Don Juan With A Twist
Keywords: Don, Twist, Juan, With, A,
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*A Celebration*
Stephanie thought that Halloween was the most romantically delicious of the holidays. She celebrated every year since her 21st birthday by going to a costume ball, picking up a masked stranger, and letting things happen as they may.
Not knowing who was behind the mask was more exciting than opening a birthday present. There was something about anonymous sex and not knowing what to expect.
It was perhaps the excitement and spontaneity of it. Or maybe it was the idea of a masked gothic character such as a vampire, monster, or other masked romantic character, letting his animalistic urges take over, and controlling her, taking her and letting her know in no uncertain terms who was in charge.
This Halloween Stephanie would be 25 years old. She wasn't a virgin, by any means, but neither was she jaded. She had lots of fantasies that she still had yet to fulfill.
For example, she imagined what it would be like to have anal sex. And she had always been curious about women. She was afraid to take the plunge, though. There was something forbidden about both subjects, and she was a little frightened of the consequences.
What if she liked it too much? What if she lost interest in vanilla sex altogether? It seemed silly to be frightened, but her traditional upbringing kept her from feeling total freedom to explore her sexuality.
Maybe that is why the costume ball held such an appeal. It was her chance to explore in anonymity. Noone need know who she was in real life.
Stephanie had chosen to arrive at the party in a belly dancer's costume with a veil. She thought that the soft sheer fabric felt wonderful against her round hips, and accentuated her voluptuous figure.
The bra top left little to the imagination, and her ample breasts looked poised to pop out of the little bra like two pieces of ripe fruit. Her voluptuous ass jiggled and jingled as her natural feminine sway shook the belly jewelry around her waist.
Her large green eyes peeked out of the veil winsomely. She liked the protection of the veil. It gave her comfort as she coyly flirted with a handsome vampire, or stared provocatively at a handsome looking man in a presidential costume.
Half the fun of the party was in studying the costumed figures and imagining how they would be in bed. Her mind wandered aimlessly thinking naughtily about presidential wet spots and cigars.
She unashamedly studied the package of one particularly well hung wolf man. "Hmm.... Very tempting." She thought to herself. The spell was broken as a very hairy man minced by in a Tutu. She giggled.
Then she saw him. He was standing in a corner by himself. His dark good looks attracted her. His hair was elegantly coiffed. He wore the costume of a Spaniard and was of obvious Latin heritage. He embodied the poise and charming character of Don Juan.
His slightly silvered hair and aquiline nose were distinctively handsome. The hooked nose gave him the appearance of a nearly tame lion. She admired his long muscular legs, the coiled power barely hidden by his pants. His ass was a case study for a sculptor and he moved with the grace of a cat.
And his eyes were definitely that of a feline predator. His eyes pinned her, staring intently, and ready to pounce. She felt herself blush, and wondered if he could see it through her thin veil, or read her thoughts for that matter. If he could read her thoughts then she was definitely in trouble. She blushed a deeper shade of pink.
Don Juan walked slinkily over to her and asked if he could have a seat.
"Of course," Stephanie replied nervously.
His catlike grace unnerved her. She stammered, "Don Juan spent time in a h-h-harem. And here I am dressed as a harem girl. It is ironic."
"Yes, the women of the harem needed to be loved and tended to just as all women need love and attention. Wherever there is a beautiful woman in need of attention, Don Juan is prepared to give of himself."
Don Juan seemed to be as suave as his namesake as his eyes took in her beauty and he caressed her with his gaze. His gaze implied that he found her very sexy and that he wanted to give himself to her.
Stephanie laughed at his cute Spanish accent as well as his obvious ploy to make himself available to "service" her needs. His sense of humor and ability to laugh at his human nature made her feel a little more bold.
"I definitely need the attention of a handsome lover like yourself. I hear you are very experienced at pleasing women. How much would the services of an experienced gigolo like yourself, cost?" Stephanie flirted with him. She was definitely feeling chemistry with this dark haired, masked stranger.
"Si, I am a very experienced lover and you will not be disappointed. My services are free to a woman as ravishing as yourself. Why don't you come to by place, and I'll show you exactly why Don Juan became famous for his ability to please women." His dark eyes seemed to sparkle with humor.
