The Shadow Circus

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As Bryn stared at herself in the full length mirror, admiring the fit of the sleek black dress that she was wearing, she could feel the butterflies in her stomach returning. For several days now she'd been planning for this night, and yet now that it was finally here, the teenager wasn't entirely sure that she could follow through with it. There was so much she didn't know still, so much that could go wrong. What if the password wasn't enough to get her in, she wondered as she reached up to tousle her long, blonde tresses. Or worse, what if her father saw her there, recognized her?

It wasn't likely, not with the mask that she would be wearing, but it was a possibility. The nineteen year old glanced down at the glittering silver and red masquerade mask sitting on the dresser next to her. It was a risk that she was going to have to accept if she was going to find out the truth about her father. And she had to know the truth. Two weeks ago she'd stumbled upon an invitation inside of her father's desk while she'd been looking for a pen. Across the top it read Shadow Circus and just below was printed a date and location. The invitation was simple, yet elegant and mysterious. She had wanted to ask her father about it, but she couldn't think of a way without revealing that she had gone through his desk which was a definite no-no.

The blonde's curiosity had gotten the best of her though. She'd gone to the internet in an attempt to find out what exactly the Shadow Circus was. At first she'd found nothing. None of her friends had ever heard of it. Her searches turned up nothing. At first. Then one night she'd stumbled upon a mention of the Shadow Circus on a blog. It was just a brief blurb, but after an exchange of emails with the owner of the blog she'd managed to learn that the Circus was a gathering of some type of secretive club, a very exclusive club. That was all she could get the blogger to reveal but it was enough to stoke the fires of Bryn's imagination.

Throwing caution to the wind, the teenager snuck into her father's office two nights later and searched his desk more thoroughly. The search turned up nothing. Well, nothing except the password to his computer. That had been the key. After an hour of searching his email she had finally found something. Bryn's father had several correspondences between himself and three other people, all of which were tagged as SC followed by a date, the same date that was on the invitation. The emails didn't reveal much, as if the foursome were talking in code, involved in some kind of conspiracy. She'd learned enough though. Enough to know that her father belonged to some kind of secret organization. They referred to themselves as the Revelers, and they were planning a masquerade ball of some kind, a ball known as the Shadow Circus.

Bryn's father had always been a private man, a quiet man, and yet the revelation that her father was living a secret life came as a shock to the blonde. She had always thought that they were close, even more so since her mother had passed away when Bryn was eleven, but clearly she didn't know him as well as she thought. And that alone was enough to turn her curiosity about the invitation into an obsession. Bryn was determined to find out more, to find out the truth about her father and the Shadow Circus. She monitored her father's email looking for any clues she could find. Then three nights ago she found out that there would be a password, a phrase, that would be required for people to enter the gathering.

Je m'offre à la nuit. It was french and translated to 'I offer myself to the night.'

Bryn felt a chill run down her spine as she read it, her mind racing with possibilities. But there were only possibilities. If she wanted the truth she would have to see it for herself. She would have to go to the Shadow Circus. That moment when she'd made the decision, in that instance, the butterflies had begun to stir, and every time she thought about it since, they returned. Despite her trepidation, Bryn hadn't once considered backing out. She was going to go and she was going to find out what her father was up to.

He had left the house about fifteen minutes ago, saying that he had to go to the office and that he would be very late. The nineteen year old knew that wasn't true, and yet there wasn't a hint of insincerity in his voice, not a clue that he was lying to her. The thought that he could so easily deceive her sent shudders down her spine. Did she really know him at all? If not, maybe after the night was over she finally would.

With that thought in mind, Bryn grabbed the mask from the dresser, her keys and her phone and made her way out of the house. It was late and the night sky was dark, no moon, only a few dim twinkling stars, the cool air licking against the skin on her bare legs and arms. She took a deep, steadying breath before sliding into her car and starting the engine. After another deep breath she pulled out of the driveway and followed her father into the night.

 

[saedo]

I checked my tie in the hall mirror as I picked up my keys. Tonight wasn't black tie, but a certain formality was expected. As a longtime attendee of such functions, I endeavored to dress the part.

"Bryn, I'm leaving," I called up the stairs. "I'll be back late, so don't wait up."

I waited till I heard her muffled response. My daughter had been sequestered in her bedroom for the last few hours. I wasn't sure what she was up to, but I'd been trying to give her more privacy now that she was in college. While part of me still remembered the little girl in frilly pink dresses and patent leather shoes, Bryn was now an adult. As such, I was trying to treat her accordingly.

Of course, tonight was a good night for her disinterest. I'd told her that tonight was a work event. Technically that was sort of true; a few of the attendees did work for my company's clients. However, we assuredly would not be discussing business. Equally assuredly, I did not want my daughter to know the true purpose of tonight's event.

I'd been a member of the Revelers for nearly a decade now - a fact I'd concealed from nearly everyone I knew, including Bryn. Especially Bryn. Being a secret society, one simply didn't talk about it. Being a secret sexual society made me doubly cautious about Bryn catching wise.

After we'd lost Sandra to cancer, I never wanted Bryn to think that I was replacing her mother with another woman. However, my intent to forever remain true to my wife proved more difficult than I expected. Ultimately, my need for physical intimacy became undeniable. The Revelers let me maintain the illusion of unending devotion to Sandra while satisfying my libidinous cravings.

Satisfied I'd maintained my facade as the boring, dutiful father Bryn knew and loved, I got in my car and made the trip into downtown. Tonight was actually one of our theme events, so I was especially excited. Our events were always entertaining, but I particularly enjoyed the themed ones.

I parked my car at a garage and walked the block and a half to the event's location. The exterior door looked just like the first few I passed - a dull green with brass numbers, lit by a single overhead light. Only if you were invited would you know what awaited you behind number 3907.

I opened the door and stepped into a softly lit foyer. A pair of broad-shouldered men in black suits flanked an inner door. The shorter one spoke. "May I help you?"

"Je m'offre à la unit," I responded.

My French was mediocre at best, but my pronunciation was apparently sufficient to pass muster. "Welcome, sir," the shorter one said as the other opened the inner door.

I walked through the door and found myself facing a young woman manning a coat check counter. I handed her my overcoat, which she took with a quiet smile. In turn, she handed me a black cloth mask. "Here you are, sir. You are to put this on before you enter the Shadow Circus," she instructed.

I grinned as I tied the soft cloth ties behind my eyes. The mask covered everything from my forehead down past the tip of my nose, leaving only my eyes and mouth clearly visible. I, along with the rest of tonight's guests, would be anonymous.

Following the check girl's direction, I headed down the hall. A pair of dark wooden doors barred the way. I could hear the low thrum of multiple conversations from the other side. The Circus was in full swing. Time to join in. I pushed open the doors and strode through.

 

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"Je m'offre à la nuit," Bryn said to the imposing pair of doormen, her stomach doing cartwheels. She knew there was a chance that the password wouldn't be enough to get her in to the gathering. In that split second as she waited for the men to react she wondered for the hundredth time if she shouldn't have attempted to forge an invitation similar to the one she had found in her father's desk. She knew there was a possibility that she would be required to present the invitation before being granted entry.

"Welcome," one of the darkly dressed men finally said as he ushered the blonde to the next door which was now held open by his companion. Bryn breathed an audible sigh of relief and smiled as she slipped through the door.

Seeing the young woman behind the counter, and the assortment of masks in front of her, the nineteen year old reached up and tapped her own mask, "Brought my own."

"Of course, miss, welcome to the Shadow Circus, enjoy," the attractive young woman responded directing Bryn to another set of doors with a wave of her hand.

Okay, Bryn, you can do this. Just step through those doors. No one is going to know who you are, no one is even going to notice you, just slip through the crowd, find dad, see what this whole thing is about and then you can slip out unnoticed.

Inspired by her pep talk, the blonde stepped into the darkness beyond the doors and was immediately greeted by music and candle light and the murmur of lowered voices. The main room was much larger and more ornately decorated than she would have expected based on the building's exterior and from where she stood, Bryn could see that there were multiple rooms branching off of that first room. People mingled casually, sipping wine or champagne, all dressed very well, all wearing masks of one form or another. It was every bit the mysterious masquerade ball that she had envisioned.

As the teenager slowly moved deeper into the room she found herself very aware of eyes on her from multiple directions, watching her, and making no attempt to hide it. For a moment she wondered if the tight black mini-dress that she'd chosen was revealing too much, but after a few moments she realized that she was not the only object of attention. The men and women behind the masks were taking advantage of their anonymity, letting their eyes wander unabashedly.

