~ The Ball ~
by A. Hawk and Shadylady
Disclaimer: Here's a Halloween story with a twist. For mature audiences only. We hope you have as much fun reading it as we had writing it. The characters are totally a figment of our sick minds.
Comments welcome: the_dark_huntress69@yahoo.com or the_shadylady_629@yahoo.com
Early morning October 31, 2003:
"You promised you would take off on time to go to the Halloween party with me," grumbled Casey as she lay in bed watching her lover, Jillian, dress for work.
Jillian hesitated just a bit, and then lowered her head. She knew that she promised Casey she would go to this party and she knew what it meant to her. However, Jillian also knew that as far as this new project at work was concerned, she had no choice.
"I'm sorry baby. I really am," said Jillian sadly. "I know how much this means to you but, I can't get around it...all I can do is to promise to get out as fast as I can."
Casey looked dejected but she knew how important Jillian's job was to her... lately it seemed to impede upon their time more and more.
Unable to control her self further, Casey rose up in bed, letting the covers fall from around her. Crossing her arms with indignance, Casey fumed, "It seems that we never have time for one another any more. Your work is always more important than I am."
"How can you say that when you know what I am doing is for us," Jillian stated angrily. "Why are we even arguing about this? I need to go." Jillian picked up her jacket and stormed out of the room.
Casey was furious. She understood perfectly that Jillian's career provided them with more than they could ever have hoped for. What she didn't understand was why it took so much out of their relationship; why Jillian would even ALLOW it.
Casey felt sad for a moment because she didn't want to seem unsupportive, but dammit what about HER feelings and what she wanted. She rose out of bed, walked over to the dresser, and ran her fingers lightly over the pale orange envelope that was lying there. She tapped it gently, picked it up, opened it, and began to read.
Come if you dare...
You are cordially invited to a party,
But not just any party,
a masquerade ball
Please feel free to wear whatever costume you chose
(the kinkier, the better)
However, be warned, no matter what you chose,
wearing of a mask is
Mandatory.
The place: the Dungeon...
Date: 10-31-2003....
Time: 9 o'clock p.m.
For the ultra curious, the unveiling will commence at midnight.
See you there.
Casey had missed so many previous events due to Jillian's commitment to her job. I'm not gonna miss this one, I'm just not.
Early Evening October 31, 2003:
Jillian stood, twisting the kinks out of her back from where she had been bending over the blueprints all afternoon. Her thoughts turned to Casey and the disagreement that had sprung up this morning prior to leaving for work. She looked at the phone, picked it up and considered calling Casey. Knowing Casey was probably still angry at her, she decided not to place the call. She gently set the receiver back into its cradle, turning away and running her hand through her hair in frustration. She turned, looked out the window, and sighed deeply. Do I really want to be here? No, I want to be with Casey.
As she turned to pick up her jacket to leave, her boss poked his head into the office,
"Reece, I need you to finish this contract tonight or we'll lose it. Have it on my desk before midnight?"
The door clicks closed; Jillian realizes she is stuck in the office for the rest of the evening. She walks over to the phone and calls Casey.
Casey shut off the water to the shower, stepped out, and pulled on her robe. She walked toward the mirror while towel drying her hair. She got out of the shower a little faster than usual because she thought she heard the phone ringing. Now, she heard nothing.
She took a deep breath and thought to herself, "I don't know why I rushed. It was probably just Jillian canceling out on me again. I won't even bother to check the machine."
Casey sat in front of the vanity in the bathroom. She began getting ready for the party. She styled her hair, applied her makeup and sprit zed a dash of Cashmere as she walked out of the bathroom cutting off the lights, noticing that she still had a little time before leaving. She walked over to the chaise, sat down, and flipped through some magazines to pass time.
Glancing up Casey noted the time. Seeing it was getting close to eight thirty and knowing the party started at nine, she went to the closet, opened the double doors, and took out her costume and mask. She slipped on sheer black thigh high hose trimmed with red lace. She slid her feet into three-inch red stiletto pumps bringing her trim, athletic five foot eight inch frame to nearly six feet. Reaching out, she lifted up the red A lined skirt and dropped it down over her head, settling it snuggly on her hips. Next, she tied the sexy triangular red top over her bare breasts. Finally, she draped the flowing red cape over her wavy dark brown hair, letting settle on her shoulders. This completed her look as Little Red Riding Hood.
Now all that was needed would be to grab the red mask off the table by the door on her way out.
