Speaker 1: I didn't belong at a masquerade ball like that, not really.
The invite had come through a promoter i'd met at
a bar two nights earlier, one of those smooth talking
LA types who never quite says what he does, only
who he knows. He'd looked me over, smiled like he'd
already decided something, and said you should come. Private event.
Masks required, good for networking, no guest list, no details,
just an address in the hills. I almost didn't go,
but in La, the difference between getting nowhere and getting
noticed usually comes down to one thing showing up. So
I bought a cheap black mask, found the only dress
in my suitcase that didn't screen tourist, and told myself
this was networking. That's what these things always are, right, networking.
The music was a low thrumb beneath my feet. As
I stepped inside. Everyone was masked, gold black, feathered faces,
hidden identities, blurred, champagne flowed. Conversations stayed quiet, controlled, No
one asked names. It wasn't that kind of party. I
stayed near the bar watching. That's when she found me.
Dark hair, sharp mask, everything about her deliberate. She touched
my arm lightly You've been selected for upstairs, not invited selected.
The room upstairs was a study in control. Low Light
from a single pendant lamp cast long shadows across a vast,
minimalist space. A dozen people stood or lounged on low couches,
their eyes tracking me as I entered. The air was
different here, charged, silent, thick, with an expectation that made
my skin feel too tight. No one removed their masks.
Not up here. Whatever this was, anonymity was part of it.
At the center stood a couple. He was tall, broad shouldered,
with a gaze that pinned me to the spot. She
was ethereal platinum hair sharp against a black silk dress.
They were the gravity in the room. The man Lucas,
nodded to the girl who bought me up, and she
guided me forward until I stood before them. Masks stay on.
The woman, Elise said, Her voice was cool water. Names
don't matter here. We've watched you all evening. You have
a certain receptivity, a hunger you're not even admitting to yourself.
I should have protested, I should have turned, but the
truth of her words coiled in my belly, hot and undeniable.
I come to this party to be seen. Now I
was being claimed. Lucas didn't ask. He stepped forward, his
hands cupping my face. His kiss wasn't gentle, it was
an occupation. His tongue pushed past my lips, claiming the
rhythm of my breath. A collective murmur rippled through the room.
Hands began to move. Someone behind me unzipped my dress,
the fabric sliding down my shoulders to pool at my feet.
Cool air hit my skin, followed by the heat of
multiple stairs fock. All the masked strangers were on me.
I was naked in the center of them all. The
vulnerability was a drug. My pulse hammered in my throat,
in my wrists, Between my thighs. Elisa's fingers traced a
line from my collar bone down to my nipple. Beautiful,
she murmured, not to me, but to the room. It
was a presentation. The first touch from the group came
from behind, a man's hands smoothing over my hips, pulling
me back against the firm ridge of his harred cock,
still confined by his trousers. Another man, younger, with a smirk,
knelt before me, his thumbs hooked under my knees, urging
me to step forward, widening my stance for him. He
didn't kiss or tease. He simply leaned in and pressed
his mouth to my inner thigh, then higher, his tongue
finding my clit in a firm, deliberate stroke. Fuck that
made me quiver. A gasp tore out of me. My
head fell back, and Lucas captured my mouth again, swallowing
the sounds I made. The kneeling man worked me with
a relentless focus, his fingers joining, his tongue parting me,
plunging two fingers deep inside my cunt while his thumb
circled my swollen, desperate clit. Pleasure built in sharp, shocking waves.
I was being opened, played used, and the sheer exposure
amplified every sensation. I heard. The sound of belts, unbuckling
hands guided me down onto the thick, soft rug. I
lay on my back, the ceiling a dark mirror above.
Bodies surrounded me, a circle of intent. Lucas was first.
He knelt between my spread legs, his cock springing free,
thick and already gleaming. He didn't enter me slowly. He
gripped my hips, tilted me up, and rammed himself in
with one deep, conquering thrust shit. I squealed, My back
arched off the floor. The fullness was breath, taking a
violent stretch that instantly he rewired my brain to only
process this, the heat, the friction, the perfect brutal fit.
He fucked me with a steady, powerful rhythm, each drive
landing with a force that jolted through my core. The
man who'd fingered me earlier moved to my head, his
cock nudging my lips. I opened my mouth and he
filled it with dick. The salty taste and solid weight,
so filthy, double penetration. My body was theirs. Hands from
masked bystanders run all over me. As I was fucked,
Lucas's thrusts grew harder, faster. The man in my mouth groaned,
his hands cradling my head. I sucked him, my tongue,
working his shaft as Lucas's hip slammed into me, over
and over, the wet sounds of our joining loud in
the room. Elise watched from the edge, her eyes gleaming.
She pointed to another man, a brunette with intense eyes.
He came forward, looping his cock with something from a bottle.
He waited Then as Lucas pulled almost entirely out, the
brunette guy pressed himself against my other entrance, straight up
my asshole. There was a tight, burning pressure as he
went balls deep up my ass. Then Lucas thrust back
in and the brunette pushed forward. At the same moment.
The invasion was total. My vision whited out, a scream
caught in my throat, blocked by the cock in my mouth.
They moved in a rough, alternating rhythm, filling me completely,
stretching me beyond any limit i'd known. The pain blurred
instantly into a pleasure so profound it felt like falling.
Every nerve was lit, every muscle clenched around them, holding
them deep. I was overflowing, and the shame I might
have felt was incinerated by the raw physical truth of it.
I loved being used by strangers like a dirty slut,
people I didn't know in masks, twisting and pulling my nipples,
playing with my clit. As I was taken fully, the
man in my mouth stiffened, his groan, vibrating through my skull.
A hot, sudden flood filled my mouth, the first orgasm
given to me. I swallowed instinctively, the act of submission,
triggering my own climax. It detonated from my core, a
convulsive wave that clamped around the two men fucking me,
milking them deeper. Lucas roared, his body locking his release,
pumped into me, deep and endless. The brunette guy followed
seconds later, his own come joining the mix inside me.
They pulled out, leaving me gaping, dripping, utterly spent, and
still vibrating. But the circle didn't break. Another man was
already moving forward his erection, eager to feel my used cunt.
She's ready for the next, Elise, said her voice a command.
The new man lifted my legs over his shoulders and
began to fuck, just as another masked man bent over
my face and lowered his hot asshole to my lips.
This went on all night, until the entire room full
of strangers had emptied their balls in me. I went
back to my apartment, fully filled and fucked. I threw
my mask off, slumped on my bed, and pussy farted
an oozing pool of come out of my cunt. I laughed.
Now that's what I call a networking event. I hope
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