Under the Mask

[saedo]

Simon tried to keep the displeasure out of his face as Jill explained the situation. "I thought I made myself clear about this."

Jill shrugged. "She's an eager beaver looking to price herself. She's been stuck doing little puff pieces like we all did when we were new and now she's had her first chance to do something significant. Is it really a surprise that she doesn't want to give that chance up? "

Simon rubbed his temples. She had a point. And despite the portion of his dark blond hair that was now turning silver, he remembered being a young and hungry cub reporter once. " Fine, fine," he conceded. " I smell Jack behind this, but I'll let her make her case. Send her in."

Jill departed his office. Moments later, a young female entered with a trepidations look on her face. No, make that very young. Or maybe he was just that old now.

I’m Maura Simms," she announced from opposite the desk. She extended her hand. Simon glanced at it, but remained seated. Standing up to take it would accord her more respect than he was prepared to accord a junior reporter trying to defy his wishes. She hadn't earned that. Not yet.

After a few seconds, she got the hint and dropped her hand. “I wrote the article on the sex club. I…I wanted to ask why you decided not to run it."

" Miss . . . Simms? " Simon was too practiced a newsman to forget her name, but he thought further emphasis of her relative importance was warranted. " I assume you are aware that this is a newspaper. That we print nrws? What is newsworthy about your piece? "

"You spend nearly a thousand words alluding to the fact that New Yorkers are having sex. And apparently they enjoy doing it. I don't think the average reader would find that particularly novel. Why do you, Miss Simms?"

 

[ms_tiff]

Maura shifted under his scrutinizing gaze. She'd never been comfortable with confrontation of any kind and standing there with the editor in chief staring her down had Maura's palms sweating.

"Well I..." She cleared her throat. "I believe, sir, that there's something there. The people frequenting the club are among the most powerful people in New York. Forget celebrities, we're talking politicians here. The men and women who run this city and state, and, who knows, maybe even the country. Don't you think that our readers deserve to know what's going on?"

Maura stood up straighter, warming to her argument. Yes, this could be more than just a social piece, she could delve deeper and uncover any number of secrets.

"If my piece is lacking in details, well...the fact is, sir, that the anonymity of the club makes it difficult to place specific names in the article. Everyone is careful to adhere to the rule that no names are shared. Several members do use nicknames, though. But there's even an unspoken rule against nicknames. It took me quite awhile before I even encountered a couple using nicknames for each other."

Maura flushed as she recalled her encounter with Mr. Bunyan and his paramour. She toyed with the silver locket that hung between her breasts. Her flush deepened as she remembered how that very locket had lain cooly against her heated skin as Mr. Bunyan had taken her against the wall.

Dropping her hand back to her side, Maura met the older man's gaze with steely resolve.

"If you aren't satisfied with my article, I'd like the opportunity to re-work it. I can't guarantee that I can get another invitation, but I can try. And, I can work to get more details. I want another chance. Please, I promise I won't let you down. I'll get you your story."

 

[saedo]

"I believe, sir, that there's something there. The people frequenting the club are among the most powerful people in New York. Forget celebrities, we're talking politicians here. The men and women who run this city and state, and, who knows, maybe even the country. Don't you think that our readers deserve to know what's going on?"

Simon remained impassive as she made her pitch. Clearly the young woman must be some kind of prude to regard sex as such a scandalous activity. That called into doubt the veracity of her alleged observations, to his mind. Would someone like this have even gone beyond the entrance hall of a Club gathering?

"Honestly, I'm surprised that one of your generation would take such a tack. I thought such things were in our past. Now when I was your age, outing a politician for same sex relations was still considered newsworthy. Now, no one cares who is gay. I personally was glad to see such narrow-minded views of sexuality fall into the dustbin of history. Yet here you are telling me the American people need to know that powerful people are having sex parties."

He sat back, his eyes narrowed. "How much of this is speculation on your part, Miss Simms? Do you even know the identity of any of the participants? Are there any politicians there? And if there are, are they doing anything more noteworthy than adultery?

His eyes ran over her frame. She dressed well, but hardly boldly. Probably white cotton underwear, too. She hardly seemed the type to parade around half-naked in front of masked strangers. Probably got herself a drink and listened to the ribald conversations at the bar for a few hours.

"Do you even witness any sex acts at this alleged event, Miss Simms? I'm sure these individuals might have talked about what they might like to do to one another, but were the acts themselves behind closed doors? Did you have any firsthand experience of these prurient matters?"

"I can work to get more details. I want another chance. Please, I promise I won't let you down", the girl urged.

Simon sighed. He wanted to quash this story here and now, but there was just enough smoke here to warrant digging a little deeper. Jill would think it odd if he didn't at least let this Simms girl do some more digging. He didn't want that. Jill had two Pulitizers to her name, so she knew how to ferret out a story. Arousing her veteran instincts wasn't what he wanted.

