Changing Faces

Disclaimer: All characters in this story are over age 21.

Blood circles the drain. I squeal in pain.

Goddammit! Cheap fucking razors. I knew I should have splurged on Venus tonight.

No matter what way I contort myself I always, manage to nick a sensitive area shaving my asshole. I let the hot water soothe the minor irritation on my pussy lip and carried on with my regime. If I was going out on the town tonight with this new body and these new tits, wearing this sexy costume, I was taking a ritualistic everything shower.

When Declan ended our four year relationship earlier last year, it slapped the life out of me. I couldn't eat, sleep or function for days. I realized how unhappy I'd been in the relationship for the last year of it and apparently I thought happiness would be found at the bottom of a bottle of wine. When that didn't work, I figured maybe it could be found on an empty plate of chicken wings.

Fuck that. I went all in. Spending hours on food prep and in the gym... Not to mention 6 K on these marvelous tits. I didn't need to buy an ass though -- I'd been blessed with that since birth.

I dry off and then take a look at myself in the mirror. My long, wet, dark hair falls right over my perky triple D's. I admire the contour of my tummy and my toned legs. I still had a little of my summer tan left given I'd spent a lot of it wearing next to nothing. I was finally happy with the outside of me.

Next I sized up the costume hanging on the back of my door. It was jet black and made up of a combination of satin, sheer tulle, and lace, complete with a cage of crinoline. It looked like it came straight from the Victorian era. I slathered lightly scented moisturizer all over me, taking extra care around the curves of my breasts. I admired them, I would say, thrice daily. Sometimes putting my hands on them like this could make me wet and I'd be overcome with the urge and need to rub my own clit to satisfy myself.

I pull up my thigh high stockings and clip them to my lace underwear before getting into my lacey black bra. Hair and makeup is next. I sip from a glass of cabernet sauvignon while I wait for my blow out to set and apply my ruby red lips. Lana Del Rey's version of Season of the Witch hums in the background.

I take one last look at myself before slithering into the mound of material and tightened the corset watching my tits dare to spill out of the top. I call an Uber and carefully position my mask. I had this piece of the costume custom made. The fancy word for it is "vizard", I learned. My vizard covered my forehead and area around both eyes and the right side of my face. Let's be real -- one side of your face always serves you better and mine is the left. Better jaw and hair line, and just better side profile in general.

The Uber arrives.

I take one last swallow of wine, grab my clutch and double check for phone, keys, cards, and cash. I triple check for the invitation to the masquerade party. There will be no getting in without it.

My heels click down the concrete path to my driveway where the Uber awaits. I hop in back of the crimson colored Mazda.

"Elliston Heights, please."

"Ahh, I should have known from your evening attire that you'd be going to the exclusive masquerade ball." It sounded like Mr. Uber had a bit of a tone.

Every year there was a masquerade ball around Halloween and every year it was held at Elliston Heights. It was a massive family owned estate with an auditorium, ballroom, and sprawling grounds. For a certain price, or a certain person, it was sometimes rented out for weddings or other formal events.

We drive through the iron gates which are open tonight and we pull up in front of this mansion from another century. A gentleman wearing a suit and a black mask over his eyes steps forth to open my door and offers me his hand. I climb out of the Uber into the cool, damp air and gaze up and the four story building.

"Your invitation please, Miss?"

I hand him my paper invitation. He reviews it carefully and provides me with a small ticket. They don't keep a list or keep names here. It is an underground type of event if you will, where anonymity and fantasy are the mail goal. I'd never personally known anyone who had been invited. It seemed to be reserved for a very particular group of individuals. It was major hush-hush vibes and no one who attended ever talked about it. So imagine my surprise when an invitation turned up in my gym locker three weeks ago.

Certainly, I paused for thought upon receipt of it. Is this for me? Maybe it was meant for someone else? But hey, the instructions said to show up in disguise and not reveal your name. So even if it was meant for somebody else, who would ever know? I loved Halloween but was completely unable to bear the thought of going to one of the regular old haunts and running into Declan and his new girlfriend.

