Masquerade - A Revenge Story

This wasn't the first time I'd come to 'The Masquerade', as it was colloquially known despite the organiser being desperate for it to be known as 'Sally's Suave Soiree's' that name just hadn't stuck for multiple reasons, the main one being the masks everyone was made to wear, closely followed by it being a really, really dumb name, so the Masquerade it was.

Also, unlike many soirees, which are elegant and graceful, the Masquerade involved a lot of fucking and nudity. It wasn't crass or dirty by any stretch of the imagination, but elegant? Not quite. I'd been sucked off and shot my load too many times at the Masquerade to many times to think of it as anything other than tawdry, but incredible fun nonetheless.

To be fair to Sally, who'd been running these things for a good decade, the venue was lovely, a local boutique hotel that she and her husband ran. But every third Sunday of the month they refused to book any guests, instead running The Masquerade where the rooms were used for everything but sleeping. Apparently, Sally had started it after getting disillusioned with local dogging spots and the closure of the local sex shop, which had had an attached 'adult cinema' where watching the films was second to attempting to recreate them, but with ladies outnumbered by a good ten to one.

The Masquerade was firmly female-led, and the numbers were always split equally between genders, so women could turn up whenever, but men had to book well in advance. It was also inclusive and acted as a safe space for anyone who didn't fit neatly into a specific box.

Women were also the only ones allowed to approach a prospective partner of either gender, helping prevent and reduce unwanted attention. Not follow that rule and you were out on your ear by the burly security guards Sally hired.

Personally, I enjoyed The Masquerade because I enjoyed the thrill of not necessarily knowing who I was fucking, although now and again there were one or two whose identities couldn't be hidden by a half-face mask, which is why I mostly wore a full-face mask. While full face masks weren't provided, you were allowed to bring your own and so I did, a different one every time.

So there I was, sitting at a table alone in the dining room, listening to the chatter of those around me, trying not to get too distracted by everyone wearing either the necessary fancy lingerie or tight shorts per usual. I, as a bloke, had gone for the tight shorts, although a few guys were going around in lace and thongs as was their personal preference. Although I couldn't go up to anyone, I had my eyes set on a cute redhead, curvy, big ass, big breasts, kind smile and was considering how I could get her to notice me, when someone else walked through the door and distracted me, someone I hadn't seen in nigh on four years.

Looking at the long-haired blonde walking through the door, wearing a set of silky lingerie, her nipples and cunt hidden by tiny pieces of fabric, alongside a cat-inspired masquerade mask, I was shocked that in the four years since I'd last seen her Sharon hadn't changed a bit. She remained slim, with small breasts and hips, and I'd recognise that pointed chin anywhere. It was as if she still had that aura of wantonness that had so attracted me to her seven years ago when I was barely twenty, that very same aura that had pushed me away three years later, as I discovered she'd been constantly unfaithful the whole time we'd been supposedly dating.

She laughed when I'd told her it was over, shrugging as she informed me she'd mentally ended the relationship a year before, she'd just kept it going because of the attention I gave her, and when I wasn't able to do that, why shouldn't she get it elsewhere? Anyway, she'd decided that, sometime in the future she was going to want a family and I, without a shadow of a doubt, wasn't 'Daddy' material. She wanted someone who would command her, make her beg, but also support her and any children she might have, and I was just... fine. I was nice, I just wasn't what she wanted, and she hadn't been bothered to tell me.

To say I was hurt by this was an understatement. Physically I knew I was 'fine', nothing awful but hardly exciting, as I was six foot tall and fairly slim and not much of a 'hands-on' guy. I couldn't clean an engine, I didn't lift weights, I enjoyed computer games and watching basketball, you know, normal stuff that I see nothing wrong with, but her dismissal of me set a fire in my head I couldn't put out, and after that destruction of my self-worth I decided that I wasn't happy with 'fine'.

I got contact lenses and began to go the gym, something I'd never before considered doing and, over time, got pretty buff. I wasn't able to lift a car or make my pecs dance, but I started to wear more form-fitting clothing and revelled in the attention I was now getting from the ladies and even some men. Although nothing had changed for me on the inside, I was unrecognisable on the outside. So, this was the test. Would Sharon recognise me?

