Masquerade

Melinda cast her eyes over the party and saw a man sitting at a table on his own, looking quite bored. She made her way around a laughing group of people to sit down at his table.

"Bored?" she asked.

"Well, no not exactly, I mean -" He paused. "Is it that obvious?" he asked.

"Afraid so," she said, nodding. "I'm Melinda."

"Jake," he said. "So how do you know Kate?"

"I used to work with her when she lived in the south."

Jake nodded. "I met her about a year ago when I did some temporary work where she worked. I don't think I've seen you at any of these parties before though?"

"I don't come to many, I live quite far away."

"Staying at the hotel?"

Melinda nodded.

"I like your clothes," Jake said, looking at her suit.

"Thanks," Melinda said, smiling. "I just got fed up of trying to choose a dress."

"It looks better on you than mine does on me," Jake said, without any bitterness or self-pity.

"Yours isn't so bad," Melinda told him. "Can I get you a drink from the bar maybe?"

"Yeah, that would be good," said Jake, smiling.

The two of them spent the next hour together, chatting easily.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Melinda suggested when the party was winding down slightly.

"Yep, sure," Jake said and they headed out of the ballroom and up the stairs to the hotel rooms. As they walked along the corridor, Jake saw a woman walking towards them, holding an ice bucket and wearing a dressing gown. He realised it was Heather. She saw him and cast her eyes down to the floor, passing him without saying a word.

A few paces later, Melinda suddenly ducked sideways into an alcove, occupied by a decorative table and plant-pot. Jake turned to look at her.

"Don't look at me, look ahead," Melinda hissed. "I had a run-in with that guy earlier and I'd rather not talk to him."

"He'll see you," Jake said quietly, looking down the corridor. Then he turned and stood in front of Melinda. He positioned his body so that he almost completely hid hers. Their faces were right next to each other, staring into each other's eyes - they were so close they could not look away. Jake's forehead was pressing against the brim of Melinda's hat. Jake heard footsteps behind him, approaching and then hurriedly walking past without stopping. From behind they would look like two men kissing in the corridor.

"Thank you," she mouthed at him.

"No problem," he whispered back. She kissed him, and he turned his head to avoid pushing her hat from her head as their lips caressed each other gently, in a light but sensual kiss. Suddenly, Melinda decided what she wanted to do this evening. She had everything she needed with her, it would just be a matter of guiding Jake to where she wanted him. She was confident he'd like it.

They walked out of the alcove and down the corridor to Melinda's room. Jake shut the door as Melinda went further into the room. The room was decorated in a slightly austere, formal style. The wallpaper was a faded mixture of green and beige, and some sizable plants stood on various tables around the room. The bed was large, with layers of pale white cotton sheets neatly folded and tucked so that no-one could possibly get beneath them. The room was slightly cool, not but cold. It smelt of nothing, but it felt fresh. Melinda switched on the pale white lights around the room and then flopped onto the large bed, compulsively pulling the sheets out until they were ruffled and ready to be used.

Jake sat down on the other side of the bed and Melinda pulled him across to lie down next to her. They kissed and then lay on their sides, looking at each other, both still dressed up in their suits. Melinda gazed into Jake's blue eyes, a silly grin on her face. Jake smiled confidently as he walked his fingers up Melinda's sides and then undid a button of her shirt. She playfully batted his hand away and shook her head.

"First I want to give you a massage," she told him.

"Ok," Jake said, surprised.

"Just let me get some oil from my suitcase," she told him. Jake rolled onto his back and kicked off his shoes while Melinda fetched what she wanted from her suitcase. When she returned, she knelt beside him on the bed and began unbuttoning his shirt. The room was silent except for the low buzzing of a fan somewhere in the room as she slowly revealed his chest. Dark curls of hair formed a line down the centre of his torso, branching out sideways to underline his pectorals.

