squeezed, and otherwise manhandled by nearly every partner, all of whom whispered compliments of increasingly inappropriate nature into her ears. By the fifth or sixth dance, she found a hand sliding through the slit in the front of her dress to rub her naked thighs, while her lead told her in a breathless voice that he was thinking about her "wet little cunt."
When the music finally stopped for more than a second, Mary staggered to the edge of the dance floor (released by her smirking partner) and stood there, panting and dazed, with her feet spread wide apart to try and get some cool air on her steaming, dripping pussy. She felt stupid with lust, overwhelmed by the effect of so many men admiring and enjoying her body.
Jennifer whirled to a halt next to her, freed from her last partner and looking nearly as over-stimulated as Mary. She greeted her friend with a breathless laugh and a hug, practically wiggling out of her red dress in her excitement. Most of the redhead's cleavage hung out of the plunging neckline, bared nearly to the nipples. Mary could see hints of areolae poking out over the shelf of Jenny's corset.
"Mary!" Jennifer exclaimed. "This is so much fun! Aren't you having fun?" She kissed Mary, rather more passionately than decorum demanded, and for a moment their tongues intertwined. Helpless, Mary leaned into the kiss, her body's arousal taking over. She squirmed where she stood, tasting wine on Jennifer's tongue and using every ounce of willpower she had left to resist plunging her hand between her thighs and masturbating furiously. Her dripping slit seemed to cry out for attention -- and so did her crinkled pucker, longing for the touch of Jennifer's tongue or a thick, well-slicked toy to stretch it wide underneath her slutty dress.
"Jennifer," Mary panted as they kissed, "Jennifer!" Squeezing her friend's waist lovingly, she pulled back from the kiss with difficulty and tried to catch her breath. "Calm down," she whispered hoarsely, "got to calm down. We're making a scene. Oh! And we mustn't use our names..." She blushed, ashamed of herself for forgetting. They were, indeed, the centers of attention, a guilty glance around confirmed. Stares, ranging from the amused to the aroused to the outraged, made her squirm, blush, and pull her dress into some semblance of order. A grinning Jennifer did the same, more casually and less apologetically. She seemed unconcerned by (and even a little proud of) her near nip-slip, jiggling the guilty breasts cheerfully as she settled them back beneath the neckline of her dress.
"Okay," Jennifer said, chuckling. "I can behave, Mar -- er, lady in black. Black slut, perhaps?" She giggled. "For now, anyway. Got a surprise for you. Shh!" She held a finger to her lips and pointed. Over near the musicians, the Countess Antrim was ringing a small bell and holding her hand up for attention.
"We will break for an hour," the Countess called to the assembled guests, "while the musicians rest. There will be a variety of small entertainments in the parlors. Please amuse yourselves until the dancing resumes!"
Jennifer chortled and rubbed her hands together. "Come on," she urged, slipping an arm through one of Mary's. "Walk with me. Show everyone that sexy butt sway. I told our hostess we'd meet a few of her guests in the Red Parlor."
Automatically obedient in her lustful daze, Mary followed where Jennifer tugged. Their heels clicked in identical rhythms on the parquet floor. Mary bobbed her head in automatic greeting to everyone they passed, not really noticing whether they smiled or scowled in return.
"So, you're liking the outfits better now?" Jennifer asked with a grin. "I thought you would. Just think how naughty you're being! And no one but me knows it's you..."
"I know." Mary lowered her voice. "My...my pussy's soaking," she admitted in a tiny whisper, right next to Jennifer's ear. A shiver ran down her spine at saying such a thing in public, even sotto voce. "Can we find
When the music finally stopped for more than a second, Mary staggered to the edge of the dance floor (released by her smirking partner) and stood there, panting and dazed, with her feet spread wide apart to try and get some cool air on her steaming, dripping pussy. She felt stupid with lust, overwhelmed by the effect of so many men admiring and enjoying her body.
Jennifer whirled to a halt next to her, freed from her last partner and looking nearly as over-stimulated as Mary. She greeted her friend with a breathless laugh and a hug, practically wiggling out of her red dress in her excitement. Most of the redhead's cleavage hung out of the plunging neckline, bared nearly to the nipples. Mary could see hints of areolae poking out over the shelf of Jenny's corset.
"Mary!" Jennifer exclaimed. "This is so much fun! Aren't you having fun?" She kissed Mary, rather more passionately than decorum demanded, and for a moment their tongues intertwined. Helpless, Mary leaned into the kiss, her body's arousal taking over. She squirmed where she stood, tasting wine on Jennifer's tongue and using every ounce of willpower she had left to resist plunging her hand between her thighs and masturbating furiously. Her dripping slit seemed to cry out for attention -- and so did her crinkled pucker, longing for the touch of Jennifer's tongue or a thick, well-slicked toy to stretch it wide underneath her slutty dress.
"Jennifer," Mary panted as they kissed, "Jennifer!" Squeezing her friend's waist lovingly, she pulled back from the kiss with difficulty and tried to catch her breath. "Calm down," she whispered hoarsely, "got to calm down. We're making a scene. Oh! And we mustn't use our names..." She blushed, ashamed of herself for forgetting. They were, indeed, the centers of attention, a guilty glance around confirmed. Stares, ranging from the amused to the aroused to the outraged, made her squirm, blush, and pull her dress into some semblance of order. A grinning Jennifer did the same, more casually and less apologetically. She seemed unconcerned by (and even a little proud of) her near nip-slip, jiggling the guilty breasts cheerfully as she settled them back beneath the neckline of her dress.
"Okay," Jennifer said, chuckling. "I can behave, Mar -- er, lady in black. Black slut, perhaps?" She giggled. "For now, anyway. Got a surprise for you. Shh!" She held a finger to her lips and pointed. Over near the musicians, the Countess Antrim was ringing a small bell and holding her hand up for attention.
"We will break for an hour," the Countess called to the assembled guests, "while the musicians rest. There will be a variety of small entertainments in the parlors. Please amuse yourselves until the dancing resumes!"
Jennifer chortled and rubbed her hands together. "Come on," she urged, slipping an arm through one of Mary's. "Walk with me. Show everyone that sexy butt sway. I told our hostess we'd meet a few of her guests in the Red Parlor."
Automatically obedient in her lustful daze, Mary followed where Jennifer tugged. Their heels clicked in identical rhythms on the parquet floor. Mary bobbed her head in automatic greeting to everyone they passed, not really noticing whether they smiled or scowled in return.
"So, you're liking the outfits better now?" Jennifer asked with a grin. "I thought you would. Just think how naughty you're being! And no one but me knows it's you..."
"I know." Mary lowered her voice. "My...my pussy's soaking," she admitted in a tiny whisper, right next to Jennifer's ear. A shiver ran down her spine at saying such a thing in public, even sotto voce. "Can we find
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