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By *60h2021 OP Man
16 hours ago
Shrewsbury |
Maggie dragged me upstairs to the room she had with John. We burst through the door to find him struggling with a bow tie in the mirror. "Here" said Maggie "let me do that". She stood in front of John and expertly tied his bow. She grabbed his crotch, kissed him hard on the mouth and commanded "Now bugger off downstairs and play snooker with the boys while we get ready!"
John threw his hands up in mock surrender "Yes, Boss!, Right away" he mocked as he beat a hasty retreat through the door.
"Jessica, we rather sprang this on you at the very last minute. I've called in some favours and have borrowed some ball gowns. I wasn't sure if you would have anything? I also called into my dear friend Sharon's shop. She owns Blushes the lingerie place in town. She has given me some suppliers samples that she had knocking about in the storeroom. They should fit, you'll need something a little, well, delicate than your usual underwear".
I was nearly in tears, it was kind of M and so typically her to be this thoughtful. She pointed to row of garment bags "shall we see what you think of these? she questioned pulling down the bags zip to show me a gown, We got them all out, they were beautiful. I held them up against me. One was amazing, I stripped off and tried it on. The neck line plunged and showed off my tits and there was a thigh high slit to show off my legs. It fit like a glove and the blue complimented my eyes. Maggie gasped "Oh, Jessica!!! That is perfect, now look at the lingerie."
I quickly slipped the gown off and opened a massive bag of lacy bras and knickers. There were a myriad of colours and styles. They were gossamer thin and so sexy. I had no idea where to start. My usual bra and pants were functional and ok for jeans and normal clothes but too thick and chunky for the gown. I gave Maggie as pleading look and she took the bag from me. She sorted through "No, No, No, No, Maybe, No, Maybe, Yes, Perfect!"
She held up a completely see thru pale blue strapless bra and matching suspender belt and a tiny pair of knickers. I tried the bra on. It fitted perfectly, holding my boobs in just the right place. I went to put the knickers on and stopped. "What's up?" Questioned Maggie. I replied "Oh, there's a fault in these, the gusset is missing!"
Maggie nearly wet herself laughing "Oh! Jessica, darling! That's the design, they are crotchless!"
"What! They make pants that don't cover your fanny. I mean pussy?" I exclaimed.
Maggie nodded "They are very sexy to wear, it gives one an enormous confidence boost to have your pussy bare in public. And if you get off with someone tonight you'll make something else enormous too when they you in your underwear!"
I giggled, whatever next I thought?
We hurriedly got our make up on, did our hair, strapped ourselves into our silky undies, popped on our gowns and shoes and we were ready. It only took two hours. "Oh, by the way" Started Maggie "It's a masquerade Ball, you'll need this" Passing me a mask. I slipped it on my face. The open crotch panties already making me feel super sexy, the mask heightened this. I felt like I could be as naughty and wonton as I pleased and no one would be the wiser.
We glided down the staircase to the Ballroom. People stopped to stare at us. I caught my reflection in a huge mirror. God! Without wishing to sound to vain, I looked absolutely fucking amazing!"
The Ballroom was already busy, a hubbub of voices talking and laughing and music playing softly. Men were stood with their jaws on the floor as we passed by.
Maggie spotted John with a group of guys, chatting and laughing as only guys can. She marched up to him. He spun abruptly and bowed before her. "Darling, I've just been singing your praises!" He said. He did look a bit guilty actually, I think one of the other guys had warned him with a nudge that she was approaching. Maggie Hmphed " A likely story, take me to dance. And you boys make sure you dance too, this young lady is in serious need of being whisked off her feet!" She said pointing at me.
The men were clamouring to dance with me. They took me to the dance floor in turns. Some were good movers, others not quite so and the odd one or two obviously felt too uncomfortable in social situations. I thanked them all with a curtsey.
They all asked my name but I wouldn't tell them and I hushed them with my finger to their lips if they tried to tell me theirs. My pulse was racing, I'd never felt so wanted. I could feel my nipples rubbing on the sheer bra and getting very hard. My pussy lips were glowing red hot, just a thin strand of material either side of my lips with the rest bare felt incredible.
