After leaving the hotel in the morning, I arrived home, trying not to think about the party. Completely impossible, though, being right back where everything had happened. The house kind of didn't feel like my home, either. It was tainted, sullied by strangers and sex. All the happy memories I had in it had been replaced with filthy flashbacks of what I'd seen that weekend.
I went inside, trying to make as little noise as possible. I knew dad would be getting ready for work, and I really didn't want to see him. I didn't want to look him in the eyes; I had this irrational fear that he'd just know exactly what I did. I would have died on the spot. Thankfully, I got changed into my work clothes without running into him, and swiftly left.
Work sucked. It dragged, and I wallowed in shame and repulsion the whole day. I was mostly managing to keep everything in the back of my mind, but it didn't stop the emotions from seeping through. I was also dreading the end of the day when I'd have to go back home. I didn't know if I could hack it, just sitting down to dinner with dad like nothing had happened. How in the fuck was I meant to pretend like I hadn't seen him drenching some woman in cum?
Later on, when I got back, I could hear dad in the kitchen, presumably making us some food. I felt a sudden urge to turn around and leave, but running wasn't going to solve my problems. No, I had to face them. I put on a fake smile and strolled into the kitchen, making sure to act as normal as I could.
“Hey, dad,” I said, forcing a sunny disposition. “How you doing? How was work?”
“Hey, sweetie,” he replied, still focused on cooking. “I'm great, thanks. Yeah, work was fine. Really didn't wanna be there, though. You good?”
“I'm okay,” I said. “I didn't wanna be at work, either. Monday blues.”
“Yeah, definitely,” he said. “So, how was your weekend? Hope it wasn't too boring being stuck in that hotel.”
“Umm, it was pretty uneventful. I didn't do much, just watched TV and slept a lot,” I said, my hands slightly trembling. “What about you?”
“Yeah, it was fun,” he said. “Thanks, again, for letting me have the house. Really appreciate it.”
“It's no biggy,” I said.
I quickly changed the topic to dinner and offered to help. Before long, we were sat at the dining table, talking casually about nothing in particular. I definitely felt awkward at first, but it didn't take long for us to start joking around again. I sorely needed some normalcy, so chatting and laughing with him was more than welcome. Afterward, we cleaned up together before retiring for the evening. Once I was back in my room, I considered that our conversation hadn't been nearly as bad as I'd feared it would be. I was actually able to hold myself together.
The rest of the week was a little more difficult. Sure, I had some semblance of normality again, but the memory of that weekend was still fresh, still raw. I was less focused on the fun I'd had, and more on the mistakes that had been made. Dad had watched me orgasm, I had watched him orgasm, and he'd propositioned me. I knew how entirely messed up it was, and I felt so stupid for letting it all happen. Things had gone way too far. I'd been too wrapped up in my pursuit of pleasure, and it had blinded me to the risks I was taking. Consequently, I'd crossed a line. I'd let family and sex get too mixed up, and it made me want to puke.
As the weeks rolled on, things became somewhat easier to cope with, though. My residual emotions had mostly faded, and I felt like I saw it all in a clearer light. Yes, I'd fucked up; I shouldn't have indulged my sexual desires at a sex banquet my own dad was hosting. But, it wasn't like I had intended for anything perverse to happen. I was just curious about what the party would be like, and I'd let myself get a little carried away in the moment, that was all. I felt like my motives were clean.
The only thing that still bothered me was my stupid fucking body. I hadn't expected, or wanted, to feel any kind of arousal because of anything dad did, but it happened anyway. I hadn't been lusting after him, so why did my pussy respond to his words the first night, and the sight of him climaxing the next night? I tried to put it down to the fact that I was just in a sexually charged environment, but I still felt a little sick in the head. As such, I pushed all those confusing thoughts deep into the pits of my mind.
Life carried on, and after several months, I felt much more grounded. It was all in the past now, I'd moved on. I didn't feel awkward around dad anymore, the house felt like my home again, and my memories from that weekend were fading. I just busied myself with my everyday routine and saw my friends whenever I could. Things were good.
