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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 ...