Some Like it Bi:
Erotic tales of bisexual ménage
Mistress Rae
Daisy Dunn
Laura B. Cooper
Jennifer Roberts
T.S. Addison
K. Rowe
Anthony Beal
And Introducing:
Dani Brown
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Copyright © 2012 Neurotica Books; Jennifer Roberts, T.S. Addison, Laura B. Cooper, Daisy Dunn, Anthony Beal, K. Rowe, Mistress Rae, Dani Brown
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"I do not in the least underestimate bisexuality. . . I expect it to provide all further enlightenment."
--Letter from Sigmund Freud to Wilhelm Fliess (25 March 1898)
Carnivalé by Mistress Rae (All)
Strokin’ in the Men's Room by K. Rowe (MMF)
Surprise by Laura B. Cooper (MMF)
Leopard’s Eye by Daisy Dunn (FFM)
Seducing Sunshine by Jennifer Roberts (MMF)
Rumble in the Jungle by T.S. Addison (FFM)
Y’know They Come in Threes by Anthony Beal (MMF)
Office Advancement by Daisy Dunn (FFM)
About Last Night…by Dani Brown (MMF)
FFM = Stories featuring bisexual women, MMF = Stories featuring bisexual men
By Mistress Rae
Genre: Contemporary
Sex: MMF, FFM, FM
When my best friend Josephine invited me to one of her little ‘sex parties’, I didn’t know what to think at first.
She already knew my track record with relationships was pretty pathetic, and I hadn’t been laid in almost six months. She said I needed to get out and try something entirely different. Something I could do without remorse or regret.
Josephine belonged to a ‘swingers’-type club. There were about ten couples in the group, and every now and then, they also held themed parties. She and her boyfriend of three years had been doing it since they first met. Josephine loved to experiment, as did he. A match made in heaven. Her group held these parties every other month, and their upcoming one had a carnival theme. You could wear as much or as little as you wanted, but everyone had to wear a mask. This particular party was also an open invitation to their closest friends who were interested in knowing what their parties were like. There were just a few rules for the surveyors: These parties had to be held in the strictest confidence, and the privacy of the members respected. And voyeurs were fine, but no gawping like a silly, teenaged kid.
I never actually told her I was interested in doing something like that. The idea alone made me feel a little nervous. But after we sat down and she explained everything to me, I felt a little better. No one would ever force me to do something I didn’t want to, and no one would get offended if I declined an offer. Everyone spoke very candidly about what they did and liked to do, and would ask me the same before we engaged in any sort of gameplay. What an interesting ice breaker. People would bring their own toys, and things were done in a safe manner. She also said to wear my come-fuck-me pumps; not a requirement, but would definitely be a necessity.
I had a pair of heels I could barely walk around in; the kind you tiptoed in. I wore them for about fifteen minutes once and they stayed in the box ever since. I had a couple of negligées, so I picked one in black. I also had a couple of Venetian masks from past Halloweens, so that wouldn’t be a problem either.
On the evening of the event, Josephine and her boyfriend picked me up, taking me to a member’s house, excitedly talking about the nights events. In keeping with the theme, there was a group of sexy freak show–type entertainers to liven up things. My imagination ran wild with ideas.
Whoever this group member was, they had money. Their home was like a mini mansion with a pool in the backyard. Thank God this was a masked party; I could feel how hot my face had gotten as I looked around. Nearly every woman was dressed in something from either Frederick’s or Victoria’s Secret. Most of the younger guys wore just thongs; older men were wearing slacks and shirts with the sleeves rolled up. People were conversing, drinking, laughing, and having a good time. I wondered if this was how Hugh Hefner lived at the Playboy mansion. Thank goodness this person had a privacy fence.
I noticed that some of the people there wore a neon pink bracelet, like me. Josephine had given it to me before we arrived; it was to let the group know I was a ‘guest’ there. I smiled and waved as group members did the same to me, and the three of us weaved our way into the house to get drinks. I was definitely going to need a couple in order to loosen up.
Inside was way more intense than outside. A few couples had already begun the festivities, a four way going on in the living room. A young man was lying down on a black shag carpet, servicing two women at once, one sitting on his face, the other on his dick. The one sitting on his face was giving head to another guy who was standing over the other guy’s head, not that he could see anything. The girl looked like she was smothering him with her thighs.
Josephine and another girl by the name of Adeline gave each other a kiss as soon as they met and said hi, and Jo introduced me to her. I waved and smiled again; glad to have a drink in my other hand. I took a heavy gulp. Jo’s boyfriend also gave her a kiss. Adeline’s guy gripped Jo up in a hug and playfully smacked her ass. I took another gulp. Something told me to stop before I got too drunk to enjoy anything, but my nervousness was a bit stronger at the moment.
There was a live DJ by the pool area, and we heard him announce that the ‘freeeak-show entertainment’ would be starting shortly, and afterward, they would hang around for our own private enjoyment. Oh holy hell, what did I get myself into?
The freak show gang was three people, introduced as Baalsy, Miss Coochie, and The Lizard Man. Baalsy was a short guy, with a sleeve of tattoos on his right arm. He had jet black hair, a muscular build and a mustache that would rival Captain Hook’s. But his main attraction, naturally, was the sack hanging between his legs. It looked like his thong could barely hold his package; it was as big as a grapefruit. As Baalsy tore away his thong and stood in the buff in front of the crowd, his rod was nothing to write home about, but it was all part of his freakish trick. He was of average length, but had the girth of a hotdog. He asked for a couple of volunteers to get him riled up, and two girls jumped at the chance. One gave him head, swallowing him down completely; with him being so thin, it wasn’t a problem. Another reached under him to fondle his huge sack. When he asked her to give him an ‘exam’, she knew exactly what he meant, inserting two gloved fingers into his rectum after lubing them up. Baalsy started moaning and yelling out obscenities as he told the girl in front of him to stand back. She moved to the side instead, preferring to stroke his muscled thighs and watch him up close and personal.
