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by Pamela Christine


  Tom eased his hands under his thighs. I smiled to myself; I had begun to like this authority. I moved closer to him and straddled his legs, lowering myself onto his knee. He freed one of his hands and touched my leg.

  “No,” I said. I grabbed his wrist and moved his hand away. “You’re not listening to me. No touching.”

  “But I need you, Alex,” he whispered.

  “Not till I say.” I moved away from Tom and turned my back on him again.

  I slipped my fingers into the waist of my black pants, teasing him, slowly sliding my fingers up and down the edges. I started to remove them, rolling them down my legs. Tom wanted me so bad now and I was loving it. I stepped out of my pants and turned once again to face him. I pushed the straps of my black opaque bra down over my shoulders and unhooked the back, as my bra fell to the floor Tom moved towards me. Now just wearing my stockings and stilettos I pushed him back into the chair. “You must wait.”

  “I can’t, Alex, I want you now,” he murmured.

  I placed my hands on his shoulders, moving myself towards him, my breasts almost touching his lips. His tongue was searching for my nipples, but I moved back quickly and smiled down at him. I lowered myself to my knees in front of him and slowly undid the zip on his trousers. By now he was practically drooling. I held his cock in my hand, so hard and ready for me, as I was for him. I stood back up, stepping backwards till I felt the bed behind me.

  Laying on my side on the bed, I looked over to Tom.

  “What now, Alex?”

  I slowly ran my hand from my knee along my leg till my fingers felt the warm flesh at the top of my stocking. Just as I began exploring my aching body, Tom said, “Al, I need you now.”

  “No, now you undress for me, Tom.” He quickly began to take his clothes off. “No, I mean slowly, like I did.”

  “Aww, come on, Alex.”

  I began to laugh. Tom had undressed in no time and his lips were soon touching mine.

  Every inch of my body tingled in anticipation of what was coming. I felt intoxicated by the familiar smell of his aftershave and I could feel his hands slowly moving their way around my body, heightening my already charged senses. His fingers caressed me like they had known me forever, knowing just where to go and just what to do. Every nerve in me was aroused and I wanted him inside me.

  His lips moved down, and he gently parted my legs, the ache in me was like never before. As his lips found me, I reached for the headboard and begged him not to stop.

  And he didn’t. He explored me like every inch of my body had an unknown secret to him waiting to be found. I could feel he was ready and waiting for me, and I was ready for him.

  “Now, Tom, please now.”

  He looked up at me and smiled. “I should make you wait.”

  I edged towards him as he rolled over and made my way up towards his face, gently exploring his body with my lips, brushing them against his strong thighs. He stood erect, teasing me. I needed him, and I had waited so long.

  I pressed myself against him and eased my way up his torso until our lips met. As I sat astride him, he gently slipped inside me and I groaned with pleasure. I moved back and forth, feeling him inside me, moving faster and pushing him deeper and deeper.

  I could feel the rush that was coming, building up like an explosion inside me. My body tensed like a spasm as I came, and Tom groaned as he reached his climax.

  He fell back onto the bed next to me, and I lay my head on his chest, watching him breathing, wondering how I had come to be here. All these secret meetings and wild sex, James would be so shocked, and Jack would never believe it. Come to think of it neither could I.

  Chapter Thirteen

  The next day we woke early and headed down to the restaurant within the hotel to eat breakfast. Tom announced that he had taken the day off and asked if I would like a browse round the shops. That was something that I wasn’t used to. James would rather run a mile than go shopping with me.

  The morning seemed to fly by. We hadn’t been in many shops but had walked a lot and I was beginning to feel the strain in my heels.

  “Shall we break for lunch?” Tom asked

  “I would love to,” I sighed. I can’t deny I was relieved and definitely ready for something to eat. We found a nice cosy café and settled down for lunch. I just had a jacket potato with a cheese filling, whilst Tom had some sort of baguette with chips. I found myself watching him as he ate, thinking about how much he turned me on. I couldn’t remember ever feeling that way about James, ever.

  “You’re drifting again, Alex.”

  I looked across at him and smiled, thinking, No, I’m not I’m right here.

  After we finished eating and were having our coffee, Tom looked up at me and said, “Alex, there’s somewhere I want to show you.”

  I looked across at Tom with curiosity. “And where would that be?”

  “Well, it would be easier just to take you there.”

  Surely, it couldn’t be as shocking as Secret Dreams, I thought and agreed to go, and after all, I trusted him now.

  We made our way back to the hotel to collect Tom’s car. We had been travelling a few minutes when I turned and asked, “Where is this place?”

  “It’s about five miles from here, not too far.”

  After another ten minutes or so, we pulled into a small street, got out of the car, and stepped into a reasonably small shop.

  It was like a wonderland, and as I entered, I thought I had travelled back in time. Hung on the walls were various costumes and masks from sometime in the 17th Century. Tom was obviously a regular customer here as he was given a warm and friendly welcome by the man behind the counter.

  “Good afternoon, Mr Clark. How are you?”

  Tom continued to make small talk with the shopkeeper for a short while.

  “Is it ok if we go through to the back and have a look?”

  “Certainly, Mr Clark, no problem.”

