~A different kind of costume party~

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~A different kind of costume party~Please note that this story is entirely fictional and the product of two kinky minds,mine and my lovely friend who goes by RingRoad this story was shaped of an ERP we shared and a I loved so much I had to expand on it.And without him this lovely story wouldn’t be a thing.Be warned that is story contains light to moderate themes of BDSM,slight forced play,elements of voyeurism,and fetishes for large insertion and costumizationI let out a huff of air clouding the inside of my triceratops mask for a brief moment before it dissipates,expelling some of my fears as butterflies fill my stomach tightening the white scarf around my arm and smoothing down my slinky dress just to have something to fiddle with I repeat the instructions I was given in my head silently ‘wear a costume with a mask of your choice other than a dove or fox,wear a white scarf for submissive wear a red scarf for dominant,hand your card to the doorman and then hang onto it’.Walking up to the fox masked man in front of the door he simply holds out his hand and waits,fumbling for a second I hand him the small cream colored card gaining me access into the clubs private party before I duck quickly inside sliding the square back into my small clutch.I scan the party letting my eyes adjust to the dark lighting eyeing the masks and scarves of other people , out of the corner of my eye I spot a man wearing a T-Rex mask and a red scarf used as a sash tied at one hip after catching his eye and giving him a quick wave in acknowledgment (you can’t not wave bartın escort when you both have the guts to be Dino’s to an adult party). I let the crowd pull me in and dance the night away.At midnight the music stops and soft light fills the open space a large grumble of half protests fill the air as everyone blinks to get used to the brighter lights.A woman stands on a half risen stage against the back wall dressed as a grey dove,two people also in dove masks (maybe they mark employee’s? The bartender and scary guy had a fox mask though…..) move behind her presumably to set up a play scene as everyone else stares nervously at the woman.After clearing her throat and sweeping the room with her gaze she announces that ‘the drawing of tonight’s participants is about to take place’.As soft nervous talking fills the air one of the other doves comes back with a tablet and hands it to the woman.We all knew that a drawing was to take place but we didn’t know that everything would be done in front of everyone.‘To prevent cheating and accidental mishaps the numbers will be drawn from a random number generator one for the dominants and another for the submissives,the numbers will be read out and the two people will step forward and hand over their invitation cards to verify the numbers match.’ ‘Everybody ready? Fabulous let’s begin’ after tapping the screen and looking at it she calls out ‘will the people with the card numbers four and thirteen please step forward.’ My stomach drops as I double check my card….shit I’m number thirteen I look up escort bartın as the man in the T-Rex mask pushes though the crowd and hands his card to the woman ‘and now we’re just waiting on thirteen ,will the person with the number thirteen please step forward’.Steeling my nerves I too push through the crowd and hand the woman my card nervously biting on my lower lip as she verifies my identity.‘We will give these two time to freshen up before the nights entertainment starts’ She says cheerfully,softer music playing as the two doves that had been standing behind her grab a person each and drag us off to separate rooms.The dove holding me gives me a firm push onto a couch in a back room and removes the mask it was wearing,setting it aside the male dove looks me over then walks away and returns with bondage gear.My cheeks pinken as he starts to put various pieces on me a tight fitting collar is clipped on first,then a blindfold is secured over my mask,my breathing quickens a little as his hands slide down the front of my dress and nipple clamps are attached,after a brief pause where he rubs my left hip to keep me calm he attaches a short hobble heeding my movement and making me entirely reliant on my handler.With a snap of a leash connecting to my borrowed collar he leads me presumably back to the stage where another persons hands roam my body,before they gently guide me so I’m bending over as I’m tied down.I struggle instinctively and get a swift smack on my ass for my troubles as that cheery voice speaks quietly in my ear telling bartın escort bayan me to quit moving so my handler can lube up my holes.I whimper and blush as my skirt is flipped up and my legs are spread apart and tied at the ankles to the bench as quick practiced fingers smear lube on and in both of my holes a few quick pumps of his fingers testing my resistance before he steps back and another presence hovers behind me.Their hands holding my hips as the head of a very large dildo rubs against my lubed pussy before slowly getting thrust in and in and IN.My legs shake as I’m stretched to my limits the whorls and ridges on the dildo making me let out a moan as it finally slams home.As the dildo picks up speed I hear other masculine and feminine moans the crowd masturbating as they watch T-Rex dude mount me.Omg why did I agree to come to this party I whine to myself as I let out another moan this one tindged with emabaressment as I realize I’m enjoying this…I love being taken in front of an audience and with that newfound knowledge the sex just gets so much better amping up my pleasure as I cum again and again long and loud till my body feels boneless and theirs a puddle under my feet.After what feels like hours I’m finally untied and the gear removed before I’m left to stand on my unsteady feet,the party winding down around me as the orgy slowly stops and individuals and couples slowly leave the club.I wait for a bit and after the man in the T-Res mask appears I give him a quick smile and a careful hug before stepping back and fleeing the club swearing that I was gonna wait ay least till the ache in my pussy disappears to go to another raffle party.My fantasies early into the morning of the next day filled with the masked man and that fucking fantastic dildo they rigged to him.

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