The girl behind him continued with her ‘exam’, as Baalsy’s dick became rock-hard, pointing straight ahead, bobbing uncontrollably. He gripped it and furiously began jerking himself off. Eyes closed and making those ever-funny fuck faces, beads of perspiration formed on his forehead. We could see his sack rise and drop with the forming tension, the tip of his dick now dripping pre-come… a lot more than normal, I should add. Before we knew it, Baalsy exploded. Cum shot forth, a whole yard ahead of him, like an erupting volcano, sticky strings of white flowing everywhere. The girl that decided to stay there got a surprise shower, but I don’t think she cared. She looked more amazed than anything else.
Baalsy kept going, and just when we thought it was over, he began pulling at his sack as he continued jerking off. Another wave of cum erupted; now getting on his hand, flowing out of him in unnatural amounts. The girl continued giving her exam, getting a kick out what she was doing to him. With a few more ball-jerking motions, Baalsy gave another moan, his final ejaculation the smallest out of all three, and the most normal-looking. When he collapsed in a pool chair, the crowd whistled and clapped, with Baalsy saluting everyone.
“Un-fucking-believable,” I heard Jo say, applauding in appreciation, with Adeline’s man giving her ass a squeeze, his own hard-on looking like it was about to break free from its flimsy constraints. Where Jo’s boyfriend and Adeline were, who knew.
Adeline’s guy whispered something in Jo’s ear as he fondled his balls, and she gave a big grin. She looked to me next.
“Will you be alright by yourself for a little while? Kyle is getting a bit… antsy,” she whispered, winking.
I smirked and waved her off. “Don’t let me stop you.”
“The next performance will be Miss Coochie in the den in about one hour. I’ll catch up with you then,” she called as Kyle pulled her away, laughing.
Like I knew where the den actually was in this place. Oh well, I’d find out later. I took a deep breath and sighed, getting another drink. Time to go and be a voyeur.
I took a slow stroll around the house, taking note of people’s behavior. Some preferred taking their pleasures outdoors, some indoors. Some were exhibitionists, while others took their actions behind closed doors. Things were a whirlwind of latex, fur and feathers, pearls and lace, glitter and sequins, with sheer material leaving nothing to the imagination. Large smiles sat under the ornate and colorful masks that some wore, while others sported something as simple as a metallic colored, cheap party store mask that covered just the eyes.
Spotting three girls that wore the same bracelet I did, they huddled together in a room that had its door open. They were watching something. Curiosity got the better of me.
What I saw looked like a carnival act all its own; three guys in a cluster of arms and legs, one giving head, one getting anal, and the other getting satisfied with a dildo. And not too far away from that little ménage trois, I watched as one man wearing a biker jacket and a pink tutu was positioned on his hands and knees on a bed as his partner flogged him with a cat-o’nine tails. The one on the bed had a severe hard-on, not to mention a rosy pink ass. I grinned and kept nursing my drink as I kept going.
I went halfway up a random staircase, scouting the entire living room. One couple in a corner were enjoying themselves, a girl with angel wings and a silver sequined eye mask crushed to the wall by an older man, her legs wrapped around his waist as he plunged into her and fondled her breasts. Two other couples took over a large table centered in the middle of the room, one bent over the table while another older man spread her cheeks and ravaged her from behind, the other on her back while her man had her legs spread-eagled, drilling into her like there was no tomorrow; her fire-engine red pumps high in the air for all to see.
This was the most entertaining party I had ever been to in my entire life.
I was pretty sure there was more action going on upstairs; plenty of moans and cries of pleasure were going on from both men and women. A few doors were open, so I let my curiosity lead me astray.
Who should I see but Baalsy resting on a bed? He was by himself, wearing black suspender speedos, the outfit scarily reminding me of something I saw that character Borat wear.
He opened his eyes and looked at me, smiling. “Hello, my dear. Enjoy the show?”
I swallowed, taking another sip of my drink before I nodded. Again, I was so glad this was a masked event.
He spotted my bracelet. “Ah, you’re a guest this evening,” he continued. “This must be your first time to something like this. Overwhelming, I assume.”
I grinned, nodding again.
“Well,” he said standing up. Wow, he was pretty short, seeing him this close to me. He had to have been no taller than five-foot-four. “Have you partaken in any of tonight’s pleasure-seeking activities?”
I shook my head. “Just observing,” I finally said, gripping my drink a little tighter.
“I know. You’re nervous,” he continued. “I was the same way when I first started down this road of sinful delights and debauchery.” He grinned. “Are you single? Married? Boyfriend? Girlfriend?”
“Single,” I continued. “My best friend encouraged me to try this out.”
“Ah,” he replied, a twinkle in his eye. “Would you like to try something out now?”
I swallowed. “With you?” The show he put on intimidated me. I imagined coming out of it a sticky mess.
He chuckled. “Don’t worry. Just tell me what you’d like me to do.”
I gawped. “I’ve never had a guy ask me what I want. It’s always more of a ‘stab’ and ‘see ya later kind of thing.”
“Oh, you poor girl,” he said and actually hugged me. I reciprocated. I guess the drinks had finally loosened me up, as I was feeling a bit gabby now.
“You know, you kinda remind me of a short Freddy Mercury.” I said with a warm smile. “I love Queen.”
He laughed. “I get that sometimes!” He showed me his sleeve of tattoos, and in the array of delicate drawings, he actually had an image of Freddy on his bicep.
“Cool,” I said, allowing myself to touch the rest of his arm. He then wrapped it around me.