Jake could not resist grinning as she unbuttoned his trousers and slowly unzipped the fly, revealing his black silken boxers that shimmered as the light brushed across them. Melinda caught sight of his smile. "You're going to have a wait a while for what you're thinking of," she told him in a warm but stern manner. "Roll over," she told him.

"Yes nurse," Jake joked as he did as he was told. While he lay on his front, Melinda tugged and pulled at his shirt and jacket until she had slid them down his arms and discarded them in a heap by the bed. His back was hairless and his skin looked soft. Instinctively she ran a hand down his back to feel for herself how smooth his body was.

Jake felt an apprehensive tingling in his stomach and wanted to make a joke to lighten the mood. But he knew it was inappropriate and so he just waited to see what Melinda would do. Her hands moved to his waist and he elevated his hips slightly to allow her to slide off his trousers and his underwear together, the waistband of the latter catching slightly on his semi-erect cock. She pulled the clothes past his feet and then removed his socks as well to leave him totally naked. This was rare indeed - Jake was usually eager to strip off his partner and they had always seemed fairly nonplussed about seeing him naked. Yet here he was, naked and lying face down on the bed while Melinda readied him for his massage.

"Do you like what you see?" Jake asked nervously, trying to turn his head to face Melinda, lifting his body from the bed slightly.

"Yes, very much," Melinda said truthfully, and placed a hand on his back to gently push him down on to the bed again. She could not explain why, but she did not want to see his cock just yet. Instead she admired his legs and his ass for a moment. His legs were thick and looked strong. They were covered in hair that trailed off at the top of his thighs, where she looked at his bottom. It looked slightly toned and square, not at all like a woman's rounded bottom. She ghosted her hand across his buttocks and felt hard strong muscle beneath the surprisingly pliant skin.

Jake tensed automatically as massage oil was dripped generously onto his back. The smell of it - a faint scent of strawberries - filled the room. Melinda placed her hands firmly on his back, spreading around the oil like a chef proudly icing her delicious cake. She then changed to properly massaging his back, running her fingertips around the canvas in front of her, alternating light and firm strokes as she strove to relax him.

"Mmmmm, that's good" Jake said as he melted to her touch, letting his body go limp as all his muscles relaxed. Melinda was very good at this, and Jake was happy to let her work her way around. He did not stir as Melinda moved some of the excess oil downwards to begin massaging his buttocks. Melinda first focused on his buttocks and then slowly, surreptitiously, worked her way into the crack. She did it slowly enough that Jake thought nothing of it, even when her fingers began gently fondling his hole - which turned out to be faintly pleasurable.

Jake was totally at ease when she sprung her surprise. He gasped as she swiftly slid a butt plug inside him, all the way to the base. It did not hurt, but it was certainly strange and unexpected. "What th-" Jake began, without anger. Melinda leaned over his body and whispered soothingly in his ear. "Shhhh, just a little something that will help you enjoy the sex more, trust me." She planted a brief kiss on his cheek.

"I've never had anything - well no-one's ever," Jake tried to explain as Melinda's hands slid smoothly over his back, now slippery from all the rubbed-in oil.

"Does it hurt?" Melinda asked simply.

"No," Jake admitted, although it was quite a distracting feeling. He felt as if he needed the toilet, but he did not want to ruin the moment with Melinda. Besides, it did add a certain exoticness to the evening. For a brief moment Jake's mind flashed back to Heather. Strange surprise or not, there was no question of wishing he was elsewhere right now, as Melinda finished her massage. She fetched a towel from the bathroom and cleaned her hands before removing the excess oil from Jake's back.

When she was done he rolled over onto his back. His cock was half-erect, lolling to one side on his body like a sleeping dog. Her eyes flicked from his groin up to his face. He was looking at her with predatory intent, an unmistakable hunger in his eyes. She was sexy and he wanted her.

"Come here," he said gruffly and despite her plan and her careful composure, she briefly obeyed and moved closed to him. The moment passed and she instead moved sideways to climb on top of him, straddling him as an expression of her control. Jake felt her knees against his sides, her men's trousers masking the feminine legs that lay beneath. His chest heaved slightly as the hem of her jacket brushed ticklishly against his nipple.