That night at the party: October 31, 2003
Casey drove onto the street that would lead her to the party. She'd noticed a lot of traffic coming from the direction that she was going. As soon as she turned the corner, she realized why. There were cars everywhere. People in all kinds of costumes waited around in droves all with one thing in mind, entry into The Dungeon. If it weren't for the excitement she felt driving to the Dungeon, she would have screamed, turned tail, and run. As it was, her curiosity got the best of her and she couldn't wait to get in.
Twenty minutes passed and she was finally able to give her key to the valet, who was dressed very, very nicely in platinum shimmery tights, a full-face mask, black shoes, a cloak and nothing else. She felt a little apprehensive about giving him the keys, but figured why fight it? It didn't seem to stop anyone else.
Before she entered the doorway, where two people, a gorgeous golden haired man paired with an equally gorgeous female who also had blonde hair, stood to greet her, Casey placed her hood on her head. The mask that she picked up as she left the apartment, framed her face so well that it looked like a shadow after the hood was in place. However, if one looked closely, they would see her brilliant grey eyes shining through the mask.
Casey allowed her eyes to sweep the room and noted a bar near the back corner of the extremely grandiose room. Yet even with the room size, it was still packed with people in various forms and styles of dress. It was enough to make Casey's head spin. She knew the Dungeon was full of all kind of attractions, she just never realized the extent. And this is just the front door. She mused a bit nervously.
As she made her way across the room, the drumbeat began to fill her body with its pounding resonance. The crowded condition of area made it impossible to move from one section to the other without brushing against another person. Excitement and gaiety shimmered around the room as patrons gyrated wildly to the music playing. Overhead lights constantly strobe giving a unreal aura to the entire chamber.
Casey moved toward the bar, fighting against the jostling bodies, using her elbows to push her way forward through the increasingly dense crowd. Moving up to the bar, she orders a Sapphire martini. As she goes to pay for her drink, a voice from behind says, "Don't bother, it's on me."
Upon hearing the rich, sultry voice, Casey turned around and looked into the sexiest pair of Mediterranean blue eyes that she had ever seen peeping through a black mask. Casey noted also that the stranger's face was framed by deep, wavy, auburn colored hair that flowed behind a long neck and highlighted the brilliant smile that shone from her face.
The stranger reached out, lifted Casey's hand, and kissed the back of it gently. She then leaned into Casey, saying, "Hi, my name is Morgan."
"Hello, I'm Casey." Casey paused for a moment then remembering her manners said, "Thank you."
"My pleasure," replied Morgan as she glanced at Casey's figure incased in the soft red velvet costume.
Morgan, still holding Casey's hand, leaned toward her and asked, "Would you care to dance?"
Casey had some reservations but pushed them aside as she took a step toward Morgan, smiled at her and said, "Yes."
Casey and Morgan alternated between the dance floor and the bar for the next hour or so.
Casey's initial self-consciousness in dancing with someone other than her girlfriend faded, as her attraction for Morgan grew.
The beat of the music picked up and Casey felt herself pulled into Morgan's strong embrace. Casey now stood with her back toward Morgan. She felt Morgan's hands slid down her waist and caress her thighs. Casey pressed her hips backwards, melding her ass to Morgan's pelvis. She could feel Morgan grinding against her.
As Morgan pressed harder, Casey began to respond, her body flushing with sexual tension. Her breasts tightened against the soft top causing her nipples to press against the material. She felt a heat rising from her nether regions. Morgan trembled as she kept her hands on Casey's thighs. She could feel Casey's hips pressing harder into her pelvis as the dancing continued. Casey groaned inwardly as she felt Morgan's strong hands on her thighs. She then felt her body being spun back around and this time when she came back in, she was staring directly into deep blue eyes.
Morgan leaned into her closely and whispered softly but firmly "Come with me."
Casey was helpless to resist, she felt Morgan take her hand and lead her off the dance floor. In a moment, they were in a darkened corner of the room, hearts racing, and breaths catching.
Morgan looked over Casey's frame and from her feet to the top of her head. Her deep blue eyes settled on Casey's lips. She slowly moved her face closer to Casey's and ran the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip.
Casey's body trembled at the contact and she closed her eyes and gave into the feeling. She felt a dampness start to pool in her nether region. She leaned closer into Morgan and felt her lips captured in a searing kiss that swept a white-hot heat all through her body from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. She could feel Morgan's desire for her coming off in waves and she wanted to feel more.
