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Masked

By: ajthomas



It was the night before Halloween and my plan for the next night was to order an extra large pizza, grab a bottle of cheap wine and have a scary movie marathon on the couch with my cat. In fact, I was on my way to the nearest Redbox when my cell rang. It was my best friend, Sarah. 

"Hey!! What are you doing tomorrow night?" she shouted. 

I pulled the phone away from my ear and winced. "Domino's, Arbor Mist and Romero," I replied flatly. 

"Oh my God, Kelli. Really? It's been 5 years since you've done anything for Halloween. It used to be your fave. I say we hit up Bourbon Street and have a blast!" 

She was always so bubbly, it was hard to say no. I sat in the parking lot thinking. I used to love Halloween. My husband, Lorne and I would always dress up, decorate, bake, and throw a huge party after we went down to the French Quarter festivities. 

"HELLLOOOOOO!!" I snapped out of my daydream and stammered, "I-I don't know. It's been so long and I have no costume. I don't know if I can." 

Sarah laughed, "Ok I will pick you up at 8!" 

I didn't have time to argue before she hung up. I sighed and drove back home. I gathered all of my old Halloween stuff from the basement and started looking for a costume. I was almost to the bottom of the last box when I picked up a picture of Lorne at the Vampire Ball 5 years ago. It was taken just hours before he left to take his friend home. Just hours before he taken from me. My eyes burned with tears and I threw the photo back in the box with the rest of the memories. Rummaging through my cabinets I managed to find my sleeping pills. I hadn't needed them as much lately, but it was still nice to have them around. 

I woke up to my cat purring loudly and kneading on my back. "Happy Halloween, Scarlet," I whispered as I pet her. I got up, ate breakfast, did some gardening and waited for some trick or treaters. I passed out candy for a few hours and then realized Sarah would be there soon to pick me up. I still had no clue what to wear so I just grabbed a black dress and some heels and threw them on. Sarah was there right on time and was surprised to see me wearing something so drab. 

"Honey. That's it?" she frowned as she pulled me into my bedroom. 

She looked through my closet as I sat on the edge of my bed sulking. She pulled a box from the top shelf and carefully opened it. 

"Oh my God, Kelli. This is amazing. You have to wear this tonight." I

looked over at her and smiled through tears. "It's beautiful isn't it? Swarovski Crystals and all." 

Sarah came over to me and placed the bat shaped mask over my eyes and tied the silky ribbons in the back. 

"Lorne bought it for me in the French Quarter to wear to our party that night," I said quietly. Sarah put her hands on my shoulders and kissed me on the head. "Well, I think he would have loved it on you. It looks beautiful." 

She was right. He would have loved it, though he told me he wanted to see me in nothing but the mask before the party started. Still, I decided to wear it.

We got to the club, met up with a few more friends and ordered some drinks. As the night went on I started to loosen up and remembered why I love Halloween so much. Sarah and I were dancing and out of the corner of my eye I saw a man in a hooded cloak and a black mask staring at me. I tried to ignore him, but it seemed that no matter where I went, he followed, just lingering. Still, I tried to ignore it. 

I decided to go upstairs to the balcony and look out over the street festivities. There was a band marching down the street with hundreds of people dancing behind them. I turned to set my drink down and the mysterious man was next to me. I jumped back, startled. 

"I didn't mean to scare you," he said, his voice muffled by his mask. "You look so familiar to me. Your mask, too. Did you get it here?" 

I hesitated, looking at his broad shoulders and his dark eyes. "It was a gift," I spit out. He turned from me toward the street, watching the crowd. 

"Can I buy you a drink?" he offered as I took the last sip of my Hurricane. I smiled and nodded. We walked past Sarah and I motioned to her that we were going to another spot. We went to a bar that was lit only by candles, a pianist against the back wall and wooden tables and seats. I slid to the corner, my back against the cold concrete wall. Soon we were sitting closer to each other and his gloved hand was on mine. 

I was nervous, but the excitement and the alcohol was having a strange effect on me. 

I smiled at my enigmatic date and reached up to remove his mask. He put his hand on mine and shook his head. His other hand fell to my thigh. He slid it up slowly, pausing as he reached the hem of my skirt. I uncrossed my legs and pulled him closer to me. I lifted my arms around his hooded neck and leaned back, feeling his fingers, so strong, but so cold, trailing my thigh, then my waiting moisture. 

He plunged deep inside, filling me. As I reached climax, he whispered in my ear, "I'm glad you wore the mask. I couldn't come until you did." 

He pulled his fingers out gently as I attempted to regain my composure. Caught up in my desire it took me a moment to realize that I recognized his voice. My head spun from the realization and I felt so exhausted. I opened my eyes and was looking down at one of the burned out candles on the table. 

"Kelli!" I turned quickly to see Sarah standing next to the table. "Are you ok? I saw you on the balcony, but figured you were up there to be alone. Then when you left by yourself I got worried, so I followed you. Then I saw you sitting here alone and you looked like you were going to pass out. I'm rambling, sorry," she said with a sigh. 

I untied my mask, took it off my damp face and whispered, "I wasn't alone."

Masked Affections



The back of the limousine was warm and spacious. The black leather bench seats were comfortable and the maroon carpet was soft and inviting beneath her toes. Despite this she was grateful for the cushion she’d brought to kneel on. The trip to the club wasn’t long, but it gave them time to get into character. By the time they were halfway there Mary was kneeling before Joseph with his half erect cock in her mouth. A dutiful and eager slave serving her master. 

The limo wasn’t just for comfort, though. Tonight was about attention, and drawing as much of it as possible. 

As the long, phallic vehicle exited off the expressway into the downtown core Joseph raised Mary’s head. Placing a non-lubricated condom in position at the tip of his erection he used a hand at the back of her head to slowly draw her mouth down. Using her lips and teeth Mary fitted the condom down the length of his cock. 

When he let her up again Mary saw they were nearing the club. The reality of what they were about to do began to sink in. She was nervous. More than she had expected to be. When Joseph had first suggested the idea she had been excited and eager. For months it was all she could think about. Now, though, with the nightclub appearing around the corner, she began to have second thoughts. 

“No backing out” Joseph warned her. She snapped her gaze away from the street and caught the look in his eyes. She knew he’d been watching her hesitation grow all evening. He could tell she was scared, and he was reminding her of her promise. 

She had been made to swear right from the beginning that she would not back out. She hadn’t merely agreed to it, she had committed. The car approached the club and her eyes grew wide with involuntary fear. His expression broke, briefly, and he kissed her. 

She retreated from their kiss and returned to her kneeling position. Holding her eyes with his, expressing wordless love and reassurance, he took the mask from the seat beside him, drew the leather over her head, and rendered her deaf and blind. 

The mask was a form-fitting cowl, designed to resemble a falcon, with a beak over the nose and eyes that swept up into points. The eyes were completely opaque. The hood covered everything except her mouth and jaw. Her lips were painted a brilliant blood red and the hair of a raven black wig flowed from beneath the clasps at her neck. Her own blonde hair had been pinned back in place, never to be seen.

“Can you hear me?”

His voice spoke directly in her ear. The mask contained a very small, short-range fm receiver. Joseph wore a throat mike tucked beneath his spiked collar. An unobtrusive wire ran beneath his vest to a transmitter hidden beneath his kilt. The battery would last for hours. So long as they didn’t separate by more than fifty feet she would hear every word he said to her. The rest of the mask was soundproof. 

She would hear him, and only him, for the rest of the night. 

She nodded. 

He finished buckling on her mask as the limousine banked in front of the club and stopped. It drew the appropriate attention from the crowd milling out front. The wannabees and cheap taggers craned their necks as Joseph emerged, pulling Mary out behind him. 

He was dressed in a leather kilt, made of thick layered straps that hung just short of his knees, along with a leather vest, spiked collar, and combat boots. His hair, recently dyed blonde, was framed by his own mask. His wary eyes assessed the crowd. He made sure they got a good look at Mary.

Mary wore her mask of course, and ankle high leather boots. The rest of her outfit was far less substantial. Around her hips hung a sinfully short white skirt made of whisper thin silk. The near transparent material provided a clear outline of black garters. Mary was decidedly conscious of the lack of matching panties. Her torso was held rigid by a black half corset, her breasts thrust high and forward. The outline of her nipples were neatly visible through the same thin white silk fashioned into a wispy tank top. Her forearms were bound in heavy leather gauntlets, each with three D-rings arranged along the underside. 

A delicate tail of soft black feathers descended from her skirt, emerging from a point between her ass cheeks. Each step she took caused the tail to swish from side to side. The plug it was attached to moved within her with each roll of her round hips. The full, penetrative feeling was deliciously erotic. It heightened the hunger her pussy felt, the hunger to be equally filled. 

Her nipples hardened in the chill night air, causing the silk to peak into clear points. A light breeze ruffled the meager skirt and her mons felt equally chill. The tail flicked gently at her thighs.

Joseph attached a leash to a ring on the neck of Mary’s mask and led her inside, leaving the envious gawkers behind. 

Mary could feel the hard impact of concrete beneath her boots give way to the soft friction of worn carpet over wood. The air across her ass was again warm and she knew they were inside. She could feel the dull thud of dance music pulsing through her feet. 

Joseph’s hands guided her to one side. 

“Arms.” His command rumbled.

Mary dutifully placed her arms behind her back. Joseph pulled them closer and bound the rings together with three simple clasps. With her arms pinned behind her Mary’s shoulders were pulled back. Her breasts jutted forward, raising the flimsy shirt higher. Her nipple points caught at the shirt’s hem, leaving her half exposed. She could feel the nightclub air whisper at the bottom of her breasts. 

Despite the warmer air, she shivered. She’d seen what her outfit had looked like when she’d tried it on at home. She knew how much people could see. 

Joseph checked each clasp over again. 

“Okay?” His authoritative voice asked in her ear. 

She nodded, trembling slightly. 

“Safeword?” he commanded. 

She hesitated. This was it. Once the word was given the scene was on. Her blood throbbed in her ears. 

“Red.”

She said the word aloud, enunciating clearly, afraid it would be lost in the surrounding noise. 

“Red” Joseph’s voice repeated. “Okay. From here on the moment you say that word everything stops.”

She nodded her understanding, wavering a little on her heels. 

Joseph steered her, by leash and by word, through a small crowd of bodies. Mary felt her hips and shoulders bumping into people. She felt leather, latex, and lace brush against her skin. He was leading her into the club.

Despite the mask, or perhaps because of it, the music laid siege to her ears. The fetish ball was apparently well under way. From experience Mary knew there would be a thousand or more people in attendance. A thousand people. Looking at her, bound and trussed for the sole purpose of display.

She let herself be led, her chest the prow of a blind ship, through the thick, close crowd. More shoulders, arms, elbows and hips collided with her, but no hands. People kept their hands to themselves at a fetish club. It was a matter of showing respect in order to earn the same. Still, Mary felt exposed. Vulnerable. 

