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With arms entwined the masked guests glided along the gravel path which led up to the secret oak doors of The Ice House. The long shadows of the trees provided a cooling shade over the AB&G garden, car park and driveway and kept the entrance to this secret place secluded and mysterious.
The rules of this particular evening was somewhat intriguing. Patrons of the AB&G had been invited to place their names in a large beer keg on the bar counter and did so with the knowledge that they would be taking part in a masked special sex party at The Infamous Ice House.
The Ice House are the dungeons of the AB&G and run by a secret committee. There was a special understanding of all the patrons. Sexual fantasies were lived out without ill thought, judgement or malice.The pairings, and those of the other invited couples had been decided upon by an unknown committee belonging to The Ice House. They had drawn out and paired their names according to tastes and preferences so no one would be disappointed.
These were then placed in a sealed envelope with a reference number and an invitation to attend the party forwarded to the people interested to take part.
The guests arrived at the appointed time at the AB&G Garden already masked and then sought out the reference number of their partner for the evening that was worn discreetly on their left wrists.
I had joined in the sex lottery in the AB&G without a second thought and hoped my partner was excited as me to take part.
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My reference number was on light blue card with a navy ribbon to tie it around my left wrist. It made me smile as my number was 007. I wondered if that was a coincidence or just the humour of the secret committee members.
Then I saw my partner, exquisitely dressed with 007 on her wrist. First impressions did not seem to disappoint either of us. She was stunning!
Our chemistry seemed to be immediate and electric. My heart beat seemed to quicken.My formal dress complimented her elegant full length white satin evening dress. Her neck was adorned with a thick banded gold choker chain matching the one that she wore around her delicate left ankle. A hot wife perhaps!
Her hair had been taken up off her neck and accentuated its beautiful line. She looked graceful and very attractive. She wore her mask to hide her identity and it added volumes to her intrigue.
A prerequisite of this special event was the use of the masks to bring out the beautiful, forbidden, and exotic facets to the free living but fun loving residents of Achat.
Each mask was half-height that covered the upper portion of faces but left cheekbones and mouths exposed. The chosen masks told a story themselves of the wearer. By hiding, they were free to explore fantasies, telling the world who they were or would like to be. Their exposed expressive eyes were a window to their yearning pleasures.
Outwardly the guests and the party venue were an epitome of elegance, class and respectability. Beneath the false façade, however, there was a different agenda. Each of the couple's role would be different and ultimately a variation on a common and endemic theme… sex and pleasure!
I offered my arm to my partner, as did other paired couples and causally walked arm-in-arm to the Ice House doors. The railings nearby were adorned with twisted white ribbon and white roses in varying states of bloom. The heady perfume of the blooms wafted on the warm breeze and pleasantly teased the nostrils.The music from a string quartet greeted the guests as they strolled through the doors and into the magnificently beautiful vaulted entrance room. The walls to the room were adorned with exquisitely detailed wall hangings depicting a myriad of scenes selected from all periods and areas of medieval history and sexual positions.
The guests were guided forward by two opposing thick ropes strung between paired sets of medieval oak bollards. They were ushered forwards towards the entrance into the central core of the property and into a large Great Hall. The end of the aisle by the hall entrance was flanked by two smartly dressed male concierges, their faces hidden by creatively crafted masks. Their expressions featureless but their behaviour and gestures outwardly respectful. Their words were few and appropriately selected.
An air of suppressed excitement and developing expectancy amongst the guests blended seamlessly with the mixed aromas of expensive perfume and aftershave. There was a hint of interlaced pheromones to generate a truly explosive atmosphere and a cacophony of numerous conversations and distant chamber music.
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The myriad of individual couples drifted across the polished wooden floor. Some began to dance and some gathered in groups to chat. They were forbidden to identify each other though and all abided by this unspoken rule.
The ceiling to the grand hall was punctuated at its third positions by two cut-glass chandeliers. Tall modern uplighters were fixed at around 7ft in regular intervals along the walls. The uplighters were interposed with large wooden frames holding pieces of BDSM art, not to everyone's taste but nevertheless appropriate for the grand hall.
The raised voices and laughter of the guests created an ambiance of bustling excitement. Their attire and unique masks instilled an air of mystery.
