0 comments/ 21570 views/ 1 favorites Blind Trust By: wysworld27 Clary kept telling herself that she trusted these women. But in so little time she was completely confused and disoriented. She remembered the party last night. It was exciting with lots of pretty people, sexy people, interesting people. However, with all the pretty, sexy, interesting people in the room, she found herself watching five women who seemed to flirt and touch and tease each other the entire evening. They all were attractive, well dressed and confident. She didn’t think of herself as lesbian but she was certain these women were and their body language made her yearn for a woman’s soft touch. She also didn’t think of herself as a wallflower but in her own way she must have stood out as attractive and sensual but subdued. Maybe last night she looked repressed and like someone who buried her sexuality. She had stood off by herself at times but every now and then would notice the women looking her way. God knows, she thought, she wasn’t a wallflower and she didn’t bury her sexuality. She would match her sex history with anyone in the room. She was strutting into her middle years with a great face, a hard body, firm breasts, killer legs and a desire for sex when and where she felt like it. She actually was feeling like it, but the party didn’t seem like the time and the place didn’t feel right. Clary noticed when the women got ready to leave a few minutes before midnight. With the others watching, the beautiful blonde with dark brown skin walked towards her and wordlessly handed her a small engraved card. The card in red italics read: ADVENTURE. Inside was an address and read: “Step to the Front Door at Exactly Midnight.” When she looked up from the card, the blonde was looking into her eyes. She felt unsteady at that gaze and then watched the woman turn, join her friends and walk from the room. Clary went to the door and watched the five women drive off in a convertible. This was in a new dimension and she was having trouble putting together the then and the now. Now she was standing in the dark in front of a large house with lots of windows, very dark windows. When she pulled into the circular driveway, she checked the address since the house looked empty. There were no houses nearby and no streetlights. The only illumination came from the full white moon directly overhead. This was the house. The night was warm but she hunched her shoulders as she approached the front door. She felt a tingle and chill through her and stiffen her berry-bud nipples that just a short while ago she had pulled to tautness before she covered them with a see-through bra. The sexual anticipation she had enjoyed while she bathed and dressed and drove was gone. She had debated about what to wear and even how much to wear. She was wearing a bra but skipped wearing panties or even a thong. She wanted the night air on her pussy lips that she had shaved so carefully just an hour before. She had slipped on silver bracelets and rings, and leaned down to put on the toe rings that caught the attention of so many men and women who first noticed her long red hair, the mature breasts and hard stomach, the tight curve of her ass, the muscled legs and trim ankles. Her breathing quickened and her mouth seemed dry. She wet her lips with her flicking tongue. She had applied her deep red lipstick on thick tonight, and she hoped wetting her lips wouldn’t prevent her leaving a broad red smear across one of the women’s tits or across her belly on the way to lapping at her pussy. Clary inhaled deeply, glanced over her shoulder as her BMW, brushed her long hair from her face and took one step up to place her directly in front of the door. She lifted her left hand and tried to see her watch by the moonlight. It wasn’t enough. She jabbed at the side of her watch with her right index finger and the face of the watch lit up. It said: Saturday, 12:00 AM. Clary kept trying to think of their faces and kept trying to remember their names. But it was difficult right now. She couldn’t see anything. She felt like she was floating. She was trying to remember but she couldn’t remember anything after she read her watch. She couldn’t see anything. She tried to say something but she couldn’t hear the sound of her own voice. I can’t see, she thought, and I can’t hear. Her breathing began to quicken in her dark and soundless world. I’m okay, she thought, there’s no pain and I trust them. Her breathing slowed. Now, she thought, let me put this together. In the darkness and silence, Clary was transported to another time she had gone to a stranger’s door. It was in college and she ended up having sex with her boyfriend and five of his friends. She had never had sex with anyone but her boyfriend before that night. What she found was she loved having sex with more than one man and loved the feel of different pricks sliding into her. She loved looking at the different sizes and shapes of cocks and loved to see how big they would get when she made them swell with her hands and her mouth. She had oral sex that night for the first time. She sucked their dicks and they ate her pussy. Not once had she ever thought of this as a gangbang since there was nothing forced or violent about it. It became a game for her that night to see how many times she could make them come. At one time, she was being fucked by one guy while sucking another and giving hand jobs to two others. She made them all come. She was so proud of herself. With all the fucking and sucking, the highlight of the night came when another girl showed up and was coaxed into first kissing Clary, then sucking her tits and finally licking her pussy. Clary returned the favor enthusiastically. The next morning she walked home a little unsteady on her feet. But she had found she liked being fucked and licked. She liked having balls being lowered into her mouth and having cocks rubbed between the cheeks of her ass until come spurted up her back. She walked home that morning convinced she would never get enough sex. That was 15 years ago. She still felt she had never had enough. Who are the women? Clary kept trying to think of faces and names. I know there were five and the one that gave me the card was Charlita. She tried to see Charlita in her mind’s eye but she kept thinking of that look she received when she got the card. The look was pure sex. Her focus on the women vanished. What is happening now, she thought. I’m floating. I’m floating. Oh my God, I AM FLOATING! Now Clary had it. She had seen this on a cable channel. Her eyes were covered; her ears were blocked. She had no sight or hearing. She was in complete and total darkness and she was floating in a tank, a deprivation tank. She had no memory of being undressed, and, though she didn’t know how it happened, she was sure she was wearing some kind of suit that covered her from her toes to her hear. She said something but the sound of her voice was swallowed by the darkness. She yelled but heard nothing. She fell quiet again. I trust them, she thought, I have to stay calm. Clary decided to return to thinking about the women. The second woman was a short girl with curly brown hair. She was young, maybe 18. Clary noticed her first because of her loose top and her no-bra breasts. She could see those heavy, cone-shaped tits sway against her thin top. Clary felt her mouth moisten as she thought about this girl. She remembered hearing her called Rissa. Even in deprivation, Clary was hot for Rissa. I bet, she thought, that Rissa’s pussy is soft and tender and sweet. Clary was focusing on the young girl’s face and body when she felt something touch her. I’m wrong, she thought. There’s nothing here but me. She felt it again. She had tensed but she relaxed to see if it happened again. It did. It felt like the painted-red point of a little fingernail tracing along the