I'm Scarlet, and for the last year, I've been doing the dirtiest, most depraved shit that you could ever dream up. Even now, as I'm recalling everything, I still can't believe it's all actually happened. I don't quite know how I feel about it, either. On one hand, I've been having the time of my life, on the other, I'm disgusted at the mere thought of what I've been doing. I'm not exactly a slut, or anything, I've just kind of...wound up this way.
When I was really young, my mom left. I still don't really understand why she abandoned us, dad just said that she wasn't happy anymore. It sucked, but I was so young that I didn't really understand what was going on. Growing up, I didn't feel like I was missing out on anything, though. I was perfectly content that it was just me and dad. Don't get me wrong, I struggled with it a little when I grew into my early teens, but that phase didn't last too long. By the time I'd hit 20, it was safe to say that I'd fully accepted and come to terms with it.
I don't think dad ever got over it, though. I can't imagine what it must have been like to have a child with someone you love and then that person just ups and leaves. Despite the fact that she left both us, I pitied him immensely. I guess I sort of saw him as a broken man. He wasn't unhappy all the time, at least not visibly, but maybe I was just projecting. Who knows? Either way, he never dated again, not even once. I suggested it a handful of times over the years but he never seemed interested. So, it was just me and him. We both worked in the day, ate together every night, split the chores equally, and usually hung out a fair bit, too. It was a happy household.
I guess everything really began on one random Monday, while we were both getting ready for work. I noticed the mailman through the window and popped outside to grab our post. I leafed through the letters as I walked back up to the house. As I headed inside, one letter stood out from the rest. It was black with a gold trim, which I found a little odd. It had dad's name on it, but we always opened each other's mail, so I tore it open. I'd barely read a few words before I noticed dad rushing my way.
“Hey, that's mine!” he said, snatching it from me.
“Okay, grabby,” I said, chuckling.
He didn't even look at it, he just stuffed it into his trouser pocket.
“Who's it from?” I asked, my curiosity now piqued.
“No one, it's nothing,” he said, returning his attention to his half-made tie.
I was a little suspicious, watching him hurry off into the kitchen, but I didn't have time to hang about. I had to get to work. I finished getting ready, said goodbye, and left. The first half of my day was insanely busy, with my boss really piling on the workload, and by my lunch break, I was shattered. I sat in the break room, eating a sandwich and scrolling through my phone. I started thinking about the odd interaction with dad that morning. He was never usually secretive, and I couldn't help but wonder what the letter had been about. I did my best to recall the name of the business that had sent it to him, but it just escaped my mind. I soon got back to work and began going through my boss's schedule for the week. After an hour or so, the name of the company just came to me, out of the blue. Theros. I stopped what I was doing and whipped out my phone, immediately googling the name.
I let out a short, loud laugh, quickly covering my mouth and looking up at all the other people in the office. No one seemed to care. I looked back at my phone in disbelief. There it was, clear as day; Theros was a private sex group. Thoroughly amused, I scrolled through the website, skim-reading. It was basically a bunch of people that organized themed parties where they could all have sex. All of a sudden, everything just clicked into place. That's why dad hadn't dated again, he'd just been hooking up with people for casual sex, instead. It also explained his random weekends away, which he'd always said were 'fishing trips with the guys'. I smiled to myself, strangely kind of happy for him. I'd always hated the thought that he was alone, but now I didn't feel so bad. It was a little gross, but at least he was finding comfort from somewhere.
Over the next few months, I noticed that we'd occasionally receive more black letters. I was desperate to see what they said, but at the same time, I respected his privacy. Besides, I knew I would probably regret reading it. I just assumed that they were about new events or something. Still, my damn curiosity burned away at me. The next time a black envelope arrived at the house, I handed it to him and lingered for a bit. I had always thought we'd been quite straight with each other, and I wanted to see if he'd open up about it. I think I was mostly just curious as to whether or not there was one person, in particular, that he was seeing.
“So, what's the letter?” I asked, watching him slip it into his pocket.
“I said before, nothing,” he replied. “You nosy thing.”
“You sure it's nothing?” I asked, an eyebrow raised.
“Yeah, I'm sure,” he said with a smile.
