This dark mask seemed different than the other flimsy,
playful masks. It was made of hard leather. The surface was a dull, matte black
and fitted extremely tight to his face. It seemed very expensive for just a
costume. Plus, the rest of his clothing was casual. Black jeans and a black
t-shirt stretched tight over a broad chest. As her gaze lingered on his
"face", she peered into the darkened eye holes and saw the coldest,
darkest eyes staring back at her, assessing her.
Is that what’s scaring you?
Anna didn't know, but she created more distance between
their bodies. At most, it was still only a few inches, but it let her breathe.
He pulled her tighter against him. So tight that she could feel him hardening.
She struggled in his grasp as panic bubbled within her. His hold tightened
around her waist, almost crushing the air from her lungs. Finally, he released
her. Letting her know that she could get away only because he allowed it.
As she found her voice, at last, she whispered
breathlessly, "Sorry about that. Someone pushed me..."
She let her voice trail off as he stared down at her. He
was definitely making her uncomfortable. She excused herself and moved away
from him. Leaving her empty cup on a counter, she grabbed another drink from
the table. One of the men was filling cups with alcohol. She didn't know what
she'd just grabbed, and she didn’t ask. With a gulp, she downed almost all of
it. As she left the kitchen, she set the empty cup on a side table.
As she moved through the crowd again, she felt the hair
stand up on her arms and looked back over her shoulder to see the masked man
still staring after her. She quickened her pace to put some distance between
them. In the living room towards the front of the house, people were dancing,
but with nothing close to the nakedness she'd seen in some of the side rooms on
the way to the kitchen. She found herself pulled onto the make-shift dance
floor by a guy dressed as a devil. He had on a full red leather suit, very
close fitting. When she turned her back to grind against him, she felt his
hands move under her skirt to her hips exposing her panties as he pressed his
hardening cock into the crack of her ass.
Her head was spinning, but she felt great. Another set of
hands pulled her, and suddenly she was dancing with the man dressed as a
cowboy. Anna laughed and wondered what happened to Pocahontas. She wrapped her
arms around his neck as they danced. His arms wrapped around her, his hands
groping her ass, slowly caressing as he pressed tight against her body. He
slipped his hands under her skirt and slid his finger along her slit. She
barely noticed where his hands were as he kissed the side of her neck. That
spot on her neck always had such an effect on her. It made her dizzy and
disoriented. The alcohol didn't do much to help her clarity, either. When he
tugged her panties aside and slipped a finger into her pussy, all she could do
was moan.
All of a sudden, she felt a tug on her arm that had her
spinning away from the cowboy into the arms of someone else. She heard a low
growl from above her, "I suggest you move along, Cowboy."
The threat in his tone, and the fact that Anna didn't
protest made the cowboy shrug and wander off. It took Anna some time to realize
she was no longer dancing with the cowboy. She’d had too much to drink too
quickly. She tried to shake off her drunkenness. A vague sense of danger
pricked her nerve endings. She lifted her head slowly to see who her new dance
partner was. It was the guy in the mask. The alcohol was definitely slowing her
reaction time, and she swayed as she tried to keep looking at his face. Her
legs wouldn't support her anymore. The grip he had on her was the only thing
keeping her from falling into a heap on the floor.