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

by Lulu Cherry

  "She got the Marquis off. I can't imagine it. Everyone knows he doesn't like girls!"

  I didn't care about any of these people. Who were they to me? What had I been thinking coming here?

  That foolish old lady at the First Time Taboo Agency! Why had I even gone there? I knew now who had to be my first. Only I also knew now that it was utterly impossible.

  I could never ever tell Daddy how I felt. He was the most squeaky clean person I knew. My attraction was something he would never understand.

  Maybe I could become a nun.

  Oh, but this party. What had it done to me? I still felt turned on in some many ways. I could never be a nun.

  I was so tired of being a virgin! What was I going to do?

  Pushing her way through the crowd came Cherry, her red hair flying behind her. She cast an evil glance at the Marquis.

  "What did you do?" She said. "You didn't spoil her, did you?"

  "She spoiled me," he said.

  "You naughty man!" She said, wagging a finger. "I told you she's for the Baron."

  "For the Baron?" The Marquis said. "Have you asked Tulip about that?"

  "Oh, don't be so jealous. You know everyone wants the Baron!" She said.

  Cherry cast a mean look at the Marquis. She grabbed my hand.

  "Come on sweet child, I shall introduce you to the Baron," she said.

  "I'm nineteen!" I said.

  Cherry rolled her eyes. She then began to pull me through the crowd.

  The Marquis called after Cherry.

  "You'd better ask her just who she wants to do the honors! Ask her about the man in the shadows!" He yelled.

  Cherry didn't even look back. She just pulled me along. We cut through dancers on the ballroom floor.

  "What's he talking about?" Said Cherry. "Whose the man in the shadows?"

  "He's the one I'm supposed to lose my virginity to," I said.

  Cherry stopped short in the middle of the dance floor. She looked directly at me.

  "What are you talking about?"

  "It's a dream I keep having. It's why I came here," I said. "Only I think it was a mistake."

  "I have no idea what you're talking about," Cherry said.

  Then I decided I'd had enough of this. Why did I even have to explain myself to this person?

  "Fuck!" I said. "I don't even know you."

  I started to blink back tears. People dancing by looked at us, many of them whispering.

  "Nobody knows anyone here," Cherry said and shrugged. "That's why we've all got on masks. That's the whole point."

  "But you don't understand, I was looking for the man in the shadows," I said.

  "Oh, you poor dear, you're coming apart," said Cherry. "Come here."

  She pulled me and held me. It was a warm, tender hug. I hadn't been hugged by anyone like that since my mother had died.

  I started to genuinely cry then.

  "Oh, good God, we're here to have sex, not cry, darling. Come one," Cherry said.

  She then led me to another corner of the room. Here, too, were couples and threesomes having sex. This time I turned my eyes away from them.

  We sat down on a sofa. Cherry put an arm around me. She held me in close.

  "You know, you could always lose your virginity to me," she cooed. "If you wanted."

  "How would that work?" I said, darkly curious.

  "Oh, there are so many ways," she teased.

  She placed a kiss on top of my head.

  "Go on, tell me about your man in the shadows," she said.

  "It's a dream I keep having," I said. "Every night, he comes into my bedroom, and he fucks me. And it's so incredible."

  Cherry smiled and mussed my hair.

  "I wanna have dreams like you, kid," she said.

  "Anyway, one of my friends told me to go to the First Time Taboo Agency," I said.

  "The what?"

  "The First Time Taboo Agency," I said.

  "What the fuck is that?" Cherry asked. "Why have I never heard of it?"

  I shook my head.

  "It doesn't matter," I said. "It's just that they told me to come here. They said that if I did, I would find him."

  "Who?" Cherry asked incredulously.

  "The man in the shadows!" I said, exasperated.

  "But, darling, the man in the shadows could be absolutely anyone," she said. "He could be anyone you want. It's just a dream you have."

  "No," I said shaking my head. "You don't understand. The man in the shadows isn't anyone. He's my step-father."

  Cherry stopped cold, stunned by my revelation. She then reached a hand under my chin. She pulled my face up. She smiled at me tenderly.