He hurried out of the room, leaving me grinning to myself. I couldn't tell if he was shy, embarrassed, or just trying to avoid the subject entirely. In any case, I didn't really blame him for not wanting to talk about it. I probably wouldn't have wanted to, either. It did kind of suck, though. I didn't like the idea that we hid things from each other, even if it was about sex. It wasn't like we had to discuss the nitty-gritty details or anything, I just wanted us to be open with one another.
After he left for work, I made myself a coffee and settled back into bed. I was working from home that day, and there was nothing urgent that needed to be done, so I was going to take it easy. I sat with my laptop and coffee, just scanning through emails I'd received that morning. After I'd caught up with everything, I started thinking about dad and his little parties. If he wasn't going to be open with me about it, then I was just going to have to find out on my own. I went back onto the Theros website and started thoroughly researching it all.
I quickly became enthralled. It was fascinating. I'd heard of things like this before, but it all felt so real now, knowing that my dad was involved in it. Eventually, I realized that there were parts of the website that I couldn't access. To view everything, you had to be a member. It wasn't cheap; $300 to sign up and be eligible for party invites, and $50 a month after that. I bit my lip, considering it for a moment. My curiosity was insatiable, though, and I followed my intrigue to the payment page. After sinking hundreds of dollars, I eagerly scrolled through the pages that I couldn't access before.
I was now able to see all the juicy details of the different events, I could access the online forum, and the gallery was available, too. After reading as much as I could, I decided to have a little browse at the gallery. I had this image in my mind of what the parties would look like. I pictured dark rooms, trashy furniture, and seedy, neon lighting. As I scrolled through the images, I realized my preconception was way off. It looked like the events were just held at people's houses. I won't lie, I was a little disappointed. What an anticlimax. I continued exploring the gallery and watched as the photos became more graphic. There were so many people, some naked, some semi-clothed, but all of them thoroughly indulging themselves in physical passions. It was a little wild. As I kept flicking through the images, I landed on one where a woman was being taken from behind. The look on her face was priceless, with her eyes in the back of her head. My gaze then fell on the man. I let out a little scream and slammed the laptop shut. I didn't know whether I wanted to burst out laughing or be sick. The man in the photo, who'd been fucking that woman, was dad.
I was frozen in place, staring at the wall. I had not been ready to see that. Not ready at all. I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs to make another coffee. I found myself smiling again, not quite sure why I felt so amused by what I'd seen. I ended up just getting back to work, but I couldn't get my morbid curiosity out of my head. I knew it was gross and weird, but I wanted to have another look. I closed my emails and quickly found myself back on the website, picking up where I left off. I studied the photo intently. I didn't feel too bad, even though dad was naked; I couldn't actually see anything. It was just him behind this woman. I continued through the gallery, only occasionally seeing more pictures of him. Just as before, his junk was thankfully covered by some random woman. I looked at his face in all of the images, strangely mesmerized by his expressions. He looked so wild, and I could tell he was having a great time. After a little while, I became aware that looking at so many photos of people having sex was kind of getting me going. At the same time, I felt gross that I was getting worked up; dad was in some of these photos. What was wrong with me? I got right back to work and did my best to put everything out of my head.
As the weeks rolled by, I couldn't help but think about Theros. Thankfully, it wasn't the pictures of dad that lingered in my mind, it was the idea of hooking up with strangers at a sex party. Something about it just seemed so naughty, so wild. My imagination ran free with the idea, and I often found myself thinking about what it would be like to go to one of these parties. Would I love it? Would I hate it? I didn't know, but I loved not knowing.
One evening, after we'd finished dinner, we were cleaning up together. He had been a little quiet while we'd eaten, and I could tell he was contemplating something. As he handed me a plate to dry, he went to say something but then stopped. He cleared his throat, clearly trying to cover the fact that he was about to speak.
“Something up, dad?” I asked.
“Uh, well, yeah,” he said, handing me another plate. “So, I need a favor, and it's kind of a big one.”
“Go on,” I said.
“I...I was thinking about having some friends over for a party next weekend,” he began.
“Oh, cool. Is Jack coming?” I asked.