Eventually Bryn found her way to a second room and was greeted with a sight she hadn't expected. In the center of the room on a small leather sofa, two women were sitting very close together, their lips eagerly pressed together, and their hands exploring one another's bodies. They appeared to be completely oblivious to the fact that there were a dozen people around them. Bryn found herself watching the two women, one a brunette with long hair pinned up behind her hair, and the other a redhead with short hair. Like the blonde, some of the other guests in the room watched intently, while others acted as if nothing unusual was happening.

A moment later, the redhead pulled herself from the lips of the brunette and quickly slipped her dress off her shoulders, working it down to her waist and baring her breasts in the process. The brunette immediately leaned forward and began to let her tongue dance around one nipple. Bryn, in shock at the sight, turned and started toward another room only to be greeted by the sight of a tall, muscular man standing next to the door way with two young women on their knees in front of him. One of the women was licking the head of the man's cock, while the other bent low and let her tongue flicker against his testicles.

Suddenly sure exactly what type of secret gathering she had followed her father into, the nineteen year old began to feel even more nervous than she had before she'd entered. Now the eyes that followed her seemed much more sinister than they had before. Bryn slipped past the man and the two kneeling women into the next room only to bump directly into someone.

It was only after she looked up into the man's eyes that she realized it was her father.

 

[saedo]

I entered the main room and stopped first at the bar. Scotch on the rocks in hand, I made a slow wandering around the room. I made polite conversation with a handful of members; even though they were masked, I'd been attending long enough to recognize some individuals by just their general build and the outline of their jaws.

By tradition, the main room was restricted to just conversation. I wandered out into one of the side rooms to see if there was anything more exciting going on. On the first night of the Circus, I liked to "warm up" by watching others at play.

Sure enough, some of the more exhibitionist members had already begun to lose clothing and engage in various amorous activities. I drifted through the various rooms, watching men and women in various states of undress as they sucked and fucked.

*THUD*

Distracted by a svelte brunette with her tongue buried in redhead's pussy, I'd collided unexpectedly with someone else. I turned and discovered it was a blonde woman. Her face was dominated by a silvery mask, but her hair was elegantly coiffed in an upswept style. Despite the mask, my instincts suggested that she was quite a beauty.

The smoothness of her skin suggested she was young. Definitely 20s - maybe even early 20s. That meant she was probably not a Reveler herself; most of the members were my age or older - some even in their 60s. Granted, more than a few of the male members were on their second or third marriage and had some young wives. However, the Revelers recognized that these events were much more enjoyable when there was significant female attendance, so they regularly employed professional escorts. (The affluence of the Revelers' membership ensured that the organization always had plenty of funds.)

My gaze swept lower down to appraise her figure. It took a conscious act of will not to whistle in appreciation. This lady had an absolutely phenomenal rack. Her little black dress hugged her torso like a second skin, highlighting the incredible swell of each nearly-perfect sphere. Despite their size, they swelled outward as if immune to the forces of gravity. They seemed all the more impressive given the slenderness of her torso, which narrowed to a delightfully narrow waist before flaring into a luscious pair of hips. Good God, what a fox!

I felt a slight twinge of regret at the lustful thoughts I briefly entertained towards this woman. Attending these events had been easier when Bryn was still in middle school. Nowadays, every time I saw one of these curvaceous young things, it was hard to ignore that they probably were only a few years older than my daughter.

It was particularly noticeable with this one. Her hair was almost identical to Bryn's, though I thought Bryn's was longer. Bryn was also certainly busty, just like her mother, but definitely not nearly as voluptuous as the beauty before me. Of course, I'd have grounded my daughter for a week if she tried leaving the house in a dress that tight or a skirt that short. Fortunately Bryn would never do that; I'd raised a good girl.

I smiled politely at the young woman. "Sorry about that," I rumbled. "Guess we were both a little distracted."

The mask made it hard to tell, but I think she might have blushed a little. I found myself fondly inclined towards her and she hadn't even said a word. I considered for a moment speaking more to her, but at that moment I heard a familiar voice. "Ooh, that's a nice one you've got there, big boy! Think you can get it up again so I can have a turn?"

A wide grin split my face. Claire was here. I glanced over my left shoulder and spotted the back of her brunette mane about a dozen yards away. The squat-figured woman was currently addressing a man whose limp cock was presently dangling out of his open fly. No doubt Claire was licking her full lips at the prospect of sucking him off. Claire loved giving head - and she was damn good at it.

"Pleasure bumping into you," I murmured to the luscious blonde. "Enjoy the festivities." I turned and began maneuvering through the crowd towards Claire.

 

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Bryn was breathless, either from the impact of colliding with her father's solid frame, or the shock of realizing that she was standing directly in front of him with nothing but the glittering half mask to hide her identity. As she stared up into his eyes, the teenager wondered if her father would see through her disguise simply by looking into her eyes as she had his, but even as she watched for some glimmer of recognition, she saw his gaze slip from her face and down over her body, lingering there for several moments.

Bryn blushed profusely, her cheeks burning as she realized that her father had just checked her out, and apparently liked what he saw. The nineteen year old was suddenly aware of just how much of her breasts were visible in the low cut dress and just how much of her long, shapely legs were revealed. If it weren't for the protection her mask offered, she would never have felt comfortable venturing out in public in a dress that...scandalous. As awkward as the moment was for Bryn, having her father checking her out was, she realized, a good thing, because that meant he hadn't recognized her. The blonde took a slow, calming breath.

"Sorry about that," her father rumbled. "Guess we were both a little distracted."

Bryn blushed again, deeper, realizing that her father thought she had run into him because she'd been distracted by the man leaning against the wall, the man who was being serviced by the two kneeling women. Of course, she had been, but still, having her dad catch her watching something like that was embarrassing...of course, he didn't know who she was, so it wasn't like he really caught her. Everyone nearby was watching the impromptu blowjob, so it wasn't like she had anything to be ashamed of, Bryn told herself.

"Sorry, sir," the blonde murmured, glancing up at him without making eye contact.

"Pleasure bumping into you. Enjoy the festivities."

With that the teenager's father disappeared into the crowd, leaving her standing alone and confused about what she should do. A part of her wanted to just leave, to get as far away from the sexually charged masquerade ball as quickly as she could, but at the same time, Bryn wanted to know more. Specifically, she wanted to know what her father was doing there, what he planned on doing while he was there.

As she stood there by the doorway, trying to decide what to do, the blonde found herself once again watching the two women performing fellatio on the lucky guy in front of her. His cock, which had only been partially erect when she'd first seen it, was now fully engorged and quite large. As she watched, Bryn found herself wondering whether the women knew the man or if they were perfect strangers. Did the women know one another or had they simply both shared the same desire at the same moment and chosen to act upon it?

After another minute, the man reached down and took hold of his manhood, beginning to stroke it as the two women, both of whom still wore masks over the top half of their faces, stared up at him adoringly. Then with a groan, the tall, muscular man climaxed, spilling thick, white semen down onto their waiting tongues. The teenager gasped audibly at the sight. Others responded with polite applause as the two women finished their encounter by kissing one another.

As Bryn moved back through the room, deciding to find her father and see what he was up to, she was very aware that her nipples had grown hard and were rubbing against the fabric of her dress, and as much as she might not want to admit it, she was aroused by what she'd seen. And she wanted to see more.

 

[saedo]

I slipped through the crowd till I stood behind Claire. The current object of her attention was a younger man - early 30s would be my guess. He wore an expensive suit of dark wool. That made his pink, soft dick dangling out his pants fly all the easier to see.

His cock was a decent size and glistening with moisture. No doubt he'd just gotten his rod polished. A dribble of cum oozed out the tip. Tsk tsk - his partner had been sloppy. Now he'd have a spot on his pants.

The likely bestower of his blow job sat next to him on the couch. A slender woman in a tight dress, she wore her dark blonde hair short and spiky. Her lipstick was slightly smeared and she was presently wiping up what I could only assume to be a lingering dollop of his jism off her chin. Sloppy, but some guys like that.

Judging by his arm on her shoulder and the cautious, territorial gaze she was giving Claire, they were obviously a couple. Probably had been together at least a couple year and were now contemplating having kids, settling down. Folks their age tended to show up at Revelers events around that stage. Facing parenthood, one or both of them had a sudden urge to sow wild oats and prove that they were still sexually adventuresome. For example, by performing fellatio in a room full of people.

