BEHIND THE MASK (Erotic)

HER PRETTY MOUTH

Jessica’s message was still open on my screen.

I need to taste you again. I can’t stop thinking about that night. Please.

I stared at it for a moment. It wasn’t the first message like it, and it wouldn’t be the last. She wanted me again. She craved my attention . I should’ve ignored her. I should’ve reminded myself that it was a one time thing, that I had done what I had to do. But my thighs were already pressing together. My breath had gone low.

It didn’t help that James was acting even colder than usual, more distracted. He barely touched me anymore unless I initiated it,like he knew I would do it and he was trying to get me to slip up , he was always looking at me like he was searching for something. Suspicious. Distant. There was no intimacy in this marriage and now seems the trust was wavering.

And the masked man… God. The way he had used me. Denied me. Left me trembling and empty. Every time I thought about it, my whole body clenched.I wanted him to f**k me again even if I ended up feeling guilty later on my body couldn’t deny it’s touch .

I didn’t reply to Jessica’s message. I just texted the name of a bar downtown and the time. She was there before me.

The bar was dim, music blasting ,I could see men and women entering and coming out .sex workers standing outside too.. Jessica sat in a corner booth, legs crossed, wearing a red dress that made her skin glow. Her hair was loose. Her lips are red and seductive .The scent of wine in the air.

She looked up the moment I stepped in, and I saw the hunger in her eyes.

I didn’t greet her. I didn’t smile. I walked straight to the booth and slid in beside her. My thigh pressed against hers. Her breath was low and soft. I could feel it .

“You came,” she said quietly.

I took her glass and finished what was left in it.

“Did you think I wouldn’t?” I murmured.

“I hoped you would.”

I called down a server , ordered red wine for myself and another drink for her. She was watching me like she didn’t know whether to speak or drop to her knees right there under the table.

I leaned closer, lips nearly brushing her ear.

“You still think about it?”

She nodded.

“Do you touch yourself to it?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I touch myself thinking about you. About your mouth. Your voice. The way you made me beg.”

I smiled and finished my drink. “Let’s go.” At that moment I was the bold and unreserved Mariam

Her hand found mine as we stood. The touch was soft. Nervous. I didn’t return it.

We walked through the lobby of the hotel like we weren’t soaked in sin already. The elevator doors closed, and I pushed her against the wall. as our lips met. I kissed her hard, letting her feel my frustration, my hunger. My control. Her hands clutched at my dress, desperate for something to hold onto. As the elevator door opened we stepped out. I couldn't wait for us to get inside the room.

The room door hadn’t even shut behind us before I pushed her against it, kissed her again, bit her lower lip until she moaned. I pulled down the straps of her dress, her boobs fell out, her skin fair and soft, I admired her body , I kissed her neck licking down. She moaned my name as I took her boobs in my mouth, sucking her n****e until she arched for me. For more I switched between her boobs and sucked on it while my hand found her soft round ass. I grabbed it. I stopped sucking. I looked in her eyes and we stared at each other.

“I’ve been going crazy,” she moaned. “I kept remembering how you tasted.”

I pulled the dress over her hips and tossed it aside. Her panties were damp, nearly see-through.

“You’re wet already.”

“I was wet before you walked in.” She said my p***y clenched she was wet for me.

“Get on the bed.”

She obeyed, crawling backwards onto the mattress, eyes wide and wild. I didn’t rush. I undressed slowly, letting her watch, letting her feel the wait. When I pulled my panties down, she sat up like she was about to beg.

“Crawl to me.”

She dropped to her knees on the floor and crawled toward me like she had no pride left. I held her by the chin.

“You want to eat me?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Then earn it. Beg.”

“Please let me. I need it. I need to taste you.”

I sat on the edge of the bed, spread my legs, and pulled her closer. She kissed my thighs first, soft and like a good pet. Then her tongue found me.She kissed my p***y lips as I gasped and threw my head back.

She moaned like she’d been starving. She licked me slow and deep, then fast and eager. Her tongue circled my c**t before sucking it into her mouth. I groaned and grabbed her hair. My hips bucked up asking for more my cry of pleasure filled the room

She buried her face deeper, licking like she was worshipping, moaning into me. I started to grind against her mouth, the wetness spreading down her chin.

“Don’t stop.”

She didn’t. She kept licking, tongue pressing harder, hands squeezing my thighs. I could feel her desperation in the way she moved. Like she needed to make me come to survive.

“You like being used like this, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasped between licks. “Please let me make you come.”

I pulled her back by the hair. “Not yet.”

She whined but didn’t fight it. I straddled her face, riding her tongue, my wetness dripping down her cheeks.

“You belong to me now,” I whispered.

“Yes.”

“You’ll do anything I say?”

“Yes.”

I was close. So close. But I stopped again. I could feel my orgasm I wanted nothing but to c*m for her but I held back I moaned as I pulled away ,Teasing her. Denying her. Because I wanted to be the one in control. I wanted her to know that even if she made me weak, I would never let her win.

I got off her face slowly, her lips red and wet, her face flushed with heat and shame.

My legs where weak I lay there catching my breath her tongue took me to cloud nine but I love the look on Jessica face.

She looked ruined.

“Please let me finish you,” she said, voice trembling. I knew she her fingers were buried in her p***y this whole time I wanted to lick her juice

“No.”

I kissed her forehead, gentle and cruel.

“I’m not yours to finish.”

I asked if she wanted me to go down on her she begged me I rubbed her p***y she was so wet

“Please let me c*m”she begged like a good w***e I pushed two fingers inside her. She thrust her hip to meet my pace. She was mine. I never imagined I could make a woman as beautiful as Jessica beg to have a taste of my p***y .

I knew she was close. She begged me to eat her p***y. She was my w***e while I was a w***e for the masked man I needed to be in control .

I removed my finger inside her and she moaned asking for more. I licked it and tasted her wetness. She tasted good but I wouldn’t let her c*m not today .

Her eyes filled with something I didn’t want to name. Want. Obsession. I turned away from it.

“I have to go.”

She reached for me. “Don’t.”

I pulled my panties on, adjusted my dress, and ignored the ache between my legs. This wasn’t about my pleasure tonight. It was about showing her that she wasn’t the one in control.

“I said don’t get attached.”

Her voice cracked. “Too late.”

Back in my own bed, I couldn’t sleep. My mind was spiraling.

Jessica wasn’t just falling for me. She was starting to obsess. And part of me… part of me liked it. I liked the power. Liked knowing I could leave her dripping and ruined and still crawling after me.

But I also couldn’t stop thinking about the man behind the mask. The way he made me beg. The way he denied me.

I reached for my phone, just as it buzzed.

You did well tonight. I saw everything.

I sat up, heart pounding.

“You will not touch yourself. That’s your punishment”.

Another text followed.

Tomorrow night, Jessica will touch you. You will not touch her. You will not c*m. Do not disappoint me.

I stared at the screen, soaked again, even angrier at how my body responded to every word he sent.

I was still his. And now Jessica was falling, too.