Apparently, nothing can stay simple forever, though. One evening, as me and dad sat watching a movie, he abruptly dropped a bombshell on me; he wanted me out of the house that coming weekend. He was going to have another 'gathering' with his 'friends'. I kept my eyes on the TV, trying to play it cool, and told him I didn't mind staying at a hotel again. We continued watching the film, but my mind was elsewhere, spiraling out of control. As soon as it was over, I went up to my room. I sat on my bed staring at my closet, where the white and gold mask sat, buried at the back of my underwear drawer.
Despite my mental anguish in the aftermath of the first party, despite all the guilt and shame and confusion that I had felt, despite telling myself it was best left in the past, I immediately knew I was going back. There wasn't even a decision to be made, I just knew. I'd unknowingly kept my desire tightly bottled up, and it just seemed to burst out of me at the first opportunity. To hell with the risks. To hell with the consequences. I wasn't about to let dad get in the way of my sexual exploration. Sure, I may end up seeing him naked, or he may check me out, or he may flirt with me, but I could deal with that. I was better prepared for it, now. I had experience under my belt; if he spoke to me, I'd just brush him off, and if I saw him naked, I'd just turn the other way. I didn't even know why I'd made such a big deal out of it in the first place. I knew I didn't want him, I just wanted to fool around with beautiful, mysterious men and women.
For the rest of the week, I was giddy as fuck. I woke up every day filled with excitement. The weekend couldn't come fast enough. I made sure to do more preparation, this time around; I shaved my entire body; I went to a salon for a cut and to refresh the vibrancy of my blonde hair; I bought a new dress, skintight and white, so that I could show off my figure; and, most importantly, I steeled myself. I wasn't going to be a shy, little girl. No, this time, if I wanted to fuck someone, I was going to fuck someone. No more cowering in the corner for me. I also readied myself for dealing with dad, too. I was determined not to let him ruin my weekend. If anything awkward or gross happened, I'd just do my best to avoid it, and not let it bum me out.
Saturday finally came. With my bag already packed, I said goodbye to dad and left for the hotel as soon as I could. I was buzzing in anticipation for the night ahead. I spent the afternoon getting ready, my imagination turning me on the whole time; the French woman was on my mind. I'd mostly forgotten how she looked, but the memory of her bright, blue eyes and electric, red lips was burned into my brain. I would never forget that. Ever. As much as I wanted her again, I was perfectly happy to have someone else instead, though. I even decided that if the three brunettes were there again, I'd join them. I didn't know what awaited me, but the thrill of the unknown was calling out to me like a siren song.
When I was ready, I went to the mirror to check myself out. My dress wrapped around my figure, leaving little to the imagination. I couldn't resist buying a dress that flaunted what I had; my full, pale breasts were pushed up, giving me some killer cleavage. I ran my fingers through my wavy, blonde hair, letting it fall over my shoulders. With my ego amped up, I booked a taxi. I was ready.
I soon found myself at my front door, my phone at the ready and my mask in place. The rush was unimaginable, somehow even greater than before. I'd resigned myself to the reality that I'd never be going back to one of these parties, yet, here I was, standing on the threshold. Tonight, I was going to have no fear. I was going to let loose. I was gonna go wild. I knocked and waited.
The door opened and a familiar face stared back at me. It was the same doorman from before. I showed him my e-ticket, stepped inside, and popped my phone into the bowl. I peered into the living room and noticed a distinct lack of people. There were a few people chatting together, but that was it. It was barren. I was a little peeved there weren't more guests yet, but it wasn't a huge deal. I'd just have to wait.
I wasn't exactly about to go into the living room and stand on my own, so I headed to the kitchen, instead. I figured dad would probably be in there, but maybe that would be a good thing. If I ran into him before the night got going, maybe I could avoid any awkward situations later on. Getting it out of the way early seemed like a good idea. Maybe I could even get him to take the hint that I wasn't interested; he could just get on with his night, and I could get on with mine. Yeah, it was a good plan.
As expected, dad was in the kitchen, busy chatting to a slim brunette. I'd seen him around a few women now, and skinny babes seemed to be his type. Aside from the typical masquerade mask that everyone seemed to have, she only wore a black, leather corset and some skimpy, black panties. She was a sight to behold, and I could see why he was interested in her. As I watched her responding to his flirtation, I imagined a sexy, French accent flowing from her lips. I imagined being alone with her, too, her alluring voice instructing me what to do. Oh, yes. I was definitely going to try and find her later, accent or not.