The well-dressed gentleman opens a door about three times taller than me, revealing a dimly lit hallway.

"Madam, this way." He gestures for me to follow him down the hall where he opens another door only twice as tall as me this time. The big space is also sparingly lit, save for the glow of intentionally placed candles and soft amber lighting. Music comes from a piano and a woman with a sultry voice sits on it singing a song I don't recognize from any billboard top ten.

I would say at least thirty people mull about the room, either toting glasses of champagne, or swaying on the dancefloor. There appeared to be pockets of people, maybe in groups of four or six talking, and a few lone wolves. There's a bar and servers roam the floor with appetizers and drinks. This is... different.

I made my way to the bar and ask for a gin and tonic. As I take the first sip, the music softens and a gentleman with broad shoulders and a golden shiny mask steps up to the microphone. It's the host.

"Good evening my fine friends." His voice is deep and eloquent. "Thank you for joining me for this night of delight, debauchery, and mischief. Now that our guests have all arrived, I'd like to really get the evening started. Help yourself to drink and food to your own contentment. I want you all to receive from this evening exactly what you desire. I want you to let go of inhibition and experience absolute euphoria, bliss, chaos, whatever it is that you seek! Everyone here has one thing in common: sex appeal. I don't think it's a secret that what goes on here is highly confidential and sexual in nature."

I can feel myself almost blushing as the host speaks. Where the fuck am I? I had expected I'd be coming to a sick party with a DJ, free booze and costume prizes, honestly. The masquerade ball had lore but I hadn't been anticipating all this.

He continues, "We're going to take a tour of the house offered by our house ladies."

Two scantily clad women step forward and give a Marilyn Monroe type of little wave. They are both blonde women with tits my size and teeny tiny waists. They wore leather bralettes, leather underwear and knee high leather boots.

"Upon the tour, you will be introduced to various activities, fantasies and the opportunity to engage in them, if you so wish. Let's break into groups of two and follow these beautiful ladies."

I fell in line behind blonde lady number one, who I came to know as "Bonbon".

"Come on guys. Let me take care of you. Follow me." She turns and leads us up a set of winding stairs. We arrive atop a long hallway illuminated by purple lighting that runs along the floor of the hall like a snake. She opens a door and inside is the same purple low light, and a black leather chaise lounge big enough to fit maybe four people. Bonbon leads us in and I scan the room. There's a mini bar, and a set of shelves. I spotted dildos, strap-ons, whips, nipple clamps and a ball gag just to name a few items. "You're going to encounter a lot of sexy people and sexy situations tonight. There are ten of these rooms just down the hall. I'd suggest to try and hold off long as you can. It's fun to keep the evening building. But if you need to give into desire find someone, or a group to join you in one of these rooms. You can always return to the bigger group later."

Bonbon motions for us to follow her into another one of the rooms. As we stand outside I can hear moaning. She opens the door, exposing two women rubbing oil on one another on a chaise lounge. A hush fell over the group and we watch. The one woman, a brunette, with the bigger tits and thicker thighs grabs the more petite woman positioning their pussies upon one another's. The brunette on bottom squirts oil between them and grabs the tiny one's hips, rocking them so their clits rubbed. I stand hypnotized as the two grind their pussies together. I'd only ever seen it in porn. Each of their gazes locks on the other. The one on top grabs the bottom's leg and begins grinding against it and sucking beautifully manicured toes. The brunette throws her head back rubbing her oily breasts, while she continues gyrating her hips.

One of the gentleman on the tour asks if he can remain here while the rest of the group continues the tour.

Bonbon says, "Get on your knees and ask them."

He follows her directions.

The women don't stop rubbing pussies and when he asked if he could join them, the one on top says, "You can watch while I make her pussy explode."