Jake's hands lifted from the bed and eagerly moved to the waistband of Melinda's trousers than hung invitingly in front of him. Melinda did not stop him, but simply warned him: "My costume is complete." Jake frowned. He did not understand until he unzipped her fly.

A white dildo fell from her parted fly and hovered provocatively in front of Jake's face. His frown returned, along with a startled expression. He stared, transfixed, at the pale phallus in front of him. It had a gently wrinkled surface texture that looked like leather, and a shape that had a slight curve and a slightly enlarged head, suggestive of a real penis.

Melinda could see the apprehension - and small measure of fear - in Jake's eyes. She ran her hand through his short hair and he looked up at her, a beautiful goddess full of surprises and mystery.

"Why are you wearing that?" Jake asked finally.

"It went with my costume," Melinda said simply.

"Are you going to take it off?" Jake asked.

"There's no need to be scared of it," Melinda said as she began shuffling backwards, leaning forwards over Jake as she did so, her shirt and jacket skimming over his chest. "I'm not scared of yours - in fact," she said as her head drew level with his, dropping the tone and volume of her voice to a hushed growl, "I'm quite looking forward to playing with it." She subtly licked her lips. Jake jumped slightly as her dangling cock banged against his own.

"It's just - I mean why don't you," Jake tried to explain, but Melinda put a finger over his lips. Jake stopped talking.

Melinda slid her finger away and bowed her head to kiss him. His body was warm and firm beneath hers, and she idly caressed his naked torso with her spare hand as she melted into the kiss, her other hand running through his hair. He raised his arms and embraced her, drawing her to him, his roving hands feeling her soft feminine body beneath the smart suit that she still wore.

"Take off the suit instead," Jake whispered when she pulled away. Melinda gazed into his eyes, and became so lost in the sparkling blue pools that she did not register him untying her bow-tie. She stopped him when he undid a button on her shirt.

"Not yet," she told him. "I'm going to play with you first," she said, smiling mischievously.

"Why don't we-"

"Hush," Melinda said quietly, and she pulled the loose bow-tie out from her collar. She swiftly pushed it around the back of Jake's head and pulled it tight across his face so that it pushed into his mouth. She tied it together, leaving him gagged. He frowned at her - he was doing that a lot, and she was beginning to find it quite cute - and she planted a kiss on his forehead in response.

"Trust me," she said as she shuffled down his body, "you won't need to form any words." Jake raised his head as she sidled away until her head was above his half-hard prick. He watched as she picked it up with her delicate fingers. She looked back at him, smiled and half-winked before bowing her head and taking him in her mouth. Jake put his head down and moaned as she engulfed him in her warm oral embrace, swiftly encouraging him to full rigidity.

She tenderly bathed him in her mouth, her soft supple tongue exploring his firm shaft. The skin was very smooth, allowing her tongue to glide gracefully around as she turned her head this way and that. Jake groaned into his gag as she drew upwards and lightly brushed her tongue all around his sensitive head. He instinctively drew his legs nearer to his chest and Melinda easily pushed them out sideways, away from her, ready for the next part of her plan.

Melinda could taste his tangy pre-come already as she swirled her tongue around his tip. While she wove her spell that left Jake moaning on the bed, surrendered to her, her left hand found the plug between his buttocks and tugged it free. He groaned slightly louder and his cock twitched as it slid free. Melinda pushed it back inside and withdrew it again a few seconds later, the penetration and withdrawal both causing a groan and slight surge in his dick. Melinda sat up, catching his slippery cock with her right hand as it fell from her mouth. She casually stroked it as she shuffled forwards to sit up between Jake's legs.

She kept stroking slowly while she also slid the butt plug in and out a few more times. Jake opened his legs slightly to allow her better access, although Melinda could not tell whether this was intended or subconscious. Jake's eyes were closed and the only distinctive response from him was his groaning. He was lying placidly, enjoying Melinda's attentions. She could certainly give a good blow-job, he thought, and whatever trick she was doing below with that strange toy was pretty good too.