Plainly masked and sparingly clothed male and female waiters carried trays of glasses of champagne, whiskey, spirits and wines or a selection of carefully prepared hors d'oeuvres. They spilled in from a single door at the far side of the grand hall and dispersed across the floor and into the various corridors and vestibules that led into adjacent areas of the simplistically decorated building. As the waiters slowly passed among the collection of guests, outstretched hands reached for the glasses or the finger foods. The waiters returned to the food preparation area when their trays became empty and repeated the treks with refilled trays to look after guests.
The Caucasian male waiters were carefully selected by the event's organisers. They were tanned and had beautiful athletic physiques. Similarly the dark skinned waiters included for those guests that preferred their coffee black had similar athletic physiques.
The female waiters were selected regardless of their height but were seen to be pert, slender and with toned figures. Their dress code could be regarded by some as being provocative but by others erotic and stimulating.
The men were dressed in a mixture of various designs of beautifully tailored figure hugging three-quarter length black silk shorts. Shorts that left little to the guest’s imagination. Their bare torsos were covered in similarly coloured waistcoats. They wore soft leather moccasin shoes that matched their attire.
Each of the female waiters, their hair carefully groomed and held in place by a single plainly embroidered black clasp, were dressed in black figure hugging boned bra corsets. The silk corsets were laced at the back by thin black silk ribbons. The loose tails of the ribbons trailing down over their tastefully short black silk skirts. Their legs were sheathed in sheer black lace topped stockings. Their feet cushioned by simple black flat shoes with each shoe being finished off with a tiny black silk bow.
The appearance of both genders of waiters was classy but sensuous and was specifically designed to complement the dress code of the assembled guests. It was a case of seen but not heard as the waiters stealthily circulated amongst the guests disposing of their refreshments as and when required.
As the evening wore on the lighting level was slowly lowered and supplemented by subtle background music that was hypnotic and alluring. The mood of the evening began to change from one of sophisticated elegance to one of sensual mystery.
I looked at my partner and growled softly. She looked ravishing and I guided her to a side entrance that lead to corridors and private dungeon rooms.
Turning around we stood to survey the crowd. I watched the behaviours of the constantly moving throng of guests partying with curious interest. My eyes swept back and forth across the dance floor watching for anything unexpected or out of the ordinary but realistically no one could be classified as ordinary. It soon became readily evident to us both that the mood of the evening was beginning to transform into something a little more playful, more sexy and a more sensual atmosphere.
Many of the couples stood stationary in close embrace with their arms wrapped around each other. Their lips were sealed in sensuous stolen moments with tongues playing and probing. Other couples were gyrating to the tempo of the music, their legs interlaced in their desire to be closer and rubbing against each other sensually.
My partner and I studied the seemingly countless designs of masks worn by the guests circulating around. There were the beautifully manly and strikingly sophisticated black moulded cut-outs to the wonderfully ornate, sensuous and erotic Venetian masks worn by the women.
In one case a women had applied white foundation across the whole of her face so as to provide a complete contrast to the blackness of the lace whilst another had make-up using a vividly coloured blusher to the area of her face than lay beneath the mask. The effects of both was simply stunning and evocative. Other women had coated their lips with graduated shades of lipstick, such as scarlet or emerald green or even black to match the colours of their masks.
Some masks worn by the men were not dissimilar to the head armour worn by the Greek or Roman warriors, the colour indicative of bronze, tin or gold leaf. The shapes were angular and seemingly aggressive in their expression and yet still had an air of mystery, intrigue and power.
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I moved and positioned my body behind my partner momentarily placing my hands on the outside of her upper arms. I stroked her gently partly to provide comfort and reassurance, partly to let her know, I found her attractive. As the hypnotic and mesmerising beat of the music continued with periodic changes in form and mood, I leisurely slid my hand down her arms to eventually rest on the uppermost part of her hips.
I stood there for several minutes savouring the feminine roundness of her body. It was indeed a pleasure for me to touch her and I hoped for her to be touched in such a subtle way.She stood still not yet wishing to display any outward signs of attraction towards me. I wanted to stir her emotion and make her body sexually alert. I wanted her to feel emotions that were raw and almost animalistic in nature. I hoped I would succeed.
I pressed into her from behind and in this embrace we both watched in fascination as the various scenarios began to play out before us. I stood a little closer to her so was in pressing contact with her buttocks. Although our breathing was shallow, it was controlled and quiet but our appetites were developing.
I saw a tall black well-built male and his petite female companion who were leaning against the wall. The black guest lightly kissed and nibbled each side of the woman's slender neck, interspersing these with kisses on her upper chest. He was rewarded when she dropped her head backwards, her eyes peering upwards towards the ceiling. The shape of her breasts flattened under the tautness of her dress as her posture changed.
