The Masked Menage, an Erotic Novel (First Time Taboo Agency Book 2)

by Lulu Cherry

  "I've got a business trip," he said. "I told you about it last month, remember?"

  I rolled my eyes.

  Daddy always planned everything so far in advance. If only he could be a little more spontaneous sometimes. That was just who he was.

  "Well, now that your here, give your old man a hug before he leaves," he said.

  I gave Daddy a long look. I stared into those beautiful blue eyes of his. This would be the last time I'd see him and still be his little girl.

  After all, I planned to lose my virginity that very night to the man in the shadows. I would no longer be Daddy's small angel. I'd be a full grown woman.

  When my arms crept around Daddy, I held him harder than I usually did. I snuggled in close to him, in a way I hadn't done in a long time.

  It had always felt so good to be in his arms. He had always made me feel safer and more secure than anyone else. He was my Daddy.

  I let out a deep satisfied sigh. Then looking up, I smooched him on the cheek. I kissed him almost passionately.

  I lingered.

  I suddenly felt so much nostalgia. I couldn't even let go. And for a moment, as wicked as it was, I actually felt an attraction I shouldn't have even felt. And it was intense.

  There'd been a time when we'd been so close, when we'd done everything together. Daddy had once been like my very best friend. But now it all seemed so long ago.

  And I would be saying goodbye to all that tonight forever. Did I really want to? Or was there something else that I wanted?

  Daddy cleared his throat. My lips still lingered on him. He ever so gently plied himself away from me. He looked at me and softly smiled.

  "What's gotten into you?" He said.

  "I love you, Daddy, that's all," I said. "Have a nice trip."

  "I'll be back soon," he said.

  He winked at me. Then he headed out the door.

  As soon as he was gone, I shrugged off the whole incident. It had been a bit too weird.

  I went up to my room and began to get ready for the evening. I took a long hot shower. I prettied myself up. I wasn't very good at it, because I usually didn't bother.

  But one thing was for sure, I would not be hiding my hair with a bunch of pins tonight. I was going to wear it long and over my shoulders.

  At last, I put on my new dress and mask. I looked in the mirror. I was surprised by what I saw. I actually looked ravishing.

  I especially liked the mysterious look that the black lace mask gave me.

  Now, all I had to do was wait, and it was such an anxious wait. I tried to read but I couldn't concentrate at all. Would the man in the shadows be there, at the estate of Roland Hawthorne?

  He had to be. And he was going to take my virginity. I just knew it.

  Finally, it was time.

  I went out the door, got in my car, and drove to the estate of Roland Hawthorne. As I neared the estate I looked out at all the other beautiful mansions that lined the street.

  Looking at all the other tall walls a thought occurred to me. In order to get onto the estate, I'd have to go through the guardhouse. But I wasn't an invited guest!

  So how was I supposed to get in?

  I remembered what the old woman had told me. She'd said, "do whatever it takes to get in."

  What had she meant by that?

  I arrived at the house early. It was 8:55 p.m. when I arrived. I pulled my car over and waited. I hoped no patrol car would come by and spot me. Luckily none did.

  At 9:10 I pulled back out on to the road. I timed my arrival at the guardhouse for exactly 9:13, just as it had been written on the card.

  I drove up to the gate. I stopped my car. No one came out to meet me at first.

  I noticed that a new guard had just come on shift. He was a boy, my age, perhaps nineteen or twenty. I was sure he was a college kid, and this was just a part-time job for him.

  The previous guard, an old man, hobbled away toward the mansion, which I could see distantly up the shadowy driveway.

  The boy came over to my car. I lowered the driver's side window. Now what?

  The boy had freckles. He had a kind of all American goody-two-shoes look. Perfect teeth and a wide smile. He was so clean cut. I imagined he smelled like soap.

  Did I mention he was fairly buff?

  "Hello, ma'am," he said. "May I have your invitation please?"

  "Invitation?" I whispered.

  "You're a bit late, ma'am," he said, offhandedly. "Most the others arrived quite some time ago."

  "They did?" I said.

  "I just need to see your invitation," he said. "Then on you go."

  I gripped the steering wheel hard. What was I supposed to do? If he turned me back now, I'd never meet the man in the shadows.

