Strangers Meet at a Mardi Gras Krewe Party (closed)

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She stands in the corner, watching the crowd dancing together, smiling to herself as she catches a glimpse of herself in a wall of mirrors across the room. The black leather of her outfit fits tightly to her 36DD breasts, her tight ass and long shapely legs hidden beneath long flowing black chiffon skirt, her blond hair piled on top of her head, held in place by a diamond comb.

"So many men here tonight," she thought to herself, taking note of the taut male bodies in their equally revealing costumes. "So glad I didn't bring a date tonight."

She caught a waiter as he walked nearby, snagging a glass of champagne in her black-gloved hand. Taking a long sip, she smiled, adjusting her cat-eye mask.

After a moment, a sexy young man in a pirate costume asks her to dance. He presses himself close to her, whispering a well-worn line that he finds her to be the sexiest woman in the room. She groans internally at the attempt to relieve her of her clothes.

When the dance ends, she pulls back and thanks him, turning and heading off the dance floor, walking straight into ...
 
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Pierre LaFayette:

His family owned several shrimping and fish boats, a small fleet of them actually, and other related business and Pierre had worked hard to help make this year's Mardi Gras a big success.

Now he was attending one of the many Krewe parties being held and had come stag preferring to meet someone new at the fetes.

He'd just gotten a drink from the bar and was crossing the room after a dance number ended. He turned his head to thank a woman who'd patted his hard muscled bare ass cheek and complimented him on his barbarian costume, which revealed more than it covered.

Also the "dangerous looking", she'd said, leather hood covering all of his face except for his startling blue eyes and sensual, so he's been told many times, mouth when his nearly bare chest ran into two large and very firm breasts as he and a woman ran into each other.

His empty arm shot out and around the woman to keep her from falling down by hugging her tightly to him as he looked down into her eyes and at the deep cleavage between the two big breasts, barely contained by her leather corset, he was pressing against his check.

Without thinking or prior plotting for he'd not considered using any "lines" preferring to be spontaneous, "I've captured you wench.
"You're mine for the rest of the night and will do as you're told unless you wish to be badly punished.
"Is that very clear to you my captive beauty and slave for the night?"
 
The breath is knocked out of her and she smiles, staring into the most beautiful blue eyes she's ever seen. Her own brown eyes warm, her pink tongue coming out to travel along her red lips. Feeling her breasts pinned against the "barbarian" with his arms around her, she succumbs, watching him closely.

"I've captured you wench. You're mine for the rest of the night and will do as you're told unless you wish to be badly punished.
Is that very clear to you my captive beauty and wench?"


She nods slowly, watching his eyes, her eyes darting down to his mouth as she imagines it on her body.

"I understand, sir. I'm yours for the 'taking,' as it were."
 
Pierre:

"Not as it were wench in any and every way I choose or you're bare ass will be whipped here and now. Is that very clear," he asks as his eyes narrow "dangerously".

"Now come with me my wench and slave. Come along and tend your Master for the night needs, and he has many of them," he says as his hug loosens but his arm stays around her as he turns and guides her across the room with his hand on her hip.

"You may call me Master Pierre or Sir my slave wench and I will call you whatever I wish and you'll accept it knowing I'm not insulting you no matter what I call you.
"Is that also very clear to you," he asks as he looks down at her and her breasts as the firm twins move a bit with each step in the scany leather cups of her corset.
 
She moves with him, his arm pressing her firmly against him. Her breasts are pressed against each other under her corsette as he pulls her along, heading where she didn't know, but her nipples hardened beneath the leather as she anticipated just what he planned to do to her.

She was no virgin by any means, but he excited her. She noticed the looks of the women and men as he dragged her along. The men's eyes invariably went to her ample cleavage, the women's eyes went to his cock. She smiled knowing she was with a man other women wanted.

She looked down at one point and grinned to herself at his arousal, already fairly evident under his costume.

*Master Pierre, where are you taking me?"
 
Pierre:

"Why away from the crowd of course so I may enjoy my captive wench for the first, but not the last I assure you, time tonight," he says as they leave the mainball room and start down a hall.