side of her neck. It was very sexy and she hoped it would not stop. She could not touch her body or reach out but she felt excited and tingly. There it was again on her neck, but now it was both sides and moving down to meet at a point between her breasts. Wait, she thought, it’s not fingers. It’s the suit. It’s the suit. The suit is caressing me. Moans began leaving from her lips into the soundless darkness as the suit came alive. The feelings traced up her breasts and across her nipples, sometimes one nipple, sometimes both, sometimes seeming to pinch, sometimes seeming to pull. The blackness sucked up the sounds of her gasps and groans, her wailing and moans. Her body flashed a memory of other fingers and other sharp nails. When she was a young woman who had not had much experience with women, she met an older brunette woman at a Chicago theater party. The woman invited Clary back to her room for drinks and easily seduced her with alcohol and romance. The woman used her nails like musical instruments and played her Clary’s body until her body sang with ecstasy. Clary remembered her body shook for days and her pussy was wet for weeks. Blind Trust I was nervous as I waited for him to arrive. We had been talking about this forever, but that was just talk. This would be reality. I had been alternately pacing the carpet and trying to force myself to read and focus my mind elsewhere, it seemed like time was crawling so slowly. I kept reminding myself how hot the idea had been to me, and reassuring myself that I could trust him to take care of me in this. Still, I did not know exactly what to expect and he had been playing with my mind, suggesting different possibilities, to the point that I wasn't sure what to think. I was dressed as instructed, as though I would be going to be dining at a nice restaurant where family might be. Underneath were very sheer matching lace panties and bra with Cuban heel stockings in nude with a black heel. The lingerie was sexy but classy, it made me very aware of my body...just the way good lingerie should. My hair was worn loose and down, softly curled, but with no styling product to impede the fingers that would later be winding through it. I was working myself into a state now, thinking of past experiences and the feel of his hands on my skin. I could almost close my eyes and feel the tingle of his breath against my neck, hear the low growl of his desire in my ear. God, but I was already wet! How was I going to get through this night without embarrassing myself? By the time he arrived, I was concerned about the already damp state of the flimsy silk panties, but the time to change them had passed. He was here, it was time and the nervousness was back, everything else forgotten. I stepped out into the drive and he looked me over and chuckled, that damn knowing chuckle that tells me he knows what's been going on inside me. He walked around and held open the passenger side door for me. Before I could step into the car, he ran his hand beneath my skirt and between my thighs, fingering the thin layer of material. He watched my face as I blushed. "Are you going to be able to handle this? You're already soaking wet," He said as my face deepened in color. I sort of nodded and stepped into the car, trying not to look him in the eye. I fastened my seat belt and tried to relax, thinking to myself," it's out of my hands now; I may as well be calm." He got into the car and turned to me smiling, "Just one more thing," he said as he slid a blindfold over my eyes. "There, that should do it. Now, just answer one question; do you trust me?" Yes, I said, as I drew in a shaky breath, and the journey began. It was so strange riding through the streets of Atlanta, not knowing where I was, losing all sense of direction. I felt disconnected from the world, and intensely focused at the same time. I found myself listening for sounds that would give me some clue to where we were or might be going, but nothing stood out as unique. He remained silent the whole time, leaving me stranded alone in my thoughts. Finally I felt the car slowing and turning, I felt sure we had arrived. I reached up and touched the blindfold. He saw this and said firmly, "No, I will remove it, or I will have someone remove it, when I'm ready." But now we were stopping. I would have to get out of the car, walk, and go.....where. My nerves kicked up a notch as I sat silently waiting. He came around and opened the door, gave me his hand and helped me out. I stood, uncertain and a little off balance on the uneven drive. He took my arm and led me around the back of the car, and then through a door. I heard someone greet him and ask if he had a reservation. I was in a hotel or something! They could see me being led blindfolded through the lobby! I could not help but wonder how many people were watching and wondering. I stood there and listened as he told the man that it was my birthday and that this was to be a surprised and asked him not to say anything to give away the location. I was then led to an elevator and heard the door slide shut. I couldn't tell if we were moving up or down, and I felt a bit disoriented. I jumped when suddenly I felt him pinch my nipple through my dress. He laughed at the shocked expression that I knew must be on my face. I couldn't be sure if we were alone or not. His hand slid inside the low cut neckline and along the edges of my bra, teasing me, watching me squirm. I think he enjoys watching me torn between embarrassment and desire. He leaned in close and said "Tonight I want to see you let go completely and enjoy yourself. I don't want you to think about anything but what you are feeling, and respond to it without holding back." I felt a shiver slide down my spine, wondering what would be happening that he felt the need to make that statement. When the elevator stopped, it seemed that we entered into a very quiet hallway, and then through some doors. I could smell what seemed like water, the kind of chlorine smell that pools always have. He let go of my arm and told me not to move. I stood there waiting for him to return and straining to hear him moving. From further away, he said, "Remember what I told you, just go with what you are feeling. Don't be afraid, baby, just trust me. Let go and, don't you dare remove that blindfold!" His voice had almost an echoing quality to it, as though we were in a cave. It was moving further away, not closer! I strained to hear him return; instead I heard the doors behind me open. Several whispered voices entered. I was alone or at least without him, and now there were others here! They came closer to me. I could sense them in my space. I could hear their breathing, and an occasional low chuckle. Someone ran a finger along my cleavage, and I gasped at the strangers touch. There was a hand sliding down my back and over my ass, another stroked my neck and hair. It seemed I was surrounded by touch. A woman's hand, soft and gentle, stroked my cheek with the back of her hand as other hands wrapped around my wrist and pulled my hands behind my back. I felt the lady's hand slide down my neck and onto the tops of my breasts. Fingers began unbuttoning the many tiny buttons that ran down the dress I was wearing. As it was pulled apart, I gasped and struggled for a moment. I almost panicked to realize that I was being exposed by strangers, and that my lifeline was not with me. I felt the dress slide down my arms and fall away. Now I was standing in my lingerie and heels. My breath caught in my throat as I felt someone working on the hooks of my bra, then it too was gone. A hand grabbed the front of my throat, just hard enough to push my head up and back. I was being pushed backward by my throat. I staggered on my heels, trying to keep up. Then a man's voice, one I did not recognize said "Here, this is perfect." Someone on each side grabbed