The Forbidden Masquerade

“What are you doing here? Get ready for the party, for fuck’s sake!” Juliet pestered me after seeing me try to solve the Rubik’s cube.

“In a minute..” I confirmed in a bored voice.

“Girl, look at your hair,” she began, taking a few strands of my hair between her fingers and cringing her nose, “it’s not ready for a date.”

“I don’t have a date.” I shot back.

“You will get one if you prepare yourself for it.” She looks at me funny.

“Ugh, fine.”

I reluctantly pushed myself off the bed and went to the washroom to get fresh. I brushed my teeth, took a warm shower, washed my hair, and came out with sleepy eyes. A warm, comforting shower can do that to you.

“Juliet, you go. I think I’m going to get some sleep,” I yawned. “It’s been a long day. Have fun!”

“You are not sleeping today!” Juliet grabbed me by the arm and maneuvered me to her dressing room. She then opened her wardrobe and kept examining her dresses for a frustratingly long time. Then she finally decided, “This will look pretty on you.”. 

She took out a captivating red prom dress that was seductively low-cut with a plunging neckline designed to tease a glimpse of the cleavage of the woman wearing it. The dress was delicate and sheer, with luxurious lace. Anyone will look elegant and sensual in that dress, but I’m not wearing it.

“I’m not gonna wear it.” I declared.

“What? Why?”

“It’s umm..a little too much..?”

“YES, IT IS. And that’s why you are going to wear it.” Juliet shoved the dress into my hands and told me to put it on while she was waiting outside. Sensing that I had no other option, I put on the dress and looked at myself in the mirror. And damn, that dress was… I must say, becoming on me. It could turn me from a sexy-nerdy-mysterious-boy lover to a self-obsessed bad girl real quick! The dress cinched at my waist, accentuating my breasts, and cascaded into a flowing skirt that touched the ground. I didn’t want to take it off, even though it goes absolutely against my style.

“You still in there?” Juliet barked from outside.

“Yes, yes, of course,” I murmured, knowing she couldn’t hear me, but I was so mesmerized by my new look that I couldn’t bring myself to speak louder.

A minute passed, and she barged into the dressing room. “OH, MY GOD, you look gorgeous!”

“Thank you.”

“Here, let me do your makeup.”

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I went with Juliet to the masquerade party, where she shortly met with her boyfriend, and I was left alone. Thank G, I had that black, seductive-looking mask on so no one could notice how much of a sexy loser I am.

I was getting bored there, to be honest, considering I thought I’d turn heads in that dress. I was feeling quite lonely seeing strangers dancing with each other, grabbing, and gobbling each other up under the chandeliers. The ambiance was so mysterious that no one cared what the others were doing. Unexpectedly, I was intrigued by a certain stranger standing by the stairs with a red wine glass in his hand. He looked like he was in his mid-30s. If I’m not blind, I swear his eyes were on me. I wanted to use this to my advantage and escape this boring masquerade party that I don’t care about.

But before I could even give it a second thought, I saw the man in a black suit walking right up to me. His other hand was in his pocket, and his jawline looked so sharp that I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be eaten up by his mouth. My valva clenched at the thought, and I felt extremely hot despite the pleasing weather of the fall. 

“Your hands look empty.” The stranger said. His eyes were on mine, but I felt naked. “Let me grab you a drink.”

I couldn’t say a word; my mouth felt dry, my heart rate quickened, and all I could do was stand there and stare. He signaled for me to come along, and I obeyed like a lost puppy. “You must control yourself,” my mind whispered, “for all you know this man is married.”

He handed me a glass of red wine and asked me what my name was.

“It’s Ashley Mars.” I said it in a composed voice, trying to keep my serenity.

The stranger extended his hand and said, “Nice to meet you. My name is Damon. Liza is my cousin.” I shook hands with him and felt his stare linger on me for a few seconds. A moment of disappointment settled on my chest after removing my hand from his, but the sensation where he circled his thump on my wrist remained, and I longed for it in other places of my body.

I can’t believe I was thinking all this just after I met a guy I had never seen before.

Liza was the host of the party, and I was to thank her for inviting Damon that evening.

“Oh, it’s a nice party!” I tried to sound cheerful, but inside was a burning flame of lust.

“You wanna get out of here? It’s too noisy; I can’t hear you.”

My mind shouted, “NO!”, but my legs moved along with his gaze as if he compelled me to obey his every word.

We found ourselves outside of the party and in his black Lamborghini. I don’t remember what he said and did after that, but I found my mouth on his, our tongues playing with each other with such sweet urgency. His hands were roaming all around my body.