  From the conversation, I established that this was a hire shop and the costumes ranged from the 15th Century upwards. When we went through to the back, I was amazed at what I saw. The shop was a lot larger than I had first thought, with a full wall of masquerade masks and hundreds of costumes. Tom asked if I would like to try some things on, and I had to be honest; I couldn’t wait. The outfits were beautiful.

  I wandered around looking at all the different items on offer as Tom put some things together for me to try. He came over with a full outfit, consisting of a basque, a beautiful full-length dress, a mask and a wig. I’d be left completely in disguise, which I think was his aim. I made my way into the changing room with my costume in hand, eager to try it on.

  After some time struggling with the basque and the corset part of the dress, I emerged from behind the curtain to model my outfit to Tom, complete with wig and mask.

  “Wow! I’d like to fuck you right now,” Tom said out loud. I looked in the mirror and couldn’t believe the transformation. I looked like someone else, and I felt different too.

  Tom had chosen a costume whilst I was changing and went to try it on. When he emerged from the changing room, he looked totally different. In fact, if I didn’t already know it was him, I wouldn’t have recognised him at all.

  I changed back into my clothes and when I came out Tom was at the counter.

  “Did you feel comfortable in that, Alex?”

  “Yes, I did actually.”

  “Great, we will take both costumes then please.” I looked across at Tom and wondered what he could be playing at.

  “Would Madam like any makeup?” The shop assistant asked.

  “No, thank you, I have my own.”

  Tom then stepped in and asked if he could sort out the makeup we would require. I looked across at him, and he smiled back at me, throwing me a cheeky wink.

  After he had handed over copious amounts of cash, we left the shop. It was raining, so we hurried back to the car.

  “So, tell me why you have just bought those costumes…” />
  “I didn’t buy them, Alex, I hired them.”

  “Jeez, I hope you get something back when you return them!”

  “Of course you do. I’m surprised you haven’t asked why I’ve hired them.”

  “Well, I assume you want us to dress up?”

  “Haha, well, yes. We are going to dress up; we’re going to a masquerade ball tonight.”

  I glanced across at Tom. “A masquerade ball?!” I didn’t know what to think, although inside I was a little excited at the thought of dressing up again later.

  When we arrived back at the hotel, we headed straight up to the room and showered. Tom suggested we order room service and then get ready. The time seemed to fly by, and before I knew it, we were getting into our costumes. I tried asking Tom about the evening ahead, but he wasn’t giving much away.

  Tom had found a site on the internet that had instructions on how to apply the makeup for a masquerade ball. It took me a good hour to get ready with the complexity of the makeup and the costume, and a good half bottle of wine for Dutch courage, but I have to say, I didn’t recognise myself. It felt a bit strange in some respects but also exciting at the same time.

  My mask was only an eye mask, but with the white makeup on, I was definitely unrecognisable. Tom came through from the bathroom all dressed and ready to go. I didn’t know him at all. He could have been anybody. He had a full suit on, a long wig and full mask. I giggled nervously at him. He took my arm and said,

  “The taxi will be here shortly, shall we go?”

  We arrived at a large house somewhere in the country. It reminded me of Secret Dreams, except everyone was in costume – even the doorman. We stepped through the large wooden doors and were shown into a large ballroom. This was the business to be in, I thought. It was like we had stepped back in time.

  Tom had obviously been before. He knew the routine and guided me through the ballroom. Couples were dancing and not to anything you would hear in the charts. Beethoven’s fifth symphony drifted through the air, and it all seemed strangely weird but exciting as well.

  Tom didn’t speak a word to me. He just gestured to where he wanted me to go with a nod of his head or a motion of his hand. He led me through a door at the back of the room, which in turn lead to a staircase. We made our way up to the first floor and entered a room which had around ten people in.

  The room was fitted out with period furniture and a rich red carpet covered the floor. The guests that were present had obviously attended before as they were comfortable in their surroundings, unlike me.

  Tom finally spoke for the first time. “I’m just going to the bathroom. I’ll be back shortly.”

  “But, Tom…”

  “Shush, you’ll be fine.”

  And with that, Tom disappeared through the door. I didn’t know whether to leave the room and wait for him on the landing or just wait and watch.

  Just at that moment, someone stopped in front of me and in a sultry whispered tone said, “Hello, I’m Anton.”

  I looked up to see a man wearing a white mask and a wig that looked very similar to Tom’s.

  “Is that your real name?” I asked.

  “Of course. Well, it’s Antonio, and you are?”

  I struggled to think of a name. “Erm, Susan.”

  Antonio laughed and threw his head back. “Could you not think of a better name than that?”

  I was pleased he couldn’t see my face as I scowled back at him, and I don’t think Susan at work would have been too pleased about him slating her name. In spite of this, I couldn’t help feeling attracted to him. His strong accent was so sexy; I was mesmerised by him. I wished I could see more of his face. I could just about make out that his eyes were a dark brown, almost black, and I imagined he was Italian by the accent, although he was probably English. Whichever it was, he turned me on. He smelt familiar, although I knew I had never met him before. I suddenly remembered where I had smelt it – it was an aftershave Jack usually wore.