One of the guys that danced with me moved with such grace and poise I thought he was probably gay, he wasn't my usual rugger type build chap but lithe and athletic. The music turned to a Samba, he held me firmly as he span me around. I felt his cock pressing into the thin material of my gown. The heat of it against my tummy. He made no apology for it like the boys at the local disco would. He danced on with a disinterested smile. Moving perfectly and leading me through the dance masterfully. I felt incredibly aroused. His touch and smell were electrifying. The dance ended, I tried to speak. He Bowed before me and marched away to dance with another lady. I soon had a new dance partner but although he was tall and broad his touch was no match for the other chap.
Dinner was served, it was amazing, the room beautiful the food magnificent and the drink endless. I made sure not to get too d*unk. I didn't want to spoil the night by ending up with my head in the toilet.
We danced on after the food was cleared, the music a mix of old and new. Everyone having a great time . I kept looking for my favourite dance partner but couldn't spot him. An then, there he was striding out of the Ballroom and up the stairs. I ran after him, running as fast as my heels would let me and then kicking them off so I could run faster. I saw him enter a room, I followed, going through the door and slamming it behind me.
The room was huge, draped in black silk, music playing softly. There was a group of men stood by a bar area, drinks in hand. Still wearing their masquerade masks, but not dinner suits. Now they had leather pouches on and nothing else. A women strode forward wearing a leather Basque, thigh high boots and no knickers. She had a riding crop in her hand. "You worms! Eye's front!" she barked.
All the men snapped to attention staring straight ahead. "Ah, Jessica. We've been expecting you. You will address me as Mistress. Now out of the gown, Chop, Chop!" She whipped the crop at one poor guys crotch. He stood with tears in his eyes but didn't make a sound. I was transfixed, just staring open mouthed. She barked again "Jessica!!!!"
"Yes! Mistress" I stuttered. I stripped off the gown, and stood there in my see thru bra and crotchless panties. My pussy pulsing with excitement, a blush of juice on my slit.
"God, she's like a bitch in heat" she exclaimed. The men spoke as one "Yes, Mistress. A bitch in heat".
"Right men, assume the supine position" she commanded. They lay on the floor. "This is the first quest, you have 5 minutes to lick the bitches slit. Who makes her cum wins. Jessica, get that dripping cunt on this mans face now!!"
I was to shocked to disagree, I squatted over his face. He grabbed my thighs forcing me down till my hot mound was pressing onto his mouth. His tongue got busy, he'd obviously done this before. The sensation was incredible, his tongue moved on to my clit. I writhed around in ecstasy.
A bell pinged. "Next face" the Mistress barked. I unsaddled, lowering my now dripping sex hole onto the next head. He was ok at licking pussy, not as great as the first guy. So I rode his face, grinding my clit on his nose. The bell pinged, I was away juice dripping on to his face as I got up.
I wasted no time seating myself on the next one. He was pretty good, I could've let my self go and come on him but I wanted to sit on all six faces. So I held off, the bell pinged and I was on the next willing mouth.
He put his whole tongue in my very sloppy twat, and that tongue was very long, I swear I felt him run it around my cervix. It came out of my pussy and sought out my anus. He ran it around my puckered hole, forcing it in. It was like a snake had made my secret places it's home. It was incredibly sexy. I could've stayed on it all night. Ping!
I was onto the next face, I was pretty sure this was John, I recognised his after shave. He was superb at oral, I really was close to cumming on his tongue. Ping!
The last face. I recognised the mask, it was my mystery dancer. I sat on his face. His hands griped my bum cheeks pulling me onto his mouth firmly. His tongue whipped around, probing my sensitive places. It was like he'd read a road map to my most erogenous zones. I felt the tension rising from my clit, through my belly. My boobs ached with pleasure, my nipples on fire. I heard someone screaming. A fountain of juice sprayed out of me. Drenching his face. The mistress shouted "Drink up, drink up worm!" The guy opened his mouth wide, I did my best to aim into his open mouth. Honestly, it went everywhere! His eyes, over his head, on his chest. I need more aiming practice!
He drank what he could gulping it down.
"The winner, number 6!" The Mistress snarled. "Number 6, you'd better be able to do that to me next time! Or else"
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