by Lulu Cherry
My daddy was sweet. He was the sweetest man in the world. Not some secret sexual pervert attending parties like this.
Oh, God, all those times he'd lied to me. When had it begun? When had he started coming to parties like this? Was it since my mother had died?
I felt faint. I felt like I could throw up. I felt my whole world reeling.
"Fuck," I said.
What was I going to do?
I heard someone walk up behind me.
"Fuck off," I said. "Just fuck off."
In a low whisper, I heard my name, "Molly."
Oh, shit, it was him. It was Daddy.
"Don't say my name here," I growled. "Not in this place. You call me that again, and I'll tell everyone at this goddam party of perverts who you really are."
"You don't think they already know?" He said. "These masks aren't much different from security blankets. They're simply a license to pretend, that's all."
He came and stood next to me. He put his hands on the banister. God, I so loved this man. But right now, I so hated him.
"Come on," he said. "I'll take you home. We'll talk about it. We'll work this out."
"Work it out? This?" I said. "At least I never lied to you about anything. At least I never pretended to be anything other than what I've been. But you, coming here? To a place like this? I thought you were my fucking father."
"Knock it off, kid," he said. "It's time you grew up. It's not like I don't know..."
His voice trailed off.
"Know what? About the big dildo under my bed? That I masturbate every night after dreaming about you?" I nearly screamed. "Come on, Daddy, tell me what it is you know. Have you been searching my room when I'm not there?"
Daddy cleared his throat.
"Calm down," he said.
"What do you know Daddy? No wonder I dream about you standing in my doorway at night," I said in a fit of fury. "Maybe it's not even a dream. Maybe you're a kind of perverted stalker. Do you jerk off to me too, Daddy?"
"I don't even know what you're talking about. I'd never do something like that," he said. "Look, I've always just tried to be the best father I could be to you. But that doesn't mean I don't have my own needs, my own private life."
He tried to put his hand on my arm. I pulled myself away from him.
"It doesn't matter," I said. "Just leave me alone."
"Let me take you home," He said, again.
"Don't you get it," I said. "That's not my home anymore. And you're not my daddy, anymore. Not after this. You're just...just...just some man I never really knew. A stranger."
"That's not true," he said. "And you know it's not true. You're upset. That's all."
Again, he tried to reach out to touch me. For a moment I let him. I let him rest his hand on my arm.
It was that reassuring touch he'd given me a thousand times before on occasions of duress.
God, how he'd helped me.
When mom had died, I'd been a disaster. He'd been my anchor. If he hadn't been there I'd have totally disintegrated.
And yet now, I couldn't deal with him. I pulled my arm away from his hand.
"I'm not going back home!" I said, vehemently. "I want you to stay away from me. Go. Go back to your party. Find your special girlfriend for the night or whatever the fuck it is you do here. But stay away from me. Asshole!"
I nearly shoved him away. Then I headed back toward the door leading inside. Cherry was standing outside by the door. She'd been waiting for me.
"Tulip!" She said, her voice melting.
Our eyes met. Oh, God. She'd fucked daddy. In a way, he'd kind of broken her heart. What did that make her to me?
It was like I could feel a shared bond with her, and yet at the same time, I suddenly hated her.
I blinked back tears and turned away. I pushed my way through the door. The warm humid air of the ballroom met me.
The smell of cum and sweat and sex blasted my nostrils. And the deep, strange sensual music hit my ears.
As I entered I realized I just needed to get out of this place. I stormed my way through the ballroom ignoring everything.
I got to the entryway, only to see that the door was blocked by yet another orgy. The doormen stood on either side of the orgy, frigid and unmoving.
Fuck! What kind of place was this?
I turned toward the stairs. For once they were empty. I dashed up them. I found myself looking down a wide and long hallway full of doors. Some were open, some were closed.
I went down the hallway, looking in some of the open doors. They were all bedrooms.