Jack was one of dad's hotter friends, and I always enjoyed eyeing him up when he came over.
“No, Jack...Jack can't make it,” he said.
“Ah, okay,” I said, a little disappointed. “So, do you need me to pick up any supplies?”
“No, actually, I need you to make yourself scarce, if you don't mind,” he said.
“Oh...umm, yeah, sure. That's fine,” I said, a little peeved that I wasn't invited. “I guess I could just go to Lila's house for the evening.”
“Actually,” he said, measuring his words, “the party's gonna be over two days. Saturday and Sunday. I'll need you gone both days.”
I stopped drying plates and just looked at him.
“What?” I asked, playfully punching his arm. “Two days? For real?”
He laughed a little.
“For real,” he repeated. “Look, I know it's a pain in the ass, but I'll cover the cost for you to get a hotel, fuel, and food.”
“And clothes shopping?” I asked, only half-joking.
He shot me a glance, knowing too well what I'm like.
“Okay, and clothes shopping,” he said, smiling.
“You've got yourself a deal, then,” I replied. “The house is yours.”
After we finished cleaning up, I told him I was going to get an early night, and headed up to my room. I played around on my phone for a while, before eventually starting to drift off. Just as I felt myself slipping asleep, a thought randomly popped into my head. My mind reignited and my eyes widened. I quickly sat up in bed and reached for my laptop. I opened it up, went onto the Theros website, and navigated to the events page. Bingo. My thought had been spot on. At the very top of the page was a new event, and the address was our house. I just stared at the screen for a bit, not quite believing what I was seeing. I'd come to terms with the fact that dad was going to sex parties, but hosting one was a totally different ball game. I thought it through a little more and realized that people would be fucking all over our home. Hell, they may even end up fucking in my room. I scrunched up my face and shook my head.
“Gross,” I whispered.
I had thought it was strange that dad was having a two-day party, which I wasn't allowed to go to. I mean, in hindsight, I was stupid for not putting two and two together, sooner. I slid back under my covers, my mind racing. The initial shock that strangers would be screwing in our house was fading, and I began considering what it would be like. I just couldn't pinpoint a clear, concise picture of what would occur, and it drove me crazy. I wanted to know, and I wanted to know badly.
My week at work was especially busy. My boss was back from a trip he'd taken and he had a whole load of extra duties for me, again. I wasn't pleased, as I ended up staying for an extra two hours every day. As Friday came to a close, I was so relieved to be so close to the weekend. I sped home and I was absolutely dead on my feet. I managed to have a quick dinner with dad, then went to bed and passed out. When I woke up the next morning, I felt so much better. I was reenergized and renewed, and looking forward to my weekend. As I slowly got up and got dressed, I suddenly stopped in my tracks.
“Fuck,” I said.
In my sleepy haze, I'd forgotten that I had to be out of the house that weekend. I was instantly in a mood, which set the tone for my day. Once I was up, dad soon hurried me out of the house, and I made my way to the hotel he'd booked for me. I found myself laying on the hotel bed, staring at the ceiling, bored out of my mind. I didn't have anything to do, and Lila wasn't free in the end. I was just stuck there. In my boredom, I decided to have another look at the Theros website, and read the details about the party dad was hosting. The description was quite brief and didn't give much away. 'Come dressed to kill or not dressed at all. Just make sure you're covering your face, and get creative with it! As always, please abide by Theros' rules. See you all there!'
I let it fly around my mind a few times before deciding to check out the rules. There weren't many, and they were pretty common sense; no being a dickhead, no drugs, always wear a condom, no means no. You get the idea. As mental as all of this was, I was still happy to know that dad was responsible. That was the man I knew. I closed the laptop and chucked it across the bed, falling back into the pillows. I huffed loudly, kind of jealous that all these people were going to have a great evening, while I was stuck in some boring room.
Quite predictably, though, it didn't take me long to come up with a bad idea. I told myself that it was just because I was bored, but deep down, I knew the truth. I was desperately curious. I just had to know what the party was gonna be like. I double-checked the time the party was due to start, then looked at the time. I still had several hours; plenty of time to go out, buy something to wear, and find some kind of mask. As I rushed to the shops, I felt overcome with a giddy sense of excitement. Was I crazy? Was I really going to do this? I had no answers, but that just excited me even more. I tried rationalizing it by saying that I was just going to check it out, then leave. I wasn't going to do anything crazy, and I intended to avoid dad at all costs.