Judging from the look on the guy's face, he wasn't likely to get his cock up again anytime soon. I expected that when he thought of hooking up at a sex party, Claire wasn't what he had in mind. Fortunately, I knew better the treat he was passing up and was glad not to have to wait my turn.

"Give the poor man a break, Claire," I said pleasantly.

Claire turned and her face broke into a smile. "Teddy Bear! I wasn't sure you'd be here. You're usually here nice and early."

Face to face, it was easier to understand the young man's apprehension. If you expected these events were wall-to-wall runway models, then Claire was a cold splash of reality.

To call her fat seemed unduly harsh in my opinion, but plump was certainly accurate. Certainly the hefty mounds of breast flesh poking out from her dress were beneficiaries of this extra heft, but so too were her hips and thighs. Claire was also only 5'2", so this fleshiness on her compact frame added to her roly-poly appearance.

Of course, what was likely really throwing him was the significant belly swelling outward from her lower midsection. If you expected lanky models only to find yourself getting hit on by a short, plump, and very pregnant housewife, it could be a bit disconcerting.

Fortunately, Claire and I had been doing this for a few years now, so I wasn't the slightest surprised when she sidled up to me and fondled my balls through my pants. "Mmm, they feel heavy. Got a big, thick load saved up for me?" she purred, her full lips grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"You know I always save my first one for you, darling," I murmured. Which was true. Claire and I had discovered that we provided both mutual sexual satisfaction as well as an excellent opening act.

"Perfect," she cooed. Though I towered over her by over a foot, she guided me back to an empty couch almost effortlessly. With the dexterity born of herding her three - soon to be four - young children, she unbuckled my belt with one hand. My boxer briefs followed my pants to my ankles before she sent me toppling back into the cushions.

Her bright red lips grinned as she knelt between my thighs. "Still the biggest by far, Teddy Bear," she cooed as her fingers cupped my cock and hauled it into view.

I kept my eyes on hers, enjoying the mischievous glint as she began to massage my shaft. Consequently, I didn't see but only heard some of the quiet gasps and surprised interjections. Even flaccid, my cock was easily bigger than probably half the men here. Fully aroused, its length was somewhat above average, but its girth was so immense that we were sure to draw a crowd.

Which of course was exactly what Claire wanted. From what I could piece together, back in her early 20s, she'd been a sexual whirlwind. But after a few years of lusty abandon, she fell in love and got married. Still, her wild streak wasn't totally quelled by matrimony and parenthood, so she'd joined the Revelers. Wanting to stay at least somewhat true to her vows, she never did anything more than oral sex. Apparently she found sufficient thrill giving men blow jobs to satisfy her lustful urges

She put on quite a show, too. Her expert use of tongue coaxed my cock to swelling in her hands. She made sure to emphasize its heft and offer pleased commentary with its size and feel. This was as much for my benefit as for the audience. I knew that after Claire's performance, I would not lack for female companionship the rest of the Circus. Many women found my size intimidating, but seeing roly-poly Claire take such obvious delight in stroking my meaty shaft would encourage some of those women to approach me with lust in their eyes later on.

Claire's performance lasted several minutes. Her skill was such that she could bring me to the brink and hold me there almost without end. It was delicious agony for me.

At last, she'd shifted towards the finale. My cock by this point had swollen to obscene dimensions. Claire positioned her lips at the tip and then parted them wide. The massive knob at the end seemed impossibly huge, so you could hear the surprised cries of "Oh my God!" as the fist-sized head slipped fully inside.

Impressive as that was, Claire wasn't yet finished. Breathing sharply through her nose, she sucked more of my monstrous cock inside. The crowd became animated as they realized that she was actually deep-throating me. You could actually see her slender neck bulge as inch by swollen inch crept past.

Honestly, I easily could have let loose. Claire had me at a fever pitch already, so the warmth of her mouth was enough to drive me over the edge. But I held back because I knew this part of the act was for Claire. I knew without even looking that there wasn't a man in this room without a raging erection. After deep-throating me, Claire would have dozens of men all clamoring for her skills. She'd have all the male attention she could handle for the rest of the Circus.

Thus, I waited until Claire's nose buried itself in the tight curls at the base of my thick shaft before I gave in. Groaning loudly, I fired shot after thick shot into Claire's eager belly.

When my cock ceased twitching and began to soften, Claire began disinterring me. She sucked loudly on me as she did so, making sure to drain every last drop from me. There'd be no drops of cum on my pants - not while she was doing me.

Claire helped me back to my feet and gently packed my cock back into my pants. She gave me a thorough once over - even reaching up to straighten my tie. Satisfied I was presentable, she smiled up at me. "That was delightful, Teddy Bear."

Coasting on my post-orgasmic bliss, I grinned back. "Absolutely incredible, darling. You are unquestionably the best there's ever been."

Her smile widened at the praise. "Excellent. See you next time."

Claire turned back towards the couch with the young couple. Both were staring with amazement at Claire. His hand was wrapped around his slender dick while his wife's clearly had been fingering herself.

I chuckled and left them to Claire's mercies. After my performance, it was time for a break. I set out for the bar. I'd enjoy a drink while I decided whom else to play with tonight.

 

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Bryn came to an abrupt halt, her jaw dropping open as she finally located her father in the throng of masked men and women. He was seated on a couch against the wall, his pants and boxers down around his ankles and a woman kneeling in front of him. The teenager had arrived just in time to see the obviously pregnant woman lift her father's cock up in front of her face. He wasn't erect, and yet intuitively, Bryn was sure that her father's cock was even bigger than the man in the other room, much bigger, she thought as she finally managed to close her mouth.

It was easily the most shocking thing the blonde had ever been confronted with, and yet she found herself unable to turn away. Her chest heaved and her heartbeat began to race as she watched the kneeling woman take her father's cock into her mouth. She very clearly knew what she was doing, and Bryn's father was most definitely enjoying it judging by the look on his face and the way his manhood grew in size.

"Quite a show, huh?" a man said as he stepped up next to Bryn, his lips close to her ear.

"What, oh, yes...its impressive," the teenager managed to say, glancing at the newcomer for just a moment before turning her attention back to her father. He was dressed impeccably and appeared to be handsome beneath the mask he wore, but Bryn was more concerned with the sight of her father receiving a blowjob.

"You are quite impressive as well," the man responded. Bryn could see him leering at her chest from the corner of her eye, but made no attempt to move away from him. She watched intently as the pregnant woman began to slowly take her father's massive cock into her mouth. The blonde teen's nipples were aching now and her panties were damp and warm.

"I'm Matthew," the man next to her said.

"Alice," she murmured, surprised that she had actually remembered to use a fake name.

"Pleasure to meet you, Alice," Matthew replied.

Bryn barely noticed as the man moved closer, slipping behind her until his chest was pressed against her shoulder. He was staring down the front of her dress at her heaving breasts as she continued to stare at the sexual performance in front of her. Even as she marveled at the sight of her dad's engorged member, she noticed that Matthew had a hard bulge in his pants which was pressed against her ass. He was rubbing himself against her. The blonde knew that she should stop him, but she couldn't, anymore than she could stop watching her father getting his dick sucked right in front of her.

Matthew apparently decided that Bryn's lack of objection was consent, because a moment later he slipped a hand around the teenager's waist and lifted it up to cup her left breast firmly. It felt good to her even if she didn't know who Matthew was, or anything about him. She needed it at that moment.

As the young blonde continued to watch the kneeling woman blow her father, she slipped a hand down to the bulge in the front of Matthew's pants. Without even thinking about what she was doing, Bryn unzipped the stranger's pants and pulled his cock out. She began to stroke his length as he continued to grope her tits. A moment later Matthew pulled the front of her black dress down until her left breast popped out.

The teenager gasped softly at the feel of the open air on her exposed breast, then again as Matthew's hand closed over it again, fondling her aggressively as she continued to jerk him off. Bryn had never been one for one night stands or casual sex, but something about the Shadow Circus had sent her desire into overdrive. Her eyes grew wider as she saw the pregnant woman completely deep throat her dad's thick manhood.

A moment later she watched in awe as her father climaxed, spilling his seed down the kneeling woman's throat. Between the sight of her father's orgasm and the feeling of her hard, aching nipple being teased, Bryn could feel her whole body tingling, especially her wet pussy. As her father eventually stood and pulled his pants up, the spell was broken. With a whimper she released her grip on Matthew's now rigid cock, and pulled away from him.

