Jake couldn't believe his luck—or was it fate?—with his stripping gigs. After that wild first night at the mansion, where masked women had turned his debut into a frenzy of forbidden lust, he'd signed on for more shifts with Midnight Thrills. The agency praised his performance, booking him steadily. At 22, still navigating college life, the cash flow eased his burdens, and the thrill? It hooked him deeper than any drug. His body, honed from daily runs and weightlifting, became his weapon—broad shoulders, defined abs, a thick eight-inch cock that drew gasps every time it sprang free.
A week later, another call came: a birthday bash for a college classmate turning 21. The client was a group of sorority girls, all from his sociology class at the local university. 'Private party, twenty attendees, masks for everyone to keep it anonymous,' the coordinator explained. 'Theme is mystery seduction. You'll wear a simple black mask too—no one knows it's you.' Jake's stomach flipped. His classmates? The ones who giggled during lectures, eyed him in the halls, whispered about crushes? He knew them all: bubbly Emma the birthday girl, athletic Riley, shy but curvy Sophia, flirtatious twins Lena and Zoe, bookish Ava with her hidden wild side, and the rest—a mix of cheerleaders, artists, and party vets. If they recognized him... but the mask would save him. Lucky break.
The venue was a rented loft downtown, sleek and modern with exposed brick walls, dimmable lights, and a spacious living area perfect for dancing. Jake arrived early, heart racing under his casual button-down and slacks. The agency handler, a no-nonsense woman named Vic, prepped him in a back room. 'They want a slow build—tease them first, then full interaction. Toys and props are in that bag; use at your discretion. Record if they ask, but consent is key.' She handed him the mask, a sleek Zorro-style that covered his eyes and upper face, leaving his jawline exposed but altering his profile enough. He oiled his skin, the slick sheen catching the light on his pecs and thighs, and adjusted the bulge in his briefs. Music playlist ready: sultry R&B beats to start, escalating to heavy bass.
As the clock hit eight, the girls arrived in waves, laughter echoing through the loft. Jake peeked from the side room—twenty of them, all in skimpy party dresses, heels clicking on hardwood. Masks adorned every face: feathers, sequins, lace—turning familiar features into intriguing strangers. Emma, the birthday girl, wore a sparkling pink number that hugged her ample breasts and round ass, her mask a playful cat motif. Riley sported athletic shorts and a crop top, her toned legs endless. Sophia's flowy dress hid her soft curves, but her mask couldn't conceal her nervous excitement. The twins matched in red mini-dresses, Lena's blonde waves and Zoe's straight locks peeking out. Ava clutched a drink, her glasses swapped for contacts, mask making her look bolder.
The lights dimmed, and Vic announced over the speakers: 'Ladies, your entertainment has arrived. Let the mystery unfold.' Jake stepped out, mask in place, body moving to the slow thump of the bass. The room hushed, then erupted in cheers. He started conservative, swaying hips side to side, hands trailing down his chest as he unbuttoned his shirt one agonizing pearl at a time. Eyes locked on him through mask slits—hungry, appraising. 'Damn, he's hot,' Riley whispered loudly, fanning herself. Jake felt their gazes like caresses, his cock stirring as he shrugged off the shirt, flexing his arms to show off biceps.
Seduction began subtly, realistically, like a classroom flirtation amplified. Emma, emboldened by birthday shots, stood first, hips rolling in time with his. She approached the edge of the cleared 'stage' area—a rug marked with tape—her dress riding up to flash lace panties. 'Dance with me?' she purred, voice teasing. Jake nodded, stepping down, his hands hovering near her waist without touching yet. She turned, pressing her back to his chest, grinding her ass against his crotch. The friction made his dick harden fully, pressing into the cleft of her cheeks through fabric. Other girls watched, sipping drinks, bodies shifting restlessly—thighs crossing, nipples hardening under thin tops.
