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Masquerade Ch. 01

By: Tree_frog



Posie was psyched up for Halloween, and as usual, had purchased her costume almost a month in advance. It was a long, black velvet dress with red, lacy trim and a split up the side that went just past her knee. She'd picked out the perfect accessories. Black heels, fishnet stockings, long, black gloves, and a red and black mask with gold sequins. 

The mask had been requested by the host of the party, though she'd never met him. Her friend Kevin knew him, and had given her his extra invite. She donned her costume and between slender, red fingers, she read it over once more.

On the front, it had a classy embossed image of a Jack-O-Lantern that was wearing an eerie grin. The inside read: You and a guest are cordially invited to attend Mr. Hugh Tamsend's masquerade ball! All guests are asked to come dressed in full costume. Everyone without a mask will not be admitted. This was followed by various bits of pertinent information. Time, Address, etcetera.

She'd just finished reading when her attention was drawn to the sound of an engine in the driveway followed by the sharp beep of a horn. It was Kevin, right on time as usual. She picked up her evening bag, slipped on her shoes, made a quick makeup check, and was on her way out the door. 

Kevin was standing outside the car on the passenger side, holding the door open. He was dressed as Tuxedo Mask, which he fit to the hilt. She'd never seen Kevin look so good in his black tuxedo and matching cape, complete with a white mask and tophat. He tipped his hat and said,

"Your carriage awaits, m'lady." Posie smiled, and in her best snobbish manner, she curtsied and said,

"Thank you, kind sir." They shared a giggle then, as he shut the door and walked around to the driver's side. 

"Ready for a fun evening?" He asked as he buckled his seatbelt.

"Ready as I'll ever be. Hit the gas."

On their way over, they talked about their days, various recent occurances and such, until he brought up the party. 

"Y'know, Pose, I haven't really told you the whole truth about this gathering."

"What?" Posie looked alarmed.

"No, no, it's nothing to be alarmed about. I've been to one of his parties before, and it was some of the most fun I've had all year."

"Any specific reason?"

"Okay, the party is set up in a basic fashion. The front half of the house is set up with streamers, music, an open bar. Just a regular party atmosphere. The other half-"

"Amish barn raising?" She snickered.

"You tell me."

"well, go on."

"Y'see, the other half of the house, which is completely separated from the regular party is what could best be described as..."

"Sex party?" Kevin blushed and nodded. 

"I didn't want to tell you before because I was afraid you wouldn't come." She considered it for a little while as they sat in silence for what seemed like hours. Kevin broke the silence with,

"You don't have to go into th eother party, you know. We could stay in the other half of the house and it would suit me just fine." Posie looked over at him. 

"Well, We'll see when we get there."

When they arrived in front of the large, white house, A valet greeted them and took the car away. 

"Fancy that!" Posie mused, looking up at the house in awe. It had orange floodlights illuminating the front, and a big banner that said "Happy Halloween!" Kevin bowed and held out his elbow. 

"We have arrived." Posie linked her arm with his and they walked in together.

There was a man taking coats in a front room lit with various Jack-O-lanterns, creating an eerie glow. Since She had no coat, and he wanted to keep his cape on for "The Effect". Upon opening the big doors that lead out of the coatroom, their senses were bombarded with the sounds of music coming from the dance floor, The sight of a roomful of masquerading partygoers, and the vague smell of incense. 

Posie took Kevin's hand and navigated through the sea of people to the bar. Once there, a smiling, fairly attractive young man asked "What can I get for you two? Posie smiled wickedly. 

"We'll have two of your tastiest shots, shots, followed by two of your tastiest shots." The bartender grinned and poured four fruity-smelling drinks. 

"Pose, you are the devil herself." Kevin said as he held up his glass to toast.

"You have no idea." She smiled and they drank. She surveyed the atmosphere of the party. Everything looked fairly normal, with the exception of a door in the middle of a far wall. It was decked out in streamers and tiny orange lights. It was guarded by a man dressed as an english guard, save for the mtark white mask that covered his entire face. 

"Is that the door?" Posie asked the bartender. He smiled and said,

"All of the stories you've heard are true. Beyond that door lies more debaucherous fantasies than you could ever dream of. The Master is known for his parties like this." Loosened by the drinks, Posie asked,

"And we can go in there whenever we want? Just like that?" She shot a glance at Kevin, and he blushed and looked at the floor. The bartender replied,

"You have to have your invitations to get past that point, but yes, it is free for all friends of Master Hugh. You are under no obligation to visit that area, but are more than welcome." Posie smiled. 

"Thanks for all your help. We'll be checking out the buffet table first."

"First?" Kevin mustered. 

"Well, I wouldn't come to a party of this kind and not go see what's going on in there." She paused, took his hand and bolted towards the buffet. "Paaaar-TAY!"

Posie snagged a plate full of strawberries and whipped cream, and Kevin ate a brownie. They sat on one of the couches set aside for people who weren't dancing. 

"As near as I can tell, this is one of the most lavish shindigs I've ever been to. Look at this place! It's spectacular!" Posie mused with a mouth half-fll of fruit.

"I have to agree," Said Kevin, "This is even better than the last one."

"So, How many of 'these' parties have you been to?"

"Just one before this."

"And did you venture into the other half?" Posie grinned and poked him with her elbow. Kevin's face went bright red.

"I-I had to check it out." He stammered. Posie laughed fairly loud, causing Kevin to sink down in his seat ever-so-slightly.

"Is that why you brought me here tonight?" She asked with the utmost sincerity. 

"Well, I was hoping that maybe you'd want to try something new as friends." Posie cocked an eyebrow and said,

"You know, you could have just asked me beforehand. I would have came." Kevin's face lit up. "I don't know if it's the drinks talking, but I would love to go see what's on the other side of that door with you." She grinned evilly and Kevin sat his plate in his lap, concealing his erection. She loved to make him squirm like this, and he just looked so cute in his tuxedo and tophat. She slowly, deliberately ate her last strawberry and grabbed his hand.

"You ready?" She asked. He nodded and they both stood up and moved towards the door.

They stood in front of the door, and the guard asked for their invitations. Kevin was cool as a cucumber when he handed it over. The guard read it over for a moment and opened the door. Inside were a crowd similar to the one on the other side, but their dancing was more suggestive, and on closer inspection, it appeared as though some couples were having sex. Posie reached down and cupped Kevin's groin.

"Looks like it could be fun." She walked cautiously ahead with Kevin in tow. They stopped at a round alcove with a seat running all the way around this little nook. There was a couple in the middle, stark naked and going at it. She giggled and found a couch at the far end. They sat.

"You know, I've been thinking about this for a little while, and I'd really like to fuck you tonight." Kevin smiled and nodded.

"Me too. This is the way I hoped tonight would turn out." 

"Well, there's still plenty of it left." 

Masquerade Ch. 01



I pulled up to the entrance of the hotel and handed my keys to the valet, watching him climb inside and pull away, my car sputtering and nearly stalling as he drove toward the parking garage. Walking over to the curb, I joined my wife who said, "I don't know why we had to come in that car."

"Look hon, we're completely surrounded by luxury and exotic cars and our sparkling new Honda Accord, loaded or not, simply wasn't cool. This way we act like we left our expensive car at home and just drove my wreck as part of our costume."

"Whatever you say, but don't you think it's about time you fixed the air conditioning?" she asked, putting on her mask. 

"Ah, there you go," I said, "who would have figured you'd make such a ravishing Condi Rice?"

"Well, seeing how I'm stuck with Donald Rumsfeld," she said, straightening my mask for me, "anyone would look ravishing."

Clasping her hand, I led her past the doorman and into the hotel lobby. We stepped into a huge room with marble floors, an open atrium with a skylight about twenty floors above, jungle like growth surrounding and polished glass and stainless steel elevators. After pausing a moment just taking in our surroundings, I glanced at my invitation and headed toward the elevator. My wife followed closely behind me.

Once inside the elevator I pressed penthouse and then held the invitation in front of a card reader. We immediately began moving upward. Tucking the invitation back into my jacket, I looked back at my wife who seemed as dumbfounded as I was surrounded by such luxury.

This type of decadence was normally way out of our price range, but a client of mine found out he would not be able to make the Masquerade Party Dom Ritz and gave me a pair of tickets. When I thanked him he warned me to be careful. I nodded wondering how bad it could get.

Well, I was just beginning to understand what he was talking about, when the elevator opened and we stepped out into the penthouse. We faced a carved, double wooden door with security guards on each side. There was a tiny bald man sitting at a small table who smiled and reached out his hand.

