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

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by Lulu Cherry


  Sandy stood up, off the bed. She peeled off her own shorts and panties. Then she stopped and looked at me. She smiled sweetly.

  "You're so hot!" She said.

  I bit my lower lip. I put out my hands for her.

  "Kiss me some more," I said.

  And she did.

  She climbed back onto the bed. Her body entirely naked now, she leaned in on me. Her naked breasts fell against mine. Her bare legs slid and intertwined against my own.

  For so long we went on just like this, kissing, touching, and squirming in each other's arms. But I could feel myself getting so moist between my legs.

  And with one of my own thighs up between Sandy's legs, I could tell she was getting wet, as well. Oh, kissing was definitely not going to be enough.

  As if reading my mind, Sandy reached for the massive dildo I'd almost totally forgotten about.

  "I think it's about time we gave this thing a test drive, don't you?" She said, mischievously.

  Chapter 7

  Sandy put the massive electronic cock in my hand.

  "You'll know what to do, and when," she said.

  Then she dived back into me. Her whole body enveloped mine from above. Her lips melted into mine. Her tongue swam back into my mouth in our most passionate kiss yet.

  Then Sandy's mouth began to travel downward.

  When she reached my breasts, she again spent some time there. She found each of my nipples. She swirled her tongue around them. She playfully bit into them.

  Then down, down her tongue went. As it traveled she licked in swirls around secret erogenous zones I didn't even know I possessed. My body shivered at each touch she delivered.

  And then she was there, oh, God, she traveled all the way down to the hub of my womanhood. Now, what was she going to do?

  At first, she just gazed down at my pussy.

  "You're so beautiful," she whispered. "So pink and soft and silky."

  Then I could feel her tongue, right there, lightly touching my cherry. Oh, what was she doing?

  "It tastes sweet, just as it should," she whispered.

  Then her tongue moved to the sides of my pussy. Its tip went up and down my lips. It moved so slowly, it was nearly torture.

  My legs quivered from my thighs to my toes. Oh, what her tongue did to me.

  Then, at last, the tip of her tongue found my nub. She licked over it. I nearly orgasmed on the spot. I'd never felt anything like it.

  Sandy could tell I was excited. She didn't want me to orgasm yet. She took things from that point onward very slowly. She delivered small little evil licks.

  And then, she began to shift her body. Her whole body began to move clockwise. She was shifting our position into a sixty-nine!

  Soon, Sandy's pussy was right above my face!

  But that beautiful flower of hers was just out of reach. I wanted to kiss it. I would have. I mean, at that point, I would have happily licked her cunt to oblivion if she'd let me.

  But it was as if Sandy wanted me to do something else.

  Then I remembered the electronic cock in my hand. Shit, I'd been gripping it intensely the whole time without even realizing it!

  Yes, yes. Now was the time to use it!

  I looked up at Sandy's pussy. Yes, I'd seen porn before. I'd seen dirty pictures before.

  But I'd never looked at a woman's pussy the way I was looking at it now. And, my God, Sandy's pussy was so beautiful.

  Those beautiful lips, the inviting hole. And Sandy was so wet. She was so ready.

  Sandy paused from her own licking.

  "Do it. Shove it in. Hard. I can take it. Don't be afraid," She said through heavy breaths.

  I shuddered as Sandy went back to carefully licking my nub. I got hold of the massive dildo with both my hands. I held it right at the base. I put its tip right at Sandy's hole.

  I couldn't even believe I was really doing this. I couldn't believe I was really going to do it!

  I had a strong grip on the balls, which after all, were made of steel. The thing had been switched off, so I switched it back on.

  I put it at full power, so it vibrated as if it were a whole hive of bees. Then I did it. I shoved it hard right into her pussy.

  "Aw!" screamed Sandy, her head shooting up. "Shit!"

  The vibrator was deep in Sandy's pussy now. It hummed like an air conditioner working overtime on a hot summer's day.

  I felt so amazed. Watching this massive cock shove up Sandy's beautiful sweet pussy. It was spectacular.

