3 comments/ 17764 views/ 6 favorites Unmasked By: B59001 I sit back sipping a cognac and smoking a fine Cuban cigar. I need a break and need to unwind. I try to think but so many choices remain undecided. I look into the fire and I am mesmerised by the sights and sounds of the crackling embers. I then notice the globe next to the fire place, I decide to spin it and then I plant a finger on as it slows down, and I look down at my finger, Paris, France. An interesting choice, I lift my finger off the globe and head to the phone. I call my travel agent and arrange a trip. In a month's time it shall be at hand. I sit back and finish my cognac and cigar, when a phone call comes through, I pick it up. "Hello." "Bill, it's me Jack, how are you doing my friend?" "Not too bad man just booked my holiday to Paris next month." "I'm glad I called you Bill." "Why is that Jack?" "I got an invite to a masquerade ball; you know Venetian masks, the whole deal, which is in Paris. Anyhow the wife isn't keen as it is only one ticket. I hear there might a female celebrity or two there." "Thank you my friend." "You are welcome, just promise you shag some sexy thing at that event." "I'll do my best." "Yeah you can come through anytime and I'll give you the details." So about a week later I head to toward Jack's house. I entered his house and we sat down to catch up. "So how are you, how's the wife?" "She is not here, gone shopping." "Anyway here is the invitation." "This should be fun, thank you man, for this." "Have a drink for me my friend." "Will do, listen, I must go see my travel agent. So take care and send my regards to the wife." "I'll do that and in case I don't see you have a good trip." I headed to the travel agent and finalised my trip, a week is left before I head off for some fun. (Day of Departure) I settle down into the business class seat of the plane, sipping a martini and enjoying the vast space of this Airbus A380 aircraft. The flight was rather uneventful and soon I land in Paris. I check into the hotel, which coincidently is the same location as the party. I check into one of Paris' finest hotels and make my up to the room. I slide the key into the slot and open the door and head inside, room is opulent there is the usual furnishings, couch, flat screen TV and a panoramic view of Paris. I sleep away the jet lag and soon I am fresh the next day. I decide to explore Paris and enjoy the sights. After a while there is time to get ready for the party. I speak to reception and soon receive the mask which will grant me entry and when the time comes close I get myself ready. A suit does quite nicely black with white pinstripes. The mask is gold in colour; it covers all but the mouth and chin. I soon arrive outside the party and make my way inside. I head straight to the bar and get myself a stiff drink. The throng of people move about as the soft music enchants everyone within the venue. I then hear a distinctly British voice say "Excuse me," to my left and see a woman in a dazzling floor length black dress, and wearing a silver mask with feathers atop either side of the mask. Her hair is ornately tied up. I move away as she heads to the bar. There is something about her, I feel the need to do something right now, and I do. I step in next to her and say "Excuse me but I must say that you are gorgeous." "Why thank you, you are rather dashing yourself." "Very kind of you to say." "You must drive the girls crazy." "Well, I try." "You are doing well." "Well would you like to dance?" "Hmmm, why not." I took her hand as we headed to the dance floor. I drew her in close as we slow dance through the music playing. "I take it you're not a local" "You would be right, and I take that you are not either." "Yes that would be correct; my name is Bill, by the way." "Emily." "It's most certainly a pleasure to meet you." "The feeling is mutual." We continue to dance as the night winds away. Song after song our eyes remain fixed upon one another, her sky blue eyes are intoxicating and almost impossible to look away from them. A few sparks of conversation flare up now and then throughout the night. As things go, the night begins to wind down. "It would seem it is time to go Emily." "Out of curiosity, where you staying?" "At this hotel, as a matter of fact." She then whispered to me "Let's go back to your room and really get to know each other." "Let's," I say to her as she curls her arm around mine and we leave the party. We soon get too my room and she enters first and I follow. I toss my room card on the table of the opulent room. The lights are on and illuminate the room rather brightly. I begin to reach for my mask; Emily then reaches for my hand and stops me. "Take