He opens the first door that they come to and finds an empty room being pressed into service as a cloak room for coats and capes and leads her inside and pushes the door to, but doesn't close it tightly as he says, "I think your Master for the night will leave the door ajar in case any wish to see his slave wench being used for her first time tonight."

"Now my slave fold those skimpy bra cups under your breasts and show them to me as you remove any panties under your skirt and tuck it's hem into your waist band before giving me your panties as a sign of your capture and conquest slave wench," he says with sparkling eyes.
 
She glances nervously at the door, wishing he'd shut it, but somewhat enjoying the idea of others seeing them.

"Now my slave fold those skimpy bra cups under your breasts and show them to me as you remove any panties under your skirt and tuck it's hem into your waist band before giving me your panties as a sign of your capture and conquest slave wench."

She watches his eyes sparkle as he orders her and licks her lips, never breaking eye contact with him as she pulls her breasts from her top, resting them atop the corsette, blushing just slightly at how hard her nipples are.

Doing what he asks next, she pulls the front of her skirt up and pushes it into the waist, showing that she's not wearing any panties.

"I'm sorry, Master, but I didn't wear undergarments tonight."

Her black lace garter belt is attached to her thigh high stockings, framing the trimmed beauty of her pussy.
 
Pierre:

"That's just fine my slave wench, for sex slaves should always be ready for their Master's use," he says in a soft lust roughened voice as he takes in her hard prominent nipples and closely trimmed pussy.

"Now prepare yourself for this," he says as he moves the breech clout aside letting his hard cock stick out pointing right at that trimmed pussy.

"Show me how you play with your lush tits and hard nipples with one hand and show me how you pleasure your pussy with the other," he says as his big hand wraps around the base of his cock and he squeezes it.
 
She licks her lips as he releases his cock, her mouth watering at the sight of it's length. "It must be 10 inches," she thinks. "10 inches and all for me."

She runs her left hand up to flick her nipple as her right hand travels down the bodice of her corsette, coming in contact with her skirt tucked into the waist. The lace of her garter belt feels soft against her fingers as she passes it, too, brushing a finger just slightly against the trimmed hair of her pussy. Her middle finger slides into her pussy and she moans. Her back arches as she grips her breast with her hand and her finger thrusts into her tight, wet, hot pussy.

"Mmmmm," she moans, letting her head fall back as she masturbates for him, her fingers sliding into her cunt, becoming slick with her juices. She switches hands and rubs her pussy-wet hand against her other breast, her left hand holding open her lips and her middle finger flicking her clit. "Yesssssss .... Is this what you wanted, Master?"
 
Pierre:

"Mmmmmm yes you delicious and lovely slut and sex slave for tonight," he says lust evident in not just his voice but also his eyes.

He pushes aside some coats and cloaks on a settee as he watches her then he says to her, "Come to me slave and tell you're Master for the night what you want as you put my hands on those incredible tits and tell me what you want me to do to and with them."

And he squeezes his cock even harder making it swell fatter and longer, the head turn dark red and swelling to the size of a plum.
 
She steps toward him, her eyes on his cock, watching it swell even larger. She pushes him back toward the settee, grabbing his hands and putting them on her breasts.

"I want You to fuck my tits, Master. I want you to slide that big cock of yours through my breasts and cum all over them, covering them with you."

She watches his eyes as she speaks, feeling his cock grazing against her pussy.

"You make me wet, Master. Would you like to wet your cock with my pussy before you fuck my tits?"
 
Pierre:

He smiles at how well she's going along with their game and once settled and squeezing her breasts he uses them to slowly pull her until she's straddling his legs as he says, "Of course my slave.
"Pussy juice is the perfect lube for tit fucking a wench isn't it?
"Now you hold my cock upright, put the head at your wet slave's cunt and when I pull down you will drop on it and drive it up into you so you can squeeze and fuck it 'til I tell you to stop."
 
Her pussy hovers over his cock, feeling the heat of it against her. She moans softly at his words and his hands squezzing her breasts.

