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Blind Lust

By: Scarlett Marsden



The satin hood of the cloak fell to below my nose, cutting off any ability to see. To see the floor, to see the ceiling, to see the bed, or to see Etienne. The blackness before my eyes left me nothing but the alert senses elsewhere, and instantly they began to crawl and grow and expand until I felt I could almost feel the corners of the room, by the way the air closed in on my skin. For a moment I thought I felt the air move, my hand went back on the bed as I stepped back, I felt its silk quilt beneath the tips of my fingers. Cold, I pulled myself away, afraid it was too close, but afraid he was too close. 

The inability to see him scared me past the loud thudding in my chest and into the centre of my soul where I wanted to cry and I wanted to slap him and I wanted to scream. This wasn't fair, that he had such an advantage over me. I closed my eyes and took a long, deep breath to settle the screaming in my body. Without warning his hand brushed my left hip and the breath deep in my throat cut short and I pressed back on the bed again.

"Get on," he whispered in a voice full of honey. How was it possible to lust for a man you'd never seen? I shook my head. His body heat touched me first before his hand fell into place at my hip, and then his stomach leant, slightly, into mine. His cologne drifted through me like a ghost, I closed my eyes and controlled the buzzing electrodes beginning to swarm in my stomach. His closeness caused an ache to begin between my legs; but as quick as he came close he was gone again. I traced him by his steps around the room, pacing. Wondering what to do with me.

For the first time I felt safe in my cloak, the cloak he gave me when he took me from my home. The satin cloak that fell softly to my feet, covering almost all flesh on my body except my hands. The thin material had always prickled against me when he knew the only thing I wore beneath was panties and a bra. But now it clung to me in a dark safety capsule, growing hotter and tighter on my flesh, in anticipation. His feet were light on the cold wooden floor as he padded back and fourth, and then suddenly back toward me again. My breath caught in my throat, I parted my lips slightly to try and get more air in. Every hair on my body prickled and stood to attention; a flash of his hands underneath the satin and on my skin burned in my mind. Another little tingle between my legs.

"I hate it," he grit, the honey now gone from his deep, luring voice. Another hand fell across my right hip and be put a foot between mine and leaned slowly in. "I hate it all."

"Then why," my voice was hoarse, "don't you leave me alone?" But the slight movement I'd made said other wise, searching for his lips with mine, realizing he wasn't that close. I cursed myself. His hand moved from my hip and light fingers down the side of my forearm until he entwined his fingers through mine. I couldn't understand what he was doing. He leaves, then comes back, then leaves and comes back again. He'd been doing it all day, locking me in this room, in his room, letting my hands linger around to find my way. His fingers within mine wasn't his first romantic gesture, it wasn't the first time I'd smelt his dark, enticing cologne and hot breath as he leant in, wondering if he should or would kiss me. But his fingers had a purpose and they pulled me between us and to the front of his cotton suit pants. He pushed my fingers around the swelling, insisting solidity pressing against his zipper. I bit my bottom lip to stop the gasp.

"That's why," he breathed and flattened my palm out, slowly but firmly rubbing it down as he stepped closer. I hadn't realized how long he really was, nor the thickness if my hand told me right. Maybe it was my imagination, as I couldn't see anything, but through his thinning breaths it was hard and ready. 

"I can't stop wanting you. I can't stop thinking about you." He released his hand from mine and left me to linger around. The battle in my head began, unsure if I should keep my hand there or not. If I did… I wanted him… if I didn't… I wanted him. I pulled my hand away and almost heard him cut off a yearning groan but he got hold of himself again, and me. He brushed his mouth against mine and hovered for a moment.

"You don't want me," I said. "You use me. You don't want me." The sweetness of his kiss alarmed me. Slow and sensual as his tongue prodded for a way in until finally I opened up to him and let his tongue in, almost as eager as his penis. His lips were soft and soothing behind a passionate, urgent, deep kiss. He tasted warm, and comfortable, then enticing when he slid his other foot between mine and slowly pressed my thighs outward. He had leant me back against the bed, grasping my back with one hand and leaning on the bed with the other, while he pressed his penis against me. A low moan left my throat and was followed by a deep, almost animal, growl from his. 

His hips rose up and the thick head of his cock pushed against the satin material that he'd wrapped me in, and a million different nerve endings went of in the low depths of my stomach. He then pulled back and dug in again, deeper, trying to break the barrier between us while urging me on in the kiss. My toes nearly left the floor once my pelvis reacted and grew into him, its own desperate adventure seeking out more, until he pulled back again and, trembling, I searched out the front of his pants. I needed him to want me and to know that I could drive him insane. I could drive him to the very edge of sanity and bring him back again and then push further and higher than before. I needed each edge and rough taste of him. 

I took his tongue into my mouth and began sucking slowly, licking it, tasting it, as if I were savoring his penis, and another groan came from him. I tugged at his penis through the material, as tight as I could, making sure he could feel each part of my hand against him. Etienne retracted his mouth from mine, air finally filling my lungs, leaving him in small gasps as my hand continued. 

"Do you want me?" he whispered, his breath hot on my wet lips.

I shook my head. "No."

"Liar."

"No." He took my hand from him in a sharp action. 

"Liar," he hissed. His hand grasped my breast and found its way to my nipple, easily erected and easy to find through the black satin. Gentle fingers brushed over it, a few shivers shooting straight down to my vagina. Anything he did, any movement he made, any groan he let out caused another slight throbbing in my pussy. As if everything he did vibrated through me. 

"Prove it," I whispered back. Suddenly his heat and hands left me and there was a 'thud' at my feet. He was on his knees, and I was still leaning back slightly, used to the pressure he had on me. He was gathering up the bottom of the cloak, the cold air pressing against my hot skin as it kept going up, up, up past the knees, past my thighs and up above my waist. I couldn't stop the slight nervous quivering in my thighs; or the loud, thunderous beating behind my ears as he continued to gather up the material, leaving the bottom half of me bare except for my undies. 

He stood again and tied it back so it knotted between the bed and I, and held. While his hands scooped up past my waist to bond my cloak behind my back, his penis found the thin material of my panties and pressed in again, just at the top of my clit. I had to stop the sounds from escaping my mouth, instead swallowing them. I knew my undies were wet, and if he'd kept going I would have cum right there and then. I was more than throbbing now, aching, already imagining the feeling of his rock hard cock sliding its entire way into me. My fingers itched and finally I forced my hand out back to his covered penis and held it as tightly as possible, moving the cotton material of his pants along with my hand. His body, usually tense and rigid, fell into me and held on to the bed tightly with both hands. My finger brushed the buttons and quickly, with three flicks I undid them all and found the band of his jocks, sliding my palm against his damp flesh. My fingers felt the hot, clammy wetness of his hard cock, then down to the rough hair covering his balls and back up again to the head. I could feel it firm between my fingers, another flash of the entire thing sinking into the sweet, wet depths of me, and I tugged, lightly. His body flinched, each muscle close to mine while he breathed heavily near my ear. I tugged again without waiting for him to recover from the first, harder and more certain. He twitched again. My hand worked its way around the entire most of the length of his penis and held it firmly and set in motion the long, regular movements of jacking him off. 

The heat between his body and mine was intense; I could feel every flex of his muscles and every ache in his body as he began to fuck my hand. His calves against mine when, at each pull and jerk of him, I drew him closer to my pussy. He couldn't control his breathing, rasps and gasps in my ear and my neck, and the tightening grasps on the bed when his hips launched into slight thrusting movements. His ass tightened, he pushed further when I pulled. The moment the thick, pulsating head of his cock was against the thin material of my wet undies his head shot around to mine, as if this was what he'd been waiting for, and kissed me deep and passionately, pushing his tongue into my mouth and his teeming cock through my hot hand to my pussy. I didn't have time to gasp. I was pushed up further against the bed, his left palm widening out my right leg to push his cock against the centre of my pussy, where all the wet, and the longing, and the waiting to wrap myself around him existed. I could feel his stiff head trying to get in, sitting directly at my entrance. 

Hw then lowered, back onto his knees. He yanked at my undies to get them down, my right leg still out wide to give him full access. I felt so bare, naked, aroused, hot. The touch of his fingers against the lips of my cunt began the slow working to an orgasm. A crazy, wild orgasm. He pried them open carefully and then slid one long finger down straight along my clit, searching out the warm opening he'd wanted to sink himself into.

"You're so wet," he said quietly, amazed. He wasn't lying; I was waiting for it to begin dribbling down my leg. I could hear the squelching of his fingers around my pussy, the sweet smell rising up. The smell of sex. He plunged two fingers into me and I cried out as my hips followed, my voice echoing around the high walls and up to the ceiling. I was on tip toes as he pushed me further and further, his fingers deep inside me, sliding in and out and then pushing against me and into me. My hips moved toward him, almost fucking his fingers, and he slid them out and massaged my clit in a wet frenzy. I couldn't close my mouth, I couldn't hold on, my hips were right off the bed, my hands grasping on tightly to keep myself on the ground. 

And then his tongue was on me. It was along my clit, tasting me and sucking at me, swirling and dipping and fucking me. I reached down and grasped his soft short hair with my hand, thrusting my hips into his face. I couldn't see him, but it didn't matter. I couldn't see anything, I could only feel his mouth on my wet pussy, causing it to get moister, causing the tension and the twitches to rise as my cunt began to clench itself in and out, around his fingers. His tongue ravaged my clit, it bore down on me without stopping, my hips thrusting and fucking at him, the overwhelming shudders and spasms quickly taking me over. 

"Oh God…" I gasped. "Oh God. Oh Etie- Oh Etienne!" Three fingers inside me, three fingers deep in me, doing exactly what his cock should have been doing. Without warning I was dropped, and my feet fell flat on the floor. His tongue left my pussy, his fingers no longer moving inside. I moaned, I tried to catch my breath but he was quick to stand and close in on me again.

"Do you want me?" I didn't say anything, trying to maneuver myself so that his cock slid inside me. He stopped me with a hand on my pelvis, and left his cock sitting at the tip of my clit. He began to rub it up and down; I wondered how long he would last, because the spasms wouldn't stop in me. His fingers replaced his cock, still wet and sticky. I was on tip toes again, moving with his hand as it circled and danced around my clit.

"Do you want me?" he repeated.