I ran the plan over and over in my head, while I browsed for something to wear. I decided that I was going to spend no more than half an hour there. I'd have more than enough time to mingle a little, see what kind of people attended these parties, and get a feel for what was going to happen, before making my exit. As exciting as I imagined it would be watching a load of people have wild sex, I wasn't down for it. The last person I wanted to get horny around was my dad. No, this was just a light reconnaissance mission; get in, get the lay of the land, get out.
By the time I'd finalized my plan of action, I'd found a backless, lacy, black dress that I was certain I'd look great in. The mask was a bit trickier. I looked all over the place, but I could only find those masquerade ball masks. They didn't cover enough of my face, and I wasn't going to risk getting recognized by dad, or anyone else I may know. I paced through town, desperately trying to find something, when I remembered there was an adult toy shop not far away. It was a long shot, but time was ticking away. Once I got there, I felt all my panic fall away, as I saw several full-face masks in the lingerie section. I settled on a white, Venetian mask with gold lips, gold eye shadow, and flecks of gold spattered across it.
Back at the hotel, I booked a taxi, quickly showered, and got dressed. I admired myself in the mirror, pleased with my final look. I've got some curves to me, and quite a large chest, so I was impressed that I managed to squeeze into the dress. I was as ready as I'd ever be. Once I was in the back of the cab, panic settled in and I could feel myself trembling. I'd been so rushed, thinking about my plan and what to wear, that I hadn't taken a second to slow down and consider what I was actually doing. I was going to a sex party, a sex party that my own dad was hosting. I said the words in my head, realizing how crazy it sounded. Rather than focusing on how stupid I was, I just kept telling myself that I only wanted to indulge my curiosity, nothing more. Saying it like that didn't sound so bad, but it didn't do much to calm my nerves.
Just as we pulled up at my house, I paid the driver and slipped my mask on. I had a powerful urge to just get back in and tell the driver to floor it, but I didn't. I just slowly walked up the pathway toward the house. I'd walked that path a million times before, but at that moment, I felt like I was in an entirely different place. It all looked so foreign. My home didn't seem like my home, anymore. It was like I was looking at it in a new light. I wasn't sure how I felt about it, but I didn't have time to dwell, I was already at the front door. I looked behind me as the taxi pulled off, watching it drive away. I looked back at the door, took a few deep breaths, and knocked. The fucking second I finished knocking, I suddenly realized that there was a hole in my plan. Dad was hosting, so it was probably going to be dad that opened the front door. The second I spoke, he would have known it was me. How could I have been so stupid? I didn't have enough time to come up with a plan, so I had no choice. I had to run.
Just as I turned to bolt, I heard the door handle turning. It was too late. I was fucked. I quickly returned to standing normally, but I was certain that as soon as the door opened my heart would just stop. I held my breath as it swung open, and audibly exhaled when I saw that it wasn't dad. This was already turning out to be way more intense than I had predicted. It was a big guy who greeted me, and he was wearing a simple, black suit with a flimsy, little masquerade mask. He asked if I was on the guest list, and I pulled out my phone and showed him my e-ticket. He then pointed at a bowl of phones just inside the door, and I reluctantly placed it inside.
“Have a great evening,” he said, motioning for me to come in.
I hadn't even needed to speak. I silently scolded myself for getting so worked up, so early, about nothing. The first thing I noticed was that basically nothing was different, this was just the inside of my house. No dark rooms, no porno furniture, no neon lighting; just a few signs dotted around, pointing to different rooms. As I considered how anticlimactic everything felt, I started reading the signs; two for both our bathrooms, one upstairs, one down; one for the refreshment area, also known as my kitchen; one for the living room, where most of the people seemed to be congregated; and three for each one of our bedrooms.
“Bastard,” I muttered under my breath.
