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Elysium: Fever

By: SecondCircle



Author's Note:

Okay this is a pretty hefty story. It's definitely not your one and done stroker type. I chose not to chapter this tale, as it's intended to be an individual portion of a larger series of related stories. They'll linked by the setting, but spanning multiple categories with a variety of characters and their own stories. There's quite a bit of buildup, but the payoff is substantially worth your while.

So I invite you to find that spare bit of time you may have (and maybe a good bookmark) and delve into this little experiment of mine. I think you'll enjoy it. 

Oh... and uh, this has nothing to do with the movie of a similar name. 

Thanks. 


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"Well, Angela, I'm certainly pleased that you decided to come and see me." 

Angela turned at the sound of the silky smooth voice behind her. The tall dark haired woman closed the office door and smiled brightly. Angela rose from her seat. The woman extended her hand, still grinning as she came forward. 

"It's so nice to finally meet you in person," the woman said. 

Angela swallowed and returned her smile. She took the outstretched hand. 

"Hi, Ms. Summers." 

The raven haired woman held up her other hand. "Just call me Mary, sweetheart. Nothing formal about this."

Angela nodded and smiled, sweeping a red wave of hair from her face. 

"Please, sit down," Mary offered. She motioned not to the chair in front of her desk, but to the large luxurious sofa against the wall. 

Angela took a seat and instantly decided the sofa cushions were much more comfortable than the small chair across the room. 

"You know, I have to say I wasn't sure if we would be meeting," Mary said. She made her way to a small cabinet on the opposite side of the office as she spoke "When I talked to you on the phone, you left me thinking you were unsure about coming."

"Yeah, I wasn't really," Angela said. "I've just never done anything like this or even talked to someone about it before."

"That's perfectly fine, sweetie," Mary said, her back turned to Angela. "Everyone gets nervous talking to anyone about things like this. The important thing is that you're here now, and I am going to help you through it. Sound good?" 

"Um... yeah."

Angela rubbed her sweaty hands down her thighs on the thin fabric of her black tights, studying the other woman closely. She appeared to be busy pouring drinks of some sort for the both of them. As she waited patiently, she admired how beautiful Mary was. The older woman's hair was long, full, and an astonishing shade of deep black. It was curled and cute. She wore a stylish low cut red top and a pair of grey slacks. 

Angela envied the heels on the woman's feet, or perhaps she envied the way they accentuated her tall feminine frame. Her tight backside jutted out just far enough to give her back a graceful arch. Though it couldn't be helped, Angela began to feel ashamed of her own body. A woman nearly twice her age was sexier than she was. Mary looked as though she had walked right out of a clothing catalogue.

Mary turned and crossed the room, offering Angela a small glass and a polite smile. 

"Uh, thank you," Angela said.

Mary took a seat on the sofa a few feet from her, crossing her legs and facing Angela slightly. She seemed to fall right into comfort gracefully. Angela raised the glass to her lips, but stopped when she smelled a familiar odor. She looked over incredulously.

"Should we really be drinking alcohol?"

Mary waved her hand. "Oh, don't worry honey. We don't have to be so politically correct here. It's just a little something to loosen you up and help you relax. Just think of me as a friend you can talk to. Just two girls chatting."

Angela grinned at her and shrugged one shoulder. "That's cool with me."

She put the glass to her lips and took a generous sip of the warm liquid. She swallowed once... and again when when she realized how smooth and delicious it was. Her insides warmed almost instantly, but there was no horrible burn like she had been so used to. It felt like the rays of sunshine on a frigid Autumn morning. 

"Holy shit that's good," Angela said with a chuckle. 

Mary grinned at her. "Family secret. Tastes like cherries, doesn't it?" 

Angela nodded.

"So before we get started, I wanted to reassure you that nothing that is said here today will ever be repeated to anyone," Mary said. "You'll have complete confidentiality. I know that some things may be a bit odd or difficult for you to discuss, but it all stays between us. Okay?"

"Sounds good," Angela replied. She could feel the cold gnawing of nervousness in her chest. She trusted the woman to an extent, but she was still in disbelief of what she wanted to discuss with someone she'd only just met.

"Now, you admitted to me on the phone that you think you have a problem," Mary began before taking a sip of the amber liquid in her glass.

"Yeah, it's... still a bit weird for me," Angela said.

"That's fine," Mary said, flashing her perfect smile. "But what you said to me wasn't that you had a problem. You specifically called it an addiction."

Angela nodded, shifting and taking a drink. Mary's eyes narrowed slightly. Under the scrutiny of those deep dark eyes, the young woman found it somewhat easier to relax, but simultaneously unnerving. She struggled to maintain eye contact. 

"Why an addiction?" Mary asked. "Why do you call it that?"

Angela grinned uneasily. "I... I don't know. It always just feels like a craving to me. My mother always told me that anything that you didn't really need that you weren't comfortable not having close by all the time was an addiction."

"Hmm. Well your mother does have a point. Though I'm not so sure everything we crave is necessarily an addiction. What do you think?"

Angela shrugged. "For me... it feels like I want it so bad I can't go on without it."

Mary smiled, her dark eyes lighting up. "Well, it's a brave thing to admit an addiction in any case."

"Yeah, I guess so. It still doesn't make me feel better."

"Well now, that's why we are here, isn't it?" Mary said. Her perfectly trimmed brows furrowed. "How do you think it started?"

Angela licked her lips. She could feel herself growing warmer and breathing heavier. 

"Well, when I was younger," she began, "I was always pretty chubby. Bad genes or whatever. I mean, I never hated myself or my body. I never thought I was a cow or anything... I was just bigger than I wanted to be. I had plenty of friends and all... it's just...."

"Don't be shy, Angela," Mary said soothingly. 

Angela sighed. "I just... I wasn't very happy with myself or my body. With my sex life. I'm still not. I've lost a lot of weight since then, and I've always tried to fix myself up and look pretty, you know?"

"You've done a wonderful job." Mary gave her a wink. 

A hint of desperation snuck into Angela's voice. "But I'm still not as small as your average girl. Everyone tells me how pretty my face is and how beautiful my hair is... but I'm still just... chunky and—"

"Nonsense," Mary said firmly, holding up one hand and staring at the young woman intently. "You don't have an average body. But who wants to be thought of as average, sweetheart? You are voluptuous and curvy, a vixen for any man. You're not fat or chubby... you're simply thicker. Look at you."

Angela looked down and bit her lip, but she didn't need to examine herself. Still, she listened as Mary went on. 

"Your waist is as narrow as any could ask for," Mary told her. "You've got hips and thighs to die for, thick and juicy, but very proportionate to such a tall frame. And the girls upstairs? I don't know any woman who wouldn't want a set like that, except without the back pains."

Angela laughed. Becoming suddenly conscious, she adjusted her bra beneath her shirt. She could feel her large breasts wobble in the cups. 

"Any girl would want that hourglass frame you have," Mary went on, sipping from her glass. "And they weren't lying about your hair. I'm pretty jealous myself. It's so full and long and that color is marvelous."

"I color it deep red," Angela muttered. "I can't stand my natural color. It just reminded me of rust or something."

"No matter, you're very beautiful, Angela. You have nothing to be ashamed of."

"You sound like some of the guys at the diner."

"Oh?" Mary said cocking an eyebrow. "So there are suitors?"

Angela chuckled. "Uh, no, not really. Most are the same older men that come in for coffee everyday. I mean they're sweet and all. Some of them are perverts. They say the same stuff you're saying, but it's not like that means much. In a town as small as mine, the tall redhead at Mickey's Diner is about as exciting as it gets for those guys. It makes for better tips, though."

Mary wore a sly smile. She took a long sip of her drink, her dark eyes watching Angela closely. "Just old men? You can't mean that you've never had a pair of young eyes watching you the same way."

Angela hesitated. It was as though Mary had peered into her mind and read it like a book. She couldn't have possibly known the man she was thinking of. The hint of uneasiness inside of her was smothered by the warm sensation that coated her body. The alcohol must have been working.

"Well, there is this guy that comes in, usually when my shift ends," Angela admitted. "He's... he's really sweet. I can tell he likes me a lot. I just... don't know if I'd feel comfortable dating him."

"Is it companionship, then?"

She blinked at the raven haired woman. "Huh?"

"You said you aren't happy with your sex life," Mary said. "Have you had very few partners? Or do you have trouble being intimate with people—"

"Oh, no! No, no that's not what I meant. I've dated many times and I've enjoyed my relationships for the most part. I guess I've had a pretty healthy sex life, but it's just... I don't know... I always want more."

Mary grinned. "More sex?"

"No, it's not more sex, it's...." Angela sighed, her hands falling to her lap. "It's like... nothing's ever good enough. I mean don't get me wrong, I've had great sex with guys before. Sometimes I've gone for an hour with a guy, other times it'd be like two minutes. But no matter what... it... it doesn't go away."

Mary tapped a single finger on her glass. "What about romance? Is it a void in your life that you think needs to be filled?"

She shook her head. "That's not what I mean. It's more... raw, like I want to act on something... it feels like...."

Mary was staring at her, listening intently. Her deep dark eyes seemed to flash. Angela felt something in that gaze soothing her, coaxing her to say more. At the same time, those dark pits sent an icy chill through her, one that made her insides shudder with excitement. Angela found herself admiring the woman's body again. She traced the line of Mary's cleavage under the glimmering jewelry that hung from her neck. There were signs of age on Mary's skin, but her breasts hung naturally and to Angela, were perfect. She stopped herself before she could start comparing herself to Mary.

"Go on, Angela."

She blinked and exhaled. Licking her lips and ignoring the warm ebbing sensation in her body, she continued. 

"It's... it's like this ache, you know?" Angela said. Her voice became nearly a whisper and her breath grew shallow. Her hand trembled as she patted her chest. "It starts in my chest, like... like a thousand butterflies fluttering all around. It starts to feel like I can't breathe. M-my arms and legs feel like rubber. I get like these flashes, or... or daydreams of sweat... and, and skin and stink and hands squeezing."

A smile was forming on Mary's face.

"It gets so strong I can't stand it." Angela brushed her red hair away from her cheek. "Sometimes I have to go somewhere to be alone, when it gets bad enough. It's like it's a fucking panic attack or something."

"What triggers it? What sets you off?"

Angela knew the answer. She was ashamed to say, and yet something told her that she would anyway. Her body felt warm all over but cold chills gripped her deep inside. Her head was swimming, but not unpleasantly. It was as though she were a leaf drifting on a gentle  wind. She distantly wondered if it was due to the drink in her hand, or if it was the freedom of revealing so much of herself to this beautiful woman. 