a wrist and pulled upward. I felt soft cloth being tied to them, holding them up and away from my body. I was starting to get a bit scared. I didn't know where he was. I was almost naked, and was bound and blind. Unseen hands were touching me, disembodied voices discussing me. I began to whimper a bit, and started to shake. A woman's voice, close in my ear whispered, "Relax and trust." Those were his words, and somehow that comforted me. It was a sign in the dark that he was still in control. For a moment I was alone, and untouched, but I could hear faint discussion far to my left. Suddenly I felt a hard slap on my ass, and heard a man's laugh as he reached around from behind and pulled me against him. While he held me there, another hand cupped my breast. It lifted first one then the other, alternately rubbing a thumb or finger over the nipple, and squeezing them hard together. I gasped and struggled against my bonds and the hard body behind me. The man holding me began to bite my neck and growl in my ear. I could feel his hard cock pressing into me, and could not help but push against it with my bottom. This just made him laugh and encouraged the others. Now I was once again surrounded by hands, stroking me, touching my breasts and belly. All the while the man behind me ground his cock against my ass and whispered into my ear. His voice spoke to me of things to come. He called me a slut and said he could smell my wet pussy, even through my panties. I moaned and a breathy, "Please, no..." escaped my lips as a hand trailed down my belly and fingers slid beneath the edge of my panties. The hand slid between my thighs and just cupped my pussy, it did not part my lips or rub me at all, just gently cupped me. As others played with my nipples and stroked my skin, my focus remained on that hand. I kept waiting to feel the fingers slid between my lips and over my clit, but it didn't move. I found myself wanting it to. I started to move back and forth on the hand to encourage it. The deep male voice in my ear said, "You want it, ask for it". Tears started in my eyes, I wanted it, yes...but I couldn't say that, admit it out loud to strangers. A mouth fastened around a nipple, then another on the other one. My head was spinning, I was burning up. The rocking increased against the hand but it still wouldn't give me what I needed. As tears slip down my face I whispered, "Please, I need..." but that was not enough for him. It seemed I must humble myself enough to ask specifically for what I needed. Finally, fully in tears I moaned the words, "Please, I need release; I want the hand between my legs to stroke my pussy, play with my clit, fuck me and make me cum!" As soon as the words were spoken a finger slid between my swollen lips and began to massage my pussy. It slipped into my hole and then slid up to my clit, slowly lightly and deliberately. It drove me mad. I no longer cared where I was, or who was touching me. My whole universe was between my thighs. The touch was so soft that it made me crazy wanting more. I began to fuck the unseen hand, trying to pull it harder against my pussy. I was dripping wet, panting and begging for more. I was hanging on the edge, when suddenly everything stopped! I screamed in anguish. It was unbearable. As I hung there desperate, I felt hands untie my bonds. They removed my now soaked panties, and led me to a cushioned area. I was helped back onto this couch like surface. My hands were pulled above my head and secured again. My legs were pushed apart, and I could feel hot breath blowing against my swollen clit. A voice said, "You know what to do, if you want it, you have to ask for it." And I did, I was desperate. I begged, "Please, I need my pussy licked and sucked. I need to cum!" A tongue began to bathe the area gently, taking it's time, covering everything from my ass hole to the folds leading up to my clit. It was the relaxed attitude; the slowness and gentleness of it that made me come undone. Once again I was reduced to a desperate slut, shoving my clit toward the mouth and tongue. I was trying to fuck it and position myself so that it would give me what I craved. Others began to run hands over my body again, pinching and caressing. A hand grabbed fistfuls of my hair and pulled my head to the side. I felt the hard tip of a cock press against my lips. I heard the single word command, "Open". I opened my mouth and he pushed the cock inside, saying simply "Suck." I tried to concentrate on sucking the cock, but it was hard to do with that wonderful tongue creating havoc between my legs. Every time I moaned, he would push the cock deeper into my throat until I thought I might choke. I gagged some. I couldn't help it. That deep sexy voice said "Too much? Okay, I can fix that." and everything stopped again. I was losing my mind! Every time I was so close to my desperate goal, they stopped! They untied me again and flipped me over on all fours and he said, "Maybe this will be better for you." Someone pushed my ass cheeks apart and began tonguing my ass hole. It felt like they were trying to get their tongue all the way into my ass, they certainly seemed to be enjoying it. They lapped at the opening and tried to wedge their tongue inside me. Then the cock was back, and I sucked it without being told. I was totally caught up in what I was feeling. I didn't think any more about the fact that I couldn't see, or that I didn't know who these people were. I no longer cared. I was simply there to enjoy and be enjoyed. A finger found my clit and began to rub. At the same moment, I felt a cold liquid on my ass hole and something hard being pressed against it. After some resistance, the cock slid into my ass. I felt another body slide under mine. I was able to recognize the soft curves of a woman. She began to lick and suck my clit. I moaned around the cock being shoved down my throat. It was all too much, I was completely out of control, lost, and I wanted to be torn apart by them. I felt the cock in my throat start to spasm, he was about to climax. He pulled out and sprayed his cum over my face. The man fucking my ass pulled out an instant later. I was sticky from end to end. Finally I was allowed to explode. I let go and gushed into the mouth that was gently sucking me. She continued to do so while I screamed. They all moved away from me, as I fell limply to one side, unable to support myself. As I lay there panting, someone pushed me over into my back, and pinned my legs back exposing my pussy. A cock entered me, and I moaned, and shook my head. I heard a voice hiss "Yes." Then he was in me, fucking me hard! It did not take him long to cum, this time inside me. As I lay there exhausted, he put his fingers inside me, and then brought them to my mouth. He was feeding me his cum from the cup of my pussy. It was incredibly erotic! He gently pulled the blindfold off. For the first time in hours, I opened my eyes and looked into his. All the others were gone. He could see the questions in my eyes and said, "You will never know." Then he helped me to sit, and I looked at my surroundings for the first time. It was like an underground pool, made to look like it was in a natural cave. It felt like we could be deep in the earth. There were soft padded platforms here and there for resting, or other things. All had metal rings for attachment. There was Greek style pillars scattered in twos, designed to bind a person between. We were completely alone. He took my hand and led me into the water. It was quiet and peaceful and I began to relax in his arms. He said, "Now, the rest of the weekend is for reclaiming what is mine." Blind Trust Clary kept telling herself that she trusted these women. But in so little time she was completely confused and disoriented. She remembered the party last night. It was exciting with lots of pretty people, sexy people, interesting