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Masquarade Games

By: Miss F

Masquerade Gems

She met all three men at once at the front entrance of Oasis Aqualounge. It was a lazy and sticky Wednesday afternoon. They were waiting for her, these men, with their white towels wrapped tightly around toned torsos. As requested, each suitor brought along an item that had previously negotiated through a series of emails. After an extended period of introductions, discussions and background checks, the woman agreed to meet these strangers who were unknown to one another as well. The ringleader was a feisty voluptuous redhead with a libido comparable to the Indy 500. She was the visionary and creator of this scene, poised to make her ultimate fantasy a reality. After a brief inspection of names and faces, the men quickly donned black masks to cover their faces and wrapped a red silk scarf around the eyes of the woman.

Once they were certain that she could not see, they spun her around precisely three times until she was slightly disorientated. One stranger grabbed her wrist while the other two followed. Together the hulking masses of men and their victim of seduction marched up three flights of stairs to a large room complete with leather beds and an ornate fireplace. The woman, who only felt a strong arm and saw nothing but darkness shivered with fear and tingled with excitement. Her belly flip-flopped with butterflies and her pussy, which was snug in a pair of white panties begun to moisten, her lips growing luscious.

In the room, the large men propped her on the bed and surrounded her on their knees, their cocks fierce and throbbing with anticipation, “Are you hungry for some dick, you little slut?” The woman bobbed her head in agreement, imagining the taste of fleshy skin and salty sweat. “Then open your mouth and show me just how much you want it.” She opened her mouth so wide her lips cracked. Fuck, I

want this so bad

, she thought. Suddenly, she felt a series of pokes against her cheek and smooth hard skin teasing her tongue, brushing against her lips. While she couldn’t be certain, she pictured all three cocks jabbing against her face, smacking her and fighting to get inside. A hand grabbed her hair from behind and another hand grabbed her chin, tilting her head back and making the perfect entrance. One cock slid into her mouth and she sucked and gagged, sliding it down her throat and slicking it with saliva. The man withdrew his member to make room for another-this time it was much larger and the woman stretched her jaw to accommodate this thick rod.

Not to be outdone, the third stranger yanked down the woman’s panties which were now soaked with juices. He grabbed her soft white ass cheeks, spreading and kneading them like dough and rubbed with condom covered penis up and around her crack. He wanted her to beg for it and she immediately arched and bucked against him. He slid into her juicy, sopping cunt with ease and slowly began to fuck her.

While the two men in front vied for the attention of her mouth, the third quickened his pace, shoving his cock in and out in a steady rhythm. To the exact tone of her fantasy, she had become a human fuck machine-used and entered by three strangers at once. Suddenly she felt a tensing from the cocks in her mouth and tightening of muscles from behind. Hot, musky cum shot all over her face and dripped down her throat. She heard a thunderous groan from behind and felt the man grip her fleshy body. With one final thrust, the man slammed hard into her and filled the condom with opaque liquid.

They carefully removed her blindfold and with mascara smeared eyes, she looked at strangers, still covered in masks. They caressed her face and lovingly stroked her hair which was now covered in an erotic mess of sweat and cum. She smiled up at them and mouthed the words thank you. They returned her grateful and satisfied smile. All four guests were pleased with the crescendo of events. The woman silently bid the suitors adieu and made her way down the stairs to the showers on the first floor. The men followed behind but at a respectable distance. She had gotten what she wanted and ceased communication, the strangers, also in a vow of silence, did the same. After all, fantasies fulfilled at Oasis remain solely at the club.

Strangers In High Heels

By: Miss F

Strangers in High Heels

I got her text and I thought she would be here tonight. It reads and I quote, “Meet me at Oasis Tuesday night at midnight. I’ll be waiting for you.” It’s now 1:30am and I am alone and horny and a little tipsy; it’s a danger combination, especially for a nymph like me. I attract trouble like a bee to sticky, sweet honey and I’ve been known to stick my entire hand inside the hive, so to speak.

