The mask room

October, a different club, masks allowed and ID at the door again. I am twenty-three and I am an adult, and I look like one because I am one. I stood in a dim room with no signs, bleached crop, black shirt, a plain black mask in my hand. I put it on before anyone touched me. I had decided to keep it on. Nour is twenty-seven. Freddy is thirty-four. She told me her age when I asked. He showed ID. I did not give them my name. I said I wanted her mouth on my cunt and his cock in my cunt, and the mask was staying put.

Nour kissed the edge of the mask, then knelt and opened my pants. She licked my cunt with a focus I liked, tongue on my clit, two fingers when I said fingers. I held the mask so it would not ride. Freddy waited until I pointed at his cock. He took it out and stroked his cock. I told Nour to keep licking and I told Freddy to fuck me when I turned. I turned. She stayed low and licked my clit while he fucked his cock into my cunt from behind. The stretch and her tongue at once made my knees soft. He fucked my cunt in deep strokes. She moaned against my clit like the taste was doing something for her too. I was loud under the mask.

I came with the mask still on, cunt gripping Freddy's cock, Nour's mouth steady, my hand on the wall. I said I was cumming. I said fuck. I did not lift the mask. He fucked my cunt through it and then I told him to pull out. I did not want a number and I did not want his cum kept on me. He came in his hand because I said hand. Nour kissed my thigh and stood. I fixed my pants, mask on, and I left without giving my name and without taking a way to be found. The night air on my crop felt like a clean end. None of the gallery had been in that room.