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It was Halloween Friday, so I arrived at Sharon’s place early to get ready for a costume party that she’d been freaking out over and she’d been superexcited and secretive over the costumes she’d picked out for us.
Sharon, a petiteyet busty fivefootfour inch AfricanAmerican woman with wide y blue eyes that seemed to smile, met me in the foyer as she displayed her very y costume for me, twirling around and striking a series of provocative poses; I was knocked out.
Sharon then said, “Joey, your costume is in the bedroom, so get ready and put it on we don’t have a lot of time!”
Once I saw the costume, I was in shock.
I came out and said, “Sharon, are you crazy? I can’t wear that to the party!”
Sharon put her hands on her hips and said, “You can and you will!”
Shaking my head, I said, “No, no way.”
Sharon gave me The Look. I put on the costume.
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Later, arriving at the mansion where the party was being held, I was shocked to see how many people were already there, all in costume. Standing outside in line in our overcoats, I loudwhispered, “Sharon, look at all these people, you said it’d be a small get together!”
“Oh, you know how Helen is with parties. And don’t you start with me, I want to have a fun time tonight. ” Sharon scolded. I looked behind us and the line to get in was growing. I was nervous.
From where I was standing, I could see that inside was a huge grand foyer crowded with people in all manner of costume.
As we got closer, I noticed that each costumed couple was receiving a formal introduction to the guests already present, with each costumed couple displaying themselves to light applause. Not good.
At the front of the line, a woman in a y and traditional Frenchmaid outfit and another woman dressed as a y female butler, with slickbacked hair, white bowtie and tails, with a black leotard bottom, fishnet stockings and high heels.
were taking coats. Further down the line, there was the Mademoiselle, an attractive, darkhaired fortysomething Parisian woman, costumed as an oldtime courtesan, complete with a red dress that revealed her ample décolletage, who was acting as hostess introducing them as they walked forward.
The y butler took Sharon’s coat, revealing her to be dressed as a dominatrix, wearing a white, shiny, skintight latex bodysuit that looked like it had been painted on, complete with matching gloves, thighhigh boots and a white whip.
Sharon spun around, displaying her costume and then strutted down the carpet, with a provocative sway to her hips, gaining a great deal of applause from the men in the crowd and from the women as well.
The Mademoiselle said, “May I introduce the wickedyetbeautiful, Mistress Sharon!”
Sharon looked so y in her latex that I immediately got a full hardon; I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her ass, with every curve of it displayed by supertight white latex.
My admiration for Sharon’s ass was interrupted by the French Maid, who said, “Your coat, sir?”
Oh No!
“Ah, no, that’s OK, I’m a little cold, I’ll just keep it with me.”
The y butler and maid looked at each other in confusion, and then back to me, with the y butler saying, “Sir, we have to take your coat.”
“Get the Mademoiselle,” the maid said to the butler; both looked visibly annoyed. Meanwhile, more people were entering behind me. I looked towards Sharon and she seemed pissed, with her arms folded over her chest as she glared daggers at me.
The Mademoiselle, and the y butler, who had been waiting for me hurried over and asked the French maid in French, “Mais bon sang, qu’estce qui se passe?” (“What the hell Is going on?”)
The French maid answered, “He won’t give us his coat.” in a what do you expect me to do about it? manner.
More guests arrived and there had become an logjam of people trying to enter and there was some grumbling.
In a stern manner, the Mademoiselle informed me, “Monsieur, only guests wearing a costume are permitted entry to ze party; either you hand me your coat or I must ask you to leave.”
“Look, I’ll take off the overcoat as soon as I get in, I”
The Mademoiselle interrupted, “No! Monsieur, there is a protocol to ze festivities. No exceptions.”
I could feel the heat of Sharon’s anger radiating.
Serious logjam in the back, and the partygoers already present, were starting to investigate the commotion.
Noticing this and throwing her hands up in the air, the Mademoiselle said “Well, Monsieur, I hope you are happy. We are very delayed and behind schedule.”
Facing me, the Mademoiselle said, “Ze foyer is now completely blocked off with arriving guests, so you cannot leave, you may only go forward.”
Visibly annoyed, the Mademoiselle extended her hand and said, “Monsieur, give me your coat.”
Annoyed and tired of arguing, I said, “Fine,” and took off the coat, revealing to the crowd, my oiled body clad only in a black slave collar, a pair of black ankleboots and a skimpy blacksilk thong which currently displayed my erection.
