{ASS}AnnD"Masks"MF,FF(2/4)
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by Ann Douglas
(ann_d...@hotmail.com)
Part Two
Once in her room, Taylor decided to take
a little nap. The Costume Ball didn’t start until
eight. That gave her more than a few hours to
kill. Stripping down to her underwear, she noted
that the room she had been given was a lot better
than her apartment. She didn’t want to even think
about what it would normally cost per night.
She undid her bra, dropping it onto the
floor. Strong fingers massaged her rounded
breasts, bringing back the sensation she sometimes
lost when her bra was too tight. Mentally she
made a note to buy some new ones, but knew that
there was always more demand on her paycheck
than she could afford.
“Enough of that.” she laughed as she
dropped on the still made bed. “I’ll worry about
everything else on Monday. This weekend is for
having fun.”
Stretched out semi-nude on the bed, she
closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. In her
dreams she could imagine that this life was hers
for real.
“Oh God, it can’t be morning already.”
Taylor groaned as she rolled over on the soft bed
toward the ringing sound that had disturbed her
slumber.
It took a few seconds for her to grasp that
it was the phone and not her alarm clock that was
ringing. The realization that this wasn’t her
apartment a brief moment later snapped her fully
awake.
“Hello..?” she said into the receiver as she
lifted the phone.
“Good Evening, Ms. Foster.” said a
lyrical voice over the phone. “You asked for a
reminder call at six forty five.”
“Oh yes, I did, didn’t I? she remembered.
“Thank you very much.”
With renewed energy, she bounced off the
bed. The nap had been a great idea. Now she felt
like she could go all night.
“Well as I’m sure Cinderella once said,”
she laughed. “It’s off to the Ball I go.”
Taylor closed her eyes as she stepped into
the shower and warm water splashed against her
skin. It felt great after her nap. She was as excited
as could be about her little adventure. There was
such a forbidden nature about it all.
Running her hands down her soapy body,
down between her legs, Taylor discovered she
was aroused. Normally she didn’t get that way
again until a few days after she and George had
one of their marathon screwing sessions. Yet as
she played her fingers over her body, she suddenly
felt as horny as if she’d been celibate for a month.
“Must be the new me.” she laughed to
herself. “Hope I find a cute guy tonight to take
care of my itch. But just in case...”
Taylor again stroked her breasts, bringing
her pert nipples to a familiar hardness. As always,
her touch felt so good. Soapy hands glided down
across her slim stomach, finding their way to the
light brown bush below. She continued down
between her legs and then around to the cheeks of
her ass, leaving a soap trail of bubbles in her
wake.
Taylor let out a soft sigh as her fingers
rubbed against her mound. Running her other
hand across her firm breasts once again, she gave
them a playful squeeze.
With a practiced hand that began to learn
it’s skill when she’d first masturbated at 13,
Taylor parted her vaginal lips, quickly finding the
prize within. Closing her eyes, she leaned back
against the wall and began to rub herself.
"Oh yes." she purred as a familiar tingle
spread out from her cunt. "That feels nice."
She slid a finger up within herself,
followed by a second and a third. It was a poor
substitute for a hard cock, but it would have to
do.
It wasn't long before she was furiously
pumping her fingers in and out, stoking the tiny
flame between her legs into a roaring fire.
The warm water had turned to hot, filling
the bathroom with steam. The heat of which
paled to that radiating across her quaking body as
her fingers caressed her love canal in an orgasmic
frenzy.
With water running down her face, her lips
let go a quiet sigh. Taylor felt her legs and arms
go weak as repeated waves of delight rippled up
and down her naked form.
Long silent moments, broken only by the
splatter of the shower drops, passed as the
brunette rested against the now warm tile. The
water washing away the traces of her climax.
“Oh that felt good.” Taylor said as she
filled her hands with water and splashed it across
her face.
Wrapped only in a towel, she stepped back
into the room. Taylor opened her bag and laid out
the costume she had brought with her. It was the
outfit she had originally planned to wear to
Monica’s party. Not for the first time, she
wondered if perhaps it was a little too daring for
an upscale party like this one.
“What the hell,” she concluded. “It’s too
late to get a new one now.”
Undoing her towel and tossing it on the
bed, Taylor changed into her third identity of the
day.
The costume, what little there was of it,
was a bright flaming red. Appropriate enough
considering who she was supposed to be. The
hem of her skirt ended less than six inches below
her crotch, showing an amount of skin only
exceeded by the amount of cleavage a very
plunging neckline exposed. The thin material
clung tightly against her braless breasts, holding
them in place and at the same time, displaying all
their charms. You didn’t have to get too close to
see the outline of her nipples pressed against the
fabric. Hanging from beneath her skirt was a
short, forked tail. On her forehead, held in place
by spirit gum, were two small horns.
“You little devil you.” Taylor laughed as
she looked at herself in the full-length mirror on
the back of the door.
As a final touch, she pressed a small
raccoon type red mask against her face. That and
a small pitchfork completed the ensemble.
Turning around to check her rear
reflection, Taylor saw that any onlooker would
have little trouble telling that she had left her
panties behind with her bra.