"No," I muttered huskily. He needed to own me. Slowly, he sunk the three fingers back inside me and twisted them back and fourth. I moaned, low, until he worked faster and then it became loud, like a cry out. "Oh God Etienne…"

"Do you want me?"

"I… nooo…" even further, deeper inside he ventured, faster and closer. "Ohhhhhhh… noooo…" he lifted me up, pushing me back on the bed, and began circling my clit with his other hand. "Etienne… I… oh God yes. Oh God Yes."

"Do you want me?"

"Yes!" I cried out toward the ceiling into the blackness. Without hesitation he withdrew his fingers, grasped my hand, wet, and pulled me back up. My head spun. And he was inside me. His rock hard cock thrust deep inside me, all the way, and I felt my cunt clench tight to suck him in.

"Oh God Aude!" He cried out to me as his hands pressed down on my back and he plunged in again. His thrusts became harder and deeper, he couldn't hold on for long. I couldn't hold on for long. Each push he sunk into me triggered an enormous reaction of electric contractions and seizures I felt I was going to pass out. He kept pumping, muscles tightening, holding me steady. My insides were squeezing, tremors screaming through each blood cell. Then I was screaming, crying out, moaning, whimpering. My wetness covered his long, thick cock the more he pushed into me. I reached around and grabbed his ass, wrapping a leg around him in a secure lock. He pushed. He thrust. He cried out. The head of his cock swelled inside me, its thickness slid against the sides. 

The irresistible, tremendous orgasm came crashing down like a giant wave. We spun under the water, drowning in the tight clasp my cumming cunt had around his hard cock. 

His body shuddered as he exploded inside me, cumming in long, hot surges. His feet were high up, pushing me up on the bed, him on his tip toes. He released and then tightened his ass as he forced himself back in and came further. I could feel our cum, mixed together, start dribbling down my leg. He was trembling, I was weak. He withdrew his limp cock from me and sensually pressed his mouth against mine. His tongue searched me out when his trembling stopped. Tasting me, I could taste the honey sweetness of my pussy from when he ate me out and craved for more. He lifted me up on the bed. Ready for more.

"Do you want me?" he whispered. I nodded, breathing heavily on his mouth.

"Yes. I want you."

Blind Lust



Thank you all for the positive feedback on my first story. By popular demand I promise I will do some more.

Summary:

From phone fun to a real life encounter with a blindfold.

Mmm yeah. Hey, remember me? Yeah it's been a while since we talked, glad you could finally make it. It's been so long, the last time we couldn't even see each other, it was just over the phone. But today? It's going to different isn't it?

MMMM lie down on the bed, close your eyes; I'm going to put this blindfold on you...

now just close your eyes and listen...

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Click Here to listen. (7 min/mp3)

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Blind Lust



It had been nearly a week since the accident at work. Nearly a week since I'd been able to see anything other than vague shadows and almost total darkness. The doctors insisted I'd be fine soon enough. It was a bad chemical burn to the eyes but I was expected to fully recover my sight. Of course, the experience of being blind for a few weeks while I recovered was incredibly depressing. I promised never to take my eyesight for granted ever again when this was over.

I'd been moping for the last several days. I'd never been so helpless in my life. Linda had to do nearly everything for me since I couldn't see a thing. Truth be told I probably could have been a little more self sufficient but I was in such a sour mood that I didn't have the motivation. 10 more days of wearing my dual pirate patches was not something I relished.

"Come on Mr. Sorry For Himself - today you're getting cleaned up and we're going to turn your mood around. I have a very special surprise for you. We're going to make the best of things today!"

I glumly allowed myself to be pulled from bed and ushered into the bathroom. A toothbrush was pushed into my hand and my pajamas were stripped off of me. On my first attempt I completely missed the sink and apparently spit all over the mirror. Linda just laughed and redirected me while the shower warmed up.

I could feel her naked body against me as she pulled me into the shower and proceeded to clean me from head to toe. The warm water felt wonderful cascading over my body but not nearly as good as Linda's hands soaping me everywhere. Every time I tried to reach for her she scolded me and ran soapy fingers over my nipples or the head of my cock or teased my ass.

Once I was sparkling and fresh from head to toe she dried me with a towel, fixed my hair and deposited me on the couch in the living room totally naked. 

"Be right back..."

I heard footsteps leaving the room followed by the sound of the shower turning back on. I didn't know what Linda had in mind but my mood was definitely improved although it was driving me crazy not to be able to see her - I've always been a highly visual person.

Moments passed as I stroked my cock gently just enough to maintain my erection. Finally I heard / sensed Linda returning to the room. I could feel she was close by as she whispered, "Lean forward and stick out your tongue."

I did as I was told. I felt her hands gently pushing my head towards my target. I extended my tongue, flat and wide preparing to lick her pussy from top to bottom. Oddly, I couldn't smell her arousal - only the vanilla scent of her body lotion.

As I made contact I froze. Instead of the soft, slick folds of her pussy I felt the unmistakable shape of a cock head resting on my tongue. I suddenly felt dizzy and my mind began racing.

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It must have been six months earlier that Linda and I were lounging by the expansive resort pool in St. Lucia. We were enjoying a great afternoon of people watching. A few of the women were topless and the remainder were wearing very brief bikinis. I would point out women here or there and comment on their bodies.

"Wow, the way her breasts sway with every step is certainly enticing."

"Those are the puffiest nipples I've ever seen."

"With that bikini bottom she mustn't have a wisp of hair left on her pussy."

Linda was smiling and nodding, her own eyes mentally exploring each of them longingly. Her nipples were rock hard and covered in a shiny gloss of sweat and tanning lotion. Finally she slipped her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose, sitting up and swinging to sit on the edge of her chaise.

She leaned conspiratorially close to me, raised her eyebrows, and whispered, "I know you've always been fascinated by my bisexuality, but what about you?"

"Me?"

"Yeah... we always girl watch together but I've never heard you once remark about a man. What about the Brazilian guy over there? He's wearing the smallest suit I've ever seen on a man and boy does he wear it well!"

I laughed. "You know I've always said that sexuality is a continuum. I have to admit that I've often fantasized about what it would be like to be with a man but I've just never met the right guy." I winked at her, drawing a smile.

"I think the idea of having sex with another man is actually pretty hot but I've honestly never met a man that I've been attracted to."

Drawing a long sip from her fruity drink, Linda continued her inquisition. "Well, what is your ideal man like in the fantasy?"

I looked around slightly embarrassed to be discussing my fantasy life so openly in a public place.

"That's just it. In my fantasy I never actually SEE the man. The only part I focus on is his cock. He's circumcised like me, pretty average in size like me, and his shaft and balls are completely shaved... like me. I guess I really am fantasizing about sex with myself in an odd way. In the scene that I play in my head I just see myself exploring his cock, giving my first blowjob, and no more. Is that weird?"

Linda put her hand over mine and gave it a little squeeze.

"Not at all sweetie... Nothing wrong with that."

Noticing my erection tenting out my trunks she got an impish grin on her face and dragged me back to our room for hot sweaty sex.

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My mind was whirling - did I really want to make this happen? Was this a fantasy that was better left unfulfilled? Was my wife going to think differently of me after this?

Linda's voice brought me back to the present. "Just lick it."

So, I did...

He wasn't quite hard yet as I began my exploration. My hands went to his thighs as I ran my tongue around the head gently. Tonguing the ridge under his cock head forced it to twitch. Taking it into my mouth for the first time resulted in a low gasp from my mystery man. I sank my lips to the root of his semi-hard shaft and began sucking softly. I used my tongue to force his cock to the roof of my mouth as I held him.

The pulsing suction was something that Linda always used on me and I knew how much I enjoyed it. Apparently I wasn't the only one. His shaft began to harden and lengthen in my mouth. Little gasps and low moans offered encouragement as I sucked him to full size. As he grew I had to let him slip out a bit as I wasn't able to keep his full length in my mouth. I was amazed at how powerful this made me feel!

His hand rested on the back of my head and nudged me softly. Instinctively I knew what he needed and began to slowly bob on his cock feeling it slip along my wet lips. My tongue swirled around his length as he worked in and out of my mouth. I was drooling all over his cock lubricating it as I worked it. With each thrust I was getting more and more of it into my mouth. I went a bit too deep too fast and gagged slightly as his tip pushed at my throat.

Pulling him all the way out I licked all over his head to recover for a moment. When I had caught my breath I was ready for the next step. I formed a loose O with my mouth and kissed the tip. My hands reached around each grabbing a firmly toned ass cheek and encouraging him forward. A few pushes and pulls and I moved my hands to his hips letting him set his own rhythm.

The slurping noises of his wet cock penetrating my lips spurred us both on as he built up the pace. I was moaning around his cock as he thrusted deeper and deeper. When I'd worked up to it I sank my lips all the way to his base held him there for a few moments. I could feel his cock opening my throat as my lips caressed the smooth base of his shaft. Only then did I feel the shortest of hairs tickling my nose. I took a deep breath through my nose, inhaling the vanilla mixed with the subtle musk of his body.

I pulled back off of his cock and took a couple deep breaths and then went back to working him quickly in and out. The whole time he had one hand on my shoulder not pushing me but just holding me as I went crazy on his cock. He was leaning a bit too and fro but before his knees buckled I felt Linda push him slowly onto one of our dining room chairs. I stayed attached to his cock and followed him forward, sinking to my knees in front of him.

He spread his legs wide as his hand repositioned one of mine to hold his balls. They were as smooth as can be without even a hint of hair. Even having handled my own countless times I marveled at the combination of the soft texture with the firmness of his sack pulled close to his body.

His moans were increasing but my mouth was tiring. I brought my other hand around and grasped him tight around the base as I sucked on the tip alone. I began to jack him off with my right hand as the other alternated between caressing his balls and reaching behind them to tease his asshole with my finger tip.

His hips were rocking up off the stool with each pump of his shaft. I knew he was getting close. A feminine hand pulled my left hand away and I felt my index finger jacked like was doing with my other hand as I felt the cool sensation of lube being poured onto my fingertip. A few more moments and my hand was pushed back under his balls again.

I rimmed his puckered hole with the slick lube as I felt another new sensation. Linda was kneeling behind me, still naked. I felt her breasts mashed against my back, her nipples poking into me rock hard like the cock in my mouth. 

An unspoken signal must have passed between them as Linda softly announced, "He's getting close. Be ready for it."