His black fingers wandered up and down her back tracing her. He grazed his fingers across her small bottom pushing the shiny material up into the crack between her cheeks. She twisted her body in response to his sudden intrusive probing. He wrapped one of his muscular arms around her back and pulled her tightly to his chest almost crushing her lithe body. There was no subtlety to his movements. They were basic and rough but from the petite women's response she seemed to relish his manner.
This interracial couple appeared to care little of the surrounding guests. One of her hands disappeared in between their pelvises and the movement of her arm seemed to suggest the exploration of his manhood. His mouth parted slightly as she gripped him firmly. He grasped the back of her neck, closed his eyes and tightened his grip.
I knew nothing of my partner’s history, her age or even what she expected from the evening but little did that matter as neither of us were at the gathering for a long term relationship.
What I did know though was that little display had excited her. She was now breathing a little more heavily. I wondered if her panties were damp or soaked. I knew she had attended this soiree of her own accord and had thus consented to the promise of the evening being partnered to a stranger where sex was most definitely on the agenda.
She, like all the other guests were here for excitement, pleasure of the unknown.Whilst scanning the crowd of fellow guests I noticed a partially nude male waiter walking across the floor, quickly followed by one of the female waiters who was also topless with her hair now unencumbered and swinging free. Her breasts swayed rhythmically as she walked.
This was certainly going to be an interesting evening indeed.
The more I looked around, the more aware I became of partially nude waiters walking around. Many of the other guests turned their heads as the waiters passed by to admire the stunningly toned bodies and overt sexuality of their servants. Verbal exchanges passed between the various partners that noticed the change in dress and the mood of the evening had turned yet another corner.
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My partner snuggled back into my chest, her mind absorbing the sensations as her hands slowly fondled the sides of my muscular thighs. Her gaze scanned the hall watching the couples and their differing behaviour. Some were intimate now, openly fondling each other. She was in her element as she cherished and watched the sexual human interaction.
Some couples had moved into shaded corners perhaps because of a slight reticence that frequently came from the first experience of such gatherings. Others were in open areas around the grand hall and were more blatant in their actions seemingly enjoying the thrilling experience of being on display to other like-minded people.
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A beautiful women dressed in a long flowing red gown drew our attention. She was passionately kissing her companion. Her exposed slender neck adorned with a single string of white pearls. Her squat mask fashioned gracefully with features of a peacock's feather. One side of the mask was a mirror of the opposing side. Their lingering kisses were passionate and urgent. Her needs for him clearly palpable. She unhurriedly dropped down his body to kneel at his feet. Her head came to rest at the level of his groin. She gazed up to look at him through the oval apertures in her mask and spoke to him. Her words were swallowed by the mesmerizing music that fully enveloped the guests and made it only possible for him to hear her.
She parted her knees to steady herself. The material of her evening dress stretched between her parted thighs. She edged it up to expose her knees and then unhurriedly slid her hands up the front of his thighs. Her hands finally rested together to cover the prominence within his tailored black trousers. She leaned forward so her forehead came to rest on her clustered fingers. The beat of the music pulsing, developing and evolving each moment. Her fingers gradually splayed allowing her parted lips to come into contact with the smooth material of his trousers and the hardness that lay bound beneath. She rested there, savouring his firmness, his shape and his size. Her face rolled back and forth across his manhood as she continued to savour and devour the beauty of him through touch alone.
The scene was sensual and charged.
I enjoyed the show and allowed my hands to rise from my partners hips to her waist, fondling her slowly, then moved higher to caress the sides if her breasts with my thumbs. She did not object and my slow caresses, turned into stronger fondling, moulding her breasts into the palms of my hands.
She was still faced outwards and I relished the softness of her buttocks pressed against my cock.
We continued to watch this couple as the lady kissed his crotch.
He savoured the intimate attention of her then bent forward and, grasping the underside of her arms, pulled her up into a standing position beside him. His hands slid over the mounds of her breasts and gently caressed her unique shape.
I mirrored his movements on my partner and was delighted to hear a soft moan escape her lips. Their nipples hardened beneath the gossamer thin material of their dresses.The couple kissed passionately again, their minds seemingly ignorant of the numerous guests passing by and observing their behaviour.
He dropped his right hand and gently cupped the mound of her womanhood, his index finger moving inwards into the gap between her thighs. He pressed, pulsing in and out in synchronisation with the flow of the music.