I handed him our invitation and he turned and nodded to one of the guards, who opened the door for us. Once inside, we were ushered to another table where we both were given a key card to a room in the hotel.

I asked, "What are these for?"

"This is your first party here?"

I nodded.

"Well, we pass out the key cards, each one to a room in the hotel. Someone else, in your case a woman, has a matching key. Once you find your match using the key indicators located around the room here, you take your party to the room."

I looked over at my wife, wondering what her response might be. We'd been married for some time and had actually discussed the possibility of trying new things, but when suddenly faced with the reality, I wasn't sure how to react.

She looked at me and said, "Well, we talked about this, what do you think?"

"Well, ah... do you want to give it a try?"

"What the hell, we'll never be able to afford anything like this, why not experience it all."

We looked back at the lady behind the table who said, "Well first thing, check your keys now to see if perhaps you drew each other. Remember, you can't exchange your card, it's all completely random."

Thinking that it would be an incredible let down at this point to have the same key as my wife, I slipped the card into the slot and watched her do the same. A red light flashed and our cards were returned. We looked back at the lady who said, "Well, it looks like you won't be together tonight. Have a nice time. You might want to wander over near the stage, our first show is about to begin."

Wondering what the stage show could be about we both headed over to the stage. I noticed she was stopped by a man wearing a George Bush mask and they moved over to a nearby key indicator. I breathed a sigh of relief when the light flashed red.

The lights suddenly dimmed and on the small, makeshift stage, bright lights shined. A crowd gathered around while a Raggedy Ann and Andy walked out into the lights. For a moment they flopped around on stage, feigning some light kisses on cheeks, or perhaps a pinch on the ass. Suddenly, they locked in a long passionate kiss, their mouths open wide as tongues darted and toyed.

The couple tore off their bright red wigs and then each took a firm grasp of each others clothes and yanked. Originally held together by Velcro, the clothes zipped right off the performers and we could see it was none other than Jenna Jameson and Randy Spears completely naked.

The couple wasted no time as Jenna sat back in an armchair and spread her legs wide. She began running her hands up her waist out over her large breasts, moving her palms over her nipples. Slowly they enlarged to an enormous size.

Meanwhile Randy kneeled down between her legs and ran his tongue up her thigh while stroking his long cock. He moved his tongue over her neatly shaved pussy lips and then pushed it into her as she twitched at the sensation. Running his tongue up between her lips, he eased her lips open as he moved to her clit.

Sucking the nub into his mouth he sucked loudly as she began to moan. Remembering her in a number of porn flicks, I watched her face trying to see if the was acting or whether she was building up to a real orgasm. I may be naïve but it sure looked real to me as she pumped her hips and then arched her back moaning loudly, "I'm coming, I'm coming."

Randy then stood up and presented his cock to her, shoving it hard into her mouth. Grabbing her head, he moved his hips back and forth, fucking her face with abandon. His ass cheeks flexed tightly with each thrust and you could see the strain on Jenna's face as she took as much of him into her mouth as she could bear.

In moments he began to make some exaggerated faces as she brought him closer and closer to orgasm. Finally, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and stroked himself with his hand. His cum spurted out over her face and then, as he moved his cock, down onto her breasts. It was incredible the amount of cum he covered her with, it was literally splashing all over her.

She then ran her hand though the cum and looked out at the audience seductively as she licked each finger clean. In a moment the lights on stage went off and the rest of the lights came on.

Looking around I noticed a lot of guys adjusting their erections in their pants and I imagine a lot of women were pretty wet. I looked around the room and looked for someone to try my key with. Spotting my wife, I realized she was doing the same thing. 



Masquerade Ch. 01



The idea came to Eleanor while she watched Elise at the bar throwing back shots of tequila. The bitch was dressed like a complete slut in a blood red Victorian corset and latex mini skirt inspired by a fetishist's wet dream, complete with four inch fuck-me heels -- a tramp on the town for Halloween, although in this case the function was a company masquerade ball. Eleanor didn't remember actually deciding to really carry her plan out; it matured as an erotic day dream, fed by Jack and Cokes, then suddenly she was in action. It all started with a single thought, that if Elise had worn something a bit less overtly slutty she and Eleanor might be indistinguishable behind their masks. Despite their obvious differences in class and their equally apparent contrast in coloring -- Elise's hair was raven black, her flawless skin pale as cream, while Eleanor was a freckled brunette with a hint of African blood -- the two women were a similar size at a couple inches over five feet and under 120 pounds. On the heels of that notion came another realization: Eleanor knew her rival wouldn't weather a drinking binge any better than she would herself. This coupled in her mind with the wicked thought of Kevin, who she had abandoned at work with a pile of month-end backlog, the sort of boring nonsense Eleanor would thrown herself at a few weeks ago just for the chance to spend a night in the dark office with the new CPA. He'd be late to the party; maybe in time for desert, but even that was doubtful. 

Then again, if things went to plan, Eleanor was going to give him a whole different sort of desert tonight. 

The office party was an upscale affair. Other companies would settle for paper hats and a quick trip to Display and Costume, but the partnership took pride in going to extremes for the annual ball, providing live music, catering, and an open bar. Fortunately for Eleanor, it was also downtown in the WAC penthouse, twenty three floors over the glittering Sound and the neon heart of the emerald city. There were rooms to be had in the hotel and Eleanor took the liberty of booking two of them under a false name; it cost a fortune, but she intended to make sure tonight would be worth the expense. The rest of what she needed was available within walking distance, most of it from a dim, windowless store seven blocks away. The pills were already in her car. 

They were prescribed for her insomnia and even half a dose normally did the trick. Her doctor insisted her main problem was just refusing to lie down; well, she intended to have her share of that tonight. She grinned wickedly at the thought as she crushed three of the blue tablets into a fine powder, sifting them into a little baggie. It wouldn't kill Elise, even combined with the alcohol -- Eleanor had done her homework when she first received the prescription, fearful of the things she'd heard on KIRO news -- but it would be lights out for the night. There might even be hallucinations or sleep walking; that's why she'd bought the rope. It was tempting to mix in a bit of cocaine -- she'd noticed a couple managers doing lines in a dark corner - but she didn't know how Elise would react to that and wasn't cruel enough to find out. Quite. 

Once she'd stowed a few things in each room, Eleanor brushed off her costume and returned to the party. Unlike Elise, whose small breasts were at risk of being ejected from her corset while her black panties flashed beneath her short latex skirt, Eleanor was clothed conservatively in a long, flowing silk dress. It was sexy but sumptuous, and even included a cape and hood. Her mask, a gargoyle in jet black, covered her entire face. The disguise was intentional; she'd planned on being anonymous tonight. Ironically, it was because she originally didn't want to be trapped in small talk with Kevin -- or worse, the skank who'd stolen him away shortly after his first date with Eleanor but still taunted her with sycophantic friendship. Instead, tonight it allowed her to sit next to Elise and her several empty glasses, introduce herself as Helen, an associate from another firm out of town, and hasten the binge along. 

Fortunately Elise took to Helen immediately; within moments they were sharing lighthearted stories of the sort that would only make a fellow CPA laugh, toasting the night and complaining about the uncaring tardiness of men. Soon Eleanor was able to slip the powder into her victim's drink entirely unnoticed. Elise even toasted the poisoned shot: "to new experiences." Indeed. 

The results were predictable, if amusing. Within minutes Elise was nearly dropping from her stool, her green eyes fluttering in a drugged stupor. "Helen" stepped forward, playing the part of the caring friend, to scoop the inebriated girl up. Elise just mumbled against her breasts, her hands feebly pawing at her captor so weakly they were a caress. "Take...take me...." 

"Of course I'll find you a taxi, darling," Eleanor announced in her best English accent -- "Helen" was from London, after all -- and the bartender actually thanked her for taking care of things and helped her carry Elise to the elevator. From the corner of her eye Eleanor saw his hand slip down the drugged girl's back and under her skirt, stealing a feel of her naked ass, but the violation only made her grin. Bitch deserved it and a lot worse. 

The first of her booked hotel rooms was the simplest; just a bed, bathroom, and the usual furniture found in any hotel room. It was just more elegant than most, as befit such a prestigious hotel, with copious amounts of polished brass, travertine and satin. Eleanor went to work quickly, taking a wicked pleasure in the degradation of her rival. A blindfold -- in case Elise woke, unlikely as that was -- and a pink ball gag, comically bright and huge enough that it had to be forced past the girl's perfect white teeth. She took her time peeling off Elise's costume; as expected, the slut didn't wear a bra for her tiny breasts, so there was just the red and black corset top, tight latex skirt and black lace underwear. In short order Elise was completely naked, her slim, mocha body spread across the bed and her shoulder length black hair fanned out in a halo. Eleanor laid the clothes carefully aside and began the lengthy process of tying her in place. 

