Masks

Taylor again stroked her breasts, bringing her pert nipples to a familiar hardness. As always, her touch felt so good. Soapy hands glided down across her slim stomach, finding their way to the light brown bush below. She continued down between her legs and then around to the cheeks of her ass, leaving a soap trail of bubbles in her wake.

Taylor let out a soft sigh as her fingers rubbed against her mound. Running her other hand across her firm breasts once again, she gave them a playful squeeze.

With a practiced hand that began to learn it's skill when she'd first masturbated at 13, Taylor parted her vaginal lips, quickly finding the prize within. Closing her eyes, she leaned back against the wall and began to rub herself.

"Oh yes." she purred as a familiar tingle spread out from her cunt. "That feels nice."

She slid a finger up within herself, followed by a second and a third. It was a poor substitute for a hard cock, but it would have to do.

It wasn't long before she was furiously pumping her fingers in and out, stoking the tiny flame between her legs into a roaring fire.

The warm water had turned to hot, filling the bathroom with steam. The heat of which paled to that radiating across her quaking body as her fingers caressed her love canal in an orgasmic frenzy.

With water running down her face, her lips let go a quiet sigh. Taylor felt her legs and arms go weak as repeated waves of delight rippled up and down her naked form.

Long silent moments, broken only by the splatter of the shower drops, passed as the brunette rested against the now warm tile. The water washing away the traces of her climax.

"Oh that felt good." Taylor said as she filled her hands with water and splashed it across her face.

Wrapped only in a towel, she stepped back into the room. Taylor opened her bag and laid out the costume she had brought with her. It was the outfit she had originally planned to wear to Monica's party. Not for the first time, she wondered if perhaps it was a little too daring for an upscale party like this one.

"What the hell," she concluded. "It's too late to get a new one now."

Undoing her towel and tossing it on the bed, Taylor changed into her third identity of the day.

The costume, what little there was of it, was a bright flaming red. Appropriate enough considering who she was supposed to be. The hem of her skirt ended less than six inches below her crotch, showing an amount of skin only exceeded by the amount of cleavage a very plunging neckline exposed. The thin material clung tightly against her braless breasts, holding them in place and at the same time, displaying all their charms. You didn't have to get too close to see the outline of her nipples pressed against the fabric. Hanging from beneath her skirt was a short, forked tail. On her forehead, held in place by spirit gum, were two small horns.

"You little devil you." Taylor laughed as she looked at herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door.

As a final touch, she pressed a small raccoon type red mask against her face. That and a small pitchfork completed the ensemble.

Turning around to check her rear reflection, Taylor saw that any onlooker would have little trouble telling that she had left her panties behind with her bra.

"Might as well live the part," she laughed. "What's the worst they can do to me, ask me to leave?"

She walked out into the hall and called for people already there to hold the elevator. The doors of which were already closing.

"Thanks," Taylor said to the woman in the 1920's flapper outfit who had held the door for her.

"No problem." came her reply.

"Nice costume." Taylor said.

"Yours too." the flapper said, taking the time to really take in what Taylor was wearing, or what she wasn't wearing.

Turning to the other woman behind them, Taylor no longer worried about any improprieties of dress. It was impossible not to stare at the well-endowed redhead. She was going to the party as Eve, a costume Taylor remembered Debbie Thomas wearing last year. Unlike Debbie, this woman wasn't wearing a bodystocking. In fact, aside from a smile, all she was wearing was a g-string shaped like a fig leaf.

"This party is going to be more interesting than I thought." Taylor concluded.

The Ballroom was already filled with at least a hundred people when Taylor stepped in, with more coming in. She paused at the organizational table and took note of were she was sitting. Thankfully she didn't see Sanura's name at either her table or any of the surrounding ones.

Making her way across the crowded floor, Taylor took note of all the various costumes. There were people dressed up as animals and characters from movies. As well as fantasy characters and even superheroes from the comics. There were even folks just made up as different professions.

"I could have come as a beautician," Taylor laughed silently as she spotted her table, "But I think the devil has a lot more fun."

Finding her cardboard nameplate, Taylor took her seat. There were six other costumes at the table, which she took in one at a time.