I copied his actions so my partner could feel as well observe this obscene behaviour.I saw the woman we were watching, close her eyes and her hands gripped his lower arms. He had found her special pearl and her special rhythm. He had found her weakness and the route to her inner core. He played and relished his find with a brutality she wanted
I in turn, cupped and rubbed my partner’s pussy over her dress with my right hand while my left hand groped her titties. My middle finger found her little nub swollen and hardened by her arousal. I concentrated on that area mercilessly in much the same way as the other man.
His senses, like mine, continued to closely monitor our women’s arousal that was reflected in her body language. The pace of his finger and mine, naturally matching the changes in her responses. The internal charge of both women were lit and inexorably began to build and build.
I shifted my posture so my hardening man hood could grow and rest between her buttocks as I continued to masturbate my partner in full view of many voyeurs.There were embracing couples that occupied the deep shadow spaces in the hall. The subtle low intensity lighting provided a sense of mood and mysticism and, at the same time, partially illuminating the varying states of passion displayed for those wishing to view and not participate.
The voyeuristic couples stood close-by watching, listening, absorbing and some self-pleasuring. Their carnal interest fuelled by those couples displaying their bodies, their mastery and their sexuality. There were the skilled and the less skilled, the teachers, the students, the masters and the subordinates.
There were the couples that were still fully dressed in all their finery and those that were partly clothed and partly naked but in all cases still clad with their mysterious, colourful and glamorous masks. Their toned bodies were in all states of arousal.
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We caught sight of a tall man walking naked closely behind his partner, one side of his face partly shielded by a silver mask punctuated by menacing looking short spikes. His long flaccid member sprang out from his smooth shaven groin in a graceful crescent arc. His shaft hanging down to stunning effect.
My partner caught her breath and subtly licked her lips in envious appreciation as his girth bounced gently off his thighs.
I rubbed her pussy and breasts a little harder to encourage her excitement.
She moaned and I growled into her ear, “Good Girl.”I noticed that a man was watching my partner’s reaction as I groped her and to feed his yearning perhaps, or maybe mine, I unzipped her dress partially at the back, so I could pull it down and expose her full breasts for him.
She groaned as she felt the cool air of the room on her heated skin and the new flesh on flesh fondles on her breasts. I bunched them up briefly for him to see before returning to my rhythmic masturbation of her. Tempering it all the time so she would simmer and not cum until I was ready.
“You are being watched my sexy little slut. Does it turn you on to have your body admired so?” I whispered and let my tongue tease her lobe and inner ear.
Suddenly something caught my eye, I stared in total fascination at a moving picture of pure eroticism. For a short distance away an elegant woman, perhaps in her early to mid 50s. She grasped the hem of her white satin backless dress. She was facing away from me. She slowly lifted up the material to reveal her legs sheathed in white silk stockings to the top of her bronzed thighs and her smooth naked cheeks. She proceeded to ruck her dress up and carefully position it over the depressed curve of her lower back. Her exposed posture both evocative and enticing. She stretched out her hands and placed them onto the curved back of a black velvet settee which was situated at the side of the room. She proceeded to place both of her knees on the settee base and she waited, poised, anticipating and ultimately needing to be taken from behind.
She was a beautiful slut in need of a good fucking and waited patiently for her invitation to be accepted.
I watched, as did my partner, as a tall man moved in behind her, turning partially sideways to her he started to unbutton his crisp white tightly tailored shirt, button by button. He revealed a smooth muscular chest. He briefly turned further around to see who was watching. He was going to accept this invitation.He was on display and he revelled in it. From his confident behaviour it was evident that he was proud of his body and was fully primed and ready for his part in the subsequent erotic unpaid show. He had obviously performed for others before and was eager to do so again.
He shed his crisply ironed shirt and discarded it over the side of the settee. His hands moved to his belt, which he unclipped and retracted from its belt loops. It was similarly discarded onto the settee.His eyes focused on my partner whilst he proceeded to undo the top clip to his trousers and draw down his zip. His trousers dropped down his legs to become a crumpled bundle by his feet which he lifted up and folded over the settee as well. He had quite a few watching him now. He was naked apart from his mask and was a perfect specimen of the virile male sex with a beautiful coffee coloured skin.
The women bent over alluringly in front of him, turned her gaze towards him as if to draw his attention and gasped that she had enticed such a worthy mate.He stepped forwards, his large hands gripping the side of her hips and pushed up the bundled material of her dress so he could inspect his prize along with the voyeurs.