I felt her lubed hand close around my own cock and begin jerking it in time with the motions of my own hand on the mystery man. My finger pressed firmly against his relaxed ass and slipped inside. I was moaning loudly around his cock as I felt it get a bit harder in my mouth. His hips were shaking as he tried to push his cock deeper into my waiting mouth. Loud groans began to drown out my own as I felt the first twitch of his cock. I pressed my finger deeper into his ass and held it there.

He exploded into my mouth, filling me with his hot, salty cum. My hand must have been a blur, pumping him as hard and fast as I could go. His hips jerked in time to the spurts of cum that continued to fill my mouth. I barely swallowed the first batch as my mouth refilled with more and more of his seed. I was reminded of oysters as it slid down my tongue into my throat. The taste wasn't something I'd crave but it wasn't unpleasant either.

Linda's hand was still jerking me feverishly and I was thrusting into it as I did my best to maintain my focus on pleasing my mystery man. His final spurt triggered my own orgasm and I sank to the root of his shaft holding him still. Part of me heard the slapping of Linda's hand against my belly as she stroked me in long quick motions. Part of me visualized the long ropes of cum arcing out of my cock onto the floor. But the biggest part of me listened to the rush of my pulse in my ears over the ragged breathing of the mystery man as his now sensitive organ twitched in my mouth.

Finally spent, I rested my head in his lap, softening cock still warmly encased in my mouth as I took labored breaths of my own coming down from one of the most intense orgasms of my life. Strong hands were stroking my hair as I felt Linda squeezing me tight against her as she released my cock. She pulled me backward onto my haunches. His now deflated cock popped from my mouth and he pulled my hands away. My finger felt cool in the air as it he slowly extracted it from deep in his ass.

My focus shifted to Linda as I realized she was fingering her clit wildly with her cum-covered hand and clutching me desperately. Her own release was nearly instantaneous as I felt her hips slapping against my ass while she came.

"Oh my god that was incredible!" she huskily breathed into my ear. More unspoken communication must have been exchanged as she added, "It appears you are a quick learner. You've earned two thumbs up and a big smile."

I reached forward searching for the mystery man again but I found an empty chair. I heard him laughing softly from across the way as Linda joked, "I think you've sucked enough cock for today - one to a customer!"

The front door squeaked and clicked as I heard it close. The mystery man had left the building. Linda and I spooned on the floor as I reflected on the past hour.

"Are you ever going to tell me who it was?"

"And spoil your fantasy? No way! So, how was your first blowjob?"

"Wonderful! Thank you for setting it up. You've really improved my mood, I'll tell you that much! I know that the accident made this possible but there is still a little part of me that wanted to see what I was doing... watching his cock in my mouth like a detached observer. Still, it was everything I fantasized it would be!"

"And more! Not to make you even more impatient to get your vision back but you'll love watching the video!"



Blind Lust



Something strange happened to me recently. I know I should be pissed about it, yet I can't help but feel I brought it on myself by my actions and outlook. After I tell the whole story, I'll let you decide.

My name is Scott. I'm in my 30s, good-looking, single, and happy to stay that way. When I was younger I was a totally different person. Nice, cheerful, a little quiet. Got married way too young, stayed married way too long. Finally kicked her to the curb. She was cheating on me with a buddy of mine. That whole thing changed me. I became much less trusting. Swore to myself I'd never get hitched again. I pretty much kept to this, but not long after that whole shit storm, I hooked up with this young chick, assuming it was a booty call. But she kept coming around. I wasn't going to say no to some no-strings fucking, so I let her hang out. Before I knew what was happening, she'd pretty much moved in with me. 

That was a nightmare. She started trying to run my life. Redecorated my apartment, tagged along wherever I went, and the sex turned to shit. She even tried to tell me how to dress. I kind of got used to having her around, but the longer it went on, the more ridiculous it seemed. I wasn't looking for a new wife, and here she was acting like one. I got bitter towards her. Everything she did rubbed me the wrong way. We fought all the time. Finally I just kicked her out, ended whatever it was, and went back to being single.

That was about a year ago. Since then, life's been pretty good. I've got my friends, and when I get lonely, I just go to a bar and pick up the first hot woman I see. I've perfected my techniques over time, and I can get whatever girl I want. I've had to prove this to my buddies since they never believe me. Especially my girl buddies.

Yeah, that's actually the most important part. I have this group of girl buddies I sometimes hang with. It happened in a weird way. I started off being friends with this woman named Kate. Met her in college. We used to party together. Tried unsuccessfully several times to hook up with her back then and finally gave up. I've kept in touch with her since then, through the marriage and the "extended houseguest". (Which is how I think of the ex-girlfriend.)

Once I became a bachelor again, we started hanging out more. That's when I got to meet all her friends. Kate is my age, but the rest are much younger, around their early to mid-twenties. I'll get into them later on, but in all there's a group of five chicks I hang with now and then. I never tried anything with any of them. Well, except for one, but she doesn't count. See, Betty was this girl I dated a few times. It didn't go anywhere, so we stopped that, but she met Kate during that time and they hit it off. So now I've got to see my kinda ex on a regular basis, which sucks. But whatever. Neither of us hold any hard feelings, I guess. We've fallen into an uneasy frenemy state where we rag on each other for everything. (You can tell you spend too much time with younger chicks when you start using words like "frenemy".) 

Anyway, enough background. When all this went down, Kate had invited me over on a Saturday night. This was a semi-regular thing. We had pizza, way too much booze, watched movies and sat around shooting the shit, listening to music. That sort of thing. I had nothing to do that night, so I chilled with them for the whole evening. It was a typical weekend night at Kate's house. People would drop by, hang out, wander off or pass out. People hooked up and left, or went to one of the guest bedrooms to get busy. One of the girls I didn't know had brought her guy, I think her husband, and they were fighting a lot. After a while he left. He was her ride, so that was amusing. I mostly sat on the couch watching things unfold, sporadically texting this chick I was trying to get with from work, hitting the bottle hard, and joking around with people. Sometimes Kate would sit with me, sometimes Betty. For most of the night, Shayla (she's one of the circle of five) was sitting on the floor with her back against the couch, staring off into space or playing with her phone. Shayla kinda gives me the creeps. She's super-hot—I'd totally bang that—but she's so quiet. Creepy quiet. I've only heard her say, like, six words the whole time I've known her. So between that and her enormous too-big brown eyes that seem to stare right into you, I tried to keep my distance. She was sitting almost touching my leg that night, which was weird, but I didn't move because from that angle I could see right down her shirt. Oh yeah. I had the prime real estate location that night, even with the headache that Betty kept bringing me. She was riding me hard that night, and I don't mean in any fun way. (Never went there with her, but I strongly considered it during the brief time we were together.) I still don't know what her problem was.

The rest of them were business as usual. Kate was wandering around like a hummingbird on crack, chatting everyone up, bringing around snacks and drinks. Basically playing her hostess role to the fullest. The two members of the circle that I haven't talked about yet were acting normal too. Sally was way too drunk because she'd invited her new boyfriend and they were having a huge fight. About what, I didn't know and didn't care to ask. She was alternating between crying and laughing so hard she'd hyperventilate. I swear that girl's such a spazz. She reminds me of one of those little dogs those celebrity whores carry around with them. The other one, Ellie, was getting hit on constantly and trying to hide from everyone. She was always going back and forth between shy and sex kitten. Her face was beet red most of the night. Since her divorce a few months before, she'd been with several guys, just playing the field. I'd thought about becoming one of those guys, but she was Kate's best friend, so I decided it'd be bad drama. Not worth it. Still, she was interesting. I was enjoying watching her scramble around trying to decide if she wanted to hook up with someone or spend time with her friends. Hell, I knew the choice I'd make, but some people don't have it so easy.

It was a nice night. At first. I don't remember how much I drank, but it was enough to put my head in a fog. I can't blame what happened later on alcohol, of course. I never drink so much I can't remember what I did the next day, but sometimes the things I say get blurry. I know at one point I hit on Ellie just to see her blush. I got bored with my texting, because with some people having a conversation is like pulling teeth. So I stopped responding and let my phone buzz at me from my pocket until she gave up. (Funny how when you stop making an effort, some girls will go nuts chasing you.) I only left the couch to piss, get more to drink, and once to chat up a girl I'd never seen before. I lost interest in her pretty fast, so I blew her off and went back to my spot, shoving Sally out of the way. She'd passed out long ways, taking up the whole couch. Which was weird, since she's so short and skinny. You'd think she couldn't take up any space at all, but the couch was a jumble of bony limbs. When I shoved her, she scrambled to the other side of the couch, whining at me incoherently. Betty saw me do this, and this made her start in on me all over again. I stopped listening almost right away . . . something to do with me being an ass and only caring about myself and blah blah, Sally's having a bad night, whatever. When does she have a good night? She gave up when she realized I wasn't paying attention. Kate came by for a bit to yell at me for hitting on Miranda, whoever that was. Probably the boring new girl from earlier. I drank more and watched, amused, while the guests acted more and more crazy as the night went on. Shayla came and went from her spot at my feet, but I barely noticed since the girl's so damned quiet. As long as she wasn't staring me down with those scary-big eyes, I could tolerate her.

The night went on and on. Sally puked, Kate cleaned it up. Ellie made out with some guy, then refused to go out to his car with him. He got pissed and Kate had to drag him to the door. I would've helped, but it was funnier to see her do it. At one point she had to slam his head against the wall. Made me laugh way too hard. Sally drank more, almost puked again, but got distracted when she started crying about her boyfriend. (Not sure where he went? Maybe he was the one Ellie made out with. No idea, but that would have been hilarious.) Ellie made out with someone else, but this guy left on his own. Then she started crying about something. I couldn't make out what it was, something about a slut or being a slut. I think. That was the only word I could make out. I hugged her and patted her back until she calmed down. See? I can be a nice guy. Well, not really. I mainly did it to feel those huge tits of hers against my chest. Not that the motivation matters. It calmed her and made Betty a little nicer to me when she saw it. So what if I got something out of it too? 

By about two in the morning, things were settling down. All five of my buddies were in the room with me. (Along with a couple of guys who were passed out in the corner.) Most of the guests had gone. One was sleeping on the kitchen table, and who knows how many had holed up in the guest rooms. 

