I am honestly so grateful that they chose my contest, that I wanted to post them all here and give everyone exposure. There was some intense competition out there this month! And well These were fantastically well written and I really love the uniqueness of them all. I must be going soft I want to say it's a tie, but okay okay...hmmm drumroll please...
I cannot believe it... Andy Deep Thought has won two times in a row...is that even fair? I think honestly it's tied with John Satisfy, but alas there can only be one. And Laura Levot...whew a spooky spin with smokin' descriptive sex. Then there is Ms Ashen White. She's in RED at the bottom. That is only because she needs a spanking. She knew I couldn't resist this provocatively hot story, but over the limit missy! I got flack from everyone else about the length being hard, this was my longest one people. lol
I am so lucky that I get read all these sexy hot stories and really I wanted to share them with everyone this month. I hope you all enjoy them as much as I did. And remeber I have given their information so you can follow my friends. I so love doing this and meeting new people
So what do you think...please comment.
IS IT A TIE?
I cannot believe it... Andy Deep Thought has won two times in a row...is that even fair? I think honestly it's tied with John Satisfy, but alas there can only be one. And Laura Levot...whew a spooky spin with smokin' descriptive sex. Then there is Ms Ashen White. She's in RED at the bottom. That is only because she needs a spanking. She knew I couldn't resist this provocatively hot story, but over the limit missy! I got flack from everyone else about the length being hard, this was my longest one people. lol
I am so lucky that I get read all these sexy hot stories and really I wanted to share them with everyone this month. I hope you all enjoy them as much as I did. And remeber I have given their information so you can follow my friends. I so love doing this and meeting new people
So what do you think...please comment.
IS IT A TIE?
A Halloween party to remember
Andy Deep Thought
deepthought69.blogspot.co.uk
@DeepThought69
The Halloween party was in full swing and the room was full of students in a bizarre mixture of costumes ranging from scary to lewd, the only common attribute was that every costume featured a face mask.
As I walked through the room, swaying slightly, I surveyed the people around me. To my left was a group of men who were now topless and singing loudly but barely coherent. On my right were a gaggle of giggling girls whose costumes seemed to consist of more holes than material. In front of me was someone much more interesting. I recognised her despite the mask. Victoria was easily out of my league, she was one of the popular set who would never so much as glance in my direction and who I’d never even spoken to before.
I walked up to the counter beside her and poured myself a drink, ignoring her completely whilst surreptitiously watching her reflection in the window. I saw her looking at me, trying to place me and work out why I was ignoring her.
“I’ll have one while you’re there” she said
I filled her glass silently, put down the bottle and then turned and walked away from her. She didn’t like being ignored and followed me out of the kitchen. The adjacent room was as quiet as I expected, the only people in there were snoring loudly. I was no more than a few paces into the room when I heard the sound of her heels on the floor behind me.
“Why did you ignore me and what are you doing in here?” She asked
“I’m looking for someone worth fucking” I replied
She wasn’t sure how to answer that and the dumbstruck expression on her face was priceless.
“And you haven’t found anyone yet?” She asked, her voice bristling
“No” I said, pressing ahead with my all or nothing plan. “Why? Have you seen someone worthwhile?”
I could see the indignant fire burning in her eyes at the thought that I considered her beneath me. She stalked up to me and stood face to face for a moment appraising me while I gave her my most nonchalant look. Her lip curled as anger coursed through her, and she grabbed my head pulling my lips to hers in a kiss of startling intensity. I responded by reaching behind her and snapping the clasp of her bra open in one simple motion. Her eyes widened but she was lost in the moment now and we both surrendered to our natural urges.
I cupped her breasts, easily slipping inside the material of her costume and pinched her nipples. She jumped as if stung then attacked my costume until her nails found the flesh of my back and raked long welts across my shoulder blades. Reluctantly I left her enticingly swollen nipples alone and moved my hands downwards, they encountered hot smooth flesh that was already slick with her arousal. She shuddered as my finger found the lubricated slit of her pussy and I buried it deep inside her until my palm rested against her throbbing clit. She ground onto my thrusting fingers but the urgent need swollen inside my pants needed more. I lowered her to the floor and yanked my jeans inelegantly down so they were trapped around my ankles but freeing my rigid cock from its tight restraint. Pausing only to pull a condom from my pocket and slip it on with trembling hands I knelt between her thighs and pressed the latex clad tip against her dripping pussy. It slipped in easily and I buried myself balls deep inside her, it felt incredible. She sighed and wrapped her legs around me pulling me deeper still, ankles pushing against the small of my back as we thrust against each other with the restraint of wild animals rutting. My balls tightened and I felt the sweet intoxicating surge of an imminent orgasm. Reaching out blindly I found her breast and squeezed it hard, crushing a nipple between my fingers and feeling her pussy clench around me, thighs trembling as we came together in a tumultuous symphony of flesh. Each pulse of my cock caused a shiver to ripple through her body.