He was rewarded with a very wet and excited pussy baring back at him.The guests watched as the olive coloured man slid his hands up and across her exposed white skinned back and then round beneath her chest. He lightly gripped the wings of her bodice and proceeded to pull them apart allowing her breasts to fall free.
I shifted my partner to my left side, held her closely to me but still allowed her to see their show. I inched up her dress to bunch at her waist, exposing her very wet crotch and with my left hand from behind her, I probed in between the cheeks of her bottom and caressed her slowly. My fingers burrowed into the gap between her thighs. She turned slightly to help me and parted her legs, like a good little slut.
She had her naked breasts pushed in my direction. I could easily mouth and spit on her nipples anytime I wanted. Her beautiful evening dress was nothing more than a bunched up belt at the moment. Her pretty panties were wet through and pulled tightly on her mons as my fingers explored her crevice from behind.
The performance near us was incredible. The sight of this beautiful couple about to have sex made my partner and I, feel extremely aroused. I desperately wanted to have her but was equally torn with the overwhelming need to watch this couple perform in public.
The olive skinned man stood tall with his legs a foot or so apart. The audience watched as his cock began to thicken and rise from its depressed resting pose. His balls hung in a tight pair below the base of his shaft. In a matter of seconds his manhood became fully engorged extending upwards to finally rest on the crack between the woman's cheeks.
The woman shuddered slightly as his heavy manhood touched her. The man gripped his thick shaft with his hand and started to squeeze and massage his hardness, the details of its head becoming more pronounced as his tight grip constricted the blood flow.
We watched with deepening eagerness as the man lifted his heavy cock off the woman's bottom and began to guide the knob in between her glistening pussy lips. She let out a loud throaty sigh as his girth stretched her lips apart. She leaned purposely backwards against him as she slowly accepted the full volume of his beautiful cock.
He gripped her pelvis firmly. His fingers were embedded behind her hips and without any subtle lead in, he suddenly began to fuck her, thrusting fully in on each stroke. There was no tenderness in his actions. Love and tenderness were far distant. His actions were simply sex at its rawest and most basic. He was fucking a slut who had offered her pussy.
The smell and sounds of sex filled the room. It was an intoxicating heady mixture and one to fuel the needs and desires of those watching this base performance.
My partner gripped me tightly and reached up to kiss me. Her intention and needs made very evident by the blatancy and urgency of her kisses. Our joint arousal had reached a point where neither of us wanted to or even had the wish or desire to hold back. I pushed my fingers into her pussy and began to explore her wet, tight pussy from behind.
I wanted more and in my eagerness to possess my partner, I manoeuvred her across the room to a solid white wooden table set against a wall that had been used by guests but had discreetly been cleared by the waiters.
The show of the couple could still be seen by us both and as we moved we continued to watch the man's tight buttocks pump back and forth in his rapid fuck rhythm. The women's cries and involuntary groans were physical proof of the exquisite pleasure that he was giving her.
The woman grasped the back of the settee tightly to counteract his vigorous thrusting.Her face was screwed up tightly as he bottomed out, reaching the deepest point in her and then she exhaled when he withdrew, only to thrust in again. She was in sensuous heaven and any thoughts of anyone watching her were cast from her mind long ago.
My partner felt so turned on. Her skin was now bathed in perspiration. Her pussy was drenched and she was sluttily writhing on my fingers. The thought of having sex in front of other sexually charged guests felt incredibly erotic, even empowering and invigorating to us. The mask was giving her an added sexual confidence never known before.
The part of her face exposed below her exquisitely laced black and emerald green mask formed into a sexy smile. It was meant to tease, it was meant to entice and it was meant to get my attention.
It did all three.Her lips parted to reveal the moist tip of her tongue which she drew across her lower teeth. She stepped back from me, so my fingers were no longer engaged with her pussy. She then tipped her head downwards and watched as she slid her hand down across her pelvis. Her fingers clustered to form a tight arrow shape as she reached out to slip her index finger in to her panties and in between the top of smooth hairless folds. Her legs parted slightly.
She lifted her head and stared directly at me. Her expression changed. Her vulnerable eyes closed to small slits as her fingers played in her velvety moistness. It was incredibly erotic and I was transfixed.
She plunged two fingers inside her folds to seek out her sweet spot. Her twinned fingers gently flowed back and forth squeezing her swollen bud in a slow sensuous rhythm. I watched fascinated.