The six of us were talking, nothing serious. I would throw in my comments now and then, but by then I was pretty out of it. It was too much trouble to keep my head up, so I kept laying it against the back of the couch. Sally was on my right, kind of hanging on me. Betty was on my left, glaring at me. (I assume.) Shayla was still at my feet, knees drawn up to her chest. Ellie was lying on the floor, long legs stretched out, hand on her forehead, leering at the ceiling, mumbling. Kate was lounging on her easy chair, one long, jean-clad leg hanging over the arm. She looked like a cat, surveying us all with only mild interest. Relaxed, but always ready to strike. In my drunken, slightly horny state, seeing her like that made me wonder why I'd given up on her so easy. I'd always thought she was hot—in a non-glamorous sort of way. She was tall and slim, with narrow, dark, mysterious eyes. Short black hair, rarely wore makeup. Thin lips. Big tits. Not huge like Ellie's, but still. That night she looked happy. Usually she wore a pissed-off look like she wanted to bite your nose off. Hell, that was one of the things that drew me to her originally. I like a girl with passion.

"What?" she asked, the pissed look crashing back down on her. She'd noticed me checking her out.

I scrambled to cover. "Nothin'. You still got puke on your shirt, is all." She looked and rushed off to change her shirt, cursing.

"Why do you have to be such an asshole?" Betty asked, her eyes shooting daggers at me.

"How was that being an asshole?" I grumbled, glaring right back at her. "If anything, I was a better friend to her than you for pointing out she was sitting in Sally's puke." Sally whimpered from my side, holding her head.

"I'm not just talking about that. I'm talking about all the time," she spat, her face vicious.

I looked her over, wondering (not for the first time) what I'd seen in her. She was a major contrast to Kate. Where Kate was tall and lean, Betty was short and curvy. Not that that was a bad thing . . . her curves were great. I'd felt her up a bit while we were dating, but it never got to the point of fucking. I wanted to, sure, but it never happened. And after we called it quits, I did my best to avoid looking at her. Which, of course, didn't always work when she was wearing something that showed off her cleavage or bending over in my line of sight so I had no choice but to look at her round ass. It was all I could do to stop from groping it sometimes.

"And stop looking at me like that, you creep," she added, which made me realize I'd spent too long checking her out too. Oops.

"How am I looking at you?" I asked, looking away quickly, my tone grouchy.

"Like you want to rip my clothes off," she answered, scowling.

I was about to tell her not to flatter herself, but didn't get the chance. "He looks at all of us like that. It's a Scott thing," Kate said mildly, walking back into the room. She'd changed from her puke-stained tee shirt into a flimsy tank top. No bra either—I could see her nipples poking out the fabric. Nice. "See? He's giving me that same look right now." She smirked and sat back down. 

"What look?" I asked, making a show of being hurt. "I'm a gentleman. You girls are my buddies. Why else would I spend my whole Saturday night with you all?"

"Because you want to screw us!" Sally screeched , high-pitched and directly into my ear. 

I flinched and shoved her away. "Christ, Sally. Settle down. Damn."

She flung herself back onto me, pushing me backwards into Betty, who couldn't get away fast enough to avoid being crushed beneath us. "Stop pushing meeeee!" Sally howled, flailing her hands at me. She spilled my full beer, which had been sitting between my legs and got a couple of weak slaps in before I was able to jump up and get away from her. 

"Shit," I complained, wiping at the wet spot on my crotch and smoothing down my shirt. "Crazy cunt. I don't want to screw any of you. If I did it would've happened by now."

That got a reaction from all of them. Kate and Betty laughed. (They weren't nice laughs.) Sally giggled. Ellie raised an eyebrow, and Shayla looked over at me, face blank of any expression. "You're so full of yourself," Kate said, still wearing that maddening smirk of hers. That smirk always made me want to either punch her or bend her over and fuck the daylights out of her, depending on my mood. It was having both effects on me that night.

"You didn't get anywhere with me," Betty pointed out, smugly.

"I didn't try very hard." I reminded her. "If I had, I woulda bagged you." I leaned against the wall casually, trying to ignore my soaked pants and boxers.

Betty snorted at this. "Bagged her," Kate said. "You're such an ass. This is just like your crap about taking home the first lady you see in any bar."

"Hey, it's true. Hell, I could take Ellie here into one of your bedrooms right now if I wanted." Sally giggled more at this. Ellie's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open slightly, but those were the only indications that she'd heard me. My eyes crawled over her as she lay there. She was tall—about two inches taller than Kate, and really . . . voluptuous, I guess you'd say. Wide hips, great legs, long red hair, killer tits . . . and a face a model would pay a fortune for. I looked away quickly, feeling Kate's eyes on me. It wouldn't do to be caught checking anyone else out. My eyes landed on Sally, who'd gone from giggling to cackling. She was kind of hot too, but in a completely different way. Night and day. She was a blond—in hair color and spirit. Short, too skinny, small boobs, but still sexy in a way I couldn't pinpoint. I looked away, adding, "I could have any of you. But, really, if I had a choice? None of you." 

"You're so arrogant," Betty said, fiercely. 

"Confident," I corrected her, sparing her a quick glance. The anger in her eyes, the firm set of her firm lips, she was one of those women who get hotter when mad. At that point I was starting to wonder if Sally had been right. Maybe I did just hang around hoping to fuck these girls. If that was true, this was the first time I'd realized it. Most of the time I was indifferent to them. They were an afterthought to me. A passing amusement.

"No, it's arrogance," Kate insisted, leaning back in her chair and taking up her lazy cat stance again. "There's a difference. You do want to fuck us, but you don't seem to like us much. So why hang out with us if you're just going to treat us like shit?" I opened my mouth to argue, but there were too many things to argue with in that statement. Before I could figure out where to start, Kate continued, contradicting my unspoken protest. "Yes you do. You make rude comments, ignore our boundaries, talk behind our backs. And you push Sally around like she's a rag doll."

Betty chimed in with, "Don't forget that pretend hug thing he does as an excuse to feel us up." Kate nodded and Ellie made a surprised choking sound. She propped herself up on her elbows and turned her wide-eyed, unfocused gaze at me.

"God damn it, Betty," I mumbled, looking down at the floor.

"Exactly like that," Kate continued, fixing me in her cat-like stare. There was something cold and dangerous about that look. It made me nervous, but turned me on at the same time. You always hear about girls being attracted to jerks, but I guess it can go the other way, too. I'd never thought I was into bitches, but damned if I wasn't thinking orgy right then. I was semi hard for some reason and that made me squirm. "And that look on your face. I can't ever figure you out, Scott. You talk one way and act the other. You come over here just to be mean to everyone. And I keep inviting you. I guess I want to think there's more to you than you let on. I mean, you were different in college."

"Marriage. She messed me up. You know that."

Betty fielded this one, almost like she was waiting for it. "Don't you ever get tired of using that excuse? You can't hide behind it forever. Someday you're going to have to grow a pair and take responsibility for yourself."

I rolled my eyes, letting her cheap shot at my manhood slide. She said things like that a lot. "You've all got me completely figured out, don't you?"

Kate said, "Yeah, pretty much. The nearest I can figure is that you're a control freak. You have to control everything and everyone. You keep people in their place with your words and actions. You always have to have the upper hand, the last word. You think you're a strong, tough man, but you're actually a scared, lonely kid who has to be a dick to everyone so that he feels like he can handle his own life."

I couldn't think of any response to this. I admit I was a little hurt to find out what my oldest friend really thought of me. Even if she was way off base. I looked from one friend to another, and no one was defending me. Sally had stopped giggling, Ellie had sat up. Shayla was staring at me, still expressionless. 

"In fact," Kate continued, "I'll bet if you had to give up all control, you'd lose your mind. You wouldn't know who you were anymore. You'd be reduced to tears and begging."

"Never happen," I scoffed. "Control freak or not, my life is all about me. I'd never get into a situation like that." I looked back at Shayla, but she was messing with her phone again. Creepy-ass girl. I made a mental note to confront her one of these days. Find out what was going on in her head. I looked over at Kate in time to see her whispering something in Ellie's ear. I disregarded this and went to the kitchen to get some paper towels to try and swab some of the spill from my pants. When I came back, everyone was whispering. Ellie to Shayla and Betty to Sally at least. "What the fuck are you all whispering about?" I demanded, irritated. Ellie was blushing even more than usual and Sally was giggling uncontrollably again.

"Nothing," Kate said, but her tone and smirk told otherwise. "Girl stuff."

I shook my head. "I'm going home. This party is getting old." I felt something and spun to see Betty had pulled my keys from my pocket. "Dammit, give those back," I said, lunging at her. She jumped back and tossed them to Kate, who caught them deftly.

"You've been drinking. You're staying here," she said, crossing her arms.

"Fine, whatever. I'll go to bed then." I stalked out of the room and went to the bathroom. Afterwards I peeled my soaked pants off, tossing them in the bathtub. My shorts were still wet, but they were bearable. I looked at myself in the mirror, wondering why they'd all been such bitches to me. It wasn't like them. Well, it was like Betty. She'd always been critical and judgmental, even while we were dating. But the rest of them were usually mild. I also wondered why the confrontation had gotten me so hot. It had to be that Sally was right and I wanted to bone them all. The mixture of alcohol, boredom, and seeing them all getting emotional had made me think about it more consciously. Had to be that. It couldn't be some weird fetish thing I didn't know I had, right?




Blind Lust



I looked myself over. Piercing blue eyes, carefully trimmed blond hair. Two days worth of stubble. Broad shoulders, nice chest, well-muscled. It was beyond me why none of them had tried to get me into bed. And in the case of Betty and Kate, had flat out refused my advances. 'Crazy girls', I thought, shaking my head and opening the bathroom door. 

That was when I got ambushed. As soon as I passed through the doorway, Kate grabbed my right arm and Ellie my left. Someone slid in behind me and roughly clutched a handful of my hair, pulling my head back. "What the fuck!" I shouted, struggling. I almost broke free, but Kate was stronger than I suspected. She kept a death grip on my arm and Ellie clutched me tighter, only barely keeping her grip. The hand let go of my hair and I was shocked to feel someone jump on my back, arms thrown around my neck. I was sure it was Sally. She was the lightest of them all, but she still almost threw me off balance. "Let go!" I said, my voice almost coming out in a whine. "Knock it off!"

