The Masked Menage, an Erotic Novel (First Time Taboo Agency Book 2)

by Lulu Cherry

  The Masked Menage, an Erotic Novel

  First Time Taboo Agency

  2

  by

  Lulu Cherry

  Copyright 2018 Lulu Cherry

  All rights Reserved

  No part of this eBook may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from the author.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  All characters in this book are eighteen years old or over.

  No one is related by blood.

  Chapter 1

  The room is pitch black. I lay in my bed naked with nothing but satin sheets to protect me.

  The door opens and I see him. It's the man in the shadows. Always lurking, always there, my heart trembles when he appears.

  I have wanted him always. My soul belongs to him. My destiny is his. All he need do is to say the word.

  He's tall with wide shoulders, and he stands there naked as the day he was born. His cock is already hard and ready.

  The attraction I feel for him is both spiritual and visceral. It's animalistic and primeval. It's gravity ripping the apple from the tree and pulling it to the ground. This attraction cannot be defied.

  And it's always like this. Every night he never fails to come for me. He enters the room as if he owns it. He walks to my bed.

  Then he looks down on me. I can only see the hint of a gleam from his eyes. But I know that he stares at the form of my naked body that lies just below the satin sheets.

  He desires me as much as I desire him. But something deep and troubling holds him back. Some deep and secret taboo barrier.

  But I want him so badly. I want him to jump into my bed and invade me. To utterly take me. To ravish me.

  I breathe ragged breaths. I shiver. If I don't have him, I will die. It is that simple. He is from this moment henceforth, my air, my water, my life.

  I throw the sheet off me revealing my naked nubile body. I spread my legs and show him my pink pussy, ready and waiting for him, and only him.

  He takes in a big breath of air. He is so big. He is a raging bull, and I am a small china doll. He will ravage me, destroy me, sweetly annihilate me.

  I know this before it happens.

  He creeps into the bed. I can feel his heat. I can feel the bed sagging under his weight, as he crawls over me.

  His body slides across mine. When his skin touches my flesh, it sizzles. Oh, God, this feeling, his magnetic touch. It's what I was born for.

  Then, as he shifts up, his whole body moving across mine, I feel his massive chest crushing into my own, his legs slipping between my own. His sleek stomach pressing down onto me.

  He is so much bigger than me!

  Soon, his massive hands are on either side of me, propping himself up. Then he leans down, and his hungry lips find mine. I open my mouth immediately, and I drink life from his tongue as it stabs into my mouth.

  His hands slide to my breasts. Oh, such big hands, taking in my entire breasts and squeezing them. Then his thumb tips come up and trace an outline over my nipples, erect and hard beneath his touch.

  My hands slide to his muscular shoulders, then down his thick sinewy sides, then onto his velvet back. His entire body is afire. It's molten rock that is going to melt into me.

  Having him over me like this is like a lion laying atop a lamb. I'm vanquished and his. And all I wish is to be decimated by him.

  "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" I scream.

  His mouth bites into my lips, then his tongue slides down over my chin to my neck. There he bites me yet again. Never so hard as to break the skin, just hard enough to ignite passions so latent I'm now nothing but a searing ember of fervor.

  What could be more terrifying than this hungry lion man getting ready to devour me whole?

  He's a wild beast, whose sole purpose is to thrust his cock deep inside me, utterly ruining me. And I'm desperate for it!

  Oh, God. Oh, dear God!

  It's there now, his cock. His giant, magnificent cock. Its tip is right there against my cherry.

  His shaft is a furnace of desire. It's so, so, hot. How it doesn't just burn a hole through me I don't even know.

  "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" I scream. "Ram it into me. Destroy me!"

  But he's patient, careful. He wants me to suffer first, so that my destruction can be even that much more complete.

  He takes one of my small hands. He places it on his cock. My fingers can't even get around it.

  Oh, to feel that cock beneath my fingertips throbbing with such intense life!

  My heart! It beats so fast, I'm sure any second it will burst. It's all I can do just to breathe.