As I stood in the doorway to the kitchen, watching them, there was a knock at the front door. I peered over my shoulder. More people were beginning to arrive. Perfect. I looked back and dad was staring in my direction. My heart skipped slightly; I was no longer a mere observer. He excused himself from his conversation and walked toward me. This was it. I just had to stay calm.
“I was wondering if I'd see my voiceless vixen again,” he said, beaming at me. “You okay?”
I nodded at him, breezing passed his comment.
“Good,” he said, his eyes falling upon my cleavage. “Can I get you a drink? Champagne?”
God, champagne sounded good. I silently declined, though. I'd have to remove my mask to drink it, and that clearly wasn't going to happen.
“I'm glad you came,” he said. “I've not seen you since the last party I hosted. Do you not go to other events?”
I gestured that I didn't.
“Oh, is there something special about my parties, then?” he mused.
I shook my head.
“So, maybe you just live nearby?” he asked.
I nodded at him. How many damn questions was he going to ask?
“Well, maybe I'll be seeing you more often from now on,” he said, looking passed me at the door.
People were arriving in droves now. I prayed that my French woman would be among them, but I tried not to get my hopes up. Even if she didn't come, I knew I'd have plenty of other options. Dad carried on asking me yes or no questions for a little while, but the house was getting progressively busier.
“Looks like it may be time for my opening speech,” he said. “I hope you enjoy your evening. See you later.”
As he walked off into the living room, I lingered in the kitchen doorway, mulling our conversation over. It hadn't been terrible. I would have preferred that he didn't ogle at my boobs, but otherwise, it went quite well. No grossness, no nudity, no inappropriate shit. It was a good start, a strong start. With any luck, it would be smooth sailing from here on out. I wandered into the living room once I heard dad addressing the crowd, and listened from the back of the room. It was his usual opening; short and sweet.
After he was done, the crowd began dispersing into the rest of the house. I considered heading straight upstairs, but I knew the rooms would be empty; the party was only just beginning. Instead, I decided to stay close to the living room door. It gave me the perfect vantage point to see all the guests as they piled out. If she was here, she'd have to walk passed me. I inspected everyone as they left the room, but no luck. I looked at the rest of the group who'd lingered, but I couldn't see her among them, either. Damn. I wasn't going to let it get me down, though. I'd seen plenty of other pretty girls that roused my senses.
I decided to hang about for a little while and people-watch. The whole thing fascinated me. Who were these people? What were they like in their normal lives? Did they just work in standard jobs, or did they do something more exciting? The unknown was invigorating me, stirring my active mind. There could be anyone underneath those masks; housewives, husbands, politicians, degenerates, freaks...anyone. It drove me wild thinking about it.
As I continued to watch everyone, I realized that I wasn't feeling nervous, not even a little bit. The talk with dad was out of the way, and being out in the open was boosting my confidence. It felt like there wasn't actually anything to be afraid of. It felt like I was free to do as I pleased with no judgment, no consequences, and no stress. I felt my heart quicken slightly, realizing that it was very possible I was going to have the best night of my life. Just as I considered it, a man in a navy blue suit came into the living room. He looked my way and walked up to me with a smile.
“Wow!” he exclaimed. “You look...just...wow!”
I blushed a little, glad that my mask concealed my face.
“I'm Dean,” he said.
Shit. I knew where this was going, and I could feel my confidence actively draining away from me. I gave him a little, awkward wave.
“What's your name?” he asked.
Yep, I was fucked. I couldn't reply, there was no way I was going to risk dad hearing me. That would completely upend my night. I just stared at him, knowing it wouldn't be enough, but what choice did I have?
“Sorry,” he said, “not sure if you heard me. I asked what your name was.”
Fuck! I couldn't not reply again. I gave him another small wave and watched a confused expression cross his face. I was convinced he must have thought I was a nutjob. He adjusted his mask and stepped a little closer.
“Sorry, but...can you...can you hear me?” he asked.