To test this, I walked towards where she was standing, thankfully near the bar, where I ordered a pale ale. I was now close enough for her to notice, and almost immediately I started getting some attention from her, eyeing me up and down. Standing closer to her I was able to notice a few changes, her blonde hair lighter than it had been, her stomach maybe a little saggier than before, or maybe I was just feeling vengeful, but I knew I didn't have the same attraction to her as I once did.

As I contemplated upon this change, she turned to face me, a familiar half-smile on her face.

"Hey," she spoke lightly, a put-upon accent masking her natural somerset, or 'zummerzet', twang, "I'm Sharon," she confirmed for me, "Nice to meet you. Come here often?"

I was glad my face was covered because it was taking everything I had not to laugh at her pathetic chat-up lines.

"Nice to meet you, Sharon," I spoke in a slightly deeper register to try and prevent any obvious recognition, "I'm Francis," I obviously wasn't going to use my real name, and I wanted something banal and unremarkable, "Yeah, I've been here a few times before, it's good."

"Maybe," Sharon pushed her chest towards me, "you could help me find my way around? Tell me where to go, what to do sort of thing?" She was trying desperately to be flirtatious, but I don't think I could be attracted to this woman again even if it meant saving the world. Her previous behaviour had shown me that, while she was still outwardly attractive, inside she had nothing going for her. So why not treat her like she wanted to be treated? Be commanding, make her beg.

"I suppose I could," I responded, disinterest pouring off every word, "but what's in it for me?"

Looking taken aback by that, Sharon seemed quite put out.

"Because you get to walk around with a half-naked hottie?" She fired back, as modest as ever.

"Look around love," was my gruff response, "most of the people here are half-naked hotties. What makes you special?"

"Because," she leant towards me, her breasts now rubbing against my chest, "of the things I can do for you."

I shrugged, finishing my drink as she looked up at me with surprise.

"I suppose that'll do," Placing my glass onto the bar, I started to walk off, only looking back several steps away to see her staring like a deer in the headlights, "Come on then, gardens this way."

Without looking to see if she was even following, I walked into the garden. Only open during the summer months, it was surrounded by large bushes and trees that gave them the privacy they required from neighbours but didn't stop the sunlight from getting in to warm their semi-naked bodies thanks to the evening sun.

I stood there, enjoying the breeze, staring out at the flowers and bushes, before turning to see if Sharon had come with me. To my amazement she had, shivering despite the sunlight.

"You cold?" I asked without any inflection while sat next to us at a garden table, a woman easily in her fifties sucked off a guy about my age. I kept my eyes on them as Sharon looked around the garden.

"A little bit," she responded, a slight shiver in her voice, "I just... oh!" She finally noticed the couple, although she was probably more shocked by what was happening in public than the obvious age difference. "Oh my, is that, usual for this place?"

I laughed at her naivety, searching the visible part of her face.

"This is tame to what you'll see inside," I grinned inside the mask, "is that the sort of thing you're after?" I quizzed her, "Because, by you're reaction, I sense it might be too much. If that's the case, this ain't the place for you."

"No, no," she insisted, "I wasn't worried by the blowjob," she spoke as she continued to stare directly at the bloke as he moaned in happiness from what this seemingly magical granny was doing with her tongue, "I was just... taken aback by it happening so openly."

"I suppose it's weird to see for the first time," I accepted, "you just learn to accept it," I couldn't help but smirk, "although of course, it helps if you're the one getting the blowjob in front of a group of people, tends to take your mind off things."

"That's true..." Sharon spoke breathily, "I hadn't thought about people watching."

"Oh yeah," I enthused, "sometimes the whole party's watching some girl nosh you off, or watching a bird bounce on your cock. Some of them even ask to join in or even start masturbating in time with you. It's a great feeling."

"Yeah..." Sharon looked like it sounded anything but. "There's nowhere to go for privacy is there?"

"One or two places," I nodded. "Come on, let's continue that tour." I walked off, leaving the granny and her beau to their business, completely unfussed whether they had an audience or not.

Tagging along like some forlorn puppy, Sharon looked wide-eyed and amazed as I took her through all of the public rooms, a variety of nudity and goings on taking place. A guy and a girl were making out on a sofa in the lounge. In the dining room, two guys were quite happily tossing each other off, while in the kitchen, one girl was sitting naked on the counter while another went to town on her pussy. And on the stairs...

