Five Masks of Sin (Haremworld)

“Seriously?” My eyes opened wide in surprise.

“Yes.” He nodded again. “I want you to embrace what you have discovered. I’m not a jealous man, nor am I complicated. What we did doesn’t have to be complicated. Where it goes from here doesn’t have to be complicated.”

“Thank you.” I sighed and nodded. “I really appreciate that.”

I felt like I had definitely chosen the right guy to be my first, but what he said was right. I had been awakened in a way I didn’t completely understand. The years of sexual repression were blossoming into something that I had to explore. I returned to my room and put on my second dress. It wasn’t as lavish as what I wore the first night, but it transformed me into the masquerade version of a red fox, complete with a tail that was stitched into the back. I had no idea what I was going to do if I stayed the full seven days, because I was only able to afford three dresses. I had more confidence when I ventured out onto the dance floor the second night. I saw Maximo at the bar drinking, and it seemed like he was watching me. I looked around for someone to dance with and then I felt someone take my hand.

“Care to join me?” The man smiled and took a step back, pulling me towards the dance floor. “Foxes should stick together.”

The man that had taken my hand was older than Maximo. He had a silver beard underneath a mask similar to mine, except the fur along the top had a gray hue. It blended into his hair, which was a similar shade. Even though he was older, he was stout and once I stepped towards him, he twirled me with ease. I wasn’t sure exactly how old he was, but he looked like he had at least twenty years on me. He wasn’t someone I would have normally danced with, but his moves were impressive. I took one glance towards the bar and saw Maximo giving me a thumbs up.

Chapter 5: Simon

“Yeah, call me Daddy, you naughty little girl.” I raised my hand and brought it down on the exposed ass across my knee.

“I’m sorry, Daddy! Please don’t spank me!” She pouted and looked over her shoulder.

“Oh, you’re getting a spanking, all right.” I lifted my hand and brought it down again. “Then you’re going to show me how sorry you really are.”

The girl across my knee was a

young submissive that I met online. She had asked for the fantasy we were in the middle of and it was one I was enjoying—at least the spanking part. She was the perfect example of what my sex life had become once I hit thirty-five and started going gray. Most of the women my age were married with kids, and those that weren’t seemed intent on reliving their youth with younger men. I had pretty much given up on finding a serious relationship and after five years of meeting women online, I had learned that there were a lot of women looking for someone like me. The only problem was that they weren’t looking for anything serious. They were just looking for someone that could help them embrace their fantasy.

“Don’t put in there, Daddy.” She looked up at me as I mounted her once the spanking was done.

“Oh, it’s going in there. You better believe it.” I lifted her legs and growled.

This is the part I don’t like.

I loved sex. Sex was glorious. It was the sole reason I looked for beautiful young women that needed their Daddy issues addressed by someone like me. It was fine when the foreplay was in full swing. It was fine when they were over my knee for a spanking—that part I liked a lot. I just didn’t like having them call me Daddy while I was inside them. It just didn’t push any of my buttons. I liked to hear them scream my name while they looked in my eyes. I wanted them to be with me because they liked me, not the fantasy they craved. A woman that liked both sides would have been perfect. I would have even skipped the spanking to have sex that wasn’t grounded in fantasy.

And we’re done.

AFTER MY ENTERTAINMENT was over for the evening, I sat alone in my living room, sipping a glass of whiskey and enjoying a fine cigar. I liked having the freedom to do what I wanted inside my house, although I would have been fine huddling outside in the cold to smoke if it meant there was someone warm waiting inside. My divorce had been a brutal blow to my self-confidence and it took several years for me to find it again. I wasn’t ready to give up on life quite yet, but it didn’t seem like I was ever going to find someone that wanted more than a fantasy. I could have probably lived with that if my bed wasn’t a revolving door. It was funny in a way. There were lots of married guys my age that would killed for my life, and I would have killed to trade places with them.

“Hmm. The World Ball.” I tapped my tablet and loaded up the email notice I had received about the annual event.

I passed on this last year, but I wonder if I should actually consider going.

I knew a few people that had attended. One of my best friends met his wife at the World Ball. Of course, that was when he was a young man. I decided that it couldn’t hurt to sign up. I wasn’t even sure if they would accept me. As far as I knew, they catered to the younger crowd rather than someone my age. I put my information in the form, uploaded my most recent picture from work, and leaned back in my chair. I was still horny, despite getting off inside the girl that had kept me entertained, so I loaded up some porn and started stroking my cock. Some guys went online to find the filthiest porn imaginable, and a lot of the stuff they searched for happened in my bedroom. I just wanted something normal. I finally found something that would keep my interest and started stroking a little faster.

This is the kind of woman I need to find—someone that doesn’t mind a little roughness, but still wants the man they’re fucking.

THE FIRST NIGHT OF the World Ball was a bust. I had a few offers from young girls, but of course they called me Daddy before asking if I was going to give them my pin. As tempting as it was, I just didn’t want that. I could have that anytime. The girl that really got my attention was dancing with someone else. She was drop-dead gorgeous and dressed like a mermaid. It would have complimented my Poseidon outfit nicely, but she was already dancing with a rather attractive man, who was much younger than me and dressed as a phoenix. It pained me to go back to my room alone, and pained me even more when I saw her leave with him. The second night was shaping up like the first, and I was almost ready to call it quits when I saw her walk close to the dance floor wearing another outfit that complimented mine—a red fox.

This has to mean something right? What are the odds?

I had seriously considered dying my hair and shaving off my gray beard before the second night, just to see if I could dance with someone that wasn’t into that sort of thing. I decided against it since I already had a silver fox outfit for the second night, and it really wouldn’t look right if I did. I also didn’t want to give up what I had back home. It would take a while to get my look back and I really didn’t think I would have the kind of success I had been having if I gave up the one asset that was getting me laid. I had tried it once and the drought lasted for several months. I was planning to stay all seven days and I would be ready to take anyone home that I could find, even if it was just a fantasy for them after a few days of shunning the ones that showed interest.

“I saw you last night.” I smiled and twirled the red fox in my arms. “You left with someone else before I could introduce myself.”

“I’m Lyric.” She spun back towards me and I dipped her towards the floor.

“Simon.” I pulled her back to her feet. “I didn’t expect to see another fox here tonight, especially one as beautiful as you.”

“I figured my outfit was dorky enough that I would be the only one.” She laughed and stepped back with the beat of the music.

“I don’t think it’s dorky at all.” I put my hands on her hips. “I don’t think anything would look dorky around those curves.”