party or orgy?

"For God's sake Jonas, I'm telling you they're acting weird downstairs!"

"Right, do you really think I will believe that they're all acting like they're about to jump at each other and fuck like in some porno? Please stop shitting me, Tara."

Tara huffed at her friend. Jonas is a nice guy but sometimes he could be a real dork. She had spent almost twenty minutes trying to convince him of what she saw downstairs but without success. She didn't want to go back to the party but at the same time, she really wanted to convince him.

"Look, Jonas, Could you come downstairs with me and see for yourself?"

"What? You really want to spy on our parents while they're having their own 'Eyes wide shut party' do you?" he answered. "Or you just want to prove you're right as always?"

Tara bit her lips but didn't answer. Of course, she wanted to prove him she was right, she knew it was one of her faults, she always wanted to have the last word in a debate. Finally, she stood up and grabbed Jonas hand, forcefully moving him out of his chair and toward the living room downstairs. The two young adults quietly walked into the dark hallway, the scented candles being the only source of light. Both of them gasped as they heard a loud moan coming from the living room. Creeping around the door edge, Tara gazed into the room and dropped her jaw.

“Oh. My. God.” She muttered quietly.

"What? What"s happening" Jonas whispered. He moved forward, crouching behind her and gasped at what he saw.

Inside the room, the corrupted masks and candles had taken their toll. The previously very erotic party had morphed into a pornographic orgy, all senses of discretion or decency had been tossed aside. Curtiss groaned in ecstasy, thrashing his head around as his legs instinctively kicked the table away to give them more room. Irina was on her knees, hungrily bobbing her mouth on her husband's cock. She took his entire length into her drooling mouth with ease, mewling around it while her hands were rubbing her rock-hard nipples that popped out of her dress. The blond bimbo had always enjoyed giving head and she was quite good at it, a quality that helped her keeping countless lovers and sugar daddies before she met Curtiss. But tonight was different. For her, it was the hottest sex she ever had and she hasn't even touched her pussy!

Next to the duo, Serena's husband was sitting with his wife splayed on top of him. Both of them were kissing lewdly, licking each other's tongues while his hand was busy fingering Serena's dripping cunt. The dark-haired woman was staying idle, one of her hand had removed Frank's hard cock and was masturbating him. Richard was sitting at the end of the large couch, groaning as Serena's nimble foot was massaging his crotch. Each time he tried to remove it from his pants Serena pressed painfully on his crotch, sending him a dark glare under her red mask. Amanda was the busiest one. She was naked save from her heels and jewellery, standing in the middle of the room and surrounded by Mitch, Tony and Jamal. They all had their dicks in the open, frantically masturbating while servicing Amanda like she was a goddess. Mitch was alternately licking and sucking each of her tits, too engrossed by his task to notice how they were slowly inflating, the already large DDs swelling bigger with each moan of pleasure coming from Amanda. Tony and Jamal were kneeling below her, Jamal frantically licking her cunt while his friend was doing the same with her tightest hole.

Meanwhile, Béatrix remained obvious of the shocking display of lust around her. She was a good hostess, she needed to make a good impression, she needed to make her guests happy. In her cloudy mind that was all that mattered right now. So she moved around each group, obvious that her small talk only got groans and moans as answers. She started by offering glasses of champagne or finger food but soon began to be more tactile, caressing an erect shaft here, delicately massaging an exposed breast or running a finger on a drenched slit there. It was obvious that the female guests were in charge. The men were becoming more like pleasure-providing tools for them. They also still patronizing Béatrix, seeing her as no more than a maid at their full disposal.

"I..." Curtiss's eyes rolled back as he sprayed his wife's mouth with cum. Irina greedily swallowed the whole load, tonguing his piss-slit to get the last few drops. He groaned weakly as he tried to stand up, he was feeling unusually tired but his cock seemed to think the opposite, standing fully erect in his wife's hand.

"H-honey, I don't think I can..." he mumbled as Irina straddled him reverse cowgirl.

"Hush darling, I'm totally sure you can... mmhhhh... Yessss fuck me," she answered, bouncing up and down his prone body.

"Do you need anything?" Béatrix asked the rutting couple, obvious to anything except pleasing her guest.

"Mmmhhh yes, yes please, you can help me cum, lick em'! lick my titties," she moaned. Béatrix didn't make her wait and began to dutifully lick the blonde's bouncing breasts, with special attention to the erect nipples. Despite her inexperience, it was enough to make Irina cum, her cunt squeezing Curtiss's cock until it made him groan with discomfort. Béatrix stood up but before she left to see the others, Irina mashed her plump lips on Béatrix's. The mesmerized woman's tongue was battled into submission by Irina's eager one, none of them realizing how her mask seemed to be merging with her face, its owner's already beautiful face improving into one worthy of a supermodel. Except that a model didn't have a lush purple coloured face, with each moan of pleasure, her corruption took a stronger hold on her, her neck slowly turning the same purple hue. She finally released Béatrix, letting the panting woman trying to regain her composure as she doubled her efforts to drain Curtiss.

***

In the hallway, the two teenagers watched, totally enthralled by the lewd show that unfurled in front of them. Tara was leaning toward the door while Jonas stood behind her, craning his neck, unable to stop watching. Neither of them noticed the smell of a nearby candle as their lust began to grow stronger.