  "Please, fuck me!" I beg him.

  My hands move up and down that thick cock. It's molten iron, hot velveteen over hard steel. I want it inside of me so bad!

  "I'll die. I'll die if you don't fuck me right now," I plead. "Pop my cheery. Stretch me wide. Do it. Do it now! I've got to have you."

  I lead his cock right to my sweet waiting honey box. I lead its tip right to my hymen, fresh and never torn. It has always waited for him, and for him alone. Only he can have that honor. No one else.

  He is the man in the shadows, meant for me, and for me alone.

  "Fill me, fill me before I die," I gasp. "Destroy me!"

  And then, I know, with utter certainty that it's about to happen. His pelvis shifts back, his cock shifting up in preparation. He's going to pop my cherry!

  A small gasp escapes me, and then down he comes. Swoop. And just like that he's ripping through me, destroying me forever, making me into a woman!

  Oh, God, that feeling as he slides inside me, filling me for the first time. It's like nothing else I've ever felt or ever dreamed I could feel.

  He's killing me, and I love it. I love him. Oh, God, how dearly I love him.

  He pulls back, and then again he thrusts. He is suddenly thrusting with wild abandon, driven crazy by his lust for me.

  For so long, for so long he has wanted me. And now, at last, he's inside of me, and every last bit of restraint has been torn from him.

  He hollers, and he's suddenly fucking me like a rabid dog. He's lifting and thrusting like a creature out of some deep dark jungle.

  In and out, in and out, in and out. Oh, God, yes! I can feel the tension building in me. I can feel a crescendo approaching.

  "Yes, yes, yes!" I scream.

  I can feel the approaching explosion. So close now. And then...and then...just before I explode into orgasm, it happens, always and without fail.

  I wake up. The man in the shadows is gone.

  Chapter 2

  I laid in bed unable to move. I was stunned yet again by the dream. It had been the same dream for days now.

  My window was open. I could hear a breeze blowing outside.

  I swallowed.

  My whole body was covered in sweat. I felt so horny now. I had no choice but to reach down with my finger. I had to finish what the dream had started.

  I found my clit. I touched it softly. I touched it just the way I liked to be touched.

  The truth was, I'd bought a vibrator. The biggest I could find. But I still hadn't used it.

  I still had my virginity. I still had my cherry.

  I wanted a man to bre
ak it, not some machine. I wanted the man from my dreams, the man in the shadows. I wanted him to take my virginity and no one else.

  But how could that ever happen? He wasn't even real, was he?

  I'd bought the vibrator in a half-dreamy state, thinking about the man in the shadows. As soon as I'd gotten home, I'd regretted buying it.

  I can't ever use it, I thought. Not as long as I'm a virgin. I won't lose my virginity that way. It has to be a man. That man. The one from my dreams. The one in the shadows.

  Yet even now I reached down for the clear plastic box I kept under my bed. I looked at the massive electronic dildo inside. It would feel so good going inside me, wouldn't it?

  "No," I whispered. "Not yet."

  I had to calm myself. I wouldn't spoil my cherry that way. Not with a machine.

  I put the box down by my bed.

  With one hand I reached down between my legs. I found the sweet nub of my femininity. I slowly circled it with my fingertip.

  I sighed. Yes, this is what I needed.

  I brought my other hand down between my legs. I slipped a single finger past my hymen, careful not to tear or damage it. I pushed the finger back as far as I could.

  With my fingertip I massaged the upper walls of my pussy. I almost reached my G-spot.

  All kinds of wicked thoughts flickered through my head. Maybe if I had something longer, and yet thinner, I could reach my G-spot without damaging my cherry.

  But as the movement of my finger against my clit brought me closer and closer to orgasm, the thoughts drifted away from me.

  Both my fingers moved faster now, my tension reaching a peak. My pussy now dripped, it was so wet. My fingers were wet, as well.

  And I loved it. I loved the feeling of being wet with my own love juices. My finger moved around my clit now even faster.