Riley joined, athletic and direct, grabbing his hand to place on her hip. 'Feel how I move,' she said, guiding him into a tandem sway. Her shorts were tight, camel toe visible as she dipped low, ass popping out. Jake's fingers dug in slightly, pulling her closer, inhaling her vanilla scent mixed with arousal. Sophia hung back at first, blushing under her mask, but Lena and Zoe pulled her forward. The twins flanked him, one on each side, their hands roaming his abs—light at first, tracing veins, then bolder, nails scraping. 'You're built like a god,' Lena breathed, her breath hot on his neck. Zoe leaned in, lips brushing his ear: 'Bet you're packing.'
The group encircled him slowly, a realistic escalation from party energy to charged intimacy. Drinks flowed, inhibitions melting. Ava, usually reserved, set her glass down and traced a finger along his V-line, dipping toward his belt. 'Show us more,' she demanded softly, surprising even herself. Jake obliged, unbuckling slowly, letting the clink of metal heighten tension. Pants slid down, revealing boxer briefs tented obscenely. Gasps rippled—'Holy shit, look at that outline.' He kicked the pants aside, turning to give a full view, ass cheeks flexing as he bent slightly.
Now the real seduction ignited. Emma dropped to her knees in front of him, face level with his bulge, eyes up through her mask. 'Can I?' she asked, hands on his thighs. Jake nodded, and she nuzzled her cheek against the fabric, mouthing the shape of his cock. The warmth seeped through, making him groan. Riley pressed from behind, hands cupping his ass, squeezing. 'Firm,' she murmured, one finger teasing the crack. Sophia, coaxed by the twins, reached out tentatively, stroking his chest, then lower, palming his balls through the briefs. 'It's so heavy,' she whispered, voice shaky with excitement.
They moved like a synchronized pack, touches building layers of heat. Lena untied her dress strap, letting one breast spill free—pert, pink nipple erect. She guided Jake's hand to it, and he pinched gently, rolling it between fingers. Zoe mirrored on the other side, freeing her own tit for his mouth. He sucked, tongue flicking the bud, drawing a moan. Ava knelt beside Emma, both women kissing along his inner thighs, breaths ghosting his skin. The air thickened with their scents—perfume, sweat, wet pussy.
No one rushed; it felt organic, like the party's natural progression. Jake hooked his thumbs in his briefs, pausing for effect. 'You want it?' he teased, voice modulated low. Affirmative murmurs filled the room. He shoved them down, cock bobbing free—thick shaft veined, head purple and slick with pre-cum. 'Fuck me,' Emma breathed, staring. Hands converged: Emma wrapped her fingers around the base, stroking slowly, thumb smearing the tip. Riley slapped his ass, then spread his cheeks lightly, her tongue darting out to lick his perineum. Sophia, gaining confidence, licked the underside of his shaft, tentative laps turning bolder.
The twins orchestrated a circle jerk of sorts—each girl taking turns sucking his tip while others fondled. Lena deepthroated first, gagging softly as she took half, saliva dripping. 'Good girl,' Jake encouraged, hand in her hair. Zoe followed, swirling her tongue around the head like candy. Ava surprised with technique, humming vibrations as she bobbed. Emma claimed longest, cheeks hollowing, eyes locked on his masked face. Riley preferred balls, sucking one into her mouth, rolling it gently. Sophia licked his taint, inching toward his asshole.
Seduction deepened with stripping. Dresses unzipped, pooling at feet—bras unclasped, panties tugged down. Bodies bared: Emma's full D-cups bouncing, shaved pussy glistening; Riley's perky B's and trimmed bush; Sophia's soft E's and natural bush; twins' matching C's, pierced nipples; Ava's modest B's, bald mound. They danced around him naked now, except masks and heels—twerking asses, grinding pussies on his thighs, tits pressed to his back. 'Touch us,' they begged. Jake's hands roamed: fingering Emma's slick folds, two fingers curling inside; pinching Riley's clit, making her buck; spanking Sophia's jiggling cheeks red.
