Hands tied and still blindfolded, another person enters.
You lie on your back still blindfolded, your heart pounding. “What have I just done?” you ask yourself. You let a stranger have his way with you just to prove a point.
He was right though. The sleep mask did make it exciting. What was it about this man? There was total relaxation and trust with him. It was an innate feeling that he reveled in your pleasure and also had respect for your intelligence as a person. He understood the whole you. The confident businesslike you as well as the naughty you. This was something special.
“Oh my God, you’ve just destroyed me,” you hear yourself say. ” And in the most wonderful way.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed my experiment,” I say. “I have to admit, as beautiful as you were to meet in the coffee shop, you’re even more beautiful naked with my hard cock inside you.”
“It’s hard to talk,” you reply as you continue gulping air. “Give me a moment to catch my breath.”
“Moment given,” I say. “But keep your mask on. I still have plans for you.”
Something about those words makes your heart pound. What could be next? As you lay there you struggle to hear me and try to figure out what I’m doing. You hear the sound of a door opening. Can anyone see in? And what would they see? You lying naked with your legs open on the bed, freshly fucked and dripping wet, bound and blindfolded. A slave to this stranger.
You debate taking your mask off for just a moment and realize you can’t. Your arms are still tied behind your back.
You notice the sound of voices in the hallway. The door must still be open. What are they saying? Where are they standing? Can anyone see inside?
Finally, the door closes and you speak.
“What’s going on?” you ask.
“I’m setting up for part two.” There’s a confident smile in my voice that you can see with your mind’s eye. You know I’m enjoying this.
“You’ve experienced what it’s like to get extreme pleasure with one of your senses taken away,” I continue. Now it’s time for two.”
You wonder how I’m going to manage that. But before you can ask I add, “I have special noise-canceling headphones that will take away your sense of hearing. I’m just waiting on some batteries.”
At that moment you hear a knock at the door and feel a blast of cool air as it opens.
“Oh my God,” you think. “Someone is right there. Can they see me?”
As the door closes you’re aware of a second set of footsteps on the carpet. Your hearing is super sharp as is your nose. Is that perfume you smell?
“Who’s there?” you ask.
“It’s just my assistant Natasha,” I reply. “No worries, she’s as gentle and respectful as I am. I’ve told her what a beautiful and wonderful person you are – she’s eager to help.”
You feel her fingers caress your face and her soft lips kiss you in a way that’s incredibly arousing. You feel something being put on your head. They’re noise-canceling headphones and they’re light. It’s almost like they’re not there, but they are. Suddenly the sounds of the room disappear.
Your heart begins to pound harder and faster. You feel Natasha and I flip you from your back to your stomach. Our gentle hands caress your breasts as we touch and jiggle them. Then, once you’re positioned we massage your ass.
After a moment, my hands are caressing your face. You feel another kiss against your lips – sensual and masculine. I’m obviously in front of you. But where is the other person?
Before you can answer that you smell something. It has both my scent and yours. You realize it must be my cock. You can’t hear my commands, but you don’t need to. The way I gently caress your lips, the masculine wetness you can feel and smell.
It’s not time to open your mouth up just yet. You feel me massaging your beautiful face with the tip of my cock, imprinting myself and our sexual escapade in a thin layer all over your face.
You are reminded again that I’m a stranger and we’ve shared some of the most intimate experiences already. My hand begins to caress your hair and as I grip it, and press my cock against your lips, you know it’s time to open your mouth.
With no vision or sound, your taste is heightened. Although you can’t hear me, you can picture what I’m saying to you in your mind.
“Now you can taste us. REALLY taste us. Taste is so intimate isn’t it? Just savor the flavor of our sexual being.”
You do and it’s exciting. You feel me harden even more in your mouth as my grip strengthens. But there’s something else now. A delicate hand is rubbing slowly and gently on the inside of your thigh.
The feeling of the hand is surprisingly amazing. As she continues her slow and gentle journey, she knows exactly where and how to touch you to get you aroused.
You suddenly picture yourself now, lying on your stomach, blindfolded with headphones on with me thrusting into your mouth. It’s the most vulnerable and wonderful piece of pornography and it’s there vividly in your mind, and in your senses.
You suddenly feel a tongue caressing your pussy and you add that to the scene. You have no idea what Natasha looks like, but you picture her, face obscured between your ass cheeks, tasting your juices as I grip your hair and probe your mouth like you’re my amusement park.
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Natasha’s tongue and fingers avoid your clit at first, circling around your pubic mound. It’s driving you crazy, but it’s a wonderful combination to my exploration of your mouth.
You feel yourself rocking back and forth to extract more pleasure from Natasha’s tongue. The rocking matches the thrust of my cock. It feels even harder now. And you can feel the edge of my balls bounce against your chin. Are they getting primed to explode?
It suddenly strikes you that you have no choice. Where will I cum? Will i plunge myself deep in your throat so that you have to swallow? Will I unload in your mouth, or will I pull out and cum all over your face?
Suddenly your mind becomes distracted by something else. Natasha is using her fingers and tongue just the way you like it. You take a moment and revel in the delight of the orgasm you know is building inside you. You push quicker into her face even as you feel me speed up.
A sound emanates from your throat but it gets no farther than my cock. You’re cumming. It’s uncontrollable. You feel something. Are you really squirting? Yes! The wetness is unmistakable. You push yourself into her tongue and fingers and let loose, thinking of Natasha’s face becoming awash in your sexual torrent. It feels so good.
A wave of wonderful warm numbness slides up your spine. You lose yourself in it for a moment and almost forget about me. But the thrusts are harder and faster in your mouth. You can tell I’m about to cum. What Will I do?
My motion is faster but more shallow. And I’m in the middle of your mouth when you feel it, hot and thick quickly pooling on your tongue as my hand grips your hair with ferocity. You feel the pulses run down my cock as my load continues to grow.
You’ve never experienced the taste of a man quite like this before. It’s like the first time and it’s suddenly more pleasurable than you could have imagined.
For a moment you feel as if the myriad of tastes reflect all the facets of my personality. Everything that makes me intriguing, kind, sensual and hot can be experienced on your tongue right now.
It’s not stopping yet and you wonder how long you can hold on as you feel your mouth being filled. You quickly realize how much you must turn me on for me to unleash myself so fully into you.
You feel the hot pulses stop, but my cock is still inside your mouth, experiencing the last strokes of pleasure. You feel the blindfold and the headphones being torn off you and you look at the scene for the first time on the mirrored closet next to the bed.
Natasha is still lapping up your wetness on your upper thighs, and you can only see the top of her head. As I move slightly to the side you can see yourself with my cock still in your mouth. Slowly I slide out. There’s so much cum you cough slightly which sends much of it sliding down your chin.
I pick you up and move you to the mirror so you can see the hot cum roll down your face and drip to your breasts. You feel me breathing heavily as I press myself close to you, my hand on your breast.
Natasha appears on the other side, smiling, her hand on your other breast. Not only is she beautiful but her face and chin are covered in your juices.
With the three of us pressed together in a warm intimate embrace, our intimacy dripping from your faces, you think back to how quickly we met, less than two hours ago, in a humble and quiet little coffee shop.
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