"Nope," Kate said, starting to drag me down the hall with Ellie's help. Sally stayed on my back, keeping me from moving too much, and it was all I could do to stay standing. My mind was whirling. What could they be up to? Revenge for being mean to them? I wasn't really mean, regardless of what they thought. I considered myself more blunt and direct than anything. My cock twitched a little at the realization that three hot girls were hanging onto me, restraining me, but I was too confused to be aroused. Confused and something else. Not fear . . . worry? Dread? Not knowing what was going on was the worst. This had come out of nowhere.

I was roughly dragged into a guest room and pulled onto the bed. Kate and Ellie hadn't let go of my arms, so I started kicking. I connected with someone, not sure who. Then my crotch exploded in pain. I cried out and black spots appeared before my eyes. Someone had punched me in the balls. My voice came out in a strangled whimper and all the fight drained out of me. "There. You've had that coming for a long time," Betty said, a satisfied tone in her voice. It didn't surprise me that it'd been her. She'd threatened testicular abuse several times when mad at me. I never thought she'd actually do it, though. I remember hoping that she'd been the one I'd kicked, but I never found out for sure.

While I was distracted by the pain, the others were busy. My shirt and shorts were unceremoniously removed. A blindfold was wrapped around my head. My arms and legs were tied to the bedposts. Something was wrapped around my neck—it felt like a collar or something. Once this was in place, the blindfold was tied to it so I couldn't slip it off.

By this time, the pain in my balls had receded to a dull throb and I'd started struggling again. I found my voice and bellowed curses at them. Mostly calling them dirty cunts and the like. None of them responded, but I could tell they were all still there. Once I fell silent, I could hear movement and breathing all around me. "Seriously. Let me go. Now," I said quietly, trying to make my voice sound reasonable.

"No," Kate said. She'd drawn in close to my face and I could feel her warm breath on my cheek as she continued, tone cold. "We're all tired of your attitude and we're going to teach you a lesson tonight. Remember how you said you'd never get into a situation where you lost all control? Well, you were wrong about that. Maybe after tonight you'll see that's not the only thing you were wrong about." And that seemed to be all she wanted to say. With that she left, but the rest of them had things of their own to say.

Ellie started, her voice hesitant, but clearly angry. Or at least reproachful. "I'm not a slut. I'm just getting used to being single." I could hear her stomping off after saying that. I hadn't realized she'd heard me calling her that. Oops. 

Sally was next. "You shouldn't push me around. It's mean." Then she left, too.

"Hope you're enjoying the show!" I yelled through clenched teeth, bucking my hips.

"Is any of this even getting through to you?" That one was Betty.

"What about you, Shayla? Don't you have something to say for a change?" I asked, not wanting to hear what Betty had to say. 

"Oh, she already left. Guess she didn't have anything to tell you. I do, though."

"Of course you do," I sighed. 

"Shut up. Earlier you said you didn't try very hard to get me into bed. You never figured out why I dumped you, did you?"

"Because you hate me."

"I don't hate you. You piss me off. I don't know why, but every time I'm near you I get angry. But that's only half the reason. The other reason is because you didn't show me you were interested. Most guys would have had sex with me after a couple dates. You didn't try. You ignored all my signals. So I assumed you weren't into me and I was wasting my time."

I was stunned. "I didn't know that. I was interested."

"Doesn't matter now," she replied coldly. "Too late. I just wanted to let you know what you missed out on. I'm amazing in bed and I would've made a great girlfriend. If you weren't such an ass, that is." With that said, she left too, shutting the door behind her. 

I couldn't see anything through the blindfold, but I could tell the lights had been shut off. Everything was pitch black and quiet. I could hear low talking from outside the door, and then that stopped too. I didn't struggle, or say anything else. If they wanted to teach me a lesson, they'd be sorely disappointed. I refused to put on a show for them.

Or at least, that was my initial plan. After several minutes, I heard the door open and close again. Someone was standing beside the bed. "Who's there?" I asked, keeping my voice neutral. No response. I heard a sound like someone clearing their throat and then whoever it was spit on my face. It hit my cheek and dribbled down my face to my ear. "What the fuck?" I shouted. There was a chuckle and my visitor left without a word.

More angry than I could remember ever feeling in my life, I began struggling again. My wrists and ankles seemed to be held by straps. No matter how I tried, I couldn't get them to loosen or dislodge the blindfold. After several minutes I gave up and lay there, fuming. 

Shortly someone else came in. I could hear her standing by the bed, doing and saying nothing for about a minute. Then, making a strangled cry, she slapped me. Hard. It jarred my head and made my eyes water. "You're going to pay for that," I told her through clenched teeth. Again, no response. I could hear her leave the room, shutting the door behind her.

I didn't bother struggling this time, just felt the sting of my cheek and waited for my next visitor. I wondered if they'd let me go after they'd each had a turn. It wasn't long before the third one came in. Just like the others, she stood there silently for a bit. Then she grabbed me by the shoulders, her nails digging into my skin, and shook me. After a few hard shakes, she left as well. 

I was starting to get worried by this point. It was like they'd all lost their minds. Spitting on me, slapping me, punching me in the balls. What could be next? And why had they stripped me? That was the part that worried me the most. Not that I had a problem being naked . . . nothing to be ashamed of in that regard, trust me . . . but being strapped naked to a bed in the dark at the mercy of five angry women . . . I admit a little fear was creeping in. I'd never felt so vulnerable. The minutes stretched out, still no one else visited. The more time that passed, the more scared I got. The next one must have something really bad planned. 

I jumped when the door finally opened again. Whoever it was walked to the side of the bed and stood there quietly. A couple of minutes passed and she did nothing. Then I felt fingers touching my chest tentatively. She ran them down, through my chest hair, over my stomach and to my cock, which twitched from the unexpected sensation. Suddenly the fingers were gone and I could hear her leaving. "Wait!" I said, desperately. She stopped for a moment, but didn't respond. I heard the door open and close. "Let me go," I mumbled, shocked to feel tears stinging my eyes. This made me angry again. I wasn't going to cry. I was going to get loose and go berserk on them all. I was going to . . . well, I didn't know what I was going to do to them, but they weren't going to like it.

More minutes passed, possibly an hour. My arms and legs hurt, but there wasn't any way to change positions. I was getting more freaked out. That last visitor somehow had scared me the most. She hadn't been mean. She'd touched me and then left. Why? Was it some sort of psychological torture, or did it just mean that one of them didn't completely hate me? I tried to pass the time by fantasizing about what it would have been like if she'd stayed, and found that even though I was scared and my limbs were filled with pins and needles, I was still able to get turned on. Somewhere, deep down, under the fear and anger and confusion, there was a part of me that was excited. I was attracted to all five of my friends in one way or another, and I was completely at their mercy. And apparently, one of them didn't want to torture me. Well, I suppose she had, but in a different way, since she did enough to get my mind on sex before walking off. And the fact that I had no idea which of them had done what was somehow exciting too.

Not that I wanted to stay where I was long enough to find out what the next torture would be. The fact that it had taken so long for the fifth visitor to arrive made me nervous. I strained at my bonds for a while, partly to test their strength and partly to get the blood flowing in my arms and legs. After some of this, I got tired, so I lay there and waited. All in all, I think it was an hour and a half between the fourth and fifth visitors. This one crept to the side of the bed like the others and stood there for a couple of minutes. My pride was eroded by this time, so I decided to at least give reasoning a shot. "Please," I said, trying to stay calm, but wincing at the tone of near panic in my voice. "Let me go. I won't be mad."

She made a snorting sound as her only response. A little after that, she started touching me. Not gently, like the last one, but not mean either. At least not at first. She ran her hands over my shoulders, down my arms, across my chest, and then lower. Then she grabbed my flaccid cock, which forced a shocked hissing sound out of me. Her hands were cold and I hadn't expected to be grabbed so suddenly. Her hands gradually warmed up as she stroked my limpness to a full erection. It didn't take long—it worried me how excited this was getting me. I guess there was a lot lurking inside me that I didn't know about. 

Once I was fully hard, she started stroking me faster. She wasn't gentle. She kept a firm grip on my manhood. I was trying to not show any signs of pleasure, but as I came closer to erupting, I couldn't hold back my groans. 

Right before bringing me over the edge, as though she knew exactly how close I was, she stopped, letting go of my cock, which was aching for release. I couldn't help it. I let out a small whimper. She made no sound, but I knew she'd heard and was probably enjoying my signs of distress. I squirmed, wishing she'd finish me, but there was nothing further. After a bit, the pressure faded and I started to soften.

With no warning, she grabbed me again and I could feel her engulf my semi-hard member with her warm, wet mouth. Her hair tickled my legs. She was just as rough with her mouth as she'd been with her hand, running her teeth along my shaft and maintaining a painful level of suction. Because of this, her mouth made loud slurping sounds. This sound, the pressure and the speed, the feel of her soft hair caressing my thighs, even the pain from her teeth were all driving me swiftly back to the edge. I tried to hold in the groans, worried she'd stop again, but her forceful blow job lured the moans out of me. She stopped suddenly, letting my saliva-coated rod flop out of her mouth where it landed on my belly, sticky, hot and throbbing. "No, please," I murmured, and my voice didn't sound like my own. It was quiet, weak. "Please. Let me finish," I said, realizing with shame that I was begging. I hated myself for this, but it was too late to take it back.

She didn't answer, but I heard the obvious sounds of her removing her clothes. I felt like I was going crazy with anticipation. I was so close, I knew that the second she touched me I was going to shoot off. I doubted I could even get all the way inside her.

The bedsprings creaked as she crawled onto me. Her weight pushed me down into the mattress as she perched above my aching cock. With no hesitation, she roughly grabbed my pole and held me still as she lowered herself onto me. Finally she made a sound—a low moan—as she filled herself with me. As I'd feared, the sensation of entering her wet cavern was enough to drive me over the precipice I'd been balanced on. I cried out with pleasure and surprise as I painted the walls of her cunt with my hot cum. It was the biggest orgasm I'd ever had. It was so intense I forgot where I was for a moment, forgot the situation I'd been put into. I even forgot my hands were tied and struggled to grab her, hold her. My hips bucked, driving me even deeper inside her. Finally the mind-blowing orgasm faded, leaving me with after-tingles and the returning cognizance that I was tied to a bed being fucked partly against my will by a mystery woman. She'd stopped moving as I came, perched firmly on my lap. Once she knew I was done, she made a scoffing sound, as though mocking me for not being able to hold back. Then she started moving again, sliding me in and out, rubbing herself against me. She wasn't going to stop just because I'd finished—she was going to get her own pleasure out of this. Her insistent movements dragged another moan out of me. Her insides were gripping me, and the mixture of our fluids bathed my still-hard cock. I was a confused mess of emotions. The pleasure, of course, was foremost, but I still felt betrayed, scared, angry, and humiliated. All my friends had seen me naked and helpless. One had spit on me, they'd all mocked me. And now I was being forced to have sex without even knowing which one I was with. I was disturbed by the fact that I wasn't too concerned with it. It was all incredibly exciting, and this was the most worrisome thing of all. Again I wondered how many more dark desires were hiding inside me that I hadn't known about. 