“C’mon. This is your night. What would you like?”
“To finally get laid,” I blurted out. “It’s been almost six months.”
He slapped a hand over his mouth. “Seriously? Dear Lord, I can’t imagine how pent-up you must be.” Baalsy took my drink out of my hand, then got up and shut the door. He sat back down on the bed, facing me, and took off my mask.
“You’re very pretty,” he said, smiling. “And you haven’t been laid in nearly six months? Shame. I would love to start you out with something gentle.”
I got comfortable on the bed, and he ran his hands up my thighs. When he got to my thong, he looked at me. “May I?”
I nodded eagerly. He still looked flaccid –it was hard to tell with those big balls of his—but as he removed that flimsy piece of material from between my legs, I realized he had other plans for me.
Parting my thighs, he bent down. His tongue was soft as it slowly swirled around my clit, darting in and out of my vagina. I gave a soft moan, feeling myself inching down onto his face. He began to suckle my reddening bud, and quickly, I felt a white-hot fire stirring in the deepest part of my cunt. What I was really craving was a good cock-beating, and as gentle as Baalsy was being with me with his clitoral stimulation, I wasn’t sure if he would be able to satisfy me with that thin cock of his.
His mouth encompassed my entire pussy, his tongue unrelenting as I received a barrage of butterfly licks to my clit. I panted and moaned, arching my back, begging for more. He urged me back down, sliding a finger into my tunnel. This was too much of a tease. I moaned and bucked again, and then --frustration of all frustrations-- he stopped.
“This isn’t enough for you, and I can understand why,” he said, listening to me pant. When I calmed down, his next question took me by surprise. “Have you ever had anal?”
I tried to follow the rule and not gawp like a teenager as I answered. “Nope. Never tried.”
He stood up, rock hard again. “Well, as you can see, I’m an excellent size for a beginner.”
I swallowed. “Will…will it hurt?”
“I have something to numb the penetration, and I’ll be very slow.”
I took a quick glance across the room. “What’s the best way to do this?”
“It depends on the individual. We could try standing, but you’d have to remove your shoes, for obvious reasons. Or you could get on your hands and knees, or lie on your back.”
I opted for the hands and knees position, and Baalsy got on the bed, kneeling behind me. I heard him do a couple of things first: a cap popped open and I heard a tiny squirting sound. He parted my cheeks and I felt his finger spread something cool and tingly on my anus. Then, there was a rubbery snap. I didn’t realize they made condoms in his size, and I wasn’t saying it to be funny.
He massaged my anus for a few moments, my legs already trembling. I hated to admit how sensual it felt. And then, he spread my cheeks, slowly beginning to work his way into me.
“The trick is to relax everything,” he said softly, so I tried doing like he said, relaxing my muscles. Being an exit-only gal, the reverse feeling was being met with resistance, the penetration coupling with a bit of a burning sensation. My body seemed to have a mind of its own; I could tell Ballsy had at least gotten the tip of his dick in, but I didn’t know how much further he had gotten before my muscles tightened around his member, forcing him back out.
“Wow, you are tense,” he quipped, as I heard him pop the condom off.
“I…I did like what you did beforehand,” I stammered.
“The anal massage?” he grinned. “Well, if I can’t please you one way, I’ll definitely try another.”
I lay on my back again, and Baalsy lifted my legs, pushing them so far back, my thighs were touching my breasts. He dove for my clit again, which was swollen and throbbing madly, needing release. And as his tongue stroked, lapped and prodded, I felt his finger rubbing against my exit. He actually took it a step further, now feeling his tongue probe and lick that forbidden spot. I moaned, my hand reaching for my swollen bud, stroking and rubbing the very tip of it. Baalsy’s hand found mine, and he took over for me. The combined sensations on both my clit and anus were enough to send me reeling, and before I knew it, I was moaning and gasping like a whore in heat as I released the floodgate, a warm river running out of me for nearly three seconds. Baalsy’s mustache was sopping wet.
“Well, my dear, I’m sure you’re feeling a lot better now.” He stood up, his dick still standing at attention.
“Oh Baalsy,” I said, looking at it. The tip was purplish, the shaft a deep pink color and veiny, his balls rising and dropping like it did before. He really needed to get off badly.
Without thinking, I grabbed him, taking him into my mouth. My tongue swirled around that bulbous head, finding the slit, tasting his salty pre-come.
“Dear God,” he whispered, his knees almost buckling.
Sucking him off was very easy; no choking or gagging whatsoever. I gently squeezed his sack, feeling his balls tighten in response to my touch.
“I’m gonna blow,” he panted, so I pulled away and got off the bed, letting him finish.
He jerked himself off one last time, the white eruption looking like it was more than what he performed outside, shooting across the length of the bed. Out of desire, I gently gripped his sack, feeling it tense and swell again. He moaned in response, shooting off another load. He collapsed off to the side of the bed, away from his ejaculation.
“Thank you,” I told him, my entire body feeling relaxed and tense free.
“No… thank you,” he said when he composed himself. “It felt very easy doing that with you.” He sat up, took my hand, and kissed it. I was stunned; I never had a guy do that to me, either. “Go on. I’ll clean up here. Enjoy the rest of your night. Perhaps I’ll see you again before it’s over.”
I grabbed my drink and mask off the nightstand, then quietly closed the door behind me.
The hallway was dark as I listened to the noises below. Between the loud music, laughter and talking, no one on the outside would be able to tell what type of party this was.
Although my body was nice and limber from that little workout with Baalsy, my pussy was still burning for that cock-beating I so desperately wanted. And now I was hungry. Luckily, there were plenty of plates of fruits, meats, crackers, cheeses and wine still going around. I grabbed a desert plate, piling it with a little of everything, taking it with another glass of wine to a secluded area poolside. I had no clue where Jo was, but I knew she wouldn’t leave the party without me.