She did it properly, just as she would one of her boy toys from the club, winding the soft cotton ropes into a body harness. As she stretched Elise across the bed spread eagle, naked and cinched tightly to the heavy postmodern bedposts, she felt herself flush with excitement. Looking over her work, admiring the taut curves of her smooth skinned rival, the sex forced open and gaping and the head lolled limply on the pillow, Eleanor chuckled with a sudden, evil notion, the sort of idea that would never have occurred to her sober mind. "What is it that men are always bragging about doing to their passed out friends? Teabagging? Well, I don't have their equipment but let's see if we can make do...."

She giggled to herself as she quickly queued up an adult movie and stripped -- there was still at least an hour before Kevin might arrive, so she felt no particular hurry. Soon she was sitting next to her unconscious rival with her legs splayed, nude and wet, propped against the headboard. The sleek silver vibrator from her purse went to work quickly and before long Eleanor moaned through her first orgasm, fueled by the excitement of her impending crime -- her rape, if she were honest. After a quick rest, watching entranced as the star on screen serviced a man and woman simultaneously, she went to work on her clit again. This time, however, she stopped short of cumming and moved to kneel with a leg on either side of Elise's head. She jerked the gag out -- damn, it was a tight fit -- and slowly, blushing with humiliation of her own, lowered herself to feel another woman's lips on her cunt for the first time. 

It felt marvelous; not just the physical sensation, although Elise's lips were surprisingly soft, but the dominance of her foe. She pulled out her phone to take a series of pictures and even a short video clip as she began to ride Elise's mouth and nose harder, rubbing her slick sex and sensitive rosebud against the bright red lipstick. When she came she screamed with the pleasure of it, gushing into the open mouth beneath her. She briefly considered pissing into it as well and felt scandalized by her own thought, but she did soak the gag in her juices, rubbing herself with it thoroughly. "I'll be back later, slut, and let you taste Kevin's cum, too." The gag was crammed back into place, the bonds checked, and then Eleanor dressed again -- this time wearing Elise's skimpy underwear instead of her own -- and left the room. Her last thought was surprising: Elise actually looked quite beautiful, stretched nude across a rumpled bed, the flickering light of the porn gleaming on the wetness covering her face. Bitch. 

Eleanor returned to the party before Kevin. She was glad of it -- it would be a lot easier to approach him on her own terms this way -- but she felt a twinge of frustration at every extra minute that she could have spent exercising perversions on Elise. She rubbed her legs together beneath her long dress, feeling the gusset of Elise's lace panties, a size too small, slip between her swollen lips. The lingerie was already damp -- had that slut been getting off by displaying herself? -- but soon they were drenched through as she watched couples drift out the door or into dark corners. The party was in full swing, the buffet despoiled and the band beginning to fade as she waited, sipping another glass of Jack and alternating her thoughts between the man she was going to trick into fucking her and the pleasure she'd taken -- could still take -- from the woman tied up down below. 

She was shocked to realize that she wasn't entirely sure which one she wanted more; while she wasn't repulsed at the idea of touching another woman, she'd never felt any strong Sapphic urges before. Already tonight she'd surprised herself; maybe she was hitting the booze a bit hard after all.  How many shots was this? she wondered, staring at her half empty glass in confusion. It had been the first time a woman had ever been so close to her, in touch with her sexually. What had possessed her? And why had it felt so wonderful?



Masquerade Ch. 02



Trying to forget my wife's quest to find her partner with the matching key, I began moving through the room searching for some interesting looking women. The costumes were very elaborate, but each had to meet one primary stipulation, the face must be covered enough with a mask to hide your identity.

Spotting several Liza Minellis who looked a bit too masculine to suit my tastes I wondered whether this was a completely heterosexual gathering or were gays worked into the party too. It obviously added some intricacies to the key card pairings, especially if the selections remained completely random.

My thoughts were broken as I moved over to the card indicators with two women but faced the flashing red light. Glancing around I did notice a few couples wandering toward the elevator. I also noticed my wife hadn't hooked up with anyone yet.

Wandering over by the bar, I sat down next to a woman dressed up like Kathleen Turner, a favorite of mine since the old "Body Heat" days. A bit rusty on my opening lines I said softly, "Hi, I always wanted to meet you Kathleen."

She responded in a somewhat husky voice, "Well thank you and I must admit, I could have survived for a long time without meeting you Mr. Rumsfeld."

"Call me Donald and hey, I love the way you mimic her voice," I replied.

"Mimic, who's mimicking? Hey darling, this is what you get."

"Hmm... I think I like that. Hey can I buy you a drink?"

"Sure, a glass of white wine please."

I nodded to the bartender and said, "I'll have the same."

"Somehow I pictured our Secretary of Defense being a bit more of a hard drinker."

"No, no got to keep my wits about me as I make the world safe for democracy," I replied.

"Kind of makes my wish I were drunk."

The bartender delivered our drinks and I held up my glass, "Here's to a more drunk Secretary of Defense."

"Cheers," said, sipping from her drink. She then asked, "Do you come to many of these parties?"

"No, this is my first one. A client gave me his tickets. How about you?"

"Oh I've been to a few."

"Well tell me Kathleen, what do we do when we get to the room?"

She looked at me, and though the mask I could tell she was asking herself, "What kind of dumb ass am I talking to?"

Realizing what I said I continued, "I mean what do we do about our masks?"

"Well, if we follow the rules, we wear our masks until we finish in the room. We then come back, turn in our cards and remove the masks. It is kind of fun finding out who you just fucked."

"Speaking of which," I said, holding up my card. "Want to see if we match."

"For sure Donald, but I have to admit I've got my fingers crossed."

We walked over to the card indicator and both put our cards in the slots. A green light flashed and the room number was revealed on a tiny screen. We were in room 1507.

"Looks like I hit the jackpot," Kathleen said, elbowing me in the ribs. Taking my hand, she said, "Let's go Donald, I can't wait to see some of your undercover maneuvers."

I followed her out of the room and onto the elevator, noticing that I didn't see my wife in the room as we left. Once on the elevator I moved closer to Kathleen, who reached down and clasped my erection with her hand. "Mmmm," she moaned, "I can see you're ready."

The elevator stopped on our floor and she led me by the cock to room 1507 where she inserted the key and opened the door. Once inside I grabbed her and pressed her up against the wall, kissing her and grinding my erection into her thigh.

She had already kicked off her shoes and was unfastening her costume. I broke the kiss and undressed, being careful the leave my mask in place. Naked now, she moved onto the bed and I got my first real look at her body.

She was not thin, but certainly not fat either. Her large breasts did sag a bit and I could see she was probably in her early to mid fifties. Though she was fairly fit, she did have a slight paunch at the belly, but my eyes quickly descended to the thick, dark patch of pubic hair and the hint of lips beneath.

I crawled on the bed and lifting my mask, I moved my mouth to her nipples, sucking them into my mouth. The nipples firmed up so I moved my face, letting the erect nubs rub over my nose and mouth. I then kissed down her breasts and onto her stomach, but she grabbed my head and whispered, "No, I save that for when I get to know you better."

She then pulled me upward while reaching down and taking my cock. Opening her lips with one hand, she guided my cock into her with the other. I slowly entered her and then paused. I was so excited about touching a woman other than my wife that I was about to come.

After regaining my composure, I started moving, slowly pulling out of her and then thrusting deep into her wet pussy. As I pushed in down to the hilt, I let my pubis grind against hers, hopefully stimulating her clit. After a few minutes my movements seem to be working because she began to breathe hard and thrust her hips up to meet my penetration.

She moaned and then arched her back, her pussy convulsing around my cock. I stopped moving for a moment as she calmed a bit, then I began thrusting into her again. She reached up and began toying with my nipples, and jolts of pleasure shot down though my cock. In just moments, I thrust deep into her and came, filling her with my cum.

I remained on top of her until my cock shrank and slipped out of her. Wanting to kiss her I moved my face up to hers and our masks came together. When I pulled away she laughed, "Well that was a sight I'd never want to think about again."

"What's that?" I asked, puzzled.

"Donald Rumsfeld kissing Kathleen Turner after fucking her half to death, that's what."