Jake felt her pushing below again, and as she applied more force he realised that this was a slightly larger toy. He groaned loudly as she pushed it in. It was an amazing feeling of fullness that seemed to amplify the sensations from her thin fingers sliding gently up and down his shaft. If she were to ride him now, he would be in heaven. She kept pushing the toy in and out as she stroked away. Jake turned towards her and opened his eyes, ready to signal to her what he wished for.

He saw her between his legs, stroking his glistening dick, and then noticed her hips rotating slowly. Suddenly he realised that the new toy in his ass was her dildo - she was fucking him with it! Jake panicked and struggled. Melinda tried to calm him but he pulled away from her, his dick slapping against his chest as she let go and his ass sliding silently free of the dildo. Jake struggled to tear the gag off, fiddling with the knot even as Melinda was trying to calm him down.

By the time he tore the gag free he could not find the words. He sat there speechless, and Melinda waited silently, watching the angry expression on his face. He wanted to rage at her, for not telling him, for doing it without his permission - without him even knowing.

"You were fucking me," Jake pointed out indignantly, not knowing what to say and so resorting to the obvious truth. Suddenly the anger fell from his face, replaced by a more sorrowful expression. "I'm so embarrassed," Jake admitted. He looked away, casting his eyes down to the bed.

"There's no need to be," she reassured him. "I mean, you enjoyed it didn't you?"

Jake couldn't bring himself to answer. His shame was amplified by the truth of Melinda's assertion.

"Lots of guys enjoy it," Melinda told him. "Straight guys," she added quickly, warding off his next question.

"I just feel really... odd. I mean, I don't feel odd - particularly - although it was a bit odd, I mean I feel that I am odd," Jake mumbled, not looking up, and not making much sense.

"If I had been lying on that bed, and you'd been fucking me in the ass, and I'd been screaming my head off telling you how much I loved it, would you have thought less of me?" Melinda asked.

Jake looked up and a wry smile crept slowly across his lips as he formulated his response. "I probably would have thought more of you," he told her.

"Exactly. So where's the problem?"

Jake didn't answer, and sat on the bed thinking about this as Melinda came behind him and sat down, loosely hugging him, keeping her pelvis far enough away that her dildo would not accidentally poke him.

"I'm sorry," she said genuinely.

"You know, I don't think you have anything to be sorry for," Jake told her. "I should be sorry." He turned his head as best he could and she leaned forward so that they could share a quick awkward kiss.

"Did you want to stop?" Melinda asked him.

"No. I think I want to carry on from roughly where we were," Jake said over his shoulder, but he did not turn round far enough to be able to see Melinda's wide grin.

Melinda leaned back on the bed until she was lying down behind Jake, her legs awkwardly either side of his body. "Lean back," Melinda said and Jake did so, automatically putting his arms either side of Melinda's chest to stop himself from falling backwards. "Good, now lift up your bum and keep coming towards me," she instructed as she lifted up the dildo from the small pool of lubricant it had left on her shirt. She carefully guided it inside Jake as he lowered himself downwards, ending up perched like a crab atop Melinda, his arms and legs supporting him as he faced away from her. All he could see of her was her legs - she was still wearing the trousers of her suit.

Melinda smiled. Despite being on the bottom, she was in control. She started rolling her hips to slowly push in and out of Jake, while she began casually playing with Jake's dick, as if it were just some distraction to pass the time. However, even this merest of attention was enough to quickly make him hard again. She kept up a steady rhythm as she played, never varying her tempo until she felt him building to his finale, at which point she suddenly stopped. A quiet howl of anguish broke the silence in the room. Melinda grasped his hips and made him ride her slightly faster until she decided he had calmed down enough - in temper and in arousal.

She began rubbing his dick again, pre-come oozing from the tip as he sat above her, his frozen pose disrupted only by the gentle bucking of her hips beneath his. He implored her to stroke harder and faster but instead she slowed and used only a light touch, brushing him almost as if by accident rather than intent.

