We’d been talking on Tumblr for months. We knew each other’s real names. We’d sent voice messages, had long late-night calls, and spilled every dark fantasy we had. We knew exactly how the other sounded when they came. But we had one rule we both wanted: when we finally met in person, I would wear a simple black fabric mask — the kind burglars wear. Only my eyes and mouth would be visible. She would never see my full face that night. She would only feel me — raw, anonymous, and completely merciless.
That was the fantasy we both craved. Tonight, room 412. She’s already waiting.
I slide the key card into the lock and push the door open. The hallway light slices across the carpet for a second before the door clicks shut behind me, dropping the room back into that soft, warm lamplight.
She’s sitting right on the edge of the king bed, knees pressed together, hands resting on her thighs like she’s trying to stay calm. She’s wearing nothing but a sheer black lace bralette that can barely hold her full tits and a tiny matching thong. Her nipples are already hard, poking against the thin fabric. The second she sees me — all in black, that tight fabric mask covering everything except my eyes and mouth — her breath hitches loud enough for me to hear, and her thighs squeeze even tighter.
I walk straight over without saying anything, boots heavy on the carpet, and stop right in front of her so my belt buckle is inches from her face. I hook two fingers under her chin and tilt her head up, forcing her to look straight into my eyes through the mask.
“You’ve seen my face in pictures. You know exactly who I am. But tonight you don’t get to see anything but my eyes and my mouth. You only get to feel what I do to you. Got it?”
I walk around her slowly, letting my fingers drag over her shoulder and down her spine. Then I hook them into the waistband of her thong and yank it down hard. The lace is already soaked through, a dark wet patch right in the middle. I leave it bunched around her ankles.
“Bend over the bed. Hands flat on the mattress. Ass up high. Legs spread.”
She does it right away, arching her back deep and spreading her legs. Her pussy is right there — smooth, puffy, shining with how wet she is. Her clit is already peeking out, and a thin string of her arousal is dripping slowly down her thigh.
I crouch behind her and spread her ass cheeks with both hands, taking a good long look. “Fuck, look at you,” I mutter, my voice a little muffled by the mask. “You’re already dripping. All those months telling me how badly you wanted to be ruined… and here you are, soaked for a masked man who knows your name.”
I run two thick fingers through her slick folds, then push them deep inside her without any warning. She’s burning hot and so tight my fingers slide in to the knuckle with a wet sound. She moans sharply, her hips twitching.
I start pumping them hard and fast, curling hard against her g-spot every time. With my other hand I undo my belt and pull out my cock — thick, heavy, already rock-hard and leaking. I stroke myself slowly while I finger-fuck her, loving the filthy wet noises her cunt is making.
“Please…” she whimpers, voice shaking.
I pull my fingers out and slap her pussy hard — once, twice, three times. The wet smacks fill the room. She cries out, legs trembling.
“Beg properly. Like the filthy little slut you were in all those messages.”
“Please fuck me, Sir. Use me hard. I want it rough. I need you to destroy me tonight. I’m so much better than your girlfriend anyway… I can take everything you give me. She could never handle you like this.”
Those words hit me like fire. I grab her hips tight enough to bruise, line my cock up, and slam into her in one brutal thrust. I bottom out instantly, balls slapping against her clit. She lets out a loud, broken moan that turns into a sob as I start pounding her without mercy.
The wet slap of skin on skin echoes through the room. I fuck her deep and hard, each thrust shoving her forward on the bed. I reach forward, wrap my hand around her throat from behind and squeeze just enough to make her breath catch. Her pussy clamps down around me like a vice.
“That’s it. Take every fucking inch, you greedy whore. You know how thick I am, and now you’re finally getting stretched and ruined by it — bent over like a toy while I wear this mask. You really think you’re better than her? Then prove it. Milk my cock with that tight little cunt.”
I smack her ass over and over — hard, stinging slaps that leave bright red handprints on her pale skin. Then I slide my hand underneath and rub her swollen clit in fast, rough circles. Her whole body starts shaking hard.
“Come on my cock right now. Squirt for me.”
She comes with a loud, desperate scream, her pussy spasming wildly around me, hot squirt gushing out around my cock and soaking my balls, her thighs, and the sheets. I don’t slow down at all. I just keep fucking her through it, even harder.
When her legs start to buckle I pull out, flip her onto her back, shove her knees up to her chest until she’s folded in half, and slam back into her soaked cunt in one savage thrust. This angle lets me go even deeper. I pin her wrists above her head with one hand and slap her tits hard with the other, watching them bounce and turn red with every brutal stroke.
“Look at you,” I growl, eyes burning through the mask as I stare down at her tear-streaked face and smudged mascara. “You’ve seen my face, you know my name, but tonight you’re still getting fucked stupid by the masked version of me. Your cunt is creaming all over my cock and you don’t even get to look me in the eyes while I ruin you. Say it again — tell me how much better you are.”
She gasps between moans, voice cracking: “I’m better… so much better than your girlfriend… I can take it all… use me harder, Sir.”
I lean down and bite her neck hard, sucking a dark mark into her skin. She whimpers my name like it’s the only word she knows.
My orgasm is building fast. At the last second I pull out, climb up and straddle her chest, stroking my glistening cock furiously right over her face.
“Open your mouth wide. Tongue out. Eyes on the mask.”
She does it instantly — lips parted, tongue flat, eyes locked on the black mask. The first thick rope of cum lands across her tongue and lips. More spurts hit her cheek, the bridge of her nose, her forehead. I keep going until heavy streams cover her face and drip down onto her tits, leaving her a complete, messy, glazed wreck.
I slap my cock against her cum-covered tongue a couple times, then sit back, breathing hard, looking down at her.
“Stay exactly like that,” I tell her, voice low and rough. “I’m nowhere near done with you tonight. We’ve got hours, and I remember every filthy thing you ever told me you wanted.”
She licks her lips slowly, tasting me, and whispers hoarsely, “Yes, Sir… I’m better. Use me all night.”
I smile behind the mask, my cock already twitching again.
This is only the beginning.
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