"Okay then, let's carry on," says Bonbon, as if she's giving us a tour of a museam and we've just seen something as basic as a collection of rocks.

We exit the room and leave Mr. Enthusiastic behind to fulfill a voyeur fantasy I guess. I have to admit my black lace was fucking wet now too. I hadn't ever been with a woman but the visual of the two bodies together and the noise of pleasure coming from each has me dripping and tingling.

Bonbon leads us to another wing of the mansion and before opening the door she turns around to face us. Her tits wanted to spill out of that leather bra for sure. One deep breath and the left nipple might actually pop out. I find myself longing for it to. I wondered if Bonbon's panties had gotten wet like mine. Maybe that's why she was wearing leather. So it wouldn't show through the material.

"That was an example of how to use one of those rooms." She gave us a wink. "I'm going to introduce you to some of our fantasy rooms. You may not like all of it and it's okay if you'd like to step out or return to a private room. Much like our eager beaver back there you can engage in the fantasy as long as you ask first, or are invited.

Bonbon pushes open the next door.

Beyond the door is a sunken lounge with a few small tables with red and purple velour couches and chairs. A full service bar runs along the back of the room and in the front is a luxurious looking small stage with heavy velvet curtains and a chrome pole and a metal chair in the centre.

"Welcome to the Velvet Underground. Get yourselves a seat and our servers will tend to you. This is an opportunity for you to get comfortable with fellow guests while also enjoying a show. I will be near the bar taking it in for myself if you need anything."

There is a low hum of music and the place smells like a sweet perfume. I take a seat in a velour chair near the stage. I notice some guests, like myself, are to themselves. They have obviously come alone. Others seem to be paired off. Perhaps they were invited as a couple or connected very early on in the evening. A masked man dressed in a suit like the other male servers brings me a gin and tonic. How very cheeky. They must take note of what you order initially. He asks if he can get me anything else. I decline and thank him for the drink.

The volume of the music increases a decibel or so and a woman slinks on to the stage. She is masked like the rest of us and wearing a red satin push up bra with crotchless red panties. Her hair is dark and about the same length as mine -- just falling over her breasts. Her skin is porcelain -- ivory and smooth. In six inch black heels she crosses the stage to the pole and swings around it a couple of times. She drops her ass to the floor exposing her plump pussy and slides it back up the pole. It's tantalizing. I glance around the room. Some guests are watching with their lips parted. I notice a couple of the men adjusting their attire seeming as though their pants are too tight. I spy a couple on a couch in the corner that appear to be teasing one another. There's a blonde woman in a red dress with her hand on her man's crotch outside his pants. She's gently stroking him.

Our entertainer comes to the front of the stage and introduces herself as Peach. Peach takes a seat on the metal chair, and cocking her legs up, starts to play with her pussy. She slides her fingers in and out with strings of juices just dripping behind. She takes her fingers inside her mouth and asks if anyone in the audience wants to taste her. I notice the guest who was just rubbing her man encouraging him to taste Peach. He hesitates.

I am shifting in my chair now. My lace panties can barely contain the juices my pussy has been pumping out. I bite my lip and feel my breath drawing short. Holy fuck. What are the chances I'm going to cum in my panties without even being physically stimulated. I want so badly to rub my clit. I cross my legs and squeeze together... Hard.

Peach must notice the longing in my eyes and asks me from the stage, "Would you like to taste my peachy pussy, beautiful?"

I feel a deep sense of panic and also excitement. The rooms spins for a moment as I search for my response. Before I can reply, a masked man makes his way to the stage and pleads to taste Peach. I am both relieved and pissed.

Peach gives me a wink before she nods and the male guest and spreads her pussy for him. It's one of the guys who has been alone. He's got red hair and though he's in a full face covering mask I notice freckles on his trembling hands so I would imagine he bears the same on his face.