A few yards from where I sat, two women were in a hot tub making out, rubbing and suckling each other’s wet breasts and kissing passionately. One lone guy in the tub watched them, and I could tell from his facial expressions that he was jerking off under water. I snorted and shook my head.
As I finished my food and dumped the plate in the nearest trashcan, one of the girls crooked her finger at me, beckoning me over.
“Are you enjoying the party?” She had long dark hair, blue eyes, and a heavy English accent, sporting a very pretty silver and pink butterfly mask.
“Sure,” I answered, nursing my fourth glass of wine.
“I saw your bracelet, and just wanted to make sure,” she replied with a smile. One thing was certain, they all seemed very polite.
“Thank you for your concern,” I said, returning the gesture.
“Have you ever been kissed by a girl before?” the other one asked me. She had red hair and striking green eyes, wearing an appropriately-fitting cat mask Again, the question took me by surprise, so I remembered that rule again, and shook my head.
“Do you want to know what it’s like?” She gave me a very coy smile.
I paused. Oh, what the hell; one kiss wasn’t going to kill me. Wow, were these drinks really making me let go of my inhibitions.
I leaned forward, expecting a simple peck on the lips, but she gave me a full open-mouthed one, tongue and all. Hot Tub Guy was splashing some water around, trying to jerk off even faster.
Cat Girl pulled away, smiling. “There. Now you’ll have something to tell your kids when you get old.”
“Will I ever,” I replied, not knowing what else to say, saluting her with my wine glass. It was different. Awkward, but kind of nice too.
“Care to join us?” Butterfly Girl asked me, gesturing to the hot tub.
“I’m trying to catch up to my friend so we can watch the next performance.”
“Miss Coochie, right?” Cat Girl turned to her partner as she nodded in reply.
“Actually, we don’t want to miss her either. Thank you for reminding us!”
“No prob,” I said, and kept wandering. I found my way back into the house and to the den area, my buzz now to the point where the din of chatter and music wasn’t even a bother. It just felt like a regular crazy party to me.
I spotted Jo and Adeline’s man on the opposite side of the den. Jo was topless, wearing pasties this time as Kyle stood behind her, hands cupping her breasts and massaging them. Her eyes were closed as he made a few arching gestures with his hips and gave a little moan. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear he was fucking her right then and there, and the idea started getting my pussy riled up again. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and waved at me, and I gave her the thumbs-up sign.
Miss Coochie walked around the room wearing a dark green, sheer, floor length robe, her size F tits nearly falling out of it. With wide, thick hips and an ass to match, she definitely looked like a MILF, and kept herself in good shape. She twirled around a very large dildo as she strutted around, telling her story, proclaiming that no man had ever been able to fully please her, i.e., make her come. Many, many men had tried with no success, no matter how big they were, and she was tired of doing it herself. So she put the whole room up to the challenge, forewarning there was a reason why it was so tough to get her off.
She plopped down on one of those fancy, backless couches, leaned on her side, and flipped back her robe, exposing her thighs. Then she propped one leg up on the couch, exposing her pussy to the crowd. Some people gasped as I heard a few “Oh shits” from the group.
Her clit was huge. Put your two pinky fingers together, and that was the size of hers. In fact, her entire pussy looked big; as if any guy’s dick would get lost in it the moment they took the plunge.
One guy immediately volunteered, claiming every girl he ate out always came in under a minute. The crowd cheered him on as he got on his knees and went to town on Miss Coochie.
As she dropped her head back, moaning and gyrating her hips against his face, the guy kept at it. We couldn’t see any of his tongue-action, just his head moving around.
“Faster,” Miss Coochie panted, as the dude complied. “Now suck it,” she demanded, moaning again as he obeyed her wishes. “That’s it…. keep sucking… now pull it. That’s it… keep going…”
This scene was causing several couples to either disappear quickly from the room or drop to the floor and start sucking their own partners off. Then I sensed someone behind me, and turned to see who it was.
It was a guy about six feet even. He had brown hair, and was wearing a burgundy colored robe, so I knew he was wearing nothing underneath. He also sported a plain, white, full-face mask. Interesting. The only thing I saw was his blue eyes. He nodded at me, and I replied in the same manner with a slight smile. Something about him seemed a little bit creepy, but it was more than likely because of the mask.
Some louder moaning drew my attention back to the center of the room. The guy had given up, falling on his rear end. His buddies playfully booed him as he massaged his sore jaw. Miss Coochie raised her hands up as if to say, “Oh well”.
“Any more takers?” she replied, and this time, two guys that had been briefly talking to each other stepped forth. One of them whispered something in her ear, and her expression looked surprised.
“These two gentlemen think I need some double penetration. What do you all think?”
The crowd whooped and yelled so loudly, I thought I felt my eardrums vibrate.
One guy wearing one of those cheapo eye masks lay down on the couch, his legs to either side, fully erect, his dick eagerly bobbing and twitching, waiting for the action. Miss Coochie straddled him as he grabbed her hips for support while she eased herself down onto him. Eyes closed, she started moaning again until finally he was in to the hilt…all the way up her ass.
Slowly, she leaned back, her clit pulsing, needing release. She reached down to fondle it with her hideous, green painted bird claws, the second guy, wearing a Venetian bird mask, stepped up to the challenge. He thrust himself into her tunnel of no return and started pumping. The crowd cheered them on, Miss Coochie crying out in total bliss.
This went on for about a good five minutes, the guy under her giving some very slow gyrations to her backdoor, and the other guy hovered over her pumping into her pussy like a well-oiled machine. He sucked on his thumb briefly before rubbing Miss Coochie’s clit, as she arched her back, letting him take control.