I was blushing with extreme embarrassment.
Behind me, there were immediate, delighted, and appreciative oohs and aahs from the crowd, with female comments ranging from, “What a splendid derriere,” to the traditional, “Ooh, nice ass!”
The Mademoiselle seductively ran her eyes up and down my oiled flesh and raised an eyebrow when she got to my thongcovered erection. With a wicked smile, she spoke into her microphone.
“And…finally, we have ze personal property of Mistress Sharon, Slave Joey!” and I started to walk next to Sharon when the Mademoiselle held up a hand, indicating I should halt.
I halted.
Clasping both hands together, she locked eye contact with me and commanded, “Turn.”
Nervous, I hesitated, which prompted the Mademoiselle to cock her head, raise an eyebrow and twirl her index finger in the air, the universal sign for “turn around”, and repeated, now with insistence in her voice, “Turn.”
Reluctantly, I turned around, and as I did so, I saw a variety of people dressed in y costumes and based on the whispers and pointing, most of the female guests seemed to be noticing my hardon.
I had to get out of here! I thought, as I started to move towards Sharon, but once again, the Mademoiselle held up her hand, stopping me.
“My, my…Slave Joey seems so eager to run off…I believe he is feeling a little bashful, no?” the Mademoiselle said, as she walked behind me with her longnailed hand on my shoulder as her eyes stared down at my thongcovered ass. “After, hearing so much about you from Sharon, it is nice to see you…in the flesh.” she said, to moderate laughter from the crowd, who were, by then, enjoying the show.
With her hand on the small of my back, “We have had enough fun with Slave Joey, oui?” the Mademoiselle asked the crowd, prompting the party and introductions to continue. As I started to walk away, I felt a hand tug on the side of my thong and slide a piece of paper between the fabric and me. Turning, I saw it was the y butler, who smiled as she said, “Your receipt for your coat, sir.”
I caught up with Sharon and her earlier anger seemed to have completely evaporated, as her eyes looked me up and down, her face, holding an expression of you look so good it hurts! as she exclaimed, “Oooh, I could just tear you up right now! You look soooo gooood in that thong!” which drew more attention from partygoers as they passed by. “Turn around for me, baby; show momma that sweet ass,” Sharon said as she physically spun me around to ogle me.
Facing her, I whispered, “Sharon, I look ridiculous in this. I didn’t know there’d be this many people!”
Sharon dismissively responded, “Oh please, you look hot! We both do and besides, what’s wrong with me wanting to show you off? I want everyone here to see the hot piece of ass I get to fuck every night.” Her fingers trailed teasingly along the length of my rigid, thongcovered cock, causing me to shiver.
At that moment, I could hear that the logjam of arriving partygoers was beginning to clear up, when I heard, “Alright y’all, break it up! Break it up!” followed by a few cheers.
Pushing through the crowd was Connie, an attractive, fivefootsixinch” Black woman with short, reddishhair and a bubblebutt that was accentuated by the very tight policewoman costume she was wearing mirrored sunglasses, police cap, tan tight haltertop with matching booty shorts and black boots, with her police belt holding handcuffs and a police baton.
“What’s she doing here?!” I hissed at Sharon. Connie was Sharon’s best friend, but we didn’t get along; besides taking an immediate dislike to each other, Connie blamed me for Sharon not spending as much time with her and their group of cougar friends.
Also, Connie had recorded a particularly humiliating ual incident that had happened to me at a nudist resort and that recording eventually wound up on the internet and had been seen by friends, coworkers and a few of my college acquaintances, completely disrupting my professional, personal and campus life.
Seeing us, Connie strutted over and made me a part of her show as she spun me around and pushed me against the wall while saying, “ASSsume the position!”
A crowd gathered, once again, to watch the impromptu show. Connie ‘frisked’ me, running her hands over my chest and cheeks of my ass, and then squeezed my hard cock, causing me to grunt, as she said, “What’s this? A concealed weapon?”
Spinning me around again, I was still in shock, Connie ran her billy club along the length of my thongcovered cock and said, “May not be a weapon, but it looks like it’s ready to discharge!” causing the partygoers to laugh and applaud. I smiled a fake smile, hiding my embarrassment and anger at Connie.
Connie!
Sharon and Connie hugged and exchanged pleasantries, as the crowd dissipated and the Mademoiselle continued to introduce arriving guests. Eventually, Sharon got pulled into mingling and reuniting with old friends of hers, leaving me alone with Connie.
