Unmasqued

"I'm going to tear you apart with my long, hard cock," he told her, pumping faster, grasping her nipples harder. "I'm going to tear your quim apart, I'm going to fuck you so hard. You've never had it like this before. You're going to beg me for more."

Pleasure-pain circled through her at his nasty, biting words. Maude's breath came faster and she tipped her head back. "Fuck me, Firmin. You're the manager. Fuck me. Tear my quim. Rip it up. Make me come."

"I'm gonna fuck you until you cry for mercy. I don't care if the whole Opera House hears you. And then I'm going to fuck you up the ass."

Pleasure blossomed suddenly and she moved her hips in time, back and forth, pressing against the wall in front of her. "Harder, Firmin. Fuck me harder! Work… harder!" She came again, her nipples tightening to the point of pain, pinched nearly flat by his fingers, and her sex trembling and weeping.

"Good. Now, on your back," Firmin said, pulling his long cock from her. He pushed her to the floor, onto her back, and straddled her belly. "Now, Madame Bitch, you're going to suck me." His cock jutted out so far it nearly touched her chin. She smiled in anticipation.

"I'm going to suck you like a child's lollipop. I'm going to suck you so hard, you're going to scream like a girl. And beg me to let you come." She lifted up and pulled his hips closer, bringing that slender cock into her mouth.

He sighed, closing his eyes, and jammed in as far as it would go. She coughed, choked, then sucked as though she could pull his insides out. She slipped both hands around the exposed length of his erection, working them as an extension of her mouth, trying to encase his entire length.

"Yes, you dirty bitch," he muttered as she worked beneath him. "You're going to drown in my spooge. You're going to choke and cough and I'm going to keep coming and coming…"

The music and dancing around them swelled and ebbed, and there were moments when Piangi's bass voicing of Mephistopheles slipped so low that anyone near the Hell scenery might be able to hear Firmin if they happened to be listening. But Maude didn't care. Her focus was on the long, slick cock that choked her every time it hit the back of her throat.

He played with her breasts, and she could tell he was getting close. She felt his come moving along the full length of his dick, shuttling along toward the head, where it would spurt into her welcoming mouth-and then suddenly he pulled back, out, away.

"I'm going to fuck your titties," he said hoarsely, gathering up her breasts in his hands. In the warm red glow of the Hell around them, she could see the fervency in his eyes. "I'm going to fuck those lovely tits of yours!"

He slid his cock in the valley between them, and reached behind him to slide one hand through the juices drenching her sex. He tweaked her sex, and she jerked beneath him again in a small surprise of an orgasm, and then he took his dripping hand and wiped his cock with her juices. Her smell mingled with his, musky and delicious, and Maude could not take her eyes from his glistening cock.

Then, with his long, warm hands, he pushed her breasts together hard, forming a tight, constricting passage around his cock. And then he started to stroke. Back and forth, the head of his cock bumping into her chin, his thumbs teasing her nipples as he worked back and forth in a heated frenzy. He looked down, watching, never taking his eyes from the slip and slide of his cock between her breasts. Maude had never been fucked like this before, and her labia constricted and swelled, and wanted that delicious wand inside her.

She reached around and found her nib behind his ass, and his cock head banged her chin when she shifted. Firmin was moving faster, his hips pumping, his ass flexing over her belly as he stroked and stroked… She touched her sex, jiggled it, just as he gave a massive gasp and spurted warm, thick come all over her chin and neck and into the pool at the bottom of her throat.

Maude jolted her pip and felt the same shudders sweep over her as she reached with her other hand to smooth the salty, musky come all over the head of his cock.

Then Firmin collapsed next to her and just about that time, they felt the scenery rolling back off the stage.

Moments later, when the scenery had been pushed aside, a very disheveled manager and a very properly buttoned, but lasciviously smiling, ballet mistress clambered out of the back of Hell, and no one was the wiser.

Maude had just found her way back into the stage area where the dancers were preparing for act III when one of the stagehands hurried up to her.

"Miss Daae has returned," he announced.

Chapter Eleven

"Christine! Please!" Raoul begged, holding her slender white hand in his. "Please tell me what happened during those days you disappeared. I've been trying to see you for weeks since your return, and you have been putting me off."

"But I am seeing you now." Christine looked away from his pleading blue eyes.