First there was Snow White, right out of the Theme Park in Florida. Although Taylor doubted the one at Disneyworld was so well endowed, or put so much on that endowment on display. Next to her was a woman in the traditional French maids' outfit. A version of which, like her devil's garb, left little to the imagination. Then came an older woman dressed as Cleopatra.

Sitting across from Taylor was an Asian woman in an outfit that reminded her of an old time Charlie Chan movie. The woman's hair was done up in a bun and a decorative, red mandarin style dress seemed to be spray painted onto her body. When she moved to get up out of her chair to shift her tail, Taylor noticed the slit of the dress ran from her ankle almost all the way up to her waist. It took a third look to realize it, but the woman in the mandarin dress was Mei-Ling from the front desk.

On the far end of the table was a black woman in a cheerleader outfit, decked out in blue and silver. Sitting next to her was another blonde, with a white dress that made her look just like that famous photo of Marilyn Monroe. Finally next to Taylor was a harem costumed Jeannie right out of the old TV series.

"I don't believe this," Taylor said to herself as she finished her circumference out the table. "There's not a single guy at this table."

Looking over at the table behind her, it occurred to her that there were no men there either. A funny feeling began to form in the pit of her stomach.

"I know I passed some guys at that table over there." she reminded herself as she looked back in that direction. 'The ones dressed as the Construction Worker, the Scarecrow and the Pirate."

That funny feeling exploded as she realized that all three of them were women as well.

"Oh shit," she said under her breath as she realized what kind of party this really was. "I never would have guess that Kathleen was a ...."

"Excuse me, would you like to dance?" a soft voice over her shoulder interrupted her toughest.

"What?" Taylor said as she turned in the direction of the voice.

"I asked if you would like to dance, Kathleen isn't it?" said the woman in surgical greens as she read the nameplate on the table.

Taylor thought about it for a moment. She had said she wanted to have an adventure -- wanted to be Kathleen for the night. Looking at the short haired redhead before her, she decided that Kathleen would definitely dance with her.

"I always wanted to date a Doctor." Taylor joked as she rose to accept the invitation, wondering if the thirty something woman might really be one. The outfit seemed real enough.

"I'm Janice." she said as she took Taylor's hand in hers.

Out on the dance floor, it felt a little funny at first to be dancing with a woman. To have her hold her as a man would. Then as they got caught up in the rhythm of the live band, having feminine flesh pressed against hers didn't seem as strange. When Janice pulled her even closer, Taylor could feel the woman's hands through the thin fabric covering her ass. Taylor could see the delight in her eyes as the doctor discovered her lack of panties and slid one under the skirt to caress bare flesh.

"My, you are a devil." she whispered into Taylor's ear as her fingers touched her tightly cropped mound. "And a wet one at that."

Taylor should've been horrified at the idea of another woman touching her pussy, or so she told herself. But tonight she was Kathleen, and that was perfectly acceptable. Even when she felt Janice's lips press against hers at the end of the dance, she willingly accepted the offering.

"I enjoyed our dance." Janice said as they began to walk off the floor.

"So did I?" Taylor replied.

"Maybe we can have another one later on" Janice said.

"Maybe." Taylor mused as the two women parted.

Taylor didn't go right back to her table. Instead she found a spot where she could watch the rest of the dancers. They all did seem to be having fun. If she ignored the fact that they were all women, it looked like any other club she'd ever gone too. And she had to admit, it'd been a long time since she'd felt this excited.

As she scanned the crowd, looking at some of the more interesting costumes, Taylor stopped when she saw that of the woman moving toward her. Wearing a long, very long, body length blonde wig and nothing else, the subject of Taylor's attention had come as Lady Godiva. As abundant as her costume hair was, it did little to actually cover what had to be a near perfect body. Every time she moved, her hair would shift yet again, exposing another part of her to view. It was a captivating sight and it was obvious from watching many heads turn, that Taylor wasn't the only one who thought so.

"My, I've had a devil of a time finding you." said the woman who unexpectedly stepped in front of Taylor, blocking her view of Godiva.

"Hi Sanura." she said as she recognized the face that went with the voice.

True to her profession, Sanura now wore the uniform of a security officer, but not the sort you'd find on the job. Her hat was standard issue, as was her short-sleeved blouse, except that enough buttons were open to give everyone a plentiful view. Instead of a skirt or trousers, Sanura wore matching blue hot pants. The badge on her uniform had been custom made and read pussy police.