My mystery lover had grabbed my shoulders and was rocking rhythmically on top of me, making small sounds of pleasure as she chased her own climax. She suddenly cried out, her thighs clamping on mine and her cunt contracting against my erection. She didn't stop even then, instead speeding up, slamming herself down on me again and again. Her ass slapped my balls painfully and she was panting with the effort. I was suddenly dying to know who this was. I had never before been fucked with this much enthusiasm. It was terrible not being able to touch her, grab her hips, her tits. As exciting as I'd found it to be completely helpless and at her mercy, it was also achingly limiting.

She cried out again, almost a scream of pleasure, as she came harder than before. I was so close to another orgasm myself. It felt like just a few more seconds of stimulation and I'd burst, filling her up again. To my frustration, she stopped, having gotten what she wanted. She collapsed on top of me, her head on my chest, her hair in my face. I could feel her hot breath on my skin as she gasped her breath back. My cock strained and I tried to buck against her, desperately seeking my own finish. I couldn't move enough, as she was weighing me down. She could tell what I was doing, and with an annoyed noise, she moved slightly, just enough for me to slide out of her satisfied pussy. I couldn't stop myself from whining. "Please, don't stop. I'm so close. Please." She ignored me as she lay on top of me, catching her breath. I clenched my teeth, trying to ignore the pressure that had built up inside me. Now, mingling with all the other emotions swirling in me was shame. I was disgusted with myself. I'm not a whiner by nature, and I've never begged for anything. Especially not sex. I felt that sort of debasement was beneath me. I was the one who girls begged to. In fact, in the past I'd taken great pleasure in making women beg. Now I was getting a taste of what it felt like. My face twisted as I struggled to keep the tears in. It occurred to me that Kate had been right. They'd taken away my control and I'd broken. In record time, I might add. 

My visitor was still lying on me, her naked, soft body pressed against mine. She was quivering a bit, still feeling the aftershocks. If I only had my hands free, I'd be able to tell who it was—I was sure of it. I'd hugged all of them, after all. She wasn't giving me any clues—I couldn't tell her voice from her moans and the small sounds she'd made, and she still wasn't saying anything. 

Finally she lifted herself off of me, planting her hands on my chest and using me as support. The bedsprings creaked again as she left. My poor, tired cock had wilted and the cool air against its warm stickiness made me wince.

I listened as she got dressed. She stood next to the bed for a few seconds, and I could feel her eyes on me. Then she turned and headed for the door. "Wait," I said, frantically. "Who are you? Even if you're not going to let me go, at least tell me that." She hesitated for a bit, but didn't answer. The door opened and closed again.

Alone once more in the dark silent room, still tied, my balls aching, my dick sore, my arms falling asleep. My shoulders hurt from the position I was in, but I couldn't move. I was too tired to try to get loose, and I knew it was useless anyway. I was too confused and distressed to think rationally about my situation, but I tried anyway. They had to let me go sometime . . . right? All five had visited me—unless one of them had visited twice . . . so what more could they want? When would they be done with me?

Of course I had no answers to any of my questions. This was unlike anything that had ever happened to me, and I couldn't imagine there were rules for it. Anything could happen—and tied up all alone in the quiet, it felt like anything was going to happen. I could be hit again. Whipped. I could be taken advantage of more. How much more could I take before I really was crying and begging for my freedom? And why did thinking of that stir more of those dark, frightening desires within me? "This isn't me," I whispered, jumping a little when I realized I'd said it out loud. I was starting to lose it.

I lay there for what felt like hours, dozing off and on, each time awakening with a start. My arms were cramping, my neck was sore. I just wanted to be free.

One of the times I awakened to the soft click of the door closing. Someone else had come in. Was it the one who'd fucked me or someone else this time? I couldn't be sure. "Who's there?" I asked. "Please let me go." No answer, of course. I felt soft strokes of fingers on my bristly cheek. The suddenness made me flinch back from her touch. Her fingers followed me, running through my hair, down my jawline, to my neck, caressing my arms and then my chest. Her hand trailed down and she took my limp cock up in her hand, rubbing it lightly, lovingly almost. I started to harden immediately, and this time I didn't even try to hold back the sounds of pleasure. "At least . . . take off the blindfold . . . so I can see you," I gasped, as she eased me to full erection. She stopped for a couple beats, as though considering it, and then continued gently and slowly stroking me. I gave up on the hope that I could be a more active participant this time and decided to just enjoy what she was doing. 




Blind Lust



After a little more stroking, she held my cock by the base and began licking along the length of it. The sensation was amazing. Gentle, wet licks, slow and sweet. Shortly after, she took me into her mouth. Still slow and light—almost not even touching at first, then with increasing pressure. Nowhere near as hard and rough as the last woman. And yes, by this point I had no doubt this was someone new. Probably the one who'd caressed me earlier instead of abusing me. All her movements were slow and sweet—loving and tender. Before I could get close to coming, she stopped and pulled back. I could hear the tell-tale sounds of her getting undressed. 

She climbed on top of me, pressing her soft naked skin against mine. I could feel her lips on my neck, laying soft kisses all over. She rubbed her breasts on me and then moved up, placing one against my mouth. I greedily suckled, drawing her hard nipple into my mouth; licking, sucking, enjoying the feel of her incredibly soft and full breast. She sighed and then pulled back, stroking my face again. 

I felt tears intruding again. "Why?" I asked. No answer, so I continued. "Why are you being nice to me? I don't deserve this. The others punished me. You should too." She stopped stroking my face and for a few seconds there was no response. Then, oddly, she tweaked my nose, making a strange little honking sound. My eyes widened under the blindfold and an alien half laugh, half cry came out of me. She chuckled lightly, the sound not enough to give away her identity. 

Before I could process the strangeness of it all, she moved again, climbing up higher. To my shock, she lowered herself down on my face, filling my nose with the musky scent of aroused female. I know there are a lot of guys who are into pussy eating, but I had never been one of them. My ex-wife said it was because I'm selfish, and she's probably right. Sex had always been about my pleasure. But in this situation, being forced to do whatever my friends wanted, it just seemed right. Or wrong. Or whatever—I didn't even know if right and wrong existed anymore . . . not for me. I'd been made a prisoner—a slave.

So I did what I was being wordlessly told to do and ran my tongue up her slit. She moaned deeply as the tip of my tongue brushed her hard clit. I started lapping at her fast, my tongue intruding further inside. I was delighted by her sweet taste. With my arms tied and my vision gone, everything was this spot—everything was the taste and smell of her, the sound of her pleasure, her light rocking on my face, and the feel of her slick silkiness under my tongue and lips. I moaned and the vibrations pushed her into a quivering orgasm. Her fluids flowed from her, bathing my mouth and chin, running over my cheeks. Her fingers clutched my hair and she moved faster atop me, humping my face with her cum-soaked cunt, rubbing her wetness all over me. Still I lapped at her, trying to drink in as much of her sweetness as I could. She came again and then again, in quick succession. Her fingers clung tighter, her soft thighs pressing in on my face, her pussy grinding harder against my mouth until I was no longer doing a thing. She was doing it all . . . masturbating herself on me, her moans coming faster, drawing out until they became a banshee wail of pure pleasure. She stopped with a gasp and a fresh rush of cum flowed onto my chin. 

Breathing hard, sighing sweetly, she pulled away from me, crawling backwards until she was astride me, my straining cock lying pressed against her soaked, puffy lips. She took my face in her hands and her hair hung down on my face. She kissed me passionately, her tongue slipping between my lips. She didn't seem to care that her fluids were smeared all over my face. She pulled back from the kiss and we both gasped.

"Please," I said again, no longer caring that I was begging. "Let me see you. You don't even have to untie me. I just want my eyes back." Her only answer was to shake her head no. I could tell because her long hair waggled back and forth in my face. I made a disappointed sound, but it was choked out by a groan as she scooted down and I slid smoothly into her depths. She hadn't even had to guide me in—it was like I belonged there. She ran her hands over my chest as she rocked on me. I moved my hips involuntarily, pushing myself deeper into her with every one of her downward movements. She was making a low, humming moan deep in her throat as she became accustomed to the feeling of having me inside her. Our parts were making loud sloshing noises—I'd never been inside someone who was so wet. Between my saliva and her copious cum, she was soaking both of us.

Her movements were slow, deliberate. She was coaxing an orgasm out of herself. It was drastically different from my last visitor, who had been much more direct and thoughtless. Both experiences shared one thing—I was being used for someone else's pleasure. It didn't even feel strange anymore that I was enjoying that, even though it was completely foreign to me . . . it simply felt too damn good to question.

I could feel my pleasure spiking and just as I realized she'd brought me close, she stopped, wrapping her arms around me and pressing herself hard against my crotch, her walls tightening around me almost painfully. I could tell it was an intense orgasm—she couldn't even moan. She was only able to make loud gasping sounds into my ear as she writhed and pressed her cheek against mine. She trembled against me for a long time and I could feel my potential orgasm receding. I was going to be unfulfilled again, I knew it. Now that she was satisfied, she'd leave and I'd be alone again with my pain and shame. With this thought, I actually did start to cry. Not a lot, a few tears and a couple of sniffles. The embarrassment of crying in front of this sweet mystery woman made me feel even lower, and to my horror, I became even harder. I wondered what could be wrong inside me that this all was turning me on so much.

She noticed me crying and had sat up on me a little, wiping away the tears. I tried to talk, but no words came out, only pathetic blubbering half-words. Abruptly she started moving again, slow deep strokes that rubbed along the length of my shaft. I was stunned when I realized every one of her movements were meant to stimulate me. She was trying to make me come. This surprised me more than the caresses, the passionate kiss, more even than the bizarre nose tweak. I'd technically been raped, I suppose—not that I was completely unwilling . . . and here she was, continuing it even after she was done so that I could have pleasure too. None of this night had made any sense, but this made even less sense to me. After I'd been such an ass, why was she being so sweet? 

