Masquerade Mardi Gras Ball

Heather contacted me out of the blue after being very scarce for over a year.   She had been in a serious long-term relationship and she begged me to stop my incessant flirting.   She didn't block me though, seeming to love keeping me at bay while also keeping me on a thin string.  

My seductress knows the power she has over men, me being one of them, and likes it - knowing she can have me just about whenever she wants at this point.   She really rocked my world early on and our short run had culminated in a Vegas trip on which she agreed to be my arm candy!   Great weekend it was for us both - Vegas Grand Prix 2024.  

She had contacted me to tell me she had broken up, and was a bit lonely.   She said she liked me, but just wanted a friend.   I consoled her.   She was very open that she knew how I felt about her and didn't want to tease or lead me on.   She just wanted a shoulder.   I was eager to give her mine.  

Heather knows I want her young ovaries for procreation and despite loving a lot about me, she was just not ready for the challenges babies hold, especially with our age gap.  

Oh well, we talked regularly for a few weeks and I told her she should eventually say goodbye as we had divergent dreams and goals.   We still talked occasionally and one day she shared she'd be passing through my area on the way from S. Florida to see relatives in Louisiana.  

It just so happened there was a Masquerade Ball I'd been invited to that perfectly coincided with her trip.   I told her about it - a Mardi Gras related Masquerade Ball at a Historic Downtown New Orleans Hotel with its famous rotating Bar & Lounge.  

Reluctant at first, Heather couldn't resist the offer, especially after I gave her a generous budget to find the perfect Mardi Gras outfit and mask for the event.   She became a bit intrigued and wholeheartedly came on board for the experience.   She did make me promise while she would be very fun, there was to be no expectations for how the night would end as we were just to be friends.  

The way the dates worked out, Heather was to visit her relatives for a couple of days, then meet me at the Hotel early the day of the party to hang out and dress for the Ball.   My black tuxedo was Mardi Gras themed with a purple cummerbund and bow tie with a purple mask.  

As Heather was to shower and dress for the ball, she said for me to hang out at the rotating Bar & Lounge at the venue and she would meet me there in an hour.   I departed, somewhat anxious to see her choice of outfits for the event.   

I enjoyed a couple of Bond inspired vodka martinis as I waited at the coolest bar in the Crescent City, checking out the other tuxedo'd men waiting on their ladies for the evening, then getting to see the well-dressed, many very sexily dressed females as they arrived.  

My young courtesan arrived just under an hour later looking like a golden brick house!   She was in a very short flapper style frilly purple skirt with silver thigh high stockings, clips/straps visible, four-inch clear acrylic pumps, a feathery purple headdress and the sexiest mask with strings of silver faux diamonds that draped past her mouth and chin, almost completely covering her face.   She looked amazing and turned most all of the heads in the crowded bar.  

I rose to greet her, kissed her hand as I gave her a rose and handed her first of several of New Orleans' signature drink, the famous 'Hurricane'.    I had a hard time pinning her corsage on the thin lacey strap that held her top.  

Besides her ID's being checked to verify her age entering, Heather would have total anonymity for this event!

I brought out our invitations and we were verified and given a gift.   We made it to our dinner seats and peaked at our risque party favor - a 'Sex Box' filled with toys, oils and condoms, the 'Couples Version', from a popular website that sells them.   Heather said with a hard to see smile, but with a definite jovial tone for me not to think of using any of them on her just yet.   I was strongly encouraged by her last two words, 'just yet'.  

After dinner, over a dozen scantily clad female dancers and a half a dozen male dancers made their way to elevated dancing platforms set up throughout the venue and the music began.  

Unbeknownst to the young hottie by my side, there was a 'Sexiest Outfit & Mask' Contest all the females would be automatically entered into.   Pictures were taken upon entering the venue and the dancers were to determine a single winner.   Heather won!   The male dancers came and escorted her to the "Queen of the Ball" throne, an ornate lit up chair the shirtless men could hoist in the air and march their Queen around the venue.

Heather was brought up to the main stage and an elaborate Queen worship dance was performed in celebration of this year's selection.   All the dancers took turns giving erotic lap dance style performances with Heather as the object of their sexually themed attentions.  

The dancers showed very little restraint as there was a lot of inappropriate touching as they included their 'Queen' into very entertaining erotic performance.   Needless to say, as soon as Heather was returned to her King, her eyes were glossed over and I could tell she was highly prepped to be be royally fucked.   She looked at me through her mask and told me we had to leave immediately.  

Heather attacked me in the elevator, unzipping my tuxedo pants and fishing out my now erect object of her desire.   Heather's a definite cock worshipper and absolutely loved worshipping mine!   I knew she'd made her decision to fuck me again tonight and I couldn't wait to use everything in our party favor Sex Box on her as soon as I could.  

I had her stop with her amazing cock slurping skills just before the elevator doors opened on our floor.   I picked her up and carried her as I unlocked the door with her in my arms and brought her to our bed.  

Heather's choice of crotchless was a perfect for her outfit and the evening.   They were also perfect for me as I easily unzipped and removed her skirt and got instant access to her now drenched and oozing love maker.  

I couldn't resist lapping up her sugary lubrication for a taste, but didn't take long either getting the bulbous head of my young pussy wanting cock covered in the slippery cock lubricant.   Despite the perfect slickness my cockhead was now covered in, the initial thrust was always a challenge.  

When I showed reluctance to hurt her with my entry, she slammed her body onto the full length of my cock and didn't stop with her gyrations until I had rolled her from the cowgirl into the missionary position.   She came the first of multiple times and my cock could feel each and every pulse of her orgasm tightening around its girth.   Heather is a powerful cummer.

We went through all of the oils and toys in the fun box we were given.   The next morning was relaxed with a continental breakfast in robes before we said our goodbyes.   Heather visits me more often now and I have many more opportunities to slather her ovaries with my baby-makers.