There was a throb of raw excitement that welled up inside if her. Without realizing, she was shifting on the couch and toying with her hair. From below, she felt the familiar warm glow that begged to burn. She crossed her legs, trying to find a way to relax, but yearning to let go.

"Angela?" Mary said. "What causes it?"

She blinked and grinned, chuckling bashfully to conceal her uneasiness. Then she grew silent, her mouth hanging open and her lip trembling.

"Men." Angela breathed the word more than she spoke it. "Men, or... I dunno, flirting, sex... it's hard to explain."

"But it isn't just sex," Mary suggested. "Something much deeper. A lust that overtakes you, overrides your every sense and makes you crave raw passion. Not simple attraction or arousal, but raw uncontrollable desire for flesh."

Angela looked at her in surprise. "Yes."

Mary drained what was left of her drink, fetched the glass in Angela's hand, and set the two on a small table beside the couch. Flipping her black curls over her shoulder, she scooted closer to Angela. She leaned forward and the younger woman suddenly felt tense and excited. She could almost taste Mary's sweet scent filling her nose. It was like honey and rose petals, sweet and smooth yet sharp and refreshing.

Mary put one hand on top of Angela's, and the other on her thick thigh. She became suddenly anxious. Looking at Mary, she envied the beautiful woman yet again. Her dark mesmerizing eyes, her smooth angular face, those lush crimson lips... it hurt Angela to see a woman so gorgeously put together. 

"Angela, I want you to do something for me," Mary said. Her melodic voice to poured like oil from her lips. "Do you trust me?"

She didn't know, she realized. Angela was torn between absolute comfort with the woman and fearful uncertainty.

"Yes."

Mary's face seemed to glow. "Have you ever... acted on these powerful feelings when you're alone?"

Angela scoffed and smiled. "Sometimes that's the only way to get it to go away."

"I want you to put me in that moment," Mary said, returning the smile. "I want you to put me inside your mind. It'll allow me to help you with this."

"Um, Okay."

"What is it you think of? Pick one time that it drove you wild, and tell me about that specific fantasy. Tell me who it was, where you were, what you saw, what you did and what you felt. Describe it in detail. Like you would paint a picture."

Angela remained silent for several seconds. It seemed like hours. Her eyes were locked with Mary's. Then, she thought about lying on her bed. She thought of her hand sliding across her belly, then slipping down into her pants and teasing at the smooth mound at her crotch. 

She shifted on the sofa again. It wasn't hard to conjure the fantasy she had played in her mind so many times before. Mary's office faded from her vision. Her eyes began to peer past the physical world around her and into the fog of her fantasies. Angela hardly noticed when her own words drifted from her lips. 

"Usually I think of being in a room. I'm not sure where. But I can see them."

"Them?" She heard Mary say.

"More than one... none of them are the same. Sometimes they're tall, sometimes short. Some are muscled, or thin, or tan, or black... all of them are beautiful. I can see their bodies. Their chests and their arms and shoulders. I... I see that flesh and it drives me insane. I want to look away, but I want to tear them apart!

"They're all... hard, or aroused anyway. And it's like I can feel their dicks throbbing, like some sort of pulsing tension in the air, or like they're a bunch of hungry wolves stalking a deer or something. God, it gets so... heavy like I can't breathe! I can see their chests heaving and their dicks growing and I know that it's all because of me."

Angela stopped and swallowed. She could see the bodies standing before her. The flutter of wings rose in her chest. She squeezed her thighs together tightly, but it did little to help. The warm glow within grew hotter, melting her until she was moist. She could feel the greedy gazes of the phantoms before her. Their bulging cocks nodded at their hips as though hungry for her flesh.

"I can't see their faces," Angela went on. "But I can see their bodies. They never say anything. When they approach me, they're gentle but passionate. One of them runs his fingers in my hair and pulls my head down. He kisses my lips. Another kisses my neck from behind. Others join them, pulling my clothes away and touching me.

"I can always feel their dicks pressed against me. They're so hard and thick, and they throb and feel so... so alive. It mind fucks me because I know I'm the reason they're so hard. I'm the girl that made that flesh grow so thick. 

"None of them mind being so close. As long as they get a piece of me. I get a head rush just touching them. All that flesh that's so tough and thick but smooth and tender... oh, god it feels so good."

The sound of Mary's voice startled her. "What do you do with them, Angela?"

She blinked and turned her gaze to Mary, who wore a sly grin. 

"E-everything," Angela said with a smile. Her eyes fell to her lap. "I do anything for them, and they do everything to me."

The room grew silent. Worry and shame crept into Angela's heart. She crossed her arms and turned away. 

"I feel like such a whore," Angela mumbled. "Jesus, if anyone knew I was here and what I've told you...."

"You've never revealed this side of yourself to anyone?" Mary asked. "Angela, surely a woman of your beauty could find such a thrill. I'm certain there are countless men that would line up for–"

"You obviously don't know the place I'm from," Angela grumbled. "A girl like me would be ruined if something like this got out. My parents would disown me and label me a fucking harlot. Then their whole church would know it, then the town. Soon I'd be ruined or forced to move across the damn country or...."

Mary stood and using a single finger, she gently lifted Angela's chin. The tall dark woman smiled down upon her as a mother would her child. Angela felt weak and submissive beneath those dark eyes. When Mary shook her head, her black curls bounced.

"You're not a whore, Angela. Never let anyone convince you that your deepest primal desires make you less of a person. Because they don't. Your carnal cravings are nothing to be ashamed of, nor should they be locked away."

Angela bit her lip. She watched Mary step back and seat herself on the edge of her desk. 

"I can certainly help you Angela," Mary said with a grin.

Angela looked up and swept a cherry red wave of hair away from her face. 

"You... you can?" She said.

"Of course I can. It'll be a little costly, but we can definitely make it work."

"Money won't be a problem," Angela said. 

"Then I'll have a room waiting for you. All I need from you is a signature."

Angela hesitated. "Well, we haven't even discussed what it is that I'd want. I thought that–"

"But you just told me what you wanted," Mary said, her sly grin growing wider. "You just told me your fantasy. That's what our meeting was mostly for. To schedule your stay, yes, but also to find out what it is you really want. I can make that happen."

"What... how?" 

Mary laughed. There was something both lovely and sinister in that laugh. It made Angela uneasy. 

"Honey, surely you didn't think so lowly of me? To assume I was just going to toss you a sleazy one night stand with a lone stranger and take your money?" 


Elysium: Fever



Mary leveled her eyes at Angela and took several slow steps toward her. The older woman took Angela's hands and gently guided her to her feet. Her breath vanished. She was a mere foot from Mary's face. Her sweet fragrance washed over Angela. It was enough to make her insides tickle. Those dark hollow eyes pored over her face. Angela felt vulnerable but excited.

"Sweetheart, this is Elysium," Mary said in her soothing seductive voice. "Everything is possible here. These cravings of yours will be satisfied. You'll experience the fantasy you never thought possible, deeper and more fulfilling than anything you've ever experienced. If it's what you wish."

Angela stared at the beautiful face before her. She felt a jolt of excitement. Her knees grew weak at the thought of actually standing in a room surrounded by men.

"Do you still want to go through with this?" Mary said. 

Angela gave her a weak grin and a nod. Mary returned her smile, and before she could react, the older woman's crimson lips were pressed softly against her own. The kiss lasted for several seconds. Angela was unsure of what to do. She had never in her life kissed another woman, though it was surprisingly pleasant and liberating. When Mary drew away, she grinned once more and made her way around her desk. 

"So," she said. "One night in one of our luxurious suite rooms. All we need is a few signatures and I'll schedule the night of your wildest fantasies."

Angela took a deep breath. Then she took a seat in front of Mary's desk, prepared to seal the deal. 


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Angela
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I couldn't believe the face I was staring at. 
"My god... I... I look amazing," I managed to say. 

My hand absently touched the soft skin of my cheek. The perfect amount of blush had been applied, giving my cheeks a natural pink tone. The shade of color around my eyes was somehow so subtle that it was hardly noticeable, but god how my green eyes popped! They were like rich emeralds that glowed against my pale flesh tone. It was the first time I had ever looked at the dusting of freckles on the tops of my cheeks and thought they looked cute. My lips had been coated with an alluring red color, yet I hardly felt the lipstick at all. Those glistening lips seemed alive somehow. With every movement of my mouth, even my own gaze was drawn to those lush full lips of a stranger. 

It wasn't just the immaculate makeup she had done. My hair was absolutely gorgeous! I was lost in curl after luscious curl of my cherry red hair. She had even taken three small locks on the top of my head and pulled them into ponytails that fanned out across the back of my head over the rest of my hair. The effect was dazzling and exotic. I'd never seen such a hairstyle, but it made me look like some sort of foreign princess.

"This is incredible!" I said breathlessly.

"I take it you like?"

I glanced over at the girl beside me, who was busy packing up her kit. Her many piercings glittered from her nose, lips, and ears. Staring once more at the tattoos that wound from her neck to her small breasts beneath that black tank top, I still had trouble believing this little goth chick was the one responsible for the beauty makeup I now wore. 

"It's freaking amazing!" I told her. "What are you doing here? You should open your own shop or something."

She shot me a dry look. "Why do you think I'm here? Elysium pays way better than any shitty salon. C'mon, grab your robe, I gotta get you to your room. You're supposed to be there before they arrive."

She pulled the rolling metallic cosmetic box behind her to the door. I gathered myself and stood, gazing into the vanity mirror one last time at the strange but beautiful redhead. I suddenly became aware of my partial nudity again. Crossing my arms beneath my breasts, I headed quickly to the mannequin in the corner. I cast a glance at the goth girl at the door, but she wasn't even looking my way. Her fingers worked busily across the screen of her phone.

I stole a brief look at my body once more. Though I was still a bit uncomfortable wearing so little, I smiled when I beheld how beautiful I looked. The bra and panties had been provided to me. I still marveled at how perfectly they fit me. Both were a deep red color, embellished with black sheer and lace. 

The bra practically molded around my heavy breasts, the most comfortable bra I'd ever worn in my life. Every piece of it felt smooth against my skin. The cups cradled my large breasts, not mashing them or shifting them to odd positions. The red panties felt like poured silk on my wide hips and thick backside. Their glossy surface captured the light perfectly, highlighting the swell of the tops of my round ass cheeks. For the first time in a while, I felt proud to show my ample ass in such a revealing garment. 