Eventually they stopped. They’d walked a fair distance and turned often. Mary had no idea where they were in the club, but there had always been bodies around her, bumping into her, wherever they’d gone. Joseph had likely doubled back several times, deliberately confusing her. 

Without warning Joseph unhooked Mary’s leash and stepped away. She stopped and stood where she was, utterly alone. Her legs shook. Adjusting her stance a bit she felt the tail feathers swing against her thigh. 

The air was thick with smoke, undermined with scents of leather, latex, rubber and sweat. It was the smell of fetish. Mary imagined she could feel the heat of nearby bodies, an occasional Doppler breeze as someone walked past, but no-one touched her. The bass beat washed over her and thrummed through her bones. A white noise of rhythm, a universe of cadence. 

Mary’s lips parted as her breath began to quicken. Fear clutched at her chest. Exhilarating fear. 

Her universe shrunk. The world was the mask around her face, the smoke in her lungs, and the beating of her heart matched to the rhythm of the music shuddering through her. She could smell the sweat of hundreds of people nearby but she could feel none of them. 

A hand rested on her hip, briefly, and was gone. The touch was so fleeting she wondered if she’d imagined it. Instinctively she turned toward it. 

“Don’t move.” Joseph’s voice commanded, thundering through the music like a god. She quivered to a halt, instinctively ducking her head in a submissive pose. The tip of the tail swung once, from calf to calf, and was still. 

She’d always loved his voice. It had seduced her long before she’d even seen him. She clung to it now, her only reassurance. 

Another hand lay on her other hip, pausing this time. It rubbed her skin gently through her skirt, squeezed once, briefly, and was gone. 

She waited. Time stretched and compressed. She had no idea how long she’d been blind and deaf. Even though she reasoned it must only have been minutes, it felt like it could have been hours. 

A hand boldly caressed her thigh, brushing up along its length and beneath the ineffectual skirt. It lingered a moment before following along the curve of her ass, which it cupped firmly … and was gone. 

She had no idea how many hands had touched her, it if had been three different ones, or just one hand three times. They hadn’t touched her long enough for her to distinguish. 

The tempo of the music changed, the DJ coaxing the crowd into a faster rhythm. She could feel the beat rise through her, the sonic vibration thrusting through her body like a vicious lover. Mary’s heartbeat quickened in response.

Minutes dragged by like seconds, or seconds dragged by like minutes. She wasn’t sure. 

Two right hands reached under her skirt and stroked her ass, one on each cheek. She felt the heat of someone in front of her, smelling of some indefinable cologne mingled with alcohol and sweat. It was a man, she decided. A man who had his right hand on her left ass cheek. Someone else had another hand on her right. Both explored the curve of each, both stroked and gently kneaded. The one standing before her hefted the cheek in his hand as if gauging the weight. The other gently tugged and played with her tail. The plug quivered and jiggled a bit in her ass. 

Mary’s excitement grew. She felt a tingling between her legs. She was getting wet. 

Both hands left her ass and were replaced immediately by one on her left breast. It was large and strong. The thumb traced the outline of her nipple through the flimsy material. She felt the heat of a body behind her and the touch of leather straps against her fingers. It was Joseph. He tweaked her nipple, sharply. She gasped. A shiver ran through her loins. 

Another hand snaked its way around her right and grasped her other breast beneath the material. It began to knead and massage her, insistent and possessive. She moaned. In her limited sensory universe the moan loomed large and majestic. She thrilled at the release of it. 

“Lean back” the command echoed through her mind, overriding the insistent throbbing of music. She leaned into him, her hands resting on his kilt covered groin and her arms trapped between them. She fumbled through the thick overlapping leather, working her way until she finally gained free passage. Straining at her straps she found his latex sheathed cock just within reach of her fingertips. It was hard and throbbing. 

He shifted his weight, pulling hers onto him, and his cock was within her grasp. She clung to it, stroked it. He was as excited as she was. 

“Legs”, he commanded her, and she shifted her stance, moving her feet apart. “More,” he insisted, and she spread her legs further, feeling the skirt drape gently between her naked thighs. 

Joseph’s hands left her breasts. They were quickly replaced with two others… then three. Grasping and exploring, tweaking and pulling, they roamed beneath her flimsy top. She moaned again, thrusting her chest against them. Her breathing grew shorter, quicker. 

Joseph’s hands gripped her ass, kneading and spreading her cheeks. She felt the tail, anchored securely to the butt plug within her, squirm in response. 

The hands on her left breast were replaced with a mouth, warm, moist, and shocking. A tongue prodded and flicked her nipple, teeth gently nipped her flesh. As the teeth nibbled at her areola she gave up on moaning and sucked air through her clenched jaw in a ragged hiss. Electric shocks ran through her nerves and goose-bumps prickled her skin. 

Another mouth began suckling at her other breast, hands now roaming down her inner thighs. The mouths sucked breasts hungrily, possessively, and her nipples met teeth and tongue with equal fervor. 

A very small part of her mind idly wondered just where Joseph had taken them within the club. She speculated on just how many people could see them and how much attention they were drawing. She wanted to be seen by every person there, but she was afraid they’d be thrown out. She was afraid they’d have to stop. 

Wherever they were Joseph obviously felt no apprehension at her being fully exposed. She very much wanted to be. 

The hands on her thigh warred politely at the lips of her pussy. The suckling mouths were briefly absent. The larger hands from her right moved back to her breast, with one mouth again sucking and nibbling. The winning hand, smaller and on her left, rejoiced in its victory and enthusiastically inserted a finger. 

Lost entirely in the moment Mary thrust against the invader, drawing it further inward. One small finger was quickly replaced by two, driven in deep. She rocked against the fingers with abandon, forcing the lush curve of the palm against her clit. Release was gentle and swift, warmth flooding her body like the tide, washing through her torso to lick down along her inner thighs leaving her trembling, legs threatening to give way. She clung tightly to Joseph’s cock, a lifeline in the current of sensations. 

Joseph tightened his grip on her hips and drew her harder against him. With her weight supported by his arms the head of his cock invaded the crack of her ass. She flexed her cheeks, stroking it, inviting it inward. An unseen hand tugged gently at her tail until the butt plug pulled free, the exquisite friction drawing past the tight inner ring of muscles she hadn’t realized were clenched. 

She came again, waves of pleasure like flame licking upward beneath her skin, leaving her panting, nipples throbbing in time with the hungry ache between her legs. The mouth on her breast disappeared and took her mouth, drawing her into a passionate kiss. The stranger’s tongue entwined with hers.

The person on her left brought their come soaked hand up to her mouth. The fingers insinuated their way through the kiss and both mouths sucked at her juices. The fingers were small and delicate.

The slick hand retreated and the body on her left pressed against her, sliding down her leg. Even though wrapped in leather Mary could feel the body was soft. The weight of a pair of breasts pressed against her thigh. A decidedly feminine groin ground against her calf. It too was bare… and wet. A warm wet cunt smeared it’s juices against her calf. 

The realization shocked through her mind just as she felt the woman’s mouth sucking and licking along her inner thigh. 

She pulled away from the kisser then, her body suddenly rigid. Joseph tensed as well and she could tell he was waiting. The kisser on her right traveled down her neck and resumed teasing her breast. The mouth on her thigh disappeared from the left and found it’s way over to the right, giving the other leg equal attention with tongue and lip.

One word. One word was all she would need and it would all stop. She knew the word and in trembled on the edge of her lip. She half mouthed it, briefly, but without voice. The tongue on her thigh slowly traveled higher. It hesitated just at the brink, teeth tickling at the edge of her groin, tongue resting on her skin. 

Her mouth half formed the word again, a small gasp uttered with it. She knew it was too quiet to be heard over the music, but she also trusted that Joseph was paying close attention. His cock prodded its way through her cheeks and gently touched her anus. It rubbed her hole, gently coaxing the lube that had been held there by the plug. 

She leaned back, pressing gently against his cock, and rested her head back. Her tension eased. She flexed her pelvis, thrusting down against the mouth waiting there. 

Just as Joseph’s insistent dick prodded it’s way against her ass the woman’s mouth returned to Mary’s cunt and took possession of it. Joseph’s cock urged her pussy against the woman’s mouth with each gentle thrust at her back door. The slick head popped past the breach just as the woman’s mouth encircled her clit and sucked. 

Mary’s orgasm blossomed from within, her inner muscles convulsing as she cried out.

The mouth at her breast lifted to smother her cries in another sensual kiss. She continued to moan at the invading tongue as she rode out the pleasure against the woman’s eager mouth, again and again, the feminine tongue waging a relentless assault on her clit.

Joseph’s shaft slipped further, deeper inside her ass, a little at a time, as her body shook and shuddered against him. The deeper it probed, the more lubrication it found. Mary stretched her legs wide, both to give the woman better access and to impale herself further on Joseph’s throbbing cock. 

The woman’s hands slid up her legs, gripped her ass from either said, and spread it wide. With one final push he entered her fully, buried to the hilt, his balls nuzzling gently between her parted cheeks. The woman lapped and sucked her greedily, hungrily. The mouth kissing her assaulted her tongue with brutal ferocity. She matched every move with abandon. 

Joseph began to thrust in and out of her, slowly at first, but with decisive force. Each stroke was a clear declaration of ownership. She matched each stroke from him with a thrust against the woman sucking her cunt, no longer of any mind of where she was, of who might be watching.

She could feel Joseph straining against her weight, fighting hard to keep their balance while still relentlessly violating her ass. 

“Enjoying yourself, love? I know I am.”

The voice was strong as ever, confident as ever… and calm. He wasn’t panting at all. Whoever was fucking her ass, breathing hard against her neck and straining under her weight… it wasn’t Joseph. 

The realization threw her over the edge. As the stranger’s cock thrust hard, still with a shudder, and pump its searing load deep within her ass. She screamed her orgasm into the smothering mouth and drenched her female lover’s face one last time. 

She hung for a minute, suspended in her shuddering bliss, before collapsing, her weight resting entirely against the man still impaled in her ass. 

The mouths and hands disappeared. The stranger carefully with drew his cock, pushed her back onto her feet … and was gone.

She was utterly alone again. Her soaked thighs and pussy felt chill in the nightclub’s smoky air. Her breasts cooled, the nipples again contracted into points. She became once again aware of the music’s insistent bass beat just as she felt some lube dribble from between her cheeks and down her thigh. The crushing realization of where she was, and what she’d done, hit her with a preternatural force. 

Her legs shook. Her shoulders ached. She was spent. Used. 

The D-ring tugged at her throat. She hadn’t even noticed Joseph re-attach the leash. The insistent pull led her back through the crowd. Her hips and shoulders brushed against bodies as she stumbled blindly through. Joseph’s voice, strong and calm, led her onward. 




Masked Affections



Opening her eyes she found herself once again kneeling in the back of the limousine, the mask removed, a soft pillow beneath her knees. She didn’t even remember climbing in. Joseph had even freed her arms. She flexed them against her chest, hugging at the strain in her shoulders. 

