You tag along with a friend to a sex party for the very first time. Youâre simultaneously excited and nervous, not knowing what to expect. Thereâs all kinds of naked bodies all around you, you donât know where to look first.
As your friend leaves to join an orgy, you walk around trying to decide how to ease yourself in and thatâs when you see it. A wall with a row of holes next to each other. The only parts of the people you can see are from the waist down. Dicks, vaginas, asses. All of it on display, waiting patiently to be fucked or already being fucked by anyone that passes by. Most of them are already occupied, but you spot a vacant one.
It seems less intimidating to just have a complete stranger fuck you, without even having to interact with each other. Before you can chicken out, you stride confidently behind the wall, taking your robe off so that you are completely nude.
People next to you are too busy being fucked to even notice you, and that helps relieve some of the nerves.
You slip the bottom half of your body through the hole, as you lay on your back. The last thing you expect is the soft, careful touch of someoneâs hand up your leg. In all honesty, you were just expecting someone to just shove their dick in, impatiently chasing their own release, but this isâŠdifferent. Intimate.
Unbeknownst to you, your brotherâs best friend, Rafe, is the stranger on the other side of the wall. He hadnât even entered the room for more than a minute, but his eyes immediately noticed the familiar tattoo on your ankle. A portrait of your childhood cat, with her initials underneath. There was no mistaking it.
He knew it was wrong, he shouldâve turned the other way. But it was like a magnet was pulling his body towards you. He sees some guy step forward, about to get his dick wet in your gorgeous pussy but Rafe is having none of that. He stalks over to him, shoving him away from you before he can even touch you.
The guy is about to say something, but is met with Rafeâs murderous stare and decides itâs not worth the hassle.
You begin to worry that something is wrong. You obviously canât see anything but no one has touched you yet. Doubts creep your mind until a hand is on your skin, and the worries wash away in an instant.
Itâs so gentle, slowly heading upâŠupâŠup towards your core. The hand massages your inner thigh, spreading your leg open wider. Youâre filled with anticipation about whatâs going to happen next.
A finger slides through your folds, the person takes their time, as if admiring your cunt. They caress your clit, the touch is light but the contact makes you flinch. You can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter.
He slides a finger through your walls and you bite the back of your hand to contain a whimper. Even with the wall between you, thereâs something that feels so personal about this. Itâs nothing like what you expected.
They slide another finger in and you grind your hips to feel them as deep inside of you as possible. A third finger follows and they all curl upwards to your g-spot, and then you see stars.
You donât realise youâve moaned out loud, but you stop caring the moment their thumb rubs circles on your clit as they drive their digits in and out of you. It continues in a steady rhythm, pushing you completely over the edge and youâre cumming sooner than you imagined.
Itâs kind of sweet that they prioritised the pleasure of a stranger over their own, you really admire that, you think to yourself.
Then their touch is gone, and you miss it instantly. Youâre still so turned on, but you donât just want anyone, you want *them*.
You reach your leg out, fearing that theyâve left but your foot brushes against the outside of their thigh. You sigh a breath of relief and smile to yourself.
Rafe is completely bewildered. Your pussy is better than coke, and he wants to touch you so badly, but he knows heâs already taken it too far.
Heâs contemplating leaving when your foot brushes against his leg and he stares at it in surprise. You want this. You want more.
He bites back a smile, and reminds himself that itâs not him you want. You donât even know who is on the other side of the wall.
But he doesnât care. Heâs got you now, and heâs not willing to give you up just yet. He shrugs off his robe and palms his dick, prepping it for you.
He places a peck on your knee and then heâs sliding inside your wet pussy.
You reach out as if to touch his abdomen, but your hands collide with the cardboard wall. You bite down on your lip hard, as he drives his cock deeper and deeper until he reaches your cervix. It doesnât feel enough, you want him closer, but this will have to do. Thatâs the entire purpose of a glory hole anyway. Anonymity.
His hands grip your hips to keep you steady as his thrusts become more powerful and sharp.
You search for something to hold onto but find nothing. You slip your hands over his on instinct, squeezing down firmly as your second orgasm builds in your body.
Your legs wrap around his ass to drive him closer, and as you do so, your clit rubs against his trimmed hair. Your climax hits you so aggressively that youâre trembling underneath him. Your thoughts become jumbled, youâre in a state of bliss. His orgasm follows shortly after as his seed fills up the condom. And then he pulls out, leaving you completely empty.
As you come back to your senses, you feel something hard and cold at the palm of your hand. You open it to reveal a ring. It looks vaguely familiar. It mustâve slipped off the strangerâs finger when you gripped his hand.
