Masquerade

My Cinderella moment. Not like the fairy tales.

He is arranging a party for me. He wants to show me off. He knows I am shy. He is so kind, he promises keep me feeling safe and protected. The guests are men and women. Important people; doctors and lawyers and judges and the like. The whole event is a black tie masquerade. They will arrive at seven in the evening to dine. I am to be the centerpiece.

He comes to me on the eve of the party. He is dressed magnificently in a tuxedo. His face is framed black feathers. I can see his eyes gleaming from behind the mask. My heart pounds. He hands me a mask, more elaborate that I could dream of! Swan feathers and egret feathers spread out from the eye holes with peacock feathers flowing out from the sides. There are clear glass beads studded all over, rimming the edges of the mask. The whole thing is easily two feet wide, soft and delicate. I am amazed and overwhelmed. How beautiful. How kind of him. He is so kind to me.

Put it on, La Rose.

Yes, Sir. I slip it on my face, feeling the instant protection of secrecy.

Take off your clothes, La Rose.

Yes, Sir. I disrobe quickly, exposing my soft, lily white body to him. He is pleased. I see the tell-tale rise in his pants. He is pleased.

Let’s get you ready for the guests, La Rose.

Oh yes, please, Sir! I am growing more and more excited.

He leads me down the wide staircase of his home. The serving staff murmur softly as he leads me down. They don’t approve. They are shocked. I don’t care. I am beautiful. My breasts bounce softly as I walk down the stairs, my thighs shake lightly. I see one of the male serving staff sweat. He can’t stop looking at my breasts. He best be careful. If my Master sees him watching and lusting after me, he will be dismissed. He is serving staff, I am an enslaved goddess. I am too lofty for him to reach. Only my Master owns my beauty and passions.

He leads me into the dining hall. The high ceiling soars above me, gilded and painted. The tall windows are draped in silken curtains. I am lead to a long table in the center of the room. The middle of the table is strewn with brocaded pillows. He bids me to lie on them, so I do. I lie on my back, reclining gracefully over the pillows. He smiles and brushes my chin gently under my mask. I tingle all over. He claps and motions to some of the serving staff. They bring trays of food and place them across my body. I am covered in platters of food. My breasts feel the warmth of the food through the china. My stomach feels the weight of a plat of ham. Flowers are strewn across what bare flesh remains. I am beautiful. They will all want me.

Lie still, La Rose. My guests will be here soon.

I lie still and wait. I hear cars outside. I hear footsteps in the foyer. I smile. They are coming to see me. They are coming to be jealous of him. He is so lucky and it’s because of me. I swell with pride. I am so elated.

The door opens. I hear them gasp.

Well I never!

Is she real?

Would you look at that!

What have we got here?

Holy shit.

He walks over to me and strokes my feathered mask. He speaks.

This is my pet, La Rose. I want you all to enjoy your meal, and when we clear away these platters, I want you to touch her. Taste her. She is remarkably well mannered. I do request, though that none of you penetrate her. That is mine alone. Enjoy your meals.

My heart pounds. That is his alone. My cunt is his alone. Only for him. I feel myself getting wet. I breathe carefully so as not to disrupt the platters on my chest.

Masked faces appear above me. The women giggle nervously as they take food from my body. The men are silent. They are not hungry for food. They want me. They want my body. They want to touch and taste me, as he said they could. I feel myself tremble with anticipation.

The guests talk pleasantly with each other as they eat, but I know they are all watching me. The platters are slowly emptied and removed. Serving staff use soft towels to wipe any spilled sauce from my flesh. They wipe slowly. They make sure to wipe my nipples, each of them. There is no mess to clean. They just want to touch me. I know how badly they want to touch me. I can feel the heat of them. I softly sigh as they rub me and watch their faces quake. They are burning for me.

The platters are gone. I am completely nude on the pillows. The guests wander over my body with their eyes. They are so tempted, but nobody makes the first move. I lay waiting. I feel my juices slipping down my legs.

Please, won’t you do the honors? My Master’s voice echoes in the dining hall as he leads one man towards me. The man is old. Older than my master. His hair is white and frizzes out from behind his green mask. I see the wrinkles of his skin. He smiles to my Master and reaches his hand out to me as he approaches. His papery skin brushes my breast. He squeezes. I see my Master smile and I sigh, deeply. My master is pleased with me. He likes seeing the guests lust after me. I can feel the hot, slippery juices between my legs as I twist my position. There is a soft squishy sound. It’s my cunt.