"Woah!" Sharon said with alarm, as a guy with a woman sat on his cock came sliding down the stairs with many bumps.

"Hah, yeah," I chuckled, "Klara likes getting it rough, and nothing's rougher than bouncing as you go up and down the stairs. Even better if it's the guy's ass that gets the punishment." Klara was now bouncing hard on the guy, just laying at the bottom of the stairs, no cares in the world as anyone walking past took the action in.

"Is that what you're into?" Sharon teased, and I knew I had her wrapped around my little finger.

"I've never tried ass stuff," I admitted, "and I'm not into receiving punishment, but if I found the right person, I might consider it."

"You should," Sharon giggled, "it's so nice if you fill both holes at the same time."

Internally I seethed. She'd always told me it was disgusting and she'd never do it, the lying bitch.

"I've only got one cock," I stated, "as long as I can stick it in one hole, I'm not bothered what happens with the rest."

Not waiting for an answer, I carried on up the stairs, Sharon obediently falling behind without question.

With six bedrooms to choose from, I decided to just go left to right and see if any were empty. In the first, there was already a crowd of both men and women, watching as a mass of bodies squirmed on the bed. I was happy watching, even maybe joining in, but Sharon looked uncomfortable and quickly asked if we could move on. Moving onto the next bedroom it was less crowded than room one but there were still two couples going at it on the bed, lying next to the other, I assumed swingers or couple swap, but Sharon grabbed my hand and gently tugged, wanting to move on, even if I was again quite happy to watch a tiny blonde getting railed by a large black man, while his tiny Asian wife was getting banged by an average looking white dude.

Moving on, the third bedroom seemed empty, and Sharon, finally happy with the situation, pushed me down onto the bed. "I'm happy fucking a stranger, alone," she admitted, "but I don't feel comfortable doing it in front of others." Standing up tall, Sharon removed her bra and out fell two breasts. I say fell, they were nowhere big enough to fall properly, instead, it was closer to a reveal, but the cold had done its job, and her nipples were large and pointed, almost as big as her areolas, something that sent a shiver through me. To my delight, she pressed her hand against my groin, pressing against my growing erection.

To both of our surprise, we heard a noise from an adjoining room, which transpired to be a bathroom, which they realised as two people burst out of it wrapped only in towels.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," the first man spoke in surprise, grasping onto his shower mate, "we didn't realise."

"Don't worry," I replied with a grin, "neither did we. You were here first, we'll find a place."

Holding onto Sharon's hand as she looked upon the naked couple in shock, I stood and dragged her out of there, and she didn't even complain that she was now topless in public. Possibly because she was too busy thinking about how big one of their cocks was. Moving on to the next room, number four, we found this one to be empty, but decided to check the ensuite, just in case, and thankfully found it empty.

"So," I grinned, sitting down on the bed, "where were we?"

Despite her previous shock of two naked men appearing like magic, she immediately managed to return to what she was doing, pulling her underwear down without delay, revealing a shaved hairless pussy, her lips protruding just as I remembered.

The tip of my cock began to protrude from the top of my tight shorts as my body reacted automatically, Sharon looking down greedily as my cock head bulged out in anticipation. She fell to her knees, licking her lips, before moving her head to start licking my head, focusing on my glans before, with some slight help from myself, she pulled my shorts down completely, revealing the full length of my cock, as well as my large balls.

"Oh," she gasped, her eyes on my fat balls, before travelling up my thick cock, "you're going to cum buckets."

"Stop staring," I commanded, placing a hand on the back of her head, "and get onto it." I didn't even have to push, just that gentle pressure and her mouth immediately found its way back onto my cock, her tongue encircling my bulbous, swollen head as I sat back, enjoying the feeling of my ex, someone who hurt me so much, unknowingly giving me pleasure.

As she always used to, Sharon took no time in trying to take all of me down, always rushing, and as usual she got stuck about three inches down. No gag reflex this one, but like a trooper she kept going until, about five minutes in I felt the need for something more.

"Kneel on the bed," I demanded, standing up as she took a brief break from my cock, "and face away from me."