  Then she leaned in, and slowly kissed me on the lips.

  "You're so sweet, Tulip," she said.

  "I need to go home, I think," I said.

  "But it's so sweet," she said. "Don't you think? To be in love with your step-father."

  "It's grotesque," I said.

  Cherry only shrugged.

  "I wish I could adopt you. Then I'd be like your step-mother. Then we could... " She stopped. "Oh, well, never mind that..."

  God, she was strange!

  "But look," Cherry said. "No one will ever force you to do anything here. It's the fundamental commandment of the party. Thou shalt never coerce."

  "I see," I said.

  "So you're perfectly safe here. No one would dare to make you do anything you didn't wish to do yourself," Cherry said.

  "Okay," I said.

  "So why don't you let me introduce you to the Baron. You never know, feelings are a strange thing, you might just decide you like him."

  "Who is he?" I asked.

  "Only the most exquisite man at the party," she said. "He comes every year. He always chooses just one girl to sleep with. He takes her to one of the bedrooms upstairs. Fucks the life out of her. And then he goes home."

  "What?" I said. "It sounds kind of creepy."

  Cherry blinked.

  "Putting aside the fact that creepy is good," she said, "you have no idea what you are talking about. The Baron is, well, probably the greatest lover that ever lived. His skill is, shall we say, legendary."

  I thought about this.

  "You could never have a better man to give your virginity to," she said. "Tender, kind, a naturally skilled lover. Truly wonderful."

  Cherry's voice went to a whisper.

  "He chose you once, didn't he?" I said.

  She smiled at me.

  "He only chooses one girl per year, and never the same girl. I was the first one he chose, the first time he came to this party," she said wistfully. "I guess in a way, I still haven't gotten over him."

  "But aren't you jealous, then," I said. "Of the other women he chooses?"

  Cherry rubbed my shoulder. She leaned her head down so it fell on me.

  "Maybe. I don't really know," she said. "But I like you so much, Tulip. You remind me of myself. I'd like it if he chose you," she said. "I guess I can't really explain it."

  "I see," I said.

  "So what do you think? Do you want me to introduce him to you?" She said.

  "I'm not promising anything," I said.

  "No, of course not," Cherry said. "Whatever happens is entirely up to you."

  "Okay," I said, feeling better. "Let's meet him!"

  Chapter 23

  Cherry stood up excited. She extended an arm for me to take. I stood up and took it.

  Then she began to lead me once again across the ballroom. She kept her eyes alert for the Baron.

  As was usual in this strange place, sex was everywhere. If it were possible, I was actually becoming accustomed to it.

  I did now see something I had not yet seen. On the side of the room we now approached were long tables of refreshments.

  But these were refreshments like none I'd ever come across before.

  The first thing I noticed was the ice sculptures that decorated each table. Such peculiar and erotic sculptures, all Asian in fl
avor.

  Each and every one of them featured a tiny and voluptuous woman fucked by a lithe and sinewy man.

  The man's penis defied all sense of proportion. Yet somehow it always fit into those tiny women's cunts.

  No two of the positions of these ice sculptures were the same. Moving my eyes from sculpture to sculpture was like paging through a 3D copy of the Kama Sutra.

  In one case a man lay on a bed face up. Half his body seemed to drip from the bed so that his shoulders were on the floor. His massive cock, however, stuck high into the air.

  One of the tiny women mounted it, her legs close together, her ass sliding across the man's pelvis.

  In another sculpture the man was simply on a stool of some sort. The woman had mounted him, her legs wrapping around him. She leaned into him while he sucked her breasts.

  In yet one more sculpture a woman had the back of her shoulders on the floor. Her back went straight upward into the air.

  But her legs fell backwards, yoga-like, over her shoulder and head and revealed her full round ass. From this position a man stood over her and stuck his giant cock into her tiny cunt.

  And on and on it went. So many various positions. And I hadn't done a single one of them. I'd never had a man's penis in my virgin pussy.

  And if I was going to stay true to my heart, maybe I never would. Because it was truly my daddy that I wanted. Something I would never be able to tell him.