  And Sandy had totally frozen now. She barely moved.

  I slowly pulled out the massive dildo watching it slide against her pussy walls, then, swoop, I shoved it back in, hard.

  "Aw!" whined Sandy again.

  Then she said, "that's it. Fuck me, you bitch. Fuck me. Pull that great big cock out of me, and fuck me with it hard again. As hard as you can, bitch! Do it!"

  Oh, God, I felt so excited. I pulled out the massive cock, and again I shoved it as hard as I could into Sandy's cunt.

  She let out a whimper.

  Then, at last, Sandy went back to my pussy with her tongue. She began to lick me even harder this time. Much harder than she would have dared before.

  It felt so good. So good to have her tongue dance around my nub.

  And the better it felt the more I wanted to shove this massive cock up her pussy. I pulled it out yet again, and I shoved it back in.

  Oh, the suction sound it made as it went in and came out. I imagined how it would have felt had that been my pussy. Oh, I would have loved it!

  Sandy licked at my pussy even harder now. The tension building up in me was something altogether new and different than anything I'd ever felt before.

  I pulled that dildo out. I shoved it back in. Again and again. I worked myself into a rhythm, and I fucked that pussy as hard as any man would have!

  All with that crazy vibrating silicon penis.

  "Yeah, yeah, like that," Sandy screamed between crazy licks across my cunt.

  Sandy then did something entirely new. Her long index finger slid carefully past my cherry and into my pussy.

  Oh, it went so much deeper than my own fingers had ever gone. And she knew just where to touch me!

  I couldn't help but to shove the dildo even harder and faster into Sandy's pussy. Harder, faster, again and again.

  Sandy licked at my clit. Her finger dipped inside my cunt and played a special tune. My whole body began to feel like a spring being pushed down that was going to soon utterly explode.

  Closer and closer, I could feel the inevitable conclusion coming.

  "Harder, you bitch, harder!" Yelled Sandy.

  And so harder I shoved that great big cock into her!

  Sandy delivered a deep wet kiss across my pussy. She both finger fucked me and licked at my nub.

  Oh, the momentum only climbed higher and higher.

  Then, I knew it was near.

  "I'm going to come, Sandy, I'm going to come!" I nearly screamed.

  "You bitch, not before me. Harder!" she screamed.

  And then I really let go. I shoved that cock into her pussy with total abandon, as hard as I possibly could.

  And then suddenly my whole body broke loose. It was a shattering orgasm. It felt as if my whole body were breaking apart!

  And Sandy was now screaming. Her legs shaking.

  "Oh, yes, yes, oh, God, Molly, oh God," Sandy kept muttering.

  Then both our bodies were shaking, convulsing in the throes of passion.

  Shaken senseless by the sensations sweeping through her, Sandy dropped on top of me.

  I, too, lost in the feeling, had to let go of the dildo. I grabbed Sandy at her waist and just held on as an earthquake enveloped my body.

  Sandy's face fell between my legs. Her own hands grabbing at my ass and holding tight.

  Oh, it was such an intense orgasm. It was as if the waves of pleasure washed from my body into Sandy's and then back again.

  It was so intense. And then, at
last, we felt the sweet release. For a long time, neither of us even moved. We simply couldn't.

  Then, finally, I reached for the vibrator. Awkwardly I pulled it out of Sandy's pussy. She shifted around until we could hold each other in one another's arms.

  "Oh, it was so good, Molly," she said, kissing me.

  I smiled at her.

  We lay there staring at one another for quite some time. Then at last Sandy spoke again.

  "Okay, so I guess I better tell you about the agency."

  "The agency?" I said.

  "If anyone can find your man in the shadows it would be them," she said.

  "You think?" I asked.

  She nodded.

  "They call themselves the First Time Taboo Agency," she said.

  Chapter 8

  The very next day I went to the First Time Taboo Agency.

  I had to drive all the way to midtown. Their office was located in a dark, gothic building. It had recently been renovated, and everything felt as if it were new.