Stephen raised her head, a finger gently lifting her chin. She raised her eyes to him and saw his concern for her mirrored in his face. She looked deep in his eyes… and smiled. 

Reaching a hand beneath his kilt she found him still hard, harder than she’d ever remembered him being. Rolling the condom off she dropped her head to his lap and took him in her mouth. 

“Good girl,” he moaned, “good girl.”

He stroked her hair gently and she sucked and licked at him in obvious gratitude. He came quickly, a shuddering gasp shaking his body, as she sucked and swallowed his load. 

As the limousine made it’s way through the late night streets she crawled off the floor, curling up into Joseph’s lap. 

“Thank you, Master.” She whispered. 

“You did well, my little bird.” He murmured back. 

Cradled in his arms she slept through the drive home.



Masked Ball



My big sister Heather always had the hottest friends but Jessica; her dorm roommate is my favorite. Now that they were both on the University cheerleader squad Jessica was even more sexy in those short skirts and tight tops. My sister is no slouch, all my friends go nuts over her, but hey she's my sister. Of course being an 18-year-old high school kid, my sister and Jessica wouldn't have anything to do with my friends or me. Just the opposite, they would talk down to us and call us dorks. My sister calls me "Dweebie" instead of Stevie and she and Jessica laugh at me because they know I have the hots for Jessica. I've been with chicks from my school before but no one compared to Jessica.

Well no longer was I going to be the "dorky little brother", I had a plan to take Jessica, one-way or the other. My buddy Chuck has an older brother who went to the University and he told us what went on at the frat house masquerade ball, traditionally it's an all out orgy with lots of alcohol and drugs. I found out that the entire cheerleader squad was going. I borrowed Chuck's Batman costume and planned to go to the party and fuck Jessica. I figured since it was an orgy and everyone was in costume, she would never know it was I. Afterward I pictured telling my sister and saying "who's the dork now". Of course I had a back up plan, I filled up a pouch with ground up tranquilizer. One way or the other I was determined to fuck Jessica tonight.

Getting into the frat house was no problem, they couldn't tell how old I was with the costume on and everyone was busy with each other. I saw a large vat of what looked like fruit punch and took a glass. About half way through with it I realized it must have been mostly liquor. I have tried a beer before, but I wasn't used to the liquor and was feeling pretty good quickly. I saw Jessica at the back of the room by a buffet table; she was dressed as belly dancer. Her huge tits were in a gold sequined bikini top and her beaded short skirt started way below her navel. She was talking animatedly to some guy dressed as Zorro and I stood behind her listening and pretending to be interested in the chicken wings. 

The Zorro dude was apparently her boyfriend and they were arguing, she wanted to go downstairs and he had a phone call or something to make. Suddenly someone ran up to Jessica and pushed me into the table, spilling my drink and Zorro's drink. I turned to see this foxy chick with long black hair in a hula outfit whispering to Jessica. I was checking her out from the rear, nice ass, nice small waist; the drink was starting to get to me and smiling. Suddenly the girl in the hula costume turned to me, she smiled and apologized while I was staring at her ample tits. I looked up and realized it was my sister wearing a wig (she has natural blonde hair). I felt awkward then she winked and pinched my butt as she walked away. 

My sister was flirting with and she didn't know it was her little brother…quickly my awkwardness went away and I started laughing. Zorro was angry about his drink being dumped and I told him I would get them both another. I went and got two glasses, one for him and Jessica, putting some of the tranquilizer powder in the glass for Jessica. I handed them the drinks and Zorro took both out of my hands and gave one to Jessica. My mind was cloudy from the drink and I lost track of which drink had the powder in it.

Jessica turned to me and said "Thanks Batman you are a super hero" and laughed. She then turned to Zorro and said "okay Mark make your stupid bets, I am going downstairs and if you aren't there in 10 minutes I am starting without you". Jessica then flipped him the bird and headed toward some stairs leading down. I had no idea where they lead to and was about to follow her when the Zorro guy was talking on the cell phone about the points on the Dolphin/Bronco game and he suddenly dropped to his knees and passed out. I looked around, no one paid any attention, and in fact I saw two other people in costume passed out in various places in the room.

Going downstairs the basement was really dark and it took a while for my eyes to adjust, there were a few candles here and there but most of the room was filled with couples in one form of making out or sex act. As I gingerly stepped over a few bodies I felt someone grab my arm…it was Jessica. She pulled me to the far wall, away from the stairs. 

"Looks like Zorro decided football was more important…will you be my hero" she asked. I gulped, this was working out better than I expected and soon we were lip locked. I ventured to brush my hand along her nipple and she took it and placed it inside her sequined bra. She then undid the belt and pulled down the bottom half of the costume. She then stood and kissed me against the wall and we slid slowly down. I was sitting against the wall as she took off her top and kneeled in front of me pulling off my underwear. She smiled at me as my eight-inch dick came to life. The slowly moved her tongue along the length of my cock until she engulfed it with those beautiful lips of hers. 

I was in heaven, I couldn't believe how perfect my plan was and suddenly someone nudged me and passed me a joint. I never tried pot before but then again I never had a blowjob like this before either. I took a drag of the joint and held it in as long as a could but started coughing. Jessica stopped from sucking my dick, took a drag of the joint and passed it back to me going back to work on my cock and balls. Just as I was about to cum in her mouth the girl to the right of me took the joint from my fingers and leaned against my right shoulder. I locked eyes with my sister and came in Jessica's mouth. My sister put her head back against the wall. I looked down and saw that some guy was under her grass skirt eating her pussy. 

Jessica then pulled on my legs, I followed her lead and I was lying on my back as she sat on my face. With the drink and the pot and the fact it was Jessica, I soon forgot that my sister Heather was sitting next to me and enjoyed eating out Jessica, tasting the folds of her pink pussy. I felt someone push me and then there was laughter. Jessica got off me and was laughing at my sister, it seems the guy eating her out had passed out in the middle of it. Everyone near us was laughing as she kicked the guy, pushing him out from under her grass skirt. I propped myself up against the wall again as Jessica went back to sucking my cock. Soon it was growing erect again. My sister then took a long drag of a joint; she then turned it around, put it inside her mouth and leaned to my lips blowing the smoke into my mouth. 

As I was inhaling the smoke, just inches from my sister's lips, I felt my cock getting hard in Jessica's mouth. Heather then smiled and went to give the joint to Jessica; she leaned over my body and put the joint to Jessica's face. Jessica stopped sucking my dick and took the joint, while Jessica was dragging on it my sister took over and she began sucking my dick. My mind was going crazy. What was I to do; she doesn't know it's her brother's dick she is sucking. Should I push her away? Maybe I should have, but the feeling of pleasure was too great. I closed my eyes for a moment and when I opened them I saw Jessica being fucked by guy dressed as a devil. My sister then stopped, pulling my arms so that soon I was on top of her. I looked down at my gorgeous sister, whose black wig was tossed off somewhere. 

"Come on Batman, fuck me….fuck me" she whispered. My cock stood at the entrance of her pussy, my mind was befuddled. This was my sister, what was I doing? I came here to fuck Jessica and then throw this night into my sister's face. But with this going on…how would I be able to tell her now? Heather then took my cock and put it into her vagina. The tightness of her pussy, my sister's pussy, was incredible. I then realized that I didn't have to tell her, she would never know. 

I started fucking her hesitantly but soon I was riding her fast and hard. I looked down at her thinking this is my sister, the same sister who calls me "Dweebie", who laughs at me and thinks I am a little geek. I started fucking her harder now, my cock being stuffed into her to the hilt. I then pulled out, turned her around, grabbed her ass and fucked her from behind. I reached around, grabbing her tits and twisting her nipples. "Who's the little dweeb now bitch?" I mumbled. Heather was groaning in throngs of an orgasm as my cum filled her sweet pussy. She fell forward and was panting hard. I stood up looking at her naked ass and a feeling of paranoia and doubt cast over me. I pulled up my pants and ran upstairs and out of the frat house.

I ran the two miles to my house. I had told my parents I was going to spend the night at Chuck's but they were asleep and I will come up with a story in the morning. I took off the costume and hid it in my school backpack and climbed into bed. I fell right to sleep, but I knew I would wake up a different person.



Masked Ball



Authors note: This is one of a group of stories between Marcus and Morgan. Marcus is a somewhat shady character who has various underworld connections, Morgan is a legitimate business woman. This is the first story I have published so I hope you enjoy it!


Marcus sat in the water taxi, looking out as his driver stopped outside the palazzo in San Marco. It was an old Venetian building, typical of the district and period but he barely noticed as his bad mood continued to simmer. Once the driver had moored the glass topped boat, Marcus stepped out onto the staircase leading up to the building. Instructing the man to wait for him, he strode up to the main entrance, ignoring the beautiful façade and 18th century marble adorning the building as he made his way inside to greet the host of the party, a business associate of his who usually kept a low profile in Venice due to his underworld connections.

Marcus made his greetings, charming as usual but inside he was frustrated. Morgan was supposed to be with him but her flight had been delayed so he was stuck at a masked ball in Venice, on his own instead of enjoying himself with her. It had been a month since he’d been with her and he missed her intensely.

He grabbed a whiskey from a passing waiter and downed it quickly before taking another. He thought that if he wasn’t with her, he might as well have a few drinks, relax and leave the party when he wanted. He tugged at the black mask he was wearing, he felt uncomfortable in it and the dinner suit he’d put on….he wasn’t a fan of black tie parties but somehow it seemed more bearable if he was with Morgan.

The party was already underway, Marcus scanned the room, spotting people he recognised despite their brightly coloured masks, mostly business acquaintances. He sat at the bar, starting to feel a little less bad tempered as the whisky began to mellow his mood after the first hour. His thoughts wandered to Morgan and he thought about the last time he’d been with her. He remembered waking up beside her and the slow morning fuck they’d shared before she’d left Italy…….he could feel his cock stirring in his trousers so he pushed the memories thoughts of her out of his head and turned back to study the group on the dancefloor.

His eyes wandered around the room, the masked gathering was clearly having more fun than him. His gaze moved up to the gallery and stopped. He saw a woman at the top of the staircase wearing a traditional Venetian mask in gold and black with a plume of black feathers and gold braiding, it covered most of her face but Marcus could tell she was looking at him. His eyes travelled downwards, she was wearing a black evening dress and long black silk gloves that covered most of her arms, as his gaze dropped lower he could just make out her feet, she was wearing strappy sandals with high spiky heels on her bare feet…..just the kind of thing Morgan would choose. Marcus smiled as he thought that, Morgan loved high heels, the higher the better.

He looked back up at the woman and realised she was beckoning him, he knew the party was a safe environment, no enemies, no police officers….the host was too careful to make security mistakes as most of his guests were in the same types of business as Marcus. The woman was curling her finger at him, inviting him up the stairs to the gallery…..he was curious as to who she was and if he knew her.