He gets to his knees and holds Peaches thighs apart. He slides his tongue up between her pink lips and Peach is pleased. He's "Mmmming" as he plants his whole face into her pussy. Now here's a guy who doesn't need practice. He's got his tongue flattened against her clit with his lips pressed against her. Slurping, sucking and moaning, he circles her whole pussy and digs his face in. Peach throws her head back and I admire her slender neck. The urge to approach her and suck on her neck is overwhelming. She grabs this guy's red hair and pulls his face even further into her pussy. I can tell she's at the brink of orgasm. Her jaw goes taught and her legs start to twitch. She lets out a moan and she is convulsing against the ginger's face.

His face might be hidden but I can see that man wearing pride as he licks his lips. Peach thanks him and he takes his seat. I hadn't noticed how quiet and tense the room had become. A female guest wearing an aquamarine tight fitting dress makes her way over to sit by the ginger. I can't say I blame her.

Peach asks if anyone wants to fill her pussy with cum and says only the biggest cock will do. Without hesitation ol' Ginger makes his way to the stage. I'm not sure what Aquamarine thinks of this. Peach nods with approval and remains on the metal chair with her legs cocked. Ginger drops his pants and a tree trunk swings out and impales Peach's pussy. Peach cries out a moan and she is not disappointed. Ginger moans too. He grabs the back of the chair while he thrusts. Peach wraps her hands around his neck, climbing upon him and Ginger is seated now. I have an excellent view of Peach's big ripe ass as it bounces on the massive cock. Ginger's freckled hands grab her ass, slamming her pussy against him. Peach grinds and once again explodes into moans and cries of pure ecstasy. Ginger loses it now and spills his seed right into Peach, whimpering as he lets go of himself. There is a pool of liquid between them.

So enthralled with Peach and Ginger I hadn't even noticed Aquamarine fucking another masked man in the back on a velour sofa. I thought I was horny.

Peach and Ginger walk offstage - either to freshen up or kick off round two, who knows. Bonbon steps on to the stage, carefully treading through the, uh, lubricant, that's made its way on to the floor. She looks down and then up with a devilish grin.

"It seemed like you all enjoyed that," She smiled. "If you do not plan to engage in the stage acts but wish to engage in your own, please remember to be courteous of the other guests and find a private room. Even if just to pleasure yourself."

I look around the room and saw some folks exchange glances. I also notice Aquamarine sitting with her legs crossed like she hadn't just randomly fucked someone in the back of the room. I chuckled to myself.

Bonbon continues, "I'm going to continue on with the tour. Next up will be the Pleasure and Pain room. I can see some of you have been enjoying the Velvet Underground. Please, feel free to remain here, venture to a private room or accompany me for the BDSM portion of the tour."

Bonbon leaves the room and about half the guests follow her, Aquamarine included. Do I want to continue or remain? The gin was starting to loosen me up now. I don't know if I would have the courage to get on stage but I was about to crawl out of my skin for the women here. This was new and intriguing to me and I wanted to explore it. BDSM didn't have the same appeal in this moment. I think about the next performer and wonder if she might take me backstage to live out a fantasy. I squirm with delight at the idea. A server brings me another G and T. I am quite fine here.

The couple from the back who were previously rubbing on each other and encouraging participation with Peach, move closer to the front now and sit just to my left at another table. I watch as the guy rub his partner's leg where the split in her satin red dress is. Her blonde strands cascaded over her sun-kissed shoulders, luminous against her warm honey skin.

Two women walk onto the stage. One was a blond wearing a white lace bra and panties and introduces herself as Angela. The brunette dons a black lace bra and panties, introducing herself as Darcy. Once again the music grows louder and the two dance together. There was no invitation to the audience yet. Angela and Darcy kiss one another with passion. Darcy traces her tongue over Angela's breasts before removing her bra. Angela's tits bounce free and her nipples are hard and erect. Angela walks off the stage and directly toward me. Does she notice how hungry my eyes were for her body? She kneels before me and asked if she could see my breasts.

"Yes," I whispered breathlessly.