“Might as well live the part,” she laughed.
“What’s the worst they can do to me, ask me to
leave?”
She walked out into the hall and called for
people already there to hold the elevator. The
doors of which were already closing.
“Thanks,” Taylor said to the woman in
the 1920’s flapper outfit who had held the door
for her.
“No problem.” came her reply.
“Nice costume.” Taylor said.
“Yours too.” the flapper said, taking the
time to really take in what Taylor was wearing, or
what she wasn’t wearing.
Turning to the other woman behind them,
Taylor no longer worried about any improprieties
of dress. It was impossible not to stare at the
well-endowed redhead. She was going to the
party as Eve, a costume Taylor remembered
Debbie Thomas wearing last year. Unlike Debbie,
this woman wasn’t wearing a bodystocking. In
fact, aside from a smile, all she was wearing was a
g-string shaped like a fig leaf.
“This party is going to be more interesting
than I thought.” Taylor concluded.
The Ballroom was already filled with at
least a hundred people when Taylor stepped in,
with more coming in. She paused at the
organizational table and took note of were she
was sitting. Thankfully she didn’t see Sanura’s
name at either her table or any of the surrounding
ones.
Making her way across the crowded floor,
Taylor took note of all the various costumes.
There were people dressed up as animals and
characters from movies. As well as fantasy
characters and even superheroes from the comics.
There were even folks just made up as different
professions.
“I could have come as a beautician,”
Taylor laughed silently as she spotted her table,
“But I think the devil has a lot more fun.”
Finding her cardboard nameplate, Taylor
took her seat. There were six other costumes at
the table, which she took in one at a time.
First there was Snow White, right out of
the Theme Park in Florida. Although Taylor
doubted the one at Disneyworld was so well
endowed, or put so much on that endowment on
display. Next to her was a woman in the
traditional French maids’ outfit. A version of
which, like her devil’s garb, left little to the
imagination. Then came an older woman dressed
as Cleopatra.
Sitting across from Taylor was an
Asian woman in an outfit that reminded her of an
old time Charlie Chan movie. The woman’s hair
was done up in a bun and a decorative, red
mandarin style dress seemed to be spray painted
onto her body. When she moved to get up out of
her chair to shift her tail, Taylor noticed the slit of
the dress ran from her ankle almost all the way up
to her waist. It took a third look to realize it, but
the woman in the mandarin dress was Mei-Ling
from the front desk.
On the far end of the table was a black
woman in a cheerleader outfit, decked out in blue
and silver. Sitting next to her was another blonde,
with a white dress that made her look just like that
famous photo of Marilyn Monroe. Finally next to
Taylor was a harem costumed Jeannie right out of
the old TV series.
“I don’t believe this,” Taylor said to
herself as she finished her circumference out the
table. “There’s not a single guy at this table.”
Looking over at the table behind her, it
occurred to her that there were no men there
either. A funny feeling began to form in the pit of
her stomach.
“I know I passed some guys at that table
over there.” she reminded herself as she looked
back in that direction. ‘The ones dressed as the
Construction Worker, the Scarecrow and the
Pirate.”
That funny feeling exploded as she realized
that all three of them were women as well.
“Oh shit,” she said under her breath as she
realized what kind of party this really was. “I
never would have guess that Kathleen was a ....”
“Excuse me, would you like to dance?” a
soft voice over her shoulder interrupted her
toughest.
“What?” Taylor said as she turned in the
direction of the voice.
“I asked if you would like to dance,
Kathleen isn’t it?” said the woman in surgical
greens as she read the nameplate on the table.
Taylor thought about it for a moment.
She had said she wanted to have an adventure --
wanted to be Kathleen for the night. Looking at
the short haired redhead before her, she decided
that Kathleen would definitely dance with her.
“I always wanted to date a Doctor.”
Taylor joked as she rose to accept the invitation,
wondering if the thirty something woman might
really be one. The outfit seemed real enough.
“I’m Janice.” she said as she took
Taylor’s hand in hers.
Out on the dance floor, it felt a little funny
at first to be dancing with a woman. To have her
hold her as a man would. Then as they got caught
up in the rhythm of the live band, having feminine
flesh pressed against hers didn’t seem as strange.
When Janice pulled her even closer, Taylor could
feel the woman’s hands through the thin fabric
covering her ass. Taylor could see the delight in
her eyes as the doctor discovered her lack of
panties and slid one under the skirt to caress bare
flesh.
“My, you are a devil.” she whispered into
Taylor’s ear as her fingers touched her tightly
cropped mound. “And a wet one at that.”
Taylor should’ve been horrified at the idea
of another woman touching her pussy, or so she
told herself. But tonight she was Kathleen, and
that was perfectly acceptable. Even when she felt
Janice’s lips press against hers at the end of the
dance, she willingly accepted the offering.
“I enjoyed our dance.” Janice said as they
began to walk off the floor.
“So did I?” Taylor replied.
“Maybe we can have another one later on”
Janice said.
“Maybe.” Taylor mused as the two
women parted.
Taylor didn’t go right back to her table.
