by Lexie Syrah
As Misty opened up her apartment door, she squealed like a little schoolgirl. It had been almost 2 years since I’d seen her. The last time was accidental, though, when we simply bumped into each other at the same grocery store.
Once the excitement had calmed down between us, she looked at me and said, “Your outfit will never do. Don’t worry, though I know that somewhere I have something that’ll work just fine on you.”
As I looked at my outfit, I didn’t know what she was talking about. I was wearing a black, embroidered lace sheath dress I had just bought from Nordstrom's accompanied by matching Jimmy Choo’s.
“What on earth are you talking about Misty? This is the perfect dress for a party,” I said to her.
“No no honey,” she replied “This party is all about sexy and not knowing anyone.”
“What are you talking about Misty? Like a masquerade party?”
“Yeah, something similar, but seriously, what the hell does it matter? Brian wanted you to have a life didn’t he?”
“You know what, you’re perfectly right! I could use an outfit that will make all the men and women desperately want me, desperate to put their hands all over my body. It doesn’t hurt to have people look at you does it? Not to mention I would love to be wanted for once. It has been so long.”
She pulled out a pink leather miniskirt. My eyes were shocked at what she wanted me to wear to a dinner party. I tried to tell her that there was no way I could wear this. The panties that I had worn wouldn’t match.
That’s when she told me there was no need for panties and for me to stop being the Cleaver wife for once. She told me not to worry. No one would have any clue who I was anyway. I was filled with excitement, and at that point, I didn’t even feel bad any longer. I felt like I deserved this, but most of all, I felt like Brian deserved it.
She handed me a charcoal halter top that covered me just above my belly button. Luckily, the heels I had worn matched this outfit. Poor Misty had humongous feet and I would never be able to borrow any of her shoes.
I looked down at myself in awe. I hadn’t looked this sexy in so long that I almost didn’t remember the way that it made me feel. I hadn’t felt so excited for two years. I was an erection-causing, fantasy-inducing woman instead of a piece of furniture.
We mindlessly chatted about this and that, mostly she told me what had happened in the past few years since I had been gone. It was amazing to hear how happy everyone was, but it made me sad at the same time. My friends’ lives seemed so fun, carefree, and full of love while mine was filled with loneliness and self-loathing. But that was all going to change. I just didn’t know exactly how.
As I grabbed my keys and suggested that we take my car, she stopped me and told me that a limo would be here shortly for us. The party that we were going to would not allow anyone to drive so everyone remained anonymous.
I remember stopping her and telling her, “Maybe you should tell me a little bit more about this party. I’ve never heard of anything like this, and quite frankly, you’re scaring me.”
Misty, with her devilish grin, chuckled slowly saying “Okay fine, I’ll tell you. It’s a Beautiful People Party.”
“A beautiful what?”
“A Beautiful People Party. It’s what super rich and powerful people throw nowadays. You only get invited by someone that was at the previous event, and you’re only allowed to bring one person. Oh, and its sole purpose is to fuck anyone and everyone you want to.”
I couldn’t believe that this is what I had agreed to. The thought of going to party where horny men and women all knew that they would get laid seemed like a crazy idea? The only parties I had ever been to were the typical kind where most people go home alone.
She assured me though that no one had to have sex unless they wanted to and that some people simply enjoyed walking around watching. Everyone pleasing themselves and others, but there was one rule: everyone had to wear a mask. You never knew what the masks would look like until you showed up to the party. About that time, there was a knock on her door.
A tall elderly butler looking man asked her if she had her invitation ready. She handed the beautiful invitation to the man and he looked it over. It was made of golden card stock with silver leaves all around the edges and the most ornate writing I had ever seen. The elderly gentleman looked it over, and he looked at me as he gestured his arm towards the limo.
“Right this way ladies.”
The entire way there I remember feeling excited and rather nervous. I had barely been having sex in my own marriage and now I would be walking into some billionaire’s mansion surrounded by people fucking! I had heard of sex clubs and I had taken part in a small orgy in my younger days, but I had never imagined anything like a Beautiful People Party.
Once we pulled up to the mansion, my body seized up and I couldn’t pull myself away from the smooth leather seat. I felt paralyzed and I didn’t think I could actually go in, not now that I knew what could happen. At that moment, I truly considered turning around, but then I remembered the stabbing words that Brian had said, and I got out of the car with a smile.
Book One: Chapter 4
The Beautiful People Party
As we walked up to the enormous double doors, I was in awe. They were made of a deeply dark brown wood with gigantic glass panes and were covered with intricate wrought iron. They swung open as if they knew we were coming. The grand foyer seemed as though it was filled with gold as the light flood out to where I stood. There were two stairways making almost a full circle going up to a second floor. Golden railings wrapped them all the way up with a black carpet covering their steps. Everything seemed so surreal.
