by Belita Renn
"God, you don't know how hot watching you being licked by someone else makes me,” the masked man said close to her ear, his warm breath brushing her neck.
He didn't whisper, so those standing close could listen to their conversation. She noticed they avidly listened to every intimate word.
"But I am going to show you later, when I fuck you and come in your ass."
Her eyes flew open, and she looked into his passion darkened eyes that were almost black. She shook her head. She didn't want him to do that to her, did she? Even in a mask, he looked perfect, mysterious, and handsome. Grasping her chin, he kissed her mouth through the scarf, pressing firmly against the cloth.
"I understand that in domination you must pretend to object. I think I can tell when you are serious. I hope I'm not doing anything wrong.” The man between her legs withdrew, and the cool air caressed her exposed flesh again. The muscles in her sheath clenched in objection. Although she didn't know if it was the loss of the tongue her body was reacting to, or the avid eyes watching. “I feel as if I will die before I can finally thrust into your hot cunny."
Couldn't he whisper when saying things like thrusting into her cunny while standing beside these men?
Another tongue touched her cunny. Her body jerked, but they held her fast on the tabletop. He nibbled at her clit, and then lapped the juice from her opening. Behind the cloth, her deep moan of pleasure was easily heard by all surrounding them. There was a thick circle of watchers now. It looked to be most of the crowd in the ballroom.
"You like this.” Releasing her chin, he smiled down at her. “I hoped you would. It's all for your pleasure, my lovely seductress, only for you.” Looking down beneath hooded eyes and watching her being suckled by another man, he began to pant. The first man moved to relieve him of her arm, forcing her to rise off him, where she leaned for support. He moved behind her, pulling her back against his chest. Sliding a hand over her shoulder, he slid it down inside her chemise and curled it over her breast. His fingers pulled and rolled the hard nubs, sending sparks of new pleasure through her body to her cunny.
Peeking through her lashes, she glanced at the face advancing toward her and leaning down. It was youthful, and his tongue was soft. A young buck in his early twenties was licking her labia, clit and slit. This was probably his first taste of the wickedness of London's Vaxen Hall, and she was helping him earn his town bronze while he was helping her.
Her masked man squeezed her breast and plucked at her swollen nipples. The sensations from the two mens’ touch met deep in her womb, spearing her with pleasure. She rubbed her cheek against the warm chest behind her, enjoying his strength. Accepting his support, she knew he wouldn't allow anyone to harm her.
The man behind the young buck grabbed his shoulders and pulled him away. “My turn.” He shoved the young buck to the side.
She didn't want to, but she recognized Herbert Tousel's scratchy tones. She couldn't stop the juices leaking from her body at the idea of another tongue touching her, but she didn't want it to be Herbert. She rolled her head back against her controller's chest and looked into the eyes of the man mastering her.
"I can see how wet you are, I know you probably want to come, but you must wait.” Speaking softly, he kissed her on the forehead. “Please wait for me."
Herbert's tongue touched her. Flinching, behind her bound mouth she made an angry sound. Hard and wet, the tip of his tongue plunged into her opening. Groaning, she couldn't stop her hips from bucking against his face.
"That's enough, my turn.” Her wonderful man interceded.
She was relieved when Herbert moved away. But her man moved slowly and another jumped in and started licking her. Her clit throbbed when what she thought was a man began to suckle it. She glanced down as a deep moan was torn from her throat. A mass of curls tied in ribbons was between her legs. Yuck. A woman.
Again, she turned to her companion for assistance. Another man was stepping in and grasped her thigh to hold it open. The first gentleman that had licked her moved to the side to watch. Straightening her shoulders with his hands, her chosen lover lifted her back off his chest, and stepped away before she could let her feelings be known.
He appeared beside her, his avid gaze watching the woman licking her clit. The hard protrusion in his pants twitched, and he licked his lips. “Oh, I am going to fuck you hard after this,” he promised softly. Stepping up behind the girl, he moved her aside. Then dipped his head between her thighs and licked the juices from her cunny. A thick finger probed her sheath, pushing in and out, as he suckled her labia and nipped at her clit.
Bucking against his face, she felt as if she were dying from need. For a moment, she felt embarrassed. Desiring to enjoy this delicious humiliation, she felt confused. Leaning heavily toward enjoyment, the embarrassment was drifting away on the waves of desire surging through her body. She wanted him to take her now, replace that teasing finger with the hard cock she saw pressing against the front of his breeches. Whimpering with need, she hoped he would receive the message.
Standing, he kissed the scarf covering her mouth, before moving aside to watch the next tongue licking her clit.
Eight more women and she lost count of how many men suckled her clit and licked her weeping opening. She was aching and begging for someone to make her climax. But they each stopped too soon, and the cool air and absence of stimulation for the short time it took for them to change places was enough to stop her climax. Whimpering, she needed to be fucked badly. At this point, she really didn't care if it was her chosen gentleman, or someone from the crowd of watchers. The people standing at her side shifted often as people moved in for a closer look at her cunny being licked. She wondered if whores were this excited by strangers making love to them and decided it was probably the reason they became prostitutes.