We both got dressed and headed back to the elevator, laughing the whole way. When we got on the elevator there was already another couple there, so we stifled our laughter until we reached the penthouse. Once outside the elevator, we walked off to the side and laughed a bit more.

Kathleen then shook my hand and said, "Well Donald, it was a pleasure fucking with you."

"Ah, the pleasure was all mine Kathleen. Are you ready to be unmasked?"

"Can we ever really be unmasked?" she asked, taking my hand and heading over to the table. We handed the woman our key cards and then reached up to our masks. She said, "You first."

I removed the mask and she said, "Oh what a relief, so much better than Donald Rumsfeld. I wonder if you can say the same about me?" She removed the mask and I stared, completely stunned.

She smiled and said, "Well, am I better than Kathleen Turner?"

I was speechless, staring into the face of Kathleen Turner. I could only stare, completely frozen until she touched my arm and asked, "Are you okay?"

I smiled and whispered, "Kathleen Turner."

"As long as you are okay there Donald..."

"Steven," I said.

"As long as you are okay Steven, I've got to leave now. I did enjoy the company," she said, reaching her hand to my cheek and leaning forward, kissing me lightly on the lips. She then turned and headed back onto the elevator, giving me a wave as the doors closed.



Masquerade Ch. 02



The wait for Kevin seemed to last forever. Eleanor squirmed against the slick leather of the bar stool, feeling the tight lace of Elise's underwear rubbing her clit raw as she thought of what tonight would bring. Shot after shot slid down her throat -- more than booze would go down it later -- to bolster her courage and peel away her inhibitions: that would be necessary for tonight, to lay aside every inhibition. It was the key to her plan. God, she was wet, it was dripping down her leg. 

Time dragged slowly and it wasn't long before Eleanor considered finding someone else to help her pass the time -- some random man to take her edge off, a quick fuck while she waited. She shivered at the image of coming to Kevin dirty and used. Such fast and furious hookups weren't uncommon -- it was a tradition to cross work boundaries during the masquerade. Last year Eleanor had spread her legs for one of the partners, a married man twice her age whose wife had been screaming someone else's name in the next room, and even covered head to toe in disguise she'd seen several interested looks tonight. But she didn't want to risk her prize. Instead of indulging in a stranger's cock she slid a hand down the front of her dress and slipped a finger inside, blushing furiously as she caught a few knowing glances but refusing to stop. 

Finally, Kevin arrived -- clearly straight from the office. He still wore his suit, a black double breasted number with subtle striping, slightly crumpled from his twelve hour work day. The partnership was demanding; such days weren't uncommon for any of the CPAs it employed, which was one reason they were so close and their interactions so charged. Eleanor couldn't imagine despising Elise so much, or needing Kevin so badly, if they didn't spend so many tense hours with one another. It was the reason they had no families, no ties outside of the partnership to vent to. 

He wasn't even in a mask, which annoyed Eleanor to no end, for some reason she couldn't quite comprehend. In another lover she would have put it down to willful disobedience. She would have said it was inappropriate, but considering what she was about to do -- what she had already done to the naked, violated woman tied up downstairs -- appropriate hardly seemed to apply. Kevin had, however, already started to party; he held a bottle of goldschlager and took a deep drink of the hard stuff as Eleanor watched. 

Like a cat stalking prey, Eleanor slipped from her stool and walked towards Kevin. She swayed her hips, trailing a finger up her stomach to tease her own breast. She was the picture of lust and when she walked up to Kevin she grabbed his belt, pulled him against her body and swayed with the music, grinding herself against his crotch. It was overdone, of course, and he hardly knew how to respond --which was largely the point. "E...elise?" he finally stuttered. He sounded like a dimwitted buffoon, and in that moment she hated him for it, but Eleanor thought of the plan and grinned beneath her mask as she nodded. At least this part, the most dangerous for her, was working just as she'd hoped. She leaned closer to whisper in his ear, confident her hushed voice was indistinguishable from Elise's. If whispers didn't all sound the same, at least they were very different from voices. "I have a surprise for you, but not here. And you have to be a good boy -- no questions tonight. Just enjoy yourself." 

Kevin was a bit shy, despite his handsome appearance: he somehow found the time to work out, and his body showed it with athletic muscles, a tight ass and broad shoulders. He didn't tan, though -- not that anyone could naturally in the northwest, particularly in October -- but it was the only flaw in his Californian Surfer look. He even had the bleached blond hair, which he insisted was natural. But his shyness let her take the lead, just as she'd done on their single date --she remembered the theatre with a flash, how she'd pushed his hand under her short satin dress, riding his fingers with short, hard motions as Mimi pole danced onstage during the 5th Avenue's performance of Rent. She'd come, leaving his hand and the seat wet, screaming her orgasm as the theatre burst into applause. Eleanor didn't return the favor, of course: it would have been messier, for one, but mostly she knew the frustrated lust would bring Kevin back. That misjudgement was another sting to her pride, as he'd spent the next weekend fucking that bitch Elise, claiming they were working together on a project. 

But now she used his submissive nature to her advantage, playing him like a puppet. A bit of shock to keep him off balance, unable to think clearly, and enough lust to pull him where she wanted to go would tip him nicely into her trap. He stumbled after her, taking the mask she grabbed from a table where it had been left, trying to keep his grip on that damned bottle of goldschlager as she dragged him towards the elevator. 

Once the doors closing with an electronic chime he moved to kiss her, but Eleanor would have none of it. She stepped away, giggling, and pushed a second ball gag into his hand. His expression turned to a hilarious display of shock. "Before the elevator stops," her whisper was loud, husky, edged with passion and command. "The mask will hide it. Or...are you afraid?" The tease was juvenile, a playground taunt, but Kevin was so rattled with lust and confusion that it worked. He slipped the pink gag into place, setting the bottle down to buckle the straps as Eleanor tugged his mask down. A minute later Eleanor stumbled past disapproving middle aged glares as she dashed to the second of the rented rooms with boyfriend and booze in tow. 

They entered the room giggling --in his case, of course, they were so muffled all she heard were puffs of air from his nose -- and tumbled towards the bed. Kevin flicked on the lights, showing the two immense beds and massive theatre system -- but Eleanor snapped them off with a hidden grin, pulling him insistently onwards. 

Since she'd taken the precaution of closing the drapes earlier it was pitch black, leaving Eleanor with no hesitation to strip next to Kevin. She pulled off his clothes, driven by her own drunken passion. His chest was smooth and muscular, with a bare tuft of wiry curls, and she buried her face in it, inhaled his scent deeply, trying to take him all in at once. His fingers, in turn, struggled with her complex costume, fumbling at toggles and laces but working insistently towards her breasts. When he finally fumbled through the bindings, pulling her dress open, she lowered her tits into his hands and let him fondle her nipples, teasing them to firmness. He tried to nibble them but was frustrated by the gag, instead simply rubbing his lips against her smooth skin. Beneath her, he moaned two unintelligible syllables, and Eleanor continued to squirm against him, stroking his manhood through his slacks, eyes widening with surprise at his girth, until his meaning froze her stiff. Elise. He was moaning that bitch's name while touching her! It was perfectly reasonable, of course -- she'd taken extensive measures to make him think that was exactly who she was -- but it still brought a cruel sneer to her lips. 

The sudden burst of anger made the next step easier. She reached under the pillow to grab the cold metal cuffs she'd placed there earlier, quickly snapping them around Kevin's wrists. He recoiled with surprise and incomprehension. "Shhh...trust me," she whispered as she slowly dragged her thigh along his groin, a sensuous sliding promise of pleasure to come. After a pause, long enough to let Eleanor know she was pushing his trust of Elise considerably, he nodded and relaxed beneath her body. She tugged his arms upwards, locking them into place around the headboard; it was cruder than the beautiful rope display she'd done on Elise, but this had to be fast. Although he didn't realize it, Kevin had passed the point of no return; until now, he could have walked away. He was stronger, larger, and Eleanor would never have pushed things too far, lest she be found out. But now he was entirely in her power, and she grinned wickedly with the knowledge that he'd come to regret it. 

Eleanor slipped from the bed, finished undressing, and then moved to his feet. Two more pairs of cuffs were under the mattress and she quickly took hold of his ankles to lock them into place. Kevin muttered sounds of dismay and refusal but he hadn't quite worked up the will to struggle yet, and Eleanor gave no mercy. When she was done he was secured tightly, spread eagle across the bed with a gag in place, thrashing a little in the dark and emitting sounds of frustration. Taking a moment to enjoy her handiwork, Eleanor slipped a hand between her legs, thrusting two fingers against her clit, moaning aloud with pleasure. After a few moments of masturbation she denied herself the orgasm -- it would be so much better if she let it build -- and reached into the nightstand to grab hold of a slim, sharp pocket knife. 