Won’t you join him? My Master indicates an elegant lady. She gets up and approaches me. She giggles nervously. Her hand is cold and slender. She is jealous of me, but she doesn’t know why. Her fingers investigate my breasts. My Master chuckles, spreading his arms wide.

My friends, please, step forward and take part.

There are twenty guests. They are all touching me. Suddenly someone slides their hand between my legs and strokes my clit. I moan. I sigh. The sensation of all the hands on my body is overwhelming. They rub me. They pat me. They pinch me. The men are pulling out their cocks and stroking them. The women are rubbing themselves through their dresses. They are all overwhelmed with my obedient body. I respond just the right ways to their touch. I twist slightly. I tighten. I moan and sigh. I am biting my lip softly. I am watching my Master smile at me.

Some of the men are fucking the women now. Perhaps they came together. Perhaps they are married. Perhaps they are strangers. It doesn’t matter. They are all behind masks. They are all fucking because of me. They are emptying their balls and quaking under the weight of orgasms because of my naked body.

A cock is in my mouth. Then another. Then another. They stand abound the table taking turns to shove their cock in between my lips. I slurp and suck. I watch my Master. He is smiling. His pants are bulging. He is not fucking any of the women. He wants me. He is content to watch for now, but I know when he takes me, he will take me completely.

There is a tongue on my clit. A woman is licking and sucking on my clit like it was a cock. She is so hungry for me. I feel myself shake. I won’t orgasm though. I refuse. I will only orgasm for him. I want to orgasm for him. I restrain myself, even though it hurts. An old man is shoving his cock in my mouth. It’s soft and papery. His skin is loose but his cock is thick and hard. I suck greedily. He pulls out of my mouth and explodes across my open lips. I lick them clean. I lick his cock gratefully.

Men climb up onto the table now, grabbing at themselves and spilling themselves across my body. My breasts are covered. The feathers of my mask are sticky and salty. They rub it into me. They tap their cocks on my cheeks. The women lick my cunt. They finger me and pinch my clit. One of them has her finger in my ass. My body is shaking. I need to orgasm. I can feel the cold heat rising and I know I am close. My head turns to my Master. His smile is marvelous. It means he is pleased with me. He nods to me. I know what his look means. It means he wants me to cum. He wants to see me cum.

I release. there are cocks on my face and cum on my breasts. Two women are lapping greedily at my cunt. Suddenly I scream. My body is shaking violently. The people who are fucking pound each other harder as they watch me. My back arches high and the pillows slide out from under me. I hear the women choke as my juices shoot out of my body. I squirt in their mouths, down their throats. They drink it down without thinking. They moan and finger themselves. They cum hard on their hands. There are cocks in my hands and I tug hard at them, feeling the men cum all over my hands.

Enough. My Master walks over to me. The guests shake his hands. They have all orgasmed. They are finished. The ones who are still hard all want to fuck me, but they make do fucking each other. He approaches me and climbs up onto the table, shedding his clothes. I hear the woman gasp softly. He is so handsome, my Master. He is older than me by ten years, but still so handsome. He flips me over so I am on all fours. Cum drips off my body and onto the table and pillows below me. I have never been so drenched in cum before.

Suddenly, he is inside me. His fingers entwine themselves in my hair and my head is lurched backwards. His other hand is on my hips, guiding them as he slams himself into me. He pounds me hard. He is laying claim to me. I am jerked roughly backwards, harder and harder onto him. I hear him grunting. He is happy they are watching. I hear the sounds of fucking around me have stopped. Only the wet sound of his body slamming into mine fills the hall. Even the serving staff are touching themselves. Everyone is watching my Master fuck me. They are speechless. My hands grab onto the sides of the table. My eyes are watering. The pleasure is so intense it hurts.

Scream for me.

Like an animal I do. I scream and grunt and gasp and groan. I drool across the table, gasping for breath. He is close now. I can feel his cock tremble inside my cunt. His hands release my hair and hips and seize my throat. He tightens not because he wants to choke me, but because the pleasure is so intense he has to squeeze. My face is going red, I know. I feel my mouth hang agape, limp and empty. My head spins. He finishes. He empties is balls into me and fills me with intense heat. He releases his grip on me and I drop to the table, moaning. He pats my ass, like a dog.

Good, good, good little La Rose.

The guests begin talking as I am carried out by the serving staff. I am carried to my room. I am washed. I am laid in bed. Alabaster, my cat, purrs beside my and rubs up to my hot breasts. I sleep.