"We didn't get to have our drink." the policewoman said.

"I took a nap and slept the afternoon away." Taylor offered in way of explanation. "Can I make it up to you with a dance?"

"Well it's a start." the black woman said.

Out on the dance floor, Sanura held Taylor even tighter than Janice had. Taylor could feel the policewoman's breasts pressing against her own and her nostrils filled with the sweet smell of her perfume. The song the band was playing was a very old tune, exactly the sort of thing made for slow sexy dancing.

"I guess this is how a guy feels." Taylor thought as she felt the heat of Sanura's body. "Not a bad feeling at all."

Taylor felt the older woman's lips brush against her cheek, much like Janice had done. Then she went a little further and slid her tongue along the groove of her ear.

Caught up in the moment, Taylor tilted her head and kissed Sanura lightly on her lips. The tangy taste of her bright red lipstick was a much different sensation from when she kissed George.

Sanura kissed Taylor back, her lips just a little more forceful. Just enough for her to slip out her tongue and press it against Taylor's mouth. The second time she did it, the brunette opened her mouth just enough to let it make contact with her own tongue. The spark when they touched was electric.

"I have to confess," Sanura said as they broke the kiss and continued to dance. "I was quite taken with you the moment I saw you in the lobby."

"You were?" Taylor said surprised.

"I've always had a weakness for pretty white girls. I know it's not very politically correct, but then again I've never been a very PC kind of person." Sanura went on. "But when I saw you, I just wanted to pick you up and take you to bed. I hope that doesn't shock you?"

"No, it doesn't" Taylor said. In fact, she was surprised to find that the statement actually kind of excited her.

"Good, I'm glad it doesn't." Sanura smiled as she ran her index finger down Taylor's back.

"Are you wet?" Sanura whispered into her ear.

The question took Taylor by surprise. Before she realized it, she had answer in the affirmative.

"Am I making you wet?" Sanura asked again.

"Yes." came the whispered reply.

"Do you want me?" Sanura asked as she slid her hand between Taylor's legs and stretched a dark finger across her pussy. A pussy that was far wetter than when it had been touched a short time before.

"Do you want me?" Sanura finally asked.

Taylor's head was spinning. Everything was happening all too fast. She had to remind herself that she really wasn't Kathleen Foster. That was only a mask she was wearing, no more real than the devil costume she wore.

"I want to rip that costume off you and make love to every inch of your body." Sanura said loud enough for several of the women dancing closest to them to hear. "I want to make you come so bad that you can't stand."

Taylor looked at the women around her who had heard the comment. None of them seemed surprised or even embarrassed. If anything, two of them seemed envious.

She looked back into Sanura's dark eyes. It was as if she had fallen under some kind of spell. She had never been in a situation like this before. With guys, she had always been the one in control. She had always been the one to decide what was and wasn't going to happen. Now she found herself looking down a path she knew was forbidden, but was drawing her further down it with each heartbeat.

"Do you want me?" Sanura asked for a third time.

Taylor couldn't believe that the voice that answered was her own. Or that the voice had said yes.

The answer had been barely a whisper, but Sanura had heard it as if it had been broadcast over the hotel's public address system. She stopped dancing in mid-step and took Taylor's hand.

"Follow me." Sanura said as she led the little devil off the dance floor.

As she stepped away from where they had been dancing, Taylor heard one of the women, a 40ish redhead in a nun's habit call after her.

"Go get her Honey." she said.

Still in a daze, Taylor wondered why she didn't feel the least bit embarrassed as she walked off the dance floor, every pair of eyes on her. Or so at least she imagined.

Taylor, still holding Sanura's hand, followed her out of the ballroom and into a small empty office. On the door hung a cardboard nameplate that read Sanura Jackson, Membership Committee.

Soon as the door closed behind them, Sanura turned and pushed Taylor against the wall. Then she threw her own body against Taylor's, their lips meeting in a violent collision. Taken by surprise, Taylor opened her mouth to protest, only to have it filled with Sanura's tongue. She could feel the blue-garbed woman's hands on her breasts, squeezing them and massaging her nipples.