  What of this Baron? I didn't care how sexy he was, or even if he chose me for his once a year special fuck, he wouldn't be my daddy.

  I tried to look away from the ice sculptures. All they did was remind me of just what I couldn't have.

  But even the refreshments were designed to elicit desire. The food items had been carefully shaped to suggest something sexual.

  In one location there were small plates, each with two oysters and a carrot stick that formed a cock with a pair of balls.

  There were avocados that had been cut in half. Their pits had been removed and replaced with a banana. They'd then been cut to vaguely resemble a cock slipping into a vagina.

  Nothing was served that couldn't be served in a lewd manner.

  There were plates of chocolates. Some of these were shaped like breasts. Others were shaped like hard cocks.

  What substantial food was available looked mostly to be Indian food. Spicy curries served in suggestive bowls. Sweet smelling bread shaped obscenely.

  "Are you thirsty?" Cherry asked me.

  There were glasses of what looked like champaign. These glasses were shaped like cocks, so one had to drink from penises.

  "I'm tripping out enough already. The last thing I need is alcohol," I said.

  "Smart," she said. "Or not. But here try this."

  She picked up a glass in the shape of a voluptuous woman. It contained a deep red clear soda. Stuffed in it was an orange slice wrapped around a cherry.

  "Is this a virgin Mary?" I said sardonically.

  "It's a Sweet Vernal Pure," She said. "And that's how you come across to me."

  "I'm—"

  "You're nineteen," Cherry said. "Yes, I know, you've told me already. Anyway, none of the drinks have alcohol. None's allowed at the party. Only sex!"

  That made me laugh.

  I sipped at the drink. Its taste was exquisite. As I continued to sip I heard a noise under the table. Stepping back just a little I glanced down.

  Fuck! Even under the refreshments table, there was a couple going at it. Oh, and what they had done with the food!

  "There he is. Come on!" Cherry suddenly said.

  She grabbed my hand and led me toward some wide tall glass doors. The doors looked to let out on to a wide outdoor patio. Near them stood a tall handsome gentleman.

  He wore a suit of black velvet. His hair was swept back and glossy. Perhaps he'd used gel. He looked tall and well built.

  His mask covered the entire upper half of his face. It was as black as ink and across it were fractal lines of silver. It made me think of moonless midnight skies and fractured souls.

  Around him milled what I could only see as groupies. So many people trying to get near him for a word or two. It was almost as if he were holding court!

  I could tell he must have been a party favorite. And he wasn't even engaging in sex!

  Cherry got us nearer. And we milled around with the rest of the Baron's groupies until at last, we could get near him.

  The Baron stopped short when he saw Cherry. His attraction to her was unmistakable. Mask or no mask, he knew exactly who she was.

  "Oh, mon cheri, I look so forward to seeing you each year," he said.

  He brought Cherry's hand up to his lips, and when he kissed the back of her hand, his lips lingered. And you could see the regret he felt as he let go.

  "I have a fresh face for you to meet, Baron," she said. "We've christened her Tulip."

  "Well, her name precedes her. I've had half a dozen people tell me of her deeds already," he said. "The Marquis. Indeed, that's quite a line to add to one's resume of promiscuity."

  Then I stepped from behind Cherry. The Baron reached out and took my hand. He held it to his lips and he kissed it.

  And then something happened.

  He held my hand there far longer than he should have. He gazed so intently at my hand that it became very awkward. What was it he saw there?

  Then when he lowered my hand, he looked into my eyes. Oh, those brilliant blue eyes of his. I knew those eyes.

  And today, they were alive with shock.

  Neither of us moved. Neither of us breathed.

  "A business trip? This is your business trip?" I said. "You fucking asshole!"

  I tore my hand away from his. Panicked I ran for the nearby door that led out to the wide outdoor patio.

  Once outside, I found a banister and grabbed it for support. I could barely breathe. How could it be? It was impossible.

  My daddy was the Baron.

  Chapter 24

  I gazed out into the darkness. Tears filled my eyes. My whole world had been turned upside down.