She reached out with her spare hand between our close bodies. Her developing smile told all, there was wickedness in her mind. She released my cock from its hiding place, slid to her knees and with her mouth opened, she slipped her lips around the large head of my shaft. Eagerly her head bobbed up and down on my hard flesh.
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After a short time of enjoying her lips around my cock, I grabbed her hair and face fucked her.
I knew though, that a new mysterious mouth such as hers would soon bring me to orgasm so needed to pace myself. I decided, after the initial rush and indulgence, for a controlled restraint for now. I pulled her up and pushed her fervently against the table.
Her bottom slid up onto the table top. I looked into her eyes silently asking for permission to take her. She responded with a secret little consent smile and slowly slipped down her panties, spreading her legs wide.
My thoughts had pondered on what her womanhood would look like and now I knew. My eyes stared lewdly. She was smoothly shaved, wet and inviting. I could see her lips and swollen clitoris protruding from her sexy little hood. She was a beautiful rose that I wanted to show off.
I pushed her legs wide open and allowed the gathering crowd behind us to visually explore her pussy.“Can you see all these strangers looking at your cunt?” I whispered and she moaned softly. Her pussy flushed visibly and the increased moisture glistened in the low light.
I enjoyed her display. Her tits were still bared with nipples fully erect and her pussy was openly on show to all who looked. She was uncharted territory and everyone around wanted to see her sluttiness. Her one arm outstretched over her tummy and her tiny fingers started to explore the contours of her cunt. She naughtily spread them open and revealed the entrance for her audience.
This was too good an opportunity to miss. I moved forward and buried my face in between her legs, tongue fucking and eating her out hungrily. My tongue slid across her vulva from her perineum to her sensitive rosebud. She shivered under my skilled lingering caresses. Her hands grasped my head to hold me still but my tongue continued its exploration of her engorged bud, along with its hood, now fully retracted to expose its sensitive surface.
I felt the urge grip me. It was an almost uncontrollable primal need to have this woman whose parted thighs beckoned me.
My cock was all ready for her. I had left my cock out throughout her display and wonderful mouth play.
I could smell her perfume mixed with the aroma of her sex. I breathed in deeply, taking my fill.As I stood up, we both heard and saw the interracial couple behind, enjoying their public display. The woman was now laying on her back on the large settee. Her legs apart with her feet planted on the leading edge of the seat. Lying over her was her stunning naked partner.
We watched the incredibly erotic act of them fucking. There was no other way to describe their actions. He was rough but she willingly responded. Through his parted legs we saw his darker shaft slide rapidly in between her reddened engorged sex.Her pussy lips folded and responded to his welcomed invasion. Her sweet uncontrolled and involuntary sighs and moans were a testament to his prowess as her lover.
I looked at my own mysterious partner and we both knew immediately. She needed to be fucked.I didn’t bother undressing. It always turned me on more when I stayed clothed and my woman was stripped or sluttily obscene as she was now. Everything in the room around seemed to fade into a mist of obscurity.
Our thoughts and senses focussed purely on the moment. Her parted legs, her sex wonderfully exposed for my pleasure and indulgence and my cock erect and proud. She leaned back on the table, grasping the underside of both of her knees. She lifted her legs and closed her eyes waiting for me to spear her.
She felt me move in place between her raised legs and place my hands on the table either side of her hips. My hot breath played a dance across her face. Her level of anticipation and expectation was almost painful and too much to bear.
The next few fleeting seconds were truly exquisite as I made a single slow thrust deep into her body. She was my slut now. She was a new fresh pussy squeezing on my cock.
New pussy was always exquisite but this was more so with the hidden identity of both. The masks made it more exciting if that was possible and the fact, I was fucking this stranger in front of people just heighted the taboo a little.
I was fucking this mysterious woman and intended to make her remember this moment and every time she did, I wanted her pussy to tingle at the thought.I stayed still inside her, pulsing my muscles. The initial beautiful thrust of my cock forced waves of pleasure through her entire body. She caught her breath and opened her eyes wide. She saw the sex haze of the room and the swath of people that had collected around to watch.
She clenched her pussy on me. My cock filled her sex so amazingly. She savoured the feelings that she had yearned for so long, feelings awakened that she recalled from past lovers.I thrust in to her slow and lingering. My pubis ground against hers as I bottomed out each time.