Kevin nearly screamed when he felt the ice cold blade against his skin and she smiled with the knowledge that he'd already been pushed beyond his limits. Not that he couldn't have come to enjoy the feeling of a naked woman straddling his chest, sliding her moist folds across his skin as she slowly sliced away his pants and boxers. She'd planned to build him up to it when she first asked him to date. She could tell that beneath the surfer boy handsomeness and shy inexperience lurked a willing submissive, a pervert who would do anything to please his mistress. He would have been delicious to corrupt, a trophy to own, to play with and be pleasured by until she bored of him and tossed the scraps aside for her girlfriends -- and boyfriends -- to enjoy. He would have even enjoyed that, by the time she was finished. 

Instead, tonight was going to be about pushing things too hard, too fast. Instead of a slow seduction, she would force perversions upon him too fast for him to accept. By the time she was done taking her pleasures and showing him how sick his own were, he would be scared to death of Elise, the wanton slut he would think had done it all. He'd break up with the slut, awkward and distant, too afraid to continue. In would step Eleanor, the nice girl with just a tiny trace of the naughty, enough to understand his pain and soothe it. Eventually, she would help him accept it, enjoy it, and she'd relive it all with him if she chose. If she could have the patience to deal with all the issues he was about to have. Either way, she'd cheat that bitch out of her prize. 

Once Kevin's pants were off Eleanor cut a piece of the black slacks into a long strip, chuckling as she considered her blindfold probably cost nearly a thousand dollars, and wrapped it around his eyes, tying it tightly. He continued to mumble beneath her, a pleading tone, no doubt whining to be let free. She ignored him and leaned down to press his face into her cleavage. She was larger than Elise and her breasts pressed against him, warm and smooth. He moaned and she whispered into his ear again. "Shh, relax. Enjoy. I'm going to blow your mind...."



Masquerade Ch. 02



CHAPTER II
The Party



Although he rain had stopped, the air remained heavy and still. Claire got into her car and continued her journey toward her sexual fantasy.

What a day this was turning out to be! On her way to participate in a party designed to cater to her sexual fantasy, Claire inadvertently had one of her fantasies come true. Oh, but she had a lot of them and she was looking forward to her next encounter. 

Claire turned her car down Sequoia Lane and looked for the address. She was impressed to find a row of mansions set back from the road. They all had gated entrances with long driveways leading to homes obscured by forested landscapes. 

It was 12:50 p.m. Claire was 10 minutes early as she approached the 1874 address. She pressed the button and waited at the gate.

"Yes, who is it?"

"My name is Claire and I'm here for the Masquerade."

The gate opened, making way for a wooded but gently curving drive to the front of the home. As she approached a circular cobblestone entry to the front of the mansion, Claire noticed four men in French renaissance period costumes. They were dressed as servants and directed her to a place just in front of the main entry. Claire parked her car and was assisted with utmost courtesy to the front door.

One servant announced Claire's arrival with two taps of the wrought iron knocker upon the large wooden door. While Claire waited for it to open, she put on her mask in preparation for her host's greeting. The mask was more for effect than for practicality, as it covered only her eyes and nose. Still, it made a statement with its deep red color and sequins bordering the edges.

The door was opened by yet another servant who bowed reverently before the guest.

"Welcome Miss Claire." 

With a wave of his hand, the servant parted a red velvet curtain in the entry way and ushered Claire into the room beyond. 

The room was massive. High, dark wood-paneled walls supported an intricately carved ceiling of angels and devils. The devils were sexually ravishing the angels... and the angels appeared to have a look of ecstasy on their faces.

As fascinated as Claire was by the artwork, she was even more excited by the human orgy scattered about the perimeter of the room. There must have been twenty people lying on different types of plush carpets, each person engaged in some act of sexual gratification. Some were paired together in acts of anal, oral, or missionary sex. Others sat opposite each other while participating in mutual masturbation. There were a few who were alone, watching and pleasuring themselves.

Claire felt her own need grow as she watched and listened to the sounds of men and women in various stages of sexual arousal. Her pussy tightened as warm moisture began to lubricate her sex. Unabashedly, Claire ran her hands down the front of her dress pressing into her mound, her hips gyrating in rhythmical motion.

Suddenly, a gong sounded in the distance and two large doors opened on the back wall. A servant dressed only in a loin cloth appeared behind Claire and taking her by the arm, escorted her through the doors.

As the doors closed behind her, Claire found herself in a slightly smaller room. This room was much brighter than the last, its walls and ceilings a brilliant white. Gold veins ran through the highly polished white marble floors, which were elegantly complimented by a gold border on all four walls about waist high. Gold leaf accents decorated the relief on the high ceiling.

Claire's attention was drawn to the altar in the middle of the room. It too was white marble with a gold border separating the top from the pedestal. The six foot long altar top was draped with some sort of very soft animal fur, presumably on which to place a sacrifice.

In one corner of the room a servant stood beside the gong that Claire had heard prior to being escorted through the doorway. He struck it again.

This time a man dressed in a black leather body suit and a mask covering his entire head appeared. He walked over to Claire, gently touched her face and began to unlace the top of her dress.

Fully intending to go along with the role play, Claire smiled in conciliation. Only after her dress had fallen to the floor, did the man escort Claire to the altar. He motioned with his hand for Claire to lie on top of the animal skin.

"Oh, my... I'm going to be the sacrifice," she thought.

On her back with her legs dangling at the knees over the end of the altar and wearing only her black panties and bra, Claire felt exposed and excited. Her red mask added mystery to the scene. What anticipation she had, quickly turned to apprehension when two men dressed only in loincloths appeared. With gentle purpose, they bound both of Claire's wrists to either side of the altar.

Now Claire lay there in hot expectation of what might happen to her. Before her imagination could get the best of her, a man appeared and walked to a point just where her legs bent at the knees. He was completely naked and a truly gorgeous male specimen. Tall, tanned, muscular... and the most beautiful, hard cock she had ever seen.

The man wasted no time as he guided his shaft just inches away from Claire's pussy. She was already wet with desire and wanted to feel him inside her so badly. Claire's excitement turned to mild frustration as the man stared at her and began to rub his cock in a jerking motion. His hand ran up and down the full length of his shaft as he began to moan and his hips moved back and forth just lightly touching Claire's pussy as he gyrated.

"Fuck me you bastard!" Claire yelled in wonton frustration.

The man smiled at her and put the palm of his hand on her mound. He got down on his knees and placed his face just opposite Claire's dripping pussy. Now letting go of his cock, he slid one finger into Claire's wet hole and began to move it in and out. He ran his tongue between her pussy lips and licked her clit with a soft, long stroke. 

"Oh my god... oh fuck, yessssss... ohhhhhhhh..." Claire's voice trailed off as she was swept away in sensual pleasure.

The man continued his assault on Claire's clit with a light suck, tender lick, and a gentle nibble. His tongue and lips were very experienced. Claire's body was on fire.

As he brought Claire closer and closer to heaven, the man placed three fingers inside her and fucked her tight, wet vagina with only one purpose... to make her cum. Claire knew this and relinquished any control she had left.

Claire turned her head from side to side as if to fight off the physical sensations that were overpowering her. As her head moved, her eyes caught glimpses of naked men surrounding the altar, watching her in her throws of passion. They gave out moans of pleasure as they masturbated their hard cocks. One by one the watchers fell to their knees as they extracted their hot cream from their stiff shafts.

This was too much for Claire to endure. Her strained movements against her own tension had caused the binds that held her hands to loosen. Claire's pussy juices ran freely over the face of her paramour, and she began to feel that electric sensation deep down in the pit of her stomach. As the orgasmic rush began to sweep over her, Claire instinctively grabbed at the man's head and pulled him into her pussy as deep as he would go.

"Ohhhhhh, fuck yessssss... suck my clit you son of a bitch! Eat my pussy you fucker. Oh my god, I'm cumming... ahhhhhhhhh."

Claire's body shook with uncontrollable spasms. Wave after wave of watery bliss carried her over the edge as she clasped her legs around her lover's neck. 

Claire so wanted this man to keep his face tight against her pussy, but he slowly stood up and backed away. He walked around to the side of the altar and helped Claire turn onto her side. She could feel his hand between her legs as he gathered the wetness from her dripping pussy and began to lubricate the tight space between her ass cheeks. 

