The party house was done in blacks, whites and lots of low lighting. Men were in black suits and women were wearing their best, sexiest black dresses. Suits and dresses were the only identifying features because everyone was masks. Most masks were simple affairs, a single expression done in a solid color or blank with some accents. There were a few elaborate masks with feathers, sequins or outlandish faces. The masks did not denote anything other than the personal style or availability of masks.
Standing in the foyer Matt and Robin looked around. The low lighting cast everything and everyone in shadow, which was romantic looking, but was a problem for seeing the details. The house was unrecognizable with all of the black and white decorations for the party; they couldn’t recognize anything from any previous non-party visits. The attention to detail was impressive.
They could hear the faint sounds of classical music, laughter, and conversation from the rest of the house. Wonderful floral scents mixed with the smell of cooked food made their mouths water and their senses tingle. Lost in the sensory overload neither of them noticed the man standing in front of them. He was wearing a black suit with black bow-tie and a gold mask with a smirk and raised eyebrow. Matt suppressed a chuckle. Robin elbowed him in the side when she heard the beginnings of the chuckle. She knew what he was thinking, as was she, “never trust a man wearing a bow tie; they point to the ears and not the genitals like a regular tie.”
“Good evening, welcome to the masquerade. We hope that you take part in the party and enjoy yourselves,” the masked man spoke in a well-practiced manner, “Please join the party when you are ready.”
He stepped to the side and gestured them into the rest of the house.
“Shall we,” Robin asked?
“We shall,” Matt replied, “Nice shot to the ribs.”
They walked out of the foyer into the first room which was dominated by a large dark wood table. There were no chairs at the table; instead all of the dark wood chairs were up against the wall. A few people were standing around the table with small plates taking finger food from the table. Lying across the table was a small breasted naked woman wearing only a plain white mask. On and around here was finger food, all sorts for finger food, from tiny sandwiches to deserts. She was covered in sushi, not run of the mill sushi, but each sushi a work of art. The effect was to create a mosaic image of a large fish on her body, with the head of the fish on her chest and the tail fins ending on her feet.
“Wow,” Matt uttered.
“You’re telling me,” Robin replied, “Glad nobody can see me with my mouth open.”
“Should we get something to eat or look around,” Matt asked facing the table?
Robin nudged him in the side, causing him to turn from the food to see what she wanted. He was surprised that he hadn’t noticed the three people having sex on a chair when they walked in. Maybe that was the point of the lighting and the table, distraction. Robin was staring at the two women and man, naked except for their masks. Unlike them, they were wearing masks that only covered their eyes and noses. The muscular man wearing a black and white checkered mask was on the dark wood chair sitting in a slightly slouched position. His legs were apart. A thin woman with small breasts wearing a brass mask with tiny white feathers was on her knees between his legs. One hand was wrapped around his thick cock pushing up and down, while she was her tongue was doing a dance over the head of his cock. The second woman was wearing a light blue mask with white edging and a long gold chain, she was standing on the far side of the man, and he was turned towards her sucking on her large breasts. She was holding on to his head with one hand and scratching his back lightly with the other. The man had one arm wrapped around the standing woman pulling her closer, while his other hand was holding the other woman’s head as she continued to lick his cock, before gently sucking on the tip.
Robin turned herself away from the tableau in front of her towards the table of food.
“Oh, wow,” Robin said, “I see what you are talking about now.”
“So do I,” Matt replied still watching the threesome, “I think we should look around.”
They walked together out of the room, immediately bumped into a woman only wearing a servers black skirt and a plain black mask that concealed her entire face. She was carrying a tray of bright red drinks. Without a word she presented the tray to them. As soon as they took a glass, she moved on into the room they had just left. Drinks in hand they entered the next room.
Two long black couches dominated the room. The couches were separated by a short distance and a small dark wood coffee table with several empty glasses and plates on the top. The sound of classical music was louder in this room, but did not cover up the sounds of conversation and sex. There were at least fifteen people in this room, a mix of men and women in masks. Most of them were standing in the shadows behind the couches near the walls. Drinks in hand they were talking in groups of two and three.
From the entrance neither Robin nor Matt could hear what they were talking about and both were wondering why they weren’t watching the action taking place on the couches. The couch to the right was occupied by a woman riding a man in the reverse cowboy position. His head was hidden behind the arm rest and her back was to them, but they could see that she was into the sex as she rode up and down with vigor. His hands were on her hips or running up and down her back. They both were moaning out loud over the music.
Robin squeezed Matt’s hand as he gentle tugged his arm, thus his attention towards the other couch were two women were engaged in a sixty-nine. The woman on bottom had blonde hair, was wearing a white mask and was fingering the woman on top of her with two fingers with one hand while her other hand was reaching for a breast. The woman on top was rocking back into the fingers and whatever she was doing was having an effect on the blonde woman who’s eyes were closed and mouth was open her tongue running over her bottom lip.
“That is hot,” Robin whispered to Matt.
End Part 2