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The building itself was a large, grand looking country house, white in colour, about forty minutes from where we lived. I stepped out of the car provided - there was a fleet of cars picking up from local hotels to allow people to drink safely - and stood for a minute or so, looking up the 50 yard or so path, lined with pumpkins and cobwebs between the bushes and shrubs, to the grand front doors. These were about twice the size of a man, one of which was partially open, I could tell, but not enough to allow anyone to see inside. I'd deliberately arrived fairly early. I wanted to ensure I got plenty of time at the party, partly in case Erica wanted to leave early, but to ensure I got to experience as much as possible either way!
Crunching up the path in my ancient-style sandals, I was able to hear creepy piano music emanating from the partially open door, as well as a few voices. I was glad to not be first to arrive!
A suited butler in the small foyer inside the door checked my name and offered to take my phone and wallet. I'd left my wallet at the hotel, with free drinks provided throughout the event, however I had brought my phone, just in case. We'd agreed that unless Erica wanted to leave earlier, to meet at the front of the house at the end of the night, so I shouldn't need my phone, but there could be a bit of a crowd, so had decided to bring them as a backup.
"Enjoy, Sir," the butler wished, completely straight-faced, as he handed me a glass of champagne, and I stepped through the inner door. The main entrance hall was something out of a film - the wide marble steps curving outwards at the bottom dominated the centre of the room, with a number of sofas and chaise-lounges mostly occupied around the rest of the large room. It was brightly lit, though I could see a lot of the rooms leading off from here had much dimmer lighting, which was more what I'd imagined from this sort of event.
Not that the bright light of the entrance hall seemed to be preventing the party from getting started, of course. Even as I stepped in, my cock twitched in anticipation as at least three of the seating areas were occupied by couples... or small groups... engaging in oral sex and mutual masturbation. Not to mention small groups watching each activity as they sipped their drinks. The piano music was live, I noticed, a young looking man dressed as a vampire bringing forth music, while a beautiful looking witch lay across the top of the piano itself, stroking her hands gently over herself, dwelling slightly between her legs, in anticipation of what the night may bring.
I was pleasantly surprised to see that the masquerade really did provide fairly strong anonymity. Most were wearing masks which covered all but their mouths, and I wouldn't have been able to pick out anyone I knew unless they had a particularly distinctive mouth feature. I wondered then if any of the women I knew were attending might be here yet. I didn't think so... Erica and Alice wouldn't be there for a while yet, I was certain, and Holly and Nat weren't exactly known for their punctuality when we'd been on staff nights out!
Taking another sip of my drink, I wandered over to join a group of three by a chaise-lounge, two women, dressed as Cleopatra, with a minimum of white material covering a lovely, pert chest and a very short wrap around her waist, and a witch, whose boots almost reached the top of her thighs, where her arse was barely covered by a tight black dress which was as low cut as it was high riding, her navel on show only a short way above where the dress ended, and a man, dressed in a fireman's uniform.
The trio were watching appreciatively as Tinkerbell sucked the cock of a Roman Centurion, her pert arse and very neat, shaven young pussy (from sight I immediately thought this woman must be early twenties) on show under her extremely short green dress as her mouth slid up and down what looked an average sized penis.
I watched the girl (I'd decided she was fairly young, after moving round to see what I could of her face) for a few minutes, feeling my blood begin to redirect to my cock, before deciding to see what else was happening in the early stages. A couple of other people had arrived as I watched. A policeman had joined the trio watching Tinkerbell, and I joined a second group of observers at the same time as a blonde haired nurse with a stunning pair of breasts who'd walked in as I left the first group.