"God, you are beautiful." Sanura said as she pressed their lips together once more.

"What am I doing?" Taylor's mind screamed. "What the hell am I doing?"

Sanura never gave her time to answer that question as she pulled open the top of Taylor's costume, causing her breasts to fall free. The ebony-skinned woman wasted no time in lifting a rounded globe in each hand and guiding them one at a time to her mouth.

Taylor gasped as she felt Sanura's lips close around her nipple. The sensation was more than electric, especially when the woman in blue went to work on the tiny tips with her tongue. No guy had ever felt this nice.

Back and forth Sanura moved, from breast to breast, leaving a wet trail as she moved her tongue and lips across Taylor's chest. It felt so good that Taylor was no longer wondering what she was doing. Right now all she wanted to do was go with the flow.

"Oh baby, you have such nice tits." Sanura said as she kissed them one last time.

Taylor was still backed against the wall as she felt the black girl's tongue again slide into her mouth. This time she eagerly sucked it deeply, giving as good as she got. Going with the flow, she reached out and pressed her hands against Sanura's breasts, feeling the fullness under her blouse.

Sanura reached down and undid what was left of the buttons on her shirt, releasing her own larger mounds. Her skin was a creamy mahogany, her nipples wide and dark. Breaking their kiss, she lifted her left breast to Taylor's mouth.

"Suck on this, sugar." Sanura said as she grabbed Taylor's head and pulled her mouth to her thick nipple.

Taylor never imagined that one day she'd be sucking on another woman's breast, but now that she was, she was determine to do her best. She knew how she liked her own nipples sucked and she used that as a guide. That and Sanura's encouragement were enough for her to do a pretty good job if it.

"Yeah baby, that's it." Sanura moaned as she ran her hand through Taylor's hair. "Use your teeth on it. Make it good and hard."

And hard they got as Taylor worked with abandon on the mixture of soft and hard flesh. Sanura grabbed her head and shifted her mouth to her other breast. This time Taylor improved on her technique. If nothing else, she had always been a fast learner.

Sanura pulled Taylor's face upward as they locked lips one last time in a deep hungry kiss. She wrapped her hands around Taylor's neck, pulling her close so that the tips of their breasts rubbed against each other.

"I have a surprise for you." Sanura said with a wicked grin.

From her uniform belt, the policewoman produced a small black plastic baton. It was an inch thick and ten inches long. She slid it between Taylor's legs and up against her wet cunt.

"Ooooo" Taylor purred as she felt the hard stick rub her clit.

"It gets better." Sanura laughed softly as she worked the tip of her baton up against the opening of Taylor's pussy.

"OOOOO" Taylor sighed even louder as it moved inside her.

"Like it, baby?" she asked as she eased it up inside of the devil.

Continuing to press her body against Taylor's, sharing the erotic charge passing through her, the darker woman began to slide the baton in and out of her like a cock.

"Tell me, baby," she said into her ear as she worked the truncheon in and out as fast as she could, continuing to kiss and massaged Taylor's body with her tongue and free hand as well. "Tell me how much you love, tell me how good it makes you feel!"

"Oh yes," Taylor panted. "Oh yes, I love it. I fucking love it. It feels so good, so good!"

"And you're going to come for me baby, aren't you?" she went on, driving the black rod at such a pace that it was almost a blur. "You're going to creme all over my big black stick, aren't you?"

"Oh God, " Taylor called out, "Oh Dear God!"

She couldn't believe how good this piece of plastic felt inside of her. In Sanura's hands it was driving her crazier than George's cock. And her mouth. What this woman was doing to her with her mouth and tongue. If she kept this up, Taylor was going to come in a few minutes, and come hard. Very hard.

Of course Sanura had no intention of stopping, or even slowing down. If anything, she managed to put just a little more into her efforts. From deep inside, from a place Taylor had only managed to tap so very few times, a fireball of passion exploded and saturated her body.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" Taylor screamed at the top of her lungs. Normally not the type who vocalized an orgasm, this time she let out with a scream that could be heard all the way back in the Ballroom.

Sanura held on to the quaking body in her arms even harder, sharing the heat of her climax. She kissed her as hard as she could, muffling her cry. At the same time she drove her hand held cock inside Taylor one last time.