At the same time, another very well endowed man approached the altar. He lay next to Claire face to face, his hard shaft rubbing against her mound. There was just enough room for the other man to lay behind Claire, his cock pressing against her anal cleft.

Claire was quite ready for the double penetration of two horny, throbbing cocks. Her pussy was on fire and dripping wet with expectation. She wanted both men to cum inside her, filling both holes with their hot cream.

As her pussy was entered, Claire let out a guttural moan from deep inside, "Ohhhhhh, you're so big... so thick."

The man began moving inside her slowly, rhythmically... and as Claire moved her hips to meet his thrusting, the man behind her guided his hard shaft to the opening between her ass cheeks. She was tight, but well lubricated from her pussy juices. His cock slid in about half way... and then with help from Claire's movements... all the way in.

"Ughhhh... mmmmmmmm... fuck... yesssss...", Claire moaned as the two cocks stretched her holes and she was totally penetrated by both men.

Claire's back and forth movements were involuntary, as she responded to the wild thrusting both front and back. Her eyes glazed over as she lost focus of her surroundings.

Through her blurry vision Claire saw two naked legs approach her and stand just before her face. All she could see were the alabaster thighs of a very sexy woman. Claire looked up with sweetly tortured eyes, her mouth open, her body being pummeled by two rock hard shafts.

"Now it's my turn," the woman smiled at Claire.

Claire returned the smile when she realized the woman was Erin from the costume shop.

"I'm your hostess. I know all about your needs. Welcome to my home."

Erin approached Claire and placed her shaved pussy over Claire's open mouth. 

"While you're getting fucked my dear, you're going to eat my pussy and make me cum."

Claire remembered how good Erin had made her feel back at the shop, and she so wanted to taste this sweet, young pussy.

Erin began to slide her already excited, wet honey pot over Claire's lips and tongue, steadying herself by holding and massaging Claire's breasts.

Remembering Erin's ministrations back in the costume shop, Claire was very happy to return the favor. She grasped Erin's ass as she began her tongue play on Erin's clit... sucking lightly, then circling it with her tongue... licking, nibbling... then sticking her tongue very far up into Erin's love tunnel.

Erin's knees began to buckle.

As Claire sucked and licked this firm and delicate pussy, she inserted her finger into Erin's back door. It was easy to do. Erin was so wet. Claire lubed her finger from Erin's juices and was allowed easy access into her ass.

Erin knew Claire's oral love-making was bringing her close to cumming. She felt herself getting wetter and could see her juices running down the side of Claire's face.

Just then Erin heard a loud moan. The man who was fucking Claire in the ass began to pump wildly and grasped her ass cheeks. His body stiffened as he shot his creamy load deep inside Claire's ass. 

Claire took only a brief interlude from Erin's pussy to enjoy the feeling of this stud cumming in her ass. "Yesssssss, fuck my ass you bastard. Give me your cum."

As he slumped to the floor from pleasure, Claire continued her assault on Erin's clit. She had not removed her finger from Erin's ass this whole time.

The combination of the man's orgasm and Claire's renewed attention upon her clit was too much for Erin. Her body began to shake as she felt waves of electric current well up from inside her pussy and explode into a massive orgasm of her own.

"Oh my God Claire... you're making me cum baby. Oh fuck yesssss... eat me baby, eat my pussy."

Erin's gush of orgasmic juices flowed like a river over Claire's face. Claire felt the other man pumping harder inside her pussy... Erin's spasms caused her legs to tighten around Claire's head... and Claire was lost in her own pleasurable release of sexual tension.

The moans of the two women locked in orgasmic release put the man over the edge. His eyes went blank, he threw his head back and with an animalistic groan, he shot his load of cum into Claire's tight wet pussy.

Claire had semen oozing from both her ass and pussy. She was exhausted in the most pleasurable way. For the first time in her life Claire had experienced an orgasm with a woman, and she had made a woman cum. She knew it would not be the last time. Claire's fantasy had been realized.

Back home that evening, Claire was in the kitchen cooking dinner when her husband walked in.

"How was your day, dear" he asked.

"Oh, you know... same ol', same ol'."



Masquerade Ch. 03



After watching Kathleen turner walk onto the elevator, I wondered about my wife. Looking around the room I noticed her sitting by herself at a table, sipping what looked like a whiskey sour. I walked up to the table and sat down, noticing a strange far away gaze in her eyes.

"Molly, are you okay?"

"I was just fucked by Bruce Willis," she said dreamily.

"Wow, well babe, I just finished fucking Kathleen Turner."

Snapping back, she looked at me and said, "You fucked who?"

"Kathleen Turner, she just left in the elevator, just a few minutes ago," I said.

"I couldn't believe it, I mean, he was wearing some strange bowling ball getup, made him look real fat. Anyway, we tried the key thing and zap, there it was, a green light and room twelve oh one popped up.

"Well, I was a bit disappointed as we headed to the room, but then he removed his costume and well, I was a lot happier. He was nicely built, a touch of hair on his chest and after he took off the strange bowling ball helmet, his head was bald."

"What did you do?"

"Well, after I undressed, I climbed on the bed and he went down on me."

"You let him do that?"

"You mean you didn't go down on..."

"She wouldn't let me," I answered.

"But you tried."

I nodded.

"Anyway, he went down on me, but before putting his tongue into me, he took his bald head and brushed it against my pussy. It felt so good, by the time he pulled away, his head was wet from me.

"He then used his mouth on me until I came. I tried to catch my breath as he moved up and slipped his cock into me. It slipped right in I was so wet. Anyway, I came again and then he came. It was fast for the both of us."

"Was it good?"

"I came twice, of course it was good."

"But was..."

"Was he as good as you?"

"Was he?"

"He was different, I mean it was all so strange. What about you?"

"Yeah, I almost came when I first slipped it in her. It was so exciting, hell I'm hard now thinking about it."

"You're hard again?"

"Yes."

"Did you shower after you were with her?"

"No, what about you."

She shook her head, "No."

"Then..."

"I still have my room key," she whispered.

We got up together and rushed to the elevator. Riding down to the twelfth floor, we quickly went into the room and undressed. She climbed up on the bed and I crawled between her legs, dipping my tongue into her still wet pussy. I moved it in a circle, letting the taste of her and Bruce's Willis' cum cover my tongue.

I then moved up to her clit and sucked it as I pushed two fingers into her pussy. She moaned and then asked, "Did you taste it, did you taste his cum."

I nodded, mumbling, "Yes," while still sucking her clit. She then raised her hips and came, her cunt contracting on my fingers, soaking them. Leaving them in her, I moved up and kissed her on the mouth, letting her get a taste too.

She then rolled me on my back and while I licked the cum off my fingers, she took my cock in her mouth, tasting Kathleen Turner's cum that had dried on my cock. Looking down I asked her, "Molly, can you taste it?"

Removing my cock from her mouth she said, "Yes, I can taste her." She dove back onto my cock again, bobbing her head up and down on me until I came. Holding her lips tight around me, she swallowed my cum and then ran her tongue all over my cock, my balls and into my pubic hair, slurping up every last bit of taste she could.

She then crawled up next to me and we kissed, sharing the cum she had licked off of me. We then got dressed and, leaving the card key on the dresser in the room, we rode the elevator down and walked out through the lobby, both so happy we had our taste of fame. 



Masquerade Ch. 03



Eleanor owned his ass, and she loved it. 

It had taken some work to accomplish. She'd had to prepare and she'd taken risks. Even as drunk as she was, Eleanor knew that things could have gone horribly wrong; the sort of wrong that landed a girl in prison for decades. But now the man who'd been stolen from her was tied to her bed, blindfolded and naked, struggling uselessly against professional grade metal cuffs and a solid steel bed frame. She could taste his panic, and it was delicious. 

"I'm going to make all your dreams come true, Kevin. I've been gentle with you so far...but I'm so drunk and fucking turned on right now...I know you're a little boy slut, and I'm going to fuck your brains out. I'm going to do...everything...all the perversions you won't admit to yourself. No more talking though, just trust your mistress Elise...." She grinned as she whispered the lie in a husky, sultry voice sure to be unrecognizable. 

