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The Masquerade
By eastern_rose

Hi my name is Sue, welcome to my little tail, it all started one day in October last year, we, that is my husband, Fred, and daughter Samantha were all invited to a masked ball. The invitation came from my elderly boss, he is sixty years old and this is his last year as CEO of the company. I have worked for the company part time only for three years, they are very family oriented, every one who works there and all their families go to the summer picnic together in the summer and at Christmas there is a huge party for staff and families. The three of us have been every year since I started working there, anyway, so this invitation to a masked ball wasn’t so surprising, I asked a few of the women at work if there had been anything like this before and they said there had never been one before. And there were lots of people that had never even been invited, apparently the venue isn’t big enough for all staff and because the CEO was paying out of his own pocket there had been a decision to invite only one third of the staff and those invitations were drawn out of a hat. I have never been to a masked ball before but I knew a few people who had been to that sort of thing, when I asked them about it I got a lot of sniggering and nudges but no straight answers. Even the library didn’t help much, there was a history of masquerade balls turning into bacchanalian orgies in the seventeen hundreds but nothing on them in more recent history. I contacted my boss’s secretary, Joan, told her I was nervous about what sort of costume to get, I had looked around and there were some very expensive costumes for women and not very much choice for men. Joan asked me if my daughter had received her birthday card from the company, “yes it arrived in time” would Leann be coming or was she too young at sixteen, “No we are all coming”. Joan told me that as some staff like me worked part time and the cost of the costume was so high that the company was paying for the costumes and all we had to do was to supply our measurements a week before the party and there would be a costume waiting for us at the venue.

The venue was nothing special, a new factory unit on the outskirts of town, our invitations were checked carefully at the door and we women were sent to the left of the main entrance and the men to the right. At least Leann and I were going to be together, once through the door on the right there was a further security check, I was sent along with a line of older, fuller figured women and Leanne was with slim and younger girls. There was a long rail with guest’s names on each hanger and a row of temporary changing rooms, there was even a section where security would look after our street cloths. The costume was complete right down to the purse, it was very small and would only hold the meagrest of possessions. I was surprised at just how complete the costume was; there were even French silk panties and Brussels lace bask in the case. I handed my case to the security people with all of my possessions in it; I was given a numbered tag for reclamation later, I took the purse with my house key in it and a few handkerchiefs, and that was it full. As I left the changing rooms there was a further check of my invitation and this time it was popped on a spike and I was directed to the right, I had seen several women going to the left but I followed the directions I was given. I passed a full length mirror just before the entrance to the party room, there was a sign above the mirror asking guests to check that the mask was fitted correctly and once inside the room no one was to reveal their true identity to anyone. Up to this point everything in the venue was exactly what it seemed, cheap window dressing to make a brand new business unit into a party venue, the walls that had corralled us and steered us to this point were just rough wooden framing with dark blue hessian cloth stretched over them, the ceiling was white muslin with standard fluorescent lighting above. Not that I am deriding that, it would have still cost a small fortune to have provided all of that for a temporary establishment, but here I was standing in front of opulence, the mirror that was reflecting a very glamorous looking ‘me’ was Louie XIV, guilt frame and real silver back, the sign ‘blue tacked’ to the glass was a little too twentieth century but I forgot all of that when I opened the door. The room was absolutely perfect; the Louie XIV theme was played out to perfection in every detail, I think the glasses were even of the period, either original or very good replicas of them. I was handed a glass of Champaign and even the waiters were in masks, I had finished the first glass when I noticed the door was being closed, I looked around trying to spot which one was likely to be my husband or daughter. The costumes and masks made that impossible though, I could see the point of keeping family members separate while dressing so that we wouldn’t instantly gravitate to each other. I did a very quick head count, there were actually far less people in the room than I had expected to see. In the changing room with me there were almost a hundred costumes, there was far less than that now and there were men and women in here. A glass tinkled and the room went quiet, a man mounted the small staging where a string quintet had been playing elevator music. The man explained that this party was a masquerade, and that in the seventeenth century it was the only way the French courtiers could let their hair down without encoring the displeasure of husband or king. The man pointed out small booths around the perimeter of the room, these were where the courtesans would entertain as many men as they wanted to during the ball without guilt or repercussion. There were two versions of the Masque that I had come across in my research, the original where the guests went home in character and the more modern variant where everyone unmasked at midnight to reveal themselves. Our guide to the evenings entertainment told us that at the end of the ball we would all be getting changed without the reveal. As he finished explaining what the evening was all about the two entrances were once again opened and anyone that felt uncomfortable was at liberty to leave now, there was a bar being set up in the reception area for a less adult, more twentieth century party. No one left the room, and as the guide stepped down from the stage I noticed the quintet were placing blindfolds on themselves, I had seen that mentioned too, the entertainers were commoners and serfs, and it wouldn’t do for them to see their betters at play. They really had gone to town with the authenticity of the party.