that off last. Let me see the rest of you." "Your wish is my command." I move over to the couch and then I slip out of my jacket and toss it on the couch. Emily reaches for the straps of her dress and slides them off; she pushes her dress to her waist revealing her cleavage in her sheer black lace bra. I kick off my shoes and then I pull down my trousers and I am now in my boxers. Emily then reaches down and pushes her dress all the way to the floor. She is now standing in her black lace bra and panties, stilettos, and her mask. She looks towards me and notices the growing bulge in my boxers. She seems to enjoy the sight, from what I can tell. She points at them and instructs me to take them off, I pull them down and my rock hard cock is standing to attention. She then follows suit and removes her lingerie and now stands in front of me in nothing but a pair of heels and the her mask. "It is time for us both to be unmasked," Emily says to me. I reach for my mask and remove it and place it on the nearby coffee table.She pulls out the clips in her hair and lets her flowing locks free. She then turns to face away from me, she lifts her right hand to her face and grasps the mask and slowly removes it. She now turns to face me with a seductive smile on her face. My eyes widen as I realise who is standing before me. "Emily Blunt," I say with a shocked look on my face. "Yes, that would be me, now pick up your jaw form the floor and come and fuck me," Emily says to me with a mischievous grin on her face. She then grabs me by the hand and leads me onto the bed. She climbs onto the bed lays on her back and gestures me to come toward her with a curl of her finger. I naturally oblige and I make my way over her as she spreads her tender legs and I move my cock closer to her little slice of heaven. I look down and notice her now moist vagina. I position my cock in front of her vagina and I slowly insert it inside. I move in and out slowly but surely. Emily begins to emit slight moans of pleasure which start to get louder as time goes by. We also lock lips while I continue to go in and out of her gorgeous vagina. Emily then wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I continue to fuck her all the while I remain fixed on her gorgeous blue eyes. We continue to kiss and stare intently into one another's eyes as our coupling seems to move well beyond the physical and our souls seem to be intertwined even more than our bodies are in this moment. Moans of ecstasy continue to be let loose from her gorgeous lips and simply make me even harder and fills me up with even more lust. My head is a haze at this point as I continue to fuck a woman whom is envied and adored the world over. I then pull out and lift both her legs and rest them on my left shoulder as I put my cock back inside her pussy and continue to fuck away. Her eyes light up the room and become the only thing I fixate on even if we did have an audience. After some time she whispers to me "Let me get on top." I pull out of her and she slides her body to the left of the bed as I get onto my back. She then straddles me and slides her pussy onto my cock. Her hands are firmly planted on my chest as she slides up and down on my throbbing cock all the while staring intently at me. I can't help but look into her hypnotic blue eyes as her pussy continues to slide up and down my cock and the feel of her hands on my skin continues to leave me in a bit of haze which will be nigh on impossible to forget. I then lift my hands to meet with hers and she lifts her hands off my chest and we interlock our fingers and I draw her in close for a kiss which simply heightens everything we both are already feeling. My hands then begin to wander as I feel every inch of her gorgeous body and revel in the unbelievable sensation of my hard cock piercing her lovely pussy. Emily's moans of ecstasy continue as we remain interlocked in the dance of love. I sit up and we embrace and kiss one another as my cock remains deep inside her pussy. My thrusts continue as my stamina holds steady. She then climbs off me gets off the bed. She moves to stand in front of the bed. She then bends over and places her hands on the edge of the bed. Without hesitation I get off the bed and get behind her and caress her ass as I insert my penis into her vagina and fuck her from behind. She seems to enjoy this as her moans of pleasure increase in volume and frequency. The mood in the room is electric and the atmosphere is intoxicating. I continue to fuck her even after we have been at it for so long. Emily's moans of pleasure continue to entice me to go further and further soon though she is moaning louder as an orgasm creeps ever closer at an