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Blindfold

By: hellimnoangel



The last time we talked, I had asked him to be wearing only the silk boxers, he didn't disappoint me. I entered the room and I saw him standing there, I'm glad I stopped earlier, I want to get started without interruptions. I turn and lock the door, kick off my shoes and my shirt. I'm now only wearing my hunting pants with the big pockets. I put my bag by the bed. I walk up to Mike, run my hands over his body, then reach into my left pocket-bringing out the blindfold. I slip it over his eyes, all the while not saying a word. I kiss him on the lips as I lead him to the bed.

I lay him down, running my tongue over his nipples, rubbing his cock through the boxers, knowing he likes the feel of silk rubbing against his cock. I slowly make my way back up his body-my tongue and kips tasting everything on the way. I kiss him again, then whisper in his ear, "Indulge my fantasy Mike" as I reach into my other pocket and bring out the handcuffs. I lift both arms over his head, placing one cuff on the left wrist and one on the right, all the while continuing to lick and suck him.

I take my lips to his one more time before I start slowly down his body, kissing and sucking. I get to his boxers and his cock is straining to be released. I slowly take the boxers off, never letting my lips leave his body. My mouth goes to his cock, I take it into my mouth, slowly licking it while I suck. My hands reach to stroke slowly up and down. With one hand I unzip my pants letting them drop to the floor. I continue to lick and suck him, but I bend down to get my bag, unzipping it, I reach in and bring out my toy.

I turn it on, I can see Mike hears it, I continue pleasuring him, but start to do the same to myself. I plunge the toy deep into me, letting the clit stimulator work its magic. I can't help myself, I start to moan with the pleasure of it. "Oh god Jackie" Mike says. I keep working with my toy while sucking and stroking Mike. I can feel him tighten, and I am almost ready to cum. I turn off the toy, and get on the bed-mounting Mike. I ease down on him, my tremors continue. He starts pumping his ass up and down, as I start riding him. "Oh yes Mike, fuck me now" I plead.

He goes faster and faster, up and down as I ride him. I reach to release his handcuffs, I need his hands on my body. He reaches out to me as we strain together. "Oh god yes, this feels good" I say. "Oh...Mike, I can't hold it" I moan. "Cum for me Jackie" he says. I strain to release it, oh god yes...I cum over and over again as he continues to pump into me. "Uggggg..." he moans as his cum shoots into me. We both lay exhausted, I'm licking and sucking him, trying to calm down.

"Baby, I have more toys" I say smiling up at him. He raises his eyebrows at me and says "My turn baby, my turn."

Blindfold Part 2

I lay naked on the bed, calming down from our lovemaking. My hands are busy stroking him, tweaking his titties, running down his stomach to his cock. I can hardly wait to feel him inside me again. He turns over and says "My turn Jackie." He reaches out to me, slowly running his left hand over my shoulder to my right tit. He rolls the nipple between his fingers then continues down my body till his hand is lightly rubbing my pussy.

I lay on my back, close my eyes and just enjoy the feel. He slowly starts stroking my clit with his fingers, while he bends over to suck on my breasts. I can feel my nipples harden. I reach out to press his head harder onto my, running my other hand down his arm following it to my clit. I stroke his hand, wanting it to go faster. He leaves my breast and I feel him move down the bed. My hands go to his shoulders as I feel his mouth move down my tummy, licking and sucking its way.

His tongue reaches my clit, flicks it fast and teases me. I groan "Oh Mike." He places his hands on my ass, spreading me farther apart as he starts licking and sucking me. His tongue never leaves, I can feel it dart in and out. His lips press harder to get to me, I feel the pressure building in me. I spread my legs wider to let him have what he wants. My hands reach out to his shoulders, pulling him deeper into my pussy. My ass is squirming with the need to explode.

"Harder Mike, faster" I beg. He kneels on the bed, raising my ass up to his face, licking and sucking. He plunges one finger into my cunt, never letting his tongue or his lips stop. My hands leave his shoulders, I lay them flat on the bed, my eyes open, I need to see him. I start pumping my ass, squirming and wiggling to get closer, deeper to Mike. He pulls my cunt apart, exposing the clit to his tongue and lips. I feel him sucking harder on it. The pressure is unbearable, my legs start to tighten, I can feel it coming.

"Oh god babe, yes-that feels good, don't stop" I say. My breathing is getting harder. I can feel it coming. Oh...I pump juices into his mouth, raising my hands to pull his face deeper into me, my ass is pumping. I'm quivering and he releases me, gently laying me down, stroking me. I feel his cock, oh god its ready. I pull him to me "fuck me Mike NOW." He drives into me. I wrap my legs around his back, reaching up to hold my ankles- I feel him going deeper...deeper.

He places his hands on either side of my head and looks into my eyes as he strokes in then out of me, going faster with each stroke. I can barely hold on, I strain to get my legs higher out of his way-spreading my cunt open farther for his cock. "Oh yes Mike" I moan. I strain to suck his tits, kiss his lips. I need the contact. Harder and faster he's pumping, I can feel his cock throbbing in me. "Jackie, are you ready?" he says as he drives over and over into me. Yes, yes oh god am I ready. I can't speak, I just shake my head yes.

He strokes once, twice, three times and cums in me, over and over, I feel the juices fill me as I let go and cry out. Oh shit...my cunt quivers and shoots cum. I'm shaking with the first real orgasm in my life. We lay down, stroking and kissing each other. I cant speak from the pure pleasure of it. Mike strokes me, covers me with blankets and we lay spooning, relaxing. And its only 4 o'clock, we have a long, long day ahead of us.

Blindfold



I woke up. I had no idea where I was. I suddenly realized that my eyes were open but I could only see pitch-blackness. I tried to call out but found my mouth was covered by, most likely, duct tape. Then I noticed my hands were bound above my head. I tried to move my legs and felt the same thing. 

I was lying down. It felt like I was blindfolded and tied to a bed. My heart raced as I listened for any familiar sound I could detect. I heard nothing. My mind blared as I realized I was totally naked. I tried freeing myself by thrashing my body and twisting my arms and legs. The restraints wouldn't budge. I couldn't think rationally, I just heard ringing and saw nothing. 

I could hardly breath because of the gag on my mouth. I snorted through my nose and made muted calls for help as I continued my mania. Finally I forced myself to calm down realizing panic would be my worst enemy in this situation. The ringing subsided and closing my eyes helped relieve the anxiety caused by the blindfold. 

The only thing I could remember was leaving work Friday evening. I couldn't tell if it was day or night and I didn't know what day it was or how long I'd been lying there. I imagined every horrible possibility and nearly lost my mind worrying about what was going to happen to me. 

I had obviously been kidnapped and most likely drugged. I didn't feel injured. I didn't feel like any of my parts had been violated either. I was surprisingly relieved while I was unbelievably afraid at the same time. 

I heard what sounded like a light switch. I immediately opened my eyes expecting to finally see but was sickened when I saw only the same horrid blackness and remembered my blindfold. I was on the brink of insanity. I imagined the most evil, disgusting looking man standing there with the power of life and death over me. 

He spoke, "I guess you're wondering why you're here." 

His voice was calm; almost pleasant, but the circumstances made him a demon to me nonetheless. I didn't say a word, how could I? I heard the bed creak and felt it shift and imagined him climbing onto it. The bed stilled, I waited. My mind was blaring again and I was pushing nearer insanity. 

I felt something warm and moist on my toes and tried to pull my foot away but was stopped short by my binding. Was he was licking my toes and feet? It was unbearable. My stomach tensed and I fisted my feet and hands but was totally helpless to escape or defend myself. He worked his way up my calf, passed my knee and to my inner upper thigh. Soon he was about two inches from my vagina licking and sucking my thigh, alternating from one thigh to the other. 

I was horrified. I tried to think about something else, anything else; I tried to escape mentally but I kept returning to reality of what was happening to me, and the feeling of being repulsed by his advances. 

I could feel him licking my pussy hairs and he held them between his teeth pulling and breathing hot air. My skin crawled. Suddenly he plunged his tongue into me and began sucking and eating me relentlessly. 

I held back vomit as he ate my pussy against my will. I felt my pussy involuntarily lubricating. The thought that I was getting wet automatically -- despite my obvious protest against what was happening to me caused me to snap. 

I lost all resistance and my limbs hung limp. I could no loner move. I was somewhere else. 

I felt his hand probe deeply inside my wet pussy. It stopped where the rim of my diaphragm covered my cervix. His index finger tried to pull down and hook behind the diaphragm. After his finger slipped a few tries, he told me bear down as though I were having a bowel movement.

Squinting behind the mask I pushed down hard allowing my diaphragm to loosen. He then inserted his index finger between the diaphragm and my pubic bone to break the suction created by the diaphragm. He removed the diaphragm leaving my fertile pussy vulnerable.

Sometime later I vaguely realized that he'd slid his unusually large prick into me. I heard his panting and the wet suction sounds of his pumping in and out of my now unprotected pussy, but didn't really comprehend that it was actually my body that was being violated.

My thoughts wandered further into subconscious dalliance and I was not in that horrible place anymore. I was leaving work. driving to my normal hang out, a swingers club near Deep Ellum in downtown Dallas. I was having a few drinks with a couple I liked to swap with. 

In my mind I heard them say, "So are you still in?" 

I said, "Why of course, I wouldn't miss this opportunity for the world." 

What opportunity was I talking about? This too seemed like a distant memory. 

Suddenly, without further delay, everything came together: what I was doing tied up and blindfolded with this sick bastard fucking me, and what I was talking about when I said, "Of course, I wouldn't miss this opportunity for the world." 

I had paid my swinging friends to arrange my own abduction and rape. I'd always fantasized about being forcibly impregnated. I constantly masturbated, creating scenarios related to the subject. And now, here a stranger was raping me and it really wasn't what I'd expected. I was truly experiencing the horrible feelings I had fantasized about countless times. I remembered agreeing that I should be heavily drugged so I wouldn't change my mind. 

I snapped out of my trance. My pussy and asshole burned hot as I consciously realized this was the rape I had paid five hundred dollars for. I opened my eyes and welcomed the blackness that met me. I felt the bleeding wounds on my wrists and ankles and drooled hot wetness from my hole, as my rapist obliged my fantasy. 

I began raising my hips from the bed to meet each of his jousts. I marveled at his coldness, being able to go through with such a horrible act. I thought he must tell himself the girl really knows what's going on and that is the only way he can do it. 

I noticed he was talking to me saying, "Yeah you little dirty cunt, you think you're too good to be raped. I'm gonna knock you up when I cum in you too." 

I couldn't believe how serious he sounded as I climaxed for the second time within seconds of the first. I felt his ridged, bloated prick impale me over and over again as my muted screams echoed in my head. Then I felt him fill me with his boiling broth as my thighs quivered uncontrollably and my stomach and back knotted in ecstasy. He moaned as he came to a stop, his cock pushed all the way up my fertile womb. His prick twitched and spasmed as his last few drops oozed deep within me. 

Then he pulled out slowly and I heard the bed creak again as he apparently got up. He untied my hands from their restraints. I felt his hand rub my belly in a circular motion. I did not resist as I lay semiconscious and enjoying the pleasant aftermath of my multiple orgasms. With a long smile on my face I closed my eyes in slumber. My dreams would be about what my child would look like.



Blindfold



We had always spoken of taking risks. Turning each other on with fantasies which I believe neither one of us would really try. As the years rolled by, one fantasy in particular seemed to be brought up more frequently than any other. Her and I with another man. I know, most men fantasize about two women, but for some reason, call it the voyeur in me, the thought of watching my wife with someone else, while I was still able to take part, turned me on to no end. And from her reactions to those fantasies, I could tell it turned her on as well.

We're both in our late thirties, and keep ourselves in pretty good shape, although Claire, my wife, is a fitness fanatic. I'm not complaining, mind you, Claire is in incredible shape, looking as good, if not better, now than she did when we first met over ten years ago. Most people believe she is still in her twenties. 

I had been at this one company for several years, and had made quite a few business acquaintances over during that time. But there was one guy who my wife simply drooled over. Rick was a little over six feet, about 190 pounds, and kept himself in great shape. Dark hair, kept a little on the longish side, with an olive complexion and pale blue eyes. He was quite a hit with the ladies. The best part was that he had no idea how good looking he was.

A few times a month, my wife and I plan evenings alone together. Private time, supposedly just for the two of us. This one particular night was no different from countless others, at least it started out that way.

We had planned this evening all week, which when you have kids, is sort of a necessity. Our children were with my Mother, so we could have the house to ourselves all evening. As planned, I pulled up in our driveway just past sunset. The sky was just beginning to change from that light blue of sunset's afterglow, to the darker indigo of the night sky. Instead of heading inside, I walked around the back, around the pool and to the side of the house where the master bedroom lies. 

The warm night air of an April night in Arizona drifted across my face, perfect shirtsleeve weather. I settled into a lawn chair facing the French doors to the bedroom. Also as planned. What Claire is unaware of, not part of our, but part of my, plan is that Rick settled himself into the chair next to mine. He whispered to me, "Are you sure about this?" 

I opened the ice chest I placed there and hand him a beer, opened my own. I took a sip. My pulse began to race slightly in anticipation of what was going to happen. I merely nodded back to him, then wanted to make sure he remembered what I had told him earlier, "But if she ever tells us to stop, we do. Immediately. Understood?"

"Sure," he said smiling, toasting me with his beer, "Your game. Your rules."

"Did you put on the cologne I gave you?"

"Yup. Can't you tell?"

I smiled, "Not yet, at any rate."

We turned our attention back to the darkened bedroom. Claire entered a short time later, flicking the light on. With the interior light on, I knew she could not see into the night filled yard, while we had a perfect view of the entire bedroom. She was drinking her favorite: white zinfandel. Dressed as she was when we both left for work that morning, she put some music on the CD player. Swaying lightly to the music, she began to undress. First the blazer came off, the thin fabric of her camisole barely concealing her large breasts. Next, she unzipped the side of her pleated skirt, shimmied it to the floor. 

