They were, indeed, the centers of attention, a guilty glance around confirmed. Stares, ranging from the amused to the aroused to the outraged, made her squirm, blush, and pull her dress into some semblance of order. A grinning Jennifer did the same, more casually and less apologetically. She seemed unconcerned by (and even a little proud of) her near nip-slip, jiggling the guilty breasts cheerfully as she settled them back beneath the neckline of her dress.

  "Okay," Jennifer said, chuckling. "I can behave, Mar -- er, lady in black. Black slut, perhaps?" She giggled. "For now, anyway. Got a surprise for you. Shh!" She held a finger to her lips and pointed. Over near the musicians, the Countess Antrim was ringing a small bell and holding her hand up for attention.

  "We will break for an hour," the Countess called to the assembled guests, "while the musicians rest. There will be a variety of small entertainments in the parlors. Please amuse yourselves until the dancing resumes!"

  Jennifer chortled and rubbed her hands together. "Come on," she urged, slipping an arm through one of Mary's. "Walk with me. Show everyone that sexy butt sway. I told our hostess we'd meet a few of her guests in the Red Parlor."

  Automatically obedient in her lustful daze, Mary followed where Jennifer tugged. Their heels clicked in identical rhythms on the parquet floor. Mary bobbed her head in automatic greeting to everyone they passed, not really noticing whether they smiled or scowled in return.

  "So, you're liking the outfits better now?" Jennifer asked with a grin. "I thought you would. Just think how naughty you're being! And no one but me knows it's you..."

  "I know." Mary lowered her voice. "My...my pussy's soaking," she admitted in a tiny whisper, right next to Jennifer's ear. A shiver ran down her spine at saying such a thing in public, even sotto voce. "Can we find somewhere private? To, um, take care of it. Of things. My pussy. Oh, God!" She bit her lip in frustration. Even the slide of her thighs against one another as she walked down the hallway was teasing her over-aroused body. She longed to stop just long enough for a quick rub against her clit, sure that a few quick strokes of her hand would be enough to bring her off.

  "Shh," Jennifer soothed, patting Mary on the wrist. "Soon, lover. C'mere." She turned, clearly following directions Mary hadn't received, and led the way through several twists and turns to a small parlor with a red paneled door. Knocking briskly twice, Jennifer turned the handle and entered.

  Mary blinked in surprise as she followed in Jennifer's wake. The parlor was not very large, and its few furnishings had been pushed up against the walls. A large cluster of men stood inside: nearly everyone she and Jennifer had danced with, plus a few extras whose masks and costumes she did not recognize. Their hostess stood among them, laughing and twirling a large key on one finger. She broke off whatever she had been saying as Jennifer and Mary entered, and moved to greet them both with a double-armed embrace.

  "Girls!" the Countess Antrim said, smiling widely. "There you are! We were just talking about you. These men all enjoyed their dances with you so much, and they're very eager to get to know you better." To Mary's surprise, she kissed both their cheeks -- an intimate gesture for someone of the Countess's status -- before moving aside to gesture them into the center of the room. A number of throw pillows had been piled together in a haphazard arrangement in place of the customary rug, which Mary could see out of the corner of her eye, rolled up and shoved into a corner.

  "Have a nice time, girls," the Countess said, bowing her way out the door, "and don't worry about making a mess on the floor. We'll have the maids mop up later." With that, and a wink, she was gone, and the door slammed and clicked behind her, rattling for a moment as she turned the key in its lock.

  A startled Mary found herself suddenly surrounded by men from the ball. She rubbed shoulders with Jennifer, who spared her a breathless grin before turning her smile -- and her outthrust chest -- on the throng of admirers.

  "Hello, ladies," one man said from behind Mary. She felt a hand squeeze her shoulder. Moments later, another grabbed her bottom, kneading the firm muscles and making her squeak.

  An older man dressed in gray and green stepped forward to lay both his hands on Jennifer's bosom. The redhead wriggled and laughed as the man squeezed her breasts with no ap
parent concern for the usual rules of propriety. "Such lovely girls," he mumbled, almost panting into the redhead's cleavage. "Such lovely, lovely girls."

  "Yes," a younger man agreed, and Mary recognized the graceful blue-masked dancer who had first led her onto the floor. "We're all so glad you came." He touched her under the chin; stroked downward along her neck to caress the tops of her breasts where they peaked out from the plunging neckline. She gasped and reached up to shove his hand away, but hesitated in uncertainty. Was this part of the plan? She glanced uncertainly aside at Jennifer, who was leaning forward into the older man's grasp and gyrating her hips to rub her bottom eagerly against the trouser-clad crotch of another man.