people. However, with all the pretty, sexy, interesting people in the room, she found herself watching five women who seemed to flirt and touch and tease each other the entire evening. They all were attractive, well dressed and confident. She didn't think of herself as lesbian but she was certain these women were and their body language made her yearn for a woman's soft touch. She also didn't think of herself as a wallflower but in her own way she must have stood out as attractive and sensual but subdued. Maybe last night she looked repressed and like someone who buried her sexuality. She had stood off by herself at times but every now and then would notice the women looking her way. God knows, she thought, she wasn't a wallflower and she didn't bury her sexuality. She would match her sex history with anyone in the room. She was strutting into her middle years with a great face, a hard body, firm breasts, killer legs and a desire for sex when and where she felt like it. She actually was feeling like it, but the party didn't seem like the time and the place didn't feel right. Clary noticed when the women got ready to leave a few minutes before midnight. With the others watching, the beautiful blonde with dark brown skin walked towards her and wordlessly handed her a small engraved card. The card in red italics read: ADVENTURE. Inside was an address and read: "Step to the Front Door at Exactly Midnight." When she looked up from the card, the blonde was looking into her eyes. She felt unsteady at that gaze and then watched the woman turn, join her friends and walk from the room. Clary went to the door and watched the five women drive off in a convertible. This was in a new dimension and she was having trouble putting together the then and the now. Now she was standing in the dark in front of a large house with lots of windows, very dark windows. When she pulled into the circular driveway, she checked the address since the house looked empty. There were no houses nearby and no streetlights. The only illumination came from the full white moon directly overhead. This was the house. The night was warm but she hunched her shoulders as she approached the front door. She felt a tingle and chill through her and stiffen her berry-bud nipples that just a short while ago she had pulled to tautness before she covered them with a see-through bra. The sexual anticipation she had enjoyed while she bathed and dressed and drove was gone. She had debated about what to wear and even how much to wear. She was wearing a bra but skipped wearing panties or even a thong. She wanted the night air on her pussy lips that she had shaved so carefully just an hour before. She had slipped on silver bracelets and rings, and leaned down to put on the toe rings that caught the attention of so many men and women who first noticed her long red hair, the mature breasts and hard stomach, the tight curve of her ass, the muscled legs and trim ankles. Her breathing quickened and her mouth seemed dry. She wet her lips with her flicking tongue. She had applied her deep red lipstick on thick tonight, and she hoped wetting her lips wouldn't prevent her leaving a broad red smear across one of the women's tits or across her belly on the way to lapping at her pussy. Clary inhaled deeply, glanced over her shoulder as her BMW, brushed her long hair from her face and took one step up to place her directly in front of the door. She lifted her left hand and tried to see her watch by the moonlight. It wasn't enough. She jabbed at the face of the watch. It lit up. It said: Saturday, 12:00 AM. Clary kept trying to think of their faces and kept trying to remember their names. But it was difficult right now. She couldn't see anything. She felt like she was floating. She was trying to remember but she couldn't remember anything after she read her watch. She couldn't see anything. She tried to say something but she couldn't hear the sound of her own voice. I can't see, she thought, and I can't hear. Her breathing began to quicken in her dark and soundless world. I'm okay, she thought, there's no pain and I trust them. Her breathing slowed. Now, she thought, let me put this together. In the darkness and silence, Clary was transported to another time she had gone to a stranger's door. It was in college and she ended up having sex with her boyfriend and five of his friends. She had never had sex with anyone but her boyfriend before that night. What she found was she loved having sex with more than one man and loved the feel of different pricks sliding into her. She loved looking at the different sizes and shapes of cocks and loved to see how big they would get when she made them swell with her hands and her mouth. She had oral sex that night for the first time. She sucked their dicks and they ate her pussy. Not once had she ever thought of this as a gangbang since there was nothing forced or violent about it. It became a game for her that night to see how many times she could make them come. At one time, she was being fucked by one guy while sucking another and giving hand jobs to two others. She made them all come. She was so proud of herself. With all the fucking and sucking, the highlight of the night came when another girl showed up and was coaxed into first kissing Clary, then sucking her tits and finally licking her pussy. Clary returned the favor enthusiastically. The next morning she walked home a little unsteady on her feet. But she had found she liked being fucked and licked. She liked having balls being lowered into her mouth and having cocks rubbed between the cheeks of her ass until come spurted up her back. She walked home that morning convinced she would never get enough sex. That was 15 years ago. She still felt she had never had enough. Who are the women? Clary kept trying to think of faces and names. I know there were five and the one that gave me the card was Charlita. She tried to see Charlita in her mind's eye but she kept thinking of that look she received when she got the card. The look was pure sex. Her focus on the women vanished. What is happening now, she thought. I'm floating. I'm floating. Oh my God, I AM FLOATING! Now Clary had it. She had seen this on a cable channel. Her eyes were covered; her ears were blocked. She had no sight or hearing. She was in complete and total darkness and she was floating in a tank, a deprivation tank. She had no memory of being undressed, and, though she didn't know how it happened, she was sure she was wearing some kind of suit that covered her from her toes to her hear. She said something but the sound of her voice was swallowed by the darkness. She yelled but heard nothing. She fell quiet again. I trust them, she thought, I have to stay calm. Clary decided to return to thinking about the women. The second woman was a short girl with curly brown hair. She was young, maybe 18. Clary noticed her first because of her loose top and her no-bra breasts. She could see those heavy, cone-shaped tits sway against her thin top. Clary felt her mouth moisten as she thought about this girl. She remembered hearing her called Rissa. Even in deprivation, Clary was hot for Rissa. I bet, she thought, that Rissa's pussy is soft and tender and sweet. Clary was focusing on the young girl's face and body when she felt something touch her. I'm wrong, she thought. There's nothing here but me. She felt it again. She had tensed but she relaxed to see if it happened again. It did. It felt like the painted-red point of a little fingernail tracing along the side of her neck. It was very sexy and she hoped it would not stop. She could not touch her body or reach out but she felt excited and tingly. There it was again on her neck, but now it was both sides and moving down to meet at a point between her breasts. Wait, she thought, it's not fingers. It's the suit. It's the suit. The suit is