He crossed the room at a leisurely pace, stopping to talk to one or two people on his way……he didn’t know who the woman was and would not give her the pleasure of hurrying to be in her company.

The woman stood in the gallery, watching as Marcus made his way across the room. He stopped to talk to people along the way, occasionally glancing back at her as he took his time. She smiled at this, she knew he liked to be in control and he was making this clear to her. 

Marcus started to make his way up the stairs, keeping his eyes on the woman and the small groups of people around her……..as he neared the gallery at the top she began to walk away, along the back of the gallery. He was suspicious but intrigued and followed her slowly, watching her movements. She was a way in front of him but he could see her outline, the curve of her hips under the dress, her hair pinned up so he could see nape of her neck, the ribbons criss crossing over her back on her dress and a glimpse of high, high heels as she walked. She wasn’t carrying a bag and the dress was impossible to hide anything under so he was content that she wasn’t a threat.

He saw her turn into an alcove halfway along the gallery, he followed until he stood in front of it, facing a heavy dark red velvet drape that concealed it.

Marcus reached out and pushed the drape aside enough to reveal a small room, he looked back to check he hadn’t been followed by anyone on the gallery level, then he stepped through. The woman was stretched out on a chaise lounge in the small alcove…..as Marcus joined her she looked up and smiled at him. 

His eyes raked over her body, looking her up and down now that she was closer, she had dark hair that had been pinned up off her neck, her firm breasts encased in the restricting black dress that curved in to her waist and back out over her hips. The sheer layers of fabric making up the skirt had risen up and revealed her feet with dark red painted toenails, covered by the spiky heeled sandals. They tied up with long satin ribbons around her ankles

He could only see her lips clearly, they were glossy and full ……the rest of her face was hidden by the ornate Venetian mask, covered in gold and black braid and feathers. He could tell that she had dark green eyes as she met his gaze and he sensed something familiar about her as she smiled at him. 

Marcus smiled back at her.

The woman swung her feet off the chaise lounge and onto the floor, holding out one gloved hand to beckon him closer. He walked towards her, looking down as she tilted her head up to stare back at him. Once he was in front of her she slid her hands up his legs to the front of his trousers before unzipping them, smiling again as she realised he wore no underwear, then sliding one hand inside to caress his cock. Marcus was already aroused but the unusual sensation of a hand covered in a silk glove closing around him was so good that he immediately grew harder. 

The woman remained seated in front of him, she freed his hard cock from his trousers and ran her gloved finger from his balls to the tip before cupping his balls in her hand and squeezing...then she leant forward and ran her tongue along his shaft before closing her mouth over his cock and sliding it down him in one long movement. Marcus breathed in sharply, her hands were squeezing his balls, her tongue rubbed along his length and he could feel the head of his cock sliding towards the back of her throat. Her full lips were closed tightly around him and he could feel his whole cock being engulfed by her mouth. She held him there, sucking, biting lightly and squeezing him….he looked down at her……and watched as the masked woman sucked his cock passionately. 

Marcus hadn’t been with Morgan for a month, the urge to bury himself deep in a hot, wet pussy was overwhelming and he grabbed the woman’s arms, pulling her to him to kiss her. He forced his tongue into her mouth, kissing her deeply………then he pushed her back against the wall of the small alcove, hearing her gasp with surprise at his quick movement.

He ran his hands up her legs, pulling the soft layers of the dress up roughly over her thighs and using his knee to spread her legs apart. He kissed her hard again, sucking her tongue and nibbling her bottom lip as he held her against the wall with one hand and ran the other up her inner thigh to her pussy. He was surprised but turned on to find that she wore no panties and had a shaved pussy. He ran his fingers over her bare lips, they were already wet and he slid one between them to stroke over her clit. She moaned at that and he kissed her again to muffle the noise from the people outside on the gallery. She pushed her hips back against him and he slid his finger lower, resting it against the entrance to her pussy. Marcus could smell her arousal, this woman was soaking wet, as horny as hell and so ready to be fucked. He plunged a finger into her pussy, as deep and hard as he could, testing to see how easily his cock would slide into her……she was tight, her pussy gripped at his finger but he added a second to stretch her and moved them in and out, enjoying her obvious pleasure but desperately needing his own release.

Marcus heard the music change tempo downstairs, the party was becoming wilder and louder, matching his mood.

He removed his fingers, licking her juice off them as she watched him, then he turned her around to face the wall. He spread her legs apart with his knee and pressed against her so he could rub his hard cock along her pussy, parting her lips with it then moving back to rest the head of his cock at her entrance. He held his cock and guided it into her, just a little way…….then he pushed her arms up above her head against the wall and placed his hands over hers, holding them flat. She was pinned against the cool marble wall with nothing to do but allow him to control her as he held her in place. Once he was ready, Marcus pushed a little more into her, feeling the head of his cock stretch her and slide into her wet pussy….then he thrust forward in one hard movement, filling her and burying his whole cock inside her til their bodied met and his skin smacked against her bare ass. 

The woman moaned long and loud when he surged into her but it was masked by the music. Marcus ground his hips against her, moving his cock slightly inside her to rub her g-spot. He moved her hands together above her head, holding them with just one of his then moved the other one down to stroke her clit. He pressed his finger between the lips of her wet sex and rubbed over her hard clit firmly then began to pump in and out of her body, fucking her deep, hard and fast. As he fucked her hot, soaking wet pussy and rubbed her clit he bent down to suck and bite her shoulder…….he closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of her pussy gripping his rock hard cock. Images of Morgan filled his head, memories of fucking her the last time he’d seen her………and he felt his cock swell, the woman he was buried in was moaning constantly and he felt her clamp down on him as she began to orgasm……she tightened on him and he felt his hot come racing from his balls, through his cock and into her hot, wet pussy surrounding him.

Marcus moaned Morgan’s name, still seeing her image in his head……he leaned against the woman’s back, placing his hands back on the wall so he didn’t crush her against it. His breathing was fast and deep, he could feel his heart racing and his cock beginning to soften and slide out of her. He stepped back and zipped himself up then turned the woman around……….he couldn’t see much of her face as her mask was still in place but he could see her lips were swollen and she was breathing heavily. He knelt down in front of her, raising her left leg over his shoulder…..then he leant forward and began to run his tongue along her pussy, licking their combined come from her as it trickled out of her. Marcus continued with slow soft stroked until she grabbed his hair and held him in place, shaking as she came one more time, a short and noisy orgasm onto his tongue.

He gently placed her foot back on the floor, pulled the dress back down over hips and legs..then he stood, pulled the drape back a little way and stepped back out into the gallery. 

Marcus made his way back downstairs, he didn’t look back but mingled for a while, catching up with friends and the host. Finally he decided to make his way outside, he’d told the man to expect him at midnight as he hoped he’d see Morgan soon after.

He strolled outside and began to make his way down to the water, it was a warm night and he could see the water taxi waiting at the mooring at the foot of the marble steps. He stepped into the boat and settled back in the soft leather seat before turning to look at the other passenger next to him. He smiled as Morgan slid across to rest her head against his chest and wrap her arms around his neck. The black and gold mask resting on her lap slid to the floor as she turned in her seat to kiss him and he could clearly see the mark he’d left on her shoulder where he’d bitten her.



Masked Desires



The soft thump of the music pounded slightly behind the dressing room walls as I took off the blonde wig that hid my dark hair. Damn that thing always makes my head itch. I scratched it absently and unpinned the net that held my hair tight against my head. Sometimes I hate this job but other times I dearly love it. Looking in the mirror I unhooked the mask that shielded my eyes. The smell of sweat, scotch and sex hung heavy at times but the smell of light perfume always over clouded it back here. The dressing rooms were a clearly no smoking and no drinking zone which was fine by me as I popped a piece of gum in my mouth. "Synge" and "Ginger" opened the door and walked in past me, smiling and gave me the normal greeting and in a flash of bright red hair they were gone again. 

I finished getting redressed to go home and as I was walking out to my car I looked back at the lavish exterior of the place I called work. "The High Life" was a very high end gentleman's club that only catered "by appointment" and usually to large groups of executives or bachelor parties. I was just a waitress and that was perfectly fine to me I was never graced with the talent of rhythm. The one main rule at "High Life" was discreetness. On the outside it looked like a sprawling southern plantation house and it was set on the outskirts of town with a gated front that sat at the end of a dirt road off the main highway. All the staff - dancers, waitresses and even the barkeeps wore masks to conceal their identities and all female were required to wear wigs. That was one of the many things I loved about the job, you could see and know who everyone was but they didn't know you from Eve.

The drive home was as normal as it ever was and when I walked into my apartment I heard the machine clicking that I had a message but ignored it and went straight into the bathroom to take a long bath to soothe my aching feet. I undressed again letting my jeans fall off my five foot four inch frame. Stepping out of them I lifted my top and unhooked my bra. I stood in front of the mirror admiring my smooth belly and medium sized breasts, I lifted them and felt their weight as they fell my nipples hardened. That's one downside to my job I always come home hornier than hell and no one to take care of it but myself, which isn't necessarily a bad thing just gets lonely after awhile. My brown eyes looked tired but not overly so, I barely heard the water running but heard clearly his voice as my machine suddenly clicked on again. 

"Hey Tina it's Mike, Brian wants to get a poker game started in an hour and Lina wanted me to call you to see if you could come just let me know, ok BYE" the annoying beep trailed off.

I sighed a little, I'd been wanting Mike for months but he never seemed interested in me and I'm still not sure he is - he'd said Lina wanted him to call not that HE had wanted to call. I weighed inwardly on whether or not I wanted to go and finally decided not to. I got into the tub and tried to sink into the porcelain letting the hot water relax my muscles. I heard the phone ring again and almost as instinct I started to rise to get it, but I was too tired so I just laid back down. When I felt relaxed enough I circled my hands around the globes of my breasts and tweaked the nipples, causing a sharp sweet pain that made me instantly wet between my thighs. In the languid warmth of the water and the way my hands were making my body feel I heard the machine click and his voice was there again.

"Hey Tina, it's Mike again. Brian wanted me to remind you that if you do come, it's strip poker night and it's 40 bucks to play. See you there maybe, ok bye." Too tired to sense the hope in his voice I just grumbled a little and continued to play. Snaking my hand down my stomach I took my clit between my fingers and pulled sharply causing that sweet amount of pain and pulling a shocked moan from me. The steady thump of my heartbeat was felt through my clit as I fingered it gentler this time, wishing it was his thick fingers instead of mine. I'd secretly measured the size of his hands against my own a time or two and two of my fingers was about the size of his thumb so when I teased my love hole with two fingers I imagined it was his thumb just rubbing against my folds as he was kissing me. This thought caused another moan from me and another surge of heat coiled up from the pussy to my belly. I couldn't hold it any longer as I slid my fingers inside feeling the wet walls of my pussy and starting to fuck it slow. I could feel the heat rising and it wasn't from the bath water as the images of him kissing and fingering me brought me to a small orgasm. I took my fingers away and felt the pulse, like my pussy was bitching at me because of the absence. I reached for the toy I kept underneath the sink and rubbed it against my pussy lips, teasing but not entering. 