The guys were absolutely right in their theory. Double the pleasure, double the fun, right? Miss Coochie cried out obscenities as we saw a river running out of her tunnel and down the first guy’s balls. Despite Bird Man being quite hung, we noticed there was still quite a bit of space between his dick and where we saw that river come from. She obviously liked her men very big.
And since she came all over both men, the one up her backdoor spurted next. He cried out as his sack tensed and relaxed with each wave of his ejaculation until he was spent. Bird Man, however, was having trouble. Perhaps the lack of tightness and friction in Miss Coochie’s pussy was the culprit. Bird Man perspired, but his stamina was relentless. Finally, his body stiffened and he practically roared as he blew his load, a very wet-sounding noise emitting from between his and Miss Coochie’s loins. His ejaculation was so great it had backfired, running out of her tunnel as quickly as hers did. He pulled out, drooping and sopping wet.
Miss Coochie’s clit, however, had regained its size, swollen once more, and she claimed she needed one last release. The ass-man suggested they switch positions when the very first guy wanted to try again, probably needing to prove his legendary status, not to mention needing an ego boost. This time, he lay on the couch, beckoning with his hands for Miss Coochie to come sit on his face. As she did, Ass-Man regained his hard on, working his rod into her backdoor again, with Miss Coochie moaning, eyes closed, slowly rocking against both sensations. Ass-Man made some slow deep thrusts into her backdoor as he smacked her cheeks a few times. Mr. Tongue gripped her thick inner thighs, spreading her nether lips, suckling that large red bud like a baby suckling a teat. He reached up to play with Miss Coochie’s very balloon-like breasts, her nipples perked as he rubbed and pulled at them. The two of them got her reeling again, and she came for the final time on Mr. Tongue’s face. It was amazing he didn’t drown.
The three of them got up off the couch, with Mr. Tongue raising his arms in victory as his buddies whistled and cheered. Legend restored. Ass-Man walked her to another couch to rest. That one was hell of an acrobatics show. The woman had to have been exhausted.
Other mini orgies were still continuing in the room, but the main attraction was over. As I turned to leave, the guy behind me hadn’t budged, and I almost bumped into him. He was still staring at me.
“I’m sorry,” I said, giving a quick smile. He still seemed a little creepy to me.
He held his hand up, as if saying I didn’t need to apologize, and took my hand in his, gently patted the top of mine, and then gestured to the room door exit.
I swallowed. “Would you like for me to come with you?”
He gave a very cordial bow, meaning yes. Holy hell. I was going to need another glass a wine for this.
The idea of communicating in complete silence was very interesting. It made me wonder if anyone had taken this guy up due to this quirky tactic. Curiosity got the better of me yet again. As he led me up a flight of stairs, I had to ask.
“Um… have you had any… experiences this evening?”
He turned to me and shook his head, then, with two fingers, gestured from his eyes to mine. I guess that meant he was watching me. Yeesh, this was getting creepier.
“So… you were checking me out?”
He nodded, holding both hands to his heart.
“I take it you were holding out for me, then.”
He eagerly nodded once more as he looked into my eyes, stroking the top of my hand again. I wondered if he was happy that someone took the time to figure out what he was silently saying, and to help him play out his muted fantasy. We found an empty room, and he escorted me in. I was glad he wasn’t one who liked being an exhibitionist. Since we were out of everyone’s view, I took my mask off.
When he closed the door and turned to face me, he cupped my face in his hands. My heart started racing. I know that the wearing of masks was supposed to add to the mysteriousness of whom your partner was, but it also gave a feeling of excitement and nervousness; something taboo and scary, and his plain mask made me feel like I had stepped into Laura Branigan’s 80’s music video, Self-Control.
He took one of my hands and put it on his chest, then led me to the bed. Sitting us both down, he tilted his head to the side ever so slightly, pointed to my bracelet, and then gestured to me, as if waiting for me to speak. Ah, he wanted me to tell him what I wanted.
“Damn, I wish I had a drink,” I mumbled to myself, my larger-than-usual buzz wearing off.
He held up an index finger, and then got up to walk toward a night table near the door. I didn’t even pay attention to the tray holding a bottle of wine and two glasses. He popped the cork and poured me half a glass, bringing it to me.
“Thank you,” I said, chugging it down as he watched me, head tilted again. Trying to keep calm and cool around him was not easy.
“Well,” I began, trying to hold on to the rest of what I had left in my glass. “I guess I’m just looking for a good, old-fashioned lay…” I took another swallow. “Nothing crazy or anything.”
My mystery guy nodded, beckoning me to lie back on the pillow. Quickly putting my drink down, he pulled my thong down my legs and spread my thighs. He lifted his mask, not letting me see his face, and I felt his tongue enter me, tickling my folds right before he began suckling my clit.
He was nothing like Baalsy. This guy was a little more aggressive, like he knew what he was doing. He knew just how much pull or pressure to give to every part of my pussy. I could feel the tension in my loins building, a white-hot sensation growing deep within. I panted, trying not to moan as I scooted down, arching my pussy up toward his face.
His tongue-lashings were mind-blowing. Letting myself give in to an orgasm, another river flowed from me. He attacked my clit with a few more flicks while it was still sensitive, and I yelped. He pulled his mask back down before standing up and disrobing. Damn, were all the guys here hung? His shaft was thick and long with a bulbous, dark pink tip that just begged to be sucked. I noticed that a lot of the guys running around here looked like they could have been porn stars.
He turned me over on my stomach, pulling me by my ankles toward him. Urging me on my hands and knees, I heard him lift his mask up once more, then spread my cheeks. He lapped at my wet, throbbing cunt as my thighs trembled, anticipating his plunge.