She knew that I, at least, was watching and was putting on a great show, swaying to the music, letting it fill her as she moved to its beat. She was now only wearing thigh high stockings, thong underwear, her camisole and heels, and she crossed to the dresser to take a sip of wine. She put the wine down, reached low and grabbed the hem of her camisole, slowly raising it over her head. Her large, brown nipples were hard, her aereolas contracted tightly, raising the nipples higher. She took another sip of wine, then swayed sexily into the bathroom, out of our line of sight. 

Rick drained his beer. "She has an amazing body."

I smiled, knowingly. "She does, doesn't she?" I paused to sip my beer, relishing the possible moment of discovery about to come. "We should move back into the shadows a bit." Rick takes another beer, opening it as we stood and stepped back into the shadows of the mesquite tree by the woodpile. 

A moment later, she came back into room, wearing a short yellow silk robe. Placing the wine on a night-table, she crossed to the French doors, opening them to the night. Santana's "Smooth" drifted out of the door, as she sways her hips to the beat. This is the one possible moment of discovery. She peered out into the darkness, knowing I was there, looking for me, without seeming to. But the night's shadows provided sufficient cover. She slid the screen closed, keeping the insect invaders from attempting a beachhead. 

The music continues. As does her dance. I finish my beer and open another. Claire is now solely dancing for what she thinks is my pleasure alone. As she reaches the middle of the room, she turns away from the doors, her fabulous ass barely covered by her short robe. I turned to Rick. "I'll signal you when to come in. Make sure you're ready."

"I'm ready right now," he grinned back at me.

"You know what I'm talking about."

He clapped me on the shoulder. I headed for the doors. Claire krpt her back to them, as planned. I picked up the few items I'd left in place on the patio, then quietly slid the screen open. It made no sound, nor should it after the oiling I had given it the night before. Fully in the room, I appreciate the beauty before me. 

"Don't move," I said quietly.

She started, surprised. "What...?"

"Don't say a word. I'm not here to hurt you." This was a game we'd played many times before. She began to turn towards me. "I said, don't move."

She stopped. "Sorry." 

I moved directly behind her, my breathing becoming deeper as the excitement of what we were about to do enveloped me. Gently I place one of the items from the patio, a blindfold, over her eyes. 

"What....?"

"Shhh. No words." I whispered into her ear as I kissed that place where her neck meets her shoulders. Her skin prickled with goosebumps. Good. I continued kissing her there, as I slid the robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I guided her to the bed, made her lie down on her back in its center. Gently but forcefully, I raised her arms up, tying first one, then the other to the corners of our four poster bed with the restraints I had pre-positioned there. Next, I slid her panties down her legs, threw them into the far corner. Then I positioned her legs in a similar fashion, towards the other two posts, and fastened them tight. I saw the wetness already between her legs. 

She began to breathe more deeply, her hips undulating slightly as I finished the last knot on her ankle. I stood up from the bed, admired my handiwork. Her beautiful body lay before me, writhing slightly as she anticipated what she believed was about to come. Her full breaths moved her breasts up and down, her tight stomach in and out. Her perfectly shaped legs, gliding up to her full hips, the rough patch of dark hair (belying her true hair color) at her thighs' apex. I was aroused. 

Even though the French doors are open, the room was comfortably warm, I knew she would not grow cold lying there. I moved to the stereo, raised the volume to cover any sound Rick might make upon entering the room. Then I began to disrobe. I knew she was wondering what I was doing, and I was content to let her wonder. 

Naked, I circled around to the other side of the bed, motioned out into the darkness as I id so. I hoped Rick sees that motion. I briefly feared that he might have been looking down, or away at that moment. I knelt on the bed next to Claire's knee. Bending forward, I ran my cheek up her leg from her calf to her crotch, smelling her growing excitement. Her body was quivering. 

I straightened and look back over my shoulder. Rick has entered and was now beginning to quietly disrobe. I could tell from his hardening penis that he was quite excited as well.

I knelt between her legs. I kissed her inner thighs, softly using my lips and tongue. I worked my way northward, starting just above her knees until I reached that concavity right before her labia. I paused momentarily, exhaling lightly on her pubic hairs. She groaned. Using my tongue, I parted her lips, ran my mouth up and down her engorged labia. She was extremely wet. I used my tongue to play with her vaginal lips and her clitoris. She raised her hips, pushing herself into my face. 

I worked my way up her mound, then kissed her abdomen, her belly, coming to rest on her breasts. I paid special attention to her huge nipples. I continued upwards, kissing her chest, her neck, her chin. I placed my lips just above hers, she strained to kiss me, but I pulled my lips just beyond her reach. 

I repositioned myself so that I am straddling her face. She knew what was coming, even though she could not see it. I knew that her eyes were closed behind the blindfold, as her breath came raggedly through her mouth. I love watching her wait. I positioned my cock right above her face, its engorged head pulsing with my heartbeats. 

I moved slightly, ever so gently brushed her cheek with my penis. Her head turned, seeking to take me in her mouth, but I did not let her. I played with her lips, gently running my shaft across them, before I allowed her to take me in her mouth. She sucked me in greedily, slid her mouth up and down my shaft. I closed my own eyes, enjoying the richness of her lips around me. Her body strained against her bonds, seeking to grab me, hold me. I was becoming too excited, I pulled back from her. Then maneuvered myself from the bed.

"Where are you going?"

"I want this to last." I whispered, as I motioned to Rick. He moved to take my place on the bed. Once in position, I placed my head next to his. "You have beautiful lips," I said to my wife as Rick lowered his stiff, rock hard penis onto her lips. She eagerly engulfed his shaft, believing it is mine. She sucked hard, as he closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation. She rocked her head back and forth, running her lips and tongue over his rod, his head. 

I could take it no longer. That was the moment when she would understand. When there could be no doubt even in her blind state as to what is going on. Softly, I ran my hand up the inside of her thigh, began to lightly caress between her legs. She stopped sucking Rick immediately. But she did not release his cock from her mouth. She knew at that point that there were two men in the room. But who was who? And who was the second man? I could only imagine what was passing through her mind in that moment as she let Rick slide out of her mouth. Who was watching her suck on me? Or, who was she sucking on while I watched? 

Yet she was still aroused. That much was obvious. I knelt between her legs. She was breathing heavily, but remained silent. I moved the tip of my penis so that it rested against her opening. She swallowed, her mind racing. By the tautness of her muscles I knew how turned on she was by the thought of two penises touching her. She did not know who is who. 

Rick has continued to softly stroke her lips with his cock. I began to apply pressure at her opening, the wetness allowed me easy entry. "Wait," she whispered, unsure of what was going on. Both Rick and I stopped immediately. Either the night ended there, or we continued on. It was her call. She waited just long enough to understand it was her decision, then she throatily said, "Oh, yes...."

I finished sliding into her. She turned her head back towards Rick, took him once more into her mouth. I glided in and out of her, her body quivering, at the point of orgasm just knowing she had two men inside her. She was no longer working her mouth up and down Rick's shaft, instead letting him thrust it in and out of her mouth. 

Her body began to gyrate as her orgasm crashed through her. Her legs tried to wrap themselves around me, but were constrained by the ties at her ankles. Her scream of pleasure was muffled by the cock in her mouth. But as all her muscles contracted, Rick pulled out of her mouth, leaving a trail of come down her lips and throat. Seeing him come all over her, I thrust deeply inside, unleashing the wild horde of sperm into her vagina. 

Spent, we lay there for a few minutes, then Rick got up and quietly dressed. We agreed it was better for her to not know who the third party was for the moment. As Rick dressed, I pulled a tissue from the dispenser and gently cleaned his come off her face and neck. He winked at me before exiting, then I nuzzled Claire's neck. She turned her face towards me, we kiss. I tasted the still salty flavor of Rick on her breath, without actually feeling his come. Sort of like tasting the beer on someone's breath without actually having the beer. My cock instantly hardened. I untied one of her hands and legs, rolled her onto her side. Laying down behind her, I raised one of her legs over my hip, and she used her free hand to guide me inside her. As I thrust in and out of her, I reached up and undid the blindfold. 

She pressed her ass against my pelvis. As my own excitement mounted, I could feel her muscles contracting yet again. She whimpered as her second orgasm thundered inside her, her vaginal muscles pulsing around my cock. I exploded inside her again, although greatly diminished from the load already spent, still no less pleasurable. 

Afterwards, we lie in each others' arms. She asked me if it was me or the other man inside her. I smiled and shrugged my shoulders. Playfully, she punched my arm, "Then at least tell me who he was." 

Running a finger over her lips, I smiled again, "All in good time."

She smiled and kissed me. 



Blindfold



You walk into the bedroom and find a blindfold on the bed.

Put it on and begin an erotic adventure.

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Blindfold



My wife and I have now had a few experiences and wanted to try out one of her sharing fantasies. She has had this idea that I should restrain her to the bed, blindfold her, and share her with a friend of mine so that she has no idea who they are. All the while she wants to play the game that I have tricked her into this and she really doesn't want this. About three weeks ago we decided to make this a reality.

I talked to my friend Terry, who's always been hot for my wife, and got him to agree. The ground rules were that he couldn't say anything during and he wasn't allowed to say anything to her afterwords, part of the fun was in her not knowing who it was but knowing that it was someone she would continue to see. The thought that any one of our friends might be the one and that she might be hanging out with this person and not know was a real turn on for her.

I started by telling her to put on some of the sexy lingerie that I had bought her the previous week, a matching bra and panty set and a silk camisole. I used some soft restraints I had purchased on line along with a blindfold like the ones you get in first class on an overseas airplane trip. I kissed her softly all over her body and whispered to her how sexy she looked. I heard the doorbell and told her that I would get rid of them and be right back. I went downstairs and let Terry in. We went into the kitchen and got a beer and covered things one more time.

After about 10 minutes, I went back upstairs and upon entering the room I told her that an old friend had stopped by and I had decided to share her with him. I asked her if that was OK with her and she whispered "No". Given her answer, Terry was a bit reluctant and I had to silently assure him that it was OK. I stripped down and went over to the bed, sitting down on her right side (she was in the middle of our king size bed) and motioned Terry to come over and sit on the other side. I pulled her camisole open exposing her nearly naked body to Terry. I asked her if she wanted us both to touch her, again she said, very quietly, "No". I told her that it was too bad and that she would enjoy herself.

Terry needed no more encouragement and he began kneading her breast through her bra. I unsnapped the bra (it was a front-clasp) and her large breasts sprang out. Terry continued massaging and sucking on her tits while I pushed her panties to one side and began massaging her clit.

After about five minutes of this she was rocking her hips and moaning softly so I told her that our new friend wanted her to suck his cock. She responded by saying in a breathy voice "Give me that cock". Now my wife is normally reserved but when she gets really hot she can dirty talk with the best of them. Terry didn't hesitate and he quickly dropped his shorts and pushed his cock up toward her mouth.

She was so turned on by this point that I got in between her legs and entered her, thrusting deeply while telling her she was my little slut and asking her if she liked being fucked while she sucked some stranger's cock. I've mentioned it before in our stories here that there is something about the muffled moans and words being choked back by a cock in her mouth that just sends me into orbit.

Unfortunately, Terry was not in any shape for all of this and within five minutes he exclaimed that he was going to cum. I told him to cum on her face and tits but he didn't have time and he emptied his load in her mouth. My wife swallowed it all and Terry pulled out of her mouth and moved off the bed to sit down on a chair we keep in the bedroom for reading.

I continued to fuck my wife, asking her if she felt like a slut for drinking another man's cum while I fucked her. "Yes" she exclaimed loudly, "I'm your whore and I'll fuck or suck anyone you tell me to". She was very close to an orgasm now. I kept working and I looked over my shoulder to silently ask Terry if he was going to get back into it. He shook his head and pointed to the door. At almost the same moment, my wife started having one of her earth shattering, muscle clenching orgasms. When she does this it has an affect on me and I quickly came, flooding her completely.

When I had recovered, I looked back over my shoulder to find that Terry had disappeared. I guess he must have taken off when she started to cum. I untied my wife and we cuddled for a while and just enjoyed each others company. We talked about it later and both agreed that it was fun but wished that Terry had been able to hold out for longer or had joined back in once he recovered.

I can't wait to invite Terry over in the next week or so. Her not wanting to know makes the game so much more satisfying as I'm sure she'll try to guess which of our friends it was. I do worry about Terry however, I hope that he isn't embarrassed about how quickly he came, I didn't expect him to just run out like that.



Blindfold



I had gotten home from a long day at work and was looking forward to date night with my boyfriend, Dave. I live in a large house with my parents, but they were away for the week visiting friends. They had been leaving me alone for the past several years since I turned eighteen, and I was used to them being gone.

I came into the kitchen, dropping my purse on the table and that's when I saw the note.

Come upstairs to your bedroom

I was taken slightly aback by this, but assumed that it was Dave setting me up for something. Trouble was, I hadn't seen his car outside. 

"Dave?" I called out.

Silence.

Slowly I walked up the stairs, their familiar creaking taking on an ominous air in the now dead silence surrounding me.

"Helloo..." I said as I reached the landing. There was another note on my bedroom door, which is normally open, but was now shut.

Come inside. Close the door.

I pushed open the door and saw the room was empty. My bed was made, which I certainly hadn't done. Clothes that were normally strewn about the place were folded on the comfy chair in the corner and the riot of shoes which usually cascade from the closet I presumed were straightened up behind its closed door. The books that I have a tendency to pile haphazardly in and around the bookcase were now neatly stacked on the shelves. The lights were off save for a single reading lamp by the bed. I closed the bedroom door and saw another note taped by the knob.