caressing me. Moans began leaving from her lips into the soundless darkness as the suit came alive. The feelings traced up her breasts and across her nipples, sometimes one nipple, sometimes both, sometimes seeming to pinch, sometimes seeming to pull. The blackness sucked up the sounds of her gasps and groans, her wailing and moans. Her body flashed a memory of other fingers and other sharp nails. When she was a young woman who had not had much experience with women, she met an older brunette woman at a Chicago theater party. The woman invited Clary back to her room for drinks and easily seduced her with alcohol and romance. The woman used her nails like musical instruments and played Clary's body until her body sang with ecstasy. Clary remembered her body shook for days and her pussy was wet for weeks. Who else? Who else was there? She was trying not to pass out from the pleasure. She wanted to keep her wits. The small, girl with the long, curly dark-hair was there in the room last night. She thought she was the leader of this group because it seemed that everyone at the party knew her. She also heard someone say Jennifer liked tall blondes, and there was a tall blonde at Jennifer's elbow all night. Clary wasn't a tall blonde but she saw Jennifer staring at her again and again. I wonder, Clary thought, if this is Jennifer's idea. She had made it a point during the party to turn her back to the group and lean over to pick something from her bag. She glanced around her legs to make certain the five women were looking. They were and she made certain she gave them a good look at her delectable ass. She was sure they wanted to strip away her dress and get their hands on her rear. She had teased more than a few women in her time, even when she didn't want sex with them, she teased them anyway. There were more nails now. Clary could feel them sliding down her belly and heading for her pussy. The nails were inside her thighs and the feeling was delicious. She stopped thinking about the women and concentrated on the rapture that was converging on her pussy. It felt like tiny shocks outside and then inside her pussy lips. First they came from the right side, and then from the left, but not near her clitoris. She thought she was straining her hips up but she didn't even know if she was facing up or facing down. She only knew that the nails were running up and down her pussy lips and she thought she must be thrashing in the water. Then, the nails stopped. Clary began to drift again and think about the women. There was the tall blonde. Her name was Rachel. She and Jennifer had their heads together a lot, like friends, like lovers. Jennifer hovered over Rachel like a protector, but she also seemed comfortable with the others, too. Rachel had an easy smile and a friendly laugh. She had nice tits, too, Clary thought. I wonder how her tits taste. I wonder what Rachel likes. I bet Jennifer knows. Casey was the fifth woman. She was older, maybe her early 50s. Her body showed some of her age but her face was smooth and her breasts were large. There was something else Clary noticed at the party. She thought she saw the outline of a cock poking up from Casey's crotch against her skirt. Clary tried to focus on all of the women and what she remembered about each. She thought about Rissa's breasts, Jennifer's smile, Rachel's hair and Casey's cock. Then there was the girl who gave her the card. Suddenly, however, she because aware of the fingers again. This time the fingers felt like they were surrounding her clit. While she was thinking about those fingers, she felt the sensation of sharp nails on her ass cheeks. "Oh," she thought, "that is really good. I think this is going to make me pass out." She thought she was clenching her ass but she didn't really know. She tried to relax but she sensed something was building. Her whole body exploded in a gigantic orgasm as the nails seemed to grip both her clit and her ass at the same time. Clary didn't hear herself scream but knew someone was hearing her. The orgasm didn't end. It just went on and one and on. She knew she was screaming and screaming and screaming. She just didn't stop. She knew she was coming and screaming, and she knew she was floating. She could not remember any orgasm so long or so hard. She'd been in fuckathons where she'd had lots of orgasms but no single orgasm was ever like this one. Clary's mind was drifting now. She wasn't sure if she was awake or asleep. In her mind's eye she could see a deeply tan girl with soft eyes and blonde streaks and a "fuck-me-now" look. I bet she loves sex, Clary thought. Maybe she's like me; maybe she likes being fucked by men and women, lots of men and lots of women. She imagined she was making love to her. She thought this Charlita must have soft skin and warm, soft lips and a warm, soft, yielding tongue. She imagined wrapping her hands in Charlita's hair and pulling her mouth close and liking her face and neck, and ... "Wait," she thought, "it's different now." There were no more nails and she didn't think there was any more water. But she still could not see. She still could not hear. She felt like she was floating but more like she was floating in their air. She didn't think she could move her hands but she didn't feel anything binding them. She was warm and relaxed. She said to herself that she trusted these women, these five women. For the first time since she stepped in front of the door of the darkened house, she felt someone touch her. It was a soft, gentle hand that moved down her cheeks and pulled her mouth open. "Trust," she thought. She felt something smooth against her lips. It was pussy. A sweet, smooth, soft, tender, shaved pussy. She flicked at it with her tongue. This pussy tasted like peaches. Now she not only licked, she lapped at the pussy. She strained her tongue upward, swirling and searching for the clit. She couldn't tell but she thought she felt the surface shake as if the peach pussy had come. She tried to think of who would have had a peach pussy. She decided Rissa. Young, soft, tender, sweet Rissa had jutting tits and the eager body. The peach pussy moved away and now there was another one with another taste. Clary licked and lapped quickly now, getting into the spirit of the Adventure. This pussy was exotic. It was mango. She loved mango and she loved this mango pussy all smooth and shaven. She didn't have to think twice about who this was. It was Charlita who looked exotic. This time Clary felt the body and the pussy suddenly shake and tremble. She was almost sure she heard someone cry out. She'd made Charlita come. In the dream-like state where she was she thought that she'd make Charlita come again very soon. When Charlita vanished, she tasted lemon, but it wasn't tart. It was sweet lemon and she pushed her tongue deep, tongue-fucking the pussy and flicking her tongue sideways over the clit. This was Casey, she was certain, and she made Casey come almost instantly. Clary wanted to reach out and grab some ass cheeks and pull the pussies into her mouth but she could not move her hands. When Jennifer's strawberry pussy lay on her lips, she thrust her head upwards and sideways, licking at the folds of her pussy and whipping Jennifer' clit with a frenzy. It felt like Jennifer was rocking her pussy back and forth on her tongue, grinding down for more pleasure until Clary felt the lips of Jennifer's pussy vibrate against her tongue in orgasm. The next pussy had a bite to it. It wasn't a fruit taste this time. Clary sucked in her breath when she realized Rachel's pussy was the flavor of Grand Marnier. The sophisticated scent made Clary's head spin and she drove her tongue into Rachel's pussy, looking for the last drop of the excitement. She was trying to taste every bit of her, to memorize the moment. Rachel was shaking on Clary's face and Clary felt a warm gush from