No, the safe course was to let the girl have another swing. If she put no more effort than the first, then she'd still uncover nothing. No one would question his antipathy for the idea after that. The story would be written off as a non-starter and tossed on the scrap heap. It would hardly be the first time a cub reporter thought they'd gotten hold of a big story only to have it fizzle out.

"Very well, Miss Simms," he declared, arms folded across his broad chest. "Since Jill thinks so much of you, I'll let you have a bit more time. You -- and just you, because I'm not wasting a second reporter's time on this -- you have got two weeks to show me something. Something more than maybes and speculation about the sex lives of powerful people. You do that, and maybe the paper investigates more thoroughly. Otherwise, you drop it and move on to a story with actual merit."

Simon pointed towards the door. "That's it. Now get going."

 

[ms_tiff]

It took a few days, but Jack was able to procure another invitation to the club. Maura didn’t want to know how he did it - not that Jack would tell her anyway - but she was glad for another chance to prove to their all powerful editor that she could do this.

This time, instead of standing in front of a brownstone, Maura found herself riding an elevator up to the penthouse of a Midtown highrise. Dressed in the same black trench coat as her first visit, Maura adjusted her black lace mask as the elevator opened with a soft whoosh. She stepped out into the dimly lit front foyer, her breath catching as she took in the view through the glass walls. Manhattan at night was breathtaking. Ink black night lit with the glow of lights from buildings and street lamps. The city that never sleeps gearing up for a night of adventures.

Tearing her gaze away from the windows, Maura surveyed the scene before her. The penthouse was dimly lit, mood lighting much like the brownstone had been. Candles and lamps providing the only light. As her eyes adjusted, Maura could see the people lounging about on sofas and chairs and conveniently placed floor pillows. Much like the scene at the brownstone, the front room was tame compared to what Maura knew was happening in other parts of the penthouse. The club members here were all dressed in various lingerie and robes and the wildest action was the makeout and groping sessions taking place throughout the room.

Just as before, a masked woman asked for Maura’s invitation. She handed it over, feeling a thrill of excitement lance through her. The whole day Maura had been remembering her last experience at the club. More specifically, she had been remembering her experience with Mr. Bunyan. Their encounter had filled her thoughts - both waking and sleeping - for the past week and she couldn’t stop herself from hoping he would be there tonight. Maura doubted that, with as many women were milling about, he would want to see her again. But a girl could dream. Just the thought of him had her panties wet and, as Maura slipped off her trenchcoat to hand it to the woman, she squeezed her thighs together to help alleviate the pressure building inside her.

“The penthouse has two floors. Here on the first floor, the front hall is dedicated to mingling and mild fun while the other rooms are for more amorous adventures. Upstairs has private rooms for couples or groups to enjoy. There is also a media room upstairs, which is dedicated for those with a taste for bondage and the like. ” The masked woman explained with a coy smile. “Do enjoy your evening.”

Maura smiled weakly, her nerves starting to build as she stepped into the front hall, her eyes moving about looking for one person in particular.

No, stop. She shook her head. Tonight is about work. Do not think about him or how he felt inside you or how he made you cum like you’ve never cum before.

Biting her lip, Maura moved to the bar. The silk of her teddy brushed sensuously against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She had opted for something slightly more risque than the modest black teddy she had worn the first time. This one was a dark purple, the skirt silk and the top, which dipped low between her breasts, was made of lace. The lace had been tightly woven, leaving gaps that allowed for hints of flesh to show without putting Maura’s breasts on full display. Her silver locket felt cool against her heated skin.

Drink in hand, Maura moved about the front hall, mingling with people, striking up conversations and flirtations. She was on fire. Flirting with coy smiles and innuendo, letting people get comfortable with her. She was working the room and subtly digging up dirt that she knew would be perfect for her re-write.

This will show the cocky bastard, she thought as she chatted and flirted with a man wearing nothing but silk boxers. Leaning against a wall, with the masked stranger standing over her, one of his hands propped on the wall beside her head, he was leaning in close enough that she could almost feel his lips moving against her own. His gaze dipping constantly to the large swell of her breasts. But his attention didn’t ignite her like his had.

She’d been scanning the room since she arrived over an hour ago, wondering if he would show.

And, as if her thoughts had conjured him, Maura felt eyes on her. Turning her head, her gaze met his from across the room. She let her eyes move slowly up his body - that tall, hard body - and her heart started to race. She remembered the way he had felt against her, the way he had felt inside her. She wanted to run to him right then and there and have him take her again and again. Already she could feel her body reacting to him, her skin flushing, her nipples hardening.

But did he want her as much as she wanted him?