There were four people at beautiful dark wooden tables adorned with the most exquisite masks I’d ever seen. A shorter woman with fiery red hair, wearing nothing more than silver body paint and a mask covered in silver and gold leaves that must have been taken from a magical realm of the gods. The mask covered everything but her entrancing emerald eyes that glowed with a deep green fire.
Looking at me, she said with a haunting smile, “I have the perfect mask for you.”
She handed me a mask that made me feel like a young girl in its eloquent playfulness. The little silk cat mask had beautiful black crystals surrounding the eyes and the whiskers. All around the edges there was a raven-black delicate lace. As she placed it on my face, she slowly rubbed her finger down my cheek. I gave her a shy smile and she assured me that I would have an amazing night.
We were ushered towards an elevator that took us two stories up. As the doors opened, it was like nothing I had ever seen. There were golden drapes flowing from the ceiling. You couldn’t even see the walls through the beautiful gold fabric that seemed to cover everything. The stone floors were made of what seemed to be ivory.
At least three dozen nearly naked “beautiful people” wandered around, touching each other and drinking their champagne while nibbling on their finger foods. The servers were wearing nothing but little bow ties around their necks and the same gold and silver leaf masks on their faces. It wasn’t very long after we had begun navigating through this fantasy-inspired room.
Misty raised my hand and gave it a quick kiss before telling me, “I hope you have fun, but I probably won’t actually see you until the morning.”
I could hear her childish giggle as she skipped her way into the masses.
I felt completely out of place in this Shakespearean scene. I didn’t know what to do. My eyes wandered around the room, and I found myself watching a few different people. Men and woman alike came up to me to introduce themselves by whatever alias they had chosen.
Their attempts to touch me were politely declined. I couldn’t possibly cheat on my husband. But it was so hard being around all this nakedness, inhaling the sex that pervaded the air. My body was going crazy as it reminded me of the happy and carefree days of my youth, the days that I had given up for a husband who didn’t even see me anymore.
I slowly walked a
round this room, stopping for a while to watch a woman being held up by an incredibly powerful man while another man thrust into her. The sound of his balls slapping into her ass was mesmerizing. My eyes wouldn’t leave her large double D breasts bouncing ferociously on her chest. Her moans made my pussy wet as I watched her eyes close when she came for the two men that were using her body.
I turned my head as she was set down on a nearby chair and saw a thin older man bent over a couch that must have been made for fucking. His ass was being destroyed by a woman wearing a strap-on and his mouth was being abused by a much larger man, his head being forced into the man’s pubic hair. I could feel my juices running at the sights and sounds surrounding me.
Surrounded by debauchery, a small section of the room seemed almost void of activity. I easily made my way there so as not to draw any attention to myself.
Book One: Chapter 5
Glory Hole
I needed a moment to collect my thoughts and emotions as my swollen pussy begged me to cheat on my husband. As I got closer to the wall, I realize it was not a simple wall. There was a glory hole in this beautiful room. Whoever had set this party up had set up a glory hole that fit the extravagance of the scene instead of the typical filth that was reminiscent of the classic bathroom glory hole.
There was a respectably sized hole, lightly padded on all sides, and on the side away from the party, there was a bench to make the receiver more comfortable. It had cushions and an area for your knees and arms so you could be in doggy style. You could put your pussy or ass right up to the hole so that you could last for hours without ever having to stand.
The thought of being filled with cock after cock had me a little weak at the knees. I had always fantasized about having man after man cum deep inside me. I wondered how it worked. Did someone just get on the bench and wait? How long would they have to wait? I wondered if it was really as comfortable as it looked. It would have to be miserable to be positioned like that for very long without any attention, without having some part of me filled.
I suppose that’s where I made the biggest mistake of all. I had decided that I really wanted to see if that bench would be comfortable. Maybe I’m kidding myself, and I really just wanted to be used by a faceless stranger, but as I nervously walked towards it, I decided that it couldn’t hurt.
No one was around so it wasn’t like anybody would mount me. As I lifted my leg to straddle this strange device and gently fit my arms on the armrests, my heart sank. Out of nowhere, a red flashing light went off right on top of the glory hole wall, and as if that wasn’t bad enough, a buzzer sounded. I didn’t know what to do as the noise paralyzed me in surprise. I didn’t want to jump up for fear that somebody might see me, that someone would think I wanted to be used like this. After only a few seconds, the surprise and confusion left me as something else filled me.
My pussy lips were being slowly opened up and warmth flowed from my pussy up into my body. It was definitely a cock pushing itself slowly and deeply into my cunt. Could this really be happening? Within just a few moments, I’d gone from being a good wife to a cheating slut. I wasn’t sure if I really cared, though. My life had been a desperate need to be noticed by a man that had hated me for so long. That the idea of being wanted by a stranger felt like an ecstatic dream, and I wasn’t going to let this dream end already.
The man’s testing thrust sped up, and the feeling of his hard cock slamming into me forced the thoughts of cheating out of my mind. I had forgotten the feeling of just enjoying a good hard fucking, and this stranger was reawakening the desire for carefree sex.