Her masked man moved in again and suckled her, and then he probed her, fucking her with his finger as he rose and looked deep into her eyes, and then he kissed the scarf covering her lips softly, almost lovingly. Thrusting into her with his finger, his thumb rubbed her swollen clit. She cried out behind the gag.
His mouth suckled her earlobe. Then he spoke softly in her ear. “I never knew you would give me such pleasure. I am glad I approached you, Cinde. When I spotted you, I couldn't believe the sudden lust flooding my body. I have admired you, but I never imagined fucking you, until tonight. After this night of pleasure, I plan to pursue you right to the altar. Believe me, I'll not let you go. I want you in my life and in my bed."
Whimpering, she hunched against his hand, even though she was cringing inside that he knew who she was. Which was a silly concern, as lovers always knew whom they were bedding. Why should the two of them be different? The only problem was she didn't know who he was! She wanted him so badly, she felt like she was dying from her need to climax. She would gladly beg, if she were able. Instead, all she could do was plead with her eyes and signal her desire with her groans. He was handsome and had a perfect body, her knight in shining armor, yet she didn't know who he was. It had to be someone she knew, but who?
"Thank you, men.” Her gentleman dismissed the men holding her thighs. “Wrap your legs around me,” he instructed her.
She felt the head of his penis probe her opening and moaned in relief. He was going to fuck her here, before all these men and women. The thought excited her. She wanted him so badly, she didn't care who watched.
Grasping her breast, he pulled and twisted her nipple between his thumb and index finger. The juices from her cunny glistened on his fingers. The lust flowing through her body made her forget her concerns over her first penetration, until he entered her.
He thrust into her and lifted her from the table, while she groaned, dropping her head against his shoulder. Walking with her impaled on his shaft, the men parted, allowing them space to pass between them. Buried deep inside her aching sheath, he held her buttocks as he walked her across the middle of the crowded room to the opposite side and into a side chamber.
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br /> There was no door for him to close. It was a sitting room, arranged before the hearth as any home parlor. She assumed it was used for private gatherings. Sinking to his knees, he laid her on her back, placing her on the rug between the hearth and settee. Withdrawing from her body, he rolled her over. Lifting her by the hips onto her knees, he flipped up her gown exposing her buttocks to the cool air. Then he licked and pinched her throbbing clit. Groaning, she arched up to meet his mouth.
Moving his mouth away, he shoved his finger into her sheath and rubbed it in her juices before withdrawing. Spreading her legs, he moved between them until his thighs bumped against her. Pulling his pelvis back, she felt him position the tip against her slit. His engorged cock slowly slid back into her throbbing sheath. She could do no more than moan in pleasure. His finger rubbed the juice from her cunny over her anus, and then he was easing his finger inside the tight sphincter.
"You are as tight as a virgin. I may not have been too wrong when I told them you were a virgin, huh? Oh, lovely lady, you feel so good clenching your muscles around my cock. I am so horny for you, I feel ready to explode. Watching all those tongues lick your pretty pink cunny was driving me wild with lust."
Thrusting hard and fast, he pounded into her cunny. His scrotum hitting her clit increased her passion. Withdrawing his finger and penis, he pressed his finger against her clit and began rubbing it, hard. “Relax.” He pushed his erection slowly into her anus. “Relax, sweetheart, relax,” he encouraged in a soothing tone. She tried to relax, and the friction from his finger on her clit helped. She moaned and pushed against him as he slid inside her anus. She cried out behind her gag as a sharp pain tore through her anus.
"That's all of me, you beautiful woman, it's over; I'm in.” He thrust slowly into her, his finger working her clit. “I couldn't come in your cunny. So I have to come in your tight little ass. Oh, yes, here I come."
Pumping his seed into her, he cried out with wonder as the sperm sped from his scrotum through his penis and into her tight anus. As soon as his seed was spent, he withdrew and thrust into her cunny. Driving her over the edge by pinching her clit, she began to climax and her body shook with the force of it. It was heaven after the sharp pain of losing her virginity. Screeching behind her gag, she pushed her cunny against him, grinding against his hard shaft, needing all of him. When her muscles locked and she couldn't move, he rammed into her until she collapsed from exhaustion.
"Seeing you bound and gagged is exciting.” Rolling her onto her side, he slid between her legs and licked her clit with slow laps, simultaneously soothing and exciting.
"I have to admit, this is my first time with domination. I think I gave you an unusual treat. You haven't done this before, have you?” His head lay against her thigh, his breath caressing her cunny as he gazed up at her bound face.
She shook her head, moaning as he dropped his head and continued to make her clit throb with his wonderful tongue. It was amazing how many different ways one can make the tongue feel. She had a lot to learn, and it looked like she had acquired a skilled master to teach her.
Her heart clenched—it had really all been for her, even if he received pleasure.
She was getting wet again, and her cunny clenched and throbbed in spasms from her hard climax. If he continued to lick her, she was going to want him inside her again. It certainly felt as though her clit was swollen and hard with desire again. With each stroke of his tongue, her mind screamed, I'm all yours. Anything, anything, you want is yours.
