Black Masque (MF)
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Deb receives a mysterious invitation to a masquerade ball, and jumps at the chance. Donning a slutty costume, she heads to the ball and meets a mysterious stranger with black skin and tremendous prowess that surprises and satisfies her!
This story contains: m/f foreplay, sexual intercourse, passionate kissing, oral sex and a mouthful! More
The ambiance was exciting, and the mystery of the whole thing had gotten me a little bit hot, but everything seemed rather tame for a party where women were wearing underwear and there were a good number of men wearing tuxedos with no shirts under their jackets. One gentleman in particular had caught my eye a few times. A few inches taller than me, he was dark skinned and had short, curly hair on top of his chiseled face. The mask he wore was a half-face sort of thing with a huge red plume coming out of the top.
His tight dancing slacks were well fit to his tapered waist, and his tuxedo jacket covered a muscular, strong torso. That was no different than most of the men here though. What set him apart was the sequined bow-tie he was wearing, and the detached shirt collar he had under it. He looked like something out of a Chippendale’s show, but something about him, in this environment with that costume; well I was probably getting a little wet just thinking about the guy.
While I was daydreaming and admittedly staring directly at him, he glanced up at me for a split second. Although his gaze did not linger, I was certain that I saw him flash a quick, sex-charged smile. I looked away out of momentary embarrassment, and as soon as I turned back, he was out of sight.
Frustrated, I walked back over to the bar but before I could get the bartender’s attention, I noticed a curtain swish as though someone had just walked behind it. I’m not sure what made me follow, but I am very glad I did. When I parted the curtains and slid through into the dark storage area, I thought I was alone. Feeling sheepish, I was about to go back into the ballroom when I heard, “I have been watching you all night long,” from my left.
Turning, I saw him. The ebony skin on his chest caught the silver of the moon shining through the side windows as he approached. Through his mask, I could see the lines of his cheekbone under dark, sensual eyes. “What should I call you?” I asked as I inhaled his aroma.
His reply was to take me in his strong arms, and hold me against his chest, meeting me with his hot breath and full lips. The soft skin around his mouth gave under my kisses and he lifted me off my feet and whisked me away from the curtains, to the back of this room he had led me to. As he gently put me down, he kissed me again on the mouth and then traced the line of my jaw first down my chin and then back up. I felt a crackle of excitement surge through me when he pressed his warm lips to the sensitive skin behind my ear. He must have noticed how I squirmed because he ran the tip of his tongue from where he was kissing down to my chin and then up the other side. He kissed down the side of my neck to my collar bone and then traced that to where my cleavage started. The soft bristles of the hair around his mouth excited the pale skin on my chest.