Music pulsates around us as we enter the decadent surroundings, the heavy base seems somehow at odds with the elegance of the setting. The scene is grand, yet slightly ostentatious, a sweeping staircase draws our eyes upwards to a balcony which affords a spectacular view of the foyer below. The chandelier, hanging in the centre of the ceiling, throws out rainbows as the light refracts through the glass, the chequered floor beneath our feet leads into a sophisticated lounge, where all around us masked party goers move to the DJ's track, writhing and grinding to the rhythm. They're all well dressed, the invitation specified evening wear, men in sharp, tailored suits, women in gorgeous evening gowns; all are wearing striking masks of some kind to disguise their true selves. Suddenly I feel an incredible rush of excitement as we watch them dance with abandon. I know why they're here. I know why we're here. We silently snake our way to the bar and order drinks.
The atmosphere is electric, my mind involuntarily wanders back to the taxi ride, where we'd put on a show for our driver...A smile plays across my lips as I recall your fingers slipping inside me, stroking me deftly till I came knowing he was watching me in his rear view mirror. I realise I'm wet thinking about sucking your cock and you sliding me onto your rock hard dick...I'm jolted back to the moment by your familiar, sexy voice whispering suggestively in my ear, you run the tip of your tongue enticingly up my neck, I shiver. I adore your touch and hearing you describe, in intimate detail, how you'd lick my pussy drives me wild. Your voice is thick with desire, I want you so badly and you know it, you can read me so well...you trail your fingers slowly over my collar bone feeling my breath shorten in anticipation. You're controlling yourself. You're controlling the urge to push me hard against the bar, one hand around my throat and the other in my knickers. I know you want me. My breathing quickens. I can't help myself whenever I'm near you, I'm intoxicated. I want to give in to you, submit to you; yield to you. Reading my mind you place your finger under my chin lifting my gaze to yours, your intensely blue eyes twinkle mischievously, you kiss me passionately and I press myself against your broad chest, your strong arms wrap around me and I feel safe, ready for the excitement that I know lies ahead of us...
We're drawing glances as we break apart, neither of us care, we enjoy having people's eyes on us. You revel in having both men and women staring openly at me, it ignites a spark in you and I adore watching your body language shift as you trail your fingertips down my now tingling spine, making it clear that I belong to you. I'm aware that the dress I've chosen shows off my curves to perfection, the sleek black taffeta flatters and enhances my figure. It's floor length, the neckline can only be described as plunging and the thin straps that hold it in place seem somewhat fragile and delicate. My necklace is a slender ebony cord, made from soft leather. It loops gracefully around my throat and the violet feathers at the end of the strings dangle tantalisingly between my ample breasts, it is an invitation. The back of the dress, in contrast, is modest, the fabric clings in all the right places and the height of my satin heels allow it to fall just short of the polished floor.
I'm aware of the slightly predatory way in which our audience is viewing us, it's exciting. The charcoal suit you're wearing reminds me of a debonair secret agent, the cut of the jacket accentuates your muscular shoulders and your lithe waist. Almost subconsciously, I stroke your arm, you smile charmingly at me, and select a cocktail for me which I sip slowly whilst watching the people around us. My eyes fall on a small group of attractive men, there are four of them. All wearing masks. My own mask is exquisite, I designed it myself, it's not quite a mask, more facial art; it is an intricate collection of lace and butterfly wings printed onto black latex which adheres directly to my pale, ivory skin. My sexy, sea green eyes are lined dramatically and my full, pouty lips are stained a vibrant scarlet, with my straight, dark hair falling past my shoulders and my blunt fringe I look like a fantasy gothic creation. Your mask is striking, yet simple. A defined line of shiny obsidian latex runs across your face horizontally, from cheekbone to brow-bone, against the black your calm, azure eyes seem almost mesmerising.
The group of men seem to have picked up on the subtle signals and nonchalantly saunter across the room towards us. The music seems to fade slightly allowing for conversations and arrangements to take place. People are separating into more intimate groupings based on unknown commonalities or desires. The masks the men are wearing are distinctive and colourful. Three of the men are dark haired. The other is a dirty blonde. Their identities will remain unknown but the disguises allow me to distinguish them from each other. The tallest of the four is dark, he has a rough beard and green eyes which are fixed on me from behind his stylish blue mask. He begins to talk to you as I watch the others. The blonde is wearing a red mask, more detailed yet still masculine. The shortest and stockiest of the men is possibly the most interesting, judging by his choice of mask, it's clearly based on a jaguar, the print runs across his skin and it seems to suit his animalistic gaze. The oldest of the men is more conservative in his black and gold eye mask; it's fun for me to imagine their fingers and mouths teasing me. I begin to join the small talk, and before long the chat turns sexual.
I'm enjoying the flirtation, the attention and the intention behind it, you catch my eye momentarily and an unspoken message passes between us, you make the suggestion and I can tell instantly by the looks exchanged between the men that they won't hesitate to take you up on your offer. You leave briefly to make the necessary preparations. Almost as soon as you're gone the mood changes, the dynamic shifts and I find myself in the centre of these attractive strangers, I'm incredibly turned on and as the man in the blue mask moves in to kiss me I respond instantly to his advances. He tastes of whiskey. He pulls me to him, I sense how much he wants me and as his hands roam over me I feel a second man behind me, I turn instinctively to kiss him, it's the blonde, he squeezes my tits as the man in the black and gold mask turns my head and kisses me himself, the short, stocky guy presses himself up behind me and I feel his hard cock against my arse. I slip my arm up around his neck, so the length of my back is on his chest, he pulls my hair gently, I moan quietly, the other men are all over me, their hands groping me, their mouths on mine. At this exact moment you return, the look on your face is one of pure lust, and, as you watch me, I make full eye contact, holding your gaze. You can see how turned on I am and dominantly step in front of me, you kiss me deeply and lead me away, urging the men to follow. I'm wet with anticipation, my heart is pounding and I know that all you want to do right now is slide your cock into me...