Smacking his hot and heavy cock against my pussy, I felt a few strands of his pre come land on my lower back before he started teasing me, rubbing his head against my folds. He went as far as his tip at first, an even bigger tease, making my pussy burn like never before. I wanted to yell out for him to just fuck me, but didn’t want to appear rude.
He tried going for one swift and heady thrust, but had some difficulty. Either I was pretty tight, or he was simply larger than what I was used to. Maybe it was a bit of both. He gripped my cheeks, parting me even wider, and then began inching his way deeper into my tunnel. I tried restraining my noises of bliss, that thick shaft of his filling every bit of me. I swear it felt like he stretched my entrance to accommodate his size, the sensation sending me over the edge. He reached the very depths of me, trying to keep his own carnal noises to a minimum once he was in to the hilt. When he started gyrating his hips, I couldn’t keep silent. This mysterious stranger touched all my walls, hitting that spot deep inside me that gave me a pleasurable pain that made me cry out and demand more. Once he loosened me up, he started thrusting harder, that pleasure-pain sensation making my entire lower half tremble. I tightened my tunnel, intensifying his thrusts while making him moan and pump his hips faster. I began bucking against him, reveling in this single, lustful, moment of depravity. I never felt so uninhibited and carefree, my cunt hot and slippery with our combined fluids.
Gripping my hips, he began slamming my pussy harder onto his shaft, making me call out to God quite a few times. Another orgasm was building, and I moaned, my cunt needing some extra attention.
It was as if he read my mind; he reached under me and gently rubbed my swollen bud. Making more noises of carnal lust, I pushed my greedy cunt onto him and stiffened my lower body, focusing my attention on the fiery, feathery sensations he was sending to my clit. Hot juices flowed from me once more, and he commenced pumping me until I heard him grunt and moan, his ejaculation filling me with his own hot lava until I felt it drain down my inner thighs.
When he pulled out, my tunnel felt empty. I collapsed on the bed, and he rolled me onto my back, parting my thighs, holding me by the backs of my knees. He took his limp cock and smacked it against my wet cunt, urging it back to life. I let out a puff of air in exhaustion and closed my eyes, and taking that opportunity to lift his mask again, before I knew it, he was giving my pussy another thorough licking. I moaned and squirmed, still sensitive after my orgasm, but enjoying it just the same.
At last, he gave me a chance to rest, collapsing beside me. He took my hand and held it to his chest again, the gaze in his eyes intense. I had a feeling he wanted to know how it was.
“Absolutely amazing,” I managed to say in a breathy whisper. “I hadn’t had sex in nearly six months.”
The look in his eyes made it seem like he was incredulous to the notion, but he took my hand and squeezed it gently, giving me a small nod.
We stayed like that for a while, simply basking in each other’s presence. Had I actually made some sort of connection with this mysterious man?
Whoever this room belonged to, it had a personal shower. After we rested, we took a shower together, him still keeping the mask on. After I got dressed and he put his robe back on, he lifted his mask just enough to kiss my hand, and I got a glimpse of those kissable lips of his. I noticed he had just a hint of a mustache, coupled with a five o’clock shadow. He stayed behind to straighten up the room, leaving me in a wobbly stupor.
I felt like going to sleep after that tryst, and actually considered asking him for his name and number. Despite the silent eeriness of his visage, I felt something spark between us.
Lizard Guy was outside entertaining the crowd, and I think I missed part of his performance, but at that point, I didn’t care. He was creepy in his own right; scale-like tattoos covering half of his body, horny implants in his forehead, piercings on his face and through his nipples, yellow snake eye contacts, and a real forked tongue. I didn’t know if he had that surgically done or not, but it looked a bit too freaky for my tastes. His dick was also pierced, a Prince Albert all too prominent. He was challenging the girls not to come for a full minute while under the wrath of his tongue. He flicked it as he spoke, and that’s when we saw how long it was. I think he would have given Gene Simmons a good run for his money, as a lot of women appeared too afraid to take him up on it. One was bold enough to try, plopping down in a pool chair and spreading her legs for him. The crowd whooped and cheered, and as Lizard Guy got on his knees and dove for her cunt, her expression looked as if she wished she didn’t take the dare. She rolled her head back and moaned out loud; gripping the chair’s arm rests as her legs rose and trembled before her body gave way to a rack of spasms. Three others decided to give it a shot, or they just wanted to know what it felt like to have a forked tongue flicking at their clits, as none of them made it to a minute.
As the night turned into early morning, people started heading out. Masks were coming off, and naked couples had found spots to sleep off their drunkenness. My brain was getting fuzzy, between the stages of wakefulness and sleep. When one-thirty hit, I finally found Jo and her man having their last drinks in a den. Another couple was also in the room, and they had fallen asleep in a sixty-nine position.
“I’m so ready to hit the sack,” she said, giving a sigh and rubbing her knees. “So, how did you enjoy the party?”
“This was way beyond just being ‘memorable’,” I replied. “Nothing can ever compare to this.”
“Well, I’m glad to hear that,” she exclaimed, grinning. “Do you think you’ll want to come here again?”
I paused. “Maybe…”
“How many encounters did you have?”
“Two. Well… one and a half. And does kissing a girl count?”
“Yes, it does.” She then shook her head and eyed me. “A half?”
“I tried doing something that didn’t quite work out. But I did get what I came here for…” I thought about my masked stranger. “Boy, did I ever.”
“Well, good for you. You needed it. And if you ever want to do this again, just let me know. Since we’re friends, it’ll be easier for you when and if you decide to become a member.”
Once I was home and in my own bed, my last thoughts were on my mystery man. I’d do it all again just to see him. He had rocked my world and then some. Maybe it was because I hadn’t been with a guy for so long; who knew?
