Dessous Party

Two days later, Lisa was standing outside the entrance to the venue. She was wearing the green mask the owner had given her, and a very skimpy, matching green lingerie set that he had sent her as a “bonus for the shoot”. The fabric was thin, almost see-through, and clung tightly to her breasts and hips.

She didn’t know that this very photo of her – with the green mask and the Dildo in the glory hole – was already hanging as a large promotional poster for the party and had been shared on all the venue’s social media channels.

Inside, it was dark; the music pulsed deeply and sensually. People in elaborate masks and fine lingerie were walking around everywhere. The atmosphere was electric.

Lisa walked slowly through the room. Her heart was racing. She’d never been to a party like this before.

A tall, muscular man wearing a black mask approached her. It was Peter ;-) – the male model from the car wash campaign. Jan had let him in on the secret, so he recognised her immediately despite the mask. He gave her a broad, charming smile.

“Wow… you look incredible,” he said in a slightly ****-tinged but charming voice. “That green mask and dessous really suits you.”

Lisa didn’t recognise him. She just smiled shyly and nodded. The two struck up a conversation. Peter was easy-going, paid her sincere compliments and flirted discreetly. Lisa felt flattered and a little tipsy from the single glass of sparkling wine she’d allowed herself.

Suddenly, a blonde woman wearing a silver mask approached her. It was Susi – the blonde model from the car wash campaign.

“Excuse me… aren’t you the woman from the advertising poster? The one with the green mask? I’d absolutely love to take a selfie with you – in the glory hole cubicle. That would be so cool for my story!”

Lisa hesitated briefly, but Susi was nice and excited. She nodded.

“Okay… but just a quick selfie.”

Susi took her hand and pulled her into the small, dark glory hole cubicle. No sooner had the door closed than Susi reached lightning-fast for Lisa’s lingerie top and yanked it over her head. Lisa was suddenly topless.

“Hey!” she protested, startled. “Just for the photo!” laughed Susi, kneeling down with her in front of the hole. She held up her mobile and took the selfie. Lisa stared into the camera, shocked and wide-eyed.

“It’s fine, your face is completely covered,” Susi reassured her, laughing beacaus her tits are visible to everyone. Then she stood up and left the cubicle, slamming the door behind her. Lisa was alone in the dark cubicle. She breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness… nobody saw anything. I’ll quickly get dressed again and get out of here. She fumbled in the dark for her lingerie top, but couldn’t find it. Then she looked for the door handle. It was stuck. She kept feeling around, found a small light switch on the wall and pressed it. Suddenly, an intense, deep green light came on. The entire small room glowed in a dark, sensual green. Lisa was topless, the green mask on her face, her breasts exposed and her nipples hard in a green light. The top was stuck in the door and could no longer be reached from the outside.

Lisa was trapped. Topless. In the glory hole! The door was jammed. The green lingerie top was wedged in the door and blocking the handle. She fumbled around in the dark in a panic, but found no way out. Her heart was racing.

Then she spotted a small, rectangular flap in the wall – exactly where the glory hole should be. Without thinking, she opened it and stretched her hand out to call for help. “Hello? Can anyone help me? The door’s jammed!”

From the outside, it looked completely different. The crowd stood reverently in front of the glass display case. Thanks to the perfect lighting and the cameras, Lisa was clearly visible: the green mask looked almost transparent, as did the green knickers. She knelt there topless, her heavy tits exposed, her nipples rock-hard and dark, her hand stretched through the hole – the universal sign for “I’m here. Give me cocks.”

Peter stepped up to the hole, grinned broadly and gently but firmly pushed Lisa’s outstretched hand back into the booth. Then he slowly pushed his hard, thick cock through the opening. Lisa froze. The cock , warm glans emerged through the hole right in front of her half-open mouth. She had enough room to step back – the cubicle wasn’t so cramped that she couldn’t have done so. Yet she stayed where she was. Her heart was pounding. She looked at the stranger’s cock, hanging heavy and throbbing before her face. Carefully, almost reverently, she raised her hand and stroked it. Her fingers glided over the thick shaft, feeling the veins, the heat, the slight dampness on the glans.

Lisa’s inner thoughts:

Oh God… this is real… this is a proper cock…

I should step back… I should shut my mouth…

Lukas… I gave him my arsehole, I was so horny for him… and he’s just gone. Two months. Not a proper fuck. Just two thrusts and then nothing.

He sent me here, after all… he said I should be braver… show more…

I’m allowed to have some fun too. Just once. Just today. Nobody can see me. The mask fits. It’s anonymous. It’s just… a game.

She parted her lips and took the glans into her mouth. Slowly, deeply, with a devotion that surprised even her. She sucked, licked, swirled her tongue. Her tits bounced with every movement of her head, her nipples hard and dark. She put on a magnificent show – exactly what she wanted at that moment.

She thought no one would see.

Outside the container

The crowd stood in reverent silence. Behind the glass walls, every detail was visible in razor-sharp clarity. Lisa on her knees, topless, the green mask on her face, her tits bouncing freely as she took a thick, stranger’s cock deep into her mouth. Jan stood a little way off and watched. He’d actually planned to go easy on her.

Jan’s inner monologue: Damn… I actually wanted to go easy on her after the last show. Just let her watch a bit, keep her a little horny and frustrated. But the little horny slut opens her mouth and beckons a cock over as if she’d been waiting for it her whole life. Now she’s sucking it like a proper porn star – tits bouncing, lips tight around the shaft, tongue everywhere. And she’s got no idea that hundreds of people are live watching on OF her blow a stranger’s cock right now.

The three models stood nearby, grinning broadly. The blonde laughed softly: “She’s really ****… look how greedily she’s sucking.” Jan kept filming. From inside and outside. For OnlyFans. For the archives. For everything. And Lisa gave it her all in the container – horny, **** and convinced that no one would ever find out.