It didn't take long for her to bring me to completion, especially once she picked up the pace. Her wetness, tightness and slow, careful movements brought me steadily back to the edge and then right over it. I pulled against my restraints, bellowing in pleasure as my seed streamed into her. I can say for sure it was more intense than the last one, if only because my last orgasm had come as such a surprise. The build-up for this one had been huge, and it left me dizzy when it finally released me.

She sighed again and leaned forward to give me a gentle kiss. It wasn't a long kiss, but it was as tender as everything else she'd done. She lay on top of me for a bit, her slight weight a comfort to my overtaxed body. 

Several minutes later she lifted herself off of me. I could hear her getting dressed. I wanted to ask her not to go, but couldn't make myself talk. I was groggy, exhausted. The experiences of the night had numbed my mind. Once she was dressed, she stood beside the bed and gave my head a light pat. Like I was a child, or a dog. I didn't know what to make of that, but it made me smile weakly. She left and I was alone again. After a little bit, I drifted off to a deep sleep, finally unable to hold onto consciousness any more.

When I woke, I was lying naked on my side as morning light drifted through the curtains. I'd been untied, and the blindfold and collar removed. I stretched, my arms and legs throbbing painfully and my entire body stiff and sore. My wrists and ankles were red and chafed raw. Carefully I got up and pulled on my shirt and shorts. I went to the bathroom to empty my painfully full bladder and pull on my pants. They'd dried, but stank strongly of beer. 

I looked at myself in the mirror as I had the previous night and scarcely recognized the wretched guy looking back at me. My eyes were red-rimmed and haunted, with bags under them. I looked exhausted and beaten. Taking a deep breath, I left the bathroom and walked to the kitchen.

All five of my friends were sitting around the table. None of them looked up as I approached. Glancing at each of them, I passed the table to get a cup of coffee. None of them looked up at me or said anything. As I sipped my coffee, I tried to work up what I'd say. What was there to say the morning after being held captive and used as a punching bag and sex slave? After not coming up with anything, I decided to take the most direct path. "So . . . who was it?" I asked. It wasn't a demand, there was no reproach in it. It was simply a question. I was curious.

The girls glanced around at each other. Kate, with a slight smile curving her lips, replied, "We have no idea what you're referring to. Do we, ladies?" They all made small sounds and shook their heads. 

I made an exasperated noise. "Oh, don't give me that. I'm not gonna be mad. I'm past that. I just want to know which two of you took advantage of me last night?"

Kate looked genuinely startled and Ellie gasped. Her normally big eyes became enormous. Betty rustled the newspaper she was reading. "Two?" Kate asked.

"I'm not stupid," I said, lightly. "I can tell the difference between two women even when blindfolded and not allowed to touch."

Kate looked back down at her laptop. Her short black hair hung in her eyes. "Again, no idea what you mean. I turned in early last night." Her tone had finality to it, and I could tell that was the last she was going to say about it. 

I looked from one to the other as they each did their own thing. Kate was on her computer. Shayla was doing something with her phone. Betty was engrossed in the newspaper, her wavy hair tied back. Ellie was taking her time eating a muffin, pinching off bits and popping them into her mouth. Sally was holding her head, squeezing her eyes shut, obviously hung over. I knew they were all the same girls they'd always been, but they seemed different to me. I wasn't sure if they'd changed overnight or if I was just looking at them differently. I'd had them boxed up and couldn't see beyond the boxes. Betty was the bitch, Sally the drunk, Ellie the whore. Kate was the busybody with her nose in everyone's business. Shayla . . . hell, I still didn't know what to think of her, but I doubted I'd go through with confronting her about the creepy staring. All the confrontation had gone out of me. 

My boxes were all wrong. They weren't the labels I'd given them. Kate just wanted to be liked, wanted to see all her friends happy. Ellie was socially awkward and wanted someone to appreciate her for more than her body. Sally was troubled and bad at coping with things, but craved love and comfort. Betty seemed to just want everyone to be treated fairly, including herself, and wanted to be needed. Shayla . . . well, I'm sure she had a story too. Maybe I just hadn't tried hard enough to bring her out of her shell. But did I really have them all figured out? How could I possibly pretend to know a group of people after being tied up and used by them? How could I think I know myself after how I reacted to the events of the previous night? It convinced me that I had much more to learn. About myself and my friends. 

What they'd done was extreme, but I had some of the blame. I'd been an ass and mistreated them all in many ways. That may go some way in excusing what they did. I didn't have an excuse. 

Feeling ashamed and self-conscious, I set my mostly full cup on the counter and turned to leave. I stopped before fully leaving the kitchen and turned back. "I'm sorry," I said softly.

"Huh?" Kate asked, eyes widening. They all looked up at me.

"Sorry," I said louder, grudgingly. "You know, for being . . . whatever."

Kate nodded, the tight little smile returning. She reached into her pocket and tossed my car keys to me. I caught them and turned to go. Kate called after me. "Same time next Saturday?" she asked.

"Depends," I replied, rubbing my red, chafed wrists. "What's planned?"

"Drinking and pizza," she said, giving me her evil smirk. "If you're good."

"Yeah, alright," I replied, turning and leaving. 

And that's all it turned out to be. Because I was good.

Author's note: Another mess-around story. I base all the women in my stories on friends and acquaintances. One of my buddies hinted that she'd like to see a story with her as a character, so she's one of these girls. I'm sure she can figure out which. I have no idea where this story came from. It was an odd concept that took hold of my imagination, so I decided to explore it. It's very unlike the other stories I've posted here, but I hope you enjoy it. And no, I won't tell you "who done it". The answers are all in the story, and I'm hoping I didn't make it too obvious. 



Blind Lust - Redux



This is a retelling of my previous story, Blind Lust, from the point of view of the mystery man. Enjoy!

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It was probably the weirdest phone call I've received in my life.

Jeffrey and I had just finished dinner and were cleaning up the kitchen when the phone rang. Jeffrey answered, then handed it to me. "It's Linda... from the wine shop."

"Hi Linda! What's up?" I thought it was a little odd to be receiving a call from Linda as we didn't have any wine on order at the moment. I'd been buying wine from Linda for years. Once Jeffrey entered the picture, we often hung out after tastings with her and her husband Rick.

"Steven, I have a really bizarre favor to ask and I know it is a huge one. If the answer is 'absolutely not' I will totally understand. Is now a good time?"

A little perplexed but more curious, I answered, "Sure. It never hurts to ask."

She giggled nervously, "Well, I hope you're right. There's a much longer story that I'll explain to you and Jeffrey if you tell me you'll at least consider it, but here goes..."

"Rick had an accident at work and has lost his vision for a couple weeks. The doctors are telling us that it will be totally fine but he is really depressed. I'm looking for something totally out of left field to cheer him up and there's a fantasy he confessed to me a long time ago that I'd like your help with..." 

Here she paused. I heard her take a couple deep breaths for courage. "Rick can't see a thing so it would be totally anonymous, but I'd like him to give you a blowjob."

There was silence on the line for quite some time as I tried to pick my jaw off the floor. Yes... that was a really bizarre favor.

The silence must have been torture. "Steven, I'm really sorry I've offended you. Please at least accept my apology for overstepping the line."

"No.. no..." I laughed. "I'm certainly not offended and I'm not sure if I think this is such a good idea but you've certainly made me curious what the hell is going on."

Jeffrey was now eyeing me strangely trying to figure out what was being discussed.

"Well, I'm glad. If you're free I'll drop by with a special bottle as a treat if you'll at least hear me out. I know that this is asking a ton and I'd like to explain it to Jeffrey myself. What do you say?"

"Sure. Come on by. You can't start a request like this and then leave me hanging!"

In her best mock serious tone she replied, "Steven -- that is exactly the opposite of what I am trying to do!"

Fifteen minutes later Linda, Jeffrey, and I were sitting in the living room sipping an amazing ice wine as Linda fidgeted while we made small talk.

Finally, it was Jeffrey who broke the ice. "Linda, I've got to know what this huge favor is! Steven told me that this was going to be a weird evening but he refused to tell me any more than that. Out with it, woman!"

"Where to begin? Well, Rick had an accident at work last Friday and his eyes are badly burned. He's temporarily lost his vision but the doctors have assured us that it is temporary. He's going to be fine but he's pretty badly depressed. He's refusing to do anything except stay in bed because he's so embarrassed at needing my help for just about everything.

I've tried to cheer him up in my own 'special way' a couple times but it really isn't helping his mood. He's a visual guy and I think it almost makes it more painful for him that he can't see me. Well, I've been trying to think of something to snap him out of it and I think I've come to the answer, but I need help.

Jeffrey... With your permission, I'd like to borrow your boyfriend."

We both looked at Jeffrey waiting for his reaction. I was impressed that he kept his poker face. He raised one eyebrow a bit and said to me with a bit of a smile, "Now I know why you didn't want to tell me yourself!"

"So, a few months back Rick confessed to me that he had always considered himself bisexual but had never acted on the urge. He's always had this fantasy of giving a blowjob to some mystery man that he never really gets to see other than his cock. It occurred to me that this would be the perfect situation for acting out his fantasy. He can't see a thing so it would be totally anonymous. We've got many gay friends around the area so he'll never suspect it would be you. I want to surprise him, help him fulfill his fantasy, and that's it. Nothing more required from you.

"I know this is a huge deal and I truly hope I'm not offending you by asking. I know that you two have been together for a while now and I don't want to upset your relationship. I know that this is definitely not a normal request. I'm not trying to recruit you into a threesome where I seduce you, too. I'm not trying to find Rick a steady boyfriend and I don't expect you to do anything else."

She suddenly seemed exhausted after getting through her story. She slumped back into the couch and took a deep drink of her wine.

I stepped up immediately so that she wouldn't be left in uncomfortable silence for the second time tonight. "Linda, I can't say that I've ever been asked any question this unique before but I'm definitely not offended. I hope Jeffrey isn't either. I can't promise that I'll say yes and I can't even promise that I can give you an answer tonight but would you give us a few minutes to talk?"