 

[saedo]

Simon arrived at the Club's next session clad in his usual garb. While the female attendees often wore wildly varying lingerie at each event, the men mostly wore the same thing. Besides, he found his silk boxers comfortable.

Also tasteful. He'd once experimented wearing a "banana hammock" . Just finding one that could cover his hefty endowment had been difficult enough. The resulting bulge it created between his legs looked like an irregularly shaped bowling ball suspended in spandex. And if he did become arrested, the sight of his swelling erection struggling to escape the limited cloth verged between comical and obscene. No, boxers and a matching robe would do just fine.

He cast an eye towards the bar scene, wondering if that nosy junior reporter had actually found her way here. Her original piece had been sufficiently vague that he had doubts whether she'd actually attended an event or merely talked to an attendee.

Given her demure attire at work and mousy attitude, he pegged her for something basic. But he saw no sign of a cotton nightie or flannel pajamas in the sea of silk and satin. If she was here, she'd done a better effort of concealing herself than he'd have expected of her. He'd need to be closer if he hoped to identify her. Of course, that carried the rusk of her identifying him, so he'd need to be careful.

His mental reverie was interrupted by the approach of someone familiar. The woman in dark purple striding towards him lead with her unforgettable bosom. Tonight she wore a teddy that not only had a plunging neckline, but had a series of artfully placed gaps that revealed tantalizing amounts of breast as well as tone abs. The waistline sported a flimsy skirt that extended perhaps an inch or so beneath her crotch, exposing gorgeous amounts of thigh.

"Why hello, darling," Simon spoke as she neared. "You are looking lovely this evening." He stepped close enough to put a hand on her upper arm as he spoke.

"I'm most pleased to see you again," he continued. "I very much enjoyed our encounter last time." He paused to admire her sultry lips and her delicate chin. Such a beauty behind the mask, he was sure.

"If you would like to continue our previous engagement, I would be most interested. But I understand if you wish to sample something new instead," Simon added. "Variety can be part of the appeal of these events and I would not wish to constrain you."

 

[ms_tiff]

How could a simple touch ignite her body? His hand on her arm had Maura’s body going hot, the heat pooling between her legs. She blushed as he looked her up and down, complimenting her.

“I’m glad to see you, too.” She smiled, biting her lip as she felt his gaze move down her body, his eyes fixating on her mouth.

How was it possible that he could turn her on with just a look? Already she could feel the ache growing inside her. No doubt her lace panties were already wet. The outline of her hard nipples was clearly visible through the thin silk of her teddy.

“I would like that.” She whispered. “Honestly, I mostly came back here tonight for you. I just...I wasn’t sure if you would want to see me again.” A devilish glint lit her eyes as she added. “I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to constrain me.”

Well...where had that vixen come from? Maura was shocked at her own words, but the more she thought of it...the more the idea appealed to her. To have him towering over her, owning her body in a way that nobody ever had. The idea sent a thrill through her.

Her eyes sought his, wondering what he was thinking.

 

[saedo]

If he'd had any doubts about her interest in seeing him again, her physical reaction ended those. The warmth in her cheeks was assuredly real. So too was the thickening of her nipples beneath her silk teddy.

Even so, her next words caught him off guard. “I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to constrain me.

"Really?" Simon replied with a tilt of his head. "You are more daring than I realized. How deliciously appealing." He cast his eyes about as he oriented himself. "I do believe they indicated such things were upstairs. Let's see what we can find."

Simon placed a hand at the small of her back and guided her deeper into the gathering. It took a minute to locate the main stairs and another two to reach the upper floor. Along the way, he couldn't resist letting his hand slip lower on her body till he was cupping her plush ass by the time they reached the appropriate room.

The side tables in the room featured a wide variety of implements. Simon cast his eyes across the options before selecting a length of moderately thick rope. The natural fibers had been dyed a deep red and been worn to give it a soft texture.

"My experience with this is somewhat limited," Simon acknowledged, "so let's start with something fairly simple. First, though, you won't be needing your top." He reached for the straps of her silk top and lifted it over her head.

The whisper of silk swiftly revealed her naked torso. Her incredible breasts stood proudly atop her chest. He paused a moment to stare unrepentantly at her gorgeous orbs and their rudely erect nipples. The silver locket at her throat provided a shiny contrast against her smooth flesh. "You are so beautiful," he declared, his own arousal thickening in his boxers.

Simon laid her silk top aside and moved behind her. "Just place your arms behind your back, please," he instructed. "Then put your foreams together parallel to the floor. Good."

He proceeded to bind her forearms together with the first section of the rope. "I'm told this is a form of "box-tie, " he explained. "The woman who showed this to me used the Japanese term, but I confess it escapes me." Simon continued winding the rope about her upper arms and chest. He then added a second rope that added more coils and that fit below her breasts. The feel of her tits as he slid his hands past her with the rope proved quite stimulating.