We lay silently for a while, recovering our breath. Minutes later I heard her start to snore gently. I stood, arranged her clothing to preserve her modesty, fastened my jeans and left quietly knowing that she could never know who I was.
Masked
John Satisfy
eroticsatisfiction.blogspot.com
@jsatisfiction
Amy stood in the corner of the bar with a drink in hand. She was wearing a sexy, skin-tight catwoman suit, complete with full face mask, and she felt self conscious. Her best friend had talked her into going to costume night at the local bar and then, last minute, cancelled. Since Amy was already dressed she decided to go anyway and try her best to have a good time. Still, she felt out of place and was beginning to think this was a bad idea.
Amy tilted back the glass and downed the drink. She made up her mind to finish the drink and leave. Even the couch with her vibrator would be better than this.
"Well, Meow!" Amy heard a male voice over her shoulder and was about to turn around to slap him when he continued. "Cindy, you look fantastic tonight."
Amy was about to correct him when he spun her around and leaned in for a kiss. The kiss began soft and tender and as it continued she felt herself melt into him. It was the type of kiss she always dreamed of and never had and she felt her body respond.
Finally he slowly moved backwards and Amy found herself out of breath. She was panting, her chest heaving, as she tried to find her voice. She opened her mouth to explain when he stopped her.
"Don't talk, just follow me." He reached out for her hand and she felt herself tugged along. Soon she found herself outside and immediately he pulled Amy into him, wrapping her in his warm embrace.
"I'm n.." Amy began but was stopped when he put his finger over her lips, clicked his fob, and headed towards a car up the street. Then he opened the door for Amy, who stepped inside. Closing the door, he headed to the other side and slid into the driver’s seat. Amy waited for the car to start however he kissed her instead.
Amy felt this man's hands glide over her body. Even though she couldn't feel every nuance of the touch through the thick fabric of the costume, having someone so eager to explore her body was such a welcome change of pace.
Amy ran her fingers over his kakis' and leaned closer to him. She shivered as his package throbbed for her. Her mind overridden by eagerness, she unzipped his pants, smiling when she discovered that he was going commando.
Amy surprised herself by leaning forward and slipping his cock between her lips. Rolling her tongue around his head she tasted his pre-come, sweet and plentiful. As her tongue played she was rewarded with a moan.
Amy slid her hand down as she began playing with his balls. This got his attention, and his reaction was to slide his strong hands into her hair. Initially they sat there, holding on, but soon he was forcing her down onto his cock.
Amy started to gag, her tears watered, and she tried to relax her throat. He continued to fuck her face as she worked as hard as she could on relaxing. It was difficult with the his rough movements.
As he pushed down, she felt her muscles relax as he managed to slip into her throat. Her vision was burry from tears as she saw her nose buried into his pubic hair. Unable to move, she stuck her tongue out and licked at his balls. Amy felt his cock throb against her tongue and pulled back. She wanted to taste his come with all her being. She wished she could look into the strangers eyes as he came into her mouth, but that was not possible.
He grunted loudly and his grip intensified. His cock throbbed and she tasted his salty come flood her mouth. He sprayed three, then four strong streams into her mouth and she caught it all.
When he finally stopped spasming, Amy pulled her come filled mouth off his cock. She opened her mouth to show him his load and winked.
The man reached into his pocket grabbed a handkerchief, handing it to her. Amy swallowed the come and used handkerchief to wipe the corners of her mouth.
"Wait, Did you just swallow?"
Amy nodded her head affirmatively.
"Cindy would never swallow... who are you?"
Amy smiled, opened the car door and waved good bye. As she walked away she thought about going home, but realized that the bar might be the better choice.