My very first thought had been right, people were going to be fucking in my room, in my bed. I felt a shiver run up my spine, shook it off, then cautiously headed inside the living room. I felt like people would just see straight through my mask and know that I shouldn't be there. It was so weird, feeling like an imposter in my own home. As I joined the crowd of maybe 20 or 30 people, I did my best to just act cool and not have a mental breakdown.
I was still surprised that everything seemed really tame. Sure, some people were wearing revealing outfits, and there were even a few wearing nothing, but it was still tame. Hell, even I'd gone to crazier house parties. People were just drinking and chatting; no debauchery, no orgasmic scenes, no moans and screams. I considered that maybe I'd misinterpreted something, maybe this wasn't the kind of event I thought it was, or maybe it was just too early in the evening. As I thought about it, I suddenly heard my dad's voice, calling out over the noise of the crowd. Then I spotted him.
My heart skipped a beat. I instinctively moved behind a tall, suited guy and made sure I was out of dad's line of sight. He had been wearing a masquerade mask, like most of the other guests, but I recognized him in a flash. It only made me panic more. As he settled the group, I listened intently as he began to speak.
“Good evening, everyone!” he said cheerfully. “So good to see so many people at another Theros party.”
“Theros!” everyone repeated in unison, many raising their glasses.
I recoiled slightly at the sudden outburst from the crowd, feeling even more like I didn't belong. I figured it must have been some inside quirk that only veteran members were aware of.
“I'll keep this as short as I can, I know many of you are very eager to get going with your night,” he said. “There's signage throughout the house, refreshments in the kitchen, and bowls of condoms and lube dotted around. Please feel free to use any of the rooms, my house is your house. Just be respectful.”
I silently scoffed. Respectful? People were going to be jizzing all over my bed.
“And, with the anonymous theme tonight, please don't take off those masks. Right, I think that's everything. You lot go and have a terribly naughty time!” he said, raising his glass to the crowd.
“Theros!” everyone said again.
I caught it just in time to partially mouth it, but I still felt like I stuck out. People began to disperse, moving into different rooms. I could see dad more clearly now that the group was dissipating. He suddenly turned in my direction. I felt my breath pull in, and I tensed up. It felt like he was looking directly at me, and time slowed right down. Did he think I was an imposter? Did he know it was me? Was he going to come and shout at me? I had endless questions, but I knew I couldn't just stand there staring back at him. I just turned toward the stairs as casually as I could.
Once I was out of sight, my breath burst out of me; I hadn't even realized I was holding it. Thank God no one could see my face, I knew it would be bright red. I hadn't meant to go up the stairs, but that was where I was heading, so I just let the river take me where it was gonna take me. I was just glad to be moving in the opposite direction to dad. I didn't need that stress, I had exploring to do.
As I walked down our hallway, I noticed that my door was closed. As I passed it, I heard giggling and muffled moans. I gritted my teeth a little and carried on walking, just praying they didn't make too much of a mess. Dad's door was next, and it was slightly ajar. As I approached, I could just make out some people inside, and I heard at least three voices. I desperately wanted to peek inside, but I didn't have the confidence. I was shitting myself, barely able to keep it together as it was. What was I going to do? Just peer in, wave, and say hello? I knew it wouldn't really go like that, but I didn't have a clue what would actually happen. I was too much of an outsider, an interloper; I didn't belong.
Just as I turned away from the door toward the spare room, I heard footsteps behind me, drawing close. I wanted to dash into the bathroom and hide, but I couldn't lose my cool now. I had to stay calm and act like one of them.
“People already filling up the rooms, hey?” I heard a man's voice say.
Even though I should have, I hadn't anticipated talking to anyone. It was too late to worry about that, though.
“Yeah,” I said quietly, turning around.
There were two of them. One was a guy in a really well-fitted, grey suit, and the other was a woman in a skintight, black dress. They both wore masquerade masks but I had a feeling that they were gorgeous underneath. I was pretty certain they were a couple, too.
“I am sure you will find somewhere to settle in,” the woman said.
I didn't reply, I just stared at her beautiful eyes through her mask. She looked amazing, but it was her voice that distracted me. She spoke in a French accent with an alluring, deep, seductive voice.
“So, this is your first time, right?” the guy asked.