  The blue-masked man answered Mary's unspoken question for her. "The red slut and the black slut," he chuckled, pinching one of her nipples as best he could through the clinging dress and the corset atop it. Mary gasped and stiffened, more with shock than with pain; the corset defended her sensitive nubs from any real assault. "Such a quaint idea," the man said, rubbing the front of her gown. "So charming."

  A hand shoved Mary's dress up in the back. She blushed as someone gathered it up to her waist, revealing her nakedness beneath. Someone behind her gasped, and someone else chuckled in approval.

  "No underclothes?" a voice murmured. "My, my. You really are a naughty slut, aren't you?" A hand spanked her ass and made her jump, which only thrust her chest into the hands assaulting her breasts.

  "Owww," the young noblewoman moaned, "wait, no, ahhh!" Instead of spanking her again, the hand on her ass dipped between her cheeks to probe at her rear end. She moaned in helpless arousal as a strong finger found her sensitive hole. Just as with Jennifer's caresses, even a light stroke across the crinkled flesh was enough to make Mary's face flush and her pussy throb with desperate, perverted need.

  Beside her, eager hands thrust Jennifer to her knees; unlaced the redhead's corset and cast it aside as men pulled her dress down around her belly to bare her naked bosom. Men fondled and slapped her bouncing tits greedily, taking turns in groping the pale, freckled flesh. Jennifer's nipples were reddened, stiff, and dimpled with gooseflesh, and she moaned and rubbed her gloved hands along the legs of nearby men as they made free with her body.

  Mary shuddered as the unseen fingertip swept up and down across her asshole. The man in front of her released her breast and grabbed at the front of her corset. With a jerk, he forced it downward. It fell from Mary's body, and she gasped -- caught up in the sensations from her tender rear end, she hadn't even noticed someone unlacing the stiff garment. Another tug pulled her dress down to her belly like Jennifer's, and Mary bent forward unthinkingly, grabbing the man in front her for support and thrusting her ass backward into the teasing touch as her heavy breasts bounced and swayed, unsupported, beneath her body. Her pussy dribbled musky-smelling wetness; she spread her legs unthinkingly to try and ease the lustful pressure building between them.

  A young man in a mauve tailcoat elbowed his way forward to stand in front of the two girls. He pulled the front of his trousers open and cried with a frenzied eagerness, "Oh god! I can't stand it any longer! Get your mouth on my cock, one of you!" He reached into his drawers and produced a thick, throbbing cock, angling it away from his body and thrusting it about wildly in the air. To Mary's dizzied amazement, the other men chuckled, slapped him on the back, and shouted encouragement, rather than reacting with disapproval or disgust. Some were even unbuttoning their own trousers, or taking them off completely! Within moments, Mary and Jennifer were surrounded by a forest of bobbing dicks, and strong hands were shoving Mary down onto her knees beside her friend. They sat side by side on a pair of throw pillows, faced with half a dozen naked or semi-naked crotches, some close enough to bump against the girls' masks as men groaned and jostled for position.

  Mary shot a wild-eyed look at Jennifer. Her friend was panting and breathless with excitement, her red dress bunched into a belt of crinkled fabric around her belly, exposing both her bosom and her naked, flame-haired pussy. Hand tugged up at Mary's dress from behind, baring her own puffy cunt. She tried to reach down and cover it, but a man had already crouched behind her and was groping the tender flesh, rubbing his fingers up and down the slit and spreading her swollen labia apart.

  "Jenny -- er, um, Red Slut!" Mary hissed frantically. "What should I -- how do we -- but -- "

  She broke off as a hand gripped her hair and turned her face toward one of the bobbing cocks. It was long and slender, pale skinned with a rosy hue near the tip, and her face was level with the swollen sack that dangled beneath it. The soft balls had flopped out in front of the man's unzipped trousers as he pulled in close, and Mary could hardly help herself from breathing in their musky, masculine scent.

  Beside Mary, Jennifer moaned and grabbed a dick in each hand. Her soft gloves wrinkled and shifted as she began to stroke up and down, drawing approving grunts from a pair of men. The redhead bent forward and pressed her lips to the underside of a third cock, kissing it and leaving a bright lipstick stain in the shape of her mouth.

  "Mmm, boys," the maid purred, "you do know how to treat a pair of ladies, don't you? This is just what my friend and I need...now, grab our hair and fuck our slutty faces silly, will you?" She grinned wickedly, drawing back from the smeared cock to eye its owner challengingly through her mask. "We need some hot loads of spunk on our faces -- er, our masks -- and I think you're just the boys to give them to us!"