Frustrated and disappointed, I emptied my locker and made my way to the bar to clear my tab. The cute bartender asked me if I had a good time and I managed to muster a smile; “Yea, it was great,” I chirped. It was great. I met some sexy women and swam naked under the warm, starry night. I locked lips and caressed tongues with the softest of mouths and feasted my eyes on gorgeous, supple bodies. Overall, it was a pleasant evening and I tried to shake off my hurt feelings of being stood up by my date.

While shoving my credit card in my wallet, I felt you standing beside me. I glanced sideways at you and noticed your tough, leather jacket and the broadness of your shoulders. I watched you pull out a $20 bill with long, lean fingers and notice your solid jawline. You turned your head to look me dead in the eye, piercing me with cold blue eyes.

“Leaving so soon, gorgeous?”

“Um…well, yea, I guess so. I was stood up, so…,” I trailed off, embarrassed. My face reddened and I felt myself shrinking in size. The last think I wanted to do was present myself as a lonely loser! I quickly started to gather my belongings.

You put your strong hand firmly on my forearm and gave me a carnivorous smile. “Well…let me buy you one more drink. You look too sweet to be alone and I could use some company upstairs.” You licked your lips and check me out from root to tip. My stomach fluttered and my cunt started to tingle. I slowly smiled and blushed again. “Okay, let’s go.”

We didn’t say much as we walked up the staircase and into the semi-private playroom. There was electricity between us–a hot and eager wanting that makes conversation irrelevant. We wanted to fuck another, to mash our mouths together and swallow each other’s tongues. I didn’t get a name and I didn’t want one. I don’t think the Leather Queen did either.

I backed up against the couch, my legs slightly apart. You slowly came towards me and your large frame seemed to eclipse the room. Shoving a denim leg in between mine and pulling me towards you, you kissed me deeply and slowly. I grinded my moist panties against your thigh and returned your passionate energy. You shoved two of those long and graceful fingers past my underwear and deep into my pussy. I arched my back and sprawled spread eagle on the hood of my car. With my skirt hiked up and panties to my knees, I surrendered to your hand, which by now, was in the form of a fist.

I rocked against you and rode waves of ecstasy as you pounded and wiggled my g-spot. Although you wouldn’t let me remove your leather jacket, you somehow managed to pull the top of my dress down, exposing my pink nipples, which you delighted in kissing and sucking. Reaching under my neck and pulling firmly on my hair, I opened my eyes and saw stars.

Here cums trouble! I thought…

 

Sapphic Sluts and Cream-Filled Tarts: Part 2

by Miss F

She opened her eyes and wiped the sweat from her forehead, which had started to trickle down her neck. After reaching a third, spasmodic orgasm, she needed to catch her breath. She looked down at the woman kneeling between her legs and gently pulled on the short, spiky hair.

“Fucking amazing-I love how you lick my pussy, babe. Let me stretch my legs and I will return for more.” The crouching body backed away and wiped the glistening cum off her chin with an index finger, popping it in her mouth for a quick suck.

She stood up and surveyed the large room, which was located on the third floor. At 1:30am,

the orgy appeared to be in full swing. On the far left, a threesome of tattooed beauties huddled in a corner. A rubenesque queen positioned herself on all fours and was being rhythmically fucked by an androgynous person wearing a strap-on dildo. The moans coming from this woman seemed muffled, as she was simultaneously sucking on the cunt of the figure that stood in front, legs spread wide.

Against the door frame, an older couple kissed passionately, scissoring their thighs and rubbing their pussies together in tandem. They seemed oblivious to the other sights and sounds of the room and yet, their own sighs of pleasure added to the erotic cacophony. The young femme, who was seen earlier, masturbating alone, was now being fisted by a tall, lean leather butch. With her face flushed red; she came hard, squirting juices down her legs and screaming an epic climax.

The on-looker took in these delicious sights and breathed in the musky scent of raw sex. Her own labia was swollen and pink from the multitude of gloved fingers and darting tongues that had tasted and fucked her. Still, she craved more. Watching all of these women experiencing carnal pleasure made her insatiable, wanting more ecstasy.

She settled back into the cushion that previously held her–still warm from body heat. She made eye contact with the muff-diver who had previously eaten her.

“I’m ready for more of your hot mouth on my cunt and while you are down there, my asshole would love a licking as well!”