The process took him several minutes to complete, but the end result seemed quite beguiling. With the way her arms were secured behind her back, her immense breasts thrust forward even more than usual. The inherent vulnerability of her half naked body tied up had his cock swollen past the hem of his boxers.

"Would you like for me to tie up your legs as well?" he inquiried huskily, his voice thick with lust. "Or would you like to retain your ability to move?"

 

[ms_tiff]

As he led her into the apartment, up the stairs and to the secluded rooms, all Mara could think of was the warmth of his hand against her back. She could feel him, hand resting just above the ample curve of her ass. If only his hand had gone lower, had cupped and squeezed her flesh, Maura felt she would have turned to jelly right then and there. And then, as they entered a private room, his hand did just that.

Biting her lip, Maura felt her knees weaken and moisture pool between her legs. Her sudden case of jelly legs intensified as she eyed the implements on the tables beside the bed that dominated the room. Her mouth went dry as she eyed the cinches and handcuffs, the silk ties and velvet ropes. What had she gotten herself into?

Where had this brazen woman come from?

"My experience with this is somewhat limited, so let's start with something fairly simple. First, though, you won't be needing your top."

Maura gasped as she felt the silk fall from her body. The cool air rushing against her heated body, pebbling her nipples and stealing her breath. He set the teddy aside, leaving her in only the matching silk panties. The urge to cover herself was strong. She wanted to wrap her arms around the soft swell of her stomach, to hide the stretch marks. She fought the urge to suck in her stomach as his eyes moved over her body slowly, drinking her in.

Heavy breasts rose and fell with each breath, anticipation of his disgust filling her with dread.

“You are so beautiful.”

The words sent a thrill through Maura. She could feel the tension leaving her shoulders as she allowed herself to relax beneath his gaze. Nobody had ever called her beautiful before. At least, not in this context. Her own boyfriend had never even uttered the words when they were in bed together.

The fact that this mysterious stranger, a man who was clearly used to the finer things in life, found her beautiful...the idea was too much to comprehend.

His voice, deep and husky, sent a thrill through her as he directed her on how to move. As he tied her, threading the rope around her forearms and over and around her breasts, his fingers brushing against her skin...Maura squeezed her thighs together. The intimacy of his touch, the coarse rope and his gentle fingers, it was sending her to places she’d never experienced.

The ropes forced her shoulders back, her posture ramrod straight with her breasts pushed into prominence. Maura’s heart raced as she felt his knuckles and fingers brushing against her flushed skin. A glance down confirmed that she was not the only one affected by this whole experience.

"Would you like for me to tie up your legs as well?" he inquiried huskily, his voice thick with lust. "Or would you like to retain your ability to move?"

Maura was already well past her comfort zone. What had compelled her to agree - to even suggest this sort of thing - in the first place was beyond her. Had her boyfriend suggested bondage Maura would have responded with a quick “no!” But there was something about the man before her. Oddly enough she trusted him in ways that she didn’t trust anyone else. Maybe it was pure lust. Or maybe it was the air of confidence and control about him. Either way, Maura was giving herself over to him in ways she had never dreamed she could ever do with anybody. Still, it wasn’t enough for her to give up complete control just yet.

“Um...I think I’d like to keep my legs free for now.” She stuttered, her words catching in her throat. The anticipation of what was to come next was killing her. She craved his touch, his kiss, his body pressed against hers. The ache between her legs grew and she squeezed her thighs tightly. Desperation filled her. She needed him to touch her soon or she was sure she would explode.

 

[saedo]

“Um...I think I’d like to keep my legs free for now. "

Simon smiled. " As you wish." He placed a hand around the base of her neck and ran his thumb along her windpipe. Cupping her jaw, he lifted her gaze till it met his own. Set against the soft silk of her mask, her eyes seemed to glitter.

He moved closer to her, his chest pressing against her full, firm breasts. Simon's lips found hers and could could feel them part, welcoming him inside. Their tongues soon joined in the experience.

It'd been awhile since Simon had found someone he enjoyed kissing so much. It wasn't something that he experienced much at these events; the focus was often on explicit sexual acts rather than these more subtle intimacies. Still, it somehow felt natural with her in a way that it hadn't with others. But with her trussed up with her gorgeous tits out and jid turgid cock throbbing angrily against his thigh, Simon needed less sedate pleasures than her kiss.

His hand reached inside her thighs and cupped her sex. The thin cloth barrier was already damp. "So wet," he purred, shifting my lips to kissing along her jaw. "Is that for me? Or are you just an eager slut?"

"How close are you?" Simon continued, his fingers tracing the ridges of her labia through the wet silk. "Do you like it when I do this?" His index finger pushed her wt panties into her pussy a half inch, stroking her slender canal from the inside. "Or when I do this?" Simon continued, sweeping his thumb across the swollen nub of her clit.