"I'm sorry, this was a mistake," the blonde said in a hushed voice as she pulled her dress up enough to cover her breasts. With one last look at her father, Bryn rushed past Matthew and out of the room.

Five minutes later, the teenager was in her car, her legs spread wide, her panties on the floorboard as she buried two fingers in her sopping pussy. Her pulse raced as she fingered herself furiously, her other hand kneading her left breast which she had freed from her dress. Her thoughts flickered from images of the masked man having his cock sucked by the two beautiful women, to thoughts of Matthew standing behind her, fondling her, to the feel of his cock in her hand, even the sight of the two women kissing on the couch. But when her imagination finally turned to thoughts of her father, and his thick, monstrous manhood, Bryn came hard, moaning loudly and leaving a sticky mess on the leather seat.

When she could finally breath again, the teenager finally slipped the glittering mask from her head, tossing it into the passenger seat before starting the engine and pulling away from the curb, leaving the Shadow Circus behind for the moment, though her thoughts would be plagued by what she'd seen for hours to come.

 

[saedo]

As I expected, soon found myself chatting with half a dozen female attendees. All were fans of my performance with Claire. I smiled politely as we chatted and flirted. I really liked this aspect of the Circus. In the real world, I'd need to pursue each of these women individually. Here, I waited as they came to me.

I was tempted to string them along for a bit and further stoke their desire. Though each wanted me individually, I was fairly confident that with a little persuasion and another round of drinks, I could get two of them to participate in a threeway.

A glance at my watch suggested that plan might have to wait till another night. My cover story would explain me being out late, but not all night. I didn't want to worry my daughter unnecessarily.

"Ladies, I've enjoyed speaking with you, but I think I'd like to stretch my legs. I do hope to see more of you - much, much more of you - later in the week." The women all tittered at my double entendre, so I knew I'd likely be seeing them later in the week. "Perhaps one you would like to walk with me? Terry?"

The dark-haired woman's brown eyes lit up with delight at having been chosen. She was not my personal favorite. Her long, lanky frame was spare on the curves I found more pleasing. Clearly she was in shape, but her ass was almost boy-like.

Still, I tried to force myself to experiment outside my traditional preferences on occasion. After all, I nearly gave Claire a pass my first time, figuring I could do better than her roly-poly figure. Fortunately her charm and persistence had won me over and I'd been rewarded with the most skilled fellatio I'd ever experienced. As such, I tried to experiment outside my traditional fetishes just in case I might find something extraordinary.

Terry, unfortunately, wasn't. She was by no means terrible, but nor was she a great lay either. As I expected, her taut ass felt oddly unfeminine as I grabbed it for leverage. She also insisted I wear a condom; while I certainly have no objection to such precautions, the inherent loss of sensation isn't my first choice.

She, at least, seemed to greatly enjoy it. Apparently she was here with her husband. He had no reservations about getting busy with a masked stranger, but Terry had been too shy on her first trip. "But when I saw you with that other woman, I just couldn't resist! I had to feel it for myself!" she gushed afterwards as we dressed.

I made my goodbyes and left. Not the most incredible night, but then you couldn't expect them all to be. As some wise man once said, even lousy sex is still pretty good. I'd go home with my libido at least partial satiated.

I managed to get home just before midnight. There was no sign of Bryn downstairs, but the light seeping out from beneath her bedroom door suggested she was still awake.

"I'm home, sunshine!" I called down the hall. "I'm going to take a shower; I smell like scotch and cigars." That was certainly true; sex wasn't the only vice the Revelers liked to indulge.

I took a long, warm shower. By the time I'd toweled off and put on T-shirt and shorts, nearly half an hour had elapsed.I went downstairs and made sure the doors were all locked.

I noted Bryn's bedroom door no longer leaked light from underneath the door, so I assumed she'd gone to bed. There'd been a time when I could open the door to check on her, but I'd slowly come round to accepting in her early teens that she was entitled to some personal privacy. I considered knocking, but I didn't want to rouse her if she was already asleep.

Letting my sleeping beauty lie, I did my rounds of the house, then made myself a peanut butter and peach preserves sandwich. I took my sandwich and a Diet Coke back to my bedroom. I watched Sportscenter while I ate. Now that I was laid, bathed, and fed, I could scarcely keep my eyes open. I turned off the TV and rolled over. Sleep soon claimed me.

 

[xFuckDollx]

Bryn felt dirty and she couldn't shake the feeling. Immediately after her impromptu finger fuck in the front seat of her car, the teen had driven home and taken a shower. Ten minutes after she got out, the blonde got back in and took another shower. It didn't help. She couldn't stop thinking about the things she'd seen at the Circus, or worse, the things she'd done. Bryn was no prude, but at the same time, the fact that she had just let a total stranger feel her up while she stroked his cock with her hand gave her reason to pause. Casual sex wasn't something she was in to.

And then there was her dad.

She didn't think she would ever be able to get the image of him sitting on that couch having his cock sucked by the short, pregnant woman he'd called Claire. How do you just forget something like that? she asked herself.

Maybe you shouldn't have stayed and watched it, came the response from another part of her brain. She'd didn't like that response.

After a third shower, Bryn had finally fallen asleep, and when she woke the next morning she felt a little better. But only a little. In the light of the new day, the rawness of what she'd seen and done was gone, but in its place were a million questions about her father and the secret life he was living. Those questions plagued her all day long, keeping her from focusing on anything else.

One question seemed to return over and over...are you going to go back tonight?

The blonde wasn't sure of the answer, at least not until nearly 9 pm when she found herself dressed in a red mini-dress and her black mask walking through the doors of the Shadow Circus for the second time.

 

[saedo]

On the second night, I decided to start off with something different. It had been several months since I'd ventured into the S&M section, so it seemed a natural place to start.

There were a few scenes ongoing, but the largest crowd was drawn to a particularly vocal female in the back. A somewhat chubby brunette was taking a thorough spanking from a gray-haired gentleman wielding a broad leather belt. Her hands were tied and suspended above her head by a metal ring in the wall; the position did marvelous things for her breasts. She wore nothing but a mask and a black thong.

Her partner looked to be early 60s but in reasonably good shape. He wore a wrinkled dress shirt, but was naked below the waist save for a pair of black socks. A hardy pink erection thrust outward from the salt-and-pepper curls of his groin.

The brunette kept calling him "Daddy" and pleaded with him to stop. He in turn called her "slut" or "whore" and was apparently punishing her for some transgression. He'd then periodically slap her backside with the belt. Red stripes welled up across her ass and thighs.

Still, it was plain they were both enjoying it. His erection made his delight unmistakable. Her squeals of pain trailed off into delighted moans. Her thong and inner thighs were also slick with her juices.

After a few minutes of this, he dropped the belt and positioned himself behind her. He yanked down her thong to mid-thigh and used his other hand to guide his cock into her. He began feverishly thrusting into her, eliciting a whole new series of moans and gasps from her.

It was at this point I learned his name was Larry. To my left was a platinum blonde in a skimpy black dress. Her hazel eyes glinted with an almost ferocious lust as she stared at the scene. Her left hand clutched her throat while her right hand was unabashedly thrust inside the pale lavender panties. In between soft moans of pleasure, she quietly grunted, "That's it, Larry! Fuck that bitch! C'mon, Larry, give it to her! That's it! That's it! You show her, Larry!"

What also attracted my attention was the other blonde next to her. She was clearly fascinated by the tableau on display, but not quite as comfortable as her companion in showing it. Her eyes gleamed with a milder version of the same lust. Her arms were folded across her chest, but her fingers cupped the generous swells of each breast, the nipples clearly visible through her dress.

At first I though them to be sisters, but their faces bore little resemblance. However, I suspected they shared the same personal shoppers and hair stylists given their outfits, hair, and makeup. Noting their figures, I added plastic surgeon to the list as well. Best friends, I guessed.

When Larry at last finished and collapsed exhaustedly, I sidled up to the blondes and struck up a conversation. My instinct about them proved correct. The vocal one was Ginny - wife of Larry. Probably his second or third, judging by the age difference. Her companion was Val and Ginny's friend "since forever".

Upon learning that this was Val's first visit to a Revelers' event, I grinned. "Then you definitely have to participate. That's the rule."

Val responded, "Oh no, I just wanted to watch," but she didn't put much force behind the words. I could see in her eyes the pent-up desire she was reluctantly holding back. She wanted to let loose, but just needed a little encouragement.