“Spot me a mile away, did you?” I replied, brushing my hair behind my ear.
“It is nothing to have shame for,” she said, reaching out, and gently placing her hand on my arm.
Her touch did something wild to me. I felt so electric, yet suddenly so shy. We all continued talking for a little while, but I was anxious that dad would walk up the stairs at any time. I couldn't focus, and they must have noticed my unease.
“We should leave you to have a look around,” he said. “We're gonna grab that bedroom before anyone else claims it. It was nice to meet you.”
“Yeah, you, too,” I said.
He began walking toward the room, but she lingered.
“Well, have a good time,” I said, cringing behind my mask.
She remained still, looking at me for the longest time with those gorgeous, blue eyes.
“If you wish, you should join us soon,” she said, stepping closer.
My heart was thudding so damn hard that I thought she would hear it. She smiled slightly, almost as if she was enjoying the nervous aura I was giving off. She leaned in a little.
“I would like to taste you,” she whispered, before pulling back.
She turned around and strutted away, leaving me speechless. I'd never been so captivated by a woman before. She was stunning, for sure, but it was more her energy that was enchanting me. I couldn't tell you why, but an intense desire started burning within me; I wanted her to tell me what to do, I wanted her to come back and order me to go with her. I tried to ignore my yearning, and just stay on track. I was there to explore, nothing more.
I looked back at the stairs, wanting to go down and see what was happening. There were unmistakable sounds of pleasure radiating from the living room, and I had a strong craving to check it out and satiate my senses. What sights of euphoria would I see? What depraved acts of physical lust would I witness? I longed to know, but I knew dad was still downstairs. There wasn't a chance in hell that I was going to risk it. Besides, I didn't want to accidentally catch him in the act. I turned my attention back to dad's bedroom, and tiptoed to the door, making sure I didn't get seen through the crack.
Moaning. Quiet and muffled, but lots of moaning. I figured maybe someone was enjoying giving head. I tried to form an image in my mind, but my anxiety and surging adrenaline wouldn't let it come together. I was just too on edge, too high-strung. It infuriated me so much. Why couldn't I just chill the fuck out? It was stopping me from enjoying my voyeuristic experience. I pulled away from the door, growing frustrated with myself. I needed to calm down, and the only place I felt like that could happen was the bathroom. I slipped inside, locking the door behind me, and felt relief wash over me. I was safe.
I sat on the edge of the bath, taking controlled, steady breaths. I couldn't help but smile at the situation. It was utterly wild, even if I hadn't seen much yet. I was more frenzied by my sneaking around than the sights and sounds. Even though it was the last thing I wanted, there was something so irresistibly thrilling about potentially getting caught, and it only served to fuel my libido.
After calming myself down, I considered how long I'd been at the house. It couldn't have been more than 20 minutes. The time to make my exit was fast approaching; I'd told myself no more than half an hour. Get in, get out; that was the plan. I knew it was unlikely I'd see much more, especially as I was too scared to venture into any of the bedrooms. Plus, the longer I stayed, the higher the chance of running into dad. I knew I should just get up and go, I knew I should just grab my phone from the bowl and leave. I could get a taxi back to the hotel, have a stiff drink, and mull over my exciting, little adventure. I remained still, though.
Why wasn't I going? Why wasn't I getting up, right that second, and leaving? The answer was there, but my mind was doing all sorts of mental gymnastics to avoid confronting it. It's hard to think straight when you're completely buzzing with adrenaline, so I just stopped thinking. I stood up, resolved to get the hell out of there. I gripped the bathroom door handle, but my hand didn't turn it. I stared into the door, my eyes glazed. What was stopping me? Why hadn't I left already? Of course, I knew what was stopping me, deep down. I bit my lip, considering the French woman's proposal. I ran her words around my head, still affected by the sound of her voice. I would like to taste you. It sent shivers up and down my spine, and I could feel the hair on my skin standing on edge.