Jo and I had deep discussions afterward about my experiences there, and I couldn’t help but talk about my mystery guy the most. It wasn’t until she invited me out to dinner with her and her man that I got an unexpected surprise. Jo had set me up on a blind date. At first I wanted to leave the restaurant; the last time she had done something like that, it turned into a disaster.
As the three of us sat at a table looking over the menus, I dreaded the arrival of my blind date. About five minutes after we were seated, I spotted a tall gentleman approach us. He had a bouquet of roses in his hand. Jo waved him over and he smiled as he saw me.
“Audrey, this is William,” she said to me, and I nodded at him.
“Nice to meet you,” I said, shaking his hand.
He gave a slow, big, all-knowing grin. “Likewise,” he replied, his gaze very piercing.
Jo excused herself to go to the ladies room, and she gestured at her man with her head. He took the hint and got up, following after her. Now why in hell would they leave me alone with this guy?
He handed me the bouquet, a dozen roses, all red, except for a single yellow one in the center. A secret message all its own.
“Thank you, William,” I said, swallowing. “They’re lovely.”
Without warning, he took my hand and kissed it. Something seemed all too familiar about that…
When William tilted his head and gazed hard into my eyes, I knew.
“Oh, my God…” I backed my chair away and stood up, my face getting hot. He quickly followed, taking my hand and putting it on his chest, smiling at me again.
“I’m so glad I found you…thanks to your friend Josephine. I emailed every member of our group trying to find out who you were.” He pulled me closer to him. “And this time, I’m not letting you go. I felt something between us… and I think you did too.”
I nodded, stunned that he went through such lengths to find me. Probably he and Jo set this whole thing up.
“So… how would you like to go on another date… just the two of us? And this time, I’ll do all the talking.”
“No masks needed, I hope?” I wrapped my arms around his waist.
“We’ll save them for Halloween…or maybe another Carnivale.” He winked at me.
Hmm…. It looked as if I found my own match made in heaven this go ‘round….
The End
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By K. Rowe
Genre: Contemporary
Sex: MMF
Brenda Sills walked down the aisle between the seemingly endless rows of cubicles. The skirt of her business suit was probably tighter than it should have been. She liked it that way. In fact, not only did she like it, but she knew several of the guys did too. And the one who really mattered was Philip Branson, the senior VP of the company. There was a managerial job opening in product marketing, and Brenda wanted it. She hoped the tactics she had used to get her current position would work to help her move up again.
“Hey, Brenda,” Jordan Knox called. He was competing for the same position. “Nice suit.”
She looked over and scowled at him. “Yeah.”
Glancing at her watch, she noticed it was almost quitting time. Would she be able to catch him? Her heels clicked along at a faster pace. As she rounded the corner into what they called “King’s Alley,” she noticed Philip coming from his office. He seemed to be in a hurry. “Uh, Mr. Branson?” she asked.
“Sorry, late for a meeting, I’ll get with you tomorrow.” He blew past her, heading to the elevator.
Brenda stopped. That didn’t go according to plan. She frowned and wondered what else she could do. When she’d browsed the company website, she found Philip was single. Was he off on a date with some woman? Was he gay? No, he didn’t at all act like it. He tended to strut around like an Alpha male. And he looked the part too. At six-foot-three, broad-chested, and even broader shouldered, he was quite a sight. He kept his jet black hair extremely neat and tidy. You could never find even a hint of stubble on his face, and he dressed in very expensive suits. She relished any chance she got to look into his deep brown eyes, they made her tingly all over. Philip was drop-dead gorgeous.
Deciding she’d call it quits for the day, she walked back down the row of cubicles. Keeping her eyes fixed on the exit because she desperately wanted to avoid Jordan. He stood about six feet tall, had oddly reddish hair and green eyes. His frame was thin and somewhat gaunt, suits tended to hang off him. And he had an annoying quality about him that Brenda just couldn’t stand.
“What’s a matter, Brenda? Philip not there to give lip service to?” he called from his cubicle.
She frantically looked around to see who heard. Luckily they were the only two that she could see. “Fuck off, Jordan.”
“Hey, I’m not the one fucking my way to the top.”
“Damn you!” She kept walking.
“Look, if you need someone to fuck, I’m available.”
Brenda spun around. “Not if you were the last man on earth!”
“Suit yourself, but when I get the job and move up, you’ll be fucking me to get your next promotion.”
“The hell I will!” She stomped out, slamming the door. Going to the parking lot, she got into her car. “Damn, Jordan! Damn Philip! I want that promotion!” Shoving the keys in the ignition, she backed out and drove home, all the while trying to figure out how to get to Philip. She wanted him in the worst way; not only for the promotion, but because he was so damned handsome. And she wondered, along with his imposing stature, did he have a dick to match it? Oh, that would be a treat.
Pulling into the driveway, she turned off the car. “How the hell can I manage this?” Brenda got her things and went inside. After getting changed, she made some dinner and decided to have a nice glass of red wine to settle her nerves. Jordan could be such a prick. She hated his guts and really wished he’d get fired. If only she could find something he did wrong to get him fired. Then the job would be hers, without having to resort to slut tactics. But still, she wanted Philip. She wanted that big, sexy body all to herself.
Plopping down on the sofa, she turned on the TV and flipped through the channels. As usual, nothing was on. Deciding she wanted another glass of wine, she went back to the kitchen, refilling her glass nearly to the rim. How could she deal with Jordan? She needed to take him out of the picture. He was her only stumbling block to that promotion.
Returning to the sofa, she found something to watch. Sipping on her wine, she continued to think. When the glass was empty, she nodded off to sleep. And as she slept, thoughts of Philip flooded her mind. Soon, she was dreaming, and Philip was right there with her.