Then gradually over a few minutes my speed imperceptibly increased. My thrusting was accompanied with primal grunts and groans as I sought to bring her to her first orgasm. Beads of sweat dripped from my forehead and chest onto her exposed tummy. She was glistening too from her own exertions.She was totally absorbed by her rapidly changing emotions and sensations that arose from being fucked by a new and mysterious lover.
Feelings that coalesced and seemingly evolved with every passing minute. The pleasure I gave her was absolute and seemingly infinite as my cock found sweet spots inside that she never knew she had. Thrilled feelings of being watched and admired by several pairs of unknown eyes washed over her in sinful waves. Excitement that those same eyes had visually caressed her intimately and knew of all her nudity and her sexual arousal that was usually hidden. She basked in the naughtiness of her exposed nudity here and yet in their normal life, no one would ever know. May be they would wonder though…This new found naughtiness caused her to whimper and stifle her cries of pleasure as I repeatedly pushed my thickness into her wet orifice. With an animalistic lust, I took her over and over again much to the delight of the watching crowd.
I squeezed my hands around her waist, repeatedly pulling her pelvis towards mine in an attempt to force my engorged cock into her deeper and deeper. Sometimes I broke my grip to stroke and grope her breasts, hips and tummy.
She in turn lustily clawed at me, her long fingers digging into my shoulders and arms, unable to find a balance between the pleasure and greedy need of it all.
Soon her body could take no more, she began to show signs that she was about to cum. Her movements intensified, her muscles contracted randomly and her breathing became rapid and shallow. Her face contorted as her mind flooded with extraordinary and overwhelming pleasure.
Finally, her body took over and she erupted into a powerful, moaning climax as I continued to fuck her. Her jerking was uncontrolled and flowed in powerful waves throughout her being.The sound of wet sex filled the room as I ploughed into her. Climax cream drenched and smothered my cock as more and more of her juices seeped down, wetting the underside of her cheeks and pooling onto the table.
I reached around, below her bottom and found her tight rosette. My wet fingers probed and rimmed her, never going inside, but just exciting the nerves at her rear entrance.It was like she was hit with a cattle prod. She bucked and clenched with excitement and let go small wicked squeals followed by sensuous throaty groans. Her inner sexual tension began to build again. Suddenly her orgasmic waves peaked and she dissolved into another explosive and noisy climax. Her pussy muscles involuntarily gripped my shaft as I continued to fuck her. She convulsed until eventually lay calmed on the table.
Now I could let my restraint go, it was my time for ultimate pleasure. She lay there prone as she recovered her breath and I fucked her with unbridled passion.
I rammed into her and then she upped herself on to her elbows so when I was deeply inside her, her lips were near my ear for a brief moment.
She whispered in my ear, “I belong to you. Anytime you want, you can take my panties off!”Those words hit a cord with my most base instincts and it drove me to thrust even harder. I could wait no longer, my simmering balls and pelvic muscles suddenly contracted.
I felt my life force shoot up from the core of my body through my shaft and right on target into her body. My thrusting became uncontrolled as the last vestiges of my insides seemingly exploded from me.
We collapsed together onto the table. Our sexual and physical energies dissolved and dissipated for the moment. Some of the assembled couples then began to behave to create their own shows. Some were suitably stimulated to fuck, others wanted to watch some more performances and others just wanted to fondle, tease and masturbate.
My partner and I were going to rest and eat before enjoying more of the evening.
This unique party continued on while the outside world were completely oblivious to the events that were taking place that evening. Of course, inside this great Ice House, the mysterious couples played and indulged in each other to their heart’s content with the safety net of knowing, their identity was safe and not known.
(I hope you all enjoyed this story and hope it’s the start of others taking part in this topic. Please feel free and write your own experiences and fantasies of attending this party. It will be fun to read and may inject some life into the story section and Ice House)
THE BALL
As I reviewed the elegant invitation again I still felt a sense of indecision. It had been a long time since I'd attended such an affair. I was alternately filled with consuming dread or excitement. There was a reason I'd stopped attending, a very good reason. Closing my eyes I fought those thoughts of him and the tears that always followed. With a deep breath and forced resolve I decided this may be just what I needed to begin again. My hands were shaking as I put the invitation back into it's envelope and slipped it into my purse.
The lobby was busy with new hotel guests arriving and I recognized a few well known faces with famous names. I could'nt help but wonder if they also held an elegant invitation in their pocket, and smiled at the prospect. If things went as planned I'd never know. I checked for messages and the desk clerk handed me a small slip of paper that only said “Lunch” I turned and headed towards the elevators having left the note on the desk. There would be no lunch tomorrow. I would not even respond. If he was smart he would not be expecting one.