Face the bed. Do not turn around. No talking, It read pointedly.

"What the hell?" I thought. "Let's see where this goes."

I'm a little nervous as I turn and face the bed. Standing in the silence, I start to feel a little foolish, not to mention a bit on the frightened side, yet there is excitement rushing through my body like an electrical charge. I hear the closet door open behind me and then soft footfalls approaching me from behind on the thick carpet. Whoever it is places a blindfold over my eyes. I realize it's a sleep mask that was given to me as a gift a long time ago. I've never used it before. The person turns me toward them and I feel them unbutton my skirt and slide down the zipper. 

"Oh, I really hope this is Dave," I think to myself. 

I want to say something, but the note said no talking, and I am trying to play along. The skirt drops to the floor, pooling around my feet. My host reaches down and with slight pressure of a hand upon my hip as guidance, helps me step free from it. 

They begin to slowly unbutton my blouse from the front, taking their time, working downward from the top. They finish the last button and gently ease the blouse over my shoulders and the hands drop away.

Without sight, other senses take over and I can feel a shift in the air. Whoever this is has now moved behind me. The person unclasps my simple white bra and removes it, freeing my breasts. I'm now standing there only in white cotton panties and knee-high stockings. 

They move back in front of me. I feel two fingers slide along the waistband of my panties and they slowly draw them over my hips and down my legs. Once again, they help me step free. The person then takes me by the hand and leads me to the bed, silently directing me to lie down on top of the soft comforter. They remove my stockings, their hands caressing my calves as they slowly slide them off each leg. I am now nude save for the blindfold, having just been undressed by someone who I am still hoping like hell is my boyfriend. The fear hasn't completely vanished, but the excitement is, at this moment, rushing through my veins like lightning. 

They take my hands, first one, and then the other, holding them together on my stomach with only one of theirs. I feel soft cloth wrapping around them, tying them together. 

A scarf? A necktie? I can't tell.

My hands are now bound with the cloth and gently raised over my head. Something is attached to the bonds and the grip releases. I try to move my hands down, but I cannot. They are held in place by some kind of rope or cord. Its length is long enough for me to rest them on the bed, and I can move them side to side, but not back down. 

Another little thrill of fear runs through me. This isn't something I've ever done before. I've never even thought about it. I'm pretty sure that it's Dave who has been doing all this to me, but I can't be totally sure.

"I'm not sure I like this." I say hesitantly.

"Shhhh..." Is the only reply I receive, the voice low, masculine...familiar. I feel a little better.

I can feel him lean over, his hot breath feathers over my cheek, my hair, and then my ear as he whispers, "Trust me." 

A shiver of pleasure races down my spine. The bed shifts. I feel a soft, cool object caress my cheek, replacing his warm breath. It slides along my lips, under my nose. Oh! A rose. 

He lets me inhale the sweet, heady scent for a moment, then slides it away, under my chin and down along my neck. I forget about my misgivings about being restrained and decide to relax and enjoy the myriad of sensations taking over my body. 

He moves the soft petals of the flower along the underside of my breasts, tracing their curves. The velvet petals glide over my nipples and they tighten and harden under its silky cool caress. The rose moves down my body, over my taut stomach to my spread thighs.

He slides the flower down one thigh, and then back up again, pausing before it reaches my pussy, and then he moves it over to slowly slide down the other. The erotic torture is maddening.

He puts his hand under my hip and urges me to roll over onto my stomach. I obey. The rose now runs in a lazy serpentine path down my spine to the cleft of my ass. He guides the silky petals on a course around my ass, tracing a random pattern over each cheek, and then slides it slowly down the crack. I push back, raising my hips up a bit, giving myself a wicked little thrill, knowing the view I'm giving him of my pussy. I feel the rose slide over my exposed lips, caressing them a moment. The cool softness feels delicious against the sensitive flesh.

"Mmm..." I moan softly.

He slides it down along my thighs as I again lay flat on the bed, down over the soft skin behind my legs, finishing its journey at my feet, where I feel him settling down.

He takes my foot in his hand, bends my leg at the knee then kisses the top of my foot. I'm very nearly purring with pleasure as it feels so nice, his lips on my skin. I give a startled yelp when he licks along the tops of my toes. 

Oh, that's...different. I think to myself.

"Oh!" I exclaim aloud when he takes my middle toe into his hot mouth. 

"Oooh...that's nice." I had never had my toes sucked before. 

"Mmm..." I sigh, as he takes another into his mouth. 

I'm enjoying the smooth heat of his mouth and the slippery tickling of his tongue around my toes. He takes each of them in, sometimes alone, sometimes with their neighbor, running his tongue between them. It feels so damn sexy, and I sense a familiar tingling in my pussy- I never knew I could get turned on by a toejob! I giggle as the word pops into my head. 

He puts my leg down on the bed and he urges me to move, reversing to my back once again. He gently parts my legs and I feel him settle between my thighs. His wet, warm tongue runs along the silky skin of my inner thigh, slowly working his way up to my balmy center. He stops just shy of touching my pussy. He blows a puff of hot breath on my exposed lips for a brief shivering moment, pulling a short gasp from me. He then licks his way up the inside my other thigh, but this time his mouth lingers at my pussy, once again deliberately exhaling his hot breath on me. 

"Ahhhhh..." I sigh softly.

He runs his tongue up the left side of my mound, just catching the edge of my labia then repeats on the other side, teasing me, getting his wet tongue just shy of where I want it. Then, with deliberate slowness, he runs it straight up my center, sliding up from the bottom of my pussy, his searing wet tongue easily parting my lips. 

He's tormenting me, running the wet, fleshy probe along my folds, drawing a low moan from my throat. I can feel my clit swelling, and I feel myself getting wet for him. He sucks each of my lips into his mouth in turn, then both together, drawing them in as he slides his tongue between them.

God, that feels good! 

After that he moves up to my throbbing clit, but does not touch it. He gets oh-so-close and then backs away again as he continues the exquisite torture. I pull down on the rope, wanting to reach down and touch myself, the restraint just adding to my frustration.

"Please..." I moan. "Oh, please stop teasing"

His mouth leaves my pussy as he moves up between my legs. Suddenly, without any warning, his hard cock plunges into me!

The instant pleasure of his cock slamming into my soaking pussy catches me off guard. He's big, and his length fills me. The tumescent flesh pushes out against the walls of my pussy, stretching me wide.

"OH!" I gasp, involuntarily yanking down on my restraint, pulling the rope tight. God, I want to touch him!

His steely shaft easily slides to its hilt into my wetness, and he begins pumping me with smooth, long strokes.

"Oh, God, YES!" I scream out.

"Oh, that feels so good! Fuck me!"

His cock feels wonderful; a hot, hard rod of flesh plunging in and out of my lush wetness. I draw my legs back to open myself to him more. I want him as deep in me as he can get. 

Suddenly, he withdraws his cock from me.

"No!" I cry.

Just as quickly his mouth is on my clit. He begins licking and sucking at the swollen pearl and I cry out with pleasure.

"Oh! Oh, yes!"

He flicks his tongue over my clit and the delightful feeling builds in me. Oh, this is nice! This is what I want, what I need. I want to come so badly.

His mouth leaves my clit and he plunges his cock back into me.

"Ohhhh..." I groan. "Oh, you fucking tease!" 

God, he's killing me! I think. 

I love the feel of his cock in me, but I know I can't come just from fucking. I'm just not wired that way. But oh, this feels so good. He fills me up with each delicious thrust, his hips smacking against mine.

He pulls out again and resumes his oral assault. He continues teasing me this way, alternately licking and fucking me, torturing me, bringing me close and then pulling away until I am begging for release. I am gripping the rope with my hands now, pulling it tight, clutching at it like I would the bed sheets if my hands were free.

"Please," I moan when his mouth is on my clit again. "Oh, please don't stop! Please make me come!"

He doesn't answer, but I feel him slide two fingers into my wet cunt and he finger fucks me as his tongue works my clit.

"Oh, yes!" I cry.

I feel the orgasm building again, that wonderful tingling feeling focused around my swollen pearl.

"Please don't stop!" I beg. 

He doesn't.

His tongue moves faster, applying more pressure, and he pushes his fingers as far in as he can and holds them there. I'm climbing up that hill, getting closer and closer to exploding, moaning continuously, caught in the whirlpool of sensation flowing around my hot center. Then I'm on the brink, and my body stiffens, hovering on the edge as he laps at the core of all my pleasure. My head rolls back, my mouth locked open in a silent cry, my mind and body trembling in anticipation of the exquisite release I know is moments away and then...

"AhhhhAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHH!" I scream as the orgasm crashes through me, the overpowering eruption of pleasure and release racking my body. 

My back arches, pushing my breasts forward, and my hands pull down hard on the restraint, my eyes clenching shut behind the blindfold. I feel my pussy contracting around his fingers, bathing them in my torrid juices as he pushes them deeper inside, pulsing around them again and again, my hips driving up against his mouth while his tongue is still grinding against my clit.

I cum for what seems like minutes, my mind lost in carnal ecstasy, and I can hear myself crying out over and over as wave after blissful wave rolls through me. He withdraws his fingers and I feel his body between my legs. He slides his cock back into my quivering cunt, and I let out a long, low groan. I hear him moan as he enters me, the first pleasurable sound I have heard him make.

He begins fucking me quickly, urgently, pounding hard into my still throbbing pussy. He lowers his full weight onto me. Then leans to my right, and his hand slips down under my left ass cheek and he grips it tightly, pulling me against him as he thrusts his cock into me. He feels somehow bigger in me, or maybe it's me that is tighter around him after cumming, but I don't care why, he feels amazing.

"Fuck me!" I gasp.

He's breathing heavy now, pounding me harder and harder. I can tell he's not holding back. Before it was about my pleasure, and now it's his turn. I roll my hips against him as he fucks me, pushing myself forward to meet his thrusts.

"Come on!" I urge. "Fuck me!"

"Oh, God, that feels so fucking goooood!"

I hear him grunting as his cock hammers into me, his breath hot in my ear. Our hips slap together in a fast, fleshy rhythm. He speeds up a bit more and I know he's close. I want him to come, to feel the way I just did.

"Cum in me!" I whisper in his ear. "I want to feel you."

A few more strokes and then he thrusts hard into me, his body stiffening, his hand squeezing my ass, our hips locking together as I push mine up against his and I squeal with delight as I feel his cock pulse, feel his hot seed splashing deep within me.

"OHHHHhhhhhhhhh!" He groans, and pumps me once more, then holds himself still, his cock continuing to twitch as he empties himself into my pussy.

"Oh, oh, yes baby!" I whisper softly as he languidly fucks me, draining the last of himself into me, my pussy sopping wet from our combined juices.

I feel him slide out of me and I give out the little sigh of relief and disappointment that I always feel. He lies down beside me and he lifts the blindfold. I see those dark brown eyes and sexy cleft chin, and the very familiar grin that tells me he is very pleased with himself, and I can't help but smile back. 

He leans in and kisses me deeply, something I've wanted the entire time. Our tongues play in each others mouths and I feel myself melting inside. He breaks the kiss and reaches up and unties me. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him again.

"Hi." He says when we finally come up for air.

"Hello." I say playfully. 

"That was...interesting."

"You like?"

"Mmm hmmm..." I reply. "Do you know what my favorite part was?" I ask.

"What?" He says, that big grin still on his face

"The part where you cleaned my room! That got me sooo hot!" I say, laughing. "You can tie me up and fuck me anytime as long as you clean my room first!"

He slaps my ass and rolls onto his back, laughing along with me. "I don't know, that's a hell of a lot of work," He exclaims.

I prop myself up next to him, giving him a good view of my breasts. 

"Oh, but I'm worth it"

He leans in and plants a kiss between them.

"You sure are."

I stroke his hair and hold his head to my chest.

"I love you, babe." He says, his voice a bit muffled.

"Me, too, baby. Me, too."



Blindfold



Tracy walked through the side door of the warehouse and headed to the office. Michael met her halfway and guided her. Her heels echoed on the concrete floor. 

"Just you today?" she asked.

"Yes, finishing some paperwork and then I'm out of here," he answered. "Thanks for coming by to see me. I've wanted to ask you to for quite some time, but just didn't know when we could get our timing right to be alone."

Michael sat on the corner of the desk and pulled Tracy toward him. He brushed her hair from her green eyes and then kissed her lips gently. When she responded, he deepened the kiss and ran his hands down her back. His pushed her skirt up and pressed her against his lean body so she could feel the hardness of his cock between them.

Tracy giggled. "Not today, my friend. I've got something else in mind."

"You sure?" He stood up and turned her around facing the desk and bent her over. He roughly ground himself against her bottom. He slid his hands up her sweater, shoved her bra up out of the way then pinched and rubbed her nipples. "I could make it worth your while – and I know how good we feel."

"I'm sure you could, but I think you'll like this, too. Just enjoy, okay?" Tracy stood up and turned around. She quickly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. "Take them off, " she ordered.

"Completely off? Not just down – what if someone walks in?"

"Then you'll have some explaining to do, won't you? Now off, please."

Michael pulled off his boots. His pants and boxer briefs joined them in a pile beside the desk. Tracy led him to the chair and pushed him back into it. She slid off her light scarf and used it as a makeshift blindfold.

He felt her kneel between his legs. She pushed his knees further apart. His cock gave a jump as she touched it. "Nice," she said. "No pussy for you today, but that doesn't mean I'm going to let this go to waste."

He moaned as he felt her warm breath. She licked the warm moisture from the tip then slid her mouth over his cockhead. Her fingers circled the base of his penis, pushing gently against his pubic bone and pulling the skin even tighter. She opened her jaw to take more of him in, and he felt the back of her throat as she stroked his cock with her mouth. Her other hand joined her mouth in the motion.

