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Masked Mistress (appears in the Everlasting Lust collection)
Dozens of people mingled throughout the elaborately decorated house. Their voices and footfalls echoed faintly off the marble floor and high ceilings. An opulent chandelier cast a shadowy light in the main room that reflected faintly off the partygoers’ flutes of champagne.
Most of the men wore their finest suits and ties, displaying their power and wealth. Each man in the room wanted others to be sure of his great stature.
The women in attendance wore significantly less. What little they wore came exclusively in white, further separating them in the crowd. Unlike their male counterparts, these women didn’t need to flaunt wealth in a grab for attention. They simply demanded it.
Every guest at the manor had one thing in common; they each wore a mask to cover their face. These masks came in a variety of shapes and sizes with no two masks looking alike. Some were ornate and highly detailed. Others were simple but served their purpose. A Halloween masquerade party wouldn’t be complete without a mask, and every guest intended to party.
By the time I arrived, the evening was well underway with many guests on their third or fourth round of champagne. I handed my jacket to the man at the door, then turned to survey the room. The copious amounts of alcohol were having the intended effect. The crowd seemed loose and free, many conversations turning to light laughter. I picked a glass of bubbly off a passing cart and entered the fray.
Navigating the party turned out to be easy despite a large number of guests. Each of the house’s main rooms was spacious and natural paths developed between the clusters of people. As I strode across the rooms, I attracted some lingering glances, but nothing that interested me. I would know what I wanted when I saw it.
Occasionally I stopped and talked with a few of the guests – it didn’t hurt to be polite after all – but none of those conversations held my interest. I was on the verge of giving up, thinking I had missed my opportunity when I saw her from across the room. She stared at me with an intensity I admired and I returned her gaze, unembarrassed.
Even at a distance, her eyes were mesmerizing, a shade of tawny brown framed by her ornate mask. Locks of curly red hair tumbled about the disguise and boldly contrasted with its milky color. A real work of art, the mask’s intricate patterns of lace hid her identity, but could not conceal her beauty.
My eyes finally traveled down her body, taking in the rest of her perfection. She wore a form-fitting white dress accented by vintage frills and a pair of white thigh high stockings the tops of which the dress had no chance of reaching. Those were held in place by equally frilly garters that attached to the corset she undoubtedly wore underneath. A glamorous pair of retro high heels completed the look, accentuating a pair of striking legs that didn’t need the help.
I smiled at her, but she did not return the gesture. Instead, she darted her eyes to the right, returned her gaze briefly to mine, then walked away in the direction her eyes had pointed. Always up for a good game of cat and mouse, I followed.
She worked her way back through the crowd, never once looking over her shoulder to see if I had followed. Her confidence only made the pursuit more enjoyable. After a moment, she took a sharp right down a hallway. When I rounded the corner, she was nowhere in sight. Had I lost her? Only after taking a deep, clearing breath did I notice the second door down was cracked open.
I ventured into the room slowly, not wanting to interrupt some unsuspecting guests who had found a room for themselves. At first, the room appeared pitch black, but after giving my eyes a moment to adjust, I saw a faint light coming from around a bend. My heart racing with anticipation, I rounded the corner and found my woman.
She kneeled on the carpeted floor, silhouetted against a tall, moonlit window. Despite the room’s semi-darkness, I could see I had been right about the corset. Her dress had disappeared revealing an ornate ivory corset that perfectly matched her mask. Thanks to the cupless corset, her high, large breasts were on full display. My cock sprang instantly to life, begging to be free.
I left a trail of clothes in my path, disrobing as I approached. On closer inspection, I could see one of her hands had fallen between her legs, her fingers casually outlining her lips and clit. Only when I stood directly in front of her, my hard dick inches from her face, did she look up and acknowledge my presence.
Again neither of us spoke. She simply reached out with her free hand, gripped the base of my cock, and gradually slid it between her lips. She worked deliberately, teasing my head with her lips and tongue, her big brown eyes never leaving mine. Her soft kisses moved down my shaft, her tongue tracing the sides of my cock before going back up the other side and repeating the motions.
Finally, mercifully, her lips parted and she took my prick down her throat as far as she could take it. I let out a groan of approval. My ecstasy was short-lived. She wasn’t done teasing and her lips were on the move again, this time gently caressing my balls. Her tongue lapped at each one in turn while she stroked my dick. This was her show and she was a true star as she played my instrument perfectly.
In one smooth motion, she ran her tongue over my balls and up my shaft before briefly taking my cock back into her mouth. After three long and deep bobs of her head, she released my dick with a soft, wet pop. I expected her to stand, but instead, she pulled me down, laying me out next to her. With a feline grace, she slipped her leg over me and began to crawl up, positioning her pussy inches above my face. Carefully, she lowered her dripping snatch onto my tongue.
Her moan echoed in the small room, an audible burst of passion that couldn’t be contained. In total control, she bucked her hips gracefully against my face, her fingers gripping my hair. My tongue moved deftly around and over her clit, teasing and tempting her pussy until her body shook with anticipation. As I licked, I slipped two fingers inside her waiting cunt while my thumb flittered over her puckered asshole.
Her cries grew more intense as I increased the rhythm of my tongue and fingers. She was getting close but needed something to push her over the edge. Slow and steady, I pushed my thumb harder into her asshole. The deeper I went, the harder she rocked against my face and hand. Just when I thought she was on the verge, she backed off, pulling her pussy away from me.
Her body slid down mine until we were face to face. Staring into her bright eyes, I was once again struck by her stunning beauty. I reached up and caressed her cheek, running my fingertips along the edge of her mask and down to her slender neck.
Despite the intense situation, she smiled down at me, her face and eyes lighting up. For the first time, I softly kissed her perfect lips, sending tingling shocks down my body. As we kissed, our tenderness returned to passion, our tongues darting out to touch. She bucked her hips down and her slick pussy slid over the top of my cock. On her second pass, she found her target, her twat taking in my hardness to the base in one swift motion.
With each thrust of her hips, she let out small grunts of pleasure, building to a scream of ecstasy. Her perfect, round breasts bounced rhythmically in my face as she used my cock as her own personal plaything. Pleasure consumed my world, all of my senses heightened. I felt the softness of her breasts and the roughness of her corset and the silkiness of her stockings. I smelled her sweet perfume and our sex in the air. Her pussy squeezed my dick, milking it for my cum. I wouldn’t give it though. Not yet. As always, ladies first.
Again I could sense she was close and again she pulled away at the last moment, pulling my cock free from her drenched pussy. For a moment, she simply stroked my cock and I could see her juices glistening on it in the low light. Then, unexpectedly, she spit on my hardness, adding to the lube. Only when my dick was sufficiently slick did she lower herself back down, but instead of easily sliding into her cunt, I felt a tight resistance.
Slowly, very slowly, she took my thick cock into her asshole. Once I was fully in, she took a moment, savoring the feel of my prick complexly filling her. Her motions were much slower to start this time. She rocked back gently, adjusting to being spread so far apart. The pace steadily increased and I knew there was no going back from here.
“Fuck!” she screamed, her first words to me. “Fuck I’m gonna cum!” Her nails dug into my chest as her body writhed over me, an intense orgasm tearing through her body. That was as much as I could take. My cock spurted hot cum deep into her ass as I screamed out.
She collapsed on me, her body trembling slightly as my still hard cock throbbed in her ass. After a moment, she kissed my lips very tenderly, a look of extreme contentedness in her still masked eyes. Then she stood, dressed, and left without another word. She had gotten what she’d come for and had not even offered a name or a face in return.