Long Lost
Laura Levot
lauralevotfiction.blogspot.com
@LauraLevot
The engraved box, with two ornately carved leaves, looked curious in the hole she had found below the floorboards. Who had put the box there? She had accidentally found it while walking through the attic, her foot falling into the hole and splitting the rotted wood. Now, she held the box in her hands. On the side was her husband’s name, stamped in gold lettering, “George”. She undid the gold clasp and slowly lifted the lid. Inside was a magazine, Modern Man, from December 1958. A voluptuous brunette was on the cover, a red sweater pulled low, revealing her deep cleavage. What was the significance of this old magazine? She lifted it; the pages were old and curled. She fanned it slowly with her fingertips, seeing a naked model, her breasts hanging like pears, an anonymous couple having sex, and some old car advertisements. Near the back of the magazine, a black mask, hidden by time, slid down the page and fell into her lap.
She lifted the black mask to her face. The leather was cracked, there were stains under the eyelets, but there was no doubt it was the one she wore for Halloween long ago. She held the mask tightly to her chest, and thought back to the night she wore it.
It was 1953, the Halloween before their daughter was born. George was a wise guy from the Capone era and she was wearing her sexy cat woman outfit. After passing out the last of the candy, George turned the front porch light off and dropped the empty bowl onto the couch. One table lamp lit the room softly and he switched it off. She sensed him fumbling around in the dark.
“George, what are you up to?”
“I’ve decided that I can’t wait anymore to have you. That costume looks incredible.”
“Oh George, come over here and put your hands on me.”
He came up behind her and nibbled on her ear. He unzipped her top and it crashed to the floor. She turned to face him, and he took her breast in his mouth. His tongue worked the nipple lovingly.
She kicked her black heels off, and fumbled with the button on her pants. They walked backwards slowly, disrobing each other, their intentions wherever she could sit or lie down. She had almost freed his cock when she tripped over something lying on the ground behind her and she fell onto her back. George followed her to the cold ground.
He buried his head between her breasts, kissing them, and she sensed his cock touching her soft folds. He pushed. She felt his warm cock impale her and she moaned at how wonderful it felt. He was kissing her, and his cock was thrusting in and out of her deepest parts.
“Oh, George, you feel so good.”
His release came too fast and he flooded her inner heat with his come; he cried out in the quiet room.
She looked down at the mask that she was holding. George had only been dead a month, heart attack; it had all ended too quickly. She missed his laughter, their talks, and his rugged smell. He was her best friend and now he was gone.
As she sat on the attic floor, she realized that for the first time in a long time, she wanted him. She thought of the memories of that Halloween night when they had conceived their eldest daughter, Victoria, and a delicious heat rose within her. The heat felt so good and so long overdue.
She saw a glint of light reflect off the golden clasp on the box and she peered in again. There was a small pile of black and white photographs. She blushed and remembered. In the first one, she was on her knees in front of his cock, her mouth around his length, her eyes staring at the camera.
The next picture caused her to gasp loudly. His left hand was holding his cock which pointed stiffly in front of a face. Come was shooting out from the cockhead and had already smeared on the mask; some splotches were on the cheeks and nose. She never remembered ever wearing that mask again and certainly not for that. Something didn’t seem right. The wedding ring she saw on the finger in the picture was his but the woman’s lips were too full, the chin too thin, and the eyes way too light. Hers were brown.
Jenna’s Halloween Masque
Ashen White
whitesnights.blogspot.com
@ashenwhite
“And what do we have here?” the deep masculine voice rolled over Jenna Ashton’s naked shoulder, sending a ripple of surprise through her body. “A poor, little sub, all alone in the dungeon, hanging there for anyone to enjoy. Mm, and a mummer, too,” the voice said, referring to the white Halloween mask that covered Jenna’s entire face, indicating she was not allowed to speak.
A black blindfold suddenly covered the eyeholes of her mask, plunging her into darkness.
You don’t have a problem with a blindfold, do you?” His voice was quiet but commanding in her ear, and she shook her head in response.
“That’s good,” he said, and Jenna felt the warm air surrounding her move as he walked around her. “Just checking your safe-word,” he said. “Did you want to use your safe-word right now?”
Jenna considered for a moment. He was offering her a way out before he started anything serious. This was her opportunity to say “Stop!” But, if she didn’t use her safe-word, she was committing herself to everything that followed. Was she ready for that? A thrill of wantonness rippled through her body, telling her all she wanted to know, and she shook her head.