  Mary bit back a wail of despair. Yet again, the situation had slipped beyond her control. There was no question that Jennifer's invitation included her. Even if she had wanted to back out, it was both practically and socially impossible: the door was locked, and no one was going to believe reluctance on her part after she had already let a pack of horny men half-strip her, fondle her body, and show her their cocks. The only choice she had left was to be the slut they all saw her as...and, as long fingers found their way into her dripping pussy and thrust deep, Mary wasn't at all sure she minded.

  She shivered in helpless arousal as a man took a firm grip on her hair. He tilted her face upward, and Mary stared at his cock. It loomed above her, throbbing and angry-looking. Holding it one handed, the man slapped the soft-skinned cockhead lightly against Mary's lips. She opened them without thinking, making a wet kiss for the underside of his swollen crown.

  Next to her, Jennifer made a wet, grunting sound, and Mary risked a quick glance over. Her eyes widened in shock -- the man that had elbowed his way to the front was straddling her friend's face, his body hunched forward and his cock rammed all the way to the balls in Jennifer's mouth! The maid's neck was tilted painfully far back, and the skin of her throat bulged as the man started to ram himself in and out of her face without the slightest show of concern for her comfort.

  A jerk on Mary's hair drew her attention back to the cock bobbing above her. She shuddered. Was that what lay in store for her, too? It looked so rough; so raw and brutal...and she couldn't help wondering what she would look like being pounded like that, too. Jennifer had the look of some ancient, primal goddess, with her hands spread wide as if in benediction as she jerked two cocks off onto her dick-filled face.

  Strong fingers gripped Mary's chin; pressed on the sides of her jaw. She opened her mouth obediently. Her face tilted upward, and her eyes opened wide as the looming cockhead angled down toward her waiting lips. "Good little slut," the man holding her hair praised. "You and your friend were such sexy little cockteases out there on the floor. I knew you'd suck dick like a couple of pros if Antrim asked you to. Horny little bitches!"

  Mary moaned in humiliation. She wanted to deny it, but how could she? Everything he was saying was true. They'd flaunted themselves on the dance floor; pressed themselves against their partners and let strangers fondle their bodies. Even the Countess Antrim had enjoyed handling Mary's aroused flesh with impunity, the moment she and Jennifer had walked in the door. Behind the safety of her mask, she was a slut. Jennifer had been right. Freed from her noble name,
Mary would let anyone do anything to her.

  Moaning, she closed her eyes to block it all out, accepting her role with a last shiver of excited terror. The swell of the blue-clad man's crown pressed against Mary's lips. His cock stretched her mouth into a wet sheath and plunged in deep. Warm dickmeat slid across her tongue; filled it with the salty taste of flesh. Mary slurped without thinking, tugging at the swollen cockhead with her lips. Her tongue lapped the underside of the shaft and raced the fleshy rim of the man's glans.

  A powerful pressure welled up between Mary's legs as the cock started to thrust in and out of her mouth. Someone was still fingering her, and her muscles clenched down tight around his hand. She grunted and jerked, wanting to cry out, but the hand on her head held her hair firm and kept her in place. She came in a trembling spasm as the unseen stranger frigged her pussy. Mary's juicing pussy squelched and spasmed, drooling its wetness freely down someone's hand, and she heard men laughing. Another hand swatted her ass; still more groped at her naked breasts. "Is she cumming?" she heard someone asked, amused.

  "Yeah," replied a voice from lower down -- presumably the man who was fingering her. His pace slowed, rubbing the inner walls of her pussy as its spasms subsided, leaving her feeling tired, wrung out, and dazed. "She's a tight little thing, too. Kinda surprised...I figured she'd be all fucked out already!"

  "Better for us," replied the first voice, and Mary shuddered at the implication. Clearly, the men were thinking about using more than her mouth for their pleasure, and she was not at all sure she could stop them -- or that she wanted to stop them -- if they chose to spread her legs and plow her deep. But until the man in her mouth was done there was nothing she could do except serve his cock and wait for the inevitable eruption, and so she sucked and slurped at him with passionate eagerness, feeling spit dribble down her lips and slick her chin. He was pulling hard on her hair and slapping his thighs into her face on every thrust, turning her pristine lips into a sloppy, slobbering fuck-hole, and Mary was loving every moment of it. She grunted, moaned, and smacked her lips around his dick, jerking each time it rammed against the back of her throat.