Shiva and Kali

"Why, I'd very much like to see you with my man, Lord Shiva here, and the fierce Kali." I looked at him. With the mask and the costume, it was impossible to get an idea of what sort of appearance he had. He was covered, head to toe, in black save for the terrifying blue and white mask. "Kali", I saw, what the woman who had been whipping the girl.

"Apologies sir, but..." I started to say, even as the man in the Shiva mask was moving forward.

"No need to worry, girl. Its a visual I'm looking for, not your pain. Miss Delilah has certain interests that she can indulge in here. Nothing like that at all. Please, lay upon the couch." he said, indicating it with his hand. I sat the glass down, looking to Cordelia, who was still quivering on the floor.

With my mind full of lust and drink, I nodded. He led me to the couch, and directed me to sit. "Kali" sat beside me, and guided me so I was laying across her lap with my face upward. The man in the Shiva mask stood near, parting his cloak and freeing his penis from its confines. Kali began running her fingers up and down my body, teasing my body with her featherlike touch. I must say it was quite pleasurable. I relaxed a bit, and truly looked around.

It dawned on me. Mr Drake was nowhere to be seen, and I was certain he had come up the stairway. I was certain that it was he who was behind the frightening Shiva mask. I smiled, much more at ease, and opened my legs for Kali to have something else to run her fingers over.

"Miss, please suckle her." Prescott said. I looked up at her impressive breasts, and extended my tongue to tease her nipple. She cradled me, like a child, and directed my mouth. To my surprise, milk filled my mouth. It tasted like sweetmilk with a hint of almond. Her fingers found my intimate folds, and began to slip and squeeze them. I sucked eagerly as she stimulated my sex even as Lord Shiva took position between my spread legs. The thought of Drake inflamed my lust so much that I was tingling in anticipation.

"Are you familiar with Hindu mythology?" Prescott asked, motioning for Cordelia to approach him, which did as if she was a tigress on the hunt, on all fours. "Lord Shiva, to the Hindus, is the great Destroyer. Now in Britain we still cling to the Old and New Testaments when thinking about the end of the world." As he spoke, Cordelia was parting his overrobe, and rubbing his erection through his trousers.

I looked up at the mask, now just inches from my face, as I swallowed another mouthful of milk. His penis was pressed against my smooth sex, sliding uncertainly around as if it didn't know where the hole was. That was quite unlike Drake...

"Shiva destroys Illusions, and with his companion Kali, frees one of karma by confronting the taboo head on, allowing one to become Enlightened." Kali caressed my body as I felt my flower part, and the head of his penis pop inside of me.

"I'm sorry." the man said. It was hard to hear through the muffled mask, but it certainly wasn't Drake's voice. He pressed deeper and deeper until he was all the way in, my body reacting with extreme delight. I suckled as he fucked me, the mask the only thing I could see. The sounds of the other couples and my own moans formed a carnal symphony I'll never get out of my head.

A man approached Prescott. "Sir, do you think its wise to let the Americans open an embassy here?" he said, clearly annoying the man. "I mean, I understand it secured your release, but..." was all the man could get out before Prescott waved him off.

"I don't interrupt your board meetings with orgies do I, so why are you interrupting me with this? Leave. Now. While you still have a job." Prescott said sternly. As they spoke, Shiva was grunting and huffing, clearly near orgasm. I drew my knees up, letting him get a better angle and more depth as Cordelia sucked Prescott's cock. He held her by the hair, entering her mouth at the same pace that Shiva was entering me. He was grunting, and huffing, driving his member deep and fast inside me as I quivered and cooed.

He buried himself and tensed up. I could feel his penis pulsing inside me, filling me with his seed as Wayland often did. My mind wandered as the drink and nectar clouded my mind. Was this an American diplomat who had just filled me up? He withdrew, and Kali ceased her stroking. Lord Shiva stumbled on shaky legs, stuffing his penis, slick with cum and my juices, back into his costume.

"Feeling Enlightened yet, Lord Shiva?" Prescott asked, emptying his reserves into Cordelia's mouth.

"Damn you, Prescott." the man in the Shiva mask said angrily. I sat up, intrigued.

"Now now then. You've performed admirably. Consider your proposal accepted. Thank you, my dear girls. That will be all." Prescott said, unceremoniously wiping his penis on Cordelia's face before standing up and leaving this room to go to the next debauched niche. Miss Kali stood, and donned a black silk robe, following him. Lord Shiva descended the stairs, and exited into the garden.

"What just happened?" I asked Cordelia, who was wiping cum off her cheek.

"What just happened was we made a most impressive showing for the most powerful man on the planet; hopefully enough to earn his favor." she said, giddily hugging me. If it was so good, why did I have a feeling of dread? Still, I was uneasy. I downed another glass of wine, and giggled at the absurdity of what just happened. "Pearlers!" Cordelia proclaimed, throwing up her hands as if in triumph as a group of young men rushed into the room, jisming on everyone. I closed my eyes and held up my hands as I was surrounded by ejaculating penises. The madness of it broke the spell, and soon another man with another mask was between my legs; and my night had truly begun.