Turning my attention to what had attracted this particular group of voyeurs, I felt the blood start to flood south as I watched a beautiful, dark haired army private knelt with her face buried in the lap of another dark haired pirate woman, who in turn, was eating the pussy of a beautiful, blonde smurfette, who had clearly painted her whole body blue under her white dress. Without doubt, I'd never been so attracted to a smurf before! I only took a couple of minutes watching this threesome of women for my cock to stand at full mast, lifting the front of my kilt and exposing me to the party. Not a problem of course... very much the whole point, in fact, I reminded myself as I looked across and noted the nurse I'd spotted had her hand under her dress, as did what looked like a school girl and teacher combination of women, while every man in the group had at least a semi-erection, whether visible as mine was or within the confines of trousers.
Not wanting to get too committed, too early, I spied another, smaller group near a chaise-lounge by the bottom of the huge stairway. Strolling over, I plucked another drink from the tray held by a waitress in a short, white dress as I passed, replacing it with my empty champagne flute.
As I arrived at the group, I was met with the sight of a pretty, blonde french maid, her hair up in a bun, on her knees between two men, a caveman and a naval officer, her mouth alternating between their two cocks. While, again, the scene was enough to keep the blood flow firmly in my own cock, I decided not to try and join in. I couldn't help wondering if the women "getting the party started" in the main entrance might have been paid for, and while I don't judge people whose life takes them into that life, I felt like I wanted to find a partner... or group... elsewhere for the moment. Leaving the maid with the caveman's erection firmly lodged in her throat, watched by a couple of men in suits... secret agents or the like I presumed, and a policewoman and short-skirted robber who I thought might have arrived together, I stood fairly central and looked around for a minute or two as I took another drink (perhaps I was experiencing a little nervousness at my first experience of these parties, I admit).
Glancing back over to the second group I'd visited, I felt the smurfette, currrently gasping loudly as she ground herself against the face of the pirate, was probably most likely to be a genuine guest, of the small groups I'd witnessed so far, but the party was certainly beginning to fill up, with a wide array of Hallowe'en costumes spread around the room. Amongst the multitude of men in suits - dressed as Men In Black or other secret agents I had to assume (a lack of creativity for the event, I felt!), and a number of vampires and witches, were a couple of other Roman legionaries, a fair number of camouflage-clad soldiers (male and female), Wonder-woman, Captain America and a few other Marvel or DC comic inspired costumes, again from both genders, and plenty of your standard role-play costumes among the women - nurses, policewomen, maids etc.
Around the room, there were still plenty of people watching the show being provided I'd already seen, as well as what looked like a fourth group that had started up around what looked like it might be a couple of guys. Fair enough, but not my cup of tea. There were a few couples heading into the more dimly lit side rooms, so I decided to see what was going on in one of those... after I collected another drink (ok, I admit, I was feeling the nerves a bit, and really wasn't sure of the etiquette on getting involved, so I thought a drink or two might help, although my fourth this early hadn't been the plan!).
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Braveheart himself!" A chuckle followed the words, spoken in a soft scottish accent, as did a hand on my arse. I turned to find myself face to face with an unorthodox nun, her hair covered by the traditional veil, but, as might by expected, the rest of her nun's habit was a bit less conservative. Twin shoulder straps didn't spread more than four inches thick as they travelled down her slim body, covering her nipples and part of each breast, although her perfectly shaped d-cups (I estimated) still showed plenty. The straps didn't join as they stretched down to meet her pleated skirt, which itself was only about a foot long, covering her hips and maybe a couple of inches down her toned, athletic thighs. The rest of her body was equally athletic looking, with a smooth tummy below the prominent chest complemented by a pretty smile under her black eye mask. At a guess, I thought she seemed younger than I, maybe in her mid twenties, though it was impossible to tell with any certainty.
Her hand had stayed pressed against my skin as I turned and now cupped my testes as she spoke again, eyeing my obvious erection. "Enjoying your... freedom, I see, my Scottish hero."
I merely smiled at her, as her hand slid up to grasp my length. As a celtic warrior, I could see the mistake she'd made, but right now I really didn't want her to withdraw her hand if she found out I wasn't scottish!