  I was leant against some sort of banister that was attached to the wall at certain points of the room. Antonio leaned towards me and whispered, “Turn around.”

  Shaking but without question. I turned around, tightly gripping the banister. I felt his strong, firm hand pulling my long gown up, my pants were so wet with excitement and I could hardly breathe. His hand wandered until he finally found the top of my stocking. His hot breath laid against my neck as he moaned. I wanted to turn and kiss him, but I couldn’t. I knew that was not allowed.

  His hand slowly moved up the side of my leg, brushing my stockings, then slipped between my thighs. I moaned with pleasure and yearned for more. His finger slid underneath my pants and into me, gently pushing. I let out a cry.

  I hadn’t given a thought to my surroundings, or the fact that I was sharing the room with several other people. He continued to fuck me with his fingers, moving faster until I oozed with pleasure. It was only then that I opened my eyes, and I noticed I was facing a mirror.

  As I stared into it, I saw Tom in the reflection, staring back at me. I tried to turn around, but Antonio was having none of it. “I haven’t finished,” he said, grabbing my hands and holding them against the banister. “I need to fuck you, I mean really fuck you.” I glanced again in the mirror and noticed that Tom was still watching. I just wished I could see his face.

  Antonio continued to fuck me hard, pushing me forward with such force. My hands clenched tightly around the bannister as my body stiffened with pleasure. A surge rushed through me. I was there, and he knew it. Suddenly he lent forward, re-arranged my dress and whispered into my ear, “Thank you,” before disappearing back into the crowd.

  Chapter Fourteen

  I looked across at Tom, wondering what he would be thinking, as he made his way over to me.

  “I need to fuck you right now.”

  He turned me round, hurriedly lifted my dress up, pulled my pants down and slid inside me. I was still so wet from Antonio that he went in with ease, and it felt so good to have Tom inside me.

  This time I was more aware of the surroundings and the amount of people watching, but in a strange sort of way, it was turning me on more. He lifted me up so my legs wrapped around him, my body jolting as Tom was fucking me so hard. His strong hands held the cheeks of my arse, squeezing them tight. I didn’t think I could come again, but I was wrong. I did and then so did he.

  As I was recovering from this second surge of pleasure, Tom let me down, straightened my dress and suggested we move on to another room.

  We moved up to the second floor of the building, into a room that appeared to be something that Tom may be into. In the far corner of the room, a man was secured in some stocks and naked from the waist down. His mistress held a leather whip in her hand and was whipping him hard whilst he screamed with delight.

  Tom grabbed my hand and led me to one of the beds. As we made our way over, we passed an array of props, and he paused to grab a riding crop.

  When we reached the bed, Tom lay down and asked me to undo his trousers. It’s just as well he couldn’t see the expression on my face. I had enjoyed myself so much so far, I felt it was the least I could do. I undid his belt and button, and gently slid them down.

  “Don’t be so soft, Alex, use some force.”

  As I pulled his trousers off, he rolled over onto the bed, pushing his arse towards me. He handed me the riding crop. “You know what to do with it.” I reluctantly flicked it against his arse. “Come on, Al, do it like you mean it.”

  With that I pulled back and whipped his arse so hard, he screamed out. I quickly leaned over him and whispered in his ear, “Are you alright?”

  “Never been better,” he replied. “Now, do it again.”

  I pulled back again and whacked him as hard as I could. He let out a cry. I was really getting into this now and enjoying the feeling of control. I asked if I could blindfold him.

  “Anything you say, Mistress.”

  I walked over to the props and grabbed both
a black silk blindfold and a paddle. I wrapped the blindfold around his head, over his eyes, and tied it on tight. He knelt with his knees on the floor, bending over and letting his upper body lay on the bed. I smacked his already sore arse with the paddle. I couldn’t believe how turned on I had become. I was aching for him to fuck me there and then. I slapped his bare arse with my hand as I leaned over him.

  “I need you now,” I whispered in his ear. He looked back at me with that knowing look in his eyes. “I want you now, Tom.”

  He rolled over on the bed as I hitched my long gown up and removed my panties. As I straddled him, my gown slid further up my thighs, revealing my stocking tops in the process.

  “Oh, Alex!” Tom cried with passion in his voice.

  I slid straight on to his ravenous cock, so hard and wanting, my pussy throbbing, letting him know I wanted him just as bad. I fucked him with an eagerness that made it seem like we had never had sex before and would never again. I pushed down hard against him, feeling him move deeper inside me, and I could feel myself beginning to come. That familiar tingling feeling starting from my toes and working its way up my body.

  “Oh. Oh.” I pushed down harder and faster. “Oh my God, I’m coming!”

  The rush filled me like nothing before, and I physically ached afterwards. Tom relaxed back on the bed, and as we lay there, I realised I loved the costumes, but I wasn’t that keen on the masks. I liked to see his face and I longed to kiss him.

  We gathered ourselves together and made our way to a bar in another room. It was overflowing with people and the heat was intense. It took some time before we eventually got served, and Tom said he needed to go to the toilet again. I had noticed a side door with a patio area as we had entered the room and suggested that I would wait for him outside to get some air.

 

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