the pussy above her. Clary was pretty certain the Adventure was almost over. She had come furiously and made each of the five women come with her mouth and tongue. She was pretty sure they now would take the covers from her eyes and ears, and then they would sit around and have a drink and laugh about the experience. Clary dropped her head back, thinking that this had been an Adventure, a great Adventure. She felt that soft hand on her face again. It moved down her cheeks and opened her mouth again. She instinctively opened her mouth wider and laid out her tongue, expecting another tasty pussy. It was a cock. It was a big cock. It slapped at her tongue and slid hard into the back of her mouth. It had been a while since she had a cock in her mouth but she angled her head upward and sucked the cock deep into her throat. The cockster was gentle and began to rock in and out of her mouth, building a slow rhythm that she found exciting and soothing at the same time. She reached up with her hands to grab the shaft and begin pumping it. She was stroking the cock up-and-down when she realized she was using her hands. Clary still couldn't see. She still couldn't hear but she could see in her memory what this cock looked like as the blue veins bulged and the head turned from pink to red to purple as she sucked it towards climax. The taste of come was dotting her tongue, and she began to pump harder. With a cock in her mouth, she now wanted a cock in her cunt. She felt the cock head swell and then let out a soundless gasp when the cock was pulled from her mouth. In her mind's eye, she could see the cock begin to spurt towards her open mouth. She wanted to pump it dry and lick it clean, but she felt long, curly hair on her face and knew that Jennifer had the spurting cock in her mouth and would slurp the cock clean and dry. Clary's disappointment lasted a second as Jennifer turned towards her and kissed her with an open mouth, sharing the come prize that she had sought. The other women began to lick her face and stick their tongues into her mouth, sharing the come bounty. It's not fruity, Clary thought, but it certainly is good. What happened next confused Clary only for a moment. It was another cock, but this one was in her pussy. She felt a body pressing her down. The body had large, soft breasts, and they were mashing against hers. It made sense now. Casey was fucking her with the dildo that she wore beneath her skirt at the party. That had been a cock under that skirt. It was a big strap-on dildo, and now Casey was fucking her with it. Clary had a quick thought that if she had known about Casey's cock at the party, should would have taken her to the parking lot and gotten fucked there, leaning over the hood of her BMW. Any woman with the balls to wear a cock under her skirt at a party certainly has the balls to fuck her in the parking lot. Clary couldn't move her hands again but she felt mouths sucks on her nipples now, and another mouth was driving a tongue into her mouth. It was again like the nails while she was in the tank. It all was delicious, all sexual, and she would come wailing like a banshee. She was certain she was making noise but she just could not hear it. She felt Casey's dildo slip from her heated pussy. It was replaced by another cock and a soft body above her. The kissing mouth pulled away from her and Casey's pussy-taste dildo slid between Clary's lips and onto her tongue. She licked her juices from it and then shared them with a kiss from Casey. Clary didn't know who was fucking her now, but she guessed it was Jennifer. The body above her was small but the nipples sticking into her breasts were huge and long and hard. Jennifer was good with that cock and she rammed it into Clary's cunt with lots of energy. Clary felt an orgasm building, but Jennifer pulled out before she came. Blind Trust There was another cock now, but this time Clary was lifted and lowered on to it. The hips below her were pitching her into the air with the power of the dildo thrusts. She finally came hard and slumped forward. Just as she shoulders relaxed, she felt a cock at her butt bud. "Ohmygod," Clary thought, "I'm going to get my ass fucked." She knew this was Charlita. She heard at the party that Charlita loved all things to do with asses, and that she was the best assfucker ever. Clary had a lot of sex before she ever was assfucked. It was something she now liked and wanted all the time. She like the way she could feel a cock in her ass hours later. She'd even taken to wearing a butt plug when she went to parties or bars or was looking to get fucked. She wanted to be hot and ready, and she didn't want her partner to have to try and figure out if he could fuck her ass. She figured the butt plug was a pretty good clue except for the painfully stupid. Clary now was finding out that Charlita was a fabulous assfucker. She was getting frontfucked by Rachel and assfucked by Charlita. The dildos were rubbing against each other, separated only by a thin wall of pleasurable flesh. It was wild. She was yelling and screaming and gasping and groaning. She couldn't hear any of it, but she knew she was okay, and she knew they could hear it. She'd gotten so that being fucked by one man or one woman sometimes wasn't enough. She liked getting cocks and dildos in her cunt and ass at the same time. She found she could move her hips forward and he ass back to get a rhythm that drove her partners crazy. She couldn't see them but she had the feeling that Charlita and Jennifer were enjoying this as much as she was. It went on. First, it was Charlita and Jennifer, and then it was Rachel and Rissa, then it was Casey and Charlita, and then Jennifer and Rachel. Everybody got to fuck her pussy and everybody got to fuck her ass. Clary called each of them by name and told them what she wanted. She begged to be pussy fucked and assfucked. She begged them to let her eat their tasty wet pussies again. She begged to suck that real cock again and to get that cock in her pussy and her ass. Clary did suck it again. This time she swallowed a whole big load herself. That cock did blow its wad in her ass, and another real cock exploded in her pussy where Charlita and Rissa competed to suck it out. It went on and one. The card said Adventure. It was. Clary liked it when she felt them rubbing their bodies against her body. She felt tits against her face and chest and pussy and legs at the same time. She breathed deeply when she had pussies grinding on her thighs and against her back. She moaned as Rissa did a lap dance on her with her big-circled breasts pummeling her face and lips. She moaned as she felt Casey's cock slide between her tits and felt the women spitting on the cock and between her tits to make the dildo move more smoothly. She found she could move her hands to knead whatever tits were near her, and she pulled the nipples, guessing whom she had before running her hands over the memorized faces of the women. She even started searching out their pussies and asses, fingering hard and fast, once even sucking Jennifer's pussy while fingerfucking Rachel and Charlita. Clary was on her knees now, poised over Jennifer's face. She was kissing her mouth when a hot load of come splattered across Jennifer's cheek and lips. She began to tenderly lick the come and shared it with Jennifer. While she was kissing Jennifer, she felt hands at her tits and hands holding her hips. She felt a large and probably long dildo being pushed into her ass. She let out a gasp as Jennifer probed her mouth with her tongue, her nipples were pulled and twisted by Rachel and Casey, and Rissa had slid underneath to lick her pussy. Charlita rammed her hips forward and Clary began yell "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass." Clary was drifting now. The orgasms were too numerous to count. She'd been fucked and eaten and, just when she thought it was time for another round, she saw her shadow on the ground in front of her. Her eyes were not covered. Her ears were not covered. She was standing with her back to the front door of the house. She punched the button on the face of her watch. It read: Saturday. 