Both of us just leaned against the wall in awkward silence for a few minutes. I could feel Connie smirking as she ran her eyes over my mostly exposed body.
Finally, I turned and snapped, “What? What’s on your mind, Connie?”
Still checking out my body, Connie said, “Hmm, hmm, hmm… you just love running around bareassed, don’t you?”
“I didn’t pick this costume. Sharon did.” I said defensively, as two female partygoers in differentstyle cat costumes walked by, ogling me.
Ignoring my reply, Connie ran her hands down her breasts, and said, “Look at my costume. yass top showing cleavage and a hint of nipslip,” then she turned around and continued, “And a pair of tightazz bootyshorts that my cheeks peek through.” she emphasized the point by running a hand over her ass. Connie was very y in her uniform and I realized this conversation might not be a good idea for me as my cock continued to stretch the front of my thong.
Cocking her head to check out my ass, Connie continued, “Now, in contrast, look at you you got your whole ass hanging out and don’t get me wrong, your booty is on point, especially ever since you got a little bit of junk in yo’ trunk, just enough to give it a y jiggle and, if I’m being completely honest, your ass is the only thing about you I like.” Connie then looked down at my groin, and said, “Actually, you have a nice dick, too.”
Caught off guard by her comments, I just stood there in silence, as Connie continued to appraise my body. I blushed in embarrassment under her gaze.
The awkward silence was broken when Connie asked, “Think Sharon would let me fuck you?”
Before I could even think of a reply, Sharon returned and she was with Helen, the host of our party.
Helen was a perky, shorthaired blonde with expressive green eyes and huge, but firm, tits and she looked incredibly y in her red, skintight latex ‘devil’ costume that displayed her bosom, complete with devilhorn tiara, tridentpitchfork, longsleeved gloves and stilettoheeled boots. Her lipstick was the same shade of deep red as her costume. Most of Sharon’s cougarfriends were very ‘handsy’, but Helen was an absolute octopus of groping. Especially, when she was drunk, I had complained about this with Sharon and asked her to talk to her about it, but Sharon just laughed it off, saying, “That’s just Helen being Helen.”
Helen squealed in delight when she saw Connie in her costume and they hugged; Helen had clearly been drinking. Finally noticing me, Helen’s eyes went wide with a huge grin on her face, as she looked me up and down and said, “Oh my God, what are you wearing!? Is that a thong?”
Spinning me around, Helen said, “Oh my goodness, your tush looks fantastic!” and then squeezed the left cheek of my ass.
I turned around to put a stop to that.
Helen’s mouth and eyes went wide as she noticed my hard cock pushing against the front of my thong. “Oh my God, do you have a hardon!” Helen said a little too loudly, as a few female guests, costumed as y versions of classic Disney characters, giggled and stole glances at my erection, as they walked by.
Helen then leaned in for a hug, “It’s been so long, I’ve really missed you!”
I could smell the alcohol on her breath and as she hugged me; one of her nipples slid free from her costume and I could feel it against my bare chest. I could also feel her grinding against me as her longnailed hands sensuously slid down my back and grabbed the exposed cheeks of my ass, and then squeezed them, her nails digging in.
Looking at Sharon for help, I said, “HHelen…seriously, sstop.” as Helen tweaked my nipple with one hand, while the other hand began to pull the snapbuttons of my thong, threatening to strip me naked in public. Both Sharon and Connie were enjoying watching me squirm under Helen’s sensual assault.
Helen looked at Sharon and Connie, and said, “I love how he protests, even though we all know he loves it.”
I looked at Sharon uneasily and asked, “What does she mean?” Sharon looked away in a comical fashion of exaggerated guilt, but I wasn’t laughing.
Connie broke the awkward silence and said with a smile, “What Helen means, is that Sharon told us about all your freaky and kinky shit. Being tied up, getting spanked, getting a finger up yo’ booty!”
As Connie revealed all of my most secret fetishes, Helen gave my ass a playful slap, and said, in a teasing manner, “Naughty boy!”
I felt dizzy with embarrassment and was speechless as the ladies laughed at me.
Taking pity on me, Sharon changed topics, and asked, “Helen, you said there was something you wanted to ask me?”
Helen’s roaming hands continued to make me squirm. My cock was rock hard.
“Oh, I got so distracted by you y people, I forgot about the favor I was going to ask,” Helen said to Sharon and Connie, as she continued to grope and fondle me.