 

[ms_tiff]

Maura felt her heart beating rapidly beneath her bare breast. Her pulse raced as he traced his thumb over her throat, his hand taking firm hold of her chin and tilting her head back. The way he held her - possessive and unrelenting - should have had her feminist hackles rising. But there was something about the way he looked at her, the way his hold gentled as he moved closer, that had Maura aching for more.

Eyes meeting behind their masks, Maura wished that she could see him wholly. She knew, though, that if she could see his face there was no way she ever would have been brazen enough to approach him. The anonymity of it all had the surprising effect of making Maura feel safer. It was as if a simple mask, though meant to hide her identity, allowed her to be fully herself.

A soft whimper escaped her lips as she felt his body against hers. Wiry chest hair teased her nipples, making them pebble. His lips found hers and Maura gave herself over to the feel of his lips and tongue. His beard tickled her skin, sending shocks of pleasure down to her toes, which curled in anticipation.

God, this man knew how to kiss. His tongue toyed with hers in a way that had her stomach knotting with pleasure. Arousal heated her skin, burning her from the inside out. Her body leaned into his, silently seeking more. Needing more. More of his touch. More of his kiss. More. More.

A rigidness pressed against her. His own arousal blatant. Her mind conjuring memories of that solid arousal. She’d thought of nothing else for the days leading up to this. The memories of his thick shaft in her hand, twitching and jerking. The memories of how he felt inside her, filling her beyond her wildest dreams. She had unearthed her vibrator just that morning, bringing herself to the edge with the idea of seeing him again and feeling him inside her once more.

But her wildest fantasies had never included this.

"So wet. Is that for me? Or are you just an eager slut?"

His words sent a thrill through her. His husky purr vibrating against her. Never had being called a slut sounded so...delicious. Her inner feminist screamed that it was wrong to be turned on by the word. But her inner slut told the bitch to shut the fuck up and enjoy the moment.

His fingers played with her. Teasing her sex, making her wet until it was all Maura could do not to beg him to fuck her already.

“How close are you?”

Maura gasped, his fingers tracing her through the wet panties.

“Close.” She whispered, her voice trembling as he played. Her head fell forward, forehead resting on his shoulder. “So. Fucking. Close.” Her breath came in soft, keening gasps. When his finger pressed inside her, pushing her damp panties up Maura’s cry filled the silent room.

“Please.” She begged as his thumb pressed against her sensitive clit. “Please.” Her hips bucked, seeking more of his solid touch. She needed him. Needed this. Needed to fall apart in his arms with an abandon she had never allowed herself before.

She tugged at her restraints, the urge to touch him in return consuming her. Maura needed to pull him closer. To end the agony of this wanting. Her eyes sought his, the desire in her eyes clear as day.

“Make me cum.” She begged him. Despite the intimacies that they shared, he was still a stranger to her. And yet, she wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything in her life. “I need you to make me cum.”

 

[saedo]

The way she shivered against him as he spoke to her suggested she took delight in the verbal stimulus. Simon filed that information away. If she derived pleasure from such things, he'd have incorporate them more often.

She began to tug at the restraints. He understood the impulse. Being denied the use of one's hands sounded easy enough to endure, but the calculus changed when you had an itch you now couldn't scratch. Or in her case, an aching clit and a burning need to orgasm.

"So. Fucking. Close." The need in her voice thrilled him. She was so eager for him. And he for her.

Simon grinned. "Good. That's right where I want you. Now turn around." He spun her in place slowly, keeping his right hand still between her thighs as he shifted behind her.

When her backside was too him, his own carnal instinct overrode his civility for a moment. With his right hand pressing against her pussy, he leaned his groin into her plush rump. The feel of her round cheeks against his swollen cock made him groan low in his throat. "I'm going to fuck you so hard tonight," he whispered. The temptation to make good on that promise immediately was difficult to resist.

"Forward, darling," he commanded instead. "We should show the others what a lovely little slut you are."

Though they'd been alone in the bondage equipment room, the adjoining sitting room featured half a dozen other attendees. Multiple pairs of eyes swiveled towards them as Simon marched his half-naked companion past them. As well they should, in his opinion; with her huge, gorgeous breasts leading the way and the crisscross of rope binding her, she was an absolute vision of constrained beauty.

Simon stopped in front of an armchair and turned her to face the room. A collection of hungry smiles greeter them. Some whispered to their companions as they gawked. Men and women alike stared in eager anticipation for the start of the show.

"What do want me to do you?" Simon asked calmly. The chorus of whispers fell silent, awaiting her response

"Make me cum" Her voice was still audible thanks to the silence of their observers. Someone in the crowd groaned appreciatively.