She pulls down the front of my corset allowing my tits to spill out and rubbed my nipples before taking each into her mouth suckling. I gasped. This was the first time I'd been touched like this by a woman. What have I been doing with my life, I wondered. Now my nipples were erect and my pussy was aching. Angela rubbed her nipples on mine and then carefully pulled my corset back up.

She whispers in my ear, "Good girl," before making her way back to Darcy.

Next thing, I feel warm breath into my left ear.

"My boyfriend and I were wondering if you'd like to join us in a private room?"

It's the woman in the red dress at the table next to me. I gaze up at her. She has piercing blue eyes beneath the half-face mask she wears. It's coated in little diamonds or gems and her eyes glinted next to them. She leans in again and in a breathy whisper, says, "Please."

Before my brain could even catch up with my body I am nodding and rising from my seated position. She takes me by the hand and then her boyfriend and leads us out of the Velvet Underground and back down the violet hued hall. Neither of us speak.

The blonde's boyfriend opens the door as she leads me in by the hand. The boyfriend finds a seat on a single wooden chair placed in the corner of the room. She and I stand in the centre, she's still holding my hand.

"Hi." She giggles.

"Hi."

"We've never done this before."

"Me either," I say quietly.

She touches my arm with her lace glove and strokes her fingers down to my other hand, clasping it as well. "All of that girl-on-girl really got my kitty purring," she whispers. "Can we play while my boyfriend watches?"

I nod.

"Is it okay if he joins in?"

I pause.

She notices my hesitation.

"Not right away. He can watch the whole time and then you can watch us if you're not comfortable with him touching you."

I'm unsure but agreeable to see where this takes us. I nod.

She agrees to check in with me first.

She leans in to kiss me. For a moment, my heart stops. Her lips are full, pillowy and feel like heaven against my own. She tastes sweet like cherries. My hands find her waist and I trace my fingers up the satin curves of her body, pulling her in closer. She combs her gloved fingers through my silky hair.

She pulls away and looks me up and down, seemingly undressing me with those icy blue eyes. "Let's get you out of this," She says. I turn around, now facing her boyfriend and she starts unlacing my corset. He's leaning back in his chair with his legs spread and looks as though he is taking deep breaths. He's enjoying himself.

The lady in red pulls down my gown and pauses. I feel her lace on my ass cheeks now caressing and then squeezing. I close my eyes and take in a little breath. She takes unclasps my bra and it falls to the floor. Her boyfriend's lips part and he shifts in his seat. Yeah baby, your girlfriend doesn't have titties like these. She circles around to my front and is wide eyed fixated on my breasts. She takes off her gloves throwing them to the floor. "May I?"

I nod.

She holds my breasts in her hands, feeling the weight of each one. She licks her lips and lowers her head taking my nipple in her mouth.

"Mmmm."

She likes them.

"Baby," she moans, "Look at these." She squeezes them and pushes them up showing me off to her boyfriend.

She goes back in for another suckle and her lips feel even better on my nipples than they did on my face. I start to imagine how they'll feel on my pussy lips and how that tongue will feel grazing my clitty. I moan.

She looks up at me and smiles. She nudges me toward the chaise lounge and sits me down. She sits down beside me and turns her back to me. "Help me with this."

I tug gently on the zipper and the satin falls away from her body exposing a red satin strapless bra.

"This too." She wiggles her shoulders.

I unclasp her bra and she turns to me revealing perky tits just a little smaller than mine and tan brown perfect nipples. I feel my mouth gaping. I take a deep breath and it catches on the exhale. She clocks that and smirks at me.

"You like?"

I nod. "I do."

She stands and lets the remainder of the satin fall to the floor. She's not wearing panties. She stands in front of me for a moment allowing me to admire her clean shaven pussy. Her pink lips are just as plump as the red ones on her face. I reach out and grab her hips pulling her close. Her pussy is right in front of my face as I am seated on the chaise. I separate her lips with my thumb and expose her swollen clit and flowing juices. A whimper escapes her mouth.