The first one I looked into contained nothing but a bed, crowded over with entangled bodies. It was a mass of arms and legs and trunks, slithering around to various moans and groans.
I moved to the second bedroom. There a couple quietly made love under the sheets. I found myself staring, wishing it was me, in those sheets.
But who was it I imagined myself with?
I moved on. The third room I looked at appeared empty. I went in. I shut the door. I locked it. There was a massive bed. I threw myself on it.
I curled up in a ball. I began to cry. I wanted everything to disappear. I wanted the whole world to fade into blackness.
After several moments of intense breathing, I realized I was not alone. I could hear the shower running.
I sat up on the bed. I needed to get out of here and find another bedroom. But even before I got off the bed, the door to the bathroom opened.
Standing there, framed in the light, was a very young, sinewy, Asian man. He had short cut hair. He had an insanely cute face.
He wore nothing but a green eye mask. It was a bit lopsided on his face.
He smiled at me, and when he smiled, his whole face lit up, even his eyes twinkled. He was adorable.
"Um, hello," he said. "Where did you come from?"
Chapter 25
"Hello," I said, cautiously.
I looked behind him. The shower was still running. Inside it, I could see the silhouette of a large black man.
I looked back at the cute Asian guy.
"You're wearing your mask," I said.
"Yeah," he said, nodding. "So are you. It's like one of the rules, right?"
"You didn't even take it off for your shower?" I said.
"Well, you're not really supposed to, you know, but some people do," he said.
He winked at me.
I glanced at his cock. If what they said about Asian cocks was true, then he must have been an exception. His cock was big.
My gaze went back to his eyes. They twinkled and gleamed. He was so gorgeous. He had very little body hair, giving him a smooth, sleek appearance.
"So do you have a name?" He asked, taking a few cautious steps toward me.
"I'm Tulip," I said.
At that point, the big black man turned off the shower.
"Who the hell are you talking to?" Said the black man.
He grabbed a hanging towel and stepped out of the shower, dripping wet. His chest was huge and muscular. He had an enormous cock.
"My name's Dragon," The Asian guy said to me.
"Dragon?" I said.
"Yeah, and you?" He asked.
"Tulip."
"I said who the fuck you talking to?" Said the big black man.
Dragon smiled. He looked behind him.
"Hey, asshole, put your mask on, we're not alone," he said.
"Watch it, man. Don't no one call Number One an asshole, you got that?"
Number One reached for a black mask that had been laid on a counter. Before he put it on, I saw that his face was brutal and scary, yet in its own way, ruggedly handsome.
Number One looked out at me from his mask as he straightened it.
"So what do we have here?" He said.
"She's Tulip," Dragon said.
"Tulip? Well, you don't say." Number One called to me. "Please to meet you."
Number One then went on drying himself off with his towel.
Dra
gon looked at Number One, then back at me. He came in a little closer.
"Have you been crying?" Dragon asked, sweetly.
I shrugged.
Then, Number One strode into the room past Dragon. He came right up to the bed and looked at me. Then he sat down right next to me.
The whole bed sagged under his weight, which caused me to nearly slide into him.
"Of course, she been crying. You blind Dragon?" he said.
Dragon rolled his eyes.
Number One touched my hair, pushing it out of my eyes.
"But that's okay," he said. "Because Number One and Dragon here are gonna fix that sad little face and make it happy."
I shifted away from him. I didn't know what he had in mind.
"It's all right, girl," he said. "Number One ain't gonna hurt you. No, Number One is a real nice guy. Just ask Dragon here. Number One will make you feel real good...you just gotta give him a chance."
Dragon stared at Number One, dumbfounded.
"What you looking at, Dragon?" He said. "What's wrong with you, anyway? Ain't you never seen prime young meat like this before? Or do you only swing one way?"
"Fuck you, man. She's clearly upset," said Dragon. "Give her some room."
Number One looked at me then.
"I ain't given you a hard time, am I?" He said. "I'm mean, being prime young meat ain't nothing to be ashamed of. Proud is more like it."