As soon as the first chord had been struck by the quintet I was grabbed from behind and pulled on to the dance floor, I had been to a few dances in the past where the dance floor was unused for most of the night until people were merry with drink. Tonight the floor was full, there was almost no one standing at the side, there were exactly equal numbers of men and women. I asked my partner where he worked but he just shook his head and placed a finger to his mouth. Then it struck me that no one was actually talking to each other, they were all trying hard to keep up the anonymity. As we danced my partner kissed the side of my neck, was he my husband in which case he was entitled to kiss me but I couldn’t tell. As we danced, the music seemed to go on forever, no three-minute bop and squat. My partner was silently teaching me how to follow the music with my body, he was a very good dancer, and as his lips reached my ear I realised he probably wasn’t my husband either. We danced toward one of the cubicles with its curtains open, there were at least a dozen occupied already, and as we reached the opening my partner broak away and silently invited me to join him inside. I looked around, I knew my face was flushed but I felt that I really wanted to try this experience tonight. I had been married for eighteen years and fell pregnant within three months of the honey moon, and I had been faithful to my husband ever since. I looked around, there was no way he would know it was me, all of the women were similarly dressed, same style, colours and we all had auburn wigs on too, so I followed my partner through the curtains. There was a leather chase lounge in the cubical and I was silently directed to lounge on it. I was kissed on the lips gently and the exposed portion of my breast that was pushed upward by the bask under my dress. I didn’t react in a negative way and so my partner got a little balder with me, he pressed his hand to my breast, slipping his fingers into the cup of the bask, easing the material down to expose one breast to his mouth. He paid a lot of attention to that breast before exposing the other, the design of the dress and the bask meant that it wasn’t at all uncomfortable having my breasts exposed, I had thought that it would have felt uncomfortable but it was almost as comfortable as wearing the dress properly. One of my partners hands was working its way up inside the petticoat when the music stopped and restarted with a slightly different tempo, slightly jollier, I heard a whispered ‘Dam’ from my partner, he stood quickly and adjusted the tent in his tights, it must have felt so funny for a twentieth century man to dress in seventeenth century tights instead of trousers. I was being helped to my feet and was being led to the curtain and back into the main room, I was trying to pop my boobs back into their skimpy holsters but my partner stopped me with his free hand and a scowl.