Instead she found a spot where she could watch
the rest of the dancers. They all did seem to be
having fun. If she ignored the fact that they were
all women, it looked like any other club she’d ever
gone too. And she had to admit, it’d been a long
time since she’d felt this excited.
As she scanned the crowd, looking at
some of the more interesting costumes, Taylor
stopped when she saw that of the woman moving
toward her. Wearing a long, very long, body
length blonde wig and nothing else, the subject of
Taylor’s attention had come as Lady Godiva. As
abundant as her costume hair was, it did little to
actually cover what had to be a near perfect body.
Every time she moved, her hair would shift yet
again, exposing another part of her to view. It
was a captivating sight and it was obvious from
watching many heads turn, that Taylor wasn’t the
only one who thought so.
“My, I’ve had a devil of a time finding
you.” said the woman who unexpectedly stepped
in front of Taylor, blocking her view of Godiva.
“Hi Sanura.” she said as she recognized
the face that went with the voice.
True to her profession, Sanura now wore
the uniform of a security officer, but not the sort
you’d find on the job. Her hat was standard issue,
as was her short sleeved blouse, except that
enough buttons were open to give everyone a
plentiful view. Instead of a skirt or trousers,
Sanura wore matching blue hot pants. The badge
on her uniform had been custom made and read
pussy police.
“We didn’t get to have our drink.” the
policewoman said.
“I took a nap and slept the afternoon
away.” Taylor offered in way of explanation.
“Can I make it up to you with a dance?”
“Well it’s a start.” the black woman said.
Out on the dance floor, Sanura held Taylor
even tighter than Janice had. Taylor could feel the
policewoman’s breasts pressing against her own
and her nostrils filled with the sweet smell of her
perfume. The song the band was playing was a
very old tune, exactly the sort of thing made for
slow sexy dancing.
“I guess this is how a guy feels.” Taylor
thought as she felt the heat of Sanura’s body.
“Not a bad feeling at all.”
Taylor felt the older woman’s lips brush
against her cheek, much like Janice had done.
Then she went a little further and slid her tongue
along the groove of her ear.
Caught up in the moment, Taylor tilted her
head and kissed Sanura lightly on her lips. The
tangy taste of her bright red lipstick was a much
different sensation from when she kissed George.
Sanura kissed Taylor back, her lips just a
little more forceful. Just enough for her to slip
out her tongue and press it against Taylor’s
mouth. The second time she did it, the brunette
opened her mouth just enough to let it make
contact with her own tongue. The spark when
they touched was electric.
“I have to confess,” Sanura said as they
broke the kiss and continued to dance. “I was
quite taken with you the moment I saw you in the
lobby.”
“You were?” Taylor said surprised.
“I’ve always had a weakness for pretty
white girls. I know it’s not very politically
correct, but then again I’ve never been a very PC
kind of person.” Sanura went on. “But when I
saw you, I just wanted to pick you up and take
you to bed. I hope that doesn’t shock you?”
“No, it doesn’t” Taylor said. In fact, she
was surprised to find that the statement actually
kind of excited her.
“Good, I’m glad it doesn’t.” Sanura
smiled as she ran her index finger down Taylor’s
back.
“Are you wet?” Sanura whispered into
her ear.
The question took Taylor by surprise.
Before she realized it, she had answer in the
affirmative.
“Am I making you wet?” Sanura asked
again.
“Yes.” came the whispered reply.
“Do you want me?” Sanura asked as she
slid her hand between Taylor’s legs and stretched
a dark finger across her pussy. A pussy that was
far wetter than when it had been touched a short
time before.
“Do you want me?” Sanura finally asked.
Taylor’s head was spinning. Everything
was happening all too fast. She had to remind
herself that she really wasn’t Kathleen Foster.
That was only a mask she was wearing, no more
real than the devil costume she wore.
“I want to rip that costume off you and
make love to every inch of your body.” Sanura
said loud enough for several of the women
dancing closest to them to hear. “I want to make
you come so bad that you can’t stand.”
Taylor looked at the women around her
who had heard the comment. None of them
seemed surprised or even embarrassed. If
anything, two of them seemed envious.
She looked back into Sanura’s dark eyes.
It was as if she had fallen under some kind of
spell. She had never been in a situation like this
before. With guys, she had always been the one in
control. She had always been the one to decide
what was and wasn’t going to happen. Now she
found herself looking down a path she knew was
forbidden, but was drawing her further down it
with each heartbeat.
“Do you want me?” Sanura asked for a
third time.
Taylor couldn’t believe that the voice that
answered was her own. Or that the voice had said
yes.
The answer had been barely a whisper, but
Sanura had heard it as if it had been broadcast
over the hotel’s public address system. She
stopped dancing in mid-step and took Taylor’s
hand.
“Follow me.” Sanura said as she led the
little devil off the dance floor.
As she stepped away from where they had
been dancing, Taylor heard one of the women, a
40ish redhead in a nun’s habit call after her.
“Go get her Honey.” she said.
Still in a daze, Taylor wondered why she
didn’t feel the least bit embarrassed as she walked
off the dance floor, every pair of eyes on her. Or
so at least she imaged.
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