"Please," Jake said simply.

"What?" Melinda said innocently.

"Finish me off."

"Aren't you having fun?"

"Yes," Jake said breathlessly.

"Why do you want it to end then?" Melinda asked. Jake could not answer.

"Get up for a moment," she told him. "Close your eyes," she added as he sat on the bed beside her. He did so, but she decided to make sure he would not be able to see. She ferreted in the complimentary welcome pack that the hotel had provided until she found a sleeping mask. She slipped it down onto Jake's head, covering his eyes. He wrinkled his nose slightly to shift the towelled blindfold into the right place. Jake sat still while he listened to Melinda making rustling noises next to him. The room still smelt of the scented oil that had been rubbed into his back - and, he suspected, was also the source of the unpleasant slickness he could feel inside his empty bottom.

"Give me your hand," Melinda told him and he held it out for her. She took his warm, large right hand in her own small delicate left and guided it to her chest. Jake felt her soft smooth naked skin under his hand. As Melinda guided his hand for him, he felt a gentle slope as his hand was guided to the top of her ample soft breasts. Melinda bit her lip to avoid moaning as his hand brushed across her erect nipple. She moved his hand onwards, down the centre of her chest, over her fairly flat stomach - she was proud of that. When his hand went past her navel, heading downwards to the heat between her legs, she moved it sideways and instead made him feel the top of her round thigh.

Melinda let go of his hand and guided Jake to one end of the bed, on his hands and knees. He waited awkwardly, not knowing what was happening as Melinda positioned herself on her back at the other end of the bed. Their two bodies formed a long line on the bed - their feet at opposite ends and their heads almost touching in the middle, Jake facing downwards and Melinda facing upwards. She held his head and guided him forwards until his mouth was above hers, and she pulled him down to kiss him, their chins touching each other's noses as they kissed upside-down.

When they stopped, Melinda whispered: "Just explore with your mouth this time." Jake shuffled forwards and lowered his head to kiss Melinda's chest. He moved forward, the feel of her skin on his lips guiding him as he kissed his way to the summit of her yielding breast, and took her nipple in his mouth. This time she did not suppress her moan as he sucked on her hard teat, before he attended to the other in the same way. Melinda watched his naked body edging forward above her head as he continued down her body, tickling her slightly as he went past her navel.

When his nose was in turn tickled by the wisps of hair at the closest edge of her pubic triangle, Melinda put her hands firmly on his sides to stop him. She tilted her head back and licked the tip of his hard prick, where it dangled provocatively in front of her face. Without using her hands she sucked the head of his penis into her mouth, rapidly gobbling up half its length as he moaned with longing. The sensitive front of his head was pushed against the firm roof of her mouth while her delicate tongue darted around the back of his shaft, intermittently finding the ultra-sensitive area where the foreskin joined the head.

Jake groaned loudly, for a moment believing that he would come in her mouth then, but she let him go and the moment passed, his dick once more slippery with her saliva, but once more hanging neglected in the cool open air. Jake was distracted from his disappointment by the faint feeling of warmth on his forehead, radiating from what lay ahead. He continued his progress down Melinda's body, planting his final few kisses in her soft wiry curls as he angled his head to kiss between her spread thighs.

He felt her wetness around his mouth as his blind kiss found her slightly-spread, slick labia. Before Jake did anything more he was distracted by her soft breasts pushing against the sensitive head of his dick. He moaned and realised that Melinda was doing it deliberately, wrapping his hard cock in the soft blanket of her breasts. When nothing more happened, Jake returned his attention to her pussy. He shifted his weight to lie on top of Melinda, to allow him to bring his hands to bear on her groin.

"Uh-uh. No hands," Melinda reminded him when she felt his hands brush the backs of her thighs. To enforce her desire, she pulled his arms away, pushing them up onto his back behind him. She spotted the discarded bow-tie on the bed beside her, still wet from its use as a gag earlier. She picked it up and used it to bind his wrists together behind his back.