Now that it was at the forefront of my mind, I couldn't get rid of it. How could I? It's not every day that a beautiful stranger offers to go down on you. I knew I secretly wanted it to happen, but for some reason, I couldn't admit it to myself. It wasn't exactly surprising, I'd never even kissed another woman before, and now was not the time to be considering my bi-curiosity. Or, was it? I closed my eyes and sighed deeply. What was I going to do? If I indulged in my desires, I risked getting caught. If I didn't, I felt like I'd regret it forever. Who turns down the opportunity to have their pussy licked by a sexy, foreign woman? I clenched my hands and growled at myself, aggravated at my indecision. Before I had the chance to continue my spiraling uncertainty, there was a short, sharp knock on the bathroom door. I jumped a little, bringing my hand to my heart.
“Jesus Christ,” I whispered.
“The bathroom free?” I heard a woman call out.
The shock had forced me into a decision; it was time to go back to the hotel. I took a few deep breaths and opened the door. A woman in a skimpy set of pink lingerie stood before me, her weight shifting from foot to foot. Despite her mask, I could see the look of desperation on her face. I quickly stepped out of her way and she dashed into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I looked toward the stairs again. I'd been decided; I was going to head down and abandon ship. I still wasn't moving, though. I glanced at the spare bedroom and bit my lip. I looked back at the stairs, then back at the bedroom.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
Against my better judgment, I gave in to my impulses. I slowly made my way to the bedroom, my heart racing harder than it ever had done before. I felt like I was going to pass out. I wrapped my fingers around the handle, gently turned it, and opened the door. I couldn't actually believe what I was doing; it felt like I was dissociating, just watching myself from outside my body. I stepped inside, quickly closing the door behind me. As soon as my gaze fell upon them, I knew my courage had paid off. This was exactly the kind of thing that I'd come to see. The woman was on all fours, her skintight dress hiked above her hips, being ravaged by the guy. She hung her head low, her long, black hair swaying back and forth with every movement he made. Soft, sexy moans were escaping her lips, as she backed into his thrusts. Yes, this was exactly the kind of filthy shit I'd come to see.
“Oh, sorry,” I said, as the guy looked at me. “Am I disturbing you?”
The woman flicked her head up and fixed her gaze on me, a knowing smile crossing her face.
“Quite...the opposite,” she said between moans, as the guy continued to take her. “I'm glad you...decided...to join us.”
My eyes widened, as she continued staring at me. I could feel my body responding to the arousing sight in front of me. I'd never seen something so sexy in my life. I didn't have a clue what to do, though. I just stood there, my senses overloading. After a moment, her lips broke into a wider, fuller smile.
“Get that chair,” she said, motioning toward it with her eyes.
I didn't hesitate for even a millisecond. I walked across the room and picked up the chair, turning back to her.
“Place it in front of me,” she instructed.
I did as I was told. My heartbeat kicked up a gear, as I realized what was going to happen.
“Sit down,” she said firmly.
I did as she asked, looking down at her while her partner continued sliding in and out of her.
“Would you like my tongue?” she asked.
I didn't dare speak, for fear of my voice trembling. I gave her a small nod. Without warning, she gripped the wooden legs of the chair and dragged it closer toward her, pulling me with it. She placed her hands on my thighs and began slowly moving upward, her delicate, sensual touch igniting a hunger within me. She reached the bottom of my dress, edging it up my thighs until it settled around my hips. She turned her attention to my panties, gently running her fingers across the material.
“Oh, très jolie,” she proclaimed.
I had no idea what she said, but I loved the sound of it. She leaned forward, lowering her head between my legs. Her eyes darted up to meet mine, and she took my panties between her teeth. She pulled backward, taking them with her. I closed my legs, letting her slide them off more easily. They fell to my ankles, and she picked them up, tossing them aside. She gripped my knees and pulled them open.
“Hold your legs apart, mon amour,” she cooed.
I followed her instruction, resting the weight of them in my hands. She looked straight between my legs, her blue eyes taking in the sight of me. I watched her intently, as her bright red lips moved closer and closer toward my opening. This was it, it was actually going to happen. I didn't know if I was ready for it, but I didn't care; I was entranced by the sexual energy that just poured out of her. Her lips lightly touched against my pussy, and I couldn't help but hum in delight. I quickly forgot about everything else as her tongue melted into me. She was so tender; her touch delicate, yet passionate, as she explored my wetness. As I reveled in the attention she paid me, I watched on at her partner, who was still pleasuring her from behind. It was one hell of a sight to behold.