"Sure... I know this is something you need to discuss. Take your time. Rick is sleeping and he thinks I'm at the shop tonight."

I topped off Linda's wine, took Jeffrey's hand, and walked upstairs where we could talk to each other candidly.

He started by asking the most basic question, "Do you want to do this?"

"Well, first of all, I don't NEED this. I'm not trapped, confined, longing, or anything like that. If I did something like this it could only be because I knew that it wouldn't change anything with us. I like Rick and I think I could get into it. So, yes... I guess what I'm saying is that I want whatever you want."

It was a complete cop-out and I knew it. We went back and forth for a while, feeling each other out on the possibilities until we came to an agreement.

When we came down the stairs Linda stood up, smiling nervously. Jeffrey went straight to her, took each of her hands in his, and said, "Ok, Linda you can borrow him but there will be conditions." She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a tight squeeze.

"Thank you, thank you!!!! Whatever you want -- we'll work it out. I don't know how I can ever thank you enough."

"Oh, I'll get my thanks all right, but it is Steven that is going to owe me, not you!" He gave me a sly wink.

"Ok... I don't know if this would make it better or worse, but would you like to watch?"

Jeffrey just shook his head no. It took a few more minutes to work out the details and we walked Linda to the door. She gave each of us a big hug and turned to go. With a brief pause, she looked back. "Steven, I don't quite know how to ask this but.... Are you huge? I know from experience that it might not be the best introduction for Rick if you're, umm, 'over-packing' shall we say."

"I, uh..."

Jeffrey cut in, "Sweetie -- Rick will be just fine. Steven's got a beautiful 7" cock that is just right. If it were any bigger I wouldn't let him do half the things to me that he does!"

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I'd arrived right on schedule and was sitting in my car waiting for Linda's signal. Truly, I was wondering what the hell I'd gotten myself into. A few minutes passed and Linda waived to me from the window. I thought here goes nothing!

I let myself in through the door quietly as I heard the shower going down the hall. I tiptoed into the kitchen and stripped out of my clothes, folding them neatly over a chair. I'd dressed for simplicity today, just a simple button up shirt and some linen slacks - commando underneath.

I thought about the odd sensation of being nude in someone else's home as I walked down the hall and into their master bedroom. The door to the bathroom was open and I watched Linda soaping up Rick. The foggy glass doors hid most of the details but the moving silhouettes gave the scene a bit of erotic mystery.

The water shut off and the two dripping bodies emerged into the bathroom. Linda flashed me an excited smile and a thumbs up before drying them both off. She gave no indication that the nudity bothered her. Rick's chest was wide with a spattering of hair. The relative coolness of the room (and probably plenty of teasing by Linda) left his small nipples stiff and crinkled. His stomach was flat and it was obvious that he took care of himself without quite having that chiseled look. 

A thin trail of hair ran across his abs and met his neatly trimmed pubes. His cock and balls were shaved smooth but the hair above was trimmed flat and bristly -- just like my own. His cock was semi-erect and just a little pinker than the rest of him, flush with his arousal. Linda watched me studying him and I blushed as I realized that I was slowly stroking my cock in front of her. She ushered Rick past and quickly returned.

I was pushed into the shower and given a bottle of her shower gel. She watched me lather up my body with more than a casual interest. Under the noise of the water we were able to whisper to one another. 

"He has no idea that you're here. This is going to be perfect! It is almost too bad, though, that he can't see a thing. Your body is gorgeous! If you weren't gay I'd suck your cock myself!"

Chuckling quietly and blushing a little from the compliment I countered, "Now, now! You're not so bad yourself. If I ever decide to switch teams it is YOUR doorstep that I'm arriving on."

Linda handed me a towel as I stepped out and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. "Deal!" As she led me down the hall to where Rick was waiting I felt her hand cup my ass and give it a quick squeeze. Turning over my shoulder to scold her she mouthed, "Couldn't resist!"

Linda positioned me in front of a naked Rick who was sitting on the couch stroking himself. I could feel her bare breasts pressed into my back as she got as close as she could before whispering to Rick.

"Lean forward and stick out your tongue."

Rick licked his lips in anticipation and scooted to the edge of his seat. My cock twitched with anticipation of my own. Linda reached around me and gently guided Rick's mouth to my cock. Finally it was the moment of truth! I leaned forward and rested the head of my cock on his tongue.

He froze but didn't move. I think all three of us were wondering how he would respond. I was nervous but aroused at the same time. He seemed surprised but not alarmed. At least he didn't pull away -- I'd secretly been fearing rejection.

"Just lick it." Linda said soothingly as she slipped to his side -- giving him permission, easing his conscience, spurring him on. And that is exactly what he did. With more curiosity than hesitation he began to tongue the tip. His mouth was hot and his breath warm on my body. He reached forward and held my thighs. I could feel him gently shaking as he slowly explored me. When he closed his mouth around my slowly growing cock I gasped in pleasure.

He sank to the root and sucked hard against me while pulling at my cock. His tongue never stopped caressing the underside as he pulled at me slowly. As I grew he pulled back a bit and focused just on the end. I don't think he was ready to take all of it yet. I reached out to hold his head and nudged him gently, moaning to give him some encouragement but queuing him in that I was ready for more.

Using my thighs for leverage he began to bob up and down on my cock, wetting every inch with his spit. For a novice cocksucker he was doing a pretty damn good job! With each stroke he was getting deeper and it took all of my will to not thrust into his face to meet him. 

Linda was kneeling beside me stroking between her legs with one hand while she held their camcorder in the other. Jeffrey and I had been pretty explicit that I wasn't ready to star in their sex tape but she had promised to focus only on Rick's face and my torso to capture the action there. Part of me was turned on by the exhibition of the situation. I'd never had an audience before -- or a film crew for that matter!

Rick's hands left my thighs and cupped my ass cheeks gently pushing and pulling me into his mouth. Once we built up a rhythm he let me go -- that took trust. But having been on the receiving side many a time myself I knew the pleasure that he was getting from just letting himself go and become my fuck toy. 

I fucked his mouth, first slowly and then picking up the pace. He was drooling all over my cock and moaning loudly. Linda's was rolling and pinching her nipples but her eyes were glued to my slick cock as Rick took it all. He finally managed to take me to the root and held me there for a moment. I heard his breath coming in short gasps through his nose but all I felt was the delicious sensation of being pushed into the opening of his throat. Miraculously, he kept rotating his tongue as best he could even while deep-throating me.

I was starting to get a little light-headed and motioned for Linda to get me a chair. As I slowly sunk onto the chair he followed me, almost as if he was afraid to let my cock go. I pushed my ass to the edge of the chair and moved one of his hands to my balls. His fingers caressed me softly as his mouth took me in long, smooth strokes. He cupped my balls and alternated between gentle squeezing and soft caresses. He seemed to know exactly what I needed. I could see his own hard cock swinging with each motion between his legs. Linda was maneuvering around us and panning back and forth across Rick's body -- there was no way he was going to be able to deny how much he was enjoying this when she had a close up shot of his own stiff erection swinging around!

His mouth was beginning to tire and he brought his right hand up to stroke my shaft while licking and sucking just the head. Growing bolder his other hand began to wander, teasing my taint and even grazing my rosebud. I couldn't contain my moans and even though I vowed to be as silent as possible to maintain my "mystery man" status I just couldn't hold back.

Suddenly I registered Linda's presence at my side. Gone was the video camera, apparently now resting atop the tripod behind me off to one side to capture all the action. Instead she squeezed a huge squirt of lube into her hand and pulled his hand from beneath my ass. She jacked his fingers like he was jacking me and then returned his slippery hand to my balls.

The slippery fondling felt heavenly and his teasing index finger began to circle my puckered hole with slow determination. I alternated between pushing up to force more of my cock deeper into his mouth and down to force his finger to enter my ass.

I motioned to Linda to let her know that I was getting close. She smiled and slid into position behind Rick, pressing her nude body against his back.

"He's getting close. Be ready for it."

She wiggled her slimy, lube-covered hand at me, winked, and reached around to grab his cock. I let out a loud gasp as his insistent finger pushed into my ass to the first knuckle. He slowly rotated it as he picked up the pace jacking me off into his mouth. I suddenly felt harder than I could ever remember. My hips thrust up pushing me deeper into his mouth. His finger dug further into my ass, rubbing and finger-fucking me in time with his mouth and other hand.

I let out an enormous groan as my orgasm hit me. His mouth gripped me tight as I pumped load after load of cum into him. His fist pumped in time with my spurts and he never stopped sucking. I felt like I was dumping a gallon of cum into his mouth and I was amazed that he could take it all on his first try! When I was completely spent he took me all the way to the root and moaned around my cock. I was almost too sensitive to stand it but I realized that Linda had just brought him to his own peak.

He was growling around my cock as Linda's fist pumped his cum all over the floor. I could hear their bodies slapping together as he fucked her hand. His free hand wrapped around my waist and held me as my cock slowly softened in his mouth. As my breathing returned to normal I ran my fingers through his hair as he rested in my lap, still unwilling to release my cock.

Linda finally pulled him back from me and hugged him tight to her body. My ass popped closed in that wonderful combo sensation of loss and relief. She slipped her sloppy hand back from around him and started to fuck herself with it. I stood and backed into the kitchen, watching her drive herself over. 

I slipped back into my clothes as I watched her cum. This was the first time I'd ever seen a woman have an orgasm. Her fingers were a blur across her clit and she was pressing her upper body as close to Rick as she could. She screamed as she came and I marveled at the similarities and the differences between the peaks of each sex. I decided that watching Linda cum was a beautiful sight to behold regardless of your sexuality.

Linda returned from her own world proclaiming to the room, "Oh my god that was incredible!" I had to agree. I blew her a kiss and gestured towards Rick with a big thumbs-up.

She held him tight and whispered into his ear, "It appears that you are a quick learner. You've earned two thumbs up and a big smile."

As I made my way to the door Rick reached out to find my now empty chair. Head tilted, he felt around for me, obviously listening to try to locate me. I laughed out loud as I heard Linda exclaim, "I think you've sucked enough cock for today -- one to a customer!"

As I walked to my car I thought, oh boy... Linda is going to be in trouble! That man is hooked on cock!

Driving home my mouth started to water as I thought about keeping up my end of the deal with Jeffrey. For starters, as soon as I got home I still had a blow-by-blow replay to perform with me in the role of the novice cocksucker.