Unfazed - in fact, slightly aroused by her take-charge attitude - Jake pushed his face forwards against Melinda's pussy and extended his tongue to locate her clitoris. He found it easily, and in response Melinda clamped her legs around Jake's head to hold him in place. With the blindfold on, he could already see nothing. With her legs tight around his head, he could no longer hear anything either. The blood was rushing to his head, leaving him disoriented, and all he could smell and taste was her pussy. All he could do, with his hands bound behind his back, was lick. In short, it was bliss.

Melinda moaned as she was finally pleasured. She had been delaying her own fun for a long time to play with Jake but now it was her turn. Due to the angling of Jake's head and a slight height difference, his cock had ended up between her breasts in this pseudo-69, and his bottom and thighs were immediately next to her chin so that she could not put her head up if she tried. Blindly, she felt around on the bed with her hand until she found her discarded dildo. She picked it up and pulled the dildo from the harness, wielding it like a dagger above her head as she tried to locate Jake's hole with the head. She heard a distant groan from between her thighs as she stabbed it inside him, but it was a groan of pleasure rather than pain as his ass was once more invaded.

Jake was feeling light-headed now, his head hot from being jammed between Melinda's thighs. He was barely able to breathe: his nose trapped in a small area between Melinda's pussy and the ruffled bed-covers, which were wet with a small pool of her wetness; his mouth was near-glued to her wet pussy by suction, opened wide to allow his tongue unfettered access to her womanhood. However, he was distracted from these annoyances by the feel of her breasts around his dick and the enjoyable fucking of his ass.

His tongue was licking so fast and with mechanical consistency that it was as if there was a sex toy between Melinda's thighs. But it was not boring with a single action like a cat with milk - rather, it was as if Jake had a complex mental map of her pussy that he was following, flicking her clitoris and then sucking it, running down the insides of her labia and then sucking the edges of them into his mouth, racing around as if on a tight deadline. Some days Melinda might have complained, but right now she wanted firm and fast - Jake was certainly providing it.

Melinda continued to slide the dildo in and out at a regular pace, grasping the base as if it were a handle, and thrusting it in until her curled fingers hit Jake's greased, dilated hole. She could feel herself getting close to her climax already, and she shouted to Jake to tell him - releasing her vice-like grip on his head momentarily to ensure he heard. She pushed the dildo all the way inside him - a small lip just before its wide base allowed it to serve as a makeshift butt plug - and began squashing her breasts inwards to massage Jake's dick. The oscillating movements on his cock were not much, but after he had been denied his climax for so long, it was agonisingly close to being enough.

While Jake found himself once more on the edge of orgasm, Melinda's hips were bucking - and his head with them - as she came, screaming loud enough for Jake to hear in his dark and quiet prison where all he could smell and taste was her sex. At last he was released and he drew deep breaths of fresh air as he put his head up, his mouth and cheeks covered in her juices.

"Please make me come," he begged when he had recovered his breath and unstuck his dry tongue from the walls of his mouth. In response, he was pushed sideways onto his back and his cock was rewarded with a deep warm, wet kiss. Melinda sucked hard, once, and Jake finally came. As if she had merely sucked a milkshake through a straw, her oral efforts were rewarded with Jake's come filling her mouth. She readily swallowed while he groaned loudly beneath her, released from the teasing and torment to spurt freely inside her mouth.

When Jake finally finished spilling his copious load - and Melinda had swallowed it all - his hands and eyes were freed.

"Did you have fun?" Melinda asked perkily.

"Uh-huh," was all Jake could manage, but he nodded vigorously. "Tell me," he added after he had taken a few moments to recover, "how are you so damn good in bed?"

"I think it's because I give men what they really enjoy, not what they ask for," Melinda said cryptically. "Of course, I also don't forget to take something for myself." She leaned over him, and his tired lips and tongue were put into action one last time, to finish it all with a kiss.