“God, you have no idea how ravishing you’re looking in that dress.” He whispered between smooches, then his lips grazed down my neck, leaving sloppy kisses on my skin.

“You smell so nice, Ashley. I can’t wait to see what you taste like.” His tasty mouth skimmed down my collarbone, and all of a sudden, my nipple was in his mouth. He flipped the hard, rosy bud over and over with his tongue, occasionally sucking on it. He treated my other boob with the same attention while gently squeezing and fondling the one that had been in his mouth recently. A breathy sigh escaped my lips, which seemed to turn him on even more as his hands glided down my ribcage and settled on my ass, squeezing them hard as if they were dough balls.

His hold on me was so strong and powerful that I prayed for more. I never thought I would like some rough sex like this but it’s incredibly hot that I would never crave anything else now that I have tasted him. I couldn’t control myself as I felt my labia drenched with hot juice, so much so that it soaked my panty and slid down my thighs. He made me sit on his lap under his rock-hard cock that was unhurriedly asking for its entrance inside my body. The dress was still on me, sliding through my skin, and it didn’t want to stay on my body anymore. His blazer was gone, but the white shirt remained, and the soft fabric of it caressed my boobs and my nipples while he held me close to his chest and continued to French kiss me.

“Damon?” I whispered his name amidst heavy breaths.

“Yes, baby?” He whispered back.

“You have no idea how wet I am right now.”

“Aww, baby, let me see.”

Damon hoisted my dress to reveal my thighs, squeezed them and my ass cheeks with his hands, and slipped my panty aside. His fingers found my pool of moisture. I felt ecstatic as he rubbed them up and down on my wet pussy while periodically inserting them inside my vagina and rocking me in a swift motion. He finger fucked me hard for quite some time, holding my neck and sucking on my boobs.

But those hands were not enough; I wanted all of him; I wanted his hard, throbbing dick inside of my pussy, and I wanted him to fuck me hard right there on his Lamborghini.

“I want you inside of me, please, Damon.”. I pleaded, and he accepted my prayers by shoving his dick hard inside my wet mouth of arousal. His dick was so hard and thick that it filled me up completely; there was no room for air. He pushed himself harder and harder with every passing second, spreading my ass cheeks with his strong hands.

“Fuck, you are so tight.” He groaned and shoved himself harder inside of me. My pussy screamed in desire, and my whole body felt his electric touch. I wanted this moment to last forever. I wanted him to fuck me like this for the rest of my life. I don’t care who he was.

“Fuck me harder, Damon. You are so fucking good.” I screamed. There was no space for moaning, as my whole body was crying in burning passion. His solid dick was inside of me, filling my soul inch by inch. He pushed my fingers inside my ass and kept them there as he pounded the life out of me. I wanted his dick inside my ass but I wasn’t done feeling it in my pussy. I want more and more. 

“Oh god, this is good. Oh god, this is so good.” I cried in delight, hoping this never ends. We were both in a different world, but a knock on his car window brought us back to reality. When I looked outside, I saw my mom yelling, “OPEN THE DOOR.” Her mouth reads,

How did she see me? I was still wearing the mask!

I covered myself up as quickly as I could and heard Damon saying, “Amanda, I can explain.”

I was shocked. “How do you know my mom?” I questioned.

“There is nothing to explain.” My mom was saying, “Let me give you a special treatment for cheating on me with my daughter.”

She told me about her boyfriend, but she said his name was Dean. I have never seen him before today, but I wish I had; then maybe I could have avoided this situation. Now she might have lost a boyfriend, but I was going to lose my mother.

My mom got inside the car through the other door, closed the door, and began undressing herself.

“Mom, what are you doing!?” I couldn’t hide the rage and embarrassment in my voice.

She took Damon’s now-semi-hard dick in her mouth and started giving him a blowjob. She licked my cum off of his dick and blew him, looking deep into his eyes, inviting his own cum inside her mouth. I was kinda disappointed that I didn’t get a taste of his delicious cock, and all the other things that were left undone.

“Amanda, please stop.” Damon was saying, but his expression gave him away. He looked like he was more aroused than before. “Oh fuck. Stop. Don’t do this.” He groaned and reached for my boob to put it in his mouth. His hands found my wet pussy again, and he circled it in slow motion. I spread my legs. The scene of my mom giving him a delicious blowjob made me hornier; I couldn’t help but moan. It was the threesome of my life and as embarrassed as I was, I will always masturbate to it when I’m alone. 

“Oh yes, give it to me, Daddy,” I begged, and I joined them for fun, hoping my daddy will always look after my pleasure like this. Hoping my mommy will forever let me feel her boyfriend’s fingers, his dick, and everything else in my pussy. I’ll be forever grateful to have such parents in my life.