"Instructions, please," she purred. "Tell me how you like it."

He placed his hands in her hair and gently guided her pace. "Like this – only not so fast, I'll come too quickly."

"I like your hands in my hair like that," she said, "now tell me what else feels good."

"Oh, it's all good – just keep sucking it like that and moving your hand. I'm going to have to come soon, so be ready."

She gently fondled his balls and sac and tasted the change as his body began to tense. He felt her smile and then cool air as she moved his hands from her hair and lifted her head. He couldn't see what she was doing because of the blindfold. He groaned his frustration.

"Well, if that's all the instruction I'm going to get, I'm just going to have to figure it out for myself." As she took his massive erection back into her mouth, she pushed his knees even further apart. 

She licked her way down the underside of his cock, suckled the skin beneath and then moistened a fingertip in her mouth. He felt a delicate probing around his anus and instinctively drew back from the touch.

She moved her attention back to his cock, but didn't move the finger. She held a gentle pressure against the tight opening and when he began to move his body in rhythm with her bobbing head, she pressed harder. 

He felt the outer ring give way and the invasion of her fingertip, but was too near coming to protest. She worked the fingertip in and out of him as she sucked his cock. The sensation was alien and disconcerting at first, but he found himself enjoying it as she paired the fingering with what she was doing with his throbbing cock. 

He relaxed and her finger slipped in deeper. Soon it was easily sliding in and out. 

"Help me take you in. Hold my head for me, please. Push me down the way you want it."

Michael again guided her head over his cock. When he felt her relax her throat, he pushed down gently until he was helping her take more of it. She couldn't possibly deep-throat it all, especially not in this position, but he felt his head go past the back of her mouth and down into her throat. He wanted to watch – to see her working to take all of him she could – but the blindfold left him only to feel and hear what she was doing. 

The thought of how he must look blindfolded in the chair with her finger-fucking him while she sucked him off pushed him over the edge. 

He growled a warning to give her time to pull back, but she didn't take her mouth off of him, only backed off enough to allow herself to breathe.

His body tensed once again and this time Tracy didn't stop. As he came, she pulled her finger out of him. His cum was hot and salty in her mouth. She felt his body jerk and shudder with intensity. Not moving, she swallowed his seed and suckled the last drops from his cock. 

He felt and heard her rise and begin to straighten herself. "Stay here, I'll be right back."

Her heels sounded on the floor and he thought about the fact that she didn't even get undressed. He heard the restroom door open and water running, heard her washing her hands and -wait –was she brushing her teeth? -then the click of heels again.

She knelt down before him and he felt the warmth as she gently cleansed him, then cool air again. She stood and kissed him tenderly and removed the blindfold.

"I'm sorry – I hope you weren't too uncomfortable. I like it so much when you do that to me that I just wanted to give you a taste of what it feels like – wanted you to be able to enjoy it, too. And I know you would never come out and ask for it – even if it had crossed your mind."

Michael shook his head at her. "I'm just shocked, I guess. Kind of embarrassed but blown away at the same time."

He stood and dressed himself. She stood by in silence and wondered if she'd gone too far. 

"Thanks, I guess. Let me walk you out." He walked beside her to the outer door. 

"So I'll see you later this week, right?" he asked. "We've got that meeting on Friday."

"Uh, yes – I plan on being there. See you then." Tracy reached for the door.

Michael stopped her and encircled her in his arms. He kissed her and she melted against him. It was okay. What's a little experimenting between friends, right?

He released her from the embrace. He opened the door for her and she stepped outside, smiling. 

As he made his way back to his desk, he wondered if he'd made a mistake with this woman. Friend or not, he knew better than to get too involved - and she wasn't going to make that easy.



Blindfold and Handcuffs



"I can't do this with a local guy, what if I see him at Walmart the next week?" Her voice was half sarcastic and half pleading.

Things were moving fast. It started by relaxing at a cocktail hour on whirlwind business trip. First there was some pleasant conversation and then a little flirting. Suddenly I was staring into the blue eyes of a woman I hardly know, as she propositioned me. My heart was pounding. I was nervous and excited.

"I suppose I could come up for a glass of wine." I said then smiled. She nodded and smiled back. I had accepted her invitation.

She took me by the hand, linked our fingers together, and led me out. It was a short walk to the high-rise apartments. We held each other loosely as we waited for the elevator. She had thick red hair that fells in waves below her shoulders. She was tall and thin, you might say statuesque, you might say athletic. But her eyes were incredible; large pools of bright blue that sparkled in any light.

As the elevator doors closed, she began kissing my neck. I wrapped my arm around the crook of her back to draw her close. With one hand, she loosened the top buttons of my shirt. Her mouth continued to nibble on my neck, shoulders, and chest. With my free hand, I lifted her face to bring my mouth to hers. Our lips touched softly as the elevator bell dinged.

I was already in a trance; tipsy from alcohol, high from her kiss, and excited about being with her. She led me to her door. Before slipping in her key, we embraced for another passionate kiss. This time it was firmer and more desperate; our tongues touching slightly. Her hands wrapped around my neck, and I ran mine up her sides, caressing her tummy, then her breasts gently with each thumb through her slinky dress.

We untangled ourselves so she could open the door. She giggled a little as she fumbled with the key. She was nervous too. Soon the lock clicked, the door swung open, and she led me inside.

We danced into the suite, barely breaking our embrace. The door closed softly behind us leaving us bathed in the soft light and quiet of the room. Our mouths locked together in a deep sensuous kiss. We stood there, in our embrace, and let passion take over.

As I lowered my head to nibble and kiss her neck, she tugged at my shirt, pulling it free of my pants. I explored her ear with my tongue while she unbuttoned my shirt, pulled it over my shoulders, and dropped it to the floor. My hands found the zipper on the back of her short black dress. With a smooth pull of the sipper the dress floated to the floor. She casually stepped out of it and kicked it aside.

For a moment we stood facing each other, eying each other. She stood before me wearing a black bra, black lacy boy-cut panties, black thigh high stockings, and two inch heels. I was bare-chested but still in my khakis. She fixed that by unfastening my belt and zipper. The pants dropped to the floor exposing my obvious arousal underneath my boxers.

We started exploring each other with our hands. I ran mine through her hair and over her shoulders. I caressed her waist with my hands and her stomach with my fingers. She slid both hands up my chest, running her fingers through the hair. Then we pressed ourselves together again for another embrace. I could feel her grinding herself against me as she pushed her pelvis on my hardness.

After a moment, she broke away, holding me away at arms length. She cocked her head a little to the side and smiled. "I have a little surprise."

With those words, she picked up her purse off the floor and rummaged through it briefly. She pulled something out and tossed the purse back to the floor. With a wide grin she held up each hand. From one she held a pair of silver handcuffs and in the other was a black blindfold.

"Are you going to restrain me?" She asked. She smiled with a wide grin and her eyes sparkled.

I took the blindfold and the cuffs. She cooperated by putting her hands together in front of her. I clicked the cuffs around each of her tiny wrists and adjusted them down firmly. Then I slipped the blindfold over her eyes; the elastic band snapped against her thick hair on the back of her head. She stood in front of me, nearly naked and vulnerable, waiting for my next move.

"Take me to the bed." She whispered with a hint of desperation in her voice. But I didn't. Instead I pushed her back a couple of steps and eased her back onto the sofa. I gently pressed my lips to hers and wrapped my hands around her back. Our tongues danced together and my hands reached the clasp of her bra. Our mouths stayed together as I pulled the clasp apart. The strapless bra dropped onto her lap.

I dropped to my knees in front of her and pulled her thighs apart to slide in closer to her. I let my hands explore her body. I ran my fingers through her hair and over her face. She sucked a finger as it passed by her mouth. I caressed her neck and shoulders, then slid my hands to her breasts. I circled each nipple with a forefinger several times, then pinched and pulled them ever so gently. She breathed deeply as I leaned over and sucked a breast into my mouth and massaged the nipple with my tongue. We both moaned deeply with passion.

My hands slid further down her waist and into the waistband of her lacy panties. She raised herself off the sofa slightly to let me slip the panties over her hips and down her thighs. I had to scoot myself back as she raised her knees high, allowing me to pull the panties over her ankles and toss them aside. As she lowered her feet to the floor, I ran my hands up her inner thighs, spreading her legs wide apart. I heard a faint "yesssss" slip from her lips as I touched the soft wetness between her legs. Her arousal was making me high, and I throbbed in my excitement.

I watched her throw her head back in ecstasy as I touched her between her legs. She was swollen and wet. My thumb was well lubricated as I slid it up to her hard clit. I could only touch it very lightly as she was extremely sensitive and shuddered each time it brushed across it with a finger.

"Kiss it." She moaned quietly, lifting her hips off the sofa, "Lick me."

I explored with my fingers a little more, making sure that I had touched her everywhere. My fingers were thoroughly lubricated by her. For a moment I paused to look at her again and was drawn between her legs. I stared there studying her mound, searching for a spot to place my tongue. Slowly I bent my face closer to her; closer to her wet and swollen pussy. She could feel my breath on her inner thigh, and raised her hips to meet my face. The moist hair on her mound brushed lightly against my lips.

I pressed my mouth against her and explored inside her lips with my tongue. I felt her gasp as I pressed my tongue deep inside her and withdrew. Then I explored upward, tracing over the erect little knob. My tongue swirled, drawing circles around her clit. She swirled her hips in a rhythm to match my tongue. I could feel the tension insider her as she pressed against me.

My hands reached up to caress her body. Each hand landed on a firm small breast. I could feel her chest heaving. With my fingertips, I caressed each nipple, feeling every little nuance. Her nipples were firm, erect, and long. I traced around them. I squeezed them every so gently. I pulled on them, first lightly, then firmly, and then softly again.

I was so caught up in her, so caught up in her sex, in her smell and tastes and smoothness of her skin. I was so absorbed in her that her pleasure caught me be surprise. But deep inside her the waves started. They were waves of pleasure that grew in intensity until the muscles of her abdomen start clenching. The clenching came in throbs, small at first, but they became firmer as the intensity inside continued to grow.

She pushed her hips high and hard against my face and rocked with a greater purpose. The waves continued and she cried out as if in pain. Her entire body shuddered and shivered against me until finally the throbbing and clenching centered in one great strain between her legs, At that moment I tried to push my tongue inside her again, but her muscles were to tight to let me in. Instead she screamed and released and succumb to the pleasure that my mouth had brought to her dripping we pussy.

We held there for several moments with her bucking against me before she pulled slightly back. My mouth, cheeks, and chin were completely covered by her wetness. She closed her legs against my face, holding me in place for a bit, and then released. I raised to my feet to stared down at her. 

Her hands, still in the cuffs, were raised over her head. The blindfold still covered her eyes. Her long red hair flowed over her shoulders, but her breast and nipples her completely exposed. Her chest heaved up and down as she caught her breath. And her legs were drawn apart, wide apart with her feet on the sofa; waiting; anticipating.

My animal instincts where taking over I stood over her in a trace, drunk from the sexual arousal that she gave me, and burning for my release. I was hard, huge, and throbbing. I was so hard that I cock pointed straight up. I had to press down on it to aim it between her legs. With both hands I aimed, pressing my hard cock to the entrance of her swollen pussy. Then with a great force I thrust myself inside her.

We both gasped and moaned with pleasure. She lowered her arms around my neck and used the steel to pull my face to hers. Our mouths linked together in a rapturous kiss.

I wish I could recall the details of what happens next, but my passion was too great and I was taken carried away if drugged by her sex. There was screaming and there was moaning. There was soft rhythmic motion and hard lustful pounding. There was cursing and loud commands that would make a porn star blush. There was the slapping sound of two bodies crashing together.

I felt pain from the steel cuffs being pulled tightly around my neck. I felt the intense pleasure of the soft, swollen, wetness, between our legs. There was biting and scratching. I could smell sweat and perfume and her pussy. I was a machine. I was a lover. I was an addict.

We danced together in our passion for what seemed like forever. It was as if all time was suspended except the motion of our bodies. The intensity was building inside me, emanating from between my legs. It was growing greater and greater. I wished I could pull her inside me so she could feel it too, so she could feel what she did to me. But finally I could take no more, so I succumbed to my passion and let the pleasure overwhelm me. I exploded from me in a gigantic blast from deep inside me shooting stream of warm thick cum deep inside her. I shuddered, grunted, clenched my teeth, and screamed out for God. Then I collapsed exhaust and spent.

"That", she spoke softly into my ear, "was the most intense ever!" 



Blindfold at Work



I walk into your office swaying my hips from side to side in my long white sleeper. I make my way to your desk. Nobody is in your office today. You are working alone.

I come up to you and start playing with my own nipples through the sheer fabric. Looking you in the eyes. Telling you without words how much I want you. You can see my hard little nipples through the fabric.

You reach out to grab me but I move away. I turn around and find an empty chair sitting across from you. I slowly open my legs revealing my pussy to you. I slid my hand from my neck down over my nipple. Stopping there to rub and pinch it for a few seconds. I then move down lower. Across my belly. Lower and lower. Until I reach my pussy. I slowly slid my middle finger between my pussy lips dipping into my warm wet hole. I pull my finger out and before I slid it back in you can see my juices glistening on my finger. I take my finger out again and run it up to my clit. Then I slowly bring my finger to my mouth. Sucking on my own juices.

You reach for your pants but I tell you no. You quickly do as your told and move your hand away. I can see that you are in need of something. Could it be.... you are in need of release? I smile a knowing smile and walk over to you. I lean down and tell you to close your eyes. You do.

I slide my hand down your leg until I reach your boots. I unlace them and take them off. I blindfold you with something. Your not sure what. You can here me moving around but you have no idea what I am doing. All you know is that you want me.

You feel me gently grab your arm and place it on the arm of your chair. You feel something wrap around your wrist, tying you to the arm of the chair. Then I move to the other arm.