You study it closer, reading the initials, âR.C.â
Your heart drops to your stomach. It canât be, can it?
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After watching your favorite Only fans member, one who wears a Ghostface mask, you wish you could see him in real life. When you attend Midsummer, youâre shocked at whoâs the owner of that voice. Rafe Cameron.
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Disclaimer: Girl in photo is just for aesthetic! I donât look like that myself so itâs okay lol
Warnings! Female and male masterbation! Porn! Mask kink! Degrading! Blow Job!! No plot. Very little proof reading
Your clit was swollen and sore as your vibrator relentlessly moved , your eyes squeezed shut. Another night on only fans, moaning loud enough that you almost scared yourself and your spine curled on the bed.
âMy pretty little angel, coming on my cock? Your pretty pussy is so soft, I canât get enough.â His voice was addictive. Even if it was just from your phone.
After the third time, you finally pulled it away and panted. Your naked sweaty body underneath your cool room brought you to clean yourself up with a discarded shirt. You liked it messy but you didnât want it completely running down your legs.
Ghostface just had that effect on you. He was your favorite Only fans star.
You had subscribed last month, paying the maximum amount of money to get the most exclusive content. Personal messages and his own nickname for you. Little Angel or Angel. Which was the ironic purpose because you were anything but. Every night spreading your legs eagerly to a man in a mask. He wore others but this one was your favorite. He wouldnât reveal his face.
But he was tall, muscular with strong, long fingers and a thick, pulsing cock he finished stroking and cum spilled from the tip at the end of the video.
God, you wanted to blow him. Choke on whatever he gave you with no complaints. His voice was raspy and almost pleading at times.
But he was dominant. Everything you did was to his will.
You did exchange one picture with him. One where you were wearing your prettiest bra and panties after you came. Your cheeks were red, hair messy and your eyes glassy. You needed him to see the effect he had on you.
âPretty little angel. Fucked out for me. Youâre so fucking hot and so wet.â His message was always teasing. Ending just when you needed them to reach their peak. He did it on purpose.
You had a fantasy. Him breaking into your house with the mask, tying you to the bed and ripping off the mask before he buried his face in your cunt. The very idea caused your pussy to quiver. You watched another video and came again
Midsummer was the last thing you wanted to participate in. Even though you were technically a Kook, you hated the snobby assholes who looked down at anyone beneath them. Your parents werenât like that, even when they worked closely with the worst of them.
The Cameronâs. The very name of the family made you want to gag. Okay, you hadnât met them but you heard horror stories from Kiera, a girl you used to babysit as a teenager when she was in middle school, that they were evil. Especially the oldest. Rafe. He was a bully, stuck up and always got what he wanted. Including the company when Ward died on a tragic suicide on his own boat.
You wore a long, slick dress with high heels and a flower crown. Your hair spilling around your face and sweat proof makeup.
You felt pretty even though you dread seeing all these people. They knew you as a little girl, running around and following your rich parents. But you were so much more than that, especially as an adult.
Kiera waved at you and you returned it with a smile. The twinkling lights, gentle music and sunset was a beautiful picture as the dance floor filled. But your mind thought about Ghostface. What was he doing right now? Working his regular job? Planning more content? For you? Your cheeks warmed with memories. How dirty was that? Thinking about fucking a man in a mask while sweet couples swayed on the wood floor in front of you?
A few men offered to dance and you accepted. Awkwardly staring at their faces as they moved their hands too low on your waist but it was the most action you got in months other than your toys.
You were bored now. You had a fake smile, stood next to your parents for an hour before you decided to change scenery.
The inside of the house wasnât as crowded but people still talked while holding drinks in clear glasses. A variety of ages were there, especially with staff. You recognized Topper, he used to be close with the Cameronâs before their daughter stayed with the Pouges. But currently he and a black male were talking shit to a blonde boy carrying a tray of drinks.
Frowning, you went to follow them to stop the scene when your father called you over, you didnât know they came in.
âSweetheart, I want you to meet someone!â Turning, your eyes widened.
Rafe Cameron, who was wearing a blue tux gave you an alluring dark look and smile. His hair was slicked back, exposing his perfect bone structure and pink lips. He loomed over you and even your dad with his height as you stood in the circle.
âHi,â You clipped and stuck out your hand. His large hand was warm and strong as he shook yours.
âRafe was just telling us how nice it was to finally see you after hearing so much, werenât you?â Your mothers intentions were obvious as you tried not to roll your eyes. Yeah, heâs hot but heâs also an asshole.
âYouâre as pretty as an angel.â
You stumbled back, slipping onto the floor, legs bent as you fell on the floor.
âOh god! Baby, are you okay?â Your dad gasped.