My eyes lit up at the site of the robe I took from the mannequin. "Robe" was not even the word for such luxurious looking attire. The whole thing had a glossy silver sheen, and yet it was covered with deep red inlays, patterns that wove and swam across the fabric like raging waves of blood. The black trim really pulled the breathtaking colors together. Slipping it around my shoulders was like sliding into a warm bath, its silky texture sending pleasant chills through my body. 

I pulled the robe around my body and fastened it around my waist, careful to conceal my bare flesh beneath. I felt like a queen wearing the glistening garment. My red curls fell across the front of the robe. I was instantly mesmerized by the way my hair seemed to blend and become one with the wash of red inlay on the fabric. It was as though my attire had been meticulously crafted to match my every attribute.

"C'mon, Simon is waiting."

I blinked and looked up at the tattooed girl. Taking a quivering breath, I followed her from the dressing room. 

We emerged into a hallway on the main floor of the club. The music thundered while the sea of bodies jumped and gyrated on the massive dance floor just beyond the dark corridor. It was a sight I'd seen several times before and still hadn't grown used to. I followed the girl around the walkway against the wall gazing out into the crowd. 

It was chaos. I'd been in wild and rowdy clubs, but none held a candle to Elysium. The dance floor was mostly dark, the only lights were the lasers and strobes that swept over the rolling tide of bodies. I caught glimpses of the people in the crowd, young and old, all of whom were lost in their own euphoria. They all looked blitzed out of their mind.

I saw people making out or rubbing one another passionately. Others danced just as lewdly, all but dry humping one another amongst the crowd. One particular girl jerked her entire dress over her head and flung it into the air. Groping hands and mouths immediately followed, like starving beasts to a cadaver. 

Shocked, I glanced away from the naked girl, but my eyes could not ignore the wild scene. Puffs of smoke rose into the air, and I spotted more than one joint being passed through the crowd. The smells of smoke and sweat invaded my nose. I watched as two men danced closely to one another. The first put his fingers to the other's lips, and the second man stuck out his tongue and accepted the tiny white item into his mouth. His lips closed and he sucked slowly on the fingers, his glazed eyes watching his companion lustily. 

"Here we are," the tattooed girl called over the noise.

She motioned to the row of elevators in a wide corridor. I saw a fair haired man in a suit and gold tie standing in the middle of the corridor. 

"Simon will show you to your room," the girl said flatly. "You got questions, he'll answer them."

Before I could say anything to the girl, she turned and headed around the corner, her makeup kit in tow. I turned back toward the elevators, where I saw the man in the suit approaching. 

"Miss Riley? I have an elevator waiting for us if you'd be so kind to follow me."

The man smiled kindly as he motioned me toward an elevator. I returned his smile and made my way toward the open doors. 
Leaning against the wall just beside the elevator were a woman and a man. I must have been gawking at them, and the woman glanced over at me and gave me a once over. She was dressed completely in a black latex body suit, with chains and rings hanging about. She held a single chain that led to the collar of the man's neck. The man himself was naked, though his entire body was air brushed with various colors of paint. He licked at the woman's neck as she grinned at me. 

I hurried into the elevator, already feeling the unbearably hot sensation building inside of me. My arms and hands started to tremble. I closed my eyes and let out a slow breath, ignoring the image of the dangling painted erection I had just seen. I knew I'd not soon forget the couple, nor that gorgeous red cock. 

"I'd not shut my eyes Miss," I heard a voice say when the doors had closed and the thundering noise grew quiet. "It's quite a wonderful view of the building if I might say so."

I blinked, and immediately beheld the beauty beyond the round glass walls of the elevator. We were gliding upward, looking down on the inside of the club. The building was like a shell, hollow from the dance floor to the ceiling twenty stories above. From each floor, one could stand on the walkways that encircled the inner structure and gaze down upon the dance floor below. 

The view from the elevator was breathtaking. The flashing lights from the dance floor made the darkness appear as a stormy sea. The bodies seemed to sprawl endlessly in each direction. I spotted scantily clad dancers on elevated platforms, in cages, and in glass boxes, all arranged at random across the main floor. Fog and bubbles rose from different sections of the floor, adding a certain mysterious ambience to the scene below. 

"It's almost like hell, isn't it?" 

I looked over my shoulder at the gentleman beside me. I took a step back when I realized I was practically pressed against the glass. 

"I'm sorry?" I said. 

He smiled politely. "It's been said that to look down to the main floor from above is like gazing down upon a dark ethereal hell."

He spoke with an English accent and his voice was soft and kind. His cool blue eyes added to his charm. 

"Yeah, it's... it's pretty wild," I said. 

"To accompany that sentiment," he continued, "to look upward is said to be akin to staring up at heaven."

My eyes followed the motion of his hand. I nearly gasped when I saw the lights above. High above at the uppermost floors were the most brilliant and ghastly golden lights. Beginning somewhere at the lower floors, the lighting of the interior grew increasingly brighter, until at last culminating in the glittering gold aura at the building's highest point. I was blown away by the effect. I felt so small and plain, even as lavishly as I had been outfitted.

I looked at the gentleman with wonder in my eyes. He chuckled and extended his hand. 

"Simon Wells at your service, Miss Riley."

I grinned weakly and took his hand, at which pointed Simon bowed and placed a gentle kiss on my fingers. My heart sailed at the brush of his lips. He then nodded toward the scene beyond the glass. 

"Quite a sight, isn't she?" Simon said. 

I nodded, turning my eyes back to the view of the luxurious building. "It used to be a hotel, right?"

"The finest. An ocean side retreat for people from all across the globe. It is now the very center of social paradise and independence, the safe and responsible outlet of every man and woman's wildest dreams.

"The rooms have been renovated and remodeled to serve their various purposes. The cafeteria on the main floor still operates and serves the finest of meals. The front desk has become the sizable bar you see now, staffed by a dozen of the most qualified men and women on the coast. The pool area is much the same as it was, though I admit it requires a more costly reservation. And of course the lobby was redesigned as the dance floor and commons area of the club. The largest of any in the city, and the attraction of many weekend party goers."

"But anyone can come here and dance? Like it's open to the public?"

"Indeed. Just as any other nighttime establishment."

I looked up at the approaching golden light.

"My room is up here?" I asked. 

"All of the suites are on the highest floors, my dear," Simon answered. "The common rooms are on the lower levels."

"Common rooms?" 

Simon smiled. "For the average customers. Those rooms are available for a night's reservation for the common customers. A safe and affordable alternative to leaving the premises in the small hours after such a night of celebration. The room you have elected is one of higher standard and stipulation. Our luxurious suites are designated for our highest paying customers with the most particular of tastes."

I was beginning to understand the fuss that everyone made over Elysium. Denise had told me quite a bit, though I had always thought she was exaggerating. The elevator came to a halt and the metal doors behind us opened. 

"Right this way, Miss Riley," Simon said.

I followed him out into the corridor and I immediately noted the difference in atmosphere. The numbers on the wall indicated that we were on the sixteenth floor, and it was entirely different from the chaos on the main floor. A sweet fragrance filled the air, and as I walked I felt a gentle breeze of air kissing my skin. It made me aware yet again of my partial nudity beneath the beautiful robe. Everything seemed to glow in the golden light of the gigantic chandeliers that hung from the ceiling beyond. 

We rounded the corner to the walkway that led around the interior to each of the rooms on the floor. I moved close to the short wall that served as a rail and peered over. The dance floor looked like a dark storm of lightning and chaos far below. The booming music was as loud as ever. My gaze drifted over the walkways below my own across the vast emptiness. I spotted several people along these walkways, near the open doors of their rooms. The party evidently ascended several floors, where guests recreated in part the scene below.

I was blown away. The place must have been incredible as simply a hotel. Elysium was beyond belief as the nightclub it had become. Staring over the rail, a sense of vertigo came over me and I turned my attention back to the floor I was on. Decorative art and light fixtures, seemingly from another age, hung about the walls. Every room boasted a large intricate door, each of a different design. 

A door was flung wide beside me and a woman with olive skin stumbled out against the doorframe. She wore only a bikini, and I gasped when I saw that her bottoms were pulled aside of her glistening mound. Her lips were unfurled, puckered as though from arousal or penetration. The woman drank from a dark bottle of what had to be alcohol. 

I stole a glance past her into the glowing red room. There I saw a tall man, muscled and naked, standing behind another woman, his hips pounding against her with loud smacks. She was tied, her hands bound together by chains hanging from the ceiling. I could hear her cries, though they were muffled by the mask she wore, a fluffy white bunny mask with floppy ears that covered her whole head. The sweaty man behind her wore a similar mask, though his was of a wild eyed bull with great horns. 

I stared at the scene, shocked and fascinated. The bull snapped its head around to look my direction, right as I felt a gentle hand take my elbow.

"If you please, Miss Riley," Simon said. 

I nodded and followed him. I glanced back once more and met eyes with the woman standing in the door. She grinned wickedly. When she spoke, her accent was as thick as molasses.

"Dat bool mon' he'll give ya' turn ere he get done wit dat Alice in dere." 

She laughed and I walked on. Jamaican was my guess if I had to judge her accent. Something in her taunting laugh chilled me to the bone. Again I felt the heat swelling inside of me. My jaw began to quiver and my nipples hardened. The fever was setting in. My skin grew hot but cooled with the kiss of the air. I grew moist in my silky smooth panties. I wanted to scream. My breath turned to weak shallow gasps. I could still see those thick tan hips slamming into that girl's flesh. Her screams echoed in my ears, and I began to ache all over.

"Here we are Miss Riley."

I blinked and found myself staring at a red door. Simon reached into his pocket, produced a black card, and promptly swiped it in the keypad on the near the door handle. The keypad beeped and flashed green. Simon pushed open the door and motioned for me to step inside.

"Your dreams await, my dear," he said with a glimmer in his eye.

I smiled nervously at him and stepped into the room. Once again, I stood in wonder of what my eyes beheld. The room wasn't gigantic, but was larger than any hotel room I'd seen. The huge canopy bed was the centerpiece, with its intricately carved corner posts and headboard. There were various other furnishings, including a small sofa, a large leather ottoman, and a huge wardrobe against the wall. 

The walls themselves were not painted or papered, but covered with what looked like a plush carpet. I reached out to brush my fingers against the soft surface. The room had a golden glow, and every decoration, every item in the room looked luxurious and beautiful. 

"Wow... I've never stayed in a room this fancy," I said.

"I'm sure you will find everything in excellent taste," Simon said from behind her. "There's an intercom on the wall to call for services should you need anything. We have security that patrols each floor, as well as monitoring devices in the room."