I was growing more agitated by the second. This was quickly becoming even more awkward than my conversations with dad, and there was seemingly no way out of it. I could feel my cheeks growing warm and my palms starting to sweat.
“Hello?” he asked, clearly becoming aggravated.
No. I couldn't do it. I was starting to freak out. He was sapping my buzz away, depleting my confidence. I didn't want to be nervous again. I didn't want to start doubting if I should be there or not. I made a snap decision; I took off, breezing passed him into the hallway. I continued fleeing up the stairs, stopping on the landing to see if he'd followed me. He hadn't, thank God. I was glad to be free of him, but I still felt jumpy, still felt on edge. I did my best to calm my nerves but it wasn't working. I was trying not to let my emotions get the better of me; I'd told myself I wasn't gonna let anything bother me, but I needed refuge again. I needed safety, just for a few minutes. I dashed toward the bathroom.
I swung the door open and gasped, recoiling and stopping in my tracks. Leaning against the sink, where I brush my teeth every morning, was a completely naked, mask-less man. Kneeling beneath him was an equally undressed redhead, his length between her lips. Her eyes met mine and she popped him out of her mouth.
“Come in! Quickly!” she called out in a hushed voice. “Close the door, close the door!”
She looked up at him with a scowl.
“I thought you locked it,” she said.
“Shit, sorry,” he answered, breaking into a grin.
She slapped his leg playfully and smiled back, then looked over at me, clearly waiting for a response.
“Umm...sorry,” I said, my voice cracking. “Sorry. I didn't know anyone was in here.”
“It's fine, honestly,” she said, continuing to speak quietly. “We should have locked it.”
She shot him another cheeky smile.
“I'll just...I'll go,” I said.
I swiftly spun around and opened the door.
“Wait,” she said, “you can stay if you like.”
I stopped. In that brief slither of a moment, I felt a massive surge of excitement energize my sexual appetite; I was instantly and fervently turned on. I smiled beneath my mask and shut the door, locking it, and turned back to face them. I could feel heavy, rapid thuds coming from within my chest. I didn't know what, but something fucking amazing was about to happen.
“Please, don't tell anyone about the masks,” she said. “I know we're not meant to take them off, but we couldn't help ourselves. We just really wanted to see what each other looked like.”
“It's okay,” I said. “I won't tell anyone.”
She brought her hand to her heart and breathed a sigh of relief.
“Oh, thank fuck!” she said. “The last thing I want is to get kicked out of Theros.”
“They'd do that?” I asked.
“Oh, yeah,” she said. “People get booted and banned all the time. They take the rules seriously. Didn't you read them?”
“No,” I said, my heart still in overdrive.
“Well, if you ever wanna break the rules, just make sure you remember to lock the door,” she said, smiling and slapping the man's leg again. “So, you wanna take that mask off and come join me down here?”
Sometimes, you just can't tell what you want until it's sitting right in front of you, asking you to join in. I don't think I had ever wanted anything more in my life, save the French woman. I was a little apprehensive about removing my mask and losing my anonymity, but honestly, it only served to turn me on more. It was such a fucking rush. I was getting worked up at how tasty they were, too. He was so chiseled, with not a bit of fat in sight; I'd only seen that kind of body in movies. As impressive as it was, his cock was what really ignited my hunger. It was so damn big, stupid big. So big that I knew there was no way I could take him, without him breaking me, anyway. She was equally as gorgeous as him; long, flowing red hair; luscious, full, red lips; milky-pale skin, dusted with freckles; and petite but perfectly rounded boobs that hung above her toned tummy. I was so ready for this.
I slowly pulled my mask up until I felt cool air hit my face. I let it drop to the floor and stood before them with nowhere to hide. The woman bit her lip, her gaze piercing into me, quickening my heart even more.
“Come,” she said, her finger motioning me closer.
I stepped toward her, shimmied my white dress above my knees, and knelt beside her. We didn't break eye contact the entire time, I couldn't look away; I was captivated by the lust on her face. She didn't say a word, she just leaned in and pressed her lips against mine. I moaned at our embrace and closed my eyes, letting her tongue explore mine. She gently wrapped her hand around my neck, squeezing and pulling me firmly into her kiss. I felt a soft throbbing between my legs in response to her dominance; I was fast realizing I craved a woman's orders.
