Page 6 of Underneath the Mask

“Hmmm.” He sighs, thinking it over.

“Call me Mask Daddy,” he growls.

I giggle, unable to stop the laughter from springing forth and erupting to fill the room with its sound. He says nothing.Oh fuck. He’s serious.I think to myself and then clear my throat.

“Yes, Mask Daddy,” I say as seriously as I can before I rip off my hoodies and strip out of my clothes until I am standing in front of him, completely naked.

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Sin

Mask

She’s a fucking masterpiece, crafted in sin: every curve on her body a forbidden desire. She stands in front of the mirrors, where I can see nothing but her perfect reflection. I can’t wait to feel the squeeze of her hotness while she comes all over me. I snap my fingers at her and wave the knife around.

“You’re going to be a good little whore tonight, aren’t you, Amanda?” I ask, pointing it at her.

She shakes her head yes.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, Mask Daddy.”

The sound of her voice has me relishing in the way it rolls off her tongue. I’ve waited so long for this moment. My eyes roam her body, tracing every line and committing it to memory. I dip my free hand beneath my waistband to stroke my cock a few times.

“Be a good girl and get on your knees, Amanda. I’m going to fuck those pretty lips of yours and if you so much as think about biting me—“ I let my words trail off.

She swallows hard and doesn’t say a word as I clear the space between us. I tower over her, pulling my cock free with one hand and holding the knife against her collarbone with the other. Her lips part open, inviting me to slide my dick inside. She takes inch after inch of me; her gagging, an erotic symphony of beauty composed entirely for me. Her tongue glides over my barbell, sending a rush of pleasure through me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she’s enjoying this. To my surprise, her hand slides over mine to grip my cock, allowing me to grab her ponytail, tugging lightly at first and then harder as I deepen my thrusts. I’m picking up speed. She’s gasping for air as I watch in the mirror. Her eyes are wide and watery staring past me in her reflection. A moan rises in my throat in response as her throat closes around me with every pass in and out of her lips.

“That’s it, Amanda, such a good little slut. Now swallow every last drop.” I shoot my cum down her throat and feel her gag. More leaks out and she gags a second time. “Mmmmm. I hope your pussy feels as good as your mouth.”

In the mirror, I watch as I pull my cock slowly out from between her swollen lips. It’s drenched in saliva and cum. I release my hold on her ponytail; dragging my hand over her neck, allowing my fingers to grip it tightly for a moment before wandering down her chest and over the swell of her breasts to tease her nipple. Her back arches and her head falls back, popping my cock all the way free.

“Bend over on all fours and face the mirror. You’re going to watch me fuck you,” I command.

She does as I say while continuing to suck in air as she drops to her hands, shuffling around to face the mirrors. Then she looks at me in it and says in a sultry tone, “Yes, Mask Daddy.”

My eyes stare at her glistening pussy, obsessed. She’s right here in front of me, and all mine for the taking. Approaching her from behind, I lean over her, gripping my masterpiece by herhair once more. I tap the blade of my knife against her neck and lift it over her shoulder, and down her back before folding it up and putting it in the end of my shoe, where I can grab it quickly if I need to. Before I release her hair, I rasp in her ear. “Are you ready to watch me fuck you, Amanda?”

“Yes, Mask Daddy.”

“Mmmm, that’s my girl, Amanda. You know how to get me hard.” I release her hair, then drop to my knees. Taking my position behind her and running my greedy hands over her hips and around to cup each one of her toned, firm ass cheeks. Running my hands inside her thighs has my cock begging to slip inside her. Not yet though. My hands have an agenda of their own as each one of my fingers swipes through her folds to stroke her clit. She fights back a moan. “What’s wrong? Does my touch bring you more pleasure than your toys? How long has it been since a man pleasured you, Amanda?” I ask.

My thumb and pointer finger slide together to stroke her slick hot clit. She quivers from my touch, still fighting back her moans. Her head drops and I tsk her. “Look up, little slut. I told you I want you to watch me fuck you so that when you close your eyes, it’s the only thing you see.”

She bites her lip uncomfortably, but returns her gaze to the mirror. I run my fingers over her another time. She’s ready. Her pussy is nice and wet, just waiting to take every inch of my dick.

“You’re falling apart for me, Amanda,” I growl, placing the tip of my dick against her entrance. “You’ve never looked more stunning.”

I slide my head in slowly, watching it disappear into her as she gasps and then a moan finally escapes her lips when my barbell slips into her pussy. “That’s right, little slut. Moan for me. I like to know that you’re enjoying it as much as I am.”

My cock is more than halfway in when she adjusts herself, widening her stance and dipping her hips in order to take moreof me. I reach around to rub her hard throbbing clit, running my finger over it just as I feel her take the last inch. “Look at you, all this perfection just waiting to be wrecked by me. You’ve got me buried. How does it feel to know I’m all the way inside of you, Amanda?” I ask.

“Good,” she moans.

It excites me so much I thrust my hips into her. “That’s my girl, cum for me,” I groan right before hot liquid oozes from her core and around me until it’s leaking out of her and onto the ground. It’s so fucking hot it has me panting as I try to maintain control, pumping in and out of her until I have to force myself to stop to keep from blowing my load. My arm snakes between her breasts, tightening around her neck like a leash. Then, as I lean back to rest against my legs, she slides with me. I squeeze her neck, holding her in place, pumping into her. She arches her back against my chest as her pussy clenches around me repeatedly. Her orgasm crests as she cries out in ecstasy. It’s music to my ears. My other hand reaches around to stroke her sensitive clit, sending her over the edge again. This time, while she throbs and clenches, she cums again, her hot liquid coating me. I slam into her faster, deeper, l until my moans echo hers and I’m filling her full of my cum.

“So ruined and spent. Full of my cum.“ I rasp, reaching into the pocket of my sweats to retrieve the rag I soaked in brake fluid in order to knock someone out if I needed to tonight. I didn’t except to use it on her, but then again, I didn’t expect to fuck her either.

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