"Tell everyone what you want," Simon replied.

"I need you to make me cum.” She replied slightly louder, a note of desperation creeping in around the final syllables.

Simon said nothing in reply, but removed his hand from her now completely sodden panties. With swift action, he pulled the lower half of her outfit down till gravity carried it to the floor. A murmur of appreciative whispers arose from the observers as her glorious nudity was revealed.

Simon added himself to that status moments later, shedding his own silk underwear and freeing his trapped erection. The feel of his girthy shaft pressed against her naked backside had him dripping precum.

Simon grasped her slender waist and bent at the knees, sinking into the armchair behind him. "Sit down," he commanded, using his grip on her to keep her balanced as he pulled her onto his lap.

The net result was that she sat on his lap with her back against his chest. With her thighs slightly splayed atop his own, the massive pillar between his legs now rested at the V between hers. Her outer labia pressed against the thick shaft like she was straddling a fleshy tree branch. The sudden appearance of the enormous cock between her thighs sparked a fresh round of whispers from the crowd.

Simon skid his right hand along her belly, seeking the curve of her mound leading down to her needy clit. His left hand curled around her torso, hugging her against his bare chest as he found one of her very rude nipples. And all the while, he rubbed his cock against her sex, eager to feel her wet heat.

 

[ms_tiff]

Every inch of her naked body felt on fire. With his hands on her flesh, teasing and manipulating her in ways that Maura had only ever dreamed, and the eyes of so many strangers on them….Maura’s body trembled with the anticipation of what those eyes would see.

When they had first entered the room, Maura had been oblivious to the seating area just beyond. Her only focus had been on getting her mystery lover alone. And now, with all eyes on them, her body bared and on display, Maura felt the tremors building inside her. Was it possible to cum simply from anticipation?

"I'm going to fuck you so hard tonight." The words whispered in her ear had been a predatory promise. How she wished he had taken her right then. Why did he insist on making her wait in this state of arousal that had her aching for even the lightest of touches to set her off?

She heard the murmurs of appreciation and desire as he had marched her through the sitting room to an armchair that sat front and center. The thrill of knowing that those whispers were for her, that the people gathered there wanted her, envied her. And then he had pulled her down, her ass firmly in his lap, his shaft...oh god his shaft pressed between her wet lips. He rubbed up and down her slit, the tip of his cock brushing against her clit. The light pressure had Maura gasping.

She wanted more. No, she needed more.

Maura had never thought herself an exhibitionist. But here, now, with her legs splayed open and the eyes of strangers on her, Maura had never felt more turned on. She’d never felt more desired. Never felt more...beautiful. Through a lustful haze, she scanned the room, taking in the appreciative stares. A man met her gaze as he gripped himself, his eyes moving over her naked form to settle between her legs. His fisted hand moved steadily over his shaft as he watched her. Couples sought pleasure in each other as they watched the massive shaft moving between Marua’s legs. In the corner, a familiar woman watched with a devilish smirk on her face.

Keeping her eyes locked with the woman, whom she recognized from the last party as the one to introduce her to the man whose lap she currently occupied, Maura began to roll her hips. She needed more from her masked lover. Needed to feel him inside her.

Maura ached to touch him, to grip his shaft and guide it inside of her. She cursed her bound wrists from keeping her from taking what she wanted.

Pressing back against him, Maura turned her head, capturing his lower lip between her teeth.

“Fuck me.” She begged him, her words captured between them in a heated kiss. “I need you to fuck me.”

 

[saedo]

The audience added so much to the experience. With the anonymity of their masks, the observers were less inhibited. I could see a few to the side touching their nipples or crotches while observing. Some of the couples were touching one another in similar fashion.

She laid her head against my shoulder and angled her face towards his. Her teeth nibbled at his lower lip in between passionate kisses. "Fuck me," she whispered to him

Simon cupped her jaw in his hand and bent her neck back, angling her chin upwards. Her torso arched backward, her enormous breasts jutting proudly upwards. "Everyone in this room wishes they were me," he whispered as his lips kissed along her graceful neck. "Every man, every woman . . . they all want you. They all want to fuck you."

Down below, her hips rocked back and forth. With her labia spread across the top of his engorged shaft like she was straddling a log, she rubbed her naked sex against the thick pillar. Her aroused juices trickled visibly onto his crotch as stimulated herself.

“I need you to fuck me, " she declared more loudly, perhaps for benefit of their admirers. Simon found himself wanting her all the more. Though she was the one tied up, the unwavering desire in her voice marked her as anything but passive or helpless.

Simon ground his cock against her pussy lips a few monents longer, but his own lust for her was nearly overwhelming. He laid both hands along her tiny waist and gripped her slender frame. Lifting her from this seated position wasn't easy without her arms free to assist him, but she arched her back to help bring her hips above the towering erection.

