Carol's Perfect Costume
We weren't really hidden; the tablecloth only came about halfway to the floor, and we could see a crowd of feet not all that far away from us. But between the dim, shifting lights and the fact that no one was likely to look under the table, at least where we were, we were fairly isolated.
We were both perspiring heavily. I took out my fangs and put them in my pocket. I told Carol to stay put and crawled along beneath the table until I got to where the drinks were being served and surreptitiously snagged a couple of Cokes from a cooler. When I got back and handed Carol a can, she nodded and smiled, then pointed to her mouth and raised her eyebrows questioningly.
I'd forgotten she still had her mouth full of my come—largely diluted by then, as I saw when I nodded permission for her to swallow and she tore off her veil and opened her mouth to show me one last time how obedient she'd been before gulping it down.
She immediately followed this by popping the top on her Coke, guzzling at least half of it in one go, and then spending the next couple of minutes stifling burps and giggling.
When we were both finished we looked at each other, smiled and lay down together on our sides. We began to kiss and fondle each other, slowly and sensually. I was simply enjoying it, thinking—to the extent that I was thinking at all—that maybe when we were both fully aroused again we would go back to her room, where she could play my slave to her heart's content. So when, at the conclusion of a long and soulful kiss she drew back, looked at me with hooded eyes and said, "Master, may your slave make a request?" I assumed that's what she had in mind.
But when I nodded permission she kissed me again, more wickedly, her tongue flickering in and out of my mouth like a snake's, then pressed her mouth to my ear and whispered, "I want you to fuck me...right here." And before I could blink had pushed me onto my back and rolled on top of me, kissing me again before adding, "...And I want to be naked."
Considering that there was only about a foot of headroom above her she did an amazingly quick job of squirming out of her costume—and it was quite pleasurable for me since she was lying on top of me while she did it. When she was naked, except for her fez—which she'd apparently forgotten about—and her collar and chain and bracelets, the rest of her costume in a flimsy pile beside us, I kissed her again, deeply, running my hands down her back to cup her buttocks. Then we rolled, slowly, until she was beneath me. I immediately scooted down to return the favor she had done me behind the pillar. As I nuzzled her bush prior to seeking out her clitoris with my tongue, I noticed something through my half-closed eyes that seemed strangely familiar. I opened them to see more clearly and sure enough, there, just above her pubic hair, were the letters "R.F.M.C." in red.
I raised my face to look at her and whispered, "R.F.M.C.?" But she only smiled and reached down with both hands to tilt my head back to the task at hand. As she did so I felt a drop of sweat fall from my chin and fall to the rug just between her legs. Even in the dim light I could see it was mostly white—my make-up was beginning to pour off of my face. I shrugged out of my tux jacket, removed my tie and opened several buttons on my shirt. Then I returned my attention and my tongue to her needs.
She only looked at me once while I was licking and teasing her, then closed her eyes and kept them closed. I assumed that the sight of a sweaty vampire with a melting face between your legs was not much of aphrodisiac. I let her guide me, let her moan and writhe and arch her hips while I continued to please her with my lips and tongue, until she half-whispered, half-gasped, "Oh God...now! Fuck me, Master! Please!...fuck me NOW!"
I paused only long enough to open and push my pants down to my waist before throwing myself on top of her. I didn't dare kiss her for fear of covering her face with smeared make-up so I held myself upright, my head nearly banging the underside of the table, as I entered her.
She came almost at once—not too surprising after nearly an hour of foreplay—but we kept going for quite some time, until my arms were about to give out and we were both ready to come a second time.
Then I stopped.
I pulled out of her and rolled off her, leaving her gasping and panting with frustration. I said, "Get dressed and come with me, slave. I have other uses I want to put you to."
"Yes, Master," she whispered through gritted teeth.
I straightened myself up, then helped Carol back into her costume. When she was ready we crawled out from beneath the table and stood cautiously. In the general uproar nobody seemed to notice anything. I took Carol by her chain and led her through the crowd, out of the ballroom, down the hall...
...And directly into the men's bathroom.
When she saw the name on the door she tried to stop but our momentum was too great and she found herself dragged right into the middle of it. The room was almost as crowded and noisy as the dance floor—not just guys using the urinals or fixing their make-up and costumes in the mirrors, but clusters of them standing around smoking dope and talking. There was even another woman--costumed as a black cat with a long tail--making out with a devil in the corner. So a slightly bedraggled vampire crossing the room with a chained slave-girl in tow drew little notice.