“That’s a good sub,” the voice said.
Suddenly she felt the hard tips of what seemed to be a stiff switch being dragged slowly down the inside of her suspended left arm, across her sensitive armpit, then down over her breast, sending ripples of arousal ricocheting through her, and leaving a trail of sensitized tracks on her skin. The movement was repeated across her right arm and breast, causing her to moan gently through her mask.
“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” the voice asked sardonically, and Jenna nodded in response. “She enjoyed that!” the voice said loudly, and Jenna heard the murmurs of a small audience respond to his statement, sending a wave of panic through her, which aroused her even more!
The switch now slapped the insides of her knees, repeating a little harder until she separated her legs widely enough to satisfy the dom. He slowly dragged the tips of the switch up the inside of her thigh, across the lips of her yoni, and up across her hip, repeating the motion on her other leg. He performed the entire process a few more times, leaving trails of her juices tingling on her skin, and her cunt aching to be touched.
“I think she’s ready for you now,” the dom said to someone nearby.
“Thank you, master,” replied the sweet, dulcet voice of a young woman. Jenna felt the air move between her legs, followed by the gentle touch of soft, warm skin against her inner thighs, as the woman knelt between her legs and pushed them apart with a nudge of her shoulders. Jenna’s stomach knotted up at the thought of the imminent public oral sex she was about to be a part of, but her cunt seemed to go into an overdrive of wanton lust, and her vulva suddenly thrust forward toward the sub’s head.
“It’s my sub’s birthday, and you’re part of her gift,” the dom growled into Jenna’s ear. “You only come when I tell you to, understand?”
Jenna nodded, and felt the dom move behind her. Kneeling in front of her, the sub gently ran her hands up the insides of Jenna’s thighs, her fingers tripping across Jenna’s tingling cunt lips, releasing a stream of pent-up juices. Jenna felt a warm, stimulating breeze across her yoni as the sub blew on her labia, then trembled with arousal as she felt her lips penetrated by the sub’s hot, wet tongue.
Deftly the sub covered Jenna’s hard, hot clit with her lips, and rubbed it hard with her tongue, causing Jenna to gasp and squirm with pleasure. Then the sub’s tongue swooped down to the entrance to Jenna’s aching, wanting vagina, and delved deep inside. Already aroused from the switch, Jenna was quickly approaching orgasm, her body betraying her upcoming release. Then she felt the body of the dom push against her back, and his arms wrapped around her chest, his calloused hands grasping her nipples and tweaking them unmercifully.
The sub returned her tongue to Jenna’s clit with renewed vigour, and Jenna’s body bucked and twisted under the dual ministrations of master and sub, her lungs gasping to breathe through the mask.
“You can come now, sub!”
And come Jenna did, with huge moans and pulsing muscles, all over the sub’s face!
There was a round of applause from the audience but, by the time the blindfold came off, there wasn’t a soul in sight.
Andy Deep Thought
deepthought69.blogspot.co.uk
@DeepThought69
The Halloween party was in full swing and the room was full of students in a bizarre mixture of costumes ranging from scary to lewd, the only common attribute was that every costume featured a face mask.
As I walked through the room, swaying slightly, I surveyed the people around me. To my left was a group of men who were now topless and singing loudly but barely coherent. On my right were a gaggle of giggling girls whose costumes seemed to consist of more holes than material. In front of me was someone much more interesting. I recognised her despite the mask. Victoria was easily out of my league, she was one of the popular set who would never so much as glance in my direction and who I’d never even spoken to before.
I walked up to the counter beside her and poured myself a drink, ignoring her completely whilst surreptitiously watching her reflection in the window. I saw her looking at me, trying to place me and work out why I was ignoring her.
“I’ll have one while you’re there” she said
I filled her glass silently, put down the bottle and then turned and walked away from her. She didn’t like being ignored and followed me out of the kitchen. The adjacent room was as quiet as I expected, the only people in there were snoring loudly. I was no more than a few paces into the room when I heard the sound of her heels on the floor behind me.
“Why did you ignore me and what are you doing in here?” She asked
“I’m looking for someone worth fucking” I replied
She wasn’t sure how to answer that and the dumbstruck expression on her face was priceless.
