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Sanctum: An erotic Halloween after party."A sanctuary to embrace the real you.should we even do this?"Jenna fastened her mask. A dark blue and maroon diamond checkered pattern spread across the length with a golden swirl trim. She kneaded her curls that danced around her face before applying a fresh coat of cherry lipstick."Little late to call it off now. C'mon, Rashida, we're almost there.""Yeah, I know,"—there was a pause after a deep sigh—"but we haven't done it—you know, it's been like fifteen years, right?"Jenna laughed. "Fifteen years overdue, baby. I need it. Bad. For every year I've been alive, that's how many I'm getting tonight."Rashida's mask nearly stayed put when her head whipped sideways. "Oh my lord, skank."Jenna collapsed her mirror, satisfied with her look. "So judgmental, but she forgets not being able to walk for three days last time.""I may have hobbled a bit," Rashida mumbled, downplaying the truth. "I may have had an ice pack or two.""This slut will need a walker after tonight."Rashida gasped. "How dare you! I'm not some crypt keeper-ass-bitch.""I'm going to use your walker if you don't need it," Jenna said with a stifled laugh."'Till next time!" Rashida cackled, pulling in towards the valet. "Oh, he's cute.""Oh, stop. Can't have the hired help."Rashida popped the door and the young man extended a hand. "Ma'am."She rose, a smile hidden by the crescent moon mask."What a lovely design," he said.The aged paint, a faded gold, was topped by a darker shade with a raised scroll embellishment that served as the branches to tiny green leaves. The center piece, a glossy amethyst, filled in the lips."Why thank you." Rashida pushed on her angled brown bangs with a hint of blush on her one exposed cheek."You look dashing, I must say.""You're too kind. May I take the key?""Absolutely.""Welcome to Sanctum," he said to Jenna as she rounded the car. "Hope you enjoy your stay.""You don't have to worry about that, love. Thank you."Slowly, Rashida's Porsche rolled off from in front of the perfect hedge line. Many heels clacked across the sidewalk as guests arrived, allowing them to blend in with the crowd. The two women passed a large fountain and found themselves at the back of two small, but annoying lines. Rashida scratched at her neck and looked around at their predicament."Yeesh. This has grown a bit.""Yeah, I'm sending a text," Jenna said, fingers dancing on the phone. "Now we wait."Ding!She latched onto Rashida and started off between the unfortunate guests who would be out there forever. She showed the two bouncers her phone and the loud chit chat was suddenly washed away by a cacophony of erotic waves. The door revealed more outrageous debauchery until the two stepped in what felt like a portal to another dimension.Fanciful white light in the grass turned into dim red from the double-vaulted cathedral dome. The hair on Rashida's neck stood up and a hot fire started to bloom in Jenna's chest. It was just like they had remembered: absolute insanity in the best possible way.To their left, Rashida looked on to a man on his hands and knees being straddled by an athletic redhead who only wore one thing: a monstrous pink strap-on the size of her forearm. Closer, next to the door, a tall chiseled god put his wrath into his hips, impaling a petite black woman who squealed at the top of her lungs.Jenna found a thick Asian woman in a slinky purple dress being manhandled by two large black men; neither attempted to slow down, sandwiching her into a stupor of grunts and moans. The smell of hypersexuality uplifted both of their spirits almost instantly; it was intoxicating and utterly hypnotizing.And that was just upon entering.Jenna leaned into Rashida, sliding fingers around her open back. "I'm so fucking horny already."Black lace roamed up Jenna's pearl tulip dress of smooth velvet. Rashida wanted to kiss her ear, but the mask denied her. "Happy Birthday."Jenna's thick, golden bracelets clinked together behind Rashida's neck and they embraced."You're a goddess in that dress."Rashida stepped back and flaunted her long sleeved lace. The bodycon stretch knit held tight to her slim sides and ended in a mini skirt. The keyhole opening revealed a delicious bust and a deep line in the middle."Maybe someone else around here will feel the same way," she said with a grin."Baby, eyes have been on us since we stepped in."****Room 1: The Great HallInto the dining room, the pair sauntered in with linked arms and took in the live music: a pianist and a violinist had a corner that filled the area with beautiful movement; bit minor, bit eerie considering it's Halloween. Jenna pointed to the gorgeous blonde on all fours who carried a silver tray full of red wine across her back. Both of them sipped quietly with Jenna taking a seat and Rashida sliding onto her lap. An assortment of mutual thrill seekers lined the stained, dark cherry table full of fruits, meats and other expensive cuisine.Jenna's glossy pink lips slurped around an incoming grape, nodding for Rashida to give another. Two stunning ladies came from behind them in nothing but seven inch platform heels. They carefully navigated atop the table until one laid on her back. The other straddled with a can of whipped cream, jerking it between her legs and spewing white along the woman's chest. The crowd watched on as it was devoured in a messy display. After smearing it everywhere, the swaying black bob descended into the inner thighs to feast on creamy lips."How're you ladies tonight?" A mystery man in a crisp blue suit knelt beside them; a decorative black shield curved to completely cover his face. Slicked back waves of silver hair caught Rashida's relaxed gaze, but Jenna couldn't turn away from the deep blues that cut right through the mask and right through her."I'd say better now." Jenna extended a hand."Anthony," he said, taking it. "What shall I call you?"Rashida followed suit, taking a gentle shake."Whatever you like.""What are you gorgeous angels looking for tonight?""We're looking at it," Jenna said slowly.He looked away with a hidden smile. "So, what am I getting myself into?""Two hard-working mom's who haven't been dealt with in years," Rashida