Once your arms are tied I run my finger down your chest and across the bulge in your pants. You can't help but moan and suck in your breath. But my finger is gone as quickly as it came.

You feel me grab your leg. You can't help but feel a little panic as I finish by tying both legs to the chair. You are completely under my control. You try and listen to my movements but you can't make much out. Then you here my whisper in your ear. " do you like this Kaleb? You are under my control." You feel something hard and warm rub across your lips. It takes you a few seconds to realize what it is but still you don't move. You know I would not like it if you did something without permission. " suck on my nipples" You greedily wrap your lips around one licking and sucking. Trying to please me. You feel the finger back running along the length of your hard cock through your pants. back and forth back and forth.

I tell you to switch breasts and you do. You start sucking and licking again. Your only release coming from my finger running up and down the sensitive underside of your cock.

Suddenly I am gone. You here me moving around. Your afraid I might b leaving you but I soon am back. You feel a hand on your pants and then another. Then you hear this sound as if someone cutting your pants with a razor. Then the pants are gone. All you are left with is your shirt and boxers. You feel me cut through the waist band of your pants and then those to are gone. You feel naked and unsure of what do to. Then I do the same to your shirt. Cutting both that and your undershirt you always wear.

From somewhere in the back of your mind you realize that you will have to walk out of your office naked to get home but right now you don't care. All you care about is pleasing me and making me happy.

You feel my breath on your neck as I whisper in your ear once again. "Do you want me?"

"YES!" you reply in a lust filled voice. You feel me nibble on your ear a little then your neck. Then your chest. You suck in your breath as I suck first one than the other nipple into my mouth. Biting softly. Then I move down to your belly button. Circling it with my tongue.

I then move lower. Quickly licking the head of your cock. You want to cum right then but you know if you do I will punish you. So you hold back. Knowing there is more pleasure to come.

I grab the base of your cock and pull up and down. Then I let go. You feel a finger on your lips and smell my pussy on it. I run it across both of them. "lick your lips" You do. You again feel my finger on your lips. "suck on my finger" You do.

I pull my finger from your mouth and you feel me clime on top of your body still strapped to the chair. You are sure that soon you will be buried in my hot pussy. You sense me reaching down and feel my hand encircle your cock. You feel my pussy being rubbed against the head of your cock from my clit all the way to my pussy hole. You want so bad to push your hips up. You are so close. But again you refrain. Knowing I will not be pleased. You feel 2 of my fingers come up to your lips and force there way into your mouth. " Get them good an wet" You do. Soon you feel you cock at the entrance to my wet pussy. You squeeze your eyes shut in anticipation of it. I slowly let you enter me until you are buried as far as you can go. I sit there for a couple seconds. Squeezing your cock with my vaginal muscles. Milking it. You are not sure if you can hold out much longer but you know that I will not be pleased if you don't.

I start fucking up and down on your cock. Hard then fast. then slowly. I rotate my hips. You can feel my pussy grabbing at your cock. You start to beg. "Oh God, I need to cum. Please let me cum" I give you my permission as I slam my pussy down around your cock one last time as you push your hips up into me cumming inside of me. It is the longest orgasm you have ever had. You are exhausted when you are done.

I take the blindfold off of you and remove the restraints. Its time to go home. I leave a blanket for you to cover up with as I walk out the door of your office. You hurry and cover up. Rushing to the door to tell me to stay but when you look its like I wasn't ever there. But your not worried. You know I will be back again...



Blindfold Birthday



I suppose some people might tell you that Jason is a naïve sort of sole who doesn't know his dick from a doorknob. (I'm Jason, by the way.) However, one thing I've learned in my nearly 41 years on this planet is that you can't tell what people are really like merely by the way they look, or dress, or the job they do. I've found this to be especially true with women. It's hit home hard in the past two years since my divorce. I've met and dated some really odd women, both in good and bad ways. Unfortunately I haven't been able to connect emotionally with too many, and the relationships that have made it off the ground have sort of faded after a couple of months. In some cases, it was because they were recent divorcees themselves, and still dealing with people at arm's length. It's not that I haven't scored in the bedroom with some of them. A few were basically out doing the "divorcee shuffle", trying to prove to themselves as well as their ex-husbands that they were still able to attract a man. Not surprisingly, many of the men they attracted were also divorced and likewise out to prove to themselves and the world that they could still score. All in all it's a pretty pathetic situation. Frankly, I've never been the one-night-stand sort of guy, which may make me seem like a "wuss" to some people. Then againnt I can't help it if I'm a person who likes to have at least some sort of friendship or knowledge of a woman I'm having sex with. Just because a guy doesn't want to bang everything that breathes doesn't make him less of a man. My Army experience proved that to me. It's certainly true that I haven't had as many "conquests" as some guys, but the ones I've played peeky-poky with under the sheets have taught me that you can't assess a woman's sexuality unless you are fortunate enough to have her share her most secret womanly arts and parts with you. 

All of this brings me to Karen. From outward appearances, most would see a very sweet, innocent looking, somewhat aloof librarian-type that works for an independent technical library service organization in the large building where I'm employed. The building and surrounding complex houses several different engineering firms, most of which are too small to maintain their own library and research facility, so we utilize the organization where Karen works to "farm out" projects to do background searches and collect research papers, patents, limited-distribution reports, etc to help support our own work. It's the same sort of service some lawyers use to research historical cases and prior court decisions to help prepare briefs. 

I've been a research engineer with my firm since I graduated from college and finished a stint in the Army which was necessitated by my ROTC scholarship. Since then, I've moved up to a middle level team leader position for advanced electronics programs. OK, I know what you're thinking.....nerd. Yeah, I know the old joke: "What's the most common form of birth control used by engineers?" Answer: "Their personalities". I can tell you with no hesitation, that's not true, but you can believe in whatever stereotypes you like.

Karen has been with that service for several years, and I see her somewhat regularly for data retrieval and also sometimes in the vending machine "canteen/snack bar area" located on the floor between her organization and mine. Most people I work with regard her as a very quiet and somewhat aloof lady. She's almost 40 years old, but she's in fantastic shape because she's very much into yoga and power walking. Sometimes she does 5K runs, as I do now and then, but we never seem to have been at the same race. She tends to keep most people at a bit of a distance and limits her conversations to purposefully professional or courteously superficial levels. However, she can't hide the classic face behind the Harry Potter glasses, and she can't disguise the firm, shapely legs that end at her well shaped ass. Her breasts are just about the right size by my thinking, not too big but not of the "itty-bitty-titty" class. They're so well proportioned to her athletically trim body. One can only imagine what lies beneath her conservative business attire, and I had had many thoughts about that on many occasions. I'm sure in her younger day, she was a total movie star, but having a son who is now almost 15 has taken just a tad of the shine from the apple. Still, I can tell you, if she decided to scrap the librarian look for something a little more uptown, she'd be turning heads and causing traffic accidents. 

For most of the previous year, my interaction with Karen had been limited to data searches or small talk while we get coffee and goodies from the vending machines. She can be rather intimidating when she wants to be, so I have never pushed the boundaries despite the fact that we have a mutual acquaintance that neither she, nor that acquaintance realize; her husband. John and I are in the same Army reserve unit, and have been casual friends for a few years, but we've never really been "asshole buddies" that hung around together in private life. I had recognized Karen from a picture hanging in his locker, but never mentioned it to either one of them. I really didn't want to make an issue of it. John and I didn't seem to have all that much in common other than our reserve activity. However, that changed several months ago when we discovered while on one of our yearly active duty deployments that we shared a love of scotch on the rocks, golf, and the sorts of erotic stories presented as "letters" in several magazines published by one of the "mighty duo" of major men's magazines. He confided that he and his wife (our sweet innocent Karen) liked to read them to each other as a mutual turn on. Who would have thought it? I figured the only things she read were technical journals and home decorating magazines. Our new found appreciation of erotic literature precipitated occasional discussions about some of the adventures of the "liberated" women in what I assumed were mostly phony letters published in the magazines.

Things really got interesting last month after one of the drill meetings when, to my surprise, John asked me to stop off with him for a beer. We talked about a lot of different things, and then he hit me with the direct shot. He told me that even though he and Karen had often used erotic fantasies to spice up their sex life, they had finally decided to go beyond the fantasy and into the reality. About six months ago, for his birthday, Karen had helped him live out a fantasy of his by bringing one of her girlfriends to bed with them. The rules were that it was someone he didn't know and wouldn't try to track down. In fact, the "other woman" wore a wig, a mask, and had shaved her pussy hair so that he wouldn't even have a clue about her hair color (as if women didn't dye their hair). It had been one of the greatest nights of his life and he wanted to help his wife live out one of her own light bondage fantasies for her birthday coming in about a month. I nearly choked on the word "bondage". Karen? Sweet, quiet, professional librarian Karen?

John told me that I fit the criteria for his plan. I wasn't married so I wouldn't have to explain anything to a wife or do something that might be considered cheating on my part. I was clean and healthy, and a guy he had been through some level of hell with so he felt he could trust me. I was level headed and didn't seem like the type who would cause complications or try to muscle in on his marriage. Most importantly, Karen didn't know me (or so he thought). Boy was I torn. Should I tell him? I hate to admit it, but like most men, I let my cock make the decision for me, and I kept my mouth shut. After I agreed, John went on with more background. He told me that he and Karen sometimes got off on acting out one of her favorite fantasies wherein she was blindfolded, abducted to a deserted cabin, and tied to the bed while a strange man made her do sexual things that "nice" girls didn't do. It really got them both hot, and it was the only situation where Karen would seem to enjoy filthy talk and be willing to let him cum in her mouth or jerk off on her face. He told me that talking dirty to her, and telling her all the things that he was going to do really got her cranked up. John's plan was to blindfold her and tie her up like usual, but he was going to bring me in as a birthday surprise. Man, I was charged. My cock was as so hard I could have used it for a jack handle.

"So do you think you want to help with this scene," he asked?

"Are you kidding? I'm all in. Are you sure she's going to go for it? You really aren't going to spring me on her without telling her are you?" I asked.

"No. She knows we're going to do this. We've talked about it at length, and she's game. She just sort of wants the anonymity and some defined limits to know she's safe."

"And they are?" I asked.

"We already hit on some. Rule 1: You don't tell her who you are and you don't try to contact her after the gig. Rule 2: You don't do anything that could really hurt her. This is just a tie-up and fuck game. You can fuck her any way you want in any hole you want. You can cum anywhere you want in her or on her. She's on the pill so that's not any concern. You can do whatever you want to "force" her to do. That's the thing that gets her going in this scene. However, no hitting or whipping or choking or any of that shit that could cause any sort of injury. I like you Jason, but if you hurt her, I'll really hurt you. She's my wife and the mother of my son. Got that?"

"Damned well got it," I said nodding my head. "But do you know how silly that super-husband warning sounds right after you tell me I can fuck her in any hole and cum where I want?" 

He laughed out loud. "Hey, remember, this is basically a game and a fantasy and everything is consensual on everybody's part. Karen and I are both on board with this. Not to worry." 

Then he added, "Rule 3. Very important rule. I know you're divorced and have been out and about so a medical exam is a must. I want to see the results in writing, not that I don't trust you. I don't want her or me getting infected with something. Agreed?"

"Agreed," was my answer.

"OK. We're good to go. If I were you, I'd get that medical exam soon because her birthday is in a few weeks. After I see the medical results, we'll make final plans. No messing around after the exam. The only thing you're allowed to fuck before our fun night can be your left hand or your right hand, your choice. No other women till Karen."

The next day I went to my doctor and told him I wanted a complete work up for any sort of STD's. He looked at me.

"Hmmmm. You haven't been messing around with professional women have you?" he asked.

"No. It's just that I have had a few girl friends since the divorce, and I just want to get checked out."

"Not a bad idea now days," he said, and proceeded to take blood samples and swab other parts of my private places to do cultures. 

"You think you could expedite them a little, Doc? Can you have them in a few days?"

A week is best I can do. You have some sort of heavy date or something?" he asked winking.

When I got the results, I was pretty happy to see that I was 100% clean as a whistle and called John. We met for a beer, and he was also happy to see a full pass on the medical report.

"OK" he said. "No sex other than with Mr. Hand until Saturday night at my house."

"What about your son?" I asked.

"Karen's father has a house at the lake upstate, and Danny will be there fishing with grand dad. He leaves Friday night. We can do our thing Saturday. Karen and I have a "date night at home" planned. We'll have dinner about 6. We'll take a nice hot shower together about 8 and adjourn to the bedroom for what she thinks will be her regular "fantasy" evening. You're going to be waiting out in the car so when she goes to get into the shower, I'll give you a high sign and you come in quick. Wait in the basement. After the shower, I'll get her all tied up and blindfolded and make some excuse to check the door or the stove or something. I'll come get you and bring you to the bedroom. Sound like a plan?"

I wasn't totally sure if this was all going to work out, but John seemed like he had everything organized. Saturday evening came and just as he said, I got over to his house about 7:30 to make sure I didn't miss my cue. About 10 minutes of 8, John opened the door and motioned for me to come quickly. He shuttled me into the basement and then went to shower with his wife. About 10 minutes later, I heard them in the bedroom and then I heard him say, "Sweetheart, I'll be right back. I'm not sure I locked the door."

The basement door opened and John stood there wearing only a towel. He motioned me to be silent and come with him. We entered the bedroom, and I couldn't believe what I saw. Karen stark naked, blindfolded with her hands strapped to the headboard and her legs in straps that pulled them up, back and out like she was in a gynecologist's stirrups. Every part of her was exposed. There was nothing private about her private parts tonight. I've seen many a crotch shot in books, movies, and with my girlfriends, but never a "stranger" who was another guy's wife. Her pussy was partly shaved but it still had a little hair so she didn't have that little girl thing happening. How many times had I seen her at work and wondered what she looked like naked. That was no longer a dream, it was a reality. She was beautiful, especially for a woman of 40. Just a minor hit of a little sagging, but she had a super athletic body. There was a barely visible caesarian scar. Not like some other's I've seen. Her obstetrician must have had a plastic surgeon next to him. John sat on the side of the bed and started to stroke his wife's breasts and gave them a little kiss. She squirmed a little. "Sweetheart" he said. "You know we've been talking for months about taking your fantasy to the next level just like you made mine real for me on my birthday. Well, tonight's the night."