The actual coupling could have proved tricky given her restraints, but fortunately friend intervened. "I'm jealous that you got to him first," Ms. Wings murmured softly as stepped close to lay her hands along his swollen cock. "You'll have to make it up to me, sweetie." Grasping his girth with both hands, Ms. Wings guided the massive helm into the center of the young girl's pussy.

A flurry of gasps and comments surged through the crowd. Popular opinion seemed to be that his eno cockhead would never fit or that it would rip her apart. Certainly he felt her stiffen and shudder as the blunt helm began stretching her entrance to force his way inside. But the heat and pressure of her tight pussy as she slowly descended atop his erection still felt divine to him.

 

[ms_tiff]

“...they all want you. They all want to fuck you.” The words, whispered against her neck, sent a shiver down Maura’s spine. She squirmed in his lap. Though his cock head pressed against her clit, the delightful pressure just wasn’t enough. Maura needed more.

As if he could sense her thoughts, he ground himself into her. His hands gripped her waist, fingers digging into soft flesh as he lifted her. Maura felt her back arching on instinct, her breasts swinging as he maneuvered her just above his massive shaft. Maura’s limbs felt like molten lava, her body going weak with the sheer anticipation of the impressive erection entering her body. Her body ached for him to fill her. Her very soul crying out for him to use her for his own pleasure and to hold nothing back.

"I'm jealous that you got to him first. You'll have to make it up to me, sweetie."

The voice moved over her skin like a caress as the familiar woman approached.

Ms. Wings. The name came to Maura’s mind as the woman knelt before them, her hand wrapping around the cock poised beneath Maura. Mr. Bunyan, that was what the woman had called Maura’s lover. Were the two a couple? Maura’s mind drifted as Ms. Wings guided the bulbous head to the weeping entrance of Maura’s sex. The feel of him pressing against her entrance erased all thought from Maura’s mind. She gasped as her lips stretched around the tip. She’d forgotten just how big he was, how he had split her open that first time.

She could hear the murmurings of the crowd, the whispers and sighs and musings of whether or not he would fit. Bending her knees, Maura lowered herself. Her sex opening up around Mr. Bunyan’s trunk, her arousal making it easier for him to slide inside.

“Oh god,” she moaned as she took more of him, her pussy stretching to accommodate him. Eyes closed, she reveled in the feeling of being opened so fully. The last time he had been inside of her, Maura had been pressed against a wall, her legs wrapped around his waist. But this time, with her body being lowered onto him, Maura felt herself taking more of his length than she had before. Soon, she was sitting in his lap, his cock fully buried inside of her.

Leaning back against Mr. Bunyan, with her legs on either side of his lap, Maura’s filled pussy was on full display to the room. Much to the delight of the spectators.

For a moment, Maura allowed herself to marvel at what was happening. Here she was, a woman who didn’t even like to have the lights on during sex, happily displaying herself to a room full of strangers. It had to be the anonymity that allowed her to be so free. Maura could only wonder what would happen if someone found out who she really was. She prayed that it would never happen.

Any thought of someone finding out her identity went out the window as Maura felt a warm, wet tongue on her clit.

“Fuck!” She cried out, her hips bucking forward. She looked down to find Ms. Wings watching them. Maura’s heart raced as she saw the other woman’s tongue sweep slowly over the bit of Mr. Bunyan’s cock not in Maura’s pussy. She felt his cock twitch inside of her and gasped at the sensation. Then that pink tongue was sliding up over Maura’s outer labia and over her clit. Her body shook at the sensation of being filled and licked at the same time. Her head fell back on Mr. Bunyan’s shoulder as Ms. Wings continued. The sensation of the tongue on her clit was new to Maura. Having never had someone pleasure her in this way...it was more than she could take. Her hips rose and fell quickly, if somewhat awkwardly due to her hands tied behind her back. As she began to set the pace, her pussy clenching tight as she rode Bunyan’s cock, Ms. Wings teeth bit teasingly at her clit, sending Maura’s eyes rolling back into her head as she cried out.

Much to the appreciation of their audience, Maura let out a strangled cry as the first of many orgasms overtook her.

 

[saedo]

The busty beauty shuddered and squealed as the massive cockhead stretched her pussy wide. The gallery of observers added their own moans and comments as her tender flesh distended around the enormous intrusion. Simon grinned; this girl was a natural performer.

Her body slowly descended, impaling her slender canal around the girthy shaft. Several of the audience were themselves now partially naked. At least four openly masturbated themselves or someone nearby and he suspected that a few others were merely being more covert.