All of the stress and concerns of my marriage were gone, and the only desire I had was to make this cock give me all the pleasure that I could milk out of it. I ground my ass against the wall, smearing my juices all over the padding while I forced the cock deeper in me.
My hand reached back as I began to furiously to rub my clit while the man on the other side of the wall continued to fill me with pleasure. The warmth that had started in my pussy had encompassed my entire body, and I sprayed my juices at the man who had purged my worries as I gushed all over him, the wall, and the bench below me. As my cunt tried to desperately push his cock out of me with my cum, the man on the other side let out a deep earthy moan as he took his turn spraying the back of my pussy with his cum. It felt amazing. I was using this cock and he was using my pussy, my poor deprived pussy.
Just as I was about to get down, I felt a hand reach through the hole to run its two long red-nailed fingers in circular motions around my soaked cunt. My pussy begged me to stay put as my extra-sensitive body began to jerk with every touch. I tried my best to calm down as my knees shook. I was very thankful for the special fuck stool that was holding my body in place as this woman’s beautiful hands continue to rub in and out, and out all around my clit. My already drenched pussy started to squirt, not as much as on the hard cock that had pounded me, but enough to cover her hand. I heard a polite thank you, and I then her heels clicking as she walked away.
A new cock peeked through, and though my mind was so foggy that I could barely see, I wanted it. Gushing once and squirting afterward had me practically blinded, but this cock wasn’t trying to enter me. It was simply being rubbed all around my cunt and my ass. I turned to look at the prick that was dripping my juices, my face only inches away from it. It was a fine specimen of manhood, about 6 inches long with a nice thickness to it. I decided that I wanted to take it in my mouth. I had already been fucked silly, so why not enjoy myself?
I started to lick the head, slowly wrapping my tongue around the shaft as I slowly worked my way down to his neatly trimmed pubes. The man was shaking and I could tell he’d definitely used this cock tonight. It thrilled my body as my thoughts unraveled and my tongue caressed the soft skin of the cock in my mouth. Has he been in someone’s ass? Has he been in another man’s ass? Has he already made some woman orgasm with this beautiful tool tonight?
I was sure that some or even all of that had already happened, and my body was going crazy at the thought of how dirty I was being. I took him deeper and deeper into my throat, making sure to gently caress his balls. I massaged them tenderly as I continuously tried to swallow his organ. It wasn’t very long before I heard the subtle groans getting louder and louder as he quickly pumped his prick faster and faster until he gave me his sweet satisfaction.
As we gently pulled apart from one another, I got off of the bench as fast as possible. As exhausted as I was, I slowly worked myself over to what looked like a simple massage table. I barely noticed all of the naked bodies tangled up in ecstasy as though no one else was tired in the least.
Book One: Chapter 6
The Ebony Goddess
I laid my body down on top of the spa table, and it wasn’t long before a beautiful, ebony skinned woman came over and started rubbing on my body. She started with my arms, applying pressure into all of the right places as she worked her way down to my hands. As she massaged my hands, I couldn’t believe the sheer bliss that had filled my body.
I wished that my life could be like this every night. She started rubbing my breasts, gentle at first, then adding quite a bit more pressure. It was more pressure than I was used to, and she tightly squeezed my nipples as she working her way down, rubbing around my rib cage and rubbing down deep into my thighs. She massaged me in such a fluid motion that I wasn’t quite sure where her hands ended and my body began. She started rubbing my plump pussy lips, slowly working her thumbs into the slit. She was making the sweetest sounds as if rubbing me was giving her an orgasmic pleasure.
I couldn’t help but thrust my thighs towards her hands as if my body was begging her to fill me. She had gentle and tiny hands, honestly not much bigger than most cocks.
She leaned in and said, “I know what you need. I know what your beautiful pussy needs. You need to be taken further, much further than any of these pricks can give you.”
That is when she slowly rubbed one hand down my breasts, making an
odd shape with her fist, almost like a conch shell. She started to slowly dip her hand in and out my wet pussy, working her hand into me slowly deeper and deeper. Her other hand was manipulating my breasts while she slowly brought me to higher planes of pleasure. Any time I tried to raise my hand to caress her, she told me,
“No, no, no, you need to lay there and relax. Just let me make you feel good.”
I didn’t think twice as I decided to let this beautifully exotic woman do whatever it was that she was going to do to me.
As my nipples were being pulled and tweaked, I felt an enormous pressure deep inside my pussy. I had never felt anything like the sensations rising from my pussy, and even though it had been used numerous times tonight, it was still extremely tight. Whatever she was doing felt odd, yet being stretched felt orgasmic. I was being taken over by this beautiful woman wearing a carnelian tiger mask. This feral tiger had stalked me and was feeding on my sexual satisfaction as I ground my pussy into her hand. As the pressure continued to grow, her hand slid from my nipples down to my clit.