  I was close now. Very close. And then, finally, at last, the relief came to me. A gentle soft stream of relief washed over me. I orgasmed.

  Then I just froze. I rested. I thought about the man in the shadows.

  "Please come to me," I whispered. "Please be real."

  I nearly could have cried for the desire I had for this man I'd only met in my dreams.

  But with my tension now released, I fell back into a deep, deep slumber. Only to dream yet again about the man in the shadows.

  Chapter 3

  That day I invited Sandy over. She was an old friend. I needed someone to talk to about the dream I kept having.

  I wanted to tell her about the man in the shadows. If anyone had the answer to my problem, it would be her.

  And besides, if there was anyone I could trust, it would be her. She knew almost all my deepest secrets.

  "Molly, Sandy's here," called Daddy from the entryway.

  I quickly went downstairs to greet her. As usual, she stood at the door gawking at Daddy.

  I didn't know what she saw in him.

  For one thing, Daddy was old. Nearly fifty. True, he was in excellent shape. He worked out and lifted weights. And, true, he was incredibly handsome, his eyes were to die for.

  But, well, he was Daddy. Daddies aren't meant to be sexually attractive!

  It was just gross the way she gawked at him. She looked at him the way a pit bull looks at a pile of raw beef.

  I guess the fact that my Daddy was filthy rich didn't hurt things much either.

  But all that aside, the truth was this. My step-dad was just too squeaky clean. I couldn't stand it sometimes!

  He never swore. He always spoke in perfect English, and almost always in complete sentences.

  If he ever caught me watching some tawdry romance show on TV, he'd balk at it. He'd tell me I shouldn't watch that kind of tripe.

  Oh, and he was so punctual, it drove me nuts.

  He always got up and went to bed at the exact same time. He ate a healthy breakfast, wheat flakes, and yogurt, and always at the same time.

  He always came home from work and followed the same routine. He would read his evening paper, eat the healthy dinner our live-in maid had prepared, then retire to his study to read a novel, almost always something old and outdated.

  You could set your watch by his routine.

  And he never went anywhere, except his occasional business trips, which I had to admit were often to exotic locations.

  When he'd come back from a particularly interesting place, I'd always say to him, "What did you do while you were there?"

  "Oh, not much," he'd say. "I was quite busy."

  He was the most boring, squeaky clean person you could imagine.

  But Sandy just loved him. She had the hots for him something fierce. It was so disgusting.

  When I got to the door she was laughing at one of his usual inane jokes.

  "Oh, Mr. Bardot, you're so funny!" Sandy screeched.

  She actually had the audacity to slap her hands on his chest, and slowly side them down.

  As soon as Sandy saw me, I gave her a face, then I rolled my eyes.

  "Come on, Sandy, leave my man alone," I said. "We need to go upstairs and talk."

  Daddy stepped away from Sandy. He flashed his brilliant blue eyes at me.

  "Your man?" He said.

  "You know I love you, Daddy," I said.

  Daddy smiled.

  "Okay, you two have some fun, I've got to get some shopping done," said Daddy.

  "Careful, Daddy," I said. "Things can get awfully exciting at the shopping mall. I wouldn't want you to overdo it."

  Daddy snickered, good-naturedly.

  "Your concern is duly noted," he said.

  He reached for his hat and jacket, and then he was out the door.

  "God, Sandy, your step-dad is such a hunk. I wanna drown in his eyes. How could he still be single?" She said.

  "I don't know," I said. "I guess in his own way, he never got over my mom."

  "It's such a waste," she sighed. "I'd fuck him in a heartbeat."

  "Sandy!" I gasped. "He's my dad! What's gotten into you?"

  "Just stating the truth," she said.

  "Don't talk that way about my dad, okay?" I said. "It's gross. Besides, you don't know how boring he really is."

  Sandy shrugged.

  "But you love him," she teased.

  "Of course, I love him. He's my dad."

  "You're step-dad," she corrected me.

  "What's that got to do with it?"

  "Nothing," Sandy said, smiling innocently.