12:01 AM. Blind Trust "What are you doing?" "Just relax, you'll enjoy it." "I can't see anything." "I know." "I can't move my body." "That will wear off after twenty minutes or so." Hana could feel intricate silk rope tied around her body. Knots placed just so in strategic locations; her collar bones, her navel, between her legs; all designed to torment the blonde when she regained her ability to move, and perhaps even before. "Amaya, please." "You may not be able to move yet, but you can feel..." Amaya pulled the rope that laid gracefully over Hana's navel, and the knot between the girl's legs slid up to press against her clit. A soft gasp of surprise escaped Hana's lips. She could feel warm breath tickling her neck, and she tried to turn away. Instead, a tongue traced the soft outer shell of her ear. "Why can't I move?" A chuckle from Amaya sounded in the room as Hana felt fingers lining the muscles of her neck. "Because I drugged you," came the simple reply. "What?" the tone in Hana's voice was hurt and surprised. "You'll like it." "Amaya, please you're scaring me." A hand tightened on Hana's throat, and a set of soft lips were pressed against hers. She struggled to try to move her body, to turn her head away, but her limbs were simply dead weight that did not respond. Then she sensed Amaya pulling the knots at her collar bones; her breasts being tugged into better view. She could feel that her heart had started to speed up as the tickle of red hair fell over her breasts, and the warmth of a tongue twirled around each sensitive bud. Hana closed her eyes as her body responded to the attention with erect nipples, and a heat starting to grow between her legs. Again she tried to move, baffled that she could so easily feel the soft kisses that were trailing down her body, but not get it to respond the way she wanted. As Amaya reached her navel she slid the knot there to the side, causing the one at Hana's clit to press against the sensitive region. Hana let out a soft whimper while a velvet tongue dipped into, and traced around her navel. Her breath started to come faster, the warmth from her loins starting to spread through the rest of Hana's body when all touch was withdrawn from her. She anticipated Amaya's next touch to be more of the woman's gentle teasing; but instead she gasped when Amaya grabbed the girl's knees and forced them apart. She could hear the clink of chains and then felt cold metal around her knees, holding them in place up by her shoulders. A flush filled Hana's cheeks as she knew where Amaya's gaze would be. "Don't look at it," she whispered. But the other woman either didn't hear, or more likely didn't care. "Wet already? We've barely begun." Hana closed her eyes in embarrassment and muttered again. She gasped loudly when Amaya's tongue parted the lips of her pussy, probing the sensitive folds and teasing circles around her sweet entrance. "Oishii," Amaya whispered. Hana felt her cheeks redden more and she started to get nervous as she could sense Amaya leaning over her. "I want you to taste how delicious you are," and with that Amaya pressed her lips to Hana's in a deep kiss, caressing Hana's tongue with her own. Hana gasped when Amaya finally broke the kiss, and a bittersweet fruit taste hung in her mouth. Hana let out a pathetic whimper as Amaya licked any remaining juices off of Hana's lips. Before Hana could recover her breath Amaya pulled the ropes in such a way to spread the girl's pussy apart and make the knot press against her clit while the redhead's tongue delved deep inside the whimpering blonde. Amaya moaned into the tender flesh, sending the sensation of a shiver down Hana's paralyzed spine. Hana could feel the warmth of Amaya's mouth on her making her grow wetter, and could feel Amaya lapping all the more eagerly as she did. When Amaya pulled back for air, Hana found that it was she who gasped. Even without the ability to move she felt the sensation of a shiver in her legs as her body begged for more. Hana tried to lift her head as if to see why Amaya was keeping her in suspense but still was unable to move. "Amaya... I need you." She heard a soft chuckle and then a cold sensation met her clit, followed by an intense warmth. Everywhere that Amaya's fingers went the heat followed. "A-amaya! What, what are you doing?" "Just a treat for you, Hana. It will make you more sensitive." Hana could almost hear the smirk on Amaya's lips. She cried out when she felt Amaya's tongue start to circle her clit, the redhead's fingers still working the cream inside her. Hana longed to be able to move her body; to be able to grind her hips into Amaya's lips and tongue. The blonde girl let out a scream when Amaya bit down on her clit, the cream intensifying the sensation several times over. "Itai!" but all that met Hana's ears was the soft sound of laughter before she felt teeth sinking into her thigh, making her scream again. She could feel herself tighten around Amaya's fingers as she cried out, her body responding to pleasure instead of pain. Amaya chuckled again as she curled her fingers into Hana's g-spot, making Hana cry out yet again, her noise a half whimper. Hana could feel her breath starting to catch as Amaya's tongue slid over her thighs and moved its way back to her clit, working in slow circles. As the drug finally started letting up Hana's head was fuzzy, she was lost in her lust, not even realizing that she was starting to be able to move. Her hips involuntarily twitched when Amaya pulled away yet again, denying Hana her touch. The blonde was unaware of the tiny movements she was making, and not even taking in the sounds to try to realize what Amaya was doing while tormenting her in such a way. All Hana could feel was the hot tingle from the cream that Amaya had used on her. It made her feel like her own juices were dripping from her, running over the cheeks of her ass from the way her knees were chained up. "Amaya please, please I need you, I want you," Hana begged, knowing only that she couldn't stand not being touched any more. Suddenly the sensation of the heat was countered by something hard and cold as it violated her, pushing deep inside her cunt in one swift motion. Hana let out a cry, pulling at the chains that bound her. She could feel Amaya pull back and slam into her again, making Hana gasp. She let Amaya's name fall from her lips as she continued to slowly push the device into her. Hana slowly became aware of the fact that she could move as she felt her own hips pushing harder on the vibrator that Amaya was holding. She felt her eyes roll back as Amaya's tongue found its way to her clit again. Hana whimpered as Amaya hungrily lapped at her clit, slowly turning the dial to turn the vibrator on and angling it to hit into her g-spot with each slow, steady thrust. Hana moved against the ropes and chains, thrusting her hips against Amaya in desperate need. As Hana felt herself become lost in the sensations even more she noticed Amaya move her tongue away. Hana could hear the buzzing sound of a bullet and knew she had grown even wetter from the mere anticipation of feeling it vibrating against her clit. Amaya pressed it against the ropes at first, making Hana squirm and moan. "You're teasing me," she whined. She felt Amaya respond by moving the ropes to expose the most sensitive portion of her clit, and place the bullet directly on it. Hana gasped and her body jerked but Amaya kept it pressed there. The feeling was too much because of the cream that had been used on her. "S-sensitive," she tried to say, but Amaya ignored her. Hana's breath started