I wanted him watching me, sitting next to me while I was in the tub and him using the toy on me, but more so I wanted him inside of me. Feeling his hard cock inside would make my pussy melt. I imagined the toy was him as I slid it inside slowly, almost painfully slow, but I slid it all the way until the base hit my lips. Keeping myself deliciously full I didn't move, just concentrating on my walls clenching around the toy. I finally moved it after a few minutes and I had to hold my orgasm in. I was sensitive in all the right ways and my body felt like it was on fire. I could hear my phone ringing again and played silently with my toy, going in and out slowly waiting to see who was calling. It was Mike.

"Hey Tina, it's Mike. Just wanted to make sure you were ok I guess since you never called Lina or me back. Just call when you get this ok. Bye."

With the sound of his voice to push me I began to fuck myself harder bringing on an explosive orgasm. Sloshing water on the floor as my body shook I gripped the edge of the tub to keep from going under. It felt so good. As I was coming off my orgasmic high and I could still feel the thump of the blood rushing through my head my face got a confused look as I tried to process his last message, I'd heard it but didn't really hear it. 

Getting out of the tub and wrapping myself into my short silk robe, my feet padded across the living room to listen to the machine again. Listening to it again I felt my heart speed up in the hopeful way it does whenever he calls me, ok it was sweet he was worried or at least seemed to be, and he'd called me like 3 times in the past hour or so - but he stressed the issue about his sister wanting him to call and the fact that I hadn't called HER back so I sighed again and let it go. 

I walked back to my bedroom and just lay on my queen size staring at the ceiling. I needed to either tell him I liked him or forget him and let someone else find me, neither of which I was sure I could do. I turned to my side and just lay there gazing out the window and pictured in my mind what it would be like if I was actually with him. Somewhere between snuggling watching a movie and having sex in front of a fireplace I fell asleep. I woke up to the ringing of my phone and looking at the clock on my nightstand I saw it had only been about two hours since I'd fallen asleep. 

Rushing into my living room I picked up the phone without even checking the caller id and when I answered "Hello?" in my half sleepy voice all I got on the other end for a second was silence. And then it was his voice. 

"Tina? It's Mike."

I nervously tucked a piece of dark hair behind my ear. "Oh, hey. Sorry I couldn't make it to the game I had just gotten off work when I got your message and I was too tired."

"It's alright, I didn't wake you up did I?"

"No, I never meant to fall asleep so it's a good thing. Tell Lina I'm sorry I never called her back." Inwardly I was thinking 'this is the moment to tell him, just do it.' but nothing came out.

"Ok I will. Just making sure you were alright."

"Yeah I'm good." an awkward laugh slipped out. 

A few moments of silence then ... "Alright well I'll talk to you later then, Bye."

"Umm ok bye."

Was that nervousness I detected? It was hard to tell, always is over the phone. It was either that or he just didn't want to talk to me. I picked the phone back up and decided to call Lina myself. I again apologized for not being able to come or calling back and she said it was fine and that I was missed. We talked for another hour or so about anything and everything. Before I knew it the clock said it was almost 5 a.m. so I promised to meet her for lunch at around 1 and told her goodnight. 

Sleep wouldn't come easy since I had my power nap so I lay there awake thinking about Mike's pale blue eyes and his blonde hair that fell over his forehead when he laughed. He was almost a foot taller than me so it was easy to get lost looking up at him whenever we actually talked. Rolling over and sighing again I fell asleep with that glimmer of hope that he at least thought of me as more than just his sisters friend. 

My alarm woke me up 10 minutes before noon and despite my restless sleep I felt refreshed. I had a busy day ahead of me before I went to work at 7. I slipped on my running clothes so I could jog the few miles to the restaurant where I was going to meet Lina, getting my exercise in at the same time. It was a beautiful day with a bright clear sky and not too hot temperatures. I tried not to think about Mike, thoughts of him on top of my breasts bouncing wasn't a really good combination. As soon as I got within eyesight of the restaurant I skidded to a stop. Lina AND Mike were sitting at a table outdoors waiting. 

This was not the way to look when eating with a guy you've had your eyes on, sweaty, red-faced and probably a little wind-blown. I quickly dashed behind a van that was parked not to far from where I had stopped, thinking 'this is ridiculous'. But I still couldn't make myself go up to them looking like this. Begrudgingly I turned around and started jogging back home mentally kicking myself the whole way for being so superficial about the way I looked. When I finally got back to my place the phone was just ringing and I picked it up. It was Lina and in my out of breath voice I told her I was sorry that I'd forgotten and could we do it another day, she sounded a little irritated but agreed. The rest of the day went by in sort of a hazy blur and I found myself once again back in the dressing room that smelled of perfume and sex pinning the net over my dark ponytail and fitting it tight across my head. 

I sighed inwardly, still hating myself, but realizing I had to pull my self together to work. It was always required of us to be flirty but unavailable which sometimes required a lot of acting. Getting on my short blonde wig and attaching my mask to the netting underneath I now became "Dixie" instead of Tina and no one but the man who hired me knew my real name, we all knew each other as our work aliases. Made it hard to really make friends here but it was a job and a damn good one. I got on the rest of my work attire which consisted of a 40's style black bikini and fishnet with heels and after getting dressed I walked out into the bar area to clock myself in. 

"Peaches" was behind the bar with her strawberry blonde wig and same get up as me talking to Marcus the bartender. I heard him tell her to be careful there were two bachelor parties here tonight and they were a pretty large crowd and could get rowdy if drunk enough. He saw me and told me to be careful as well. I just smiled and said 'I'll do my best' and clocked in. We didn't open until 8 so I went around my designated area making sure everything was clean and I had all the drink garnishing I needed on my station. I asked Marcus if we were going to have enough chairs and he said he thought so, so I didn't think anything else of it. It was a little past 8 o'clock so I went ahead and went to the back to use the restroom for what would probably be the last time in awhile since the one thing bachelor parties like more than the girls are the drinks so I could imagine I'd be running back in forth for awhile. 

Coming back out I froze. Mike was apparently part of the bachelor party that was on my side and I was about to go ask "Peaches" if she would switch with me but she was already chatting and taking orders of her section. I went back into the bathroom and took a deep breath. 

"I can do this. He won't know it's me. You can't tell who I am in this wig." I took another deep breath and walked back out, that statement becoming my mantra as I started to walk over to the men. Putting on my most flirty smile and using my best southern accent I spoke to them. 

"What can I get you fine gentlemen this evening?" I had a few answers of 'you' and I just laughed softly and casually flirted back with them, trying not to pay too much attention to Mike but I felt his eyes on me. I nervously tucked a piece of my blonde hair behind my ear then turned to leave to get their drinks. I heard one of the guys whistle and comment on my ass, I just looked over my shoulder with a sexy smirk and winked. Leaning against the bar I took a big sigh of relief and I could hear "Bella" start her set for them so at least when I went back over there no one would pay attention to me. 

I stood there watching her dance for a minute like I always do, entranced by the sensual grace all the dancers seemed to have. It struck me again that these were actual dancers, not the usual bump and grind like most places and that these men had probably never seen the likes of it before today. My eyes went to Mike to find his eyes on mine. I made that little startled movement that most people make when they find someone staring at them but I just smiled and carried my drinks over to their tables giving them their rounds. 

"Anything else I can get you Sugar?" I asked him in confident drawl. 

His blue eyes just stared into mine then actually blushed a little as he said 'no thank you.' The next thing I did surprised me, I placed my finger on his chin and turned his face towards "Bella" with a slight smile and told him 'Good boy' as I walked away. I stared up at her for a minute taking in her long black hair and her Chinese inspired kimono as she flashed her thighs dancing in a graceful manner and I knew that soon enough they would see all that she had to offer and tease with. 

I watched them drink, and they did it with a more slow easiness than you would expect from a group of guys. "Bella" had come and gone and was now sitting in a short silk version of her dance kimono in one of the men's laps playing with his hair as they were watching "Sylk" dance. My eyes absently roamed over to Mike and he was watching her with rapt attention. My heart did a strange flip flop as I saw his lips mouth my name. He was staring at her but not seeing her and saying my name in a whisper. 

I must have had a shocked look on my face because "Bella" came up to me and asked if I was okay. I slowly nodded still staring at him, noticing his chest heaving a little as his breath became faster. I looked over at her noticing she was a little taller than me but we had the same build. Her breasts were a tad bigger but my ass was better than hers, more high and firmer from running. Her long brown wig hid her natural red hair and it was styled the way I wore mine a lot. Her eyes were a deep violet while mine were brown but in the light and at his distance they could appear brown. It then occurred to me that he was fantasizing about me while watching her and that thought made my heart beat faster and my breath caught in my throat as my gaze slid to his lap and I could see the definite outline of his swollen cock. 

Seeing that made my face red, and I'd seen the outline of it before during one of the many games of strip poker we'd played with friends but it had never been that pronounced before. A searing heat went through my body and it centered in a rapid thumping at my clit and I felt myself start to drip when I saw him squirm in his chair as his erection got bigger and more uncomfortable in his pants. I would have stayed frozen watching him if someone hadn't gotten my attention wanting another drink. My nipples were as hard as rocks and were rubbing against my top in that painful pleasurable way as I smiled and leaned closer to him to get his order before leaving. Every time I walked and my thighs rubbed together it made my heart catch and I wanted to just sit in the middle of everyone and slide a finger into my pussy to feel its swollen wetness. 

It turned me on so much to know that he thought about me in that way. I turned back to give his friend their drink and he was gone. My eyes searched the crowd of men and he wasn't with them. I cocked an eyebrow wondering where he went and as I looked around I caught a glimpse of someone going towards the restrooms so I followed to see who it was. It wasn't him. As I started to walk back to my station to add the drink to the groups tab I caught a glimpse of him behind a screen wall that separated the stage from the hallway to the bathrooms. The way his eyes were fixed I could tell he could still see "Sylk" dancing. He was leaned against the wall and as my eyes roamed the length of him I saw he'd pulled his impressive cock out into his hand. The sight of it made the air catch in my throat and made my entire body feel like it was on liquid fire. 

I told "Peaches" I was taking my break and started walking towards the back room. The employee door was about 15 feet from where he stood and I'd be able to see him more clearly. I could hear him whisper my name in between his pleasurable groans as he stroked himself slowly. I stood there for a minute contemplating on what to do but then I heard the clack of heels coming and I knew if anyone caught him that he'd be kicked out so without thinking I ran and grabbed his hand dragging him into the cleaning closet. 

It was a cramped space and we were suddenly skin to skin. I felt his hard throbbing cock against my navel and I looked up at him, his face red as a beet but his erection hadn't subsided. 

"Umm, hi. Why are we in here?" He asked stammering a little, and it was cute.