Morgan wasted no time in wrapping her arms around Casey and pulling her body closer. She kissed Casey on the lips, hard. Morgan could feel Casey wrapping her arms around her waist and pulling her closer. Morgan deepened the kiss and made a move to part Casey's lips with hers.
DAMN she tastes good. Morgan thought as she swirled her tongue inside of Casey's hot and wet mouth. She took a step forward and pressed Casey against a wall, while at the same time pressing her body tighter against hers.
Their bodies molded together as they continued to kiss and hands roamed everywhere. Casey could feel every curve and muscle that Morgan had, even in her legs. She was on fire. Just kissing Morgan had her so hot she could barely stand. In her mind, it was just she and Morgan. She was totally oblivious to her surroundings. She just wanted more. Of everything.
Morgan could not take any more. She broke the kiss, both of them stood looking into each other's masked eyes, and the confirmation was made. Morgan led Casey up a set of hidden steps. They moved up the steps as fast as they could, trying not to run over the people on the stairwell. Once upstairs, Morgan went down the hall to the last room on the floor. The door was closed. Morgan knocked once then waited. After hearing only silence, she and Casey stepped in.
Casey was in awe, the room glowed with candlelight. Everywhere orange and black candles surrounded them. The windows were covered with black and orange lace window dressings and in the center was a double king sized canopy bed. Morgan circled around her and locked the door behind her. Casey in her nervousness rolled her eyes upward and noticed for the first time the opulent mirror that was placed over the bed. Morgan came back in front of Casey and took her hand gently in hers. Morgan took a step back and Casey followed suit.
Morgan kept backing up until the back of her knees touched the bed. She then sat down and pulled Casey into a tight embrace, again capturing Casey's lips with hers. This time, Morgan ran her fingertips gently of Casey's neck, then down to gently cup her breast before moving her strong hands down to caress Casey's firm round ass.
Casey moaned into Morgan's mouth, and moved her hips to grind into Morgan's groin. She could feel Morgan trailing her hands down her body even as Morgan lifted her short skirt and placed her bare hands on Casey's backside. Casey began to move her own hands down the front of Morgan's billowy pirate shirt and untie the strings that held it together. She felt underneath Morgan's skin and could feel the soft smoothness that was her enchantress.
Casey moved her hands deeper inside the shirt, slowly parting it. She then placed her hands over Morgan's breasts and cupped them. She ran her thumbs over pert nipples and sank to take a nipple into her mouth.
Morgan let out a guttural moan as she felt Casey's tongue swirling and pulling at her breasts. SOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOD she thought as Casey began to flick her tongue faster and faster over her hardened nipples. She ran her hands over Casey's back, laced them through her dark tresses, and pulled her closer. Casey responded by swallowing more of Morgan's breast into her mouth. Casey was about to move lower when Morgan placed her hands on the side of Casey's face.
"Wait..." she whispered. "I want to see you."
Casey backed away from Morgan and placed her hands on her hips.
"If that's what you want..." Casey replied saucily "...then take me."
Morgan reached her hands out and traced Casey's collarbone where she fingered the ties to her cloak. She yanked on the string and let the cloak fall to the floor unceremoniously. Then she moved her hand closer to Casey's breast and unfastened the tie that held her top in place. Morgan peeled it back gingerly allowing it to join her cloak on the floor. Morgan knew that Casey was beautiful. She noticed that the moment she walked in the door. What she didn't know was just how beautiful Casey was.
Morgan sat enthralled by the soft curves of the voluptuous woman before her. She was fit no doubt. However, she was also delicate; Morgan's perfect picture idea of a woman. She then stood to her full height and in front of Casey. Casey's breath caught at the nearness.
Morgan lowered herself in front of Casey, running her hands over her waist then hooking her fingers into her skirt. She pulled the skirt down in a singular movement, taking time to smell the heat coming from Casey's loins. Morgan smiled inwardly at the matching velvet g-string and garter belt, accompanied by sexy lace trimmed thigh highs. She rose up and turned Casey around so that her back was to the bed. Casey brought her hands to her face as if to remove her mask but Morgan stopped her.
"No. Leave it on."
