RAW Halloween Ball
This would be a year to remember. We had tickets to the '04 Fetish and Fantasy Halloween Ball.
Doug had arranged for a limo on-call. I had made our costumes. We would be the High Priest and Priestess of a long forgotten primitive Pagan society. We were immediately hailed and nominated to participate in the costume contest. After we were photographed many times, Doug went to the bar to retrieve cocktails.
When he came back, he had to push his way through the crowd surrounding me. Once he was through, he informed me that I would improve my costume if I removed the black crop top I wore under the net over-top. I reminded him that we could not show nipples or genitals and we could be removed from the premises.
He said he did not care; I should remove the crop top anyway. So I went into the ladies room and removed my crop top and redonned the mesh over top. On my way out, there were 3 black women coming in. One stopped just inside the door and loudly exclaimed that I was wearing a sheer top without a bra and she could see my nipples.
I smiled and said I figured that being so small breasted, I figured no one could tell if I was a boy or not. I had not been concerned. I thanked her for noticing my tiny breasts, to which the others laughed and agreed that it was difficult to see that I HAD beasts at all. The first one said I had a smart mouth for a skinny white bitch. We all continued on our ways.
Returning to Doug, I said I had already run into trouble about not having my nipples covered. He smiled and said that he knew because as I was spotlighted in the doorway, it was very apparent I did not have anything on under my mesh top; that he could definitely see my breasts and the he loved it.
I looked at the men standing at the bar and got big thumbs up as they nodded and grinned. I knew Doug had alerted them and pointed me out. He so loved to display me to the public. He knew that I also loved it. So I nodded to the men and did not jump when Dug ran his hand up underneath my top and fondled me. I grinned and turned to tell him to stop before we got kicked out.
He then said he had spotted an arcade and would like to play pinball. We went across the dance floor and into the darkened alcove. As we looked around, he said that he would really like blow-job. Laughing, I said I'd see if I could find someone for him. He did not think it was funny and pushed me between two machines and lifted his costume skirt, pulled out his cock, which was stiff and ready for attention.
I backed between the machines and squatted and opened my mouth for his cock. I teased him with my tongue before I got serious and sucked him off, swallowing his load. He raised me up, again fondling me and asked if I would like another cocktail. I knew what he was up to. We would again have to parade across the main floor, through the crowd. He was such a little boy. But I agreed that it sounded good. So off we walked through the crowd.
Along the way, we saw many costumes and some who were painted. This was interesting to me. Having your body used as a canvas for a beautiful representation of a lion, was the most beautiful that I saw. It must have taken extreme time and talent. We stopped and spoke to her for a moment and left with a card for the artist. She said he also would "paint on clothes" to wear out to the clubs if you wanted, i.e. a tuxedo, a bathing suit, or maybe even a suit. The point being you were nude, but looked like you were dressed.
We thanked her and moved on.
After we ordered another cocktail, Doug saw a back door that opened onto a loading dock with a retaining wall. He steered toward it and outside. There were two men smoking. As we approached, Doug moved me to stand in front of him and we stopped in front of these men.
As Doug was speaking to them, he reached around and, lifting my top, started to fondle my breasts while these men watched. Soon I was moaning and getting wet. Doug ignored them and stepped up sliding his cock into me, asking how it felt and "did I want more"?
I gasped "yes. More - - harder". At which time, he started to back up then slam back into me, making me whimper. I soon told him I was climbing again and he answered "ride it but then hold it".
I climbed higher toward my climax and soon was straining to hold back as Doug kept telling me to "hold it". I again started to pant and clutch his tunic, I did not know how much longer I could hold back.
Doug was pounding into me now, with the two men urging him on. Soon he slowed and asked if I was ready? "Yes, yes, yes" I panted and Doug pulled back then slowly slide his cock back into me saying, "OK now" then slammed me two more times and I let go, flooding his cock and balls, which triggered his climax.
As we humped each other, I started to relax and reached to massage his dripping balls, then moved to sit on the retaining wall and let my heart stop pounding.
The two men stepped back when I shot cum, spraying everything close by, them included, and one said "Damn, she pissed on him."
I ignored them as I gasped for breath and leaned against Doug. Who turned and said "thank you for your help". The first man said "I think she climaxed". Then the two men started in on how they wanted to have some of that too.
Doug told them it would be a little while, that I needed to recover. They should come back in 30 min. He helped me down off the wall and we went back inside to the bathrooms to clean up.
Again Doug offered to fetch me a cocktail. I agreed, and also a water. So I waited at a table for him to return. The two men walked by and I smiled to them, raising a finger to wait and smiled. Doug returned and, handing me the water, asked if I wanted to find those guys again or go?
I said I was ready to go. He called the limo and we piled into it. It wasn't long before Doug wanted me to climb on him and ride him home. Thus we entertained the driver on the way home.
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