“And you haven’t found anyone yet?” She asked, her voice bristling
“No” I said, pressing ahead with my all or nothing plan. “Why? Have you seen someone worthwhile?”
I could see the indignant fire burning in her eyes at the thought that I considered her beneath me. She stalked up to me and stood face to face for a moment appraising me while I gave her my most nonchalant look. Her lip curled as anger coursed through her, and she grabbed my head pulling my lips to hers in a kiss of startling intensity. I responded by reaching behind her and snapping the clasp of her bra open in one simple motion. Her eyes widened but she was lost in the moment now and we both surrendered to our natural urges.
I cupped her breasts, easily slipping inside the material of her costume and pinched her nipples. She jumped as if stung then attacked my costume until her nails found the flesh of my back and raked long welts across my shoulder blades. Reluctantly I left her enticingly swollen nipples alone and moved my hands downwards, they encountered hot smooth flesh that was already slick with her arousal. She shuddered as my finger found the lubricated slit of her pussy and I buried it deep inside her until my palm rested against her throbbing clit. She ground onto my thrusting fingers but the urgent need swollen inside my pants needed more. I lowered her to the floor and yanked my jeans inelegantly down so they were trapped around my ankles but freeing my rigid cock from its tight restraint. Pausing only to pull a condom from my pocket and slip it on with trembling hands I knelt between her thighs and pressed the latex clad tip against her dripping pussy. It slipped in easily and I buried myself balls deep inside her, it felt incredible. She sighed and wrapped her legs around me pulling me deeper still, ankles pushing against the small of my back as we thrust against each other with the restraint of wild animals rutting. My balls tightened and I felt the sweet intoxicating surge of an imminent orgasm. Reaching out blindly I found her breast and squeezed it hard, crushing a nipple between my fingers and feeling her pussy clench around me, thighs trembling as we came together in a tumultuous symphony of flesh. Each pulse of my cock caused a shiver to ripple through her body.
We lay silently for a while, recovering our breath. Minutes later I heard her start to snore gently. I stood, arranged her clothing to preserve her modesty, fastened my jeans and left quietly knowing that she could never know who I was.
Masked
John Satisfy
eroticsatisfiction.blogspot.com
@jsatisfiction
Amy stood in the corner of the bar with a drink in hand. She was wearing a sexy, skin-tight catwoman suit, complete with full face mask, and she felt self conscious. Her best friend had talked her into going to costume night at the local bar and then, last minute, cancelled. Since Amy was already dressed she decided to go anyway and try her best to have a good time. Still, she felt out of place and was beginning to think this was a bad idea.
Amy tilted back the glass and downed the drink. She made up her mind to finish the drink and leave. Even the couch with her vibrator would be better than this.
"Well, Meow!" Amy heard a male voice over her shoulder and was about to turn around to slap him when he continued. "Cindy, you look fantastic tonight."
Amy was about to correct him when he spun her around and leaned in for a kiss. The kiss began soft and tender and as it continued she felt herself melt into him. It was the type of kiss she always dreamed of and never had and she felt her body respond.
Finally he slowly moved backwards and Amy found herself out of breath. She was panting, her chest heaving, as she tried to find her voice. She opened her mouth to explain when he stopped her.
"Don't talk, just follow me." He reached out for her hand and she felt herself tugged along. Soon she found herself outside and immediately he pulled Amy into him, wrapping her in his warm embrace.
"I'm n.." Amy began but was stopped when he put his finger over her lips, clicked his fob, and headed towards a car up the street. Then he opened the door for Amy, who stepped inside. Closing the door, he headed to the other side and slid into the driver’s seat. Amy waited for the car to start however he kissed her instead.
Amy felt this man's hands glide over her body. Even though she couldn't feel every nuance of the touch through the thick fabric of the costume, having someone so eager to explore her body was such a welcome change of pace.
Amy ran her fingers over his kakis' and leaned closer to him. She shivered as his package throbbed for her. Her mind overridden by eagerness, she unzipped his pants, smiling when she discovered that he was going commando.
Amy surprised herself by leaning forward and slipping his cock between her lips. Rolling her tongue around his head she tasted his pre-come, sweet and plentiful. As her tongue played she was rewarded with a moan.