Dragon came over. He sat on my other side. He gave me a comfortable distance.
"Don't mind him, he's harmless. More bark than bite," he said.
"Fuck you, Dragon," said Number One.
"I thought I already did that," Dragon said.
Number One laughed.
"Hell, you did, didn't you? Who'd have thought you had it in you. And you weren't half bad at it either," he said.
Dragon shook his head.
Then Dragon said to me, "really though, are you okay?"
What was there to be okay about? Not only was I in the strangest place on earth, but I was having the strangest night on earth.
I looked down.
"You are really hot," Dragon said. "And you're also kind of shy. That's rare around here. It's kind of a turn on, to be honest about it."
"Smooth, Dragon, smooth," Said Number One. "What he's really saying is he wants to fuck you. I say we all do a threesome. What do you think about that—um, what'd you say your name was?"
"Tulip," I said.
"Tulip. Yeah, I like that," Said Number One.
Dragon said. "Like she's really in the mood, Number One. Tulip's clearly upset over something."
"What do you know about it anyway, Dragon?" Number One said. "Maybe a good threesome is what she needs."
Dragon scoffed. He looked at me.
"Don't get me wrong, Tulip," Dragon said. "You're...well...I wouldn't hesitate with someone like you. You just don't look..."
"I can't fuck the two of you," I said.
"Shit!" Said Number One.
He got off the bed immediately.
"Come on, Dragon," He said. "Tulip here probably don't like dark meat. Let's go. We'll find some action elsewhere."
"That's not it," I said.
Number One let out a sigh.
"Look, I don't really care what it is. The evening's still young, and there's lots to do. So if you don't mind, we'll be going, unless you wanna steal Dragon here for yourself. That's fine, too. But in that case, fuck both y'all."
Dragon rolled his eyes again.
"Could you be a little bit less of an asshole, man?" He said.
"Number One is Number One for a reason." Number one said. "Ain't you figured that out yet?"
"I'm a virgin," I suddenly blurted out.
Both men shot a look at me. Number One immediately sat back down on the bed.
"Okay," he said. "We'll hear you out. What's the problem?"
Dragon did a facepalm.
"Fuck you, Dragon, I know all about this virgin stuff. I'm practically a goddam expert," said Number One. "So what's your problem girl?"
I decided not to beat around the bush.
"I want to fuck my daddy?" I said.
Oh, the face on Number One when I said that. It was just like he'd seen a pig fly.
"Shiiiit," said Number One. "That's some heavy shit there Tulip. But if you don't mind me asking, if you want your daddy to pop your cherry, what are you doing here at this party?"
"Actually," I said. "He's my stepfather. And, um, he's here at the party."
Number One nodded sagely at this.
"I see," he said. "Well, that makes perfect sense—not! Are you gonna tell us what the hell is going on here?"
My whole head swam. How could I explain it? Suddenly I felt myself sinking, sinking so deep. I felt like I were in some kind of a black hole.
Did I even still want my Daddy to pop my cherry. When it had been impossible I'd wanted it. But now...now...was it really so impossible?
And yet Daddy had so lied to me. Hadn't he?
I could feel tears building in me. Instinctively, I leaned in toward Number One. He was so big and muscular. It was like leaning on a tree for support.
"Aw, shit, girl, what are you doing?" He said.
He put an arm around me. With my own hand, I reached out and pulled Dragon in toward us. Then I was sandwiched between the two masculine hunks.
It was all I could do to keep from being swallowed up in all of my dark thoughts.
"I have an idea," I said.
"We're listening," said Dragon.
"Yeah, we're listening, Tulip," said Number One. "What you got on your mind?"
"Why don't I give Dragon a blowjob, while you, Number One fuck me in my asshole."
Both men froze. The room went silent. A pin could have dropped and you'd have heard it.
Then Number One leaned a little forward and caught Dragon's eyes.
"You okay with that?" He said.