"I may decide to do this occasionally at a masked ball. Of course, we would have to arrive separately so no one would know you. I enjoyed it more than I expected. It will make a change for us. I am glad to know you enjoyed it, too. Ah, you wouldn't want it all the time, would you? I don't know if I would be comfortable sharing you all the time."
Lifting her head, she shook it, and then dropped it against the floor. Exhausted and limp from the first loving, her body began aching for a second.
"Of course, I will continue to find new and exciting ways to satisfy your needs."
When he slid his finger in her sheath, she moaned from the sudden shift of sensations.
"Lusty, aren't you? It's a good thing I am too. Let's do something with your hands."
Finally.
Reaching around her, he untied her hands, retaining his hold on her wrists, and then pulled them over her head. Straddling over her chest, he tied her hands to the leg of a settee.
He smiled down at her revealing his delight in her helpless situation. “Now, I can get at your breasts. Would you like me to bring some of the men in to suckle your breasts?"
She shook her head, growling behind the gag.
He chuckled. “You really like domination, but I believe that was a real no. We shall save that for next time then, shall we? I am going to give you what you want. I hope I will always give you what you want. I will certainly try.” Dropping his head he suckled her turgid nipple through her chemise, dragging on it with gentle suction. Pushing her chemise beneath her breasts, he exposed her to his passionate navy blue eyes dark with desire. “You have beautiful breasts,” he said, awe in his voice.
Spreading her legs, he slipped between them and entered her slowly. “We shall go easy this time."
She moaned as the friction burned; her flesh tender from losing her virginity. Moving slowly in and out, he built their lust again. As the pressure built in his body, he increased speed.
"Come for me, sweetheart."
It took only a moment for her to realize he could control her climax—when he hit a special spot, her body sang out in jubilation. She was more than ready when he touched that certain spot inside. Hitting it over and over, in mere moments, she was crying out. Climaxing, her body clenched and released around his hard shaft.
"Good, now you need to raise your hips.” Grasping her buttocks, he encouraged her to rise. Eyes widening, she shook her head vigorously. Withdrawing from her cunny, he pushed slowly into her sore anus. “Easy, remember to relax, pushing helped.” Rolling her eyes, she pushed and yelped with the pain. He pushed in until his nest of curls was crushed against her sphincter, then he cried out as he spent his seed into her anus again.
Leaning onto her body, he untied her hands and then her mouth.
"If we are to continue, you must find another way to become satisfied,” she said and moaned. “My buttocks cannot take that every time you cum."
Smiling, he winked. “I'll see what I can do. Still occasionally..."
Frustrated because she didn't know his identity, she tugged off his mask. Victor Van Helson, her brother's best friend, gazed at her with languid eyes!
"No wonder you recognized me."
He frowned. “Are you saying you didn't know who I was?"
"Oh, no, I was fairly certain. I just needed to make sure,” she lied. “I saw John leaving, so I knew you had come, too.” Why hadn't she wondered about his location? She had known they arrived together. She had been so relieved to recognize John and see him leaving, she hadn't thought further. Deep down she had longed for it to be Victor, which made her certain it was not him at all. She was never that lucky, but this time, she had been.
Smiling, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply. “The night is not yet over. You promised to be my slave for the night."
"I don't think my buttocks can handle another time,” she bemoaned.
He chuckled. “Sorry, sweetheart, didn't mean to be rough. I tried to be gentle. I was going out of my mind and could not control myself. Will you forgive me?” He sounded sincere.
"I don't know. You promised not to hurt me,” she said and pouted.
"Let's see if I can convince you.” Sliding down her body he began suckling and licking her clit. “Forgive me.” He pushed a finger into her sheath. “If you don't, as my sex slave, I can still punish you for not forgiving me.” Removing his finger, he stroked it over the tender flesh of her anus.
"As long as you continue licking my clit, I will
forgive you,” she said, quickly.
His laugh was filled with triumphant masculine pleasure. He pleasured her for several more minutes before rising. Snatching up his mask, he positioned it over his face. “Shall we go?” Holding down a hand, he assisted her from the floor.
"Go? Where?"
Buttoning the front of her gown, he dressed her as though he were her maid while he brushed light kisses where his lips landed on her face, nose, lips, cheeks and eyelids. “We are going to the graveyard."
Chapter 2
"Graveyard? What on earth for?"
"You made me promise unusual, remember. This is no longer unusual."
"It's alright, really.” She adjusted her mask into a better position.
"Silence or I will gag you again.” Holding her hand, he led her from the sitting room. “I don't want anyone to recognize you by your voice. You know there were some people between your legs tonight that you don't want to know your identity.” He murmured softly for her ears alone.
She held her tongue until they were safely inside his landau.
"I suppose by people I don't want recognizing me, you meant someone like Herbert Tousel?” Sitting by his side, he draped a possessive arm around her shoulders and pulled her against the warmth of his body.
"For one.” He nodded. “He is your stepmother's present lover."
Her upper lip curled. “Yuk, you could have stopped him."
"What excuse do you suppose I could have given?” His fingers began opening her gown.
"I don't know, but you knew who I was, so you could have thought of something."