Men Behind The Mask Novels & Stories

I start rubbing, moaning around Jake’s cock, making sure Camera Two catches the angle – my fingers working my pussy while two masked men use my mouth. “Good girl.” Tyler fists my hair through the mask’s elastic, yanks my mouth off Jake and onto him. “Keep touching. Don’t cum until we say.” I nod around his cock. Keep rubbing. Feel the pressure building but hold it back, let it simmer, save it for when the cameras need it most. They put me on all fours on my bed. Camera One at the headboard captures my masked face. Camera Two at the foot of the bed aims directly at my spread pussy and ass. The side cameras catch the full tableau – my arched back, my swaying tits, two masked men positioning th

The mask itched. Vienna Cross stood in the narrow back hallway of The Velvet Room, her bare shoulders pressed against cold concrete, and tried not to throw up. Six other women lined the wall beside her. Each wore the same thing: black lace lingerie, a silk robe, and a full face masquerade mask in matte black. No names. No identities. No witnesses. That was the point. "Last call for lot seven," a bored voice echoed through the speaker overhead. Vienna's number was seven.

The women’s earrings, rings, and necklace and bracelet all together shone brightly as the reflection of the lights met with their gold jewelleries. Anyone who took a glimpse inside the room would Immediately know that this was a gathering of the most influential rich and powerful people. And of course, this being a mask party, each one of them wore a face mask covering some part of their faces and few wore masks that covered every corner of their faces, either female or male, Adding more mystery to the already mysterious people inside the room. Walking inside with her hand on Mr. Evidence, there was the scene that Rose was presented with and her eyes were as wide as saucers and her jaw dropp

The moment it touched her hands, a deep sense of unease flashed across her face. "Where is she?" "Leena!" "Leena!" Several voices called out behind her. A group of young girls crowded into view. They were all under 20. The youngest looked barely 12. Every one of them was skinny, dark-skinned from sun and dirt, and dressed in deliberately shabby clothes, clearly trying to make themselves less noticeable. They gathered behind Leena, staring warily at Hayley's green mask. In Ark Two, masks meant power. They meant someone important.

she heard and immediately stood at alert. At her right side, she saw a lot of women standing behind a man who sat on an expensive chair. The women were all clad in leather jackets and pants with at least a gun in a person's hand while the boss didn't bother himself with that. “I love your punctuality, have I ever told you that?” The man continued. Venita knew that was the boss that she wanted to meet but she couldn't see his face because he was using a face mask, the kind of fancy mask you use at a mask party.

All the questions attack me. All day, which is why I hide from my brothers. I can't deal with them today. I make my way to the club, picking up the mask I sit down. Sometimes they do masked events, which means no one knows who is bidding. Either way, I plan to save a woman today. Give her a lifeline, a career away from selling her body. I know the women who are happy and want to do it. I don't even pay attention to them. My eyes settle on a woman, she looks like she never does this. Clearly, a sign it is a last resort, so maybe someone I can save?

For a moment, I stood there, rooted. Then curiosity, or maybe disbelief, pulled me forward. I went upstairs, the first room I peeked into made my stomach twist. A masked man reclined in a velvet chair, watching two women, a younger and older one, were having sex on the bed. He didn’t touch them, only watched, his breath syncing with their rhythm as he jerked. In the next room, it was worse. A woman knelt before a mirror, painting her body in gold while men chanted her name. The air smelled of incense, sweat, and something feral.

He had come to check, only to find Mark attacking me. “You helped me before, so I wanted to return the favor. The only thing in my mind then was to protect you,” he explained, looking so innocent and genuine, his demeanor completely different from the bold, confident man behind the mask. Sadly, apart from their similar physiques and the gentle warmth that Ryan and the masked man shared, I couldn’t find any other similarities. Soon enough, thanks to Ryan’s care, I was discharged from the hospital. As my pregnancy progressed, my belly grew larger, and with it, my cravings for intimacy became stronger. Despite myself, I couldn’t help but think about the masked man again.

The blue-masked woman moved behind, her hands sliding up my back, unfastening my gown to let it fall, exposing my breasts to the cool air, her mouth descending to suck a nipple hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. “Oh god,” I whimpered, the combined assault overwhelming, and the gold-masked leader chuckled, stepping closer, her hands cupping my face, kissing me deeply, her tongue dominating mine. The silver-masked woman increased the vibrator’s speed, the hum intensifying, while the purple-masked woman added a third finger, thrusting deep into my wet cunt, stretching me further. The red-masked woman’s tongue delved deeper, her hands spreading my thighs wider, and I rocked against her face

They lean close to their subs, whispering commands, trailing fingers over shoulders or down arms with a control that sends chills down my spine. Across the room, a few men are handcuffed to the arms of their chairs, their wrists adorned with sleek leather cuffs. They sit, almost reverent, their heads bowed slightly as their Dominants hover over them, their words inaudible but their intentions clear. One woman in a corset, tall heels, and a gleaming silver mask stands before her sub, her hands on her hips, her gaze steady and critical. Her voice is a firm murmur, her words sharp enough to make him flush under his mask as she sneers, a faint smirk lifting her lips.