Without delay, she did as I said. 'Maybe', I thought, 'if I'd been like this four years ago instead of trying to be nice all the time, she'd have been less of a bitch.'

Standing behind her, I ran my cock up and down her slit, but surprised her by spitting onto her arsehole, rubbing it in with my cockhead. She gasped in shock but didn't tell me no. Pushing gently, the tip of my cock began to penetrate, but I paused briefly before removing it, sliding it into her sopping-wet cunt.

"Oh fuck..." she moaned, taken in by my act, "yes," she groaned, "fuck me, fuck me hard."

Sliding in and out as she knelt on the bed, I growled. "I'll fuck you how I like." With that, I spat on her asshole once more, rubbing the saliva in with a finger, not once stopping my slow rhythmic motion.

I fucked her gently for a few minutes before, with no warning, increasing my pace and the intensity of my thrusting.

"Oh," she moaned, "oh god, yes..."

She became more breathless, gasping as I inserted my finger in her ass, occasionally lubing it up with my spit and even her own dripping wet juices. It was as she showed signs of orgasm that I removed myself, once more placing the tip of my cock at her anus, pushing the head in instantly, resulting in her letting out a cry, somewhere between pleasure and pain. Despite being controlling, I wasn't a complete prick and stopped all movement in case she was genuinely in pain.

"That too much?" I wasn't quite caring, but neither was I being condescending.

"No," she gasped, "just, take it slowly, please, master."

My cock twitched at that. Master. I liked it. I'd always been the bitch in our relationship. I'd like to say the 'sub' but in a dom-sub relationship, there's usually plenty of respect and understanding. Sharon had had none, and like an idiot, I'd let her get away with it.

"No promises," I rumbled, but slid out gently, continuing to add saliva. I knew from experience there was a bottle of lube and condoms in every room, but I liked the friction, and I didn't feel like she deserved me to make this easy for her.

As time went by I continued to fuck her raw, occasionally dipping in her pussy for extra lubrication before returning to ream her. Eventually, her body shuddered in orgasm, her anus clenching tight on my cock, and I could see the lower half of her face in a mirror, she was looking a mess, sweaty, gasping. With her make-up running, I guessed she was crying, but she continued to push back. She seemed into it, and I felt my balls begin to clench. Fuck.

With one last dip, I pushed my cock inside her, bottoming out, causing her to cry out, before removing myself, and slipping straight into her pussy. Two thrusts later and I flooded her with my cum. Like she'd guessed, I came buckets. I pushed so hard she fell onto her elbows, my body weight on her pussy.

I could hear her moaning. "Oh fuck... breed me... breed me..." and I couldn't help but smile. If she went through that, rather than being just another fantasy, she was going to get the shock of her life when she found out who the daddy was.

Removing my cock slowly, I could see cum dripping out, but she placed a hand over her cunt as if she could hold it all back in. Not waiting for her to recover, I grabbed my shorts.

"I'm going to have a quick shower," I told her bruskly, brooking no argument, "no you can't join me, and I don't want to see you in this room when I'm out."

I didn't wait for an answer, just walked into the ensuite with cum still covering my cock, knowing there were always towels available in the bathrooms.

Walking out five minutes later, cleaned of sweat, cum and anything else off my body, I was pleased to see she was gone. I couldn't help but smile. Three years we'd been together and that was probably the best fuck we'd had by a mile. It was also the first time she'd let me fuck her ass. Even though I wasn't the first, I'm fairly sure that, by her reaction, I'd be the most memorable.

Happy and content to watch the others present for now, I left the room and returned to the dining room, where two blokes appeared to be racing to see who could wank off onto a woman's face first. Sally, she of the famous soiree was walking around topless, cum covering her 'c' cups. She might be around fifty, but she still looked good for it. Hell, it had once been my cum covering her breasts, although, as it had been my first masquerade I'd been a bit anxious and ended up getting some on the carpet. Being a soiree virgin, she'd been kind enough to forgive me if I'd cleaned it up. She was very protective of her antique carpet and had been known to kick people out for dirtying it.

Wondering into the lounge I made sure to get some water. I'd grab another beer shortly, but I needed to rehydrate if I was going to cum again.