Fortunately Ginny was also on board. "C'mon, Val! Live a little!"

Caught between my coaxing and Ginny's prodding, Val soon yielded. I guided the two blondes to a quiet alcove away from the main crowd to begin my work.

 

[xFuckDollx]

As Bryn mingled amongst the crowd of masked men and women, some clothed, many not, she came to grips with the fact that, while she had first come to the Shadow Circus to satisfy her curiosity about her father, the truth was, she had returned to the Shadow Circus to satisfy curiosities about herself. She still had questions about her father's involvement, questions like how long had he been attending these gatherings, how had he first become involved, how many times had he been to functions like this, what did it truly mean to be one of the Revelers? But those weren't the most pressing questions running through the mind of the slender blonde, no, those questions, like why had she allowed a total stranger to fondle her, why had she fondled him in return, why had she been so fascinated by the sight of her father's sexual encounter, so aroused by her experience in the Shadow Circus that she hadn't even been able to make it home before gratifying herself in the front seat of the car, those questions were all about her.

She felt more relaxed on her second visit to the sexually charged gathering, more comfortable. She had after all managed to gain entry that first night without being discovered as a party crasher, and had managed to interact with the one person there who might actually recognize her, her father, without being detected. Without either of those fears to occupy her mind, the teenager was able to focus more clearly on the other attendees and their activities.

And there was no shortage of attractive people engaged in all manor of illicit activities from what Bryn had seen as she slowly moved through the near labyrinth of rooms. There were men and women who wore nothing but masks, and dozens of others that had one or more body parts exposed, from breasts and nipples to vaginas and cocks. And as for activities they varied from kissing and gentle petting to all out fucking, in couples and groups. There were women wearing blindfolds, and men with their hands tied, whips, chains, dildos and things that the teenager couldn't have named if she tried.

Some of the things Bryn saw scared her, even repulsed her, but the majority were arousing to her in one way or another. As she moved deeper into the rooms she found her own desire growing stronger and more intense, her nipples having swelled and stiffened, her face flush and hot and her panties damp. She had been approached by several men, and to her surprise, more than a few women, but had managed to beg off easily enough. The problem was, the more she saw the less she wanted to decline their offers.

In fact, she had nearly made up her mind to accept the next offer that came her way when she stumbled upon a shadowy alcove filled with three bodies, one of which she quickly realized was her father. A part of her wanted to simply move on, to find her own pleasure among the crowd, but her curiosity got the best of her as she leaned against a nearby column, her eyes peering eagerly into the darkened alcove.

 

[saedo]

"Your first time here?" I inquired.

Val nodded quietly. Fortunately Ginny was glad to supply more information. "Larry brought me to a few of these since we got married, but this is Val's first time. She hasn't had a good fuck in months because she keeps going out with these douchebags-"

Val gasped in shocked disagreement, but Ginny was undeterred. "Oh c'mon, Val, that Reggie guy was a tool. If you'd just try dating an older guy like I did instead of those 25-year-olds. Larry might not have abs of steel, but he's got money in the bank and he treats me right. And like you just saw, his cock works just fine."

I chuckled as Val's face turned a brilliant crimson. "Okay, then a quick ground rule. The safe word will be 'strawberry'. Anyone says that and the game stops. Otherwise, we keep playing. Understand?"

They both nodded.

"Good. Val, take off your clothes"

"Oh, I don't know," Val began, her eyes darting around. The folding screens set up around our little area created a separation from the rest of the room, but any curious passersby could readily step around them.

I put my hand on her shoulder and pulled her towards me. As her body twisted, my free hand slapped her buttocks. The slinky dress provided little protection, so she yelped. "Do as you're told," I cautioned her. "Get undressed. Ginny, help her."

Val still seemed a bit uneasy, but she couldn't readily resist her eager companion. Her dress slipped off her frame and pooled at her feet. Beneath she wore a matching set of lavender bra and panties.

"Underwear, too."

Val's eyes darted to the handful of onlookers who had paused to consider the scene. Clearly she was not used to being seen naked by strangers.

I interrupted her reluctance with another smack to the ass. She yelped and reached for the latch on her bra.

With Ginny's assistance, Val soon stood naked save for her high heels. One arm across her chest and the other cupping her crotch made a vain attempt to conceal her nudity. Her breasts were full and firm, their tan curves spilling out from behind her slender arm.

"On the bed," I directed. The screened alcove contained a narrow bed. The frame was smooth steel and included a permanent headboard of vertical bars.

Val sat down on the edge with almost no hesitation. She'd learned her lesson. She likewise complied when I had her lay down and then offer me each of her hands and feet in turn.

The Revelers always stocked the S&M rooms with toys, so I found some silk restraints nearby. The fabric wouldn't last long against a struggling captive, but I figured a novice like Val might find something sturdier too intimidating. I secured her by the wrists and ankles to the bed frame.

Her breasts thrust up proudly. I could feel the blood stirring in my groin; I always had been fond of a big rack. Her aerolae were unusually small, only slightly broader than the pink nipples at their center. I reached down and rubbed my thumb across the left one.

"I saw you earlier, Val. You liked watching Larry fuck that girl, didn’t you?"

Val blushed but said nothing.

"I asked you a question." This time my fingers pinched the nipple till she yelped.

"Yes!"

I pinched the other nipple. "Yes, what?"

"Yes, it turned me on!"

My hands cupped a breast in either hand, gently stroking the underside of each. "It made you want to come, didn’t it?"

"Yes. I mean, yes it - " she yelped as my fingers punished her for her initially incomplete answer. "Yes it made me want to come."

"In fact, you want to come right now."

"Yes, I want to come right now." I glanced down at her groin. Her self-tanning efforts weren't completely full body; narrow strips of pale flesh showed where her thong ordinarily lay.

"Would you like me to help make you cum?"

She paused a moment and I could see the muscles in her naked thighs strain a bit. "Yes, make me cum," she whispered.

I pinched the left nipple hard. "Manners, Val. Say 'please'."

"Please make me cum."

I could feel the heat in her breasts as I fondled her. "What was that? It's hard to hear when you whisper."

"Please make me cum."

"Louder."

"Please make me cum!"

"Louder."

"Please! Make me cum!" Val's voice was just shy of a scream. You could really hear the desperation.

I slid my right hand down her torso and stopped just where the thin strip of pubic hair - more brown than blonde, I noticed - ended. "Perhaps I will...." I murmured, toying with the curls.

 

[xFuckDollx]

Bryn watched astonished as the scene inside the darkened alcove unfolded. Her father, masked as he was the night before, shared the small space with two women, and as the teen watched, he took charge, issuing commands to one of the girls, forcing her to undress, touching her, making her beg. Bryn had not only never seen this side of her father, she'd wouldn't even have believed that such a side existed if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes. Heard his voice, that familiar, warm, rumbling voice, with her own ears.

But it was her father in front of her and even as the blonde saw this secret side of him for the first time, she was discovering new things about herself as well. Desires she'd never new were inside her.

"Please! Make me cum!" One of the girl's in the alcove cried out, clearly desperate for Bryn's father to pleasure her.

"You like to watch?" a voice said next to Bryn's ear. She was startled but did her best to hide it as she turned to look at the woman next to her. She was beautiful, no mask could hide that, with long, thick red hair and pale skin. Her eyes gleamed green from the depths of her mask as she stared back at the blonde. Bryn could tell the woman was older, but it was difficult to say how old, maybe 35, if she was guessing.

"Y-yes," the teenager finally admitted, her voice almost a whisper.

"It's okay, dear, no reason to be ashamed, the vast majority of the people here are voyeurs," the redheaded woman observed as she turned her attention to the threesome in the small alcove. "I myself enjoy a good show, though for me it's merely foreplay."

"I'm new...here," Bryn offered as she too turned her gaze back to her father's activities.

"That much I would have guessed," the woman responded. "My name's Lizbeth."

"I'm...Alice," the blonde replied, hesitating for a moment as she tried to remember the fake name she's used the first night.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Alice. If you don't mind me saying, you are beautiful," the redhead said, turning her head back to look at Bryn. "So beautiful that when I saw you pass by me earlier I couldn't resist the urge to find you and speak with you. I hope you don't mind."