I lift my gaze to meet hers. She stares down at me, longingly, nodding. I slip my tongue in between the folds of her velvety lips. She tastes so good. What is this taste? It's like a fruit but there's a sharpness too. I use my lips and tongue and ravenously begin to devour her. She lets out a moan that only makes me squeeze her thighs tighter and lick her clit harder. I took note from ginger boy and his flat tongue technique. I slip a finger inside of her and she moans differently, deeper, and steadies herself holding on to my shoulders. I peek up and her. Her tits shake with every move she makes. Those babies are real. Her eyes shut tight and she is breathing hard. Her breasts rising and falling with every breath in and out. She looks down and me and her eyes are hungry. She gets to her knees and kisses me on this lips.

"Let me taste you," she breathes into my mouth. I lean on my elbows back across the chaise and keep my eyes on her. I don't want to miss this view. She pulls off my panties, carefully over my heels before she takes those off too. She licks my red painted toes and eyes me while doing so.

I'm captivated and must look like a dog with my tongue hanging out. I can literally feel the warm silky juices dripping down between my legs. My pussy is beyond aching now. It throbs and pulsates with desire and need. No man has ever had me in a fit like this. She straddles me briefly and I feel those plump lips on my belly. She helps herself to another mouthful of tit and kisses me all the way down, her long blonde hair trailing down behind her. She positions herself back on the floor and grabs my thighs cocking my legs back.

She gasps and bites down hard on her bottom lip. "Oooh that pretty pussy. Is your pussy ready?" she pouts her lips at me.

A moan comes from the corner and we both remember her boyfriend is in the room, glancing over at him. He's rubbing his crotch and rocking on the chair.

"Don't you dare, Deck." She says sharply. "You do not cum before us. Keep your hands off our dick."

He complies.

She sets her gaze between my legs again and I feel her hot mouth on my pussy. She digs her tongue into my pussy and pulls back with all its juices hanging on to her tongue. "I'm a thirsty girl and I want all your juice," she says.

She doesn't even need to use her hands, just her beautiful mouth and suddenly it's like a bolt of lightning goes up through my body. It doesn't take long for the first orgasm to hit me. She knows it's coming and she starts licking harder and faster. She drools all over my pussy, slurping on it and making popping sounds that drive me fucking wild. My pussy convulses against her mouth and she pulls me further in. It feels like she's trying to swallow me whole. I have no control over what even comes next. The rush of fluid out of me and a list of profanities out of my mouth. "Mmmmm I'm fucking cumming in your fucking mouth. Lick my cunt. Fucking suck it. Yes!"

I've always been a multi-cummer, and it's a good thing because she's just getting started. She sucks and slurps continuously until I cum again just moments after. I'm full-on quivering and longing to taste all her lips again.

"That's Daddy's girl," comes from the corner.

It's jarring. That voice is so familiar.

My play toy gets to her feet and walks over to her boyfriend. "Taste her, Daddy." She straddles him, sliding her pussy down from his chest to his crotch, and kisses his mouth hard. They both moan.

I had only exchanged words with blondie, not her man. In fact, I'd been so drawn into her I had barely taken note of his characteristics. I looked him over. I size up his hands on her ass and I see it -- the stupid pinky ring.

It hits me like a ton of bricks. Declan. And it all comes rushing to me at once.

"Don't you dare, Deck". DECLAN.

The familiar voice.

I had deleted him from all forms of social media and my life after he left me heartbroken. I heard he had started dating a hot blonde and crept him via social media with a friend to see it for myself. The hot blonde. The blue eyes.

Oh my God! I just got mouth fucked by my ex's girlfriend.

She gets up leaving a stain of juices all over his suit.

"It's not your turn yet, Daddy. You're a naughty ass fucker and you don't move until we tell you". She slaps him and I jump. And I'm somehow even more turned on at her mistreatment of him.

