I hear a quiet knock at the door.  It doesn't take long for me to open, yet when I do there is no one before me.  ‘Hhhhhhmmmmmmmmm, very odd’ I think to myself.  As I turn to step back inside my home, I look down and see a medium sized package wrapped in a semi-gloss ivory paper with a note attached.  The note reads only ‘Belle’ embossed in gold flecking.  I open the brief note to read only ‘November 27th 9:00 pm.’

Inside the box I find a simple, yet elegant and form-fitting, black strapless dress accompanied by a lavish mask.  The mask is made of deep burgundy feathers, black silk, and black pearls.  Pouting lips in copper also adorn.  Never have I seen anything like it.  Nor ever will I again.  I can’t resist placing the mask on and finding the nearest mirror to view myself.   I run my fingers over the dress but cannot for the life of me bring the name of the fabric to mind.

At last, November 27th 9:00pm arrives with a faint knock on my door.  Had I not been expecting it I would not have heard it.  I open the door to find a large man neatly dressed in a non-distinct black suit.  He takes the mask from my hand and presents his arm to escort me to a discreet black car where he orders me blind-folded.  I feel a slight uneasiness at his command.

We drive at least 30 minutes out of town.  I hear the noises of the city dissipate.  He orders the blind-fold removed to be replaced with my mask.  We travel through a large voice recognized gate.  My escort orders it open.  The elaborate structure before me is breathtaking to say the least.  For reasons only I would understand I want to grab the bars in my hands and run my hands up and down.  I am delivered to an 11 foot high door of what can only be described as a castle.  Two blood hounds perch at each side.

As the solid door opens, 'Masked Ball' bellows in the marble foyer.  The piece is a long-time favorite of mine and the sensual rhythm moves me.  As I sway to the rhythm I feel slightly faint and I take a much needed breath.  I know the smell wafting before me.  It smells of sex.  I know the sound drowning through the walls.  It sounds of sex. I know I will feel sex soon enough.  As my blood boils and body heats I feel intoxicated, my breath catches and my legs quiver.  I need it now.

I contain myself and remove my clothes as I am instructed, everything except the mask.  I am guided into an adjacent room.  It is circular and surrounded by marble columns.  There are twenty masked women kneeling naked in a circle surrounded by hundreds of masked men in midnight blue cloaks, reminiscent of a Venetian Carnival.  Once again I feel uneasiness.  I feel my nerves begin to react and I tingle all over.

I am placed in the last opening of the circle of women, finally completing the circle.  'Masked Ball' still plays and a light chant now accompanies the rhythm.  There is a sweet smelling smoke swarming at my feet, making me woozy and light headed.  I am entranced as I am enveloped by my surroundings and they pierce my being. Something more tangible will enter me soon.  For that, I am sure.

The man in the middle of the circle is wearing a velvet cloak of regal purple and the most ornate Venetian mask in the room.  He begins to make his way from woman to woman.  He signals us one by one with a lingering kiss to rise and choose our first conquest.  I am excited to get this show on the road and patiently, but eagerly, await his kiss.  My breath quickens yet again as I wait for this man to allow me to rise.

As each woman rises from her kneeling position I see some are tall and lean while others are small enough to spin effortlessly on my knee.  Hair colors range from platinum to black and from short to long.  Most women are completely shaven but some have nests of hair in different designs between their legs.  Breasts are in all shapes and sizes, yet all erect with anticipation.  What does it feel like between those legs I wonder to myself?

I cautiously gaze at the masks surrounding me.  They are screaming, laughing, crying and singing.  They are with smiles, frowns, kisses and pierced lips.  Each mask is made of a different material: masks of gold, masks of copper, and even masks of platinum with diamonds surround me.  It is finally my turn to move.  Your mask is made of a deep blue silk, hardened by cream enamel and traced with copper, sapphires, and pearls.  I make haste and disrobe you immediately.  

Everyone is naked before us, identifiable only by their masks now.  Flesh is in abundance in all sorts of colors and textures as well.  We proceed into a very large attached room.  All imaginable lusts are before us.  We are greeted by an unparalleled orgy.  I think to myself, 'Lock me in.  I never want to leave here.'  My most raw fantasies are being realized before me at last.  Little do I know there is still more to come.