blurted out. "And she's the birthday girl.""So, two submissive beauty queens that need stress stripped away. Oh, with a cherry on top for the special lady.""You got it, champ," Jenna said with a wink."Seems you're enjoying the show," he said with a point to the entertainment from the table. "Shall I interrupt?""You shall," Rashida said, watching him stand.The tall gentleman stepped in, slowly working his button down while their hands explored. His smooth, rock solid abdomen came into view, Rashida taking to it with gentle scraping of her nails. Jenna kept a long stroke of his bulge, slowly realizing she needed both hands to trek the full length."Ladies, this might require some teamwork.""We're basically sisters who finish,"—Rashida paused, yanking his belt buckle free—"each other's sentences."Rashida stood and Jenna sat up straight to press her face into the first sign of briefs. There was a deep inhale and a groan into the hefty trunk. An arm found its way to Rashida's tight behind, keeping her close while Jenna worked the tent out into the open. The man leaned into the cute brunette."This your first time?"Both of her hands snuck up his loosened silk, absorbing the heat. "No, sir.""I'm in the presence of a couple of veterans, then.""More like ancients, I think," she corrected.Jenna started a heavy slurp on the bloated, spongy head. Her long white nails travelled up and down, scratching at his hefty plums."If I'm here to serve two ancient goddesses, then that's what I'm here to do; and with great pleasure."She tapped his back and pulled away. "You're going to have your hands full with this hot momma." She nudged into Jenna and gave a tiny wave. "Come find me in a while.""Mmhmphm."The man watched her mosey off into the scene, placing a hand on top of Jenna's soft curls, right between the Gatto ears. "Nothing like a smoking hot soccer mom that sucks the best dick." His jacket and shirt were pulled away to reveal his Herculean physique, both hands returning to assist her. Neither of them could glance away. They were lost in each other's strong gaze."Bet you're hated by your clique for being this sexy. Husbands are always in trouble for gawking at this fucking fine ass body." He removed his hands and watched her effortlessly stuff her throat. A consistent curling of the fingers on his bloated balls churned a steady flow into her chest. "Get that birthday present, momma; you're fucking thirsty for it."Jenna loved being watched; the voyeur in her encouraged onlookers. One of the main attractions was watching and being watched. She gladly sucked this stranger off in front of two dozen people without a worry.Her head rolled in a gentle, subtle figure eight back and forth, forcing him to deep dive into her tonsils and beyond. His hands locked behind his head, giving her a full on view of his gigantic biceps, rigid chest and swathe of visible abs."That's it. That's it—you got it, baby," he growled. "Sexy ass MILF—going to make me cum hard. Get ready."His hips popped, kegels flexing in, with a gush of warmth cascading downward. Jenna's eyelids fluttered with multiple veins rising and falling against her lips. The man sighed and her head cocked, stuffed to the brim. Finally, her hair calmed and it popped from the glossy pink, clean as a whistle; not a single drop spilled or wasted. He took it by the base and fwapped it onto her mask."Now that's how it's done," he said, praising her. "Anything else, Queen?""I'll call for you." Jenna grinned and playfully shooed him off. A man and a woman from the other side of the table had smiles for her, seemingly interested in a repeat performance. Jenna blew on her nails and rubbed them out against her dress.****Up the stairs and beyond landed Rashida in a more controlled chaos. She kept a slow, sweet stroll past the rooms, eager to find something she liked; turns out, she liked them all.Memories returned and she spotted a naked man sporting just a single chain with a lion's head at the bottom: Platinum Dominus members only. Easily one hundred thousand to be one, yearly. His priority was at the top. Whatever he wanted, he got.Rashida slipped over to the door frame and caught an electric wand zipping at the bound woman's heavy chest. The blindfolded redhead squirmed on the sybian, mouth invaded by two alternating studs that were hung like horses; Sanctum didn't hire anything but extra large. The king of the room zapped her nipple again, making her thrash around in delight; and maybe some pain. In that moment, she sucked in a breath and liquid erupted between the young woman's thighs. White ropes blew out across her face in a messy barrage. It was just the beginning for her, however, as three men carefully nudged past Rashida.She meandered to the very next room and found three women mounted on the far wall with ropes intricately tied through them. Six or seven men stood in line while a trio of chiseled asses plowed in and out of their hoisted meat. There really wasn't another way for her to articulate it in her mind: they were simply holes to be filled and that moistened her panties the longer she stood there. It was so outrageously different from normal life that it overloaded her sensibilities.The thuds into pelvis floors fed into one giant wall of sound that evaporated after it hit the doorway. One man had exploded and turned away just as it spewed forth to the floor. The bound blond had lost her composure, dangling with little motion."Oou, my," Rashida said with a blush. She absentmindedly twirled a curl while the other men drained themselves and the next set took their place, bottoming out violently.Rashida wanted to touch herself and she was half way there, fondling a breast. Instead, she peeled away and found a balcony. The moon stripped away all the stars with its brightness and a gentle wind set off goosebumps. Carefully, she headed down a spiral staircase that segued into an expansive library. A slight rumble could be felt from the erotica above but the area was eerily quiet.She stepped up to a rather dusty shelf and pulled a seemingly random book. A loud creak echoed out and she faced a wooden door. She felt for the golden chains from her cleavage and presented a key to the hooded man behind the bars.