Amy slid her hand down as she began playing with his balls. This got his attention, and his reaction was to slide his strong hands into her hair. Initially they sat there, holding on, but soon he was forcing her down onto his cock.
Amy started to gag, her tears watered, and she tried to relax her throat. He continued to fuck her face as she worked as hard as she could on relaxing. It was difficult with the his rough movements.
As he pushed down, she felt her muscles relax as he managed to slip into her throat. Her vision was burry from tears as she saw her nose buried into his pubic hair. Unable to move, she stuck her tongue out and licked at his balls. Amy felt his cock throb against her tongue and pulled back. She wanted to taste his come with all her being. She wished she could look into the strangers eyes as he came into her mouth, but that was not possible.
He grunted loudly and his grip intensified. His cock throbbed and she tasted his salty come flood her mouth. He sprayed three, then four strong streams into her mouth and she caught it all.
When he finally stopped spasming, Amy pulled her come filled mouth off his cock. She opened her mouth to show him his load and winked.
The man reached into his pocket grabbed a handkerchief, handing it to her. Amy swallowed the come and used handkerchief to wipe the corners of her mouth.
"Wait, Did you just swallow?"
Amy nodded her head affirmatively.
"Cindy would never swallow... who are you?"
Amy smiled, opened the car door and waved good bye. As she walked away she thought about going home, but realized that the bar might be the better choice.
Long Lost
Laura Levot
lauralevotfiction.blogspot.com
@LauraLevot
The engraved box, with two ornately carved leaves, looked curious in the hole she had found below the floorboards. Who had put the box there? She had accidentally found it while walking through the attic, her foot falling into the hole and splitting the rotted wood. Now, she held the box in her hands. On the side was her husband’s name, stamped in gold lettering, “George”. She undid the gold clasp and slowly lifted the lid. Inside was a magazine, Modern Man, from December 1958. A voluptuous brunette was on the cover, a red sweater pulled low, revealing her deep cleavage. What was the significance of this old magazine? She lifted it; the pages were old and curled. She fanned it slowly with her fingertips, seeing a naked model, her breasts hanging like pears, an anonymous couple having sex, and some old car advertisements. Near the back of the magazine, a black mask, hidden by time, slid down the page and fell into her lap.
She lifted the black mask to her face. The leather was cracked, there were stains under the eyelets, but there was no doubt it was the one she wore for Halloween long ago. She held the mask tightly to her chest, and thought back to the night she wore it.
It was 1953, the Halloween before their daughter was born. George was a wise guy from the Capone era and she was wearing her sexy cat woman outfit. After passing out the last of the candy, George turned the front porch light off and dropped the empty bowl onto the couch. One table lamp lit the room softly and he switched it off. She sensed him fumbling around in the dark.
“George, what are you up to?”
“I’ve decided that I can’t wait anymore to have you. That costume looks incredible.”
“Oh George, come over here and put your hands on me.”
He came up behind her and nibbled on her ear. He unzipped her top and it crashed to the floor. She turned to face him, and he took her breast in his mouth. His tongue worked the nipple lovingly.
She kicked her black heels off, and fumbled with the button on her pants. They walked backwards slowly, disrobing each other, their intentions wherever she could sit or lie down. She had almost freed his cock when she tripped over something lying on the ground behind her and she fell onto her back. George followed her to the cold ground.
He buried his head between her breasts, kissing them, and she sensed his cock touching her soft folds. He pushed. She felt his warm cock impale her and she moaned at how wonderful it felt. He was kissing her, and his cock was thrusting in and out of her deepest parts.
“Oh, George, you feel so good.”
His release came too fast and he flooded her inner heat with his come; he cried out in the quiet room.
She looked down at the mask that she was holding. George had only been dead a month, heart attack; it had all ended too quickly. She missed his laughter, their talks, and his rugged smell. He was her best friend and now he was gone.
As she sat on the attic floor, she realized that for the first time in a long time, she wanted him. She thought of the memories of that Halloween night when they had conceived their eldest daughter, Victoria, and a delicious heat rose within her. The heat felt so good and so long overdue.
She saw a glint of light reflect off the golden clasp on the box and she peered in again. There was a small pile of black and white photographs. She blushed and remembered. In the first one, she was on her knees in front of his cock, her mouth around his length, her eyes staring at the camera.