"You always say that to get me going," she giggled.

"Not tonight, Sweetie." He turned to me. "This is my wife Karen. Say hello."

"Hello, Karen," I said.

No sooner than the words were out of my mouth her arms and legs strained at the straps trying to cover up and close her legs.

"MY GOD JOHN! MY GOD! THERE REALLY IS ANOTHER MAN IN THIS ROOM!"

He cradled her head in his arms. "Shhhhh, Sweetheart. It's OK. He can be trusted. I've discussed this with him in minute detail, and it's all OK. You know we talked about this, and it's what you want."

"Yeah I know John. But, you gave me no warning. It's just a regular Saturday and then you have me strapped out naked, and you're going to give me to this man I don't know."

He continued to cradle her. "You know this is what we both want, and you don't have to be afraid. I'd trust this man with my own life. You have nothing to worry about. I want you to let yourself go completely and enjoy being taken by him in any way he wants. You know you like to be taken and used like that. It's ok. I'll be right down the hall in the living room, and if you feel at all uneasy at any time, just yell, 'John, come get me,' and I'll be here in two seconds. OK? We good? We both want this for you just like we both wanted the threesome with your girlfriend for me. I love you very much, and this is the most special birthday present I can give you. Now I'm going to shut the door and go to the living room so you won't feel intimidated with me watching or anything like that. I really do want you to just let your animal self fly. Just let yourself be taken and used to please this man. I know how you like to do that to please yourself as well"

With that, John gave me a little nod and left the room, shutting the door. There was silence for a moment then I went to sit on the edge of the bed and lightly started caressing her breasts. Karen strained a little at the straps.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"You know I can't tell you that. Just think of me as your fantasy man. I can be whoever you want me to be since you can't see me."

"What are you going to do to me? Please don't hurt me," she pleaded.

"I'm going to do whatever I damned sight want to do to you and use you like your husband told me I could. He told me I could fuck you in any hole and cum in or on you where ever I felt like it. I'm not going to hurt you as long as you cooperate and give me your body without a fight."

She whimpered and shivered a little and I wasn't sure if that was fear or just arousal. I hoped the latter since she really wasn't straining at the straps anymore. She had started to submit completely and melt into the situation. I stroked my hand around her breasts and squeezed her nipples a little. My hand moved along her belly and traced along the scar to the top of the little patch of hair. I didn't go directly to her pussy but took a detour along her inner thigh and down her calf and to her feet. I gave the underside of her feet a little tickle and she jumped. I traced my fingers back under her calf and along the underside of her thigh and up the crack of her ass, giving her asshole a little tickle in the process. Then, to her pussy. I softly traced her lips, back down to slide between them at her cunt hole and then up to her clit. She whimpered a little, but she was rotating her ass and crotch a little so I know she was enjoying it. "I'm going to get undressed now. I know you can't see so I'll tell you what I'm doing. I'm taking off my shoes and socks and now my shirt and undershirt. I'm unbuckling my pants"

I got quiet so that she heard my zipper go down. She perked a little at the sound. "Now I'm dropping my pants and taking off my shorts to be naked."

I just stood there for a minute and then said, "I have to pee".

I went into the bathroom just off the master bedroom and raised the seat. I didn't close the door and pissed directly into the water so she could hear my pee splashing in the bowl. Flushed the toilet and went right over to the bed, straddling her and saying, "I think it's time you had a little taste of cock."

With that I just put my cock to her mouth and she opened it. She knew I had just peed. I fucked her mouth a little while I reached behind me and pinched her nipples. She moaned but I knew it wasn't too much pain. 

I asked her, "Do you like sucking cocks Karen?" She made a little muffled sound and nodded her head. I took my cock out and sat on the side of the bed.

"Tell me, Karen, do you like sucking cock? Do you like getting your mouth fucked?"

"Yes," she said.

"Yes 'what'?" I demanded. And there was silence. Then she realized.

"Yes I like sucking cock and having my mouth fucked" she added.

"You like sucking cock 'who'?" I demanded. Again silence. I smacked her ass with my open palmed she jumped. "You address me as 'sir'," I insisted.

Then she whimpered, "I like sucking cock, sir, and I love having my mouth fucked, sir." I hoped that my smack on the ass wouldn't have her calling out for John and ending the evening, but it wasn't much more than a lot of women like during a little rough sex play.

"How about cum, Karen? Do you like the smell and taste of cum?"

"Yes, sir. I love to the smell and taste of cum, and love to drink it from a man's cock while he fucks my mouth," she responded. She was catching on, and I have to admit, I was getting into it myself even though this sort of thing had never been my thing.

My hand traced down to her pussy and slid one finger into her. "I'll bet you like having your pussy licked and feeling a nice wet tongue in your cunt, don't you?"

"Yes, sir. I love having my pussy eaten."

"Do you like the taste of your pussy?" I said taking my finger from her cunt and putting it into her mouth. 

"mmmmmm," she said working her tongue around my finger.




Blindfold Birthday BJ



Mark's birthday is today, and I still had no idea what present to get for him. We are buds and it's not like he is really expected anything, and I figured if nothing else I would just settle for a nice bottle of scotch. It was the usual thing between us, neither of us were really big on gifts.

Wandering around the electronics store looking for inspiration, I stopped just before turning a corner, hearing a familiar voice. At first I was going to just go around to the next aisle and say 'Hi' but the tone of her voice stopped me. I heard her say that she screwed up on her checkbook and as a result had blown too much money at the bar the night before and she was not going to be able to cover her rent.

Sneaking a peek around the corner, I confirmed my guess that it was Karen talking to someone I vaguely recognized but didn't really know. Her friend laughed lightly, saying "Well if you're desperate, you could always sell your ass on the corner, right?"

...silence...

Karen replied "Don't tempt me. I've actually thought about it. My friends are getting tired of gifting me money, and $200 is a lot for me to ask for, especially with this short of a notice. As much as I love sex and don't have a boyfriend, it could work out perfectly. But that whole 'jail' thing and diseases scare me enough to keep me from trying. Besides, Mother Nature is conspiring against me right now too. Kinda limits the options."

The friend's eyes were kind of bugging out hearing this, but she recovered and shook her head. "You know, girl, I think you would really do it if you could. Even if you did do it, it's just once, and for a good reason and I wouldn't blame you."

"Thanks I guess? It's also kind of kinky to think of meeting up with some random guy one time, just so he can use me for my body, but the vulnerable position really scares me, I don't want to be taken advantage of or beat up or something. And it's not like I could ask any of my guy friends to be my bodyguard, I couldn't handle them knowing!"

"Wow, I guess you really did put some thought into this. Sure wish I had some extra cash to help you out, but you know how broke I am... Well hey, not to cut you short, but I have to get running, my lunch break is over in like 2 minutes. I gotta run!"

"OK hun, thanks for listening. Love you!"

They hugged quickly, and the friend left at a fast walk to the front of the store to clock in. Karen turned back to the display and stared at the rack, her mind clearly miles away. My heart was pounding in nervousness, my head swimming with what I had just heard and the thoughts that came up.

Karen jumped and barely held in a tiny squeal of fright as I touched her shoulder. 

She scowled at me, trying not to laugh. "You jerk, why do you always do that?"

Shrugging my shoulders, I said "Didn't do nuthin, just saying 'hi!' So what are you doing here?"

With a sigh, she looked down at her feet. "I just stopped by to chat with my friend Amy for a little bit. She just went back on shift, so I was going to go home and dream up ways to grow some money for rent. Know any Sugar Daddies looking for someone to throw cash at?"

"Nope, sorry."

Now I was really nervous. I knew if this came out wrong, it could ruin our friendship.

"Umm, Karen? Not to seem too nosy, but I kind of knew you were here. I was coming around that corner a few minutes ago, but heard something that made me stop..."

Her eyes got huge and her face turned beet red instantly.

"No, no, no, you can't say anything to anyone, I didn't mean it...."

"Wait a second" I interrupted, "it's not like that, just listen. As beautiful as you are, and as much as I like you, I couldn't ask *that* of you, it would kill our friendship. But I heard about your 'bodyguard' comment and the whole 'vulnerable' thing you said."

Karen opened her mouth to say something, and I could see her eyes were starting to mist over. Holding up my hand I said "Wait a sec, just let me finish, OK?"

She nodded slowly, now looking at me differently. Was she now intrigued?

"OK, I couldn't tell anyone what you said to Amy, that's just not cool. But I have an idea for you, and it would help out your little rent problem. It's the birthday of a friend of mine, and I wanted to get him a present but had no idea what to get. I was thinking we could help each other out here. It's safe, it's secret, I would be in the next room, and everyone wins all the way around."

She had been looking straight at me while I spoke, a look of mild shock on her face as if she couldn't believe the proposition I gave her. My face was about as flushed as hers was, I could feel my ears burning. This was WAY more than I ever expected to ask a female friend to do.

Karen quickly turned and walked a few steps away, pretending to look at the shelf of DVDs in front of her, but looking right through them. I could almost hear the gears in her head churning like never before.

She waved her hand at me and said "Walk this way, let's talk about this."

We left the store and walked in silence to my car, then sat on the hood, neither of us talking for several minutes. Seeing me look around, she said "My car isn't here, I sold it to pay bills and have been borrowing my room-mate's, but now her car is in the shop so I took the bus. Can you give me a ride home?"

Unlocking the car, we both sat down, but she grabbed my hand to stop me from starting the engine.

"Mike, you have really messed with my head hearing you talking to me like that in the store. Seriously, it weirded me out. But I thought about it, and I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm so desperate for cash right now that I may take you up on that offer. But we need to lay some ground rules if this is going to happen, OK?"

Stunned in disbelief, I couldn't answer right away. Finding my voice, I said "What did you have in mind?"

"First, he can't know who I am. Period. I won't even talk so he can't recognize my voice. No one but you and I can know. And speaking of 'period', I'm on mine, so I can only do a blowjob. He can use his hands as much as he wants though. And like you heard in the store, I will need $200 for this. Now you tell me what you're thinking about how to handle this?"

She had not looked at me the whole time, but I was staring at her. She was breathing hard, and her face was all red, but based on the instant appearance of rock-hard nipples trying to poke through her shirt, I was no longer sure if her breathing and complexion was from embarrassment or being massively turned on. Or both.

"Umm, ok, that all sounds good. And I'm thinking we do this right now before we lose our nerve." Seeing her nod her head, I continued "I will call him now and get this started."

Hoping to reduce the awkwardness later, I pulled out my wallet and took the cash out and put it in her lap without saying a word. She didn't look at the bills or count them, she just stuffed the bills into her purse.

I got my phone and dialed Mark's number, hoping my voice wouldn't betray my nervousness.

"Hey dude, it's me" I said as he answered.

"Ya, hold on. You doing anything right now? Cool. Tell ya what, got a surprise for you. Get your stanky butt out of your sweats, take a shower and get dressed, then go to my apartment and let yourself in. I'll be there in about 20 minutes, and you had better be alone and waiting on the couch if you know what's good for you. Got that? No, I won't tell you what it's all about, just do it. Ok, cool, see ya soon."

I hit the 'end' button and put the phone in the console. Turning to Karen I asked "So you're sure about this right?"

She nodded and said "This will keep me from getting evicted, so that's a plus. On the other hand, it's also so kinky and dirty it's even turning me on like crazy right now. OHH! HOLY CRAP! Sorry Mike, I can't believe I just said that! This is just too weird!"

Smiling at her discomfort, I didn't tell her that it was just as weird and erotic for me, and that I was suddenly very jealous of Mark. Driving home, we both rode in silence, not speaking until we pulled into my parking spot.

"OK, here we are. You may or may not know this friend, but I doubt it, so don't try to figure it out. I was thinking that if you were to cover your face it would help both of you keep your privacy. I'm going to go upstairs and get things set up, so can you stay here until I come for you?"

She nodded, but she didn't seem any less turned on yet.

A minute later I was in my living room, looking at a very confused friend.

He shook his head "Dude, you are one weird guy. So what's the big deal, why did I have to rush over here?"

"Well duh, I got a present for you. It's one that can't really be opened at a birthday party. Trust me. Can you help me with some stuff real quick?"

I went to the linen closet and took out a bedspread and several towels and brought them back to the living room and set them on the coffee table. Pulling the table to the side, I asked him to cover the couch with the spread, and put towels on the floor. While he did that, I went to the clothes dryer and took out a couple of thick t-shirts and brought them back.

Turning on the stereo and putting in the closest hair-band Greatest Hits CD I could find, I gave him the run-down.

"OK birthday boy, here's the deal. It sounds cliché, but I know this girl that is really hurting for cash, so we worked out a deal. She's waiting in the car and I'm gonna bring her up in a minute. She is going to show you how talented her mouth is, but she does not want to be seen AT ALL. Got that? You can get an outstanding BJ, but you can't see her, and she doesn't want to see you. And no talking either so you don't know each other's voices. If you know each other, it would be really odd, so this will prevent that from happening. And YES, she is a girl. You can use your hands as much as you want to prove that to yourself. So we got this bedspread here to keep my couch clean, and towels to keep my floor clean, and the shirts are to cover your faces to keep it all private. Got it?"

This was such a shock it took him a minute to catch up. The jaw-dropped look quickly turned to a very happy face. "Oh HELL YA, I'm cool with that, bring her up!" was his reply.