As I lost myself to her, I felt the guy's cock pushing into our kiss. I opened my eyes as he continued sliding forward between our mouths until his dick completely separated us; our lips wrapped around either side of his thickness. He put his hands on the back of our heads and held us securely against his length, then began thrusting back and forth. We both hummed in delight, staring into each other's eyes while his dick slid between our mouths, and I felt shivers running up and down my back. I loved the feeling of being used, and the throbbing between my legs only grew stronger. He eventually started pumping between our lips faster, holding our heads even harder against his cock; I was in a state of sheer bliss.
After keeping up our hot, rhythmic motion for a while, he released his vice grip on our heads, freeing us. She stared at me while we both panted away, shot me a wicked smile, then grabbed hold of his dick. She guided it to my mouth and, without thinking, I opened up and took him in. I was still a little breathless, but I didn't care, I was consumed by the moment. His outrageous size was so damn difficult to suck; it felt like I was trying to fit an apple in my mouth. The fact that he was almost too big to suck just made me hornier, though; he was God-like, too much for a mere mortal like me. Still, I gave it my all, sliding it through my lips as far as it would go, while she continued to stroke him. There was more than enough room for both of us to enjoy him.
I continued doing my best to please him until I felt her pulling him from my mouth. He slid out and she took his spit-drenched cock straight into her throat, and I do mean throat. I watched in amazement as she moved farther and farther down his length. I kept expecting her to stop, but she never did. She reached the very bottom of his cock, his balls now resting against her chin. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, his dick had just disappeared inside her. How the fuck was she able to do that? I could see her struggling and heard her let out some light gagging sounds, before quickly pulling back, sliding him fully out of her. She inhaled sharp and deep, long streams of spit dripping from her lips.
“Jesus...” I said, mesmerized.
She giggled a little, before taking him back into her mouth. She sucked away at him with such speed and fury; I could barely see her face through the hurricane of red hair. Occasionally, she'd take him all the way down her throat again, then slide him out and carry on sucking like a mad woman, all the while stroking him vigorously. I loved how frenzied she looked; she was utterly engrossed in pleasuring him, her moans betraying the pure satisfaction his dick brought her. I would have joined in, but I was bewildered by the sight of her oral superpowers. She really was something else.
It wasn't long before he began moaning much louder than before; he couldn't hold out anymore. I didn't blame him one single bit; I was surprised he hadn't exploded already. Without warning, she drew him from her mouth and reached out toward me, gripping my neck. She pulled me toward her and kissed me hard, before pushing me back. She still looked possessed by desire, as she continued stroking him.
“Get them out!” she demanded, glaring at my bust. “I wanna see him cover them!”
I didn't hesitate, I just pulled my boobs out and pressed them together, waiting in quiet desperation. I didn't have to wait long. She aimed his length toward me and fiercely stroked him until he began erupting over me. Powerful, endless streams of cum splattered across my breasts, and neither the redhead nor I could contain the excitement on our faces. He was a stallion, he was made for breeding. He kept raining onto me, my cleavage becoming less and less visible with every downpour. I'd never seen anything like it. I felt like such a dirty slut, but I loved it.
After the flood had ended, I just knelt there, staring at myself in disbelief. I'd never seen so much cum before. Unfortunately, it wasn't limited to my chest; my dress was fucking drenched. All across the front were thick shots of his cum, slowly dripping downward. It may have been a white dress, but it didn't hide shit; everyone would know what I'd been doing. I didn't let it bother me, though. I was too wrapped up in the afterglow.
“Wow,” she said, turning to him. “Does it do that every time?”
“Yep,” he replied, grinning.
“Fuck,” she said, staring at my boobs.
“That was...amazing,” I said, still reeling from his orgasm.
“Yeah, it was,” he replied, a huge grin still across his face. “Thanks, ladies.”
We eventually all got up. They both got dressed and put their masks back on, while I pulled my sticky, soaked dress back up over my boobs, wondering what the fuck I was going to do.
“So, before you came in, I was gonna finish him off and go back to his place,” she began. “It's fun here, but we wanna be able to take our masks off. Plus, you know, the condom rule. If we go, we won't have to use them.”