Continued...

On a large peg legged ottoman a masked woman with raven black hair is knees to the ground lying spread eagle as a man aggressively pounds her from behind.  The veins in his neck bulge and I watch him pulse in and out.  Her mouth is somewhere between a gasp and a scream, wide open as he grips her hair and arches her neck.  Although she doesn’t make a sound I can feel the scream growing inside of her, waiting to erupt at any time.  

On a sofa across the room a man sits.  Only his legs are visible but I hear his moans. A petite masked blond bounces with vigor up and down his shaft.  Her arms and hands are pulling her hair out of the way and she leans back.  The man reaches around every few moments to massage her buttocks.  He uses enough force to break the skin but she doesn’t seem to notice at all and I imagine she actually enjoys the raw embrace.

There are other masked figures around the room.  Some men are diligently pumping their hard cocks.  Their teeth are grinding and their expressions are strained.  Women assist all around with their hands and mouths.  On a chaise against the back wall there lies a well-built man.  A woman is burrowed between his legs while hoisting them up to rim him completely.  Her tongue is licking and penetrating at will as he moans again and again ‘Please don’t stop, don’t stop.’

While being rimmed by one woman, another woman with strawberry red hair sucks him off with eagerness and enthusiasm.  Her fingers tighten at the base of his shaft for the best access.  She alternates between using only her mouth while fondling his cum filled balls, then gripping again to fully erect him.  She has no gag reflux, every man’s dream.  I image he will burst and send his hot salty fluids streaming down her soft pretty neck at any time.

In the faint distance I hear the sound of a whip slapping flesh.  Mmmmmmmmm, now we’re talking.  I pull my momentary companion along behind me by only his rock hard prick.  Chained to a wall I see a masked man being softly whipped with a cat o' nine, a crop, bamboo, and a large wooden paddle one by one.  I tighten my grip relentlessly on my cock of the moment.  I whisper in his ear, ‘What can I do to you?’  I already know the answer but I want to see you squirm.  

Another man lies on a concrete slab, his arms tied above his head with steel restraints.  His pink cock tied tightly, painfully enjoying the cock and ball torture bestowed by the woman to his side.  The woman attending has an ass that is unrivaled.  Her finger is buried deep inside of him as she jacks him off with her other hand.  He moans with pleasure and pain.  I whisper in her ear, ‘Come get me later.  I want to partake.’

I hear screams of pleasure bellowing from the next room and steer us in the direction of the ecstatic screams.  As we enter I at once know why I am here.  I see the object of my lust.  I release your hard member and grab your hand now.  A woman sits upon a table.  To each side women kiss and caress her breasts, her neck, her ears, her inner thighs.  A vision, she is a brunette with porcelain like skin!  The entire masked room stands in awe.  

I want her!  I pull her to the edge of the table and begin to feast.  Her juices are sweet and she is salty from the sweat.  Her clit, long ago, already became hard.  You know what I want badly from behind.  My eyes bore through my mask into your almost semi veiled eyes.  You stick it in and I scream with satisfaction.  You feel are harder than I realized, harder than when I released you with my hand.

I grab a device from the many on the table perfect for stimulating my hard swollen clit.  I cum easiest and strongest with clit stimulation.  I take my mouth from her sex long enough to give you a brief command.  I tell you not to worry about hurting me, but only for the moment. 'JUST FUCK ME HARDER NOW!' I demand. I want to cum soon.

There are two masked woman holding my brunette’s legs tightly apart so I can continue stimulating myself and her with ease in unison.  I feel her inner thighs vibrate against my cheeks and then her pussy contracts and as she squirts in my mouth.  Without my instruction you howl and fuck me harder at the same time until I have no choice but to orgasm.  I wouldn’t stop for anything.  

My pussy squeezes you tightly.  I almost pop you out but you refuse to allow it.  You lay against me with your arms tightly embracing me.  My body reacts to the intimacy and I crave more.  You take over stimulating my clit as we finally cum together.  Our bodies wrench wildly against one another.  I am not sure how long we are motionless but I want it again, and soon.

-Rendition of Eyes Wide Shut-