It only took a second to decide where to start. First things first, and she needed a cock inside of her, had needed it all night, ever since that bitch's lips touched her cunt. She switched on a dim lamp and climbed on the bed to straddle him, grabbing his solid manhood and laughing because it was hard as steel despite his panic and protests: she'd read him right, the fucking little boy toy. Her nails dug into his member, breaking skin and making him whine. His back arched from the agony as she lowered onto him, penetrating herself deeply on his long dick. She moved on him with a slow moan of ecstasy, grinding her hips against his, digging her nails into his back and sides to force him to thrust deeply inside of her. It also kept him screaming, on the border between bliss and torture, where she was certain he wouldn't come. She sat hard on his balls, crushing them on each stroke, delighting in his whimpers and sure he'd be sore for days. In less than one merciless minute she felt an orgasm shudder through her body and she bit her lip to keep from screaming with the pleasure. Once she was done she rolled to the side, giggling as his rigid cock slipped from her wet folds unsatisfied. Despite all she'd done to him, he moaned in protest. 

After a few minutes of softly stroking her own breasts and sliding a finger into her cunt -- while Kevin sniveled through his gag, the bitch's name and pleas for his own aborted orgasm -- she settled on her next idea. It was probably something he'd enjoy, and that rankled her a bit, but her crop would make sure it wasn't too easy for him; besides, she needed to prove to him that Elise was a complete, filthy slut, willing to do anything. She had to completely debase herself to humiliate her rival. So she pulled a tube of lubricant from her bag, squeezed a dab on her finger and moved it to her ass, easing it inside gently. It only hurt a little; it wasn't the first time she'd be taken there, although it wasn't a favorite activity of hers. Still moving her finger, adjusting to it, she squirmed up to Kevin's ear. 

"Tell me, slut boy...have you ever done anal?" His brows rose comically and he moaned in desperation, shaking his head. "Never? Well, I'll make you a deal. You put your tongue to work well enough, and I'll let you fuck my ass." He nodded violently, forgetting his trauma in a surge of lust -- how typically male -- and she grinned. Slipping the ball gag from his mouth, she straddled him, a finger still working slowly in and out of her rear. 

"Shit, Ellie...." He stretched his jaw. "When you said you wanted to wait to fuck, I didn't know you meant this. I'm not, you know, against it, but be a bit gentle...you're stronger than you think!" I smirked; he thought it was a mistake! We'd clear that up soon enough. But Elise hadn't fucked him yet? What the hell -- they'd been on enough dates, shit, they'd even been locked inside her office enough times, the blinds closed and every secretary knowing perfectly well what they were up to. Except, apparently, that they hadn't been. Oh well -- time to use the asshole and return to the mystery later. She lowered herself slowly, squirming at the tickle of his beard against her shaved mons, and groaned as he went to work. 

He wasn't particularly skilled. Either his shyness had overcome his good looks and he didn't have as much experience with women as a muscular, successful and handsome man should, or he was one of those men who was squeamish about the taste -- another reason to detest the fuck. Men were always eager enough to receive a little head, but ask them to return the favor and they whined endlessly. It also didn't help that Eleanor was so drunk she could barely keep her position whenever he hit her clit -- which he didn't do nearly enough -- but it served her purposes. She didn't want to come again before she took it in the ass anyways; it always hurt more if she wasn't on edge. A bit more adjusting and her slim legs wrapped underneath his shoulders, her thighs tight against his ears. With a sadistic, delicious sneer she pressed herself down, using her legs to cement her pubic mound tightly to Kevin's mouth, creating a seal. 

Then, with a push and a slight, brief cramping, she began to piss into his mouth. 

The initial look of confusion, even with his eyes still covered by the strip of cloth, was to die for. And when he realized what she was doing -- what he was being forced to swallow -- his look of betrayal was euphoria, a high like drugs, and it drove Eleanor into an animalistic frenzy. She rode his bucking face like a coin operated bronco, grabbing his hair with one hand and pinching his nose shut with the other. It was messy -- he sputtered, and piss went everywhere, down her thighs and over his chin, into his hair and soaked the pillows -- but finally he realized the only way to breathe was to suck the vile mess into his mouth with his gasps of air. Once he settled down she released his nose and he snorted while the last of her piss pooled in his mouth. "Swallow it," she whispered into his ear, "or I'll fucking choke you to death, you sissy little bitch." There -- that should clear up any misconceptions. His throat bobbed as he complied. When she slid off his mouth he tried to spit the taste out, but Eleanor picked the gag up -- it had rolled next to his face, and was covered with piss as well, much to her delight -- and shoved it in his mouth forcefully enough to take out teeth if he resisted. He shivered, and they both knew the rest of the night would be nothing but rape. 

He was still hard, though -- too worked up from before to go limp so quickly and men had less control of their erections than they liked to think, anyways. Just like women, who could be wet even if they were forced, a man's body reacted to hormones, not intellect. A few quick jerking motions and a firm grip on his balls was all it took to resuscitate the flagging staff. Eleanor coated it with a generous amount of lube and sat back onto him, doing her best to enjoy the feel of a cock inching its way deep into her ass. She flagged a little in her excitement -- even with the preparation it still hurt a bit -- until she imagined how he must think he was Elise's ass, and that made Eleanor think of her other victim, still lying naked and used -- and usable -- on another bed in the hotel. Suddenly aflame with passion, she found herself eager, almost desperate for some form of satiation and she rode Kevin hard, grunting and swearing at him under her breath. From then on she took the anal like a champ, like she wanted Elise to take it, she felt stuffed full and pumped her fingers into her cunt until she screamed through an orgasm, wondering how many she'd had so far tonight. More than usual in a session with one of her slaves and she was still warming up. As she shivered through it she felt the dick twitch inside of her bowels and was shocked to realize Kevin's prick was tentatively unloading his cum. 

"You fucking bitch!" She remembered just in time to make it a hoarse whisper. "You got your fucking cum in my ass! You're gonna fucking pay for that, sissy." She slapped his face, over and over until it was certain he'd have bruises -- maybe even a black eye -- while he was still inside her, spasming. She hated him for it, for taking any pleasure while she was savoring a vicious revenge; it like he was raping her instead and that made her hot all over again, made another tiny little orgasm ripple through her sweaty body. Fucking asshole. 

Without a word she stood up, his cock coming out with a disgusting slurp, and pulled another dress out of her bag -- a grey suit and skirt she kept handy in case of an accident at work. It wasn't anything special, but it was a lot easier to put on than the overdone costume dress. For this trip, Eleanor didn't bother with the mask or any underwear. Decent again, she grabbed all the rest of his clothing and left the room, slamming the oak door as hard as she could so Kevin would know he'd been left helpless in a puddle of piss, spread naked and available to anyone who might come in -- or who she might send back. Eleanor took the minor precaution of posting the Do Not Disturb card -- there really wasn't much chance anyone would stumble in late at night, though. Even so, she knew that Kevin would writhe in misery and uncertainty, that her absence would be a torture by itself; but hell, for all the damn she gave he could piss himself with fear. 

However, she thought, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. She pulled the prick's wallet from the remains of his trousers, overjoyed to see the thick wad of cash and plastic, and threw the rest of his attire away. It was time to go shopping, starting with a good drink before the buzz wore off, and time to check in on Elise as well. Since she was destroying the little slut's relationship, probably smearing her reputation at work and possibly even getting her into legal trouble, Eleanor figured the least she could do was make sure the whore was still breathing.



Masquerade Ch. 04



For the next two hours, Eleanor went on a shopping spree. It wasn't too hard to find stores open late on Friday night, and cliché as it was she was a girl who never lacked enthusiasm for new things. Besides, this was the best sort of shopping possible: Kevin would pay for everything, and when he realized what she'd done -- and she wondered how long that would take -- he'd blame everything on Elise. He'd hate the bitch for it! You really can't buy better revenge than that. Well, actually, that was exactly what she was doing...anyways. 

She got the hell away from the WAC first of all; she didn't want to be seen at the hotel any more than necessary. Her plan was good, she thought -- but that might just have been the effects of the booze. Speaking of which, first stop was the all night corner store. Being Washington, which was a pansy state when it came to selling alcohol, all they had was beer -- which wouldn't mix well -- and wine coolers. It was good enough to keep the buzz, though, and she threw two back as soon as she paid for them. With a chuckle she realized she'd have to piss again soon. Not that she was planning to do that to Kevin again, as it really wasn't her usual thing, but it had been a lot of fun to degrade him. 