She turned to him and gave him a knowing glance.
“Shall we...” she began.
“Yeah, definitely,” he replied.
She looked back at me with a sly grin.
“Do you wanna come with us?” she asked.
I wanted to go so damn badly. I absolutely ached to leave with them, but I couldn't. I knew I wouldn't be able to handle a dick that big; I wished I could, but I couldn't. I pictured me and her in his bed, making out and playing with each other, while he took turns fucking us with his huge cock all night. I imagined us not needing to use condoms, too, and him filling us up. The prospect drove me wild but, alas, my body just wasn't made for him. Besides, the night was still young. There was plenty more fun to be had. I politely declined their offer and wished them a great night. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and a slap on the ass before they both left the bathroom.
I locked the door behind them and walked over to the mirror above the sink. I looked a complete state; the front of my dress was covered from top to bottom, and my busty cleavage was bathed in creamy, white cum. I'd arrived at the party looking like a stunner, but now I just looked like a filthy whore. I started panicking about what to do. I considered going to my room and trying to get changed, but dad could end up recognizing my clothes, so that was a no. I thought about trying to clean the dress in the shower, but I knew it wouldn't hide what had happened. There wasn't anything I could do.
“Fuck,” I said to myself.
As I stared at my cum-soaked reflection, a seemingly easy solution came to mind; do nothing. Who would even care? No one. This was a sex party, and an anonymous sex party, at that. No one would know it was me. I have to admit, the thought of walking around plastered in cum started to get me going. It was so unlike me to do anything so daring, so brazen. Yet, the thought of showing everyone what a slut I was turned me on like nothing else.
“Fuck it,” I said to myself.
I put my mask back on and walked out of the bathroom with renewed confidence quickly replacing my fears. I was still a little nervous, a little uneasy, but I was going to be brave. I'd come here to have fun, explore, and indulge in things I didn't even know I craved; If I wanted all of that, I needed to stay strong. With excitement filling me again, I considered my next move; the spare bedroom door was wide open, with no one inside; my bedroom door was shut, and likely occupied; Dad's bedroom door was slightly ajar, though. I cautiously approached, trying to determine what kind of filth was happening inside. I could hear a few people talking, but it didn't sound sexual. Maybe they were just taking a breather or something. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
The sight before me was somewhat confusing. There were about 10 chairs, all facing the bed, arranged in a semi-circle. A few of them were occupied by some guys who were talking amongst themselves, half-naked. I quickly caught their attention, and their stares gravitated to my cleavage. I felt a quick rush, my heart beating a little harder. I wondered what they thought of me, and imagined all the dirty things that were going through their minds. I couldn't help but feel totally liberated, like I was proudly showing myself to the world for the first time, despite my mask. It was so freeing. I turned my thoughts back to what was going on in the bedroom; someone was clearly going to perform some kind of spectacle on the bed. I was down for a show, so I walked in and took a seat.
I picked a chair away from the others. I didn't want to risk another awkward encounter where I couldn't speak again. It gave me a chance to collect myself while I waited, too. My mind had been racing at light speed since I'd gone into the bathroom, so a few moments by myself were welcome. I couldn't calm down, though. The prospect of what was going to happen on the bed was working me up, and my imagination was alive with juicy thoughts. It was also the most open thing I'd considered doing so far. I wouldn't be alone; I'd be surrounded by strangers, all of us watching some filthy act take place on the bed. I was so pumped up.
Over the next ten minutes, the room gradually began to get busier, and most of the chairs were now occupied. I sat there quietly, occasionally getting lingering looks from people. I was smiling like crazy under my mask, I still felt so alive. Eventually, a couple walked in holding hands. They were definitely more of your average kind of people; probably married, a little overweight, and their signs of age starting to show. I didn't mind, though; they still looked good. I watched as they crawled onto the bed, and the crowd started to settle down; this was what we were there for. The couple started with some light making out, nothing too raunchy. The more they kissed and caressed each other, the steamier things became, though. His hands were delving into her, and she was moaning loudly, really loudly. I didn't think his efforts were worthy of such a noise, but I suspected this wasn't about physical pleasure. She was getting off to something more, to something deeper; maybe she liked to be watched by strangers; maybe she wasn't married to the guy, and was cheating with him, instead; or maybe she was like me. Maybe she was just relatively new and the whole experience was pushing hard against her old boundaries. Either way, I felt excited for her.