  "Well, you see, that's just it," I said. "I kind of misplaced my...um...invitation. That's why I'm late."

  The boy didn't say anything at first. He just looked at me, studying my face. Then his eyes traveled down to my breasts. They lingered there for a minute.

  "I see," he said. "Well, we do have a procedure for cases just like this."

  "You do?" I said, hopefully.

  "Uh-huh," he said. "Just move your car up a bit, and pull it over just past the gatehouse."

  I nodded to him. What did he have in mind? What was this procedure?

  I drove the car just past the guard house and pulled it over under the shadows of some tall trees. I got out. The boy walked over to me.

  He stood there looking at me. His eyes went up and down my figure. After which, his eyes briefly met mine. He smiled awkwardly at me.

  "I guess you know the procedure?" he said.

  I didn't say anything.

  He fumbled in his pocket. He pulled out two paper packages. They were unmistakably condoms.

  "Which do you like, cherry red or minty blue?" He asked.

  Chapter 12

  "Cherry red," I said.

  "I should have guessed," he said.

  The odd thing was this. I wanted to do it. If you'd asked me just an hour earlier if I'd wanted to give some random boy a blowjob, I'd have said, no.

  But now, here, confronted with the situation, I suddenly felt incredibly excited. I actually wanted to give this college kid a blowjob.

  I couldn't wait to do it. What was happening to me? I had no idea, but I liked it.

  The boy was so casual about it. How many times had he done this before? He'd said it was the procedure. Maybe it was.

  Just like that he reached down to his pants. He undid his belt buckle, unsnapped his fastener, and then lowered them.

  His cock sprang right out, hardening instantly!

  He was excited. In other words, I excited him. Me. I did that. I suddenly felt thrilled. This was going to be fun!

  He stood there with his hard cock looking at me. Just waiting. I cleared my throat.

  "Um, the condom," I said.

  "Oh, right," he laughed. "Almost forgot. Sorry."

  Shit, he was so innocently cute. And his cock wasn't bad either. It wasn't terribly big, but it drew my attention in, like a magnet. I wanted to touch it!

  The truth was, I'd never seen a cock before. Sure, on the Internet in pictures and videos. But never like this.

  His hand was out. In it, he held the packaged condom. I realized I was supposed to do the honors. That was fine by me.

  First, very carefully, I pulled up my dress. Next, I got down on my knees right in front of him. His pecker looked so cute I wanted to pet it!

  I tore open the condom. I pulled it out. I studied it for a moment to figure out which way to unroll it. Then I placed it right on the tip of his penis.

  Very slowly, I unrolled it. As I did so, I could feel his hard, hot flesh right beneath my fingertips. So this was how a cock felt. I began to breathe heavier.

  Once I'd unrolled the condom all the way to the base of his shaft, I slowly traced my fingers back. The boy actually shivered as I did so.

  I realized he was going to come fast. Shit, as s
oon as I put my lips on him from the looks of it. He was so excited!

  But I didn't even want the experience to end that fast. So I decided to take my time. I wanted to draw this out as long as I could.

  I got his cock between the fingertips of both my index finger and my thumb. I slowly traced my fingertips back and forth over his penis.

  "Oh, Jesus," he gasped. "You're so goddam pretty. Oh, Jesus."

  With just my two fingertips I continued to trace around his cock. I explored it. What a wonderful object, I thought. Even as small as it was, it was much better than that dildo I had bought!

  I thought to myself, I'd take a live pecker any day, even if was smaller. I mean, his cock actually throbbed as I touched it!

  "Oh, baby!" He said. "What are you doing? Jesus."

  "It's pretty," I said.

  "My cock?" He muttered.

  "Yeah," I said.

  "Oh, God," he said. "You're so nice."

  Then on impulse, with my lips all puckered up, I gave the very tip of his cock a smooch.

  "Goddamit!" He gasped. "What are you doing?"

  "This is the procedure, isn't it?" I teased him.

  "Yeah, but, but...oh, Jesus!"

  I smooched his cock again. But this time, I let my lips linger at the head of his cock. I just held them there. I wanted him to look down and see my sexy lips right on the tip of his cock.

  That was exactly what he did. He nearly fell backward in delight. He had to lay a hand on my nearby car for support.