The next picture caused her to gasp loudly. His left hand was holding his cock which pointed stiffly in front of a face. Come was shooting out from the cockhead and had already smeared on the mask; some splotches were on the cheeks and nose. She never remembered ever wearing that mask again and certainly not for that. Something didn’t seem right. The wedding ring she saw on the finger in the picture was his but the woman’s lips were too full, the chin too thin, and the eyes way too light. Hers were brown.
Jenna’s Halloween Masque
Ashen White
whitesnights.blogspot.com
@ashenwhite
“And what do we have here?” the deep masculine voice rolled over Jenna Ashton’s naked shoulder, sending a ripple of surprise through her body. “A poor, little sub, all alone in the dungeon, hanging there for anyone to enjoy. Mm, and a mummer, too,” the voice said, referring to the white Halloween mask that covered Jenna’s entire face, indicating she was not allowed to speak.
A black blindfold suddenly covered the eyeholes of her mask, plunging her into darkness.
You don’t have a problem with a blindfold, do you?” His voice was quiet but commanding in her ear, and she shook her head in response.
“That’s good,” he said, and Jenna felt the warm air surrounding her move as he walked around her. “Just checking your safe-word,” he said. “Did you want to use your safe-word right now?”
Jenna considered for a moment. He was offering her a way out before he started anything serious. This was her opportunity to say “Stop!” But, if she didn’t use her safe-word, she was committing herself to everything that followed. Was she ready for that? A thrill of wantonness rippled through her body, telling her all she wanted to know, and she shook her head.
“That’s a good sub,” the voice said.
Suddenly she felt the hard tips of what seemed to be a stiff switch being dragged slowly down the inside of her suspended left arm, across her sensitive armpit, then down over her breast, sending ripples of arousal ricocheting through her, and leaving a trail of sensitized tracks on her skin. The movement was repeated across her right arm and breast, causing her to moan gently through her mask.
“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” the voice asked sardonically, and Jenna nodded in response. “She enjoyed that!” the voice said loudly, and Jenna heard the murmurs of a small audience respond to his statement, sending a wave of panic through her, which aroused her even more!
The switch now slapped the insides of her knees, repeating a little harder until she separated her legs widely enough to satisfy the dom. He slowly dragged the tips of the switch up the inside of her thigh, across the lips of her yoni, and up across her hip, repeating the motion on her other leg. He performed the entire process a few more times, leaving trails of her juices tingling on her skin, and her cunt aching to be touched.
“I think she’s ready for you now,” the dom said to someone nearby.
“Thank you, master,” replied the sweet, dulcet voice of a young woman. Jenna felt the air move between her legs, followed by the gentle touch of soft, warm skin against her inner thighs, as the woman knelt between her legs and pushed them apart with a nudge of her shoulders. Jenna’s stomach knotted up at the thought of the imminent public oral sex she was about to be a part of, but her cunt seemed to go into an overdrive of wanton lust, and her vulva suddenly thrust forward toward the sub’s head.
“It’s my sub’s birthday, and you’re part of her gift,” the dom growled into Jenna’s ear. “You only come when I tell you to, understand?”
Jenna nodded, and felt the dom move behind her. Kneeling in front of her, the sub gently ran her hands up the insides of Jenna’s thighs, her fingers tripping across Jenna’s tingling cunt lips, releasing a stream of pent-up juices. Jenna felt a warm, stimulating breeze across her yoni as the sub blew on her labia, then trembled with arousal as she felt her lips penetrated by the sub’s hot, wet tongue.
Deftly the sub covered Jenna’s hard, hot clit with her lips, and rubbed it hard with her tongue, causing Jenna to gasp and squirm with pleasure. Then the sub’s tongue swooped down to the entrance to Jenna’s aching, wanting vagina, and delved deep inside. Already aroused from the switch, Jenna was quickly approaching orgasm, her body betraying her upcoming release. Then she felt the body of the dom push against her back, and his arms wrapped around her chest, his calloused hands grasping her nipples and tweaking them unmercifully.
The sub returned her tongue to Jenna’s clit with renewed vigour, and Jenna’s body bucked and twisted under the dual ministrations of master and sub, her lungs gasping to breathe through the mask.
“You can come now, sub!”
And come Jenna did, with huge moans and pulsing muscles, all over the sub’s face!
There was a round of applause from the audience but, by the time the blindfold came off, there wasn’t a soul in sight.
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