  A young male secretary sat behind a large reception desk. He was handsome and buff. He wore a fashionable blue suit.

  He was typing at a computer just using his index fingers. In other words, hunt and peck. He looked to be giving a lot of concentration to the task.

  "Excuse me," I said in a bright, cheerful voice.

  This caught him by surprise. He jerked his head up so fast, he hit it on a desk lamp. There was an audible crack.

  He winced. So did I.

  "Um, I'm here about your service," I said, more subdued this time.

  "Our service?" He said, rubbing his head.

  I pointed to the words on the wall above him.

  They read:

  First Time Taboo Agency

  "Oh, right," He said, laughing awkwardly.

  I had to admit, he was not only buff but quite cute. But he wasn't particularly on the ball.

  He rolled his chair to a drawer. Opened it. Pulled out a piece of paper. Handed it to me.

  It was an application for their service.

  "Do you have a pen?" I asked.

  He smiled at me. He had gorgeous eyes that were anxious to please me.

  He handed me a pen. I quickly filled out the application.

  The only thing notable about it was this. It stated I would have to undergo a psychological examination and an interview to determine my correct matchup.

  It also listed a very steep processing fee.

  Daddy was rich, and therefore so was I, so I wasn't that worried about the fee.

  When I handed him back the application, I asked, "shall I pay in advance?"

  "In advance?" He looked confused. "Just a minute."

  He picked up the phone on his desk. He hit what looked like an internal line. He smiled at me while he waited for someone to pick up.

  Then when someone did, he said into the phone, "is it okay if the client pays in advance?"

  The male receptionist's face drooped. It looked like he was getting scolded over the phone.

  "Yes...yes...okay," he said.

  He placed the phone down.

  "The manager will be out in just a moment," he said.

  We both stood their awkwardly for a few seconds.

  "Do you have a lot of clients?" I asked.

  "Actually, I just started a few days ago," he said. "I'm not really sure."

  His face pleaded with me to not ask any other questions he couldn't answer.

  Finally, from around the corner of the reception area came a little old lady.

  She was so small!

  I guessed she could have been a hundred years old. She was so scrunched up and wrinkled.

  But she was quite feisty. She strolled over behind the receptionist. The first thing she did was to smack him on the ass.

  "Ha, ha, ha, forgive Sam here," she said. "He didn't get hired for his brains."

  At that, she winked at me.

  "When do clients usually pay you?" I asked.

  "You can pay in advance," she said, waving aside the question.

  She then looked at me more carefully, her eyes narrowing. She scratched her chin thinking hard about it.

  "I've seen you before," she said.

  "No, you haven't," I said.

  "I don't forget a face. I may be getting a little old, but my memory is just as good as it ever was," she said.

  I thought about dashing out of the office right then. The truth was, once, about five years ago, my dad had been on the cover of a popular business magazine.

  Inside that same magazine had been a few photos, including a picture of Daddy with me. There was simply no way this old woman could have seen that picture.

  And even if she had, how would she have remembered it?

  "Yeah, I remember you. You're Ross Bardot's little girl. Are you even eighteen?" She asked.

  "I'm nineteen," I said.

  "Shit, you look a lot younger than that to me." She said. "Let me see your ID"

  I took out my driver's license and showed it to her. She showed it to her receptionist.

  "Does that look fake to you?" She asked.

  The receptionist stooped down low to take a look.

  "I guess it could be," he said, scratching his head.

  The old woman suddenly smacked him across the head.

  "Dummy. It's as authentic as they come," she said. "See the seal there? That can't be copied."

  "Oh," he said, fixing his hair where he'd been slapped.

  The old woman let out a sigh and looked at me.

  "Good help's hard to come by," she said. "But he's got it where it counts. Believe you me."

  She then laid a hand on his thigh. She ogled him. Worse than that, he looked up at her and smiled back.

  I blanched and looked away, feeling a little sick. What the hell kind of place was this?

  "Anyway, here is our fee," said the old woman.

  She scribbled a number down on a piece of paper. I looked at it.

 

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