It was a sickening surprise. It was deplorable and fucked up. It was illegal.
But her cunt betrayed her, craving it.
She begged him. She wasn’t one of those girls. She was his and only his. The strength in his arms easily overpowered her as she was dragged to the basement, tears pouring from her eyes, and juices soaking her pussy. She remembered how he caressed her cheek before putting the mask on her, the feathery Venetian mask that covered just her eyes in a sea of purples and blues. She remembered the way he said ‘I love you’ as he strapped her against the cold table and slid the sparkling ring off her finger. It wasn’t that he didn’t mean it, oh no, because if he had ever meant it, it was then. It was the passion in his touch, in his voice, in his lips as he crushed her’s before walking away that made it all the more real. It made this act more vile and disgusting and…it drove her wild with lust. Not for him. For them. For the men she did not know, never would know…never would see again. All of which could say the same about her. If only they knew whose pristine face was hidden by the mask, they might become more animalistic than they were already. But what she gave them, what he forced her to give them was enough to sate their desires. An unprotected cunt and a hungry mouth.
At the end of every quarter, he hosted two parties. The first was happening just above her. It was where the elite of the company, the sheltered shareholders and trust fund raised executives dined on caviar and drank aged wine. Where she would normally be, doting on every guest in a dress he bought for her just for the evening. But the basement of the manor held the celebration for the grunts. The blue collar workers that were as crude as they were expendable. The ones who worked ten times as much for a hundred times less pay. The ones who had frustration beyond belief that needed venting. Their party consisted of only depravity, handpicked by the man upstairs. A hundred or so whores, mostly from Europe. Whores that begged their madame to work this job. They would submit to the twisted fantasies of these men for pain, pleasure, and more importantly, payment.
But every time, there needed to be a special attraction. A way to spice up the pot. A free piece of eighteen year old Czech ass was wonderful, but it was nothing memorable. The not so free special attraction, however, would be talked about for months afterward. Sometimes she was a porn star they all jacked off to before, or a girl selling her virginity to the onslaught of a hundred cocks. This time, however, she was a ‘beautiful member of the elite of society, touched so infrequently by men, and too depraved to say no, so as long as you never remove her mask’. She could practically hear him say it. While only so close to the truth, it was enough to drive them wild.
Some paid very little for her, but her body craved their reward nonetheless. For a meager amount they could stand before her, unable to touch as they pumped their tantalizing, hard cocks in their rough hands. This was better than porn to them. This was better than whatever their wives or girlfriends could give them. This would make every other time they masturbated after this feel lesser. Each stroke sent a shiver down her spine, and though she would never admit it, she anticipated what could happen at any moment. For their ropes of hot cum to fly through the air and splatter her, painting her already fair skin a shade of white that could only be produced in such a manner. It was almost ticklish as it dried on her, a fresh coat, however, was surely on its way. Her nipples were completely covered almost immediately, her big soft tits being the primary target of the men jacking off to her bound form. And as other men pounded her from both sides, the sticky salty cream would run down her chest onto her stomach, and splash upwards against her neck. She didn’t even want to acknowledge how badly she wanted to taste it. And taste it she would.
Her mouth was never empty. Once one man flooded her throat and painted her lips with his seed, another cock, another flavor and scent of masculinity quickly replaced the previous. They couldn’t care less if she gagged or choked, or if tears and cum soaked the edges of her beautiful mask. They hardly seemed to care if every now and then her teeth scraped them. A quick slap to the face would correct that. They only cared to abuse her mouth, to feed her slutty throat with their cream. Like many women, she felt like serving a cock with her mouth was degrading. Swallowing cum was even more so. But despite feeling this way, she loved it. She felt as if the men knew how she felt about it, and she loved the fact that they fucked her face anyway even more. The filthy, slutty part of her mind that seemed to take over wanted desperately for her hands to be free from their restraints, just so she could give their hard dicks a tight squeeze before they took control of her mouth, or maybe feel their heavy balls before they slapped against her face as her pillowy lips guided their thickness into her hole. And while she loved this more than them simply masturbating to her, it was nothing compared to the ecstasy that she felt when a cock went from hovering before her aching pussy, to more.
A scream tore through her body, unable to release itself as the man entered her. She had lost count of many had entered her. But whether it was the fifth or the fiftieth, they all felt like the first one. Her cunt had only minutes, sometimes seconds to try to adjust before a torrent of seed flooded her womb and the man withdrew. Each one was deliciously foreign. A different length, girth, and shape. They had paid the most for this, but she wasn’t sure how much it was. Only that the line never seemed to end, and that the box of condoms at the table side, perhaps put there only to taunt her, remained unopened. None of them would pass up the opportunity to breed her anonymous cunt, glazing her depths with the biggest loads they had ever produced in their lives. It wasn’t about pleasure to them. Maybe the first few, but once her pussy had become so slicked with cum and stretched by their throbbing manhoods, they would find more pleasure in one of the whores around her. No, this wasn’t about that. It was about the primal, animal desire to use her. To see a helpless, fertile slut whose legs were tied wide open, whose body was too tired to struggle, and whose mouth couldn’t utter a word, and then marking her as their own, if only for a moment. And she too was guided by basic instinct. It wasn’t mere pleasure that made her contract her cunt on their shaft as their balls emptied themselves into her womb. It was a voice in her head, encouraging her, telling her that this is what she was meant to be. Orgasm after orgasm had numbed her of the high they brought, but she was in a constant state of an even more powerful lust induced ecstasy.
He knew this would happen when he brought her down here. It didn’t take long for the men to realize it either. Her tits begged to be coated and her mouth could never be fed enough, but what was truly hungry was her cunt.
And no mask could ever hide that.
*Thanks for reading! Huge shoutout goes to /u/submrs for inspiring this story with her “Cumslut Confessions: My biggest fantasy” audio. I implore you to check her out if that’s your thing. Comments and criticism are always appreciated. Again, thanks.*
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