"Yes, Master. I will do whatever you ask."
 
Pierre:

His fingers are slowly pulled along her tits stretching them until he reaches her hard nipples, "Rub it on your clit first slave. Feel the head soon to be fucking your pussy on it and push it into the pee-cum slit and fuck my prick with your hard little clit.
"As you do tell me what you're feeling."
 
She moans softly as she wraps a hand around his cock and shivers in pleasure. She presses his hard cock against her clit and nearly comes undone.

"Ohhhh, my God, that feels sooo good, Master Pierre. Your cock is so fucking hard."

Thrusting her hips slightly, pushing her clit against his cock harder, she writhes slightly, feeling her climax coming.

"My clit is sooooo sensitive. This will make me cum so fast, Master."
 
Pierre:

"Then cum my slave wench, but as you do drop down onto my cock and fuck yourself like a cock hungry sex slave wants to do," and his fingers pinch her nipples, twist them and pulls on them both.
 
She rubs his cock faster against her clit, writhing in pleasure, screaming for more, cumming hard. She slams her pussy down onto his cock and arches her back at his minstrations.

"OH FUCK YES! MASTER! OH FUCK!"

Her orgasm subsides and she stares into his eyes, watching his face as she continues to slide up and down his cock, tightening her already tight pussy around his hard dick.
 
Pierre:

"Mmmm, a nice and hot and juicy lil pussy or is it cunt? You tell me which it is.
"Now fuck me like what you are as you squeeze my cock at the same time so your tighter.
"When I'm ready you'll tit fuck me my captive slave."
 
She grins and stares into his eyes. "It's a cunt, baby. It's definitely a cunt tonight." Wrapping her cunt tighter around his cock, she purrs as his dick moves in and out, arching her back.

"Am I good slut, Master?"

She grips his shoulders and starts fucking him harder, his cock feeling so good inside her tight wet cunt. She'd never felt a dick like this before and she wanted more of it.

She arches her back and looks back at the doorway, noticing someone in the shadows. Smiling she sits up and kisses her master, slipping her tongue along his lips before pulling away.
 
Pierre:

"Yes it's a cunt. A slut's fucked cunt isn't it and keep fucking me with it," he says as his head moves to let him suck and bite a nipple and use his teeth to stretch it as she moves up and down fucking herself on his prick.
 
She screams out as she fucks him faster, bucking her hips against his, feeling his cock stretch her cunt.

"OH YES! MASTER! TELL ME HOW DIRTY I AM!"

She digs her fingernails into his shoulders, screaming out as another orgasm racks through her.
 
Pierre:

'She wants and needs to be humiliated. It's a turnon for her,' he thinks to himself, 'well so be it then.'

"Yesss my slave and dirty little whore fuck your cunt on my cock and feel it stretching and filling your slut's cunt as you do.
"Grind on me as you squeeze me as hard as you're able with your slutty snatch, your whore's fuckhole and know I'll have your ass tonight too and you'll be sucking the cock you're fucking too."
 
She sits on top of him, his cock filling her cunt. She grinds against him, pulling his hands to her breasts, screaming as she comes again and again.

"OH GOD! OH FUCK YES! MASTER!"

Her body writhes against him as her hands drag down his arms, her nails leaving red welts on his skin.
 
Pierre:

He winces when her nails leave scratch marks down his arms and pushes back in her tits making her lean backward some.

Then he starts to slap, to spank her tits making them jump and bounce around on her chest as he growls, "Mind you nail my slutty fucktoy whore slave or more than your tits will be spanked and punished."

As he continues his tit spanking and she fucks harder, grinds on him harder, "Or do you like it my slave cunt? Do you like being spanked like a dirty little girl and like the burning and pain as you fuck me you cock hungry cunt?"
 
She sits up and stares into his eyes, a smile creeping up.

"I fucking love being spanked, Master Pierre."

She leans back down and fucks him harder, her cunt wrapped tightly around his massive dick, feeling it stretch her to what she thought was her limit. Her breasts sting from him whipping them and she moans.
 
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