I turned and stared at him. "What, like cameras?" 

He smiled politely. "For your security only, I assure you."

I glanced nervously about the room and the ceilings, but I couldn't see any sort of cameras anywhere. I crossed my arms and looked at Simon. He was touching his ear. For the first time I noticed the device in his ear and the little wire that trailed down behind his neck. His eyes lifted to me.

"Your party will be arriving shortly, Miss Riley. About ten or fifteen minutes. There are drinks and refreshments on the table. Feel free to freshen up in your restroom, it's the door just there. There's a kitchenette just there, it's stocked with several assorted items I'm sure you'll enjoy. I do hope you enjoy your stay. It's been my privilege."

Simon handed me the solid black key card and started to turn for the door before I stopped him. 

"Um, don't you want... I mean shouldn't you get a tip or something?"

Simon smiled once more. "All expenses have been paid in full, Miss Riley. Have a lovely evening."

He closed the door behind him and I was left in the room alone. 

That was the moment everything started to sink in. Simon had said they'd get to the room in ten or fifteen minutes. I started to feel hollow and dizzy. I couldn't believe I was at Elysium, standing in a lavish suite awaiting my fantasies. It'd been weeks since I'd met with Mary and spilled my heart out to her. Suddenly, I was moments away from experiencing the night I had been anticipating. It was nerve racking.

I walked over to a huge mirror that hung on the wall. The red haired vixen in the robe of royalty that stared back at me was a stranger to my eyes. Absently, I untied the robe and let it fall open. I eyed the thick curvy body in the mirror. The silky red and black bra and panties were a beautiful contrast to my pale flesh. I truly looked like a queen, undeniably gorgeous and sexy. 

While I felt beautiful, I had never been so damned nervous in my life. Fear and uncertainty gripped me in their icy clutches. I couldn't believe what I was about to do. It seemed so wrong, so dark and forbidden. The fever started to return. My hands trembled and my legs felt wobbly. My breath became short gasps. Heat spread across my flesh and between my thighs. I felt like melting to the floor, or falling into shaking fits of rubbing and clawing. 




Elysium: Fever



I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly. Counting to ten, I tried to clear my mind of bare bodies and thick sweaty flesh. I ached inside badly. It was a hunger that knew no limits and it was eating me from within. I moaned against my sealed ruby red lips. My nipples grew stiff against the delicate fabric in the cups of my bra. 

I opened my eyes and beheld the beauty before me. I wouldn't have to suppress these intense cravings for long. Soon, I could let loose my appetite. Soon, I would be free to indulge. 


****
The Diamond
****


"This place is fucking nuts."

I glanced over my shoulder at the massive man behind me. He'd done nothing but talk since the moment he'd joined us.

"Man I wish I knew about this place when I went to college," he continued in his rumbling gravelly voice. "There's fucking everything here."

We walked on, making our way toward the steps ahead. I stared at the sleek shiny back of the man in front of me. I could remember a time when I had been as fit and athletic looking as he was. I had to be the skinniest one of us all. With a sigh, I reminded myself that it was not a night that I'd have to compare myself to others.

"I think they got it backwards," the huge man went on. "They say it's supposed to be like heaven up here at the top. Like this is the divine half, or some shit. But way I got it figured? What I've seen? The really nasty shit goes on up here. All that stuff down there ain't nothin' but child's play compared to up here." 

"The whole place is hell," I heard the man in front of me say. "The place is symbolic. It gets better as you rise higher. That's what it's supposed to mean."

The huge man snorted. "Yeah, I guess. It's so fucking bright up here...."

I silently agreed with him. I looked over at the humongous golden chandeliers and lighted chains that wove between them all. The glow was so brilliant that I couldn't look at them long. Peering over the rail of the walkway, I got an uneasy chill. From the top floor the view was daunting. I could hardly make out anything of the dance floor in the abyss below. 

I rubbed at the itch on the top of my head through the thin black fabric of the mask. Wearing the thing was getting pretty irritating. I felt ridiculous. My nerves were getting the best of me. I never thought I'd actually find myself at Elysium. Though part of me was excited and proud that I'd done something so daring, standing on the devil's doorstep was pretty intimidating. I was starting to get cold feet. 

Actually, my bare feet were literally getting cold. My nipples were rock hard. Glancing down at my bare chest, I cursed myself for not shaving my body hair. There wasn't much of it, but the other three men were smooth and looked amazing. Except for the beast of a man behind me. His chest and arms were coated with a thin layer of blonde hair.

"Hey, diamond guy." The large man was right next to my ear. His breath smelled of beer and spice. "You ever been to the top floors?"

"No. First, uh... first trip."

He chuckled. "Aw, fuck man you're gonna love this. You better be ready to let it all go brother."

The young oriental woman in the red dress, Mia, guided us up the two flights of steps to the corner of a giant corridor. We had come to the very apex of the gigantic building. There she turned and flashed us a smile. 

"Gentleman, please wait here," Mia told us. "Miss Mary should be inside."

The woman turned and headed down the corridor. Peering around the corner, I saw her entering the largest set of double doors I'd ever seen. 

"That used to be the ballroom, I think."

I looked at the dark skinned man beside me when he spoke.

"Now it's like a fuckin' throne room or something probably," he snickered. 

I allowed myself an uneasy laugh. I looked at the other men. It was a bit of a creepy sight. I still hadn't seen any of their faces, nor had they seen mine. We all wore masks, if that's what they could be called. The "masks" were black and made of extremely thin cloth. They were pulled tightly over our heads, covering everything except for our mouths where an opening had been cut. There were no holes for the eyes, though. Somehow, the fabric was so thin that it was possible to see with surprising clarity.

The big guy had joked that they made luchadore masks out of black panty hose. To my eyes, the thin black masks made the four of us look like eerie cultists or something. The cloth around our waists helped the effect. We were all nude except for the black and gold togas around our hips. 

Standing near the other men, I felt ridiculous. The three of them had better looking bodies than my skinny frame. I eyed the smooth dark flesh of the guy with the heart emblem on his mask. The light gleamed off of his toned olive physique. There was a certain energy about him, like I could feel the power and speed radiating from his slender chiseled framed. 

"Anyone got an idea what she looks like?" 

We all turned to look at the big guy who wore the emblem of a club.

"Who?" Said the dark skinned man. "You never saw Mary?"

"No, no, not her," the bulky guy spat. "I'm talking about the girl, ya' know?"

The three of us glanced at each other. 

"I wasn't told anything," I said. "I thought that was the point."

"I heard she was a big girl," the larger guy said with a snicker. "I like big chicks."

He looked absolutely frightening. Maybe he was a body builder or a body guard, or possibly even a football player. In any case, the guy was huge. He wasn't all muscle, but he was very broad and thick. Nearly every bit of his bulky skin displayed various tattoos. I saw a mermaid on his forearm, a tribal sun on his back, and a roaring bear on his bicep to name only a few. All that was visible of his face was his thick goatee and his wolf like smile.

"If she's a chunky one there'll be plenty for all of us," the big man went on. "I'll be able to save some for you boys."

"I spotted a redhead like that getting on the elevator," the dark man noted with a smirk. "She wasn't exactly a chunky girl, but she was bigger."

It reminded me of someone I knew. Feelings of guilt and shame began to resurface. I thought of the diner back home. I couldn't imagine what the people there would think if anyone knew I was at Elysium and what I was doing. 

"I wonder what kind of cash this place brings in a day," the tattooed man said.

The pale guy next to me with the spade on his mask turned and grinned at him. "They should have given you eye holes instead of a mouth hole."

The four of us shared a brief laugh just as the woman in the red dress returned. Mia gave us a bright smile and motioned toward the huge wooden doors at the end of the corridor.

"Gentlemen, follow me. Miss Mary will see you now." 

I fell in behind the young oriental woman. Craning my neck up, I gawked at the colossal doors. I felt a hand on my shoulder and again I smelled beer and spice. The man with the club emblem was leaning so close as we walked that I feared I might feel his dick poke my hip at any moment. 

"You're looking the wrong way, Diamond Boy," he hissed. 

He pointed toward the swaying hips in the red dress before me. My dick stirred beneath the black toga. I traced the slit in the side of the Mia's dress that revealed her glowing tan leg, as well as the dimpled side of her tight ass cheek. Her dress hadn't seemed so revealing from the front, and never had I seen such a dress that exposed so much of a woman's backside. It was enough to make my mouth water and my cock ache. 

I could hear the three men snickering behind me as the young woman pushed open the large doors. We grew silent went we beheld the scene beyond those doors. A gentle seductive melody and a sweet and salty fragrance greeted us, but it was our eyes that feasted. 

The room was enormous, as I expected of what was apparently a ballroom at one time. There were glowing hues of pink and blue swirling in the mist that blanketed the floor. Several mirror balls hung from the dark ceiling high above, casting their glittering offspring over everything in the room. 

My first thought was that it looked just like a strip club. Booths and tables covered the room, packed with people sitting quietly and conversing over drinks in the twilight of the room. There were elevated platforms, stages, surrounded by chairs filled with more people. It certainly seemed like a strip club, until I noticed what was happening on the stages. 

We drifted wordlessly past the stage that was nearest, our feet following the woman in the red dress while our eyes followed the action on the stage. A naked girl with glowing purple hair bent on all fours on the stage. The stage beneath her must have had blacklight bulbs inside of it. Behind her was a glowing man on his knees thrusting his hips against her ass while the people that encircled the stage looked on quietly. 

There was a balding man in a suit standing and leaning over the stage. His tie in the clutches of the purple haired girl. With every thrust that slammed her ass cheeks, she moaned against the lips of the man in the suit. He reached under her and groped her tiny pink breasts. The naked girl raised a hand to her glossy lips, took a drag from the thick joint between her fingers, and slowly blew a plume of smoke into the bald man's open mouth. 

"Damn," I heard myself utter. 

As we continued on, we rounded a table where I saw a woman lying on the tabletop, surrounded on all sides by people seated there. This woman appeared to be a simple patron of the club. She was obviously drunk or high and was laughing hysterically. Her skirt was pulled up to her waist. Her legs were spread, her bare crotch exposed. 

I watched in shock when I looked closer and saw the white powdery residue between the lips of her pussy. A Hispanic man with slick black hair and a silky blue shirt leaned down between her thighs, put his face in her crotch, and snorted loudly while the woman laughed louder. He rose quickly, shaking his head wildly and rubbing his face. 

"Uh, Miss? I'd like to party with them!" 

Mia didn't acknowledge the huge guy behind me at all.