"Honey, if they'd caught you doing that wonderful thing to your penis they would have kicked you out, beautiful sight or not." I drawled to him in a half whisper.

His face turned a brighter red. "I didn't think anyone could see me."

"If I found you then someone else could have." I absently petted the head of his cock as it still lay against my stomach. "Is Tina your girlfriend? I heard you say her name." At the mention of my name I felt a small drop of pre cum ooze out of the head. I smiled at that.

He groaned out in pleasure as my fingers petted him. "No, she's my sisters friend. She isn't interested in me."

I wrapped my hand around his cock and leaned closer into his body. "Any girl not interested in you is blind. How do you know she isn't and just doesn't know how to tell you?"

His hips ground into my hand as if against his will and I began to stroke him slower than he'd stroked himself. Through gritted teeth he replied "I don't know I just don't think she does. Oh my god that feels good, you have nice hands. Tina has nice hands too, always soft." 

I grinned at his rambling and had to hide my face against his chest for a moment to hide my joy, then I playfully bit one of his pecs. "I saw you looking at 'Sylk', does Tina look like that?"

"Mmmm yeah, she looks a lot like her but she has a better ass," he suddenly reached down and grabbed my ass with both hands squeezing it and crushing our bodies closer together, "it's a lot like yours, tight and yet fluffier at the same time."

I gasped and moaned deep when I felt his hands on my rear, it was sensitive and any slight grabbing always made me wet. I looked up into his face and our eyes met. I could feel mine waiver a little as they stared into his. I leaned up on my tip toes and whispered in his ear.




Masked Desires



"You could always pretend I'm her."

He just looked at me with lust in his eyes but then turned his away from me. "Sorry I can't. You don't even look that much like her, your hair's blonde."

In a moment of truth I reached for my wig and slid it off my head. "Does this help?"

His eyes widened a little as he reached for the mask that concealed my eyes and I got to it first unclasping it from the net and taking that from my head and face as well. 

I'm not really sure who looked more surprised, me or him, but my moment over I felt shy again and I lowered my face so he wouldn't look at me anymore. I felt his finger come under my chin like I had done to him as "Dixie" and then I realized I was still grasping his cock so in a nervous laugh I began to let go of it.

"Don't. I like your hand on me, Tina."

The way he said my name made me smile. "I like it there too, I've been wondering what your cock felt like since the first time we ever played strip poker and I saw the bulge in your shorts."

He laughed softly at that and then boldly slid the strap of my top down my arm to bare my left breast. "I've always wondered what these looked like since then too." He bent forward and sucked the nipple between his teeth and rolled it with his tongue making me suck in a wild breath. "and tasted like"

I shifted my legs to stand firmer as he began sucking and pulling on my nipples with his teeth, biting them gently and sucking the skin around them leaving faint hickies. My pussy throbbed unmercifully and my clit was so swollen that the minute I began rubbing his cock slowly up and down my slit through my bikini bottoms it made my muscles spasm and I almost came. I directed his cock to glide back and forth against it for a few minutes letting my wetness creep through the fabric and onto his cock. He groaned deep in his throat as his cock let loose another drop of pre cum. It was so hard and I could feel his heartbeat along the silky shaft.

I couldn't contain my need any longer as I pushed the fabric aside and widened the hole in my fishnets with my fingers forcing it to allow the head of his cock to dip inside me as his hips still ground against mine. He made a restrained noise as he took his mouth away from my nipple and kissed my mouth for the first time. It was hard, demanding, hot, and passionate all at the same time. I loved it. He took his cock away from my hand and slid two of his long fingers into my pussy to replace it. When I felt his fingers go inside the walls of my pussy gripped them so tight I heard him swear under his breath. The minute he started to pump his fingers into me I came, I couldn't hold it back any longer. I'd wanted him so bad for so long. 

He smiled against my lips as he fucked me with his fingers until I came again and as I came the second time his thumb and forefinger pulled on my clit causing me to squirt all over his hand until my pumping subsided. His cock was a deep red and it was dripping pre cum steady now so I knew he wouldn't last long and we didn't really have time to fuck the way we should so I squatted before him and while looking up at him I took his cock into my mouth and tasted it. My moans of pleasure at the taste and feel of it vibrated through his length and his hips jerked as if he felt it though his whole body. My tongue swirled over the head and I began to stroke and suck his cock in long slow motions. He put his hands in my hair and began to guide my head at the speed he wanted on his cock. I let him and I pushed his hips closer to let him know that he could go deeper into my mouth. He let himself go at that point and began deep fucking my mouth until I almost choked on his member. But the more I almost choked the more saliva came out and the faster he went. And right before he came in a huge shuddering load he pulled out of my mouth and came all over my face. 

Nothing in my life had ever felt so good, so right. 

"So I guess this means you do like me?" he asked with a half chuckle.

I grinned and licked his cum from around my mouth. "What do you think?"

He just smiled and handed me a roll of paper towels from the shelves behind him. After cleaning my face off and wiping his cock and hands clean I began to put my net, wig and mask back in place. He put a hand on my wrist.

"I don't want this to be it between us. I want to be with you."

I smiled up at him. "Don't worry I want to be with you too, I have for a long time. But right now I need to get back to work and you need to get back to your friends."

He leaned down to kiss me softly and he quietly snuck out of the closet leaving me to finish getting ready. I leaned against the door and sighed in that way you do when you finally get something you've wanted for a long time. I made sure my bikini was straight and that my wig and mask were in place before I came out of the closet as well. Hurrying back to my station I motioned to "Peaches" that I was back and she smiled at me and mouthed 'ok' I checked the time on the clock over the bar it was a little over an hour til closing and suddenly I got an idea. 

I walked to the bar and asked Marcus where Sal, the manager, was. I found him in his office and as he looked up at me he smiled.

"What can I do for you Miss Dixie."

I smiled back with my flirty winning smile, "Sal, I was wondering if it would be ok for me to stay after closing."

"What for? No one will be here 'til the cleaning crew comes in at 6."

I looked down at my feet nervously. "I wanted to see what it was like to dance without anyone being here. Just in case I ever wanted to do it for real."

He brightened at that and didn't hesitate to tell me yes. I thanked him and left, making my way back to my station. I took a napkin and wrote a message on it for Mike, telling him that if he could to hide in the cleaning closet at closing time. I dropped it off to him along with a fresh beer and announced to the other men that it was last call. I didn't look at him to see if he read it but I knew he had when he slid his hand up my thigh to caress my ass for a second. I went to get everyone's last drinks and I could feel his eyes on me making my insides warm. 

The last dancers for their group were "Synge" and "Ginger" both with bright red hair, one dressed as a bride the other a groom as they did a mock strip tease and sex act for each other as if the guys watching them weren't even there. I stood behind the group watching them, my eyes sometimes straying to Mike. I laughed one time as I caught him doing the same thing, watching me watch them. I just smiled and made that 'turn around' motion with my fingers that teachers used to make at me when they caught me talking in class or passing notes. He grinned back at me at turned back to watch the girls. 

I was at my station when it was closing and I heard the parties getting ushered out and they paid off their bill, I heard Mike tell some of them that he had to use the restroom and he'd grab a cab home, his friends were too drunk and horny to pay much attention to him but I saw him head to the back, I waited ten minutes and he didn't come back out. I walked up to the bar. 

"Hey Marcus, everyone's gone. Sal told me I could stay so I'll lock up when I'm done."

He chuckled. "You always said you couldn't dance, the girls after you to do it?"

"No. I just want to see what it feels like and I don't need everyone staring at me." I laughed and gave him a playful shove, "especially you." 

He grinned and gave me a wink. "Alright, be careful. You know where the alarm system is if you need it." 

"I do, thank you."

Waiting for everyone to leave felt like an eternity. I absently walked around the stage and held on to the pole that was on the side and spun around it, never knowing how these girls did this. I would feel stupid in front of a bunch of people. I never heard him come up behind me but I felt his hands around my waist and it made me smile up into his eyes. 

"Is everyone gone?" he asked against my neck before he kissed it. 

I leaned into him. "Yeah it's just you and me." 

"Wanna finish what we started earlier?" I felt his erection press into my the small of my back, "But can we take this off first?" His fingers were at my wig.

I took it off and shook it out, laying it on the table closest to the stage then my mask and net followed it. When I straightened back up his hands were in my hair, untying my ponytail and running his fingers through it and smelling it. 

"I've always loved your hair, it's so soft." His voice was semi muffled since he was sliding his face all over my hair and I felt him push his erection more into me, giving it more pressure. 

I reached my hands behind my back so I could slide them into his pants and just rub them up and down the length of his cock between the material of his boxers. He groaned against me and stuck his hands up inside my bra top to massage my breasts and pull on my nipples while I stroked him. He pushed my top upwards, making the fabric catch and tease my hard nipples as my breasts bounced free. I felt a spot of wetness on his shorts as his cock jerked a little when he began pulling my nipples with his thumb and forefinger away from my body making me cry out and stroke his penis harder. His hands then untied the top letting it fall to the floor he then put his fingers in the waistband of the bottoms and told me to take them off. 

"But leave the fishnets on, I like those." His voice had a sensual roughness that made my insides quiver. 

As I bent over to pull them down he grabbed my hips as soon as the bottoms were on the floor and he rubbed the bulge of his crotch across my ass cheeks feeling the slight pull of the netting that would only get worse if he took his pants and shorts off. He then walked me to the edge of the stage and had me get on all fours. He jumped down and I started to rise to see what he was doing but he held on to my hips and told me to stay

I heard him get on his knees on the floor and at his height and the positioning of the stage he didn't have to bend over and he suddenly wrapped both his arms around my hips to keep me still as his tongue began to feel its way inside my pussy through the holes in the netting. I cried out in pleasure and settled on my forearms, raising my pussy more into his face. If he hadn't been holding me down I would have been bucking and squirming all over the place it felt so good. His tongue began to savagely fuck my pussy as his arms pressed my hips into the same motion as his tongue. I came with a violent jerk and I could feel my juices cream his tongue but he didn't stop. His hands came from my hips to grasp both of my ass cheeks massaging them in time with his tongues strokes making me more wet and adding pressure which felt delicious.

I finally begged him to put his cock inside me after I came a second time and as he pulled his mouth away from me he sucked on my clit hard making me cum again in small jerks. He lifted me up and set me on one of the tables and I leaned up on my elbows so I could watch him get undressed and half surprised he still was. His cock was bigger than it had been before and it looked uncomfortable confined to his pants. As he pulled his pants and shorts down in one motion his cock sprang back up against his belly with a soft smack, it was so hard and a dark red color and it subconsciously made me lick my lips and as I did a stream of pre cum slid down the head. He held his cock away from his body as he walked back to me and ran his cock up and down along my fishnet clad thighs, groaning deep and gritting his teeth.