"Uh, no..it's...flattering," the teen responded, her eyes slowly pulling away from her father and his friends to move back to Lizbeth's face. "You're very beautiful, too." For the first time, Bryn let her eyes take in more than just the woman's face. She was dressed in long black dress that was cut low enough to reveal an enticing amount of the redhead's rather large, round breasts. Similarly the back of the gown was cut low enough to reveal the curves of her lower back.

"You're kind to say so," Lizbeth said, smiling. "Can I get you something to drink? Champagne?"

"Uhm, sure, I guess," Bryn answered.

The redhead motioned with her hand and a moment later a handsome looking young man wearing nothing but a small loin cloth appeared with a tray in his hand, two glasses of champagne balanced atop it. Lizbeth took the glasses as she stepped closer to the teenager in the red dress. She moved so close in fact, that her body was pressed against Bryn's.

The blonde started to pull away but before she could the redhead slipped an arm around her shoulder and held one of the glasses to the girl's lips. Bryn parted her lips and took a sip as the other woman tilted the glass carefully. As Lizbeth lowered the glass, Bryn felt the woman's lips against her ear, "Watch the show, sweetie, watch and enjoy."

As the blonde turned her eyes back to the scene in the dark corner, she felt the redhead's lips move down to the side of her neck. She knew she should object, just as she should have objected when Matt had begun to grind against her the night before, but she didn't. In fact, the teen actually tilted her head to the side letting the older woman have access to her slender neck. A moment later Lizbeth slid a hand beneath Bryn's arm and cupped one of the girl's breasts firmly. Again, Bryn didn't object.

"I want to taste you, Alice, see if you are as sweet as you look," the green-eyed woman whispered, nipping playfully at the blonde's ear.

"Y-yes," Bryn answered after a long pause.

A moment later, Bryn was pressed against the wall at the entrance to the private alcove, her dress pushed up to her hips as Lizbeth knelt gracefully to the ground in front of her. The teenager gasped as she felt her panties pulled down to her knees, and again an instant later when she felt the redhead's mouth between her legs.

 

[saedo]

I let two fingers on my right hand brush across Val's pussy. Her tender flesh was slick with her own juices, so my fingertips glided with ease across the puffy lips.

I kept my touch light. When Val bucked against her constraints and attempted to grind against my hand, I let her thrusting hips push my touch away. She moaned in frustration as I refused to do more than tease her.

I chuckled. "No, I don't think you've earned it. Not yet. You've been naughty. Only good girls get to cum."

I turned my attention to Ginny. She stood close by, her gaze transfixed by my right hand as it gently massaged Val's nether region. Judging by the hardened nubs tunneling into her dress, Ginny was fiercely aroused. Her hands remained clear of her lavender panties, but I bet that wouldn't last much longer.

"Are you a good girl, Ginny?" I inquired. "Will you do as you're told?"

Ginny's gaze swung to meet mine. Her hazel eyes were clouded with lust and she seemed to only vaguely recognize me. "Yes," she whispered huskily.

I grinned. "Good, then you get to cum first." Ginny smiled as if she'd won the lottery.

I paid no mind to Val's moan of longing as I withdrew my hand from her crotch. "Remove your clothes," I said, pointing at Ginny.

Ginny was swift to avoid the mistakes of her friend. Her dress slipped off her as soon as Ginny found the zipper. Her lavender panties and matching bra followed.

I gave her a swift appraisal. Like Val, her body was trim and tanned all over. They likewise shared a very generous pair of breasts, but Ginny's aerolae were larger and puffier. Their similar hairstyles also extended below the waist, but Ginny's thin landing strip was almost black. Clearly she was not a natural blonde.

I wasted no time. I reached out with my right hand and cupped her sex. Ginny instinctively backed away for a moment at the unexpected touch, but then leaned towards me and sighed pleasantly. I pulled her in close and watched her face squish up with pleasure as the heel of my palm ground against her clit.

After I'd tantalized her a little while, I eased up on the pressure. "Turn around," I directed.

Ginny was clearly reluctant to break contact with my hand, but she did as told. She likewise offered no resistance when I took her left hand in mine and looped a few turns of silk around her wrist. I repeated the process with her right, securing her arms behind her back.

Ginny was clearly turned on by these minor restraints, so I indulged her for a moment. Facing her towards the bed so Val could watch, I reached around from behind to finger her. Val moaned enviously as Ginny began to coo and shiver at my touch.

"Still want to cum, Val?" I inquired from over Ginny's shoulder.

Val nodded emphatically. "Please!"

I smiled. "Then first you'll have to be good."

I grunted softly as I shifted my grip on Ginny and hoisted her into the air. I set her down astride Val's torso on the bed.

"Ginny here wants to cum, too, but she can't reach her pussy at the moment. So you'll help her cum."

I could tell by the looks the two women exchanged that this idea was a bit outside their comfort zone. Best add a little incentive. "And when you make Ginny cum, then you get to cum." I placed my hand between Val's thighs and lightly traced her pussy lips.

Val was convinced. Her head bent towards Ginny's crotch and soon she was lapping away at her friend's sex. Whatever reluctance Ginny had faded like a candle in the wind as soon as Val's tongue began tasting her tender flesh. I offered a massage of my own for Val. I kept it light - just enough to tease without pushing her over the edge.

The two women moaned, sighed, and shuddered with delight. Their burgeoning pleasure inspired me as well. The heavy lump paralleling my right thigh swelled and ached. I longed to attend to my own lust, but focused my attention on theirs. Ginny's climax sounded imminent and Val's would not be far behind.

 

[xFuckDollx]

The sunlight shining through the window wasn't the soft, muted rays of the morning sky, but rather the warm, bright light of midday by the time Bryn woke, groaning and covering her eyes. It was a few minutes before she was able to open her eyes without her hand against her brow to shield them, and in that few minutes the teenager had more than enough time to think about the events from the night before. As her memories came back to her she groaned again in protest. There was a blurriness to the memories caused by the excessive amounts of champagne she'd consumed, but unfortunately no amount of champagne could have completely erased the reality of the things she'd done at the Shadow Circus, or the things she'd seen.

Her first thought was of the redhead she's met, Lizbeth, and the things that she'd let the older woman do to her...the things that she'd begged for, things she'd done in reciprocation...if she couldn't still remember the feel of the redhead's lips between her legs, the feel of her tongue inside of her, the teenager would have said it was just her imagination...truth was, at some point, Bryn lost count of the number of orgasms she'd had, though she was relatively sure that Lizbeth had climaxed twice.

Bryn had never been with another woman before, nor had she ever had sex in public, surrounded by other people...of course that was only half the story of her sordid evening. The other half revolved around the things she'd watched her father do with the two women he was with. As talented as Lizbeth had been, more than half of Bryn's orgasms had been a direct result of the things she's seen her father doing, things he'd said, things he'd made those two women do for him...

With another groan, the blonde rolled out of bed and was surprised to realize that she had slept nude, which was unlike her. I'm just glad I made it home to my own bed, she thought, vaguely remembering a cab ride. After a trip to the bathroom and a quick shower, Bryn pulled on a matching pajama set that covered everything but her head, hands and feet.

With a sigh, the teen opened her bedroom door and ventured out into the hallway, wondering if her dad was home or whether he had ended up in some stranger's bed. She padded softly down the hallway to his bedroom and knocked lightly on the door. Not hearing an answer, Bryn opened the door and peeked in to see if her father was still sleeping.

 

[saedo]

I awakened gradually. I preferred to sleep in near total darkness, so heavy drapes covered all the windows. Judging from the faint twilight visibility created by sunlight seeping past the drapes, it had to be a blazingly bright day outside.

My alarm hadn't woken me, so it had to be Saturday. Good. I was allowed to sleep in on Saturday.

I flopped over on my back and idly rubbed my belly. My thoughts turned to last night. Oh, it had been quite the night. It hadn't worked out as I'd planned, but then part of the fun of the Shadow Circus was its unpredictable nature. Besides, the unanticipated results has proven rather enjoyable.

Ginny took a few minutes to warm up to Val's tongue, but soon she was urging her friend with great eagerness. Watching her ride Val's face was equal parts arousing and amusing. Seeing her nice rack bounce around as she bucked and grinded soon had my cock swelling.

At the same time, listening to her almost made me laugh. Ginny kept repeating "Oh fuck" the entire time. Her pitch, volume, and frequency intensified as she moved closer to and then finally hit orgasm, but the monotonous choice of expression seemed ridiculous by then.

