Sisterhood of Sin -- 29 -- Unmasked - Sex Stories

Sisterhood of Sin -- 29 -- Unmasked

... out until I say, "more". Marta is licking me and the sight urges Dan on until he comes down my throat. He pulls his cock out and leaves a little trail of cum on my mask. He sucks in a nipple and gently plays with the other. Marta steps up the pressure on my clit and picks just the right moment to suck hard on it. I come as her face rides my bucking hips. When my orgasm wanes, I pull away from her and then reverse so I can kiss her face. We're both up on our knees facing each other. Dan comes in to kiss my face and soon we are all swapping kisses with each other. I bring my hand in to Marta's pubic nest and discover that she has a large clit, easily the largest that I've touched. She moans appreciably as I begin to jack it. I drop my face down to one nipple and Dan drops his to the other. Marta comes in shudders of ecstasy and hugs us both. We drop to the bed with her between us. "You never told me she's a redhead, Cathy." "She wasn't, until this morning, except down below. She says this is close to her natural color. I intend to keep her around long enough to find out. Let's have a drink while I tell you a story." I get up to get the flasks, mine from my trenchcoat and his from his luggage. "Okay, but I'm dying to know why you decided to let me see you in your mask." "That's part of the story..." The beginning of the end of Cate Blanc occurred as we were on our way back to the hotel after trading Kevin away and liberating Oliver to marry Terri. I was looking forward ...

... to unraveling the mystery of Marta, but I had to call Kyra to report our results. That's when I learned that the shit had hit the fan. That's not as bad as the end of the world as we know it, but it was the beginning of the end of Cate Blanc. "Celine called, Cath. The Knights are all buzzing about a photo on the Internet. Some woman is blogging about you and she got a picture of you in your mask. I linked it in email." "I'm pulling it up now. Aw crap. I know who did this. She's a friend of Terri, the woman we just recruited. I'm pretty sure she's just one of those nosy, thoughtless Internet gossip types." I show the blog entry to Marta. It's just a blogspot page but I recognize the background in the grainy photo. It's from the Sapphire Club in Minneapolis. All of the Sapphire Clubs have a strict policy against taking photos, but I make a mental note to see about having the camera-phones of guests held during their visits. It must have been a cell phone camera or something even sneakier. The caption under the photo is, "Is this the real LastWife/Catherine White/Cate Blanc?" The article goes on to say that the masked woman was 'accompanied by a masked amazon who could easily intimidate a granite boulder'. She confirmed that I drink a smokey whiskey and look as if I listen to my personal trainer. She explained that I met with the author's mysteriously pregnant friend in a 'lesbian clubhouse' to discuss her marital problems. Now the friend won't talk to the author, but her ...