He teased his cock this way for what seemed like forever as my pussy wept and I felt my juices streaming down between my ass cheeks so much I had to shift. He touched the waistband of the tights and pulled them off, it was the only way he'd be able to fuck me, his cock was too large to fit through the holes in the net. He kissed my thighs sweetly then bent over me to kiss my mouth in the way I'd always wanted him to since the day I'd met him. It was a slow, love-filled kiss. I felt the head of his cock dip slowly in and out of my pussy in a sort of methodical way before he finally slipped the first inch into me. I was tight and he was big. I could feel the sweat pop out on his forehead as he tried to control himself and stop himself from coming on the spot. I hooked my ankles behind his ass and pushed him a little further into me, making me cry out in pleasure. He was only halfway in but it felt so good and I felt so filled I came again as he played with my clit. 

As I spammed hard and tight around his cock he swore and pushed it the rest of the way in, up to the hilt. He stayed like that for nearly a minute before he started to pump his hard long strokes into me. I felt dizzy as the pleasure spiraled out of control and I came in a small string of little jerks. 

"Fuck it feels like you're milking my cock!" he cried out as he came hard into me. 

The warmth of his seed spread into me and he kept fucking me in deep hard strokes before he turned me on my knees and began spanking my ass as he fucked my pussy deeply. I cried out against the table top and somewhere between floating to the air and trying to grasp my sanity I screamed that I loved him. As my brain registered what my mouth had said I slightly froze as I expected him to, but he grabbed my hips and slammed into me again before coming harder than before. His cock still lodged inside me he began to massage my back and as he leaned forward to kiss the base of my spine I heard him say it back to me. 

Startled a little I turned to look at him but his eyes were closed and he had a look of complete peace as he still slowly stroked my pussy with his cock. I felt the pleasure clamp down on me again as I started to push back onto his cock a little more, he pressed his hand on my butt cheeks though and dislodged but he put three fingers inside to compensate. 

"Sorry my cock's a little sensitive." I saw him blush before he kissed my back again. 

He fucked my pussy with his fingers until I came again then taking them out he helped me into a sitting position on the table and we kissed for a long time, tasting each other. He took my face in his hands.

"I really do love you. I have for awhile, which is weird for me since the only time we've ever spent together was around other people. But I want to date you and I want to see where it goes, and I want you to know that as much as I loved what just happened you are more than sex to me. I never expected it. I was going to tell you today that I wanted to go out with you, but you never showed up. So I just figured you didn't want to same from me, I ...." I stopped him by putting two fingers on his lips.

"Mike, I've wanted to be with you for a long time and I do love you too. I had no idea you liked me because you never took a step to talk to me on your own, if I had known it's what you wanted I would have told you sooner. And as for this afternoon I didn't know you were going to be there and I played a total 'girl' and never showed up because I was gross and sweaty from running and I didn't want you to see me that way."

He laughed. "I've seen you gross and sweaty before, remember that tennis match that lasted 5 hrs between Lina and you and your brother and me."

It was my turn to laugh. "Oh my God, I'm sure I looked horrible!"

"Honestly that's when I knew I liked you so much. Because of the fact you didn't care and you didn't back down even when we were kicking your guys' butts."

I playfully smacked him, "You were not!"

I became suddenly shy when I realized we were both sitting on a table at my work, naked and talking like we were clothed and at home. I hopped down quickly and began looking for my clothes. He put his hand on my arm and stopped me. He slipped his shirt over my head and nodded his head toward the back. 

"I'm sure you have clothes back there, unless you actually wear that home." He teased with a grin. "I'll wait for you."

I smiled back and ran naked with my handful of garments and wig to the back and got dressed as quickly as I could. Putting the bikini and stockings into a bag to take home and clean. I sighed into the mirror and I finished fixing my hair again. Except this time it was a pleasurable sigh. I'd finally gotten what I wanted out of life with no disguise or mask required. 



Masked Girl & Dragon-1 Adventures



Author's note: I wrote this in conjunction with another female from literotica chat. It might be a little crazy but it sure turned me on when I help to write it. It is my 2nd attempt at writing a story, so please bear with it :)

Background characters:

The family

Name: Kate Smith A.K.A. Mrs. Li (She is married to Peter Li, a Chinese businessman. Her 2nd marriage)
Occupation: Housewife by day. Super heroine in secret
Alias: Masked Girl
Race: Caucasian
Age: 34
Height: 5 ft 6
Weight: 120lbs
Hair: long curly of golden locks. (Fiery Red as Masked Girl), Trimmed below
Body: 34C-25-35, leggy, tight butt. (34D-24-34 as Masked Girl)
Costume: body hugging tight spandex top (dark pink), a sailor school skirt(think sailor moon), a mask the shape of a dove that covers just the eyes and nose. A sparkling red ruby attached to a neck collar is her source of her enhanced strength. When Kate Smith transforms into Masked Girl, her hair is fiery red, and her body looks younger and leaner. She has a pair of purple gloves that could deflect projectiles. She has a pair of purple boots and spandex stockings that reach her middle thighs.
Weapons: A pink egg shaped vibrator attached to penis-shaped handle by a long unbreakable string.
Powers: Enhanced dexterity, strength and teleportation abilities. However she is the Yin and needs Dragon-1's Yang to compliment her. She could maintain her superhuman powers for 5 minutes before she needs Dragon-1 to recharge her. Sucking Dragon-1's cock would recharge her slowly; having him cum in her mouth would recharge her instantly. Having his cum all over her face or body would slightly increase her natural defense.


Name: Li Yuan (natural son of Peter Li, and stepson to Kate)
Occupation: University Sophomore majoring in philosophy, freelance musician
Alias: Dragon-1
Race: Chinese
Age: 22
Height: 5 ft 9
Weight: 135lbs
Hair: long jet black. Neatly trimmed below.
Body: Slim and well toned body. 6+ inches of manhood.
Costume: Black colored traditional formal Chinese costume made of silk. A small opening at the groin area of his pants makes it easier to "recharge" Masked Girl whenever and wherever she needs it. He dons the mask of a dragon that covers just his eyes and nose. 
Weapons: His deft hands.
Powers: Highly skilled martial artist. Has the ability to absorb powers to replenish his own, by sucking the juices of a powered female. His 6+ inched manhood, also known as "Pleasure Rod" not only has the ability to recharge Masked Girl's powers but could immobilize a female if he wants to as well. The Yang counterpart of Masked Girl who is Yin. His destiny is to follow and protect Masked Girl. It is part of his destiny, that the gem is a subset of Masked Girl's. Dragon's gem is hidden in his body, under the guise of a dragon tattoo on his back. As long as Masked Girl is in her powered-up mode, he is almost physically indestructible. Has the ability to teleport right to Masked Girl when she wants him to.


Name: Peter Li 
Occupation: Businessman dealing in antiques and ancient artifacts.
Race: Chinese
Age: 46
Height: 5 ft 6
Weight: 140lbs
Hair: short crop of black and white hair. Neatly combed most of the time. Bushy below.
Body: Slightly plump, with a slight beer belly. 5++ inches of manhood (nearly 6'').


Name: Beth Simons A.K.A. Beth Li (natural daughter of Kate from her first marriage. Step-sister to Yuan and Step-daughter to Peter Li)
Occupation: Student
Race: Caucasian-Irish mix
Age: 16
Height: 5 ft 4
Weight: 110lbs
Hair: long straight blond.
Body: 33B-23-34, small and tight perky butt.

Chapter 1

It was the hottest day of summer, and Kate was sweating profusely as she was cleaning the house. Wearing a huge oversized T-shirt and a skirt that barely reached her kneecaps; she was climbing up and down, wiping this and wiping that. She enjoyed every moment of being a housewife to this happy marriage. It was her 2nd marriage in fact. She was glad Peter Li didn't mind the fact that she already has a 16 year old daughter from her first marriage. And she absolutely didn't mind this hot and good-looking 22 year old Chinese stepson either. The door opened, and Yuan walked in with his guitar case, heading straight into his room without a word, closing the door behind him. That was how he is like. He probably hasn’t accepted Kate as his mother yet. 

"Oh well, that'll take time I guessed." Kate thought to herself. 

What Yuan did not know was Kate's hidden identity as Masked Girl. When it was Masked Girl's destiny to choose a protector, her hidden yearning for Yuan's cock was the main influence in her choice to make him the chosen one. An excuse for her to savor Yuan’s cock beneath the surface of Good & Justice. As she washed the dishes, thoughts of her giving Yuan a motherly hand-job made her damp below; causing a round wet spot on her pink cotton panties. 

Out of nowhere, she felt something hard pressing against her ass. A pair of firm hands groped her from behind, squeezing her pair of 34Cs wantonly. She turned her head. It was Peter Li, her loving husband. She enjoyed being groped by surprise, only if it is someone she fancied. As she rubbed her ass firmly against Peter's erection, she whispered to him

"Your precious son is at home, lets not get caught."

"Uhhhh they feel so soft dear...."

"And yours is so hard too"

The door to Yuan's room opened. Yuan caught sight of what happened but pretended not to notice. He headed straight out of the house, probably going for another band practice of his. However the image of his dad groping his White stepmother from behind remained very vivid in his mind. It even turned him on a little. 

"Arghh..." Yuan sighed, dispelling the immoral thought of his stepmother.

Suddenly, Yuan heard a voice in his head. It was Masked Girl.

"Come to me my trusty sidekick. I need you now. There is danger ahead. Teleport to me"

The eyes of the dragon tattoo on Yuan's back starts to glow green. He transformed into Dragon-1 unwillingly, and disappeared, leaving a trail of green light. Dragon-1 opened his eyes, peering through the dragon masked he dons. An attractive and feminine masked woman with fiery red hair stood in front of him. Her 34D tits stood upright, almost bursting out of the tight dark pink spandex she was wearing. Her perky nipples looked so obvious against the fabric of the costume. Her lips are red and luscious; the type men would die for to get their cocks into those.

"Demona has stuck again. We need to take action now!"

Having said that, Masked Girl got onto her knees in front of Dragon-1. It was like as if Masked Girl could completely control Dragon-1's reaction. Dragon-1's cock started erecting...slowly revealing its delicious looking purple head, out of the silk black martial arts pants, pointing towards Masked Girl. Licking her lips, she began to work on his cock with her gloved hand. Her hand-job is deft and skillful, and not too long Dragon-1's cock is fully erected, a lovely uncut 6+ inches of manhood, with a little blob of pre-cum on the tip of its eye. Guiding Dragon-1's cock delicately with her gloved hand, she directed the tip of the head to her lips, using Dragon's pre-cum to moisturize her lips. She needed this procedure to make her secret chant work. She then whispered the ancient chant that would unlock her powers. The red ruby gem attached to her neck collar glowed brightly. Dragon-1's cock starts to pulsate in green...reacting to the red glow with the green of his own. So, Dragon-1's cock was actually the key to unlock the gate to Masked Girl's powers. "Oula ha ji kun seet kamla hun"

Boooom! A loud explosion was heard as a police petrol car was flunked to nearby bookstore. A shadowy figure appeared in sight as commoners flew in fear. A busty woman in her early thirties, clad in a torn and tattered blouse and knee length black skirt. Her eyes were glowing in red, with a few visible veins on her face. Her name was Julie Winston, a single 31 year old divorcee who worked as a banker. Obviously these were not the work of a commoner like Julie. Julie was possessed by Demona, an age old demoness and the arch-enemy of the nymph fairy that lived in Masked Girl's ruby. This time, it was clear that Demona wanted to lure Masked Girl out with the chaos. 