As promised, I finished Val off with my fingers after Ginny climaxed. Val proved a bit more conventional in her orgasmic utterances, but every bit as delighted as her friend. Indeed, it hit her so hard that she could scarcely raise up her head to look at me afterwards.

Ginny was pretty drained as well, so I decided to give them a little recovery time instead of urging them to attend my lust. I instead let my attention shift to another nearby couple. Apparently the scene put on by our little threesome had proved inspiring to a couple in the crowd Many a Circus bystander will begin fondling themselves or a partner through their clothes when turned on by a scene, but this pair had moved directly to full-on sex just a short distance away.

The participants were a lovely redhead I didn't know and the blonde with the incredible tits from the night before. When I looked over, the blonde was braced against a wall with her dress shoved up around her midsection. Meanwhile the other woman's face was buried in the blonde's crotch .

The blonde was absolutely incredible to watch. Her breasts strained against the fabric of her dress as she arched her back. She had some outrageously thick nipples that looked almost ready to punch through the fabric. Her full lips parted to emit a most delightful series of moans and sighs. When her orgasm hit, she gave herself fully into it, producing some of the most adorable sounds of pleasure I'd ever heard. I found myself torn between wanting to gently cuddle her in arms and wanting to mercilessly fuck her till she begged me to stop.

When next I turned back to Ginny and Val, I discovered they'd started without me. I'd like to think that I'd primed the pump to their lesbian desires, but I knew I couldn't take full credit. I couldn't imagine anyone not wanting to fuck after listening to that blonde's orgasm.

This sequence of events that followed had been almost magical. As Val and Ginny began ramping up, the blonde and redhead shifted positions. By the time Ginny was squealing "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" again, the blonde had the redhead naked save for mask and high heels and eagerly spreading her thighs. Seemingly out of nowhere, we had two pairs of hot lesbians performing in stereo.

By this point, my cock had turned to as hard as iron. You'd have to be blind not to see the gargantuan bulge in my pants. Oh God, how I wanted to wade in and bury myself balls deep inside one those dripping wet pussies.

But I resisted my impulse, though. In what little of my conscious mind that hadn't been subsumed by my libido, I realized that my presence would only detract from the scene. What those four women had was unspeakably beautiful and erotic. To interfere with that would just be wrong.

I drifted to the sidelines and merely observed. Their positions and partners shifted and changed as they experimented with new pleasures. It was breathtaking.

Unfortunately, that description became quite literal for me. I know not how long I'd been watching, but I found myself feeling lightheaded. Though I initially dismissed it, the sensation grew too intense to ignore. I stumbled away from the crowd of onlookers and found a quiet place to sit down. I rested there for several minutes, taking deep cleansing breaths till I felt better.

When I felt like myself again, I meandered back to the scene. Things had begun winding to a close in my absence. The amazing blonde had departed, so it was just the remaining three. They too were nearly exhausted. They managed a handful of orgasms more before Ginny collapsed, croaking "No more, no more." The other two swiftly agreed and with that, the scene ended.

Larry came to collect Ginny and Val. He had to support both of them to keep them upright as they stumbled towards the door.

The redhead didn't even make it that far. After putting her dress back in place, she wandered off. A short while later, I saw her curled up on a couch - sound asleep . Her face was lit up with a smile that suggested the most pleasant of dreams.

I wanted desperately to stuff my throbbing cock into one of the quartet, so I searched the other rooms for the blonde. I didn't find her. I considered seeking solace in one of the other women, but that felt inadequate. After seeing those four women in action I wanted to demonstrate how much I appreciated and admired their performance. To just fuck some random woman seemed disrespectful of the art I'd witnessed. In the end, I spent about an hour at the bar sipping expensive scotch and waiting for my erection to subside.

I drove home in the wee hours. I made special care to tiptoe up to my room. While Bryn had likely been asleep for hours and was certainly used to me showing up well after midnight on occasion, I wanted to avoid waking her. My lengthy arousal had left a hefty stain on my pants from all the precum dribbling down my leg and I didn't want her seeing that. Fortunately I made it into my bedroom unnoticed.

I lay there now with pleasant memories of the night before giving a smile to my face. That, and a growing warmth in my groin. Recollections of those incredible women gradually coaxed my cock out of my boxers. I let it drape up my abdomen. I always enjoyed that gradual surge of warmth as my cock swelled with blood.

I was still drowsy, so I lay there in a hazy limbo between sleep and consciousness. I wasn't quite fully aroused - just in the general vicinity. To go much further would probably necessitate me jacking off to relieve the pressure. Given how much I cum, that'd be messy, so I'd definitely have to get up. But I was still close to dozing and Saturday was the only day I could sleep in. Shame to waste the opportunity.

Caught between the primal desires of sex and sleep, I opted for the latter. I could always get my rocks off tonight at the Circus. I languidly lay sprawled on my back, enjoying my lazy erection as I drifted back towards slumber.

 

[xFuckDollx]

Surprised to find her father asleep in his bed, Bryn stood in the doorway, her gaze fixed on the sight of his manhood, full and stiff as it lay against his belly. She knew she should leave as quietly as possible, but the teenager was entranced by her father's improbably thick, monstrous cock. She'd seen it just two nights ago, fully erect, but this was different. Maybe it was because they were alone, no throng of casual strangers to keep them apart, to hide among. Or maybe it was because she no longer had her mask to hide behind, to make her anonymous.

Completely oblivious to what she was doing, the blonde took a full step into her father's room, her eyes never leaving his rather prominent erection. She wondered what it might feel like to take a dick like that inside herself...someone else's of course, not her own father's dick...but one that big, that thick...what it would feel like to have it pounding into her...what it might feel like to take it in her mouth...or as much as she could anyway...what it would feel like in her hand...

Bryn gasped as she realized that she had made her way all the way across the room to her father's bed and that her hand was only inches from his glorious manhood. She jerked her hand back and took a half step back, her bare feet not making a sound on the floor. What was wrong with her? What if he had woken up just then...seen her reaching toward his crotch...she had been reaching for his manhood, hadn't she?

It was so close...so very close...

With one last glance and a soft, reluctant sigh, the teenager backed out of the room and pulled the door shut behind her. Leaning against the wall, Bryn let the breath she'd been holding out. Images of her father's arousal fresh in her mind, the blonde rushed back to her bedroom. She tried to distract herself with television, then after that failed, she tried to read a magazine. Nothing seemed to take her mind from that forbidden place. Finally, frustrated beyond belief, Bryn change into her running clothes and took off for an extremely long, much needed run.

 

[saedo]

After sleeping in, I eventually roused a bit before noon. Bryn was gone when I got downstairs. No doubt she'd be chiding me about being such a lazy bones when I saw her next. My daughter had always been a bit of a morning person, whereas I found getting up with the sun to be more of a chore.

My unsated libido still hovered at the edge of consciousness. Tempted though I was to break out my Fleshlight and relieve the pressure, I decided to forestall it till tonight. I was going to find some masked beauty tonight and fuck her silly.

In the meantime, I channeled my energies into the backyard. Pulling weeds, trimming bushes, and mowing grass proved an effective distraction for the rest of the afternoon.

I took a long shower afterwards to get myself squeaky clean. By the time evening rolled around, I looked like a million bucks in my tux - and smelled pretty good, too.

I knocked on Bryn's bedroom door to let her know I was leaving. She didn't invite me in, so I left it closed. Part of our single father raising a daughter ground rules was that I respected her privacy.

"I'll be out late again tonight, Bryn, so don't wait up. But tonight is the last night, so you'll have me back to yourself again. Don't stay up too late and text me if you plan to go out." I turned away, then said. "If you like, we could make pancakes in the morning; feels like a while sinc the we had some daddy-daughter time."

I went down to my car and drove away. Tonight would be my last at this Circus. I planned to make it count.

 

[xFuckDollx]

some daddy-daughter time...

Her father's words still echoing in her mind, Bryn stepped through the doors of the Shadow Circus for the third, and possibly final time. As the blonde teen took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves, her breasts rose to the top of the strapless, gold corset that wrapped around her torso like a second skin. Once she had entered the building, Bryn had quickly slipped out of the overcoat that she was wearing, leaving her in nothing but her corset and a matching pair of gold panties. It was by far the most daring outfit she'd worn to the Circus and spoke volumes about her state of mind, and her intentions.

some daddy-daughter time...