  "You're the best, baby, the best," he said.

  Had I always possessed this much power? Were all men this tame and easy?

  Ever so slowly, I took the entire bulbous head of his cock into my mouth. I tucked my tongue right up underneath it. I sucked on it as if it were candy.

  Mmmm. And you know what? It did taste like cherry. It was so lovely. I could have just let my lips linger there all day!

  "Fuck, fuck!" he said. "Oh, suck me, baby. Suck me, please!"

  Oh, the poor thing. He so wanted to come. I almost felt bad for him then.

  And I thought, maybe I should hurry things along. No matter how fun this was, this wasn't even my main destination tonight. I had a date with the man in the shadows.

  I pressed my mouth onto the boy's cock. I slowly let my lips trace over it. I tucked my tongue up, tight under his shaft. And, then, all of his cock slipped right into my mouth.

  Finally, I sucked on it, hard. Mm, it felt so good to suck on that cock!

  "Ah, shit!" he cried.

  I pulled back, my lips again tracing over his cock. Then, once again I devoured it. And once again I sucked, even harder than before.

  "I'm gonna come, baby, I'm gonna come!" He gasped.

  Out I pulled my lips, then yet again I swallowed up his cock. I sucked, and this time as I did so, I let my tongue slosh under his cock.

  Then I could feel it!

  Spurts of cum blasted into my mouth. It was quite a load. Now I regretted the condom. I actually found myself wanting to swallow this boy's cum!

  The boy just stood there weak on his legs.

  "Oh, God, that was incredible. Jesus," he said. "You're gonna be a hit at this party, that's for sure."

  He was still gasping for breath. His cock slipped out of my mouth. It's size faded fast. Soon it was so tiny!

  But I thought to myself, I've just blown off a college boy. It was such a curious feeling. I realized I actually felt a sense of pride.

  "I'm glad you liked it," I said.

  "Oh, fuck, you're the best," he said.

  We both noticed another car driving up to the guardhouse then.

  "Oh, shit!" He said. "I've got to go. Enjoy the party."

  I left him fumbling with his cock and his clothes. I got back into my car. I started the engine. I pulled back onto the long driveway.

  The boy had said I'd be a hit at the party. Exactly what kind of party was this? And why had I been told to wear a mask?

  Chapter 13

  Halfway up the long shadowy driveway, I stopped my car. I adjusted the rearview mirror.

  I adjusted my mask and quickly fixed my lipstick, which had been smeared when I gave the boy a blowjob.

  I then continued driving up to the mansion. From outside it looked quiet and subdued. I didn't see any cars at all, but perhaps they'd been parked behind the mansion.

  The driveway ended in a horseshoe, where it circled past the front entrance. There, I could see two young doormen.

  Each wore a bow tie but no shirt. They had chiseled chests that gleamed in the night.

  I drove forward and stopped in front of them. I got out of the car. One of them instantly approached me. When he elegantly bowed, including a hand wave, I nearly jumped back.

  "Good evening, miss," he said. "May I have the honor of parking your car?"

  I simply stared at him for a moment. He had a pretty boy face. His chest was worth sighing over.

  I put out my keys for him to take. He took them, brushing his fingertips across mine as he did so.

  I then watched as this beautiful specimen of man took my keys, got into my car, and then drove it to someplace behind the mansion.

  I turned and looked at the other valet. He could have been the first's twin brother. He bowed to me just as the other doorman had.

  "I'm sorry, miss, but we stopped announcing new visitors about an hour ago. You are a bit late. The party is in full swing now. Still, I can try to announce you over the music and...um...conversation."

  I waved my hand at him.

  "I think I'd rather sneak in if that's alright," I said.

  "As you wish," he said.

  He led me up a short, wide flight of regal steps. He then pulled open one of the massive front doors. He bowed and waited for me to pass him.

  From my vantage point, I could not yet see into the house. I could though hear live music playing from the inside. It was jazzy and yet classical, subdued and yet sensual.

  I stood there, hesitant. What was I about to do?

  The doorman sensing my hesitation, tried to encourage me.

  "If I might say so, miss," said the doorman, "you do look ravishing this evening. You're sure to catch the Baron's attention. Best of luck to you."

  The Baron? Who was the Baron? What did he mean?