He was cocky but genuinely confident, and something inside Stephanie responded to his warmth. She wanted to give him the chance to prove his prowess as a lover, even though it was not the first time a stud had offered her his services.
In a moment the chemistry had decided for her. "Yes, let's go to your place."
*Don Juan's Love Nest*
The modest one bedroom apartment was as warm and charming as her lover. As he drew her into his bedroom, she smiled at the warm colors and simple style he possessed.
Red candles lit up the room and cast romantic shadows against the walls.
Don Juan's enormous king sized bed took up nearly the whole bedroom and was covered luxuriously with red pillows. The bed looked inviting to a little harem girl.
"Now, my lovely, I can show you what it means to be at the mercy of Don Juan."
He gently removed the veil, and Stephanie felt strong, masterful hands slide expertly around her. He bent his head to hers, his eyes hard and passionate, and her green eyes closed as she felt his tongue insinuate itself inside her mouth, pushing and probing hungrily as he kissed her.
"Young harem women want to be possessed, do they not? Your costume suggests that you want to be owned as a master owns a slave." He growled hungrily against her throat.
Stephanie could not respond to the question, though every fiber of her being wished to answer yes. All she could do was whimper as his strong hand curled around her buttocks and pressed her firmly against his manhood. She felt the extremely large bulge that was his package press against her firmly.
Her knees turned to rubber as she melted in his arms. Before she realized what was happening to her, she was on her stomach on the bed and her hands were handcuffed behind her back.
"Now my beautiful harem girl, you will serve the sexual whims of the greatest lover of all times. If you do not wish to serve Don Juan, I will give you a safe word and you can say it at any time and you can walk out of here of your own free will." He whispered a word in Stephanie's ear.
Even the feel of his hot breath on her ear excited Stephanie. She had heard the safe word, but she did not wish to escape. The idea of being forced was causing her nipples to get hard and was creating a slow throbbing ache between her legs.
"Yes, I thought you would not try to escape, my lovely." His words caressed her like a feather.
He unsnapped her bra top with a single snap of his fingers, and pulled down her harem pants with a single hard tug. His caressing fingers slid under her and rolled her nipples expertly between his thumb and forefinger.
His hot tongue began a rolling exploration down her neck, back to her ear, down her back, over
the curve of her lower back, down her buttocks, and teasingly over the crack of her ass.
She squirmed and tried to turn her head to see what he was doing.
"Eyes straight ahead, missy," He said sternly.
Stephanie obediently shifted her eyes away. But she longed to look back at him and see those commandingly dark masked eyes. But the idea of having to face forward and not see the man who was possessing her was an incredible turnon. It was almost as if she had been blind folded and forced to take whatever dick, tongue, etc. happened to be available without seeing or knowing who was doing the probing.
"This will never do. Your legs are too tense. You've got your legs clamped together. I'm going to make sure your legs stay open for me so I can tease and torment your naughty pussy until you beg me for release, Stephanie."
Don Juan pulled out a bar from somewhere under the bed. There were ankle cuffs on either side and it was adjustable. Stephanie gasped as he forcefully spread her legs and cuffed them apart. Now she could not pull her legs together and she felt like her pussy and ass were exposed to him.
She imagined what if he were to leave her in the bathroom at the costume party. What sorts of ghouls and goblins might have their way with her like this, as she was splayed wide open by the spreader bar? The thought made her whimper with excitement.
Don Juan responded to her whimpering and trembling by spreading her pussy lips and sliding his hot experienced tongue down the length of her wet pussy. He slipped one finger inside her pussy as his talented tongue pushed her swollen clit back and forth.
He felt Stephanie tighten up, then relax around his probing finger and tongue. Soon she was moaning and wiggling against him, knowing that she was completely defenseless against his lightly flicking tongue.
As she tried to wiggle away in fear, the tension of the bar between her legs just increased the ache and excited her even more. The more she struggled, the more turned on she was getting, as her thigh muscles and ass muscles squeezed and increased the friction to her clit and her pussy.
"I'm going to own every inch of your flesh little harem girl," Don Juan said wickedly. He made good on his promise by lightly kissing down the back of her legs and licking the back of her knees, bending up her legs and sucking on her toes, and leaving no inch of flesh untouched by his hot tongue, steamy breath and stroking hands.
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Keywords: Don, Twist, Juan, With, A,