In seconds, his shoes, socks, and shirt were on the floor and his pants were unbuttoned.

"DUDE! What the hell are you doing? She ain't up here yet. It's just you and me and you are kinda creeping me out."

"Oh, sorry, got carried away..."

We laughed as I walked towards the door.

"Oh, by the way" I said, stopping in the doorway, "put that shirt over your head and leave your pants on. She can take care of the rest when she gets up here. Plus, that will give me time to leave the room so I don't have to see your junk. Once y'all are done, she will go into the bathroom and you can go home. No cuddling today. And can you turn up the stereo a bit? I don't wanna hear the sucky-sloppy noises and get all jealous of you."

Halfway to the car, I saw Karen leaning on the door waiting for me. She walked up to meet me and we walked back to the apartment. I told her how the setup worked, and that 'the guy' was cool with the conditions.

Handing her the shirt, she just smiled and nodded. I turned to leave the room, and got about 4 steps before I felt her hand on my arm. As I turned to look, my eyes were drawn down first, noticing that her shirt was already unbuttoned but still on. The hint of her half-bared breasts was all I could focus on at the moment. Her hand pushing up on my chin finally distracted me. 

Leaning in close, she pushed her body onto me, and I could feel her boobs on either side of my arm. She whispered softly "Thanks for all this, Mike. And remember -- no peeking. That's just weird."

I went back to my room to watch some TV, hoping to distract myself until it was time to drive Karen home. That plan failed miserably before it had time to start. Trying to close the door quietly, I faced the door and turned the knob to slide it shut. Trying (but failing) to be a gentleman about it I did look, half hoping for a quick peek. The view showed Karen swaying her hips as she slid her jeans down, her black lace boy-cut panties facing me, framing an awesome ass. She was partly facing to the side, so I got a quick side-boob view as well. Then I was stuck, I couldn't rip my eyes away.

Karen walked towards Mark, stopping just in front of his feet. She knelt down and tied the shirt around her eyes the rest draped over the top of her head. Mark visibly jerked as she touched his knees, but relaxed quickly as she rubbed up and down his thighs. For maybe two minutes she just touched him, stroking everything between his knees and pecs. Her hands went away from my view as her body blocked me and I assumed she was undoing his jeans.

My intentions were initially good, but my hormones got the best of me. Figuring that if no one saw me, no one would be the wiser. Knowing the stereo would make enough noise to cover my movements, I walked out as softly as possible, avoiding the few squeaky parts of the floor. Her attention were too focused on removing his jeans and what popped up to notice me sneak into the kitchen behind the breakfast bar.

Just because Karen was a good friend didn't mean I had never checked her out. I knew she had a nice body, but this was better than I expected. She was nowhere near the airbrush/photoshop models you see in ads, but her body was still enough to make my cock stand at attention seeing her mostly naked.

Mark lifted his ass off the couch to let his jeans be pulled down, but my eyes were on Karen as she got rid of the rest of his clothes. I suddenly realized I was stroking myself through my jeans as I watched her, and thought that the mental pictures I was getting were going to give my hand a workout for a long time. Then it clicked. I knew it was wrong, but my little head was doing the thinking as I brought out my cellphone and turned on the camera.

Karen was on her knees, leaning forward slightly, resting her forearms on his upper thighs. This gave me a great vantage point to devour her body with my eyes. She started with just licking and kissing all around his cock, never touching it for more than a second. After a few minutes of this she grabbed his cock and started stroking softly while licking up and down the shaft, briefly taking only his purple head into her mouth. Suddenly breaking stride, she plunged her head down, trapping her hand between his stomach and her lips. As fast as she could, her head rose and fell, never once letting his cock out of her mouth. Mark's hands quickly found her head, helping guide her as she inhaled him repeatedly.

Changing the tempo again, her head rose slowly. Going up all the way, she moved slower, and over the music I could hear the suction breaking with a 'pop' followed by a moan of disappointment from Mark, his hands reaching for her but only finding air. She pushed herself up on his legs, getting to a standing position. Moving her feet further apart for balance, she leaned over and put her hands on the couch. Her mouth open, she searched in her blindness for his cock with her tongue. Mark could feel this and put his hands on her cheeks, guiding her face onto his rock-hard cock, and even from this far away could see it throbbing with his heartbeat.

Karen worked her head around, her throat and chin glistening from the moisture on his cock. Finally getting it back into her mouth, she relaxed her arms a little, letting her body weight force her down, impaling herself on his rod. The muscles in her arms flexed as she pushed herself up, and relaxed to go back down. She went so far down that I could see her throat get thicker as he pushed deeper into her, only made possible by the angle of her body. 

She held herself down for longer than I thought possible, and only pushed up when she started to gag. Pulling up all the way, Mark's cock popped from her mouth as she coughed and could breathe again around the strands of saliva connecting her to him. He was a better man than me, I'm not sure how he would withstand that, but he did it again. She found him and sucked him in and buried his cock in her throat, her chin tight against his balls, her nose lost in his tuft of pubic hair.

He only lasted two more repeats of that. Mark's body jerked as she held herself in place, clearly unable to withstand any more of her wonderful oral torture. Her throat moved once as she swallowed his first jet of cum, and she quickly fell to her knees and pulled her head back. Her hands stroked his cock, milking out all she could. I found out she didn't swallow it, but instead saved it in her mouth. As she pulled free of him she opened her mouth and let it all spill out onto his cock. Using it like a lotion, she rubbed his cum all over his crotch. From here I could see the liquid shine on him, but not for long. She leaned forward, pulling his half-hard cock between her boobs, stroking up and down on him. Spitting the last vestiges of cum into her hand, she rubbed it into her cleavage, lubricating herself more.

Moving her whole body, she squeezed her boobs around his cock as she stroked him, and his hands quickly joined hers. In no time, he was hard again, and now he was reaching to feel more of her body. Karen stood up and ran her hands up his body, then pulled/pushed to get him to lay down on his back on the couch. She got back onto her knees and focused all her attention on his cock again. His hands were all over her body, groping and squeezing. She seemed to lose her focus several times as he massaged her breasts, and she jerked as he pinched and pulled on her nipples. Not once did she stop him though, but pushed back into him as if asking for more.

She moaned loudly as his hand ventured further south and found her lace-covered pussy. He paused as if remembering what I told him, so he didn't go inside the cloth, but that did not stop him from his own fingering. Her hips started moving in rhythm with his hand, and her mouth copied it as well. Every time her hips thrust forward, her head slammed down onto his cock. As she pulled her lips back, her fist wrapped around his shaft was stroking him quickly.

By this time, I had given up on restraining myself. I had started out kneeling on the floor, but my pants were as far down as they could go, leaving room for me to slowly stroke my cock as I watched her inhaling his cock, and the movements of her body. Never expecting to see her naked again, I wanted this to last as long as possible. The only time I stopped stroking myself was to take yet another picture, to get as little shake as I could; getting a blurry pic of her would just not do her justice. 

As focused as I was on her body, I had not paid attention to what she was doing to him. As he started making noise again, I looked up in time to see him go rigid for a moment before bucking his hips into her face. His hand on her pussy had stopped moving and was just squeezing her ass. She moaned in frustration, pushing her ass back into his hand, which now just fell to the floor. Exhausted, Mark had totally gone limp, his energy having been put into shooting his cum into Karen's mouth.

Slowly, Karen eased back settling onto her heels. She wiped her mouth with her hand and spread his seed onto her chest with the last batch. Going onto all fours, she felt around for her clothes for a moment, and that sprung me into action. I had to get away before I got caught!

Hurriedly trying to fix my jeans, I found I couldn't get them all the way up while I was still kneeling down. Seeing she still had her eyes covered I stood up, hoping to get decent while quickly getting back to my room. My heart sank in fear as she took the shirt off of her head. She was still looking at the floor, but I couldn't stop moving fast enough. Karen saw movement from the corner of her eye and her head snapped around, catching me standing there holding my cellphone and with my cock out jutting out obscenely, staring at her in shock.




Blindfold Birthday BJ



Karen's eyes bugged out and her mouth opened in surprise. She turned away without trying to cover up, and gathered the rest of her clothes while I tried in vain to make a graceful exit. I was halfway down the hall when she grabbed the back of my shirt, stopping me in my tracks.

She pulled me back and softly but with feeling said "You fucking pervert, you were not supposed to peek. Get in the bathroom now!"

I was embarrassed at being caught, but confused at her command. Stunned enough to stand still, I almost fell as she pushed me towards my bedroom. She kept moving as she closed the door with her foot and muscled me into the master bathroom. When the bathroom door closed and the vent fan was turned on, she grabbed my shoulder and turned me around.

"You were not supposed to be out there Mike. Did you enjoy the show?"

"Umm, I don't know what I was thinking, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have..."

"Just stop. I know you were jerking off. Did you cum watching me?"

"No, I was going slow, I didn't want it to end."

"Good, I didn't get to cum either, your friend stopped just short. You have to finish it now, so get your clothes off and fuck me good."

"But you said you couldn't do that."

"Right now I don't care. That's why we are in here, no one cares if the shower gets dirty. Besides, I need to wash off anyway."

Taking off my shirt, I felt her unbutton my jeans, since that was as far as I had gotten in the hallway. Thinking I was in a lot of trouble, my cock had gone soft, but that changed quickly as I felt a warm wet grasp envelop my cock. Throwing my shirt to the side I looked down to see Karen on her knees in front of me. She pulled her head back halfway down my cock and stared into my eyes. Her breasts were in her hands and her fingers pinching her nipples. The look on her face told me all I needed to know.

It didn't take long for me to be rock hard again, and without a word she went to turn on the shower. She turned me around as she went to the toilet so I could finish undressing. As I tossed my jeans in the corner, she pulled on my arm and I stepped into the shower behind her. After closing the curtain I turned back to find her on her knees again and she ate my cock before I had a chance to reach for her.

Karen stood up and grinned, saying "Just wanted to make sure it was still ready for me."

She turned all the way around under the water stream to get wet then grabbed the soap. She turned away from me and leaned over, pointing her ass at me. I didn't get there fast enough though as she turned her head to me.

"Hurry up and fuck me already dammit, don't make me beg."

With a step and a thrust, I buried my cock inside of her. Her pussy felt like heaven, a hot velvet glove wrapped tightly around me, and it took all the control I had to not cum instantly. I reached for her waist, pulling her closer, trying to sink even deeper inside of her. She straightened up, her back against me, and put one foot on the side of the tub. My hips sank a bit lower and thrust again, feeling like I was deeper than ever. She reached back for my arms, wrapping them around her.

The soap made her slick, making my hands slide everywhere on her, never stopping once to grope. It may have been only a minute of frantic thrusting, but it was the longest of my life. We were both so close already, plus the magical feeling of her body and our need for each other was all it took. As hard as I was trying to not cum, it was completely over-ruled the instant I heard her moaning and felt her already tight pussy contract around my cock. Leaning back against the wall of the shower, my cock spasmed inside of her as I pulled her body as close to me as it could get.

Time stopped for us as our bodies shuddered in ecstasy. We somehow joined into one person as our pleasure wracked both of us so intensely. Slowly, the sound of the shower came back to me, then the feeling of water hitting my body. Looking at the beauty I held tightly in front of me, knowing my semi-hard cock was still buried deep inside of her, told me this was not really all a dream. I felt better than I had in ages, and it seemed too good to be true - but the ass pressed into my groin, and the breasts in my hands said this was all real.

We finally rinsed off and got out of the shower, all without talking. Now that the sexual energy was sated, the past hour came flooding back into my mind. From the look on her face, the same was happening to her as well. We dressed in the awkward silence, and I left the room first to clean up the living room.

Karen came out, now looking quite refreshed. From our small talk it seemed like nothing had happened. Driving her home was the same, and when she got out, she said "Don't delete those pictures, I kind of want to see them later."

My shame kept me from saying anything to that. She turned to leave, but stopped a few steps later.

"Thank you for helping out with my rent, and thank you for keeping this all a secret. Oh, and I'm not sure how we are going to pay for my room-mate's car repairs. Know anyone that could maybe help out?"

Without waiting for an answer, she walked away. 



Blindfold Birthday



"So do I Karen. So do I. I'm going to go exploring a little and see what I find."

I moved my mouth to her tit and took her nipple into my mouth. I sucked gently and rolled my tongue over it while squeezing and "milking" her other breast. I could tell she liked that. After a few moments, I started kissing and licking down her belly until I reached the top of her pussy and gave her clit a little nibble. Then I moved down the bed and positioned myself between her legs with my face up close and personal with her crotch. I breathed in the scent of her cunt. "Oh Karen, what a sweet fragrant pussy you have." She pushed it as much as she could closer to my face, obviously wanting touch stimulation. 

"Hmmm. Seems like Karen would like me to touch or lick her pussy. Which is it, Karen? Touch or lick?"

"Oh, sir." she said, "I would so love to feel your tongue on my pussy and in my cunt hole. I would so love to feel your whole face in my wet cunt."

All right. This was getting good. She was getting into it, feeling more relaxed and giving me some good raunchy talk without prodding her too much. Her cunt was indeed soaking at this point. I spread her lips a little more to get right to her cunt hole and clit giving her long licks from her taint to her little nubbin which I both licked and nibbled between my lips. She really started rotating her crotch in my face and moaning.

"I think Karen needs something in her cunt hole. How about a finger?" I said slipping one finger all the way up. She responded.

"Yeah," I said. "I think now maybe two or even three fingers. Oh what the hell. How about four? " Slowly, I went from one, to two, to three, and then all four fingers, up her slippery wet woman tunnel, giving her time to adjust to the stretching with each finger and all the while slowly bathing her clit with my tongue. I wasn't sure if she could or would be willing to be completely fisted, but I didn't want to push it, no pun intended. I was in heaven smelling and tasting this woman who heretofore I had only known to give small research jobs and have small talk over a cup of coffee. By now she was writhing and moaning and straining a little at the straps. I think she would have loved to pull my face into her crotch or wrap her legs around my head if she could have gotten her hands free.