Everywhere I looked I saw upper class people seated around such scenes. Some merely ate dinner and chatted quietly. Others watched the stages in wonder. I saw a man wearing foreign robes eyeing two men in front of him as they rubbed oil over their chests. 

Just as many people stared at our group as we stared at them. I realized that a foursome of half naked robed men wearing black masks probably looked as bizarre as anything that was happening in the room. Some looked at us almost fearfully. Men and women alike eyed us seductively. I felt simultaneously embarrassed and empowered. 

We passed a booth where a girl bounced her bare ass on a man's lap vigorously. She wailed every time her jiggling cheeks crashed down onto him. The guy was fully clothed, though his glistening dick and balls were pulled from his slacks. He was sweating and cringing, apparently on the verge of an intense orgasm. I felt my own cock surging with blood. My skin flushed warm. 

"Holy shit, man," I heard the pale guy in our group say. 

It took a lot to turn my eyes from those bouncing bare ass cheeks. When I did, I nearly collided with our guide, who had stopped. Mia grinned smugly back at me. She then turned toward the round booth where I saw two men in black suits and dark shades sitting as still as stones, oblivious to their surroundings. In the middle of the booth was a shirtless man and another very familiar face. 

The oriental woman gestured to us and cleared her throat. "Miss Mary, the gentleman you were expecting."

Mary glanced up from her cocktail at the sound of our guide's sweet voice.

"Ah, just the men I needed to see!" Mary said, her dark eyes flashing. 

Mary was stunning. When I'd first seen her, she'd worn a grey and black pants suit, and even then she was the most gorgeous older female I had ever seen. This night, she wore an elegant ballroom gown with a myriad of bright colors. She peeked down and muttered something toward her lap. 

My jaw fell open when a young woman appeared from beneath the table and slid into the booth beside the shirtless man. I exchanged shocked glances with the pale man beside me. The people at the table adjusted allowing Mary to scoot her way from the leather seat. 

She stood before us, adjusted her gown, and gave us a broad smile. 

"Don't you all look just appetizing," Mary said with a spriteful laugh. 

She placed a hand on the pale guy's cheek and gazed proudly upon his masked face. I found myself longing to experience her touch. My dick brushed the smooth fabric of the robe around my waist. 

Mary looked to each of us in turn. "Gentleman, welcome to the Ballroom. As much as I'd love to invite you to stay, you have pressing business elsewhere, don't you?"

Mary walked before us, her smile shedding a glow of optimism on each of us. She came to stand before me. I felt my heartbeat quicken. I curled my fingers into my sweaty palms and shifted from foot to foot. Her dark eyes fell upon me. She was beauty incarnate. Behind the veil of the mask that covered my face, I allowed my gaze to wonder. I traced the line of her cleavage, behind the abundant jewelry that was draped from her neck. 

She wasn't wearing a bra. I glimpsed the sides and the bottoms of her perfect breasts. They rested naturally behind the open split of the front of her gown. I wanted to pull that gown open and expose her, crash against her, and ravage her. When my eyes met hers again, she was grinning slyly at me. My insides melted.

Mary's tone grew a bit more serious. "I wanted to speak to you boys before your night began. I won't be telling you anything we haven't gone over previously, but I wanted to reiterate some things in front of all of you."

Mary stuck a single finger in the air, as though she were motioning to someone beyond the four of us. She turned her attention back to our group. 

"Tonight, you'll realize your fantasy as agreed upon," she continued. "But... though it is your fantasy, she is the star. She is the center of focus, as the situation so dictates. Therefore, I need to remind you boys of a few rules so that things run smoothly for everyone.

"First and foremost, the masks stay on. They will remain on for the duration of the night. The only reason they should come off is if she asks you to remove them. She won't. Anonymity will be maintained. You are no longer the men you were when you walked through my doors. You are her house of cards. Each unique. All the same.

"You'll do as she asks. Without question. That shouldn't be too much of a problem, but if any one of you feel uncomfortable abiding this, the time to turn back is now. When I lock the door, I'm swallowing the key."

Mary leveled her black gaze at each of us as if in question. The four of us exchanged faceless glances. No one said a word. I felt like I was taking a plunge from the summit of my own sanity. I couldn't back out now. I was going to do this. I wanted to do this.

A short man in a tuxedo slipped behind Mary and placed a platter on the table. She gave him a smile before turning back to us.

"We give you complete confidentiality, and we expect the same from you," Mary said. "Call it a mutual agreement. For your benefit and ours."

She took the four tiny shot glasses from the platter between her fingers, two in each hand. Mary turned her dark but beautiful gaze on me. She extended a hand, and I took one of the offered glasses. She moved down the line doing the same to each man in turn.

"Lastly, you're taking a vow of silence as of this moment. When you enter that room, you should only speak if necessary, or if she should demand it. Grunt, growl, scream, or moan, but do not speak, not to her nor to each other."

Mary stopped in front of the large tattooed man in our group, offering him the final shot glass. 

"That means you especially, my King of Clubs," she said narrowing her eyes at him.

He grinned at her with his wolf teeth. "I can't make no guarantees, sweet pea."

Mary's face was void of emotion. The color seemed to leave her skin as she studied the smiling man with her cold dark eyes.

"Then in the morning I'll have your cock in a jar to keep in the bottom drawer of my desk."

The big man's smile faded at the indifferent finality in her voice. The four of us remained silent. I felt a cold stab of fear in my heart. Something strange and malevolent peeked through Mary's eyes in those briefest of seconds. 

We all turned at the sound of a man and a woman wailing in pleasure. The fully clothed guy at the booth next to us was holding on for dear life, clutching the girl's bare red ass as she ground her hips into him furiously. He shoved at her thighs, apparently attempting to stop the girl, but she would not. She crashed against him and he screamed louder into her breasts. She twirled her ass in his lap. The girl breathlessly cast a glance towards us and smiled. 

Mary grinned at the scene. "Two happy customers."

I stared in awe at the couple. A nervous chill crawled into my chest. Or was it excitement? I was bound for a similar fate as that exhausted man in the booth.

"What is this shit?" 

The dark skinned man was peering down at the small glass of murky red liquid. I looked down at my own shot glass. The beverage was thick like syrup, and I thought I caught the scent of cinnamon. No, it was spicy but... sour? I couldn't place the smell.

Mary smiled. "It's just a special little toast for a wonderful evening. You may find that it will, shall we say... heighten... your experience. And so raise your glasses, gentlemen...."

 We obliged. Holding the glass before the light, I watched as the translucent liquid seemed to swirl like a red storm. Mary motioned to each of us in turn.

"To the diamond, the spade, the heart, and the club... and to the red queen that awaits... may your body and soul be free."

There was a short pause before Mary gave us a little nod. I saw the pale guy turn his glass up beside me. Putting any thoughts or doubts aside, I put the shot to my lips and poured it down with one swift motion. I expected it to burn once it hit my stomach. The thick liquid was so smooth and warm. The taste however, was wretched. It was like swallowing sulfur, sweet and tangy but incredibly spiced. My tongue and throat tingled unbearably. My stomach then felt like a flame had been kindled suddenly.

I glanced over to realize I had probably handled the shot better than the other men. They shook their heads, blew out long puffs of air, and suppressed one or two coughs. Mary simply smiled at us. She then lifted her wrist to her lips. 

"Simon, we'll be down in about fifteen. Make sure she's settled in."

I didn't know what to think at first. Then I realized she was speaking into a watch that was nestled among the dozen colorful bracelets on her wrist. It dawned on me that it was about to begin. 

Mary motioned toward the giant wooden doors across the Ballroom. 

"Gentlemen, if you would, please follow me downstairs to the sixteenth floor. Your queen awaits."


****
Angela
****


I wasn't a fan of scotch but I had already drained two glasses of the stuff. It couldn't have been five minutes since Simon had left. Nothing I did helped to calm my nerves. I had gone to the balcony that overlooked the ocean to take in the view. Staring down into the never ending night had only served to make my head swim. 

I felt like I was breathing arctic air. My hands wouldn't quit shaking. Every few seconds I would look toward the door, expecting it to open. I wanted to splash cold water on my face but I didn't want to ruin my impeccable makeup. Fear and excitement wrestled in my chest, as though I were standing in line for a roller coaster. 




Elysium: Fever



The bed that I was sitting on felt like a warm cloud. The soft covers were as thin as air but cozy and inviting. I dared not lie down for fear of ruining my hair. I wanted to look my best. I wanted to be stunning. It occurred to me that I'd never prepared for anything quite like this. Sex had always been spontaneous for me. 

As I took another pulverizing gulp of scotch, I started to wonder what they would look like. Mary boasted quality and satisfaction. How many would she bring? I was guessing two or three. She had never specified. It was a scary thing leaving my fate in the hands of another. 

I rose and drained the rest of my scotch. I set the glass beside the decanter on the small table against the wall. Already I was feeling more than lightheaded. Putting my hand up before the glass as though to ward away its charm, I turned and headed back for the bed. I had almost sat down when I heard a beep, and the red door to my room swung open slowly.

I froze. My heart skipped a beat. I was surprised to see Mary enter the room. Her smile was as wide as ever, and the woman looked absolutely gorgeous. I'd never seen a ball gown worn so perfectly. Her black hair was captivating, styled in yet another fashion I'd never before seen. Mary wore elegance and seductive glamour as naturally as an eagle wore its feathers. She turned and waved her arm toward the door. My eyes followed. 

They entered in a single file line. There were four of them, and they were quite the sight. I was shocked by their alluring but strange attire. Each of the men wore black masks and matching robes woven around their waists. I could tell they were otherwise naked. Their bare chests gleamed in the golden glow of the room. 

Those masks were the oddest thing about them. They fit tightly over the men's heads. I was unnerved by the fact that they were practically faceless. Their eyes were covered. I wondered how the hell they could see. The only opening in those ghastly black shrouds was for each of their mouths. 

The four faceless sentinels marched in slowly, then stopped and turned to face me. A nervous shiver slithered down my back. They were like wraiths, not speaking, not looking any direction but mine. I could feel my insides beginning to simmer. Under those black eyeless gazes, I felt scared and uneasy, and yet my excitement flared like never before. 

"I've dealt you a hand, my dear," Mary said to me in her melodic voice. "I hope you'll find my house of cards pleasing."

When she spoke the words, I took notice to the silver emblems emblazoned on each man's black mask and robe. The slender man on the end wore a diamond. The hulking beast beside him wore a club, or clover. The third man with the skin of dark chocolate wore a heart, and the last pale figure wore the spade. 