The loft heated, AC struggling against moans and slaps of skin. They led him to the center couch, pushing him down. Emma straddled his face first, lowering her dripping pussy onto his mouth. 'Eat me out,' she commanded, grinding. Jake's tongue plunged, lapping her clit, sucking folds, delving into her hole. She rode hard, juices flooding his chin. Riley mounted his cock, sinking down slowly—her tight cunt stretching around him, inch by inch. 'So big,' she gasped, bottoming out, then bouncing, ass slapping his balls.
Others waited impatiently, fingering themselves or each other. Lena and Zoe sixty-nined nearby, pussies slurping, watching the show. Ava fetched the toy bag, pulling out a vibrator—buzzing it against her nipples before offering to Riley. 'Use it on your clit,' Jake suggested from below, voice muffled. Riley did, the vibe pressing her nub as she rode, cumming first—walls clenching his dick, squirting lightly on his abs.
Rotations began, relentless but paced realistically—girls tagging in after orgasms, bodies slick. Sophia took his cock next, shy at first, but once seated, she ground deep, her heavy tits swaying for him to suck. 'Bite them,' she pleaded. He did, teeth grazing, drawing yelps. Emma, post-face-ride, sucked his balls clean of Riley's juices. The twins double-teamed: one riding reverse cowgirl, ass cheeks spreading to show his shaft pistoning; the other sitting on his face, asshole to his tongue—he rimmed her puckered hole, probing deep.
Toys integrated naturally. Ava lubed a dildo, fucking herself while watching, then handed it to Jake. He slid it into Lena's ass as Zoe rode him, double penetration making her scream. 'Fuck, yes—stretch me!' Bondage emerged: silk ties from the bag bound Sophia's wrists behind her back, Jake fucking her doggy on the floor, pulling hair. She came hard, pussy gushing. Recording started organically—phones propped on tripods, capturing close-ups: cock plunging into wet cunts, toys vibrating clits, mouths stretched around his girth.
The group devolved into a cult of lust, girls chanting encouragements: 'Fuck her harder!' 'Make her cum!' Jake led sections—organizing a train where he fucked one while she ate the next. Emma in front, tongue in Riley's pussy; Riley bent over, taking his thrusts; Sophia behind, fingering Riley's ass. Chains formed: daisy of pussies and mouths. No rest—they refueled with water and shots, but bodies demanded more.
Gloryhole setup came midway, a clever partition from loft screens with a padded hole. 'Anonymous fun,' Emma announced, giggling. Jake's cock poked through, throbbing. First, a mouth—Sophia's tentative sucks, improving to sloppy deepthroats. 'Eight—use more suction,' he rated through the wall, groaning. Next, Ava's pussy backed on, grinding slow. 'Nine—so wet and warm.' She sped up, cumming with a muffled cry. Riley's ass followed, lubed tight, clenching as she twerked. 'Ten—ride it like you mean it.' Toys joined: a vibe alongside his dick in Lena's cunt, buzzing them both.
Zoe tied for the wildest—binding her own tits with rope from the bag, nipples clamped, then impaling on his gloryhole cock. 'Rate the pain,' she begged. 'Perfect—cum for me.' He did, flooding her depths. Girls rotated multiple times, his dick raw but eager, ratings guiding: 'Seven—deeper in the throat,' 'Ten—milk those balls dry.' They pissed playfully in one kink twist, warm streams on his shaft for cleanup licks.
Hours stretched—midnight to dawn. Jake tortured lightly: clamping vibes to clits during rides, watching bodies convulse; fisting Ava slowly, her walls stretching around knuckles. They bound him once, spread-eagle on the couch, using him as a fuck toy—pussies and mouths taking turns, toys in his ass probing prostate for explosive loads. He came five times, each rope painting tits, faces, insides—girls licking clean, sharing kisses.
Addict-like, they popped breath mints for fresh breath between acts, but hunger never waned. The loft reeked of sex—cum, sweat, lube. Jake loved it, the taboo of classmates devouring him incognito, his mask his shield. He led finales: a circle where all knelt, mouths and hands on his cock, jerking and sucking until final eruption, cum splattering masks.
As light filtered in, they collapsed, bodies entangled, whispers of 'best birthday ever.' Jake slipped away, mask last to go, grinning. Another gig, another secret devoured.