Kicking my heels off as I entered I was calmed by the room the hotel had reserved for me. Having stayed there many times before they knew I desired a room with windows that did not face any other building. I disliked closing my blinds. I preferred to rise with the sun as it brightened the room. The bed had been turned down and the wine left to breathe. After setting my things down on the desk I poured the deep red Cabernet into a crystal glass and took a sip before noticing the single red rose in a vase near the bed.
My mind immediately went to the “Lunch” note. Not a question. A statement. Or was that the error of the person taking the message down? I wondered why I bothered to even contemplate such things as it mattered little. I had stopped being available to him when he had stopped being available to me. If I was going to go to this Ball tomorrow night there would be very little time for lunch. He had been the one to set the rules of priority. As was my nature in relationships I listened well. That is not to say I had not whined about it. He knew I was unhappy yet did nothing to change it. A woman always knows when her position of priority had changed and yet he claimed it hadn't. The beautiful perfect rose, as nice of a touch as it was, had thorns.
As I sipped my wine I flipped through the catalog of dresses the designer had sent to me. Each were exquisite, with matching masks and heels. This was going to be a very difficult choice. Restless I walked to the window and looked down on the street below. As I stood there lost in thought my phone began to ring and I ignored it. I was not playing a game of cat and mouse. My goal was not to make him chase me. I knew he played no such games and only chased the woman who had caught his eye, not the one he already had. I also knew he would not continue to try for very long. As my absence gave him time to fancy himself elsewhere. I will love that man to my last breath but I have tired of crying myself to sleep over him. I also knew he would be at the Ball. I prayed I could avoid him but knew it would be impossible. My heat for him could find him in a room of 100 men without having to search. All I had to do was close my eyes and I would feel him. The perfect match in every way. Although I had my suspicions over what had changed it, every woman knows, he'd just not found the words to tell me. And I had asked. Many times. Taking a deep breath as the tears formed yet again, I poured myself another glass and ran the water for the bath I had been looking forward to all day. It, and the wine, would help me to sleep through the night.
I woke with a start to the knock on the door telling me that coffee had arrived. I stretched full out as I told them to use their key to enter. As the smartly uniformed elderly gent entered the room I slipped into my robe and sat near the window where he was placing the array of fruits and coffee. He left silently with a smile and a nod. I checked my cell for messages. 3 missed calls but only 2 messages. Both from my assistant at the office. It was going to be a busy day. First was the dress. A choice had to be made and the order placed shortly.
I wanted no feathers or sequins for this gathering even though it would be quite appropriate. I wanted my body to decorate the dress and scream sex from across the room. No need to hide the purpose of the event or my eagerness to please and be pleased. On the very last page was the dress I was looking for. Cut to the belly button where a beautiful beaded gem rested and accentuated the small waist. It was almost completely backless with two slits up to each mid thigh. Beautiful and delicate lace thigh highs, strappy very high heels and an amazing mask were paired with it. I placed my order and realized I was now more than excited. I was wet with the anticipation. I knew from past balls that only the skilled were invited. The organizers had a reputation to uphold after all and never wanted anyone leaving unsatisfied. Smiling I returned my calls to the office and leaving instructions that I would be out of pocket for the next 24 hours. I was not to be disturbed. Under any circumstances. My male assistant chuckled and cheekily told me to have a good time.
As I stepped out of the shower the girl I'd hired to do my hair was waiting in the room. I wanted my long raven hair up, yet messy, with small sections falling round my neck. She did a marvelous job. As the sun began to set out my window I realized the time to leave the room was close and panic began to rise. I rang for a whiskey and it arrived at the same time as my dress. I allowed myself time to sit and stare at it as I sipped the much needed whiskey. I was not a stranger to these types of gatherings. I had only considered them part of my past. It should be easy to slip back into them but oddly it was not. At least not yet. I started with the mask as make up had to be applied around it…and not much of it. A bit on the eyes and bright red lipstick and it was done. The dress fit like a glove yet leaving enough room for comfort. I clipped on the long gold back chain to drape my back. Out of respect the collar would not be worn tonight and with the thought of it my breath caught again and I pushed the thought away. The gold cuffs on each wrist remained. I practiced in the heels and took a last look in the mirror. I'd carry no purse tonight. Only the invitation. As I closed the door to my room I heard my phone ringing inside and I turned towards the elevators. My resolve perfectly in place. I never settled for second place.
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