Back in the main room, hot and bothered, breasts exposed I felt that things were going wrong, then I looked about me and saw that all the women leaving the booths were in a similar state of undress. That made me feel a little more comfortable, the man from the booth to my left caught up with me, I thought that this may be my husband recognising my boobs and mad at me for messing about. My partner had let go of my hand and was catching the arm of the woman leaving the booth to my right, I then realised it was like an excuse me or a Paul Jones dance where the partners changed in a set way. My new partner was a little older, he danced like an angel, he even managed to avoid me trying to stamp all over his feet in my clumsy attempt to dance. He kissed me on the lips a few times and as we danced close to a vacant booth he broke away and held out his hand inviting me to join him inside. Once again I was placed on the chase lounge recumbent, his mouth met my hardening nipples the instant my back touched the leather of the couch, eager fingers worked their way up to my French panties, there was no elastic to hold him back and a finger reached my pussy instantly. I was breathing heavily with the forbidden excitement of it all, his finger expertly brought me to a climax, and while still panting from that first forbidden climax he removed my panties altogether. The music changed again and once more I was being helped up from the couch. The partner exchange went as smoothly as before, the man from my left taking my hand and my partner moving to the woman on my right. There were more women with their breasts exposed this time; in fact I think all the women had their breasts exposed. I was straining to see if I could spot Leann’s small under developed breasts but couldn’t see any small-breasted women at all. The dance was wonderful again, and once more I was danced into a booth, this time I wasn’t invited to lay down, my partner was standing behind me kissing my neck, fondling my breasts, and pressing a very respectable erection into my bottom. I felt him undoing my outer dress, it fell away leaving me standing in my mask, wig, bask and petticoat. The music ended and we were on the exchange once more, following the pattern that had been established. I scanned the room once more, there were all the women in a similar state of undress to me, it looked both farcical and erotic to see all of us matronly women dancing in our skivvies but it felt good too. I almost dragged this partner past the booth where my dress and panties were and he chuckled silently as he invited me in from behind. My petticoat was removed and my partner had a little extra time to perform cunnylinguis on me, as I lay recumbent on the leather chase lounge. I had three climaxes under his expert tongue, and a further climax just because the music had stopped and I knew that I would be going out into the public room in just a lace black bask. Just as before we all left in unison, there we all were, men fully dressed, women almost nude, the guy that came from my left this time must have thought I was a one hundred metres sprinter, I was round the dance floor and back in my booth in seconds, he was almost breathless trying to catch me up. My bask was on the floor before he had the curtain closed and he tutted at this, he looked to be about forty five but he was in good condition for all of that. He opened his trousers and his equipment was well on the A+ above average size class, as he penetrated me, the lights seemed to go out, he just pushed his cock into me, I was soaking wet but I did offer a little resistance to his huge size, this was just bulldozed aside though, I was well and truly impaled on his love shaft. At the point that I thought the music was about to end, and a little voice was shouting in my head don’t let him stop, don’t let him stop, over and over again, the music seemed to pick up from a midway point and continued a further two climaxes. We didn’t leave the booth this time but the curtains forming the booths were drawn up into the ceiling, revealing about fifty couples in various positions fucking each other, then the music stopped for only a second and the men all rushed down the line one place and started fucking again, the music was fast and jolly this time but it kept stopping every three or four minutes, and with each pause the partners changed once again. I scanned the room carefully but didn’t see a single girl that was Leann’s age or size, not one single man that had a cock as small as my husbands either.

As midnight approached, I couldn’t speak for the other women and men but I wanted the night to go on forever. As the clock struck twelve the men all took their clothes and left us girls alone and naked, our host came from the stage area but wasn’t in costume, he looked around at all of us sexually sated women and asked if we had had a good time at his leaving party, he told us that there were showers and all the stuff we women needed to pretty ourselves up, the company medical staff were in the changing room with the morning after pill for anyone that wanted it, he wished us a good night and asked if there was someone that would like to help him with his little problem, he pointed to his crotch, there were three volunteers who went on stage with him, he fucked the three of them while we all watched. As he was finishing his fun with the third woman we all started to drift off, we were told to leave everything where it was, and to hand in out mask and wig after we were dressed. I had a cool shower, communal, recognised half a dozen women from our office block but no one overtly recognised anyone else, my hair was still wet as I waited in the reception area for Leann and my husband Fred. Leann’s hair was wet too, she looked very tired and was a little stressed at having to wait for her father. Fred’s hair was wet too and as we drove home, I asked Leann how her party went, “Best party I have ever been to” she said, I asked her what happened, she told me a lot of dancing, and stuff but wouldn’t elaborate on that, Fred was keeping tight lipped too but I didn’t care I had the best time of my life by far and wished I could do it all over again.

At work on Monday following the masque, no one was talking about it, I noticed the few women that I had recognised from the showers were sitting with contented grins on their faces, I guessed that no one had ever had anything like that happen to them in their lives before, I certainly hadn’t. I was called to the CEO’s office late in the afternoon, I was blushing like a school girl, I had seen him perform with three women one after the other and he had probably seen me with fifteen or twenty different men all together with out recognising me. The people who ran the masque were looking for staff to work at future events, part time, a few nights a month, mostly the masque format but there were others too, they had been very impressed with how I took the lead several times during our party and wanted me to join them. I was over the moon, I would have jumped at the chance to pay to go to another party like that one but the chance to go regularly and get paid handsomely too was a dream come true. I told Fred that I had taken another part time job, but that it wasn’t regular and the money would be fantastic but it may mean working overnight sometimes. Leann smiled and said she has an after school job too, must be similar to mine, we compared notes later, she was offered the same job as me, we would be fucking men side by side for up to three nights a month. Well she is over the age where she can do as she pleases, and I guess she will please a lot of people in the process.

This is an original story written by eastern_rose@yahoo.com, if you have any comments on this story good or bad please let me know at the address above or eastern_rose2@hotmail.com.