The furthest toilet stall was unoccupied and I took Carol by the shoulders and whispered, "Go in there. Strip. And wait for me," then gave her a gentle shove in its direction. She gave me a slightly panicky look over her shoulder as she went, but entered the stall and closed and latched the door behind her.
I was tired of having make-up running down my face so I waited my turn at one of the sinks and then scrubbed off as much as I could using soap and wet paper towels. Then I returned to the toilet stall and rapped on the door. When I heard the latch open, I entered.
Carol was, as ordered, naked except for her fez, chain and bracelets, standing facing me with hands behind her head and legs apart, straddling the toilet. Her mouth was hanging open and she was breathing hard from anxiety. I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, enjoying the sight of her.
"What a lovely slave I have," I murmured. Carol smiled, a little tremulously. Then I continued, "I'm in a generous mood tonight, slave. Perhaps I'll share your beauty with my friends out here." I reached for her chain and at the same time made as if to open the door to the stall.
Carol was, of course, horrified and backed away from me as far as she could, whispering, "Jon...Uh, Master, no, please don't!"
I had no intention of doing any such thing, of course, but went on, quietly. "Well, slave, I'm bored—I've already fucked your mouth and your pussy. What else can you offer me?"
She understood immediately. "Please Master, you haven't fucked my ass yet!" She quickly turned herself around and bent over to display herself to me, supporting herself on the lid of the toilet seat.
I pretended to think. "Well, perhaps. Show me, slave."
She immediately reached behind her with both hands to separate her cheeks for me.
I let her wait for a while then asked, "Is that what you want, slave?"
"Yes, Master, please! I want your cock in my ass, Master! Look..." She took one hand away and rubbed her fingers on her still-wet pussy before reaching through her legs and using her moisture to lubricate between her cheeks. "I'm getting myself ready for you, Master! For your cock, so you can fuck my ass, Master!' She wormed her middle finger in and out a couple of times, gasping, "Please Master, I beg you for the honor of receiving your come in my ass."
"Very well, slave," I replied, "since you ask so nicely." I stepped forward, unzipping my pants and taking out my cock as I went, and without further preliminaries pushed into her with my full length, making her cry out and immediately clap her hands over her mouth—although the bathroom outside was still in such an uproar that no one would have noticed even if she'd screamed out loud. I stood there like that for a moment, making her wait and enjoying the feel of being inside her. I looked down and noticed some red streaks near the base of her spine. Sweat had all but washed them away but I could still make out the letters, even though the original writing had obviously been even wobblier than the letters in the other two locations.
"All right, slave, I'm tired of waiting. Tell me what "R.F.M.C." stands for."
"Well, I..."
I slapped her hard on the ass with each hand. "Tell me now! Otherwise we'll be doing this with you bent over the bathroom sink out there."
I began fucking and slapping her ass at the same time, and after a few more strokes she began to whimper out her answer. "It..." (Whack!) "Ow!...means" (Whack!) "Uh!... 'Reserved'" (Whack!) "Mm! 'For..For Master's Cock!' ...AHHHH-OOOOHHHHH...!"
Her cry as she came must have sounded like a wolf's howl as there were several answering cries from out in the bathroom, followed by general laughter and applause. I came shortly afterwards, filling her ass with my semen while she gasped with pleasure.
Afterwards we took our time getting dressed and cleaned up, and even waited for several minutes more before exiting the stall, hoping that the crowd would have turned over enough for Carol's wolf-howl to be forgotten. I led her out the way I had led her in, by her chain. Again, in the smoke and general hubbub nobody seemed to be paying much attention to us as we made our way out, but just as the door was closing behind us we heard it: "AHHH-WHOOOOOOO...!"
Carol's face turned beet-red as the muffled laughter rolled out from behind the door, but she managed to smile at me. As we climbed the stairs I looked back and saw that she was obviously stiff and shaky on her feet from everything we'd done, so I went down to her, picked her up and carried her over my shoulder all the way back to her room.
As I set her down outside her door she wrapped her arms around me, kissed me, and whispered, "I'm keeping this costume. Don't make me wait until next Halloween to wear it again, okay?" Then she kissed me again and was gone.
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