increasing pace. She screams in delight as the orgasm arrives and floods through her entire body. Before her orgasm even has the chance to subside, I let loose and erupt inside her, she revels in the feeling of shot after shot of hot cum filling up her vagina and she moans in delight at the sensation flooding through her at this moment in time. We then collapse onto the bed and catch our breath. It has been some the best sex of my life which has had very little to so with Emily Blunt's celebrity status. Whilst still catching my breath I say to her "That was other worldly, thank you." "I'll certainly be feeling this in the morning, but I wouldn't have it any other way," she replies. "I'm still feeling a little bit of disbelief at what happened to lead me to this point," I say to Emily. "Just enough, Bill, just enough," Emily says to me reassuringly. At that point we fall asleep and when we awake morning has come and the sun has begun piercing the veil of darkness. It has been without doubt one the greatest nights of ecstasy I have ever experienced. Once my eyes are fully open I look to my left and notice Emily resting so peacefully. It would seem the previous night's frivolities were no dream but very real. I quietly sneak out of bed and head to the bathroom and put on a robe and then I head to the sink and throw some water on my face to get me fully prepared for the day ahead. Emily then walks into the bathroom clad in the shirt I had on last night. I notice her in the mirror and turn around to face her. "Morning." "Morning." She then walks up to me kisses me. "Wow Emily, that looks even better on you than it did on me." "Why thank you, they do think of me as a trendsetter." "That's what they say but then again your birthday suit is the best outfit you own." "Thank you, you seem to have enjoyed the festivities last night." "I most certainly did." "Well it would seem we both chose a good hotel, I got the room on the top floor." "It seems we did." We sat down for some breakfast from the room service and talked some more, I chose to enjoy every moment of it and treasure this experience as I would most likely never see her again. She got dressed in the dress she had on last night and gave me one final kiss as she then put her mask back on and left so as to arise no suspicion or paparazzi. I sit back thinking; I watched her films, admired her beauty, and last night I fucked her, if I get shot tomorrow I will die a damn happy man. Unmasked and Exposed Hey there fellow Litsters! This is my first (and probably last) attempt at Gay Male. The inception of the story happened when a female author friend of mine (who adores this category) placed a bet with me that a straight guy (namely me) cannot write a Gay story. Here is my attempt at proving her wrong. I look forward to your comments and feedback here. It is also my submission for the Halloween contest so please do vote. DISCLAIMER- This story contains scenes of non-consensual and semi-consensual sex as well as emotional distress. It also contains scenes of recreational drug use. If such material offends you, do not read further. "Everyone's going to hurt you. You just have to decide who is worth the pain." - Bob Marley Unmasked and Exposed "Open wide, cum bucket." On cue, Shane tightened his grip around my neck. My mouth opened involuntarily to get some fresh air. Dustin seized the moment and pushed his length into me. It was not pretty. He roughly slammed his pelvis against my face. In one powerful thrust, I could feel his tip nestle in my throat. I tried pushing back, but Shane's hold rendered me immobile. Dustin's large hands gripped my hair and he began moving back and forth against my face. At every stroke, my face would be buried in his abdomen. My mouth was subject to relentless abuse. Dustin pounded my lips mercilessly. Each thrust by his pelvis had the force of a boxer's punch. "Oh yeah, baby. Your fairy mouth feels awesome." He threw his head back in ecstasy. The bulbous head kept penetrating my throat with a piston-like rhythm. His hairy sac slapped against my chin every time. He quaked and spasmed when he came, ejecting into my mouth. His cum was thick and viscous. The taste was bitter, symbolic of the tasting itself. He pulled out of my mouth and took a few minutes to catch his breath. Shane released me and let me fall to the floor. The cold floor was now stained by the cum dribbling out of my mouth. My mouth hurt and my lips were numb and probably bruised. My first sexual experience was not quite how I had pictured it. It got worse as Dustin raised my face off the floor and lined my lips for Shane's member. It was slightly smaller, but no less menacing. Even as the shiny knob came closer