Then of course, there was Ms. Wings. Having ensured that his thick cock's entry into his curvy lover, his older playmate had traced his way down the engorged shaft with her tongue. She knelt between his thighs and placed her mouth around one of his hefty balls. The resulting surge to his turgid member made the younger girl moan aloud.

They were momentarily joined a pair of would-be participants. The blonde looked to be early 30s whereas her balding companion looked to be closer to Simon's age. Given the age difference and the hints of plastic surgery enhancing the blonde, Simon guessed second marriage. The man stared at Simon's ever younger, bustier lover and reached out with one hand while the other massaged his slender erection. Meanwhile the blonde placed a hand atop the impaled girl's belly, tracing the thick bulge of Simon's cock inside. Small, hard nipples jutted off her prominent breasts and her panties were clearly damp with arousal.

Ms. Wings opened her mouth and let the saliva-soaked testicle pop free. "Thank you, but no," she informed the couple with warm firmness. "We don't need any additional participants. Look, but don't touch."

The couple mumbled an apology and retreated away from the current trio. Simon glanced past his young lover's shoulder to see Ms. Wings shoot him a wink. Ordinarily, he's only performed solo with her. That she seemed amenable to performing with a third participant suggested she must find this one as appealing as he did.

Simon's speculation seemed borne out when his young lover's pussy swallowed up his enormity. Ms. Wings transferred her oral attention to the young girl's clit. With her pussy lips stretched to improbable distabde, the swollen nub stood out proudly. Ms. Wings drew a lazy lick across it and sent the poor thing into a piercing squeal of desire.

The girl strained at her bonds. Simon could see her muscles writhe in her toned arms and shoulders as the wet tongue drove her to distraction. She arched her back till her breasts pointed upward, clearly swollen and flushed pink. Simon grit his teeth as his lover bore down on him, trying to stuff his fat knob even further inside her, cervical barrier be damned.

Ms. Wings was unmoved by the girl's first orgasm. Or the one that followed. Or the one after that. She kept teasing the busty ingenue from one to the next.

Her cries weren't alone. A few of the observers began to orgasm themselves from self-stimulation . A coupled pair had bent one over a couch and eagerly pounded themselves to a quick release, though the bulk of the audience continued to have eyes only for the sexy trio.

Simon strained to hold on. Ms. Wings was mercilessly driving the impaled girl towards double digit climaxes and the feel of each pulsing orgasm threatened to bring about his own. His genitalia felt so engorged that it hurt.

"Gonna cum," he groaned to her. He repeated it like a mantra, slowly growing more audible over her loud moans and the slap of flesh as her hips tried to drive his oversized pillar fully into her womb. "Gonna! Cum!" he bellowed loud enough for the room to hear moments before a geyser of thick, hot jism erupted deep within her.

 

[ms_tiff]

Time had lost all meaning as the world around Maura blurred. As her body was wracked with earth-shattering orgasms, Maura floated above herself, barely able to comprehend what was happening around her as she lost herself in the pleasure rolling through her body. Her limbs had turned to jelly, causing her to melt into Mr. Bunyan.

The feel of him inside of her, his member filling and stretching her, coupled with Ms. Wings’ talented tongue against her clit had Maura seeing stars. She was vaguely aware of people approaching, of hands on her body and a quick dismissal by Ms. Wings. But the moment was a blip on her radar as she strained against her bonds, aching to touch her lovers.

Her moans softened to mewls of pleasure as she lost count of her orgasms. Each orgasm rolling into the next until it was one long moment of rapture.

Maura could feel the twitch of Mr. Bunyan’s rigid shaft inside of her. How he managed to stave off his own orgasm was a wonder. The thought crossed her mind if she should have had him wear a condom, but the feel of flesh against flesh was too good for her to overthink. All Maura wanted now was for him to find his own release.

Leaning back against him, her head resting against his shoulder, Maura turned her face into his neck. Her lips moved over the rapid pulse in his throat. She watched his Adam’s apple bob, the sweat beading on his skin.

”Gonna cum.”

The words were spoken in a gruff groan that vibrated against Maura’s mouth. His fingers dug into her hips, driving Maura further onto his throbbing shaft. She felt him twitch against her walls as he thrust inside of her.

”Gonna! Cum!” His voice filled the room as Maura felt the hot flood of cum filling her pussy. The sudden burst broke through the haze of pleasure that clouded Maura’s mind and she gave herself over to one final, body shuddering orgasm. As Mr. Bunyan emptied himself inside Maura, she felt her body full collapse against him, completely spent.

Lifting her head slightly, Maura pressed a kiss to Mr. Bunyan's cheek. She wanted to grab his head, turn his face towards her and kiss him soundly, but the ropes that bound her prevented such actions. She wanted to thank him, and Ms. Wings, for such an earth shattering moment. To thank him for yet another experience that drove her far from her comfort zone. But words failed her as she fought to catch her breath.