Demona walked a few steps before being hit by a forceful blow. Before she went down, she caught sight of a pink egg-shaped projectile that was joined to a string. It was Mask Girl's trademark weapon "Pink Vibe". Demona got onto her feet and just in time to dodge a flying kick from Dragon-1. Dragon-1 was faster, having missed his attempt, he quickly reacted by side-stepping the wall, followed by a 2nd kick which landed straight to Demona's back. The force caused Demona to fall forward in Masked Girl's direction. Masked Girl immediately somersaulted and followed up with a frankensteiner-like maneuver, wrapping her long legs onto Demona's neck. Her pussy was rubbing against Demona's face within the fabric of her silk white panties. Before Masked Girl could complete the technique, Demona countered it by grabbing Masked Girl's ass cheeks with both her clawed-like hands, sinking her nails deep into Masked Girl's butt while pulling her pussy close to Demona's willing mouth. Demona gave a hard lick on Masked Girl's groin through the fabric of her panties, leaving Masked Girl moaning. 

Sensing his mistress' danger, Dragon-1 groped Demona from behind, squeezing Demona's 36D tits as hard as he could. Sub-conciously replaying the image of his father, Peter Li groping his Caucasian stepmum, Dragon-1 cringed in guilty pleasure. Demona cried in pain as Dragon-1's forceful hands tore her blouse, revealing the white lacy bra Julie was wearing. Masked Girl threw her "Pink Vibe" in the direction of the ceiling above, securing her position and balance, tighted her grip on Demona's head by closing her legs tight. She had 3 more minutes left before she needed a recharge. Demona sensed something growing harder in size against her ass. Dragon-1 was getting turned on thinking about the previous incident at home. He did not know Masked Girl could read his thoughts while in their superhero modes. Masked Girl felt her juices flow as she shared Dragon's mind link. 

Realizing it was no time for personal pleasures, Masked Girl signaled for Dragon-1 to perform his absorbing technique. Unable to resist Mask Girl's orders of any kind, Dragon-1 left his position and crept below Demona at lightning speed. He made a leg sweep, making Demona fall, with Masked Girl's weight enhancing the damage Demona took on her head as she went down. Spreading the villainess' legs with forceful hands, Dragon-1 ripped open Julie's white lacy panties, and proceeded to use his tongue work on the evil. Vibrating his tongue against Julie's clit that belonged to Demona now, Dragon-1 wrote shapes of ancient Chinese words with his tongue onto it. He occasionally gave a harsh lick on her pussy, sucking in cunt juices while he made slurping sounds. Demona was crying in ecstasy. As the demoness moaned in joy, Julie's cries of pleasure were heard as well. Demona felt her strength weakening, and so did Masked Girl. Retrieving her weapon, Masked Girl jumped and flew behind Dragon-1, taking over his place as he made a roll against Demona's body to Masked Girl's previous. With their mind-link, the duo had perfect teamwork that was unmatched. Demona struggled ferociously as Masked Girl inserted Pink Vibe into her pussy. To immobilize Demona, Dragon shoved his cock (pleasure rod) into her wide opened mouth, gagging her and silencing her muffing cries. 

Dragon-1 was pumping his cock hard into Demona's mouth, almost as if he was fucking her face. It turned the sub-conscious Julie on so much it was doing the same effect to Demona as well. Demona's juices started flowing, as Masked Girl collected the love juices within a transparent container. 5 minutes was up. Masked Girl no longer had super human powers now. Demona knew that as she could sense Masked Girl's powers deplete, and pretended to lay unconscious as Dragon-1 continued assaulting her mouth. As Julie’s eyes stop glowing red, and veins on her face fade, the heroic duo thought it was over. They stopped the attack.

Demona lay still there, as Masked Girl moved towards Dragon-1 with the sealed container that contained most of Demona's elixir. With Masked Girl’s back towards Demona, and the cover safe from Dragon-1’s view, Demona suddenly repossessed Julie and lunged towards the container. Grabbing the container with the advantage of the element of surprise, Demona opened the seal and splashed her juices all over Dragon-1’s face. Some of Demona’s love juice got into Dragon’s eyes and mouth and he howled in pain. Masked Girl fell helplessly onto the floor, feeling extremely exhausted. Demona shrieked in triumph as Dragon’s mind tainted by her demonic elixir. Demona walked towards Masked Girl, slapping her across the face hard a couple of times.

“Time for my revenge you whore!” She shrieked.

Demona pulled Mask Girl by her long fiery hair, forcing her to get to her feet. She continued slapping Masked Girl, with her nails scratching her lovely face at times. Masked Girl struggled to maintain her balance as Demona pushed her away. She felt her back hit something. It was Dragon-1. As she turned to face him, Dragon grabbed her 34D breasts hard, sinking his nails deep into her spandex costume, causing her extreme pain. His claw-like hand technique ripped open two holes in her spandex top, exposing her milky skinned breasts. Demona moved her hand under Masked Girl’s skirt, tearing her silky panties with one grab. 

Demona commanded Dragon to work on Masked Girl’s nipples, and he did just that. Pinching hard onto both nipples, Dragon-1 turned them as if they were knobs meant to be twitched. Masked Girl cried in pain. Losing strength and endurance, Masked Girl lost her foot hold and fell onto the cold concrete floor. Demona was after Masked Girl’s ruby from the start. She put a hand to Masked Girl’s neck, trying to rip apart the collar that held the gem. It just wouldn’t come out no matter how hard she tried to force it out of her neck. A quick witted Masked Girl whispered into Demona’s ears “I need to be spent sexually if you want my gem. Make me a whore then. I wanted to suck Dragon-1’s cock so badly. Please….”

Demona grinned as she turned to see Dragon-1’s fully erected 6+inches of pleasure. She guided Dragon-1 to her side by her hand on his cock. Masked Girl got to her knees with the final strength that she had. Demona’s hand is busy jerking Dragon-1 as she guided him to Masked Girl’s milky tits. A blob of transparent pre-cum appeared on Dragon’s manhood. Masked Girl cupped both her breasts as Demona lead the cock to her nipples. Dragon-1 rubbed his pre-cum over the heroine’s nipples, increasing her natural defense without Demona realizing. The heroine proceeded to tit-fuck her Asian step-son, squeezing her own breasts together firmly in order to milk more pre-cum from his cock. Demona’s own tongue busily worked on Masked Girl’s dripping pussy from below. 

Masked Girl bent her head low, licking the tip of her step-son’s manhood, moisturizing her lips with the pre-cum. She whispered the ancient chant to reopen the gate to her powers. Realizing the fact that she couldn’t let her ruby directly interact with Yuan (Dragon-1)’s cock, she had an idea fueled by a spur of inspiration. She worked her tongue onto Yuan’s purple head…slowly enveloping the entire shaft into her soft red lips. Despite the gagging feeling, our heroine spurred on, deepthroating Dragon-1’s cock fully. The Gate is opened. Now is the chance to get recharged. 

Demona’s skillful tongue worked dexterously onto Masked Girl, causing her to make muffing sounds of pleasure as she feeds on her step-son’s hardness. 

“Uhhhh….mmmm… No, I must completely refill my powers, by making him cum into my mouth.” Masked Girl thought. 

She tried to link with Yuan mentally…and realized his mental barrier was weakening. She got an idea. Our faithful heroine channeled the morning incident into Dragon-1’s mind. Thoughts of Yuan himself (instead of his father) groping his braless Caucasian step mom from behind while she was doing the dishes filled his mind. She channeled another image of her real self rubbing her butt willingly against Yuan’s erection as he squeezed her titties hard. Dragon-1 moaned…and shot a huge load of his precious seeds into Masked Girl’s mouth, deep into her throat. She sucked as hard as she could as Dragon-1’s cock deflates in her mouth. Recharged fully, Masked Girl leaped away from Demona’s wicked licking, as Dragon-1 regained his own sanity. 

“What happened? I thought you were powerless!!!!” Demona cried.

Masked Girl threw forth her Pink Vibe weapon, encircling and tying Demona in the process. Demona fell on her back, with Masked Girl following in with a flying sit onto her face. Demona’s face pressed down hard by Masked Girl’s pussy. “Take that!” One can only hear muffed cries from Demona as Masked Girl’s juices made her gag. The heroine started to “ride” Demona’s face, moving her lower body back and forth, smearing her love juices all over the villainess’ face. Dragon-1 crawled towards Demona’s lower body. The duo had just regained their mental link. Dragon started assaulting Demona’s clit with his masterful tongue, inscribing ancient Chinese characters with it to prepare the sealing. Using an ancient absorbing technique, Dragon-1 managed to replenish his energy as Demona depletes. Within seconds, Dragon-1 was fully erect again. Signaling for the final attack, Masked Girl turned to face Dragon-1, who was preparing to mount the demoness. Masked Girl continued to ride Demona’s face. Dragon-1 shoved his 6+ inches of flesh deep into Demona, much against her will. Demona moaned. Julie moaned. The heroine prepared for her building orgasm, and she bent over to French kiss Dragon-1. Their lips met. Their tongues wiggled in anticipation. This position, with the duo kissing each other passionately looked like a triangle (with Dragon furiously pumping Demona and Masked Girl mounting her face). The Yang in Dragon-1 exploded. Masked Girl’s Yin reacted with the Yang. The Great Balance is fulfilled. The Evil will be expelled. Yuan exploded into Julie’s pussy as Kate’s love juices engulfed her face. The heroic duo reached orgasm at the same time, and this great power subdued Demona, destroying her vile soul completely. 

Yuan heard Julie crying a faint “Thank you” before her consciousness collapse into a whirl of blur. 

“No problem…” Yuan whispered to himself. 

Kate teleported back to her home, just in time to prepare dinner for the family. Beth, Kate’s natural 16 year old daughter had got home after school. Peter walked in behind her. He always made the effort to fetch her home in his car.

“Hi mom, I’m home.”

“Dinner will be ready in a minute.”

Yuan walked in, deep in his thoughts, straight into his room. As usual he did not join the family for dinner.

“uhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhh” Peter Li moaned as he released his load into Kate’s willing mouth. Looking lovingly into his eyes, Kate swallowed every bit of his seeds. Peter loved it every time she eat his cum. Looking deep into Peter eyes, an image of a younger Peter appeared in Kate’s mind. It was the image of Yuan. 

“Maybe we’ll get to fight evil on another day. Maybe…”

---------to be continued?-------------