Not one of them looked like the other, and yet all shared the same somber mannerism. They were like beautifully terrifying statues or ghosts. Their bodies were hard and masculine, boasting of raw graceful power. Each of their gleaming chests rose and fell with their breath. The sight tickled a spot deep between my thighs.

They were gorgeous. I was in utter disbelief. I'd seen men like these before, but none that peered at me as hungrily as the four in front of me. The anticipation was suffocating. I could not come to grips with what was actually about to happen.

Mary glided over to stand before me. Her dark eyes betrayed the glowing smile she gave me. She placed a hand on each of my shoulders, looking me over and shaking her head.

"You look exquisite," Mary said with a breath. Her voice was just above a whisper. "Just... marvelous. Don't you think?"

I couldn't help but grin. I could feel my face flush with color. I nodded and whispered, "Thank you."

Mary pulled me close and hugged me. Just the scent of the woman made me quiver. Her hand slipped up to cup my head gently. Her lips brushed my ear as she whispered to me.

"They will do whatever you ask them to. And they'll do everything you don't ask them to. They belong to you, Angela."

She stepped back and admired me for a few seconds. She then eased away from me and went to stand before the men. Mary held her hand out to the first man.

"Gentlemen, I'll take your robes now," Mary said. 

I caught the slightest glance and hesitation from them. My eyes widened hungrily when the four reached to their hips and pulled the cloth from their waists. For some reason, I couldn't look, but in the borders of my peripheral vision I could see their erections bouncing between their thighs. Mary took each of the robes in turn, draping them over her arm. As she went, she flashed me another grin and headed for the door.

She spun around in the threshold and looked at us all.

"The night belongs to all of you now," Mary said with a chuckle. 

Then, she was gone. The door was pulled shut and I was left standing in front of the four faceless hunks. 

None of them moved. 

I shifted uncomfortably, feeling the familiar warmth spread over my body. I eyed the hard curves of their shining flesh. A thousand flies buzzed in my skull. Weakness swept over me. I was either about to scream or faint. The aching emptiness inside of me demanded to be filled. I was here, in the place where this overbearing lust or craving I suffered could be sated, but I was frozen still while my body boiled over within. 

The four men stared at me in silence. They were breathing heavier now. I could feel their hungry eyeless gazes on my body. They wanted me. Their cocks bobbed at their naked waists, stiff and coursing with blood. Their cocks were hard for me, for my flesh. It was unbearably thrilling.

The time had come. With the brush of my fingers, the elegant robe slid from my shoulders and seemed to drift like a leaf to the floor. I watched as their mouths fell open and their erections strained. My inhibitions fell away with the robe. I stood before the men in my bra and panties with my hands on my broad hips. I looked at the line of faceless men, The Diamond, The Club, The Heart, and The Spade. 

My eyes locked on the hulking man with the beard, Club. I grinned, pointed at him, and beckoned him to come to me with a single finger. 

It startled me when he moved, like I had awakened a sleeping beast. Club briskly crossed the room on his giant legs and loomed over me like a bear on its haunches. His large hand slipped smoothly behind my neck and pulled my hair downward. His bristled lips pressed against mine firmly. I moaned into him as my hands slid around his firm waist. I explored the tough skin that stretched across his back. 

I soaked him in, clutching him tightly and reveling in the feel of his hard body. I felt nasty and giddy when his dick brushed my hip. His masculine scent washed over me. It was sublime. Our lips opened and our tongues found one another. 

It was the first time I'd felt small and delicate in a man's arms. Club was a beast of a man. My hands found their way to his broad chest and bulging pectorals. I longed to dig my nails into that solid wall of flesh and peel it open. I could feel the unbridled strength of his body.

His hand moved to my shoulder, pressing me down. I was caught between surprise and elation. I glided down his glistening body until I was on my knees. My breath caught in my throat when his huge cock wagged before my face. My god, it was so thick and long. I shuddered violently on my knees as the fever seized me. Saliva pooled beneath my tongue and my crotch ached. I stared dreamily at Club's engorged cock. I saw every bulging vein, every discolored ring, every scar of stretched skin. 

"Oh my god." 

The words escaped my lips like a dying breath. My fingers closed around his crooked shaft. I couldn't bear it. I squeezed his dick as tightly as I could, watching as it turned blood red and bloated in my hand. The words came out again as my body trembled.

"Oh my god."

Tilting his cock upward, I leaned low and ran the flat of my tongue firmly up the length of his shaft. My eyes nearly rolled in their sockets from the sweaty taste. I felt his every groove and vein along on my tongue. I reached his bulbous head and took it into my mouth. 

My red lips fastened around his shaft. I wagged my tongue, beating the head of his dick. I drew back and dove an inch further down Club's erection. He was so thick that my teeth grazed his flesh. I didn't care. My head bobbed slowly on his dick, leaving his veiny shaft wet. I moaned onto him and my back arched.

The Club's big hand cradled my head and pulled me further down until I felt him cram against my tonsils. He held me there. I had no intention of pulling away. I swirled my tongue along the underside of his dick. It throbbed powerfully inside my mouth, and my panties clung to the wetness that formed below. I heard a rumble from somewhere above. The huge man had groaned, I realized. 

Finally my head slid off of the massive nodding cock. Breathing hard, I wiped the spit from my lips. I was then staring at not one but two dicks. Looking up, I saw a pale athletic body looming over me like a phantom. The faceless man that stood beside Club bore the emblem of a spade on his mask. I grinned up at him wickedly before turning my eyes to his semi erect cock.

I was stunned by what I saw. The Spade's  pink head peeked out from a pale shroud of vein streaked skin. It was a layer of extra flesh, wrinkled near the tip but smooth across the shaft. It was the first time I had seen an uncircumcised dick. Spade's erection half stood and half drooped. I instantly had the need to feel it grow between my lips. I wanted the odd looking thing inside of me.

I shot him a final hungry glare before I took him in my free hand, still clutching The Club in my right hand. I dove low and guided Spade's cock into my mouth. Immediately my tongue glided across his spongy tip and onto the roll of skin behind it. The sensation of something so strange and new was incredible. It made me drop my jaw and eagerly scoop his fleshy cock deeper into my mouth. I explored his tangy skin with my lips and tongue and stroked his shaft in my fist. His extra skin rolled and unfurled with my every move.

I was hooked. I couldn't get enough of that flesh in my mouth. His cock slithered through my lips like a pink snake, growing harder the whole time. A rush of sexual frustration jolted through me when I discovered that much of his extra flesh disappeared as he swelled. My wet lips dove back and forth chasing his sliding skin. I squeezed Spade in my left hand while I frantically jerked the slippery hunk of cock in my right. Spade moaned as The Club grunted beside him. 

And still I craved more. 

I wanted them harder and deeper. I wanted to be filthy and slutty. The fever pumped in my veins now. It took control of my whole body. My jaw relaxed and I forced my head further down the fleshy cock in my mouth. The pulsing head bent against my throat. My pussy contracted below. 

I pushed further. 

Spade's pelvis came closer and closer. I squeezed Club's bulging shaft hard. The dick in my mouth slid into my throat. I shook my head and wiggled deeper. Spade throbbed painfully against my throat. I choked back a cough and let forth a gargled moan. 

Two hands clutched my head. Before I could react, Spade was pumping his hips toward my face. I was ecstatic. It was the roughest most degrading thing I'd experienced thus far and I loved every bit of it. My hand fell to my breasts where I squeezed and groped, trying to fight against the waves of pure pleasure that racked my body. His cock slid in and out of my throat with surprising ease. I couldn't breath, but all I wanted to breath was Spade's pale dick.

When at last I needed air, I shoved against him and his cock popped from my head. I gasped and let out a delighted laugh. The Spade moaned and stumbled back a step. He was already breathing hard. I felt completely insane and it was the most free I'd ever been. My eyes found the engorged dick in my right hand. It had turned a dark shade of red, almost purple, still in my clenched fist. I was trembling from my feverish fit.

I opened wide and the huge dick plunged into my mouth. I wasted no time. Shoving my head further and further, I felt Club's cock nodding down into my neck. My free hand clasped his firm ass cheek. Relentlessly I dug my nails into his tough skin. Club growled overhead and clutched a handful of my hair.

He wasn't deep enough. 

I pulled him deeper as he grunted louder. He almost lost his balance. My throat ached from his girth but I did not stop. I wanted to swallow this monster whole. My eyes started to water but I pressed further. His hips rolled slowly and his cock slid smoothly in and out of my throat. I thought I might fall into spasms on the floor from the intense sensations I felt. Instead, my hand flew down to rub at my dampened panties.

When I pulled my head from Club's bulging cock, a glob of saliva dripped from my lips. Spade's smooth dick nodded beside my cheek. I'd never held a cock in each hand in my life. I clutched them both now and pulled them close. My wet lip quivered at the sight of their shining erections. I shot an evil glance up at the faceless men. I gently pulled them closer until they were face to face, all but straddling my body on either side. 

I my lips parted in a gleeful smile before I closed in for a taste. 


****
The Diamond
****


I was petrified. 

It was enough to have agreed to such a vile sexual act. It was enough to watch two naked men having their cocks covered with slobber. Of course, it was also enough to be swept away by the beauty of the red haired woman we had found in the room. 

As unbelievable as my night already was, I could never have prepared to find Angela here. 

She was so beautiful that it hurt. Mary had called her a "red queen". The words barely fit such a marvelous woman. Angela certainly looked different than I remembered her from the diner. Even wearing a tight white tee and blue jeans the girl had always caught my eye. She was a size bigger than any other girl and better for it. I would always catch a peek at those breasts bulging out of her bra beneath that T-shirt. After she'd take my order, I would watch her walk away stricken with pure awe at her perfectly huge ass, barely contained by those blue jeans.

This was not the girl I'd always tried to flirt with. This was not the woman who gazed out the windows of that diner with sad dreamy eyes. Angela had been made a vixen, and glowed with sexuality. From the moment I'd seen her when I had walked in with the others, I had felt the hot stab of surprise, embarrassment, and shame. 

My emotions were in turmoil. Had I not dreamed of her for more than a year? Had I not stroked myself into countless orgasms in the shower thinking of this girl? I had undressed her with my eyes so many times. I had ached for just a squeeze of her curvy flesh. 

Here she was, perfected. Her ruby hair flowed like silk curtains. Her green eyes glittered like gems. Her blushed pale face was had the perfection of a glamorous doll. My dick strained harder than ever seeing her in that blood red underwear. Thick thighs, narrow but fleshy waist, humongous tits, round juicy ass... my skull felt like it was going to explode seeing the big and beautiful girl of my daydreams bared before me. 