"I think we need to add one more little thing, Karen." I wet the middle finger of my other hand and slowly slid it into her asshole. She arched her back and groaned. This was now really getting to her. She ground her crotch on my hand in her cunt and my finger in her ass and my tongue on her clit, stiffened and let out an animal sound somewhere between a scream and a bellow and bucked like a wild horse. It was hard to keep my fingers in her and keep working my tongue. God she was loud. So many women seem to stifle their orgasms to a moan or a teeth gritting grunt, but sweet Karen was letting it all go like an animal caught in a trap. I know John heard it and hoped he didn't think it was a call for help, but then I figured he was probably pretty familiar with the sound. I wondered too if she didn't even give it a little more gusto just to make sure he heard it out in the living room.

There were two more "after-shocks" and then she basically went limp. After a few moments, I removed the fingers from her ass and cunt, and she sort of revived a little. I went up to the side of the bed again and put my hand to her face. She licked her juices off of it. What a turned on sex animal this woman was. This woman that, until now, I had only seen as a level-headed professional person. I had to get myself back into the groove. "Was that good, Karen? Did you enjoy that."

"Yes, sir" she answered. "What can I do to serve you and satisfy you, sir I'll let you use my body any way you want. Just tell me what you want."

"Well" I said straddling her face again, "Maybe we can think of something."

I slid my ball sack up or chin and over her mouth and told her to lick them. She did so without hesitation as I stroked my cock to get it back to full hardness. I put it in her mouth again for a bit to get it a little lubed with her saliva (not that it would really be needed) and said taking it out, "I think I might try putting this somewhere else for a bit."

Kneeling between her legs, I slowly pushed my cock into her cunt hole. I loved watching as it was graciously accepted by her slick slit, and I leaned forward to whisper in her ear, "Do you feel that cock in your cunt, Karen?'

"Absolutely sir" she answered. "It feels so big and so hard and so nice."

"I'm going to fuck you with it nice and deep. I know you must be a woman who loves being fucked so I believe that even if your legs weren't tied open, you'd still hold them out wide so I could get into you as deep as I could. That's because I think that deep down, you're really a cock hungry slut. Something tells me that you're a woman who likes having her cunt filled with cock all the time." 

"I do love being fucked , sir. Love the feeling of a man's cock filling my cunt. I love being used as a fuck hole, sir. I wish I could see your cock fucking me. Use me any way you want. Just use me. Use my cunt. Use any hole you want."

I couldn't believe what was coming from her mouth and it got me so cranked up. It felt so good inside her. She was so wet that my cock just slipped in and out like it was Teflon coated and greased with oil. It was making slurping noises which is so damned sexy. I could tell that she was really getting close to cumming again and I took a chance based on what happened earlier. I slid my finger all around her cunt to get it all lubed and slippery, reached around and slid it up her ass like earlier. She let out a little yelp and I could feel her legs pull on the straps. She started moaning and then she bucked her crotch on me as best she could even though she was completely tied. Then she stiffened and let out that wounded animal bellow again. 

"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! KEEP FUCKING IT!" 

I could feel her cunt clutching at my cock and her asshole throbbing on my finger. She went on like what seemed forever, and again, I started to imagine what John was thinking sitting out in the living room. 

Finally she slowed and went limp. She asked, "Sir, did you cum in me?"

"No," I answered. "And do you know why?"

Before she answered I said, "Because I've been saving it to cover your face with it and fill your mouth with it. "

She let out that little whimper again and I pulled out of her pussy, and started to climb up to straddle her face. Before I knew it, the first stream of cum hit her on the cheek and just under the nose. She flinched a little but then opened her mouth so that the second pulse when onto her tongue as my cock was enveloped by her lips. Now it was my turn to bellow in orgasmic release. She didn't flinch as my cock continued to throb and pump my man juice into her mouth. I could see her swallowing. Again I was just in awe of seeing this innocent "librarian" tied open, naked, taking my cock into her mouth that just came from her cunt soaking wet with her own juice. I couldn't help myself and didn't know if it was against John's "rules", but I pulled my cock out of her mouth, pushed it back into her wet woman hole and kissed her mouth hard and deep. I could taste my cum on her lips. I collapsed onto her and whispered into her ear, "Oh my God, Karen. I've never felt like that." I knew saying that was out of character as her "rapist", but I couldn't help it.

I don't know how many minutes passed, but I finally rolled off of her and sat on the edge of the bed.

"I hope that was everything you wanted it to be. I suppose I should say 'Happy Birthday' or something."

She laughed. "Present accepted. It was more than I could have expected and honestly, I was beginning to think that John wasn't really going to go through with it."

I kissed her on the forehead and gave her as much of a hug as possible given her position in the straps. "I'd better be going" I said. "John's been amazingly liberal about all this, but I don't want to over stay my welcome. Besides, he's probably chomping at the bit to get in here to see how you are."

She giggled. "I think he heard how I am." 

We both laughed. I got dressed and went out to see John.

"Holy shit man," he said. "All I could hear was screams and muffled shit about cunts and cocks and fingers in assholes and I was going nuts picturing what was happening. Did you actually fuck her in the ass?"

"No," I said, "I'll leave that up to you. I think it's time for me to leave you guys alone."

"OK," he laughed. "So I think we gave her a hell of a birthday," and gave me a little shoulder punch. "Lock the door on your way out."

With that, he went back into the bedroom, sat on the bed, and cradled her head in his arms again. I couldn't hear what they were saying. He started to take her blindfold off, and I ducked back behind the wall. I headed out the door. I couldn't let her see me.

All the way home, my mind was racing back through the evening. I was starting to get so turned on again. I was driving one handed because my other hand was in my pants. I couldn't wait to run in, take off my clothes and start working my cock with my hand imagining it was back in her cunt and mouth. Her scent was still all over me and I came in about 30 seconds. I fell asleep and didn't wake up till morning. I was horny again thinking about the night before and jerked off again before taking a shower and making breakfast. I jerked off two more times that day because it all kept playing back through my brain like a movie loop.

The next day, I managed to get my mind back on work a bit, but later that morning, wouldn't you know it but my boss wanted me to start a new project which required getting some background data. It meant I had to go up to Karen's floor and I'd probably see her. I exited the elevator and saw her immediately. I felt really strange, but I tried to fight it.

"Hello, Karen" I said. "I have some specs and data I need researched and compiled for us to use on a new job." 

I handed her the folder and she told me she'd probably give it to one of her assistants. Then she said. "Jason, I've been meaning to tell you something I found out a couple of months ago. You and my husband are in the same Army reserve unit. I happened to see the unit picture they do every year, and I recognized you. I told him I knew you from the company downstairs from where I worked, and that I had done some work for you on a couple of your projects."

My heart stopped and I went cold. The bastard knew. She told him that she knew me. The whole time he was going on about the rules of her birthday scene with a stranger, he knew that his wife and I knew each other. Holy shit. It was his plan from the start. Karen spoke up and broke the wild stream of thoughts churning through my head.

"John told me that you're divorced and a pretty nice guy. I have a girlfriend who's also been divorced for about a year and a half. She's pretty nice and a lot like me in many ways. John's only met her once, but he really liked her, and thinks she's pretty special. If you don't think I'm meddling, maybe you could come over for dinner some evening. I could invite her, and maybe you two would hit it off. It's just a thought. As I said, she really is a whole lot like me."

I only caught about half the words. Her girlfriend.....divorced.....like her.....John only met her once......thinks she's special....come over for dinner.

"Yeah, sure," I mumbled, my head still racing as I backed toward the elevator and pushed the button to do down. The door opened and I was about to step in when Karen spoke up again.

"You know, Jason, it's funny. You have this very distinctive way of pronouncing my name. I noticed it the first time you ever came up here, and I think about it each time you stop in. It sort of has a little bit of an Irish lilt or maybe a bit of a Boston sound. I've always noticed it, and I just bet I could even recognize it blindfolded."

The word "blindfolded" hit me like a fucking hammer. I looked at her and our eyes locked as she got this little Mona Lisa smile. I couldn't think. I couldn't blink. We never broke that gaze as I backed into the elevator. It was still burning into my brain as the elevator door closed.



Blindfold Bondage



You awaken in darkness, still with that slightly unreal feeling that comes with having drunk a little too much wine the evening before.

Gradually, as consciousness returns, you recall the night in snatches. There was a party, a lot of wine, music, dancing. As midnight neared, you went to leave and then... nothing. You stretch and realise that you are immobilised on your back, hands fastened at your sides, ankles bound together. Now you can feel a blindfold tight over your eyes. Wherever you are, it is warm and cushioned. You feel breath against your neck and a voice whispers in your ear, "ah, my beauty awakes." You feel lips on your earlobe and then a gentle nibbling and blowing.

"Where am I?" you ask, panicked.

"Somewhere safe," the voice replies. It is familiar and unthreatening, somehow comforting, "don't worry, you are only here for pleasure."

"But..."

"Hush, my sweet, just relax and enjoy yourself."

Lips gently kiss your neck, lightly nipping the flesh, and a hand touches your cheek so slightly that you're not even sure if perhaps you are only imagining it. You hear familiar music playing quietly in the background, and allow yourself to relax into the sublime pleasure of being adored whilst unable to resist. Lips touch your own, brushing over them slowly, and you feel a tongue trace their line and then probe between them. You allow your lips to part slightly and the intruder nudges the tip of your own tongue before pulling back to trace a line from the corner of your mouth to your cheek. A moist kiss touches the tip of your nose. Then the unseen face moves lower, trailing a path down your neck and towards your heaving bosoms.

Now you are acutely aware of your nakedness, as hands move to cup your breasts and support their weight while a trail of moisture is laid along your cleavage. All of your senses are focused on the tongue as it traces a sensual figure eight around your magnificent globes. Lips brush your own again. "The balcony is crowded." You almost feel the words against your face, rather than hear them, before the mouth descends once more and the tongue repeats its circuitous route, again and again, each time in smaller circles so that you feel a heightening sense of imminence as it grows ever nearer to the central pinnacle of their sensual focus. Finally it laps around your aureole, then you feel soft breath directed onto each nipple before the tongue resumes, flicking each so that you strain upward to meet its action. One forefinger settles on each aroused bud, pressing gently and then beginning slow circular movements, one clockwise, one anti-clockwise, then reversing, always one contrary to the other as nerve endings tingle sensation through to your racing mind.

The mouth lowers completely onto your left breast, sucking its fullness as though trying to encompass it in its entirety, to devour it, then repeating this hungry nuzzling of your sweet, sweat-sheened flesh on your other heaving mound. Meanwhile the hands of your captor (you are captured, you sharply recall, held against your will!) begin to squeeze and caress your swollen breasts. Then they are held firmly, pressed together, and you feel teeth lightly nibbling first one painfully erect nipple, then the other, switching between the two and gradually increasing the pressure until their very tips are nipped ever so gently. A soft kiss is then administered to each before the lips return to your own in a warm, moist kiss.

"Enjoying the attention, I hope," the voice murmurs. It sounds so familiar, yet you can't quite place it. "We have hours together yet." You feel yourself being rolled onto your front and then a hand at your back loosening your tethers and releasing your hands. You realise that you are now partially free, and begin to struggle weakly, but the sharp crack of an open palm across your buttocks warns you against this course of action.

"Such a pretty derriere, t'would be a shame to have to spank it to a bruising."

The voice is louder this time, somehow harder, and something in its tone tells you that resistance at this point would be fruitless. Your ankles are also freed and your captor raises you until you are on your hands and knees, your arms drawn back so that your wrists are against your knees, and these are then bound together in this position by the two lengths of velveteen fabric which had maintained your previous pose.

You settle back on your haunches, your bottom resting on your heels, your breasts hanging, pendulously exposed, before you. You are aware that you have a greater range of motion in this position, but with no idea of your surroundings apart from the mattress below you, or of your captors position, you decide to remain submissive for the time being.

A hand insinuates itself between your thighs, cupping the puffy moistness of your shaven sex, then a finger rubs lightly over your engorged clitoris. A second joins it and they massage within your outer lips before easing themselves into the moistness of your slick passage. They plunge deeply and work in a circular motion. You gasp with arousal and the fingers are removed.

"I can tell you're enjoying yourself," The voice is hushed and soothing once more, "but I will dictate the pace of your pleasure and you must know that there will be discipline."

You are pushed forward so that your weight is borne by your palms and six sharp smacks rain in quick succession on the upturned globes of your bottom. There is not pain, so much, as shock, and your sharp cries sound almost as though you are on the verge of an orgasm.

"You are here for pleasure, I will not hurt you, but control must be mine."

"Yes, I understand," you whisper meekly.

Now kisses replace the slaps on your buttocks, light touches of your captor's, no, your master's lips against the stinging flesh, and the bright flare of pain eases rapidly under their liquid embrace. Then the tongue again, circling each sphere, finally licking oh-so-slowly along the crease to the puckered entrance. A light nibble of the flesh there, then the tongue eases slightly into the tight opening, probing softly, hotly; then out and further down to the glistening lips of your pulsating loins, where it stretches, swelling, into your hot wetness, thrusting quickly, drawing back slowly, then thrusting again. 

"So sweet, so sweet." Your captor draws himself close behind you, and you feel his manhood, erect, swollen, pressing against your aching wetness, his hands reaching around to cup and squeeze your breasts as he eases his thickness into you, filling you, taking you over the brink...

You awake in darkness, but with soft, morning light just beginning to break through the curtains of your bedroom, casting light and shadow on the walls. You are alone. You run your hands over you body, smooth with sweat, savouring the last moments of your dream... or was it a memory?