to my unwilling lips, I stopped struggling in my mind. We wear masks all the time to hide who we really are. For a few minutes that evening, Dustin Roth and Shane Moskowitz needed to wear the mask of being bi-curious. I was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. It wasn't their fault. Just a misunderstanding between me and Fate. Unmasked and Exposed "On your knees," came a sharp voice from the audience. It was directed at me. Silently, I got down on all fours. My partner smiled. The same voice then said, "Suck him." He slowly walked around my crouched form until his abdomen was level with my face. His member was unusually long but not very thick. He pushed it into my mouth and kept pushing until he hit my hard palate. The back of my mouth was reached, but a few inches of his cock still remained. "Give a good blowjob, slut," sneered a different voice. That gave my friend some encouragement. He held the back of my head and pushed back and forth. The lack of girth meant no pressure on my lips, but every jab hit the back of my mouth with a sharp thrust. "Deepthroat him, bitch!" came a different voice. This one had a Southern belle accent to it. Suddenly, the thin cock was thrust into my throat. I spluttered and gagged, making a sloppy, choking sound. It attracted some laughter from the lovely ladies watching. It passed, I was used to the feeling. He held me head at an acute angle and viciously mouth-raped me to cheers from the watchers. I shall refrain from the repetitive detail of him fucking my ass. His girth did not quite hurt, but his length felt like a poker, stabbing my rectum. I endured this knife-like rhythm to even more cheers from my new fans. The next morning they would go back to domineering meetings, punishing students and tearing apart witness testimonies. For one night, they needed to let the boring mask slip and let the inner demons out. Stress release. My bruised behind would testify to that. I was outside when I heard a voice nearby. "Hey! Leslie." I turned to see my partner from earlier leaning against the wall. He had a look of smug satisfaction on his face while counting out his earnings. He spoke again. "See how much I make? I've got a condo in Midtown," he said, flashing the wad of notes. "You wanna get in on the real action?" Intrigued, I asked, "Real action?" "I've been watching you for a while. That's why I chose you for this event. It was your audition and you did well. I could hook you up with clients who'll pay much better than those bloody drunks you service in alleyways." I nodded, taken aback. He extended his hand. "Marcus. Marcus Emerson." Unmasked and Exposed Something new happened since that day. My garden of dreams had an additional constellation in the inky black sky -- a pair of kind eyes. Unmasked and Exposed After my escape, Marcus Emerson was in a fix. He had a queue of sadistic clients waiting but no merchandise for them. In desperation, he turned his attention towards children. Fortunately, the NYPD intercepted his first attempt at trading in underage services. He has since been a guest at Rikers where the other inmates have a "special way" of dealing with underage sexual offenders. The guards are only too happy to look away. Hector Garcia continued dealing in a variety of drugs. The FBI had however been building a case against him for a while, using his permanent sub as an informant. In the end, Garcia decided he wanted to go out in a blaze of glory. He took down five officers before his sub snuck up behind him and injected a syringe of super-pure heroin into his arm, killing him instantly. The Redeemers terrorized the Bronx for a few short months before they picked on the wrong gay man. Seeing two young guys getting intimate in a car, they promptly torched it without thinking twice who they could be. One of them was the youngest son of Tony Lombardini and heir apparent to some part of the Lombardini crime empire. His brothers ensured that none of the gang members survived the week. Angel Suarez was wise enough to understand why I had left him the money. The regrets of unrequited love remained, even as he moved to Washington. Now, he is one of the most flamboyant and passionate gay rights activists in the Capital. He was partly responsible for legalizing gay marriage in New York. I look forward to earning my television privileges just in case I can catch a glimpse of him on the news. As for me, all signs of Leslie disappeared. Master did it like only he can. You cannot find any record that Leslie ever existed. No birth certificate, no DMV records, no social security number. I am a living ghost. Finally after being exposed all these years, I get to wear a mask. I don't exist any more.