Yet, this was a girl I hardly recognized. 

Club threw his masked head back and growled. Spade hissed through gritted teeth and clenched his fists together. I looked on in frozen silence while Angela clutched their dicks in her hands. She rubbed their slimy erections together, stroking each at its base. Her shiny red lips sucked both of the men's engorged tips into her mouth. Her tongue rolled off of one head and to the other while her eyes rolled. 

"This is so fucking hot."

I glanced over at The Heart, the dark skinned guy standing a few feet away. I'd forgotten he was there. The muscles of his arm worked beneath the skin as he stroked his black cock in his hand. My eyes shot away. I'd never seen another man beating his dick before, much less stood naked next to one doing so.

Of course, I'd never watched two cocks being sucked right before my eyes. Angela now sandwiched the two men's shafts together with both hands. Her lips were sliding back and forth along the mass of bulging flesh. She watched us from her knees, taunting us with her eyes. It was unbearable when those eyes locked with mine. Angela opened her mouth and licked the two cocks slowly, the corners of her lips pulled back into a grin. 

I couldn't believe it. It was impossible. Angela was soaking two dicks with her tongue and staring right at me. A surge of blood and arousal made my own cock hop. She grinned at me before plunging  Club's massive dick into her mouth and shoving her head down his length. I watched awestruck as her face contorted when his entire erection disappeared into her lips. When she jerked her head away, Angela took one gasp and dove onto the second cock. She bobbed her head and stroked the Spade while he groaned with pleasure.

Then, Angela stood with the two men's cocks in her hand. She squeezed and stroked the two gleaming erections, but her green eyes stared straight at me. Her huge breasts heaved in the red cups of her bra. She flipped her cherry red hair away from her face, and again her eyes locked with mine. Angela studied me. I could almost see the thoughts cross her mind. Was that recognition? Surely she couldn't know it was me! Not with the mask I wore!

Angela smiled, her eyes narrowing. "You two just gonna watch or are you gonna join us?"

With that, she took the bulky arm of The Club and fell back across the bed. She scooted until her head lay over the side of the bed, so that she was laying across the bed sideways. The hulking form of Club climbed over her, positioning himself between her open thighs. The man grinned and ran his tongue across his teeth.

The Heart stepped forward. I blinked myself out of a daze and followed him. I couldn't draw attention to myself by simply cowering by the wall. Heart and I rounded the corner post of the bed where Angela stared up at us, inverted and smiling. 

I glanced nervously at the rest of the men. Spade was standing with his hands to his side, breathing hard and clenching his fists. Angela must have done a number on him, which ate at the few nerves I had remaining. I looked on, squeamish at the sight of Club rubbing his big stubby fingers down the front of Angela's panties. Heart positioned his dark form before Angela's face, his brown cock standing stiff before her eyes. 

I felt like fleeing the room. Angela, my beautiful Angela, the woman in my dreams, lay sprawled on the bed in her underwear surrounded by sex hungry men. She was such an angelic creature in my eyes. I had fantasized about her being this way so many times, and yet seeing her writhing gleefully before a handful of men while they groped and defiled her was difficult to watch. I still wondered if it was a dream, and if it was a fantastic dream... or a nightmare. 

I had no time to decide. The lusty scene continued to play out before my very eyes.


****
Angela
****

God he was pulling my panties to the side!

The dirtiness of it made me groan. I felt his hot breath on my bare lips before the flat of his tongue dove between them. I melted into the bed. His goatee brushed my tender flesh but it wasn't unpleasant. Down his tongue slid, probing at the nectar beyond my petals of flesh. I uttered something unintelligible. It was so fucking warm. So hot!

I squeezed my thick thighs around his head, pulling him deeper by digging my heel into his back. The Club shook his head and wagged his tongue up to the hood of my clit. Hot waves of lust poured across my brain like magma. I hardly noticed when my hips rolled into motion. I ground my pussy into the big man's face, force feeding him and ignoring the bristles of his moist beard. 




Elysium: Fever



When my head fell back across the bedside, I stared in wonder at the long black cock that bobbed over my face. This was a first for me as well. Daddy would have murdered me if he'd seen me with my eyes inches from a gorgeous black rod like that. I gently cupped the smooth dark balls in my hands, then slid my palm down the silky skin of his shaft. 

My body shook uncontrollably. The black cock nearly slipped from my weak trembling fingers. Chills scurried down my body and melted against the intense waves of hot pleasure that ebbed through my hips.

The Heart stepped closer and squatted low. His cock looked so damn smooth and delicious. It came to lay across my forehead and cheek. I shuddered at the feel of his living pulsing meat as it crudely lay over my face. It felt so perfectly naughty. 

I took a couple licks of his shaft, shaking my head slowly and running my tongue under his tender skin. His crotch smelled of musk and cocoa butter. It was intoxicating. The fever sank its venomous fangs deep. I took the brown dick in my hand and guided it into the depths of my mouth. The Heart was happy to shove himself inch by wonderful inch into my throat. 

My legs had fallen free. I felt Club spreading my thighs out wide with his big hands. I felt so vulnerable. He moved closer, then did something that made my eyes roll into my head. His bulky shaft was sliding up and down between my lips. That fat tip of his cock glided across my clit and down again. As though he'd read my mind, Club adjusted his hips and plunged the head of his cock inside of me.

My hands flew up to the Heart's tight ass with two loud smacks. I pulled his black balls to the tip of my nose, his cock jamming further into my throat. I don't know why but it made me feel better doing so after the Club's thick dick had spread me painfully wide. I was groaning and hissing through my nose so forcefully it sounded like I was being choked to death.

I felt the Heart strain in my mouth. Then, the two men started to fuck me in unison. It was unlike anything I'd ever dreamed. With two hands cupping the back of my head, Heart slowly slid his cock in and out of my head. I heard him moan as his body relaxed. Below, Club was pressing deeper into my sopping wet pussy. 

Even the thought of such acts had once sent me into fits, uncontrollable feverish shivers that usually ended with me with a hand down my panties in a restroom somewhere. Now, I felt completely sublime. I was so at ease. My legs spread wide and my toes curled while Club thrust his hips into my thighs. I squeezed Heart's ass as he jammed his cock into my throat. 
I felt a pair of hands on my chest. These were not the thick nubs of Club's fingers. They were thinner, more graceful. Whomever they belonged to, they pulled one of my breasts free from the bra I still wore. I felt it wobble loose before hot breath encircled my nipple. A face mashed down into my breast. A tongue swirled over my areola. Teeth bit gently at my stiffening tip, sending tiny waves of pain chasing after the chills in my body. 

Heart had developed a rhythm that threatened to choke me. As I concentrated on sucking air through my nose, I watched his dangling brown balls crash down between my eyes, mashing repeatedly against my face. It became too much. I needed to breath! I shoved at Heart's thighs and felt the length of his wet shaft slide from my lips. 

The cock popped free from my mouth. As I gasped for air, a thick glob of saliva dripped from Heart's dick and from my slimy lips, running down my cheek beside my earlobe. I blinked away the tears and fought to make sense of my blurry inverted world. I looked down to find Spade bent over the bed on his elbows with my huge breast in his mouth. One of his gentle hands squeezed my tit while his other worked between his legs somewhere beyond my sight. 

I saw the broad body of Club, slamming his waist against my inner thighs. His thick cock felt incredible, spreading my pussy with every thrust. A little moan escaped my lips each time his bulbous tip dove into me. His strong hands groped my thighs. I could hear him grunting like an animal, his labored breath like those of a winded horse. 

Club was holding nothing back. His cock dove painfully deep. I could feel the jiggle of my ass and thighs as his body crashed against my own. Sparks and explosions went off in my head when a gentle hand slid to the top of my pussy and began a slow circling massage. Spade rubbed my pussy lips while The Club drove through them. 

I cried out loudly and beat my fists against the bed. Could I handle this? I could already feel an intense burn inside. It made me want to thrust my hips against that beast of a man, to cram his fat cock deeper. It made me want to pull The Spade against my chest and suffocate him between my breasts. There was no space in my head left for thought. My mind only made the attempt to handle the intensity of all that was happening. 

My head fell back, and it was through clear eyes that I saw the man that stood hesitantly by a couple feet away. It was The Diamond. His dick stood stiff at his waist, but it was dry, untouched. A hunger rose in my body. I needed his cock inside of me. I wanted something to suck, to lick, to gag on. I craved it. 

I reached for him, my fingers pulling at his leg. 

"Come here, I want you!"


****
The Diamond
****


Had I heard Angela say those words as desperately as she just had any other time, I would probably have melted into her arms. 

I didn't know what to think now. Angela bounced back and forth on the bed from the violent thrusts of The Club. I watched as he fucked her, his broad muscled form twisting and rolling. I saw her delicate smooth flesh jiggle from the force of his blows. The sight sickened me... and aroused me. 

Angela was being fucked by a giant while another man pulled her bra free and mouthed her breasts hungrily. For so damn long I had wanted to see those big beautiful breasts, and now I saw them as they were sucked into the lips of another guy. 

I glanced down, hesitant to move forward. Angela licked her slimy red lips and grinned up at me. Her eyes, once innocent, were teary and glazed. They darted to my bobbing cock. I was frozen still. She wanted me... she wanted me to....

Heart nudged my arm. I didn't look at him. I could hear the wet sound of him stroking his cock. 

"Give... give it... to me," Angela gasped between yelps. 

I had to. I knew I wanted to. Stepping over her, I crouched slightly and took my dick in my fingers. Angela spread her mouth wide. She fetched my shaft and my engorged tip was gliding into the warm wetness of her mouth. Her lips closed and I moaned when I felt her wide tongue sliding around the head of my cock. 

Damn she could suck a dick. Even at such an odd angle, her jaw twisted and her slippery tongue rolled in ways that nearly made my knees buckle. I yelled out loudly at the sharp orgasmic burn in the end of my cock. Angela licked right across it and I screamed again. 

Her arms wound around my legs and her hands grabbed my ass cheeks. I jumped when I felt her nails dig into the tight muscle of my ass. She was pulling me! Angela wanted me to throat fuck her! I blew out a few breaths to steady myself, adjusted my feet, and guided my hips forward. 

My eyes rolled and my ass clenched when I felt the head of my cock slip up into her throat. I could feel her throat opening and her jaw relaxing. Still she pulled me in closer. My hands searched for a place to land. I caressed her neck and cupped the back of her skull. 

Still she pulled me in. 