coming in short gasps as she suffered under the bullet, the vibrator still working its way in and out of the depths of her pussy. "Please," she gasped, on the verge of tears, almost in pain at the over-sensitization. Hana could hear Amaya laughing as she moved the bullet and the feeling instantly changed to one of pleasure; Hana pushing her hips forward against it. Amaya moved the bullet in slow circles, using the vibrator to hit hard and deep each time she thrust it into Hana. "You're so tight, Hana," Amaya said in a deep voice. "So tight I can hardly move this," she gave the vibrator a particularly hard thrust, "inside you." Hana gave a pathetic groan, turning her head towards her shoulder. The redhead chuckled again and paused, turning the vibrator all the way up. She resumed with slow, hard, steady thrusting. "That's right Hana," she said. "Take it all, take every inch." Amaya accented her words with harder thrusts, the blonde squirming beneath her, making the rattle of chains fill the room. "Look at you. Such a horny little cockslut. Look how full your cunt is." A flush rose in Hana's cheeks, the heat on them almost as intense as that caused by the cream Amaya had used on her. She turned over the idea of saying something, wanting her partner to stop speaking such embarrassing words, but finding that her body wanted to hear more. In the end all that escaped her lips was a softly whispered "take me." Amaya moved the bullet in small circles, making them a little faster than before as Hana's hips started moving more insistently. In an instant the redhead changed her pace, hard fast thrusts violating Hana's squirming body. Hana was lost in the feeling, her desire overwhelming her as she felt orgasm rapidly building in her. The sensation spread, starting somewhere between the bullet moving around her clit and the vibrator pounding into her g-spot. "I-ikku," she moaned out before her breath stopped, her body contracting in spasms as intense pleasure shot through her. Hana let out an ear piercing scream of pleasure as she came, whimpers spilling from her lips as the sensation let up. As her orgasm started to subside Hana tried to relax her body, but Amaya relentlessly used the vibrator to pound inside her, deep and fast. Her breath was coming in short ragged gasps and before she knew it her body was being racked with orgasm again. Her own screams were lost to her ears as warmth spread through her body, every muscle clenched in pleasure. The second her second orgasm began to let up Amaya pulled the bullet and vibrator away from her, leaving Hana to shudder and whimper while the redhead chuckled darkly. "I know you want more," came the sound of Amaya's voice. Hana closed her eyes under the blindfold. She could feel her own juices slowly dripping from her pussy and sliding down over the cheeks of her ass. She squirmed slightly, testing the bond of the chains that held her legs up, making her feel exposed. "Look at that dripping little cunt..." Hana felt the muscles inside her contract to the words. "I can see it begging for more." There were noises filling the room as Amaya rustled with something unknown to Hana. "I have a special treat for you." Hana felt her pussy throb in anticipation created by the other woman's deep tone. "That hungry cunt is begging me for this," she went on. "Just look at it Hana... your pussy is wide open." With that Amaya tugged the ropes again to spread the girl open even further. Hana let out a whimper that was a combination of enjoyment and embarrassment, no more of one than the other. "Don't look at it," she whispered again as her face flushed a deep crimson. Something cold pushed against her cunt now, probing for entrance into its depths. Amaya pushed slowly against it and Hana could feel it spreading her apart, making its way inside her. Her excitement at something new was slowly turning to alarm as she began to realize that the object Amaya was now pushing into her was huge. "Wait, Amaya-" but Amaya clearly wasn't listening. She continued to push against the resistance offered up by Hana's pussy. "God look at the way your pussy opens up for it," Amaya said in almost a moan. Hana began shaking her head as she started to feel pain as she was stretched around the device. "Amaya please! It hurts." Amaya chuckled and said with mock sympathy, "it hurts?" her tone changed to a cold one that sent shivers down Hana's back "You'll take it any way you filthy cockwhore." And she shoved the dildo in half way. Hana let out a scream as she felt herself tearing inside and tears dampened the corners of her eyes and started to stain the blindfold. The blonde thrashed against the chains and ropes that bound her. "Amaya..." she panted "yamero... onagai... it's tearing." Hana had expected the sympathy that her partner usually showed her, but instead she felt herself split further open as the rest of the dildo was violently shoved inside her. Another scream left the tortured girl's lips. "Just look at that cunt stretched as wide as it can be." Amaya started to move the dildo but Hana was begging. "Please, no- Amaya it hurts, don't do this." "You like it," was the only reply before Amaya started a steady thrusting of the device into her pet. Hana cried out in agony, feeling wounded and betrayed that Amaya had ignored her pleas to stop. She sobbed openly as she felt her body moving with the trusts, her breasts bouncing and the chains clinking, all giving her a feeling of exposed vulnerability that made her cry that much harder. Amaya sped up her pace, pressing the button to turn the vibrator on. The blonde whimpered as she felt the vibrations deep inside her, as the feeling instantly changed from pain to pleasure. Suddenly she couldn't believe the sensation she had. "Oh god Amaya, I'm so full," she managed to say. She felt overwhelmed by the feeling of having her pussy stretched around the biggest cock it had ever taken, forcing itself deep into her most intimate regions. "That's it baby girl," Amaya said, seeing the expression on Hana's lips change, "take it... take it all... just like the cock whore you are." Hana nodded helplessly, lost in the pleasure she was feeling. "Fuck me, Amaya... don't hold back." The redhead smirked and her motions changed from being steady and controlled to hasty, animal like thrusting as Hana tried to buck her hips against the vibrator, wanting to feel it deeper inside her. "Motto," she wanted more, and Amaya complied, using the giant dildo to fuck deeper inside her. Hana threw her head back and moaned, a low primal moan of ecstasy. "Amaya... I'm close," she panted out. Amaya's tone was harsh, firm, and filled with enjoyment. "Cum for me Hana," she said. "Cum hard on my cock." Hana felt the words wash over her like an irresistible wave; that simple command the only thing permeating her mind as the feeling in her cunt took over her and she came, harder than ever before. It seemed like an eternity that the orgasm racked her body, making her pull at the chains and ropes in a way that would have been painful had she been able to feel anything but pleasure. Hana lost herself in the enjoyment, not caring how long it lasted. Her mind had been wiped clean with pure ecstasy, there was no past, no future, only this moment, this feeling, and that was all Hana knew. When the orgasm subsided Hana's muscles were shaking as never before. She had never felt so weak and spent, but she could still feel her pussy throbbing around the huge dildo inside her, until she shuddered involuntarily when Amaya pulled it out. The blonde tried to speak, but words could not find her tongue, nor would they form inside her mind as Amaya undid the chains, untied the ropes, and slipped the blindfold off. The redhead pulled her pet into her arms and caressed her cheek lovingly as she kissed her deeply. "I told you you'd like it," Amaya whispered into Hana's ear.