He doesn't recognize me. I had completely transformed after the weight loss, black hair and extensions, boob job, and so on. He has no idea. What a delight. I could feel my lips curling up like the grinch as I smiled when my sex kitten approached me.

"What do you think? Should we let Daddy play?"

We are both seated on the chaise lounge now, kneeling to face one another. I shake my head and take her face in my hands pulling her closer, whispering in her ear, "Not yet."

She smiles at me and nods. She gets up and saunters toward one of the shelves and returns with a bottle of oil. She motions for me to lay back on the chaise. The leather squeaks as she positions herself on top of me with the bottle of oil. She drizzles it on her tits and takes my hands in hers rubbing them against her breasts. I waste no time and opportunity here. I massage her tits wildly grabbing and shaking them. I spread the oil down her tummy and onto her thighs. She liberally spills oil on my breasts now and begins to massage. The oil from both us both start to pool on my tummy and she uses her pussy to spread it over me. She holds my hands and positions her cunt on my tits dragging it down over my belly past my thighs. She starts sliding from my navel to my thighs, back and forth, back and forth.

She spreads my legs open and positions her plump fucking pussy right on to mine. We stare at one another in ecstasy. Feeling her fat clit on mine sent me into a spiral I never knew could exist, every nerve ending lighting up in my body. Holding one of my legs and grabbing one of my breasts to steady herself, she began sliding her slippery pussy in circular motions upon mine. I follow her rhythm as we rock and slide together. The tingling starts in my pussy and spreads throughout my entire body.

"Your pussy makes my pussy feel so good baby. His cock could never!" She cried.

"Yeah baby, you love my pussy don't you? Are you gonna cum on my pussy?" I tried to take on another character with my voice now knowing that Declan was in the room.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned as she stared into my eyes with her mouth wide open.

"Rub that clit on me my sweet, slutty pussy cat."

This last comment seemed to push her over the edge. She was sliding and grinding furiously. "Yes! Fuck my clit! Shake those fucking tits!" She took my nipples in her fingers and squeezed - HARD. Both moaning, panting and then crying out when the ultimate orgasm lit both of us up in unison. We convulsed into one another until she collapsed on top of me, trembling in each other's grasp.

Declan approaches us and blondie gets to her knees, pulls him closer and kisses him. "Kiss our new friend, Deck."

I go for it. I climb on to my knees and stick my tongue in Declan's mouth. There is no indication he recognizes me. It must be my lip filler and the taste of his girlfriend on my mouth that aids in my disguise.

I'm overcome with emotion. It all comes crashing back -- the hurt, the heartbreak, and the familiarity of someone I once loved. My head starts spinning. I love knowing that I fucked his new girlfriend in front of him. But do I want to fuck HIM?

I take in the situation unfolding before me. Blondie strips off Declan's pants and starts sucking his unimpressive sized cock. Declan can barely get control of himself and it looks like he is going start spilling his load into her mouth. Pathetic. He reaches out for a handful of my tits and the look of pleasure and disbelief on his face turns my stomach.

Blondie finally comes up for air and says to me, "Would you like to fuck my boyfriend?"

I beckon her closer, smiling, and I whisper to her, my lips grazing on her ear.

She looks at me with absolute delight.

"He will do what I say. Won't you, Decky?"

Blondie puts takes off Declan's tie and wraps it around his head covering his eyes. "Get on your knees, pussy boy!" She demands. He follows her instructions and gets on his hands and knees on the chaise lounge. Blondie makes her way to the shelf and returns with a strap-on that's much bigger than Declan's little man. She straps it on to me and suddenly I am swinging ten inches of power.

Blondie falls to her knees and takes the whole thing in her mouth. Holy fuck -- that's remarkable. She pushes me to the wooden chair and climbs on my new dick while Declan is crouched on the chaise.

She grinds against me, working that ten inches well inside of her. As our bodies press together again she kisses my face and neck. She breathes hard on me. I hold her ass and help her grind harder while thrusting deeper into her.