Suddenly, the light bulb went on in Helen’s head as she remembered what she was going to ask, her eyes bright. “Oh yeah, we’re running low on hooch, could you guys be darlings and go on a booze run?”
Exasperated, Sharon said, “Helen, we just got here!”
Apologetic, Helen said, “I know, I know guys, I’m so sorry. I’ve got a limo ready to take you guys down and pick up the order; everything’s been paid for.”
Resignedly, Sharon said, “OK, Connie and I will pick up the order.”
Hugging and grinding against me, Helen said, “And don’t worry about Joey, he’s in good hands.” Her hand squeezed the cheek of my ass when she said the word ‘hands’. I knew I had to get out of there.
“Hold on, I’ll go with you ladies; let me just grab my coat,” I said, as I squirmed out of and away from Helen’s octopuslike hands.
Making my way to the coat room was a bit of a hassle, as I had to make my way through the crowd of newly arriving guests, most of whom laughed about and commented on my costume and, thanks to Helen’s teasing, I was sporting a full erection that was barely contained in my thong and was also receiving its share of attention.
Suddenly, a short and slightly chubby, but buxom redhead, costumed as a mermaid, stepped in front of me. “Leaving so soon? Her cleavage full on display, she licked her red lips, batted her long lashes at me.
“Ah,” I said, at a loss for words.
The buxom mermaid’s eyes traveled up and down my body as she said, “I just had to get a better view of your costume.” smiling and staring directly at my thongcovered erection, she said, “You certainly do a good job of filling it out.”
My face was beetred in embarrassment, as I stammered out, “Thanks,” and got in line for the coatcheck room.
Waiting in line seemed to take forever, with most of the people being arriving guests, who were checking their coats; I was keenly aware of how much attention my ‘costume’ was getting.
Finally getting to the front of the line, the blonde coatcheck girl, who seemed a little high, looked up from her list and her eyes went wide when she saw me.
“Hi, I have to go for a while, so I’ll need my coat,” I said curtly.
Staring down at my crotch, the coatcheck girl said, “Um…OK, I just need your ticket.”
“What? What ticket? I was never given a ticket,” I said, a little loudly, startling the coat check girl, who seemed to be moving and thinking in slow motion. Meanwhile, once again, a crowd was forming behind me.
“I gave a ticket to everyone who gave me a coat,” she said a little defensively.
“Well I” I started to say, but stopped as I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning, it was the Mademoiselle, who seemed annoyed, and her y butler, who was smirking as she checked me out.
Meeting my eyes, challenging me, the Mademoiselle said, “Monsieur, is there a problem?”
Angry, embarrassed, and keenly aware of my throbbing cock that was barely contained in my thong, I was struggling for words when I heard the car horn of the limo outside.
Turning towards the Mademoiselle, I started to say, “You have to ” but was interrupted by the horn.
Looking past the crowd entering the party, I could see Connie standing outside the limo with an annoyed let’sgo! look on her face.
Irritated, I just ran past the amused partygoers, who laughed and whistled, as I ran past them to the limo outside.
Connie was holding the door open, gesturing for me to get in, and on the other side of the limo, the heavyset chauffeur was standing outside and giving me an angry, disapproving stare, probably because of how I was dressed.
As I bent down to get into the limo, Connie gave me a hard slap on one of my exposed butt cheeks.
“Hey, seriously, you want to tell your friends to stop touching my ass?” I said, as I sat down, still pissed off.
Sharon snuggled up next to me, “Oh baby, your booty looks so y in that little thong, I really can’t blame anyone for wanting to feel it.” She kissed the side of my face with her gloved hand caressing my stomach.
Unbelievably horny, I started to kiss her back, my thongcovered cock was then rubbing against her latexcovered form, and was about to go further, but then, from the corner of my eye, I saw Connie smirking at me.
Breaking off a passionate kiss with Sharon, I said, “Can’t she sit up in front?”
Sharon kissed down my chest, her fingers lightly teasing my thongcovered shaft.
Connie said, “I’m not going anywhere; I’m gonna sit right here and enjoy the show.”
Having moved to kissing my lower stomach, Sharon said, “It’s OK, baby, she’s seen me fuck before.”
My cock was then super rock hard, and we both desperately needed to cum.
After a minute of kissing and groping, Sharon straddled me, her firm latexcovered ass grinding against my throbbing cock while unzipping the front of her catsuit, and I started to suck on her firm chocolate tits, but then noticed Connie smirking as she watched us and I just lost it.
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