Oh my god. His voice.
The nickname??
This couldnât be real. This could not happen. Rafe was faster and wrapped his arm around your waist, bending down to lift you to your feet. He brought you close, almost chest to chest as his hand settled on your hip. âAre you okay?â
You swallowed hard and started stuttering. âUm-Iâm okay I-uh you-â You snapped your mouth shut as he gave you a smirk. Oh, he knew you alright. You sent him a fucking picture after you touched yourself to his porn and now he was holding you up.
Tightly.
âHere, Iâll take her to make sure sheâs alright.â Rafe told your parents, his brows pulled together in concern-real or not as your mother nodded.
âOh youâre such a gentleman,â She gave you a subtle pinch on your arm as his arm tightened around your body.
You expected him to just walk you to the nearest room but instead he picked you up bridal style, your feet flying as he secured you easily.
Was this really happening? Rafe Cameron was Ghostface on Only fans and now he was carrying you down a hallway where there wasnât anyone to be found.
âMy little angel, acting like such a sweet girl. No one knows how much of a slut you actually are.â He popped open a door, exposing an empty room with a table and chairs after whispering in your ear, his teeth gently grazing the skin.
You breathed sharply as he set you down, pushing your legs apart with his knee. âIâve been dying to finally fuck this mouth thatâs always moaning for me,â He growled. âThis time without that fucking mask.â
âRafe-â You began but he shoved two fingers in your mouth to the back of your throat. His warm breath fanning your face as spit pooled from your mouth.
You gagged and rolled your head back. Heâd made himself spill with this exact hand. He circled them slowly. âIâve been wondering how that sounded from you.â
Without warning he grabbed a fist full of your hair and forced you from the table onto your knees. âAnd now, my angel is going to be my fucking whore.â He growled and tapped your cheek after pulling out his digits.
âOpen that filthy mouth and do exactly what youâre made for.â
Your polished nails frantically moved to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his suit pants. His black boxers made him look like a model on a menâs magazine as his hard dick leaked precum as you pulled them down. It hung heavily in front of you as your cunt tightened around nothing.
Rafe took a hold of his cock and slapped your cheek with it. âStick out your tongue,â He ordered and you obeyed. You wanted to please him. Be used by him and his commands were so fucking hot you could have came in your panties just from that.
Hearing his voice again stirred a raging fire inside you as you opened your mouth and sucked him like a lollipop. You pulled back to sloppily lick the sides, a pool of spit on your neck as your lips took him in. Rafes fingers in your hair pulled so tight more tears streamed down your face and stained your cheeks with makeup.
He started thrusting and hitting the back of your throat as he started fucking your face. âSuch a fucking little slut. Not an angel anymore, huh? A cock sucking bitch.â His degradation only turned you on more as you slurped and took it.
âIâm always taking care of you, now you get to return the fucking favor.â Rafe grunted and pulled even harder. âIâm gonna cum down your slutty throat.â
True to his word, he spilled into and all over your mouth. When he finally let you go, you coughed and wiped your lips. Lipstick was all over the back of your hand. Rafe took out his phone as he adjusted himself back into his pants. A flash clicked and you leaned back, doe eyes wide.
âNow, I have my own little picture when I jerk off.â He gave you a wink and bent down, âAnd don't wipe your face. Everyone is gonna know exactly whoâs cock youâve sucked.â
I look down at the tiny warm newborn held securely in his swaddle. It was unreal, I'm only 20, yet I hold another life I am responsible for in my arms. His blue eyes stare into mine as if he is shaming me even though I am his creator.
   Just a month ago, I was stuck on an island with my once enemies. Never had it crossed my mind that I was possibly pregnant. Every missed period I assumed was from insufficient nutrition and stress. However I was greatly mistaken. I barely even had a bump to begin with. The small baby boy in my arms was born no more than 5 pounds 8 ounces.
     After being rescued, being back home and well rested, I had gone into labor. I was completely oblivious to everything going on. In a blink of an eye I was here. In this bed. With a baby I was ashamed to hold.
    There was no doubt who his father was, for being only 2 hours old, he was a copy and paste of Rafe Cameron.Â
   Upon being asked about the father by the nurse, I lie. As if I wanted that murderer to be linked with me for the next 18 years. Even if Rafe had been off the island for almost a year.
imagine detective!rafe interviewing you about the murder of your (ex?)husband and he and the whole department are convinced you did it and heâs really rough and mean but you just play with him and you look so good while doing so. he wants to put you behind bars so badly but they just donât have proof so they have to let you go.
later that night, when youâre at home and drinking a glass of red wine he comes up at your door and pins you against the wall before giving the shit out of you