Reaching up to adjust the ornate mask that covered the upper portion of her face, the teenager scanned the main room, looking for her father. Slowly Bryn moved deeper into the crowd of masked men and women, searching. There were far more scantily clad or completely nude party goers than on either of the previous nights, perhaps because, like her, they knew this was their last chance. The last night of shadows.

some daddy-daughter time...

The luxurious carpets throughout the near endless series of rooms felt soft and comforting against her barefeet. Still nervous, Bryn accepted a glass of champagne from one of the topless women circulating through the crowd, and quickly lifted it to her lips, the bubbles tickling her nose. As the blonde worked her way through a half dozen rooms, she slowly became aware of an eerie tension in the air, palpable, ominous, as if the entire gathering were nothing more than a powder keg of sex and lust and desire waiting for a spark to set it off.

some daddy-daughter time...

 

[saedo]

I wandered the Circus as soon as I arrived. The previous two nights seemed tame compared to tonight's debauchery. The side rooms were filled with a multitude of scenes in progress. Many were one on one, but I also spotted several threesomes and one that appeared to be a six-way orgy. Even Claire had half a dozen gentlemen clearly waiting their turn for her oral attentions. Everywhere I looked, there was sex in progress.

The last night of the Circus tended to prompt such all-out enthusiasm. With a month or more till the next event, everyone felt the urge to fulfill their desires. I typically opened myself up to all on the final night. Having gotten my urges satisfied on the first two nights, I would let any woman who approached me have a turn. Many were shy wallflowers who only acquired the courage to approach me on the final night, so I was glad to make their Circus memorable.

But tonight I had something more specific in mind. Having missed out on the spectacular lesbian display from last night, I didn't want to end my Circus with whatever plump housewife felt emboldened enough to approach me. I wanted one of the goddesses from last night to sate my lust.

Unfortunately, the heightened libidos of all present made my selectivity harder to satisfy. I found Ginny already mounted atop her husband. Not far away I saw a woman with a fondness for weightlifting and both of Ginny's thighs wrapped around her face.

That left the busty redhead and her even bustier blonde companion. But as lovely as each was, my chances of finding them free of engagement tonight seemed unlikely. I politely declined a few more flirtatious inquiries from other guests as I prowled through the rooms, hoping to catch sight of either woman.

 

[xFuckDollx]

As the barely clothed teenager made her way through a seemingly endless series of dark, crowded rooms, her eyes carefully searching for some sign of her father, she passed by dozens of sights that on any other night would have caused her to stop and stare, to marvel. She ignored invitations and introductions from the people she passed, just as she ignored the looks that she received. Hands reached for her, caressing, groping, trying to pull her toward them, but Bryn would have none of it. She couldn't let herself stop. Not until she found her father.

It was as if she was stuck in that moment, earlier that same day, in his bedroom, as she'd stood next to his bed, her eyes drinking in the sight of his thick, meaty manhood. The blonde hadn't been able to think about anything since that moment, anything except her father, about the sight of his aroused cock. She was still stuck in that moment, hours later, and somehow Bryn knew that the only way she was going to get unstuck was to find her father and to give in to the desire that had been building inside of her for two days.

She felt a brush of lips against her ear, a whisper tickling her skin, but it wasn't her father and so she kept moving. A moment later, as she squeezed between two men she felt one boldy cup one of her breasts, causing one nipple to pop up out of her corset. She ignored him, pulling away, but not bothering to pull her corset back up over the exposed nipple.

And then, he was there in front of Bryn, her father. She padded to a stop ten feet in front of him, taking in the sight of him. It was him, she was sure, despite the mask. There was no mistaking his strong shoulders and calm, easy manner. The confidence he carried himself with. Taking a deep breath, the teenager stepped up directly in front of him, smiling.

"Hi," she said, not sure if he would recognize her from the first night, when they had bumped into one another. "I'm...Alice."

 

[saedo]

I looked down to see the blonde goddess before me. My heartbeat ticked up a pace as I beheld her luscious frame stuffed into an almost scanadalously snug corset. Her gorgeous mounds arced out of the low-cut cups as if filled with helium and seemed almost high enough to rest her chin upon. My eyes widened slightly as I realized that her left breast actually had the nipple exposed - a thick, delicious pink nub that I felt an immediate craving for. It took a moment of effort to tear my gaze away.

The corset emphasized how amazingly slender her waist was and terminated just as her hips began to flare outward. A tantalizing strip of bare flesh followed, interrupted by the pale gold of her panties. She was naked from there down to the spindly golden heels she perched atop.

So taken was her by her appearance that it took me a full beat for the words she had spoken to register. "Alice," I responded. "Hello, Alice." I reached out and took her right hand in mine and brought it to my lips. "Such a pleasure to finally put a name with the face," I intoned before kissing the back of her hand.

I let her have her hand back, but held her arm near the elbow. "I am Theodore," I said, giving the usual fake name I use at the Circus. "But most folks call me Ted or Teddy."

I gazed into her eyes for a moment before continuing. God, she was beautiful. "I caught your performance last night. Absolutely entrancing, I must say. I am sure I am not the first to profess my admiration." Indeed, I could feel the eager eyes glancing in our direction; I knew most were not because of me.

"This must be your first time to the Shadow Circus," I stated. "I haven't missed one in quite a while and there is no way I would have failed to note your presence. I hope you are finding it an enjoyable experience. As a veteran member, I would be glad to personally see that you get everything out of it that you might hope for."

 

[xFuckDollx]

From the moment Bryn saw her father's eyes gaze hungrily across the tops of her breasts and down over the rest of her barely covered body, the blonde began to blush. The slight pink of her cheeks darkened when he kissed the back of her hand, but when he mentioned seeing her performance, the teenager's cheeks went crimson with embarrassment. It was incredibly awkward to have your own father staring at your body the way that he had just done to Bryn, but that was nothing compared to the thought of him watching while you had your first full on girl-girl experience.

She thought back to the night before, the things that she and the redhead had done with one another. The mental images caused the flush of her cheeks to spread to her ears, but they also caused her nipples to swell even more and the slight tingling between her legs grew more intense.

"T-that's very kind of you," the blonde answered as her father offered to...well, she wasn't really sure what he was offering...

"Perhaps we could find someplace quiet to...talk?" Bryn suggested, suddenly feeling a bit bolder.

 

[saedo]

I resisted the urge to stare as I spoke. Her already impressive nipples were thickening still further. My desire to suck on them had me on the precipice of drooling.

"Perhaps we could find someplace quiet to...talk?"

I tried keep my grin in check. "Yes, 'talk', that would be delightful." I slipped an arm around her and placed my hand at the small of her back. Given the cut of her corset, that left my palm against her bare skin, not terribly far from her golden panties. Her skin felt smooth and warm to the touch.

I guided her out of the main room in search of an area with some semblance of privacy. Being the last night, our options were fairly limited. At last I settled for an area set off with freestanding screens. The moans of a middle-aged woman currently being penetrated by her husband's cock and a second woman a strap-on drifted in periodically, but it was actually reasonably calm compared to the alternatives.

I guided Alice to a seat on an overstuffed couch and sat down next to her. "So, did you have a particular topic in mind?" I began. "Politics?" I placed a hand atop her bare thigh. "Sports?" My hand slipped towards the inner side of her leg and stroked the tender skin.

"I know," I continued. "How about my favorite topic - entertainment." My hand slid up her thigh till I had her panty-clad pussy cupped in my palm. "I assure you I can go on at considerable length on that subject."

 

[xFuckDollx]

Her father's hand on the small of her back was like a spark of electricity that seemed to jolt Bryn's entire body, sending goosebumps racing across her bare skin and a tingling through her muscles. She found herself following his lead as they maneuvered through the mass of partially clothed bodies. Hands brushed against her arms and legs as she moved through the crowd, but nothing mattered except the feel of her father's hand on her back, his fingers so close to her ass.

Eventually they found a couch hidden partially by painted silk screens. It was good enough. The sad truth was that Bryn would have settled for the floor in the center of a crowded room if that was what was available. That was how much she wanted this to happen. Admitting that much to herself caused her to blush again.

"I assure you I can go on at considerable length on that subject," her father said as his hand slipped up her inner thigh until his hand was pressed firmly between her legs. Bryn barely managed to keep herself from jerking away from his touch. Not that she didn't want him to do it, but it was all happening so quickly.

Then again, maybe that's the only way to go through with this, she thought to herself. Come on, Bryn, you can't dip your toes in. If you're going to do this, just jump in the deep end.

"Can you take your cock out? Can I see it?" she asked, looking up at her father's masked face.