A Masquerade Ball (Christine Olson)

You find yourself standing in a large room, the hum of sweet ballroom music filling the air. All around you, elegantly dressed men and women dance in pairs, gliding across the tiled floor arm in arm. They're all wearing Venetian masks in garish colors. A glance at your own body reveals you're wearing a long and slinky red dress that looks horribly expensive, tailored to perfectly suit even your tall frame. Your heeled shoes mean you tower well above almost everyone in the crowd, exactly why you usually avoid wearing them. There's even a mask over your own face, settled neatly across the bridge of your nose. Somehow you know it's the same shade of scarlet as your dress, and decorated with two small devil's horns.

While you can't remember why you're here, or even who invited you, you still manage to feel awkward standing on the sidelines watching these gorgeous couples dance. Story of your life in many ways. This is just the kind of gaudy party to make you uncomfortable, and soon you're wondering if anyone would notice if you just slipped out the door.

"Would you like to dance, Lucy?" You turn at the question, and see a gorgeous woman standing there in a short blue dress that clings tightly to her ample curves. Her legs are bare underneath it, the skin of her calves smooth and perfect, with her high heels making them even more shapely. She's wearing a beautiful white mask over her face, with a golden halo suspended by wire over the top of her head. Even still, you think you recognize her, though you can't quite figure out where from.

"I'm not sure I know how." You shrug. You've never been much of a dancer.

"It's easy." She replies, her lips curling into an amused smile under her mask. "Take my hand, you'll lead, and everything should work out just right." For some reason you trust her, and reach out your hand. She takes it in a gentle grip, and suddenly the pair of you are gliding through the crowd. Just like she said, you know exactly what you're doing. Your arm is on her waist, gently cupping her through the thin dress, while hers is wrapped around your back. As the music swells she twirls away from you, a tempting vision of sensual female beauty, then you pull her back into your chest and she sighs with delight as your muscled arms wrap around her body, taking her for your own. She rests against your chest for a moment, and you gasp in shock when you feel her bare leg slide along your own. Her soft, warm thighs tease at your hip and a glance down reveals her dress has slid almost up to her pelvis. Underneath your tight dress, you can feel your cock stir. "I knew you could lead me." She breathes hungrily, her voice sending tingles down your spine.

"You make it so easy." You reply. "I think I was probably the one being led the whole time." It's true, but she laughs in your ear anyway, a high, silvery sound.

"Let's get out of here, Lucy." She purrs. "I want you bad, and there's a place next door for the guests to really enjoy themselves." Her hand ghosts down the front of your dress, somehow finding your aching shaft through the thin fabric and giving it a little squeeze that makes you shudder and moan. Still holding your arm with her other hand, she gently guides you to the side of the dancers, who part and let you through. There's a doorway waiting for the pair of you, and she eases it open to lead you inside.

The smell and sounds of sex fill the heaving air. Your cock stiffens, rising to its full size, as your shocked gaze drifts over groups of naked, writhing bodies. On a couch in the corner two men spit-roast a writhing blonde woman, each matching the other's thrust so she's stuffed full on both ends. Then, on the floor just beside them, a pair of beautiful girls lay across the floor. Each one has her face buried in the other's pussy, licking away hungrily. Your friend is leading you through this debauchery, and you find yourself utterly hypnotized, unable to resist the gentle pull on your arm. She giggles as you stare lustfully at a boy being railed over a chair by the rampant cock of another New Female, his face buried in the sculpted ass of an older woman. It seems like every sexual act imaginable is being performed around you.

You are pulled over to an empty bed in the corner. It looks unused, the sheets clean and well-made. You might have wondered why no-one else had taken advantage of such an obvious invitation, had your friend not taken that moment to shrug out of her dress, letting it fall from her shoulders with a single motion. She's naked underneath and you feel a rush of heat flood into your aching cock as you stare at her gorgeous body. Her boobs sit high and perky on her chest, topped by stiff pink nipples. Her waist is curved and slender, giving her that perfect hourglass figure men seem to adore as it flows down to his wide hips and smooth, pale thighs. Between her legs, her pussy is pink and plump, swollen up and so wet you can see slick juices dribbling down her skin.