Casey smiled and lowered her hands, then felt Morgan grip her waist firmly and pick up her up placing her carefully on the bed. Casey shifted her body toward the center as she watched Morgan slip out of her costume. Removing her pirate shirt, wide belt, skin tight black suede pants, and long cuffed pirate boots. Casey was stunned. Morgan was beautiful. She had well toned and muscled legs, a taut stomach, and a gorgeous ass. Casey could hardly think to breathe she was so mesmerized. Casey almost jumped when she felt Morgan's hands on her feet.
Morgan felt Casey jump and smiled alluringly at Casey. She then removed each of Casey pumps kissing both of her feet delicately and placing the shoes on the floor. Morgan then crawled in bed and straddled herself over Casey, placing her leg between Casey's thighs.
She lowered herself and kissed Casey's bottom lip. She then began to suck it into her mouth as she moved her thigh against Casey's G-string covered pussy. Casey arched her hips, rubbed her vagina against Morgan's leg, and began to slow grind. Morgan gingerly placed her full weight on Casey and pushed back against Casey's writhing woman hood. She could feel Casey building herself to an orgasm and just as Casey's body tensed, she pulled back.
"No love, not yet." Casey whimpered as she fell back on the bed. Morgan was driving her crazy. She couldn't figure it out and she couldn't resist. All she knew was that she wanted her...NOW.
Morgan felt Casey's anxiousness and not being able to hold back herself, kissed, and licked her way down Casey's body. When she came to Casey's garter belt, she traced the edge of it with her tongue. Taking care to nibble and suck on her navel before tracing the same trail again. Morgan reached down and unhooked the garter from Casey's stockings. Then she pulled herself up on her knees and took Casey's g-string in her hands. Morgan pulled them down motioning for Casey to lift her hips off the bed.
As Casey lifts up, she looks at Morgan with pure lust in her eyes, entreating her to fuck her. Soon. Casey watches as Morgan lowers her head to her pussy. The next sensation she feels is pure heat. Casey feels Morgan parting her nether lips with her hands and blowing softly on her hardened nub. Casey then feels Morgan's lips as they wrap around her swollen clit as Morgan sucks it into her hot mouth.
Morgan ran her tongue over Casey's slit. She lapped, sucked, and drank Casey's dripping nectar, working her tongue inside of Casey deeper and deeper. Morgan wrapped her arms around Casey's thighs and pulled her closer. She began to swirl her tongue around and around Casey's hot opening faster and faster. She started to work her tongue in and out faster and faster, feeling Casey grind her hips against her. Morgan felt Casey's orgasm building for a second time that night and just as Casey was about to cum, she drove two fingers deep inside Casey's pussy.
"AHHHHHHHH FUCK YES!!" Casey cried as she rode Morgan's fingers faster and slammed her body down on them harder. Her body contracted as her orgasm spilled into Morgan's mouth.
Morgan kept licking, sucking, and thrusting her tongue into Casey's hot pussy. She was in heaven and wanted to savor every bit of Casey's nectar. In an effort to do so, Morgan pulled her fingers out of Casey's pussy and ran her fingertip over her hot clit. Casey was floating. Morgan's mouth felt like a siphon on her hot clit. She didn't think she had anything left to give but feeling Morgan manipulate her clit was enough to bring Casey closer to the edge.
Morgan again felt Casey tensing, as she sucked and rubbed Casey's' clit faster while maintaining an easy pressure. She wanted Casey to feel this second orgasm just as hard as she felt the first. Morgan teased Casey's pussy lips as she kept twirling and twirling her finger around Casey's center of desire. After 5 more minutes of this Casey relented.
"PLEASE!!! Morgan....don't.......tease.....me" she panted between harrowed breaths. Morgan gave in. She clamped her mouth on to Casey's' clit and pulled once..HARD. Then she took Casey's clit in her fingers and twisted while she drove her tongue inside Casey's pussy.
That did it. Casey came hard and fast. She locked her pussy against Morgan's mouth and buried her hands in her hair, forcing Morgan's face impossibly closer to her pussy.
Once she calmed down, she could feel Morgan crawling up beside her, wrapping her arms in hers. They kissed deeply for several minutes. Casey could taste not only herself, but Morgan's essence.
Then the bell sounded. Midnight. Time for the unveiling.
"Are you ready?" Morgan whispered quietly.
"I think so." Casey replied nervously.
Morgan smiled, turned away from Casey, and began removing her mask. Casey did the same.
Then they looked at each other for the first time.
"Oh my God!!" They both exclaimed.
Casey rolled over, drawing back in shock as she realized the woman lying beside was Jillian's sister.
....to be continued?
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