The next stop was an ATM. Normally, a wad of filched credit cards wouldn't hold much promise for her; sure, hardly anyone checked the damn things, but if someone did she was fucked, and probably on camera. Even if she ran, that could undo all her trickery. But the company had its own secure database, one that used a four digit PIN -- 'just like a bank card,' they'd said -- for the CPAs to get access. A couple months ago, while she'd been warming up on Kevin, she'd lost her own access due to some indecipherable IT screw up. Kevin, gallant and horny hero that he was, had provided his own. It was reasonable to assume that he used the same code on multiple things, just for simplicity, and a few minutes with the ATM confirmed it. On every single one of his debit cards. Jesus, the pig almost deserved it after that. He had some major cash, too -- holy crap, he had over fifty thousand in his checking accounts. The partnership paid well, but that was still nearly a year's salary; who the hell kept that much money around? No wonder he'd never done a girl's ass before, he must never get out to do anything. She took out a grand -- his cards were capped, of course, but she was more than content. It sent a great message, that Elise would take anything from him she could, and it padded tonight's expenses. 

Then it was back to the sex shop she'd visited earlier. The walk was more interesting this time; the night was colder, which sent a shock between her legs, an area still wet from her juices and Kevin's mess. She also realized just how short her skirt was; at the office, with hose, it was risqué. In the hilly stretches of down town, without a scrap underneath, it wasn't much more than a display case. She loved it at first, but blushed red when two boys behind her on an escalator openly commented about her hairless cunt -- she even heard the recorded clicking sound effect of a camera phone -- but she only pressed her thighs together and refused to turn around. The last thing she wanted was her face on some internet up-skirt photograph. When she reached her destination she was humiliated and wet all over again, wondering how many people had caught a glimpse on the way. 

The first thing she did was survey the racks for underwear, and she wasn't disappointed. It was trashy: the sort of stuff internet porn models wore, designed to display more than cover; just lace, mesh and translucent fabric. It would provide a bit more decency on the rest of the shopping trip, however, and that's all she needed. A couple collars and leashes were next, and an anorexic, tattooed sales girl with purple hair named Rachel helped her to find some dildos. Since she'd never put out, Elise may have been more of a prude than Eleanor thought. If the two victims compared stories later she wanted them to match, so Elise's ass was going to have to hurt in the morning. The thought sent its own thrill through her body, and again Eleanor was taken aback. Why all the excitement over a chick? Sure the girl was pretty -- she was gorgeous, the slut -- and she'd been so nice once, before all this started. Hell, she'd even displayed some of the submissive traits that had made Kevin so appealing once. For an uncomfortable month she'd even started to think the younger girl was hitting on her, until she stole Kevin and proved which team she batted for. 

Rachel dropped a hint about her own team, however, with a frank offer to help Eleanor test out her new purchases, and Eleanor followed up with delight. Maybe she could get this out of her system, and although it was Elise's sensual, classy body that she was lusting for, her rival was unconscious -- and unlikely to be appreciative when she woke up, either. So she and the clerk flirted and touched one another, groping and laughing over their own obscenity as they perused the toys and began to assemble a sizable pile of merchandise. After all, a lot of her haul would have to be left with Elise; when this little shopping extravaganza came to light, that skank would have to think the shopping trip was her own purchases just as much as Kevin would. They piled on straps, whips, more handcuffs and a couple of PVC suits in Elise's size -- the mental picture of her fellow CPA coming to the office dressed in one was just too hilarious to resist, as was the thought of the girl waking up in something really nasty. She bought condoms and two chastity belts -- it felt so damn poetic -- and pulled Rachel into the dressing room when she was trying on a harness. 

The girl was eager and willing, the classic Capitol Hill counter culture lesbian, a half dozen years younger than Eleanor -- just out of the nest and rebelling against her parents. She'd settle down in a couple years, probably, become just another vapid suburban housewife with a dried up twat and memories of a phase, but for now she'd do anything. So Eleanor didn't waste words. Once the strap on was cinched in place she just pushed the girl to her knees, taking a hard handful of the bright purple hair and plunging the rubber cock down the sales girl's face. She gagged and sputtered, but grinned as she flashed her tormentor a challenging look. The next thrusts slipped into her throat without difficulty; obviously the little lezzie knew how to handle dick, too. 

Sexy as the view was, pleasuring a dildo didn't do much for Eleanor. Lifting the black rubber penis she pushed Rachel lower, against her pussy, and made guttural sounds of pleasure as the clerk attended her. The little dyke knew what to do with another woman, or Eleanor's first time with a woman -- well, first time with a willing and conscious one, anyways -- was too much. She grunted through an orgasm that made up for Kevin's immature fumbling, cumming over and over while Rachel refused to stop. 

When her legs threatened to give out Eleanor took charge again. She still hadn't bothered to ask permission for anything, even unspoken, and it was such a turn on that she kept with it. She pulled the girl up, tearing hairs out to pry her away from wet cunt. Eleanor bent the girl over without a word, pulling Rachel's pink thong to the side and flipping the black skirt up onto her back. She dipped a finger into the girl's pussy, grinning at the moisture and Rachel's sharp gasp, then she leaned forward, lined up her rubber cock and drove into the girl. 

She pounded Rachel like she'd thrust against Kevin, hard and brutal. Usually she built her subs up to this point, long and slow, but tonight Eleanor just didn't give a shit. She wasn't a safe, sane and consensual loving dominatrix. She was a fucking bitch. She wasn't even human, just lust and need and tits and pussy and ass. Rachel was too oblivious to care, though; she loved it. She moaned, and when she tried to muffle the sounds so other customers wouldn't hear Eleanor spanked her pale cheeks and told her to scream. She did, and begged for more, so loud anyone shopping would hear it, and probably anyone passing by on the street, too. When Rachel came, Eleanor slipped from her pussy and drove into her ass with no more lubrication than her pussy juice. She gave a few hard pushes to end the passion in a burst of pain and lust. The purple haired girl cursed her for it, screaming at the violation and claiming to have been a virgin there, but Eleanor just left her squirming on the floor, hands holding her butt in agony. 

Stepping from the curtained room, Eleanor saw a crowd standing in stunned, lust filled silence and a pimple faced geek rooted at the counter with eyes wider than his face. She glared at him, unbuckling the harness and changing into a pair of lace panties before flipping her skirt back into place, too worked up to care that a dozen people saw her flash of nudity. "Ring me up, or do I have to fuck your ass too?" The boy blanched and sped through the purchase. He didn't even glance at the name on Kevin's corporate purchasing card -- that would be a fun one for her coworker to explain next month -- and as soon as her bags were packed he sprinted towards the dressing rooms. Eleanor wondered if he was going to help Rachel recover or finish fucking her, and hoped he'd do the latter. 

On the way back to the hotel she stumbled past the brightly lit façade of a tattoo parlor and it seemed to leap out from the line of cinder block buildings along the sidewalk to catch her attention. She stepped inside to flip through books of art and pictures, her mind roiling with ideas of how to get one of her captives tattooed. She'd had a sissy boy take her initials as a tattoo once, in her college days; a little EE right across his cock. The memory still turned her on even though everything else about that relationship had been a complete failure. She'd give anything to see 'Slut' or 'whore' inked across Elise's ass when she awoke, and a tat would be just the thing to completely flip Kevin out. But even drunk off her ass none of the ideas she came up with seemed remotely viable, which probably meant they were self destructively stupid. Not that any of her plans tonight weren't, but still: there was no way to get him down here and have him agree to what she wanted, especially without revealing her own identity, and if she brought in a passed out girl to have her labeled a whore the police would be involved. With a huff she gave up, and was turning to leave when her eyes alighted on the rings. Now those, they had some potential!

It only took a few minutes with her blackberry's web browser to find out what needed and another minute to memorize the technical details. Stepping up to the counter, she caught the attention of an overweight man, shirtless, covered from head to fingertips with skulls and motorcycles. A name badge identified him as Joe -- she winced as she realized the pin must be sticking through the skin of his chest. "Hey, Joe -- I'm a piercer from KC, came to Seattle for a bachelorette party...well, long story short, my stuff is at home but the girls are guilting me into working all night -- kind of a girl power thing, and a surprise for hubby. I need to buy some supplies; dozen 14 gauge needles, some goo...." She blathered on with some more recently-learned lingo while Joe looked at her doubtfully. She couldn't really blame him; she was obviously wasted, felt barely clothed, and after all the recent fucking she had to look like hell and smell like a whorehouse. She hoped that fit into her story, a bunch of wild girls on a bender, but in the end she felt pretty certain he was only convinced by the quantity of gear she wanted and the wad of Kevin's cash. 

Beaming with a sadistic glee, Eleanor rushed through the rest of her shopping; normally she would have lingered over the racks, but it was late and she found herself more enticed by what awaited her than the items in display cases. Nevertheless, she managed to accumulate several dresses, a collection of jewelry and an armload of lingerie. If the sex didn't traumatize Kevin into dumping the slut, finding himself out nearly five thousand dollars should do the trick.