Unable to resist a second longer, you stumble forward and take her in your arms. Her body is soft and yielding and she smells so good you can't help but bury your face in her neck and breathe her in. Your hands skate down her smooth back until you find the plump round cheeks of her perfect butt. You squeeze them hard, letting your fingers sink into all that soft flesh. She's smiling thinly when you glance at her face, her eyes alight with satisfaction at the effect she's had on you. Holding her butt with one hand, you grab at your dress with the other, yanking it up your thighs. Your panties slip down just as easily, and with that your throbbing cock pops free.

It's so aching hard, trembling in the air as coiled veins throb along the shaft. Your friend smiles at it like a cat, her sultry eyes drifting down the length. She spins deftly out of your grip, teasing you with her wriggling hips, then sits down on the end of the bed, her legs spread wide. One of her hands slips between her thighs, fingers spreading her drooling pussy open.

"Do you want to lead me again, Lucy?" She moans, a sweet angel speaking sin. Just like that, she has you. In an instant, you've leapt the distance between you and pounced on top of her like a lion on its prey. Your cock jabs blindly as you buck your hips, drooling head sliding along the flesh of her thighs. When you find her wet hole you slam inside it with all your strength. There's no resistance at all. You're buried to the hilt in what feels like a second, your entire aching shaft held in velvet warmth. With a hungry growl, you start to pound her into the bed. She's writhing and moaning underneath you, and you gasp in delight when her legs wrap around your waist, pulling you even deeper with each thrust. Her big, round tits are right in your face and you bury yourself between them, licking and sucking at the soft flesh hungrily. She purrs in delight.

Again you have the strangest sense that even though you're the one on top she's guiding your every move. You thrust in when her legs pull at your waist then withdraw when she eases her grip on you. When she guides her stiff nipple to your mouth you wrap your lips around and suck at it as hard as you can. The way the throbbing muscles of her pussy milk every inch of your aching dick you can hardly find it in you to care about this strange reversal. A particularly savage thrust buries you to the hilt, your swollen balls smacking against her. She squeals in delight, shuddering underneath you, and you feel delicious waves of milking pressure on your shaft as she orgasms. It's enough to push you the rest of the way as well, and you keep yourself buried inside her as heat surges up your cock.

You feel hot cum spray like a fountain from your swollen head, deep into her waiting womb. She's stuffed full in moments, and sticky semen dribbles from the corners of her stretched pussy, dripping down onto your churning balls. Her smooth belly is curved and taut underneath you, like she's a few months into pregnancy. Slumped over her, face still buried in her gorgeous tits, you gasp for air as that white-hot orgasm sends crackling aftershocks through your body. Her hands are in your hair, stroking gently through the silky strands.

"Good girl." She purrs softly. "You did very well." You moan softly in reply, not even sure you're capable of speaking right now. "Lucy, time to wake up." Your friend murmurs in your ear.

Your eyes flutter open, and you find yourself staring up at the dark ceiling of your apartment. As you struggle to sit up, suddenly restless, you realize you actually orgasmed in your sleep, drenching your thighs and blankets in warm cum. A wet dream, really? You haven't had one of those since you were a teenager. Stranger still, that was Christine you were dreaming of. Did her aggressive flirting have that much of an effect on you? You've never liked girls, but just the fading memory of what she did to you on that bed makes your softening cock stir once again.

Fuck, now everything's muddled up, and it's all her fault. You were tempted just to never speak to her again after that embarrassing display in the bar, but now you know that way will just leave you regretful and mourning one of your oldest friendships. You have to confront her, make her explain herself properly. Tomorrow, you decide. You'll give her a call and set up another meeting and this time you'll pick the venue, somewhere nice and private where you can talk. If she pulls that shit again, you'll leave her in the dust, but you have to know first if this is really the end for the two of you.

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In this path, Lucy will find herself swept away by a friend who seems nothing like she remembers. It will feature lots of futa on female, as the pair struggle for dominance over each other, with neither willing to give way entirely, plus some cuckoldry when the hapless husband enters the picture and Christine makes it clear he doesn't measure up to her new lover. Lucy will struggle to hold onto her principles as her friend drags her into a shadowy world of sex and hedonism populated by the wealthiest members of society.