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... to approach them. I figured I’d been around too long to worry about rejection, so I walked right over to the girls. They were all wearing skin-tight costumes that showed off every curve and their bodies were unbelievable! I wanted to rip their masks off to see if their faces were as beautiful, but that wouldn’t be ‘appropriate’. This party was clearly about anonymous sex: not one person had any part of their face visible here—including the girls. I decided to keep it completely anonymous by not talking to the girls and letting my actions speak for themselves. Two of the girls were admiring my muscles under my costume and the other two just rubbed them tentatively in agreement. My dick was starting to grow and one girl took notice right away. She was dressed like a sexy black cat; costume complete with a tail and ‘fuck me high heels’. She grabbed my crotch and lightly lifted me up—getting a good feel of my now hard cock. Noticing that I wasn’t saying anything, she played the same game and kept silent, too. She took my hand and placed it on her magnificent tit. I began to caress her breast from over the thin stretchy fabric covering it. She began stroking my cock hiding under the skin tight blue pants and I opened the Velcro fly to let my dick out. Once it was free, she had it in her hand and was stroking it slowly up and down. Honestly, it wasn’t the best hand job I’d ever had, but from the shape of her body, she was more than likely still pretty young and probably didn’t ...

... have much experience. But a hand job is a hand job: I wasn’t complaining. She pulled her top up to over her tits and they were stunning! I played with her nipples and the girl was beginning to really warm up to me. The ‘cat woman’ turned around and pushed her butt into my dick, pinning it between us. I had my right arm around her waist and on her left hip while my left was around her chest; my hand on her right breast. She had both hands up over her head and reached back to hold my head in her hands as she slowly and sensually moved to my caressing. I slipped my right hand down into her pants and was not surprised to find she was not wearing panties. I could also tell that she was clean shaven—waxed more likely; she didn’t even have any stubble. Her pubic area was completely smooth and soft. My fingers quickly found the top of her slit and her clitoris hiding inside. She was humping my finger as it danced across her sweet spot and she finally whispered, “Do you have a condom?” I produced one of my ‘special condoms’ and she led me over to an open spot on the couch. She took the spot on the couch, but didn’t sit on the couch; she was on her knees and leaning over the back of it. She was looking over her shoulder and I knew she was waiting for me to ‘suit up’. I opened the condom and put it on myself. I knew it was a bit risky since I didn’t know if she was carrying any STS’s, but I figured she seemed pretty young still and it was unlikely that she had anything. And the thought of ...