I blinked and shuddered when I thought I saw her throat bulging. My cock wanted to be deep in her. Angela wanted that too. I pressed forward and groaned until I felt my balls mash into her face. It was incredible. All the while Club was hammering his hips against her. 

Angela pressed against me and I nearly stumbled backward. My dick flopped from her mouth violently. She coughed and gasped for air. I watched in shock as she wiped a thick string of saliva from her eyes and nose. Her face was flushed with color. Her black eyeliner was running. She coughed again, her giant breasts heaving against Spade's hungry face. 

When she gathered her bearing, she reached for Heart's dick. 

Heart wasted no time shoving himself deep into Angela's head. She let out a gurgled moan as he slid in and out of her. I watched his dark ass cheeks clenching and allowed my hand to stroke my slippery cock. Club was grunting loudly, jerking Angela by the sides of her thick ass into his every hard thrust. 

I heard another loud gasp and a long wavering wail of pleasure. Angela's clutched Heart's glistening dick in her fist. Her free hand groped for me. I stepped forward and her fingers closed tightly over my rod. When she pulled me in and gobbled my balls into her mouth, I wanted to collapse from the amazing sensation. She her tongue lapped and licked all over my sack, coating it with a warm film of saliva. Angela even toyed with the surface of my asshole with the tip of her darting tongue. 

Then, I nearly screamed in pain when her hand tightened like a vice on my cock. I was confused and offended at first until I saw her body rolling like a wave on the bed. Spade rubbed at her pussy furiously while Club continued his relentless assault. Angela was gasping and groaning beneath me. I watched her ass tighten with every thrust she made. 

I knew what was coming.


****
Angela
****


The sound that left my lips did not sound like a human being at all. Oblivious to the pain I was probably causing, I squeezed a dick in each of my hands hard, jerking them toward my face. My body contracted. My ass tightened. It was fucking unbearable. 

A liquid hot explosion washed through my body. My vision blurred. My ass rose into the air against the mass of hard man below. A maelstrom of madness spun in my head. I heard the long guttural yowl pierce the air, and realized it was my own scream, seemingly ripped from the very depths of my body.

It took forever for the orgasm to subside. My pussy was locked tight around Club's bulky cock. I blinked and realized through my blurred vision that I had a death grip on the two cocks in my hands. I let them go and fell back across the edge of the bed exhausted. I felt a huge body hover above my own. The Club sucked my nipple into his bristled mouth. 

After several moments of heavy breathing, I glanced around in a daze. Three men stood around the bed looking on while Club pumped his cock into me slowly and licked my breast. I was still in disbelief of what was happening. I had just sucked four dicks into my throat. I felt like a complete slut. 

A smile spread across my face.

I had imagined such things so many times before. My fantasies never came close to the act I'd just committed. Something strange occurred to me. There was still a craving, an ache inside of me so deep it made me dizzy. 

I wanted more. 

I tapped Club's massive shoulder with my palm and gently pushed him away. When I rose up on my elbows and scooted away, he got the the idea and the huge man climbed off of me. His shining cock slipped from my beaten pussy and bobbed as he stood. 

I rolled from the bed and nearly stumbled to the floor on weak legs. Spade and Diamond were there to catch me. I still gasped for air. My big breasts hung freely. The beautiful red and black bra had disappeared. Spade must have removed it somehow. 

When I'd gathered myself, I eyed the cabinet against the wall. For once I was thankful for prowling. Oblivious to the faceless stares of the four masked men standing at the bedside, I crossed the room and opened the lid on the top of the small cabinet. Wiping a string of spit from my ear, I fetched what I was looking for and turned. 

I sized them up. Four naked men, their cocks still pumping full with blood, stared at me quietly. I bit my lip, weighing the ideas in my head. My eyes fell across the skinny man at the bedside, The Diamond. He almost seemed to hide himself beyond the dark shoulder of The Heart. He would be perfect. 

With a smile forcing its way across my face, I marched toward the bed, my heavy breasts bouncing. I slapped the bottle of lube against the pale chest of The Spade. I pulled his head to mine and planted my sticky lips against his. I felt him tense up, then he sank against my body and grabbed two handfuls of my ass. I pushed him gently away and grinned at him.

"You're gonna be behind me," I told him, staring into the black depths of his mask. "I want you in my ass."

I didn't wait to see his reaction. I rounded the bed, feeling like a sexual queen. Walking directly up to the slender man with the diamond emblem, I shoved him down into his back. He fell to the bed and scooted backward. I didn't know if he was crawling away from me or getting better adjusted on the bed. I didn't care. I was going to fuck his brains out. 

Quickly, I peeled my panties down my legs and climbed onto the bed. I straddled his hips with my thighs. I smiled when I heard his breathing get heavier. He seemed as nervous as a man strapped to an electric chair. Looking up, I pointed toward the hulking form of The Club.

"Get over here," I told him. "Let me clean that big thing up for you."

The Club chuckled and came to the other side of the bed, closest to my head. Heart was on his heels. Both men stepped beside the bed, sliding their hands up and down their wet shafts. My eyes widened at the sight of Club's bulky crooked dick. I licked my teeth and lips watching Heart's chocolate cock strain in his hand. 

I looked up at them. "Just one sec, boys. Let me get seated."


****
The Diamond
****


Angela's thick curvy form straddled my own on the bed. My shaking hands rose to glide around her waist to her back. It wasn't enough. 

My hands went everywhere! 

I couldn't get enough of her flesh. I squeezed her round thighs, traced the curve of her waist, and pulled at the mounds of her huge ass. Her humongous breast dangled from her chest to rest on mine. They felt so fucking soft. I gazed down at the long fleshy line of cleavage and felt my cock jump. When it did, it brushed something warm and moist.

Angela said something to the two men standing above me. I barely heard it. Then, she lifted herself and reached down to grab my hard dick. My sensitive tip pressed against the unfurled lips of her pussy. My breath caught in my chest and I clutched the sides of her thighs. A shroud of red curtains fell around my masked face and I stared up into the eyes of the woman on top of me. 

Angela watched me as she sat on my cock. An orgasmic moan burst from my lips. My every inch pressed into her slowly and smoothly. For a moment I lost my every sense of existence. All that mattered was that beautiful messy face above me, and that warm embrace of her sex sliding over my own. 

Our hips pressed together and we both moaned at once. My body was rigid. Angela's was a graceful cloak of flesh. She lowered herself onto me, those massive breasts mashing against me. Her pretty eyes closed when our lips came together. I could almost taste the cock in her mouth, but I was beyond caring. Our tongues collided and danced around each other. I was surprised to find my own fingers snaking through her red hair and pulling her close. 

Then our embrace was over. Her back arched and our lips parted. Angela went into motion popping her thick ass on the head of my dick. My legs stretched stiff and I groaned beneath her. I could feel the weight of her thick ass snapping back and forth, and up and down. Her pussy swallowed my throbbing tip repeatedly. I sank into the bed and accepted the incredible sensations.

Angela pushed herself up on her hands. Her breasts wobbled above my eyes. I could not resist. I reached up and grabbed one of them, kneading the flesh into my palm. Her giant pink nipples begged to be sucked. Lifting my head I took the soft breast into my mouth and tongued its tip. When she rolled her hips down onto my cock deeper and faster, her opposite tit beat against my cheek. I was overwhelmed. My hands, my cock, my mouth, my face, my skin.... I had Angela all over me and I couldn't get enough of her.

Something cold ran across my balls and my thighs. 

"Oh god, that... feels fucking good!" Angela gasped. 

A set of knees straddled my legs and closed them together. I started to understand what was going on. Angela slowed to a stop. I felt her tense. She leaned low, giving me a face full of her natural breasts. 

"Fuck, just put it in me already." 

Then, Angela sucked in a deep breath. Her entire body went stiff. She crashed against me, drawing my head even tighter to her chests. I struggled to breathe. 

"Oh, Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Angela yelled the words against my mask.

I felt it too. Spade's cock was in her ass. I felt pressure against the flesh inside of Angela. I'd never experienced anything quite like this. He inched deeper, his hard girth gliding through her and swelling against mine. 

"Oh-ho, f-fuck," Angela sputtered. 

I didn't move. There was no telling what kind of pain she was in. Angela had a dick in her pussy and one in her asshole. I was in pure awe. I kept seeing the smiling redhead pouring my coffee and setting my eggs in the table in front of me. Now that sweet girl was naked on top of me with two cocks in her.

Angela's head rose up. She flipped her red hair around head and peeked behind her. I felt the swell of Spade's cock probing deeper. With slow tiny thrusts, he filled Angela's ass. I was trapped beneath her, barely able to clench my ass and push my self deeper. 

I stared up from the mounds of flesh in my face as a pair of massive thighs appeared. I saw a huge set of balls dangling overhead and the dark crease of a man's ass cheeks. A sour musky scent hit me. Angela reached up with one hand and took hold of the bulging cock in front of her face. 

Then, everything exploded into motion. Angela's big body shook on top of me as Spade's hips crashed against her ass. I could feel him inside of her. I couldn't deny that it felt amazing. Through the membrane of flesh inside of her, his cock glided over mine. I throbbed hard and squeezed Angela's thighs, holding on tight and enduring the torturous pleasure.

The two massive breasts in my face bounced wildly. I witnessed Club's veiny cock stabbing into Angela's mouth noisily. She coughed and the shiny shaft slipped from her lips. A glob of spit dangled from her chin. She had only seconds to groan and gasp before another man stepped up. 
I let out a wordless cry. Angela wiggled her hips and I felt a jolt of orgasmic pleasure all through my dick. She stirred my shaft against the moist walls of her pussy. The head of my dick suffered the barrage of sensations, burning and bulging inside of her. 

I bit and sucked at one of her breasts. It was all too much. Two dark thighs rubbed my head. With his hands clutching Angela's head, Heart relentlessly rammed his cock into her mouth. I was torn between arousal and genuine worry. Angela sounded like she was choking. Thick strings of saliva fell from the corners of her lips. 

I clutched Angela's thighs and squirmed beneath the mass of bodies.


****
Angela
****


I held the brown head of Hearts cock between my lips. My nose was running, my eyes were watering, and my throat ached. I spat and coughed. My entire face felt wet and sticky. 

A cock sank into my ass hard, while another jabbed upward into my pussy. I sank back against both and watched The Diamond squirm beneath me. I loved watching him grit his teeth. I loved the sting of his hand slapping at my thigh. I wondered if he could feel Spade's cock inside of me. He had to.

I kissed the head of Heart's dick. His legs trembled and his fingers raked through my hair painfully. It only made my tongue roll faster over his slimy shaft.