She stares into my eyes and says, "God, you fuck me so much better than him!"

I whisper to her, "Take my big cock. It's so much bigger than his."

I suck and nibble her nipples and her moans turn into cries before she lets go all over my massive cock. We paw at one another's bodies while her pussy spasms and she drips all over me.

We rise from the chair and walk toward Declan, hand-in-hand.

I spread his ass cheeks. His girlfriend asks him if he wants Dick in his ass and he says, "Yes please."

I'm a little out of my league here as I have never fucked anyone in the ass before, but I am not really worried about impressing Declan. Blondie lays on her back and Declan licks her pussy. Poor girl -- he's so fucking shit at eating pussy. She looks less than enthralled and almost appears impatient like she's rolling her eyes during his performance. I giggle inside.

I hold my new dick in my hand, positioning myself behind Declan's asshole. I'm not a bitch about it. I'm not going to tear into him with no regard as, from what I can gather, I am taking his ass fucking virginity. I'm gentle with the initial entrance. I'm already well lubricated from his girlfriend but to be kind I help him out with some massage oil on the tip. He whimpers. I Delight! A couple of smaller strokes and I get going now. Pump, pump, pump, and biiig long thrust. He whimpers again, "Oh yes." Oh my God, he likes it?! I didn't actually want to pleasure this asshole's asshole but yet the thought of ass fucking him tickles my fancy.

I'm distracted from my mixed emotions when Blondie straddles Declan's back, facing me. He didn't even make her cum. She rolled out from beneath him and came back to play with my tits and kiss me.

Declan calls out for his girlfriend to suck his dick -- pleads for it really. She rolls her eyes. I pull my dick out of Decky and lay blondie on the bed. She squeals with delight while I burry my face into her velvet lips yet again. I use my lips, my tongue and two fingers. She gets there quickly. Declan finishes himself on the bed beside us and its unpleasant to say the least.

God I hate him. Honestly, I don't know who I feel worse for, him or her? On the one hand he will never be able to satisfy her. On the other hand, she seems to thoroughly enjoy humiliating him and I do like that for her.

Declan rolls over to Blondie and starts kissing and caressing her. That's my cue to leave. I pull the black mass of fabric over my body and lace myself up. The multi-orgasm glow has faded fast and I'd like a gin and tonic to go, perhaps. Maybe even a cigarette. Perhaps a Lysol wipe for my hands having come that close to Declan's asshole.

"Don't leave yet." Blondie reaches for me. I hear you, sis. I hear you.

"Got to babe." I say with more nonchalance than I intend to. I have to double check to ensure I'm not still wearing that dick.

"Can I at least get your number?" Blondie asks me with a hopeful disposition.

I ponder it. Do I leave well enough alone? Nah. I want Declan to know I had the last laugh. I save my number in her phone under my real name. Upon receiving such a text I will absolutely block her. I just hope Decky puts the pieces together eventually.

I saunter out of the room and find the winding stair case. It feels like there's an extra breath of fresh air in my lungs, or I've grown an extra inch. Whatever the change, I am leaving this place different than I arrived. Before I can reach the bottom of the staircase, I meet a server with a tray of drinks. I smile and take the G and T. What are the odds? I make my way through the ballroom and to grand doors, contacting an Uber on my way. There's much less activity here now and hardly a soul to be seen.

I step out into the night air. It's gotten cooler and I can see my breath. "Madam." The Doorman gives me a nod.

I take a deep breath and get my bearings. I notice my nipples poking through the fabric. Christ. I've forgotten my bra in my haste. Oh well, a parting gift for Blondie. I'm like a modern day Cinderella.

Off to the right, leaning up against a light post, there's a dark haired woman in a purple gown smoking a cigarette. I make my way over to her while I wait on my Uber.

My heels click as I cross the pavement toward her. "Hey, do you happen to have an extra cigarette?"

Happy Halloween.