Her dream took her back to work, but this time, she didn’t see Jordan. In fact, she didn’t see anyone. She walked down the rows of cubicles towards King’s Alley. Rounding the corner, she ran right into Philip.
“Oh, sorry,” he said.
Brenda just stared at him blankly.
“Uh, can I help you?” he asked.
“Mr. Branson, I’d like that promotion to marketing manager.”
“You would, huh?”
“Yes, I would. And I’m prepared to do anything for it.”
“Anything?”
“Anything,” she replied.
“Really?”
“Really.”
He looked at his watch. “I have a meeting, but I’ll be back before close of business. Come by my office just before five.”
“Certainly.”
As she dreamed, Brenda willed the time to pass. Soon, she was at his office door. She knocked, and was surprised that he came and opened it.
“Come in,” he said, holding the door for her.
She glanced up and saw he looked more handsome than ever.
He closed the door and took his place at his desk. “So, you want that promotion, huh?”
“Yes.”
“You know Jordan Knox is up for it as well.”
She walked around to him. “Will Jordan Knox suck your dick for it?” Brenda watched as his face turned from initial shock to a slight smile.
“I don’t think I’d ask that of him.”
“Do you wanna ask it from me?”
He reached up and put his hand on her hip. “Some would say that’s showing favoritism, but I won’t tell if you don’t.” Letting his hand slide, he unbuttoned his coat and took it off, laying it on the desk. Next, he unbuckled his belt. Brenda couldn’t wait to see his dick. Slowly, he undid the top button of his dress trousers and pulled the zipper down. Reaching his hands inside, he wiggled his underwear down enough that she could see his cock. He was already starting to get hard. “Fabulous,” Brenda gasped.
“I bet you’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you?” He gave his cock a couple of good strokes to get even harder.
“Oh, my.”
Philip looked at her. “Yeah, you have, I can tell.” He slid his hand up her skirt, nudging her underwear aside and feeling the wetness of her folds. “Oh, yeah.” Taking a couple fingers, he delved into her reaches and pleasured her.
Brenda moaned and writhed in her sleep. Oh, fuck, Philip was fingering her. More! She let herself go deep into the dream. What else would he do to her?
“Feel good?” he asked.
“Very.” She spread her legs a little, giving him more access. What she really wanted was to be straddling his lap and riding him like a wild stallion. Perhaps the dream would take her there.
Philip continued to play with her. As he did, he gently stroked his cock. He wanted her one way or another, and right now, he wanted that blow job. “How about sucking my dick?” he said softly, his thumb teasing her clit.
Brenda pulled up her skirt so she could kneel. Philip let his hand slide from her pussy and sat back in his chair. He watched as she got closer, her hands wrapping around his cock and her mouth moving in. She let her lips close on him, her tongue firmly pressing his hard shaft, feeling the bulging veins. He gasped as she began to suck and move her head up and down.
The ache Brenda felt almost woke her from the dream. Her clit throbbed and muscles all over twitched. She wanted Philip. She wanted that big, hard dick inside her. But right now, she wasn’t arguing over sucking it. And he was big, all right. She couldn’t take but half of him in her mouth before it would make her gag. She wondered how much of him her pussy could take.
She glanced up and saw him with his eyes closed; a sultry, sexy look on his face. Yes, he was enjoying this. Promotion, here I come!
“Brenda?” he whispered.
“Yeah?”
“How about you get up on my desk?” He reached over her and tried to clear it off. Brenda stood and he helped her up. She sat with her legs dangling on either side of his. “Mmm,” he moaned, hitching her skirt up. Grabbing her panties, he pulled them off to the side and leaned in to suckle her clit. Brenda gasped as his tongue went to work. Her muscles twitched as he sucked and flicked his tongue about. Then he took two fingers and slipped them in her pussy—wet, wet, wet. “Ah, nice,” he said between sucks. He gave her a few minutes of attention and changed his mind. “I bet you’re begging for this big dick to fill you up, huh?” Philip stood, presenting his full erection.
“I ache, please, fuck me, take me. Make the pain go away,” she pleaded.
“Dunno, I may split you in half with this.”
“I want you, I’ve always wanted you.”
He grabbed her hips and pulled her buttocks right to the edge of the desk. “Now you’re gonna get me.” Taking his cock, he pressed it firmly against her. She was tight, very tight, but wet. He took his time in the beginning, letting her juices lube him up. Brenda gasped as she felt him enter, her muscles were stretched taut and it kind of hurt. God, he was huge. He pushed a little deeper and she cried out.
“Do you still want me?” he asked.
“Yes,” a tear rolled down her cheek. Yes, she wanted him, pain or no pain, she wanted Philip Branson to fuck her.
“I doubt you’ve been fucked by someone so big.”
“I don’t care, take me.”
“You really want that promotion, don’t you?” He studied her.
“Yes, yes, fuck me.”
“All right.” Slowly he began to move, he couldn’t believe this woman would resort to this kind of pain for a damn job. It might not have felt so good to her, but for him, it was fantastic. Having a woman so tight clamping down on his cock, it took every ounce of concentration not to cum quickly.
Brenda closed her eyes and tried to bear the pain. Oh, God, she’d wanted Philip for so long, and now she had him, and it felt like she would rip in two. All the nights of secretly masturbating to his profile picture on the company website; all the nights dreaming of him, being in the throes of passion, and here she was: flat on her back on his desk getting the most painful fucking of her life. This better be a damned good promotion.
Philip moved a little faster, he might have been a bit self-centered in his pleasures, but he knew Brenda probably couldn’t take much more. He could see her eyes squinted shut, jaw set hard, and hands clenched by her sides. Taking in a deep breath, he let his body go. It didn’t take long for the tension to build, and a minute later, he came. He uttered a low growl as he filled her. Withdrawing, he stood over her. “Was that worth the promotion?”