I watched intently as their passions evolved until she was on her back being fucked gently. It didn't look like the guy had much to give her, and I found myself pitying him. Still, the whole thing was hot, and I was eagerly enjoying my time. It wasn't long before he finished and pulled out of her, though. I could only see a few drops of cum in the condom; a stark contrast to what covered my boobs. Just as I began to wonder if that was all there was to the show, the guy began to speak.
“My wife wanted to get me out the way,” he said, confirming my initial suspicion that they were married. “She's ready for anyone else who wants her.”
He scampered off the bed and took a seat on the floor, even though there were spare chairs. I found it odd, but I was more focused on what he'd said. The idea of him letting random men use his wife while he watched was so intriguing, and the more I thought about it, the wetter I became.
By now, most of the seated guys were playing with themselves; I'd never been surrounded by so many dicks before, and the sight of it turned me on something wicked. A guy suddenly got up from his seat, cock in hand, and approached the bed. He didn't mess around; he got the wife onto all fours and was deep inside her within moments. I watched as she began screaming, and wondered if I'd be lucky enough to end up with a husband who let me sleep with other guys. As I played with the fantasy in my mind, I could feel my pussy gently throbbing away; heat exuding from between my legs.
I wanted to pleasure myself, but despite my recent burst of confidence, I was still shitting myself. Everything was all so wildly new, so unmistakably foreign. I was managing to hold myself together, but under the surface, my mind was a raging torrent of angst and anticipation. I felt like I'd been thrust into an entirely different world where I knew nothing, and anything could happen at any time. Still, I was determined to push past my fears and let myself be forged in the carnal fires of the evening. I had to be brave, and being brave meant doing what scared me. I reached between my legs and slipped into my wetness.
I kept my gaze fixed on the wife as I slowly fingered myself, trying my best not to get too carried away. I desperately wanted to just go to town on myself, but subtle was the name of the game. Subtle was safe, subtle was discreet. The fewer people who were aware of me, the better. As I continued exploring myself, the wife's screams seemed to strengthen, spurring the man on even more. I noticed the crowd was fully engrossed in her satisfaction; I didn't need to worry about drawing attention to myself. I picked up my pace, flicking my fingers over my clit with no restraint now; my hand basically a blur. I was absolutely fucking going for it, completely consumed with how hot it was to pleasure myself so openly.
It wasn't long before I began building up to a climax, but I was waiting for the guy to start cumming. I wanted my ecstasy to burst wide open as he filled her, so I could relish in her delight. I kept myself on the edge of my orgasm, desperately trying to contain myself until the right moment. As I rode the high, my breath heavy and loud, the worst happened. Dad wandered into the bedroom in his boxers. I yanked my hand away from between my legs and glared at him in utter frustration.
“For fuck's sake,” I whispered.
My orgasm retreated, fading into obscurity. How many damn times was he going to ruin my vibe? My disappointment quickly gave way to worry; dad was looking at me now, and I knew exactly what was coming. I brought my legs together and adjusted my dress to cover my pussy. Predictably, he began walking over to one of the empty seats next to me, and I immediately tensed up. Fuck.
“Well,” he began, looking at my cum-soaked body, “looks like you've been having a good time.”
Oh, my God. I'd been so wrapped up in getting myself off that I'd forgotten about my whorish appearance. My toes were practically curling as I cringed underneath my mask. Jesus fucking Christ.
“Shame I missed it,” he said, sitting down next to me.
I kept my eyes on the wife, not wanting to acknowledge him. I could feel my newfound control and self-assurance slipping away with each second, as I wondered how the fuck I was going to get out of this one. I felt an impulse to run, and my mind wouldn't let go of it. It wasn't such a terrible idea; I could just get up and go. I didn't need to explain myself. I didn't need to worry about any awkward fallout. I had no obligation to stay. Just as I psyched myself up enough to leave, dad reached into his boxers and pulled out his already hard cock; God, gross. The shock of his sudden movement paralyzed me, and I remained still. I felt too stunned to move, at least for now. Fuck, I had to wait.