“How does she taste, babe?” the guy said.
After a moment, she took her lips from me.
“Délicieuse, mon coeur,” she purred, before turning her affections back to me.
I was moaning softly, totally wrapped up in pleasure. She knew exactly what she was doing; no man had ever eaten me like this before. Just as I was losing myself to the new sensations she brought me, the door flew open, and a couple of people walked in. I gasped loudly, looking straight at them. I'd almost forgotten there were other people in the house.
“Oh, shit, sorry,” one of them said. “We can leave...”
“That's okay,” the guy said. “You can watch us if you like.”
They seemed happy with his suggestion and hovered there, the door still wide open. Their gaze unsettled me a little, but the fact that the door was open disturbed me even more. I was on display, getting my pussy eaten, for anyone to see. I looked back between my legs, desperately trying to get lost in the feeling again, but I was freaked out. The woman could clearly tell, and she raised her head from my lips.
“Détends-toi, mon amour,” she said. “Relax.”
She quickly got back to work, and I did my best to heed her advice. It didn't take long for me to calm down a little; she'd started flicking her tongue lightly across my clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. After a short while, I actually started to get off on the fact that there were people watching us. I couldn't explain it, I just knew that it was insanely hot having other people's eyes on me while I writhed around, moaning my ass off. I was starting to grow more confident, too. I slid my hands into the woman's hair, holding her against me. She responded by picking up her pace, still focusing on my clit.
I couldn't take my eyes off her, it was just the sexiest thing ever, watching her lick away at me. She began gently biting and teasing my clit, and I closed my eyes and threw my head back, letting out a louder moan. I was in complete ecstasy, and I knew it wouldn't be long until I climaxed. As I opened my eyes, still not quite able to believe what I was doing, I noticed a newcomer at the door. I looked over and felt my heart skip a few beats. Stood there, glaring at me, was dad.
My first instinct was to tear the woman off me and run at full speed out of the house. This was the absolute last thing I wanted to happen. I quickly decided against it, though. If I made a scene, it would only increase the chances of my identity being discovered. I felt completely bewildered by the shock; my body was tense and my mind was racing. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't peel my eyes off dad. I just felt like a deer in headlights, frozen in fear. The sensation between my legs began growing uncontrollably. Fuck. I knew what was coming. I craved it so badly, but the last thing I wanted was to cum in front of my father. I didn't have time to think about it, though. Everything just sent me over the edge; her tongue, the guy fucking her, the spectators, everything. I started shaking, as my orgasm ripped through me. I've no idea why, but I continued staring back at dad, as I screamed in pleasure. It was fucked up, but it was hard to care that much, as I rode the powerful climax.
“Wow,” dad said to one of the people standing next to him. “That's fucking hot!”
For some reason unknown to me, my body responded to his words, my orgasm renewing. I continued my loud moans, watching his delighted expression. I couldn't come to grips with what was happening, or why. I just knew that I was crazy turned on.
As my orgasm began to fade, the woman pulled away from between my legs. I looked down and saw her face glistening with my wetness, her red lips smeared. She was panting hard, gasping for air. She looked fucking incredible.
“Céleste,” she said, before wiping her mouth.
She reached out and pulled me down to meet her lips, kissing me firmly, then released me. I felt so alive, so exhilarated. It had been the biggest rush I'd ever experienced. I quickly looked back at the door and saw dad walking off down the stairs. I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling my body loosen up and relax. As much as I would have liked to carry on with the couple, I had to get out of there. This had all been too much to handle, and I wanted to hide away somewhere quiet and safe. I thanked her, got up, and rushed out of the room. I felt a little rude at my swift exit, but I had to leave. I didn't even bother picking up my panties. I just walked downstairs, straightened my dress out, and ran my hands through my hair, before grabbing my phone and leaving.
Before I knew it, I found myself laying in my hotel bed, trying to come to terms with what the fuck had just happened. There were too many thoughts, too many questions, and too many fears. I couldn't deal with it, at least not right away. I slipped under the covers and closed my eyes. I would just figure it all out in the morning.