“Sorry if I startled you when I came in,” he said, slowly stroking himself. “Looked like you were in the middle of something. By all means, carry on.”
Not a chance. I may have been endlessly frustrated, but that wasn't going to happen. It would have been too weird. No, I just had to hang about for a short while and then leave. It was my only path. And so, I just sat there, doing everything in my power to ignore dad, who was now powering away at his hardness. I could feel my skin crawling, but I had to endure it for a little longer.
“She's having the time of her life,” dad said abruptly, making me flinch. “It's so hot.”
He wasn't exactly wrong. She was busy taking long, deep strokes, still screaming the house down. It was impossibly hard not to be turned on. I remained as still as I could, though, just waiting it out until I saw an opening to leave. I was actively blocking out dad's lively strokes, but I could still see him in my peripheral vision. I felt a little jealous that he was able to enjoy himself and I couldn't. I'd got there first, after all. If anything, he should leave and let me finish myself off.
As more time passed, I only grew hornier watching the sight in front of me. My throbbing had returned and I felt a desperate desire for sweet relief. The whole scene was like a mixer, just whipping up my cream; my pussy hungered for my fingers so badly. Maybe it wouldn't be that awful if I played with myself. I mean, it wouldn't be like I'd be staring at dad or anything. It would just be two separate people sitting next to each other, having separate fun. Yeah, screw it; if it got too much I could just stop.
Very slowly, I moved my hand between my legs, dipping into my dripping wetness again. I cautiously returned my focus back to my clit, running circles around it with my fingers. Yeah, this wasn't so bad. I wasn't doing anything wrong. I still felt a bit tense and panicky, but I could deal with it. I let my senses absorb the sight in front of me, and got into a nice, steady rhythm. I was still aware of dad's movements, but I wasn't paying attention to it. I was too wrapped up in the wife's euphoria, and in my own.
After only a few minutes, I could feel myself catching up to my lost orgasm. My hand wasn't moving as fast as before, but I had so much pent-up sexual energy that it didn't matter. The outside world was starting to fade away, leaving only my pleasure behind. As I continued playing, I started to notice dad's breathing getting faster. I ignored it and carried on with myself.
“Oh, God,” I heard him moan softly.
My body instinctively responded to his words and I looked over at him, my eyes suddenly gazing upon his spirited hand movements. I caught myself instantly, though, and darted my eyes back to the wife. Shit, what a stupid mistake. I continued playing, but dad's moans weren't stopping. It was distracting as fuck. I could tell that he was getting closer to finishing, and for some reason, it lingered in my mind. My eyes somehow ended up back where they'd been before, watching dad pump away at his hard cock. Suddenly, there wasn't a single thought in my mind, not a thing; no disgust, no doubts, no fantasies, no desires. I was without cognition, without awareness, just being driven by my senses.
His breathing quickened even more and his groaning became constant and frantic. He was going to cum soon. I felt my fingers naturally pick up momentum, fiercely flicking over my clit; my empty mind was hooked on his cock now, and nothing else. As his moans reached a new height, my fingers responded, moving even faster than before. I was on the cusp of orgasming, but my body was desperately waiting for his dick to erupt, so it could climax with him. We were both so close, and my body craved to see him start squirting his juices everywhere. All of a sudden, a man rushed into the bedroom, animated and frenzied.
“We need you downstairs,” the man said. “The doorman caught someone with cocaine.”
Dad immediately ceased his strokes, packing his junk away and standing up. He quickly followed the man out of the bedroom and down the stairs. My body had been left hanging once again, but worse than that, reality came crashing back in. What in the actual fuck had I just been doing? Had I been playing with myself to dad's dick? Had I wanted to watch him cum? I was immediately and immensely panic-stricken, shame and revulsion taking me over. I shot out of my seat and hurried toward the bathroom.
I glared at myself in the mirror, full of self-loathing and regret. What kind of stupid, depraved slut was I? I was starting to spiral, and I couldn't bare it. I did my best to clean myself up, rushed downstairs, picked up my phone, and fled. As I powered down the street, one thought hung in my mind: what was wrong with me?