‘Big and black’, ‘Swedish sausage’, ‘Latino cock’—I was about to take them all.
I had no idea who would be the first, though I heard the footfalls approach and felt the bed move as my mystery lover came onto the bed. The anticipation and my excitement rose with the approach of my first of six hunks.
Would I, though blindfolded, be able to know who among them it was? Would I glean through his touch his identity? Would his lips on my awaiting flesh divulge the secret?
I had instructed them not to speak during the show. Their voices would have been a dead giveaway, and I didn’t want their identities revealed to me.
Unlike a few nights ago with Jake, when the hood I was wearing shifted and shrouded my view causing me to panic, this time I welcomed the unknowing. What I was about to experience, I was sure would be intense. And I welcomed the notion of experiencing it with only my tactile senses, no sight, and no sounds other than the chimes of encouragement that came with each donation.
My lover took hold of my ankle and parted my legs. I felt exposed, but then quickly his hand was on me, caressing me and calming my jittering nerves.
Though I could see nothing through the blindfold, I didn’t want to take any chances that it might slip and sight would interfere with my other senses, so I shut my eyes.
I felt lips on my leg and the light bristle of an unshaven jawline. Could be Erik or Matty.
Hands were on my shirt, and my shirt was ripped open. Blindfolded, tied to the wall, and at the mercy of someone whose strength was rivaled only by his desire, I felt the cool air on my chest then the warmth of a mouth on my nipple.
The only sounds I heard were those of his lips kissing the contours of my breasts, the lustful breaths he’d let escape, and the chimes signaling that donations were coming in, signaling that soon my secret lover would be two.
My hands were freed, or at least unstrapped from the wall, though my wrists were still bound. I reached out to touch my secret lover hoping to glean another clue as to his identity, but I was pulled across the bed. I nearly fell back, but my lover held me by the back of the head. My cheek brushed against the hairs of his forearm, his cock pressed against my heaving breasts.
It was as if he, too, was blindfolded and was seeking to know me by touch. His fingers glided down my cheek then my jaw as if tracing a path on a map—one that would traverse untamed terrains and lead to a bountiful treasure.
I wanted to put my lips to his fingers. I moved my head slightly, but he took me by the sides of my head, straightened me, and kissed me possessively. I couldn’t have resisted even if I’d wanted to.
I ran my hands down his smooth chest, which confirmed I was either with Erik or with Matty. The strap around my wrists allowed me the slightest of movements, enough to take his hard cock in my bound hands. He pulled away from our embrace and exhaled a hot breath on my cheek then embraced me again. His tongue found mine and moved in like motion as his cock in my hands while his own free hands ran through my hair, massaging my scalp.
Then he pulled away. My hands were empty, and my mouth was left wanting.
He ran a firm thumb along my jawline, found my lips, and parted them then he put the tip of his cock against my tongue.
I might have turned away for a quick breath, but I was afforded no such agency. He gripped me by the sides of my head as he entered me slowly, pulled out, and entered me again.
I ran my tongue along the length of his shaft with increasingly quicker strokes. Then, without warning, he pulled out, put his hands on my shoulders, and pinned me to the bed.
I bent my knees and tried to kick, but he grabbed me, pulled my legs apart, ripped my panties off, and planted his mouth onto my wet snatch.
He held me down with one hand on my neck, the other gripping my groin, and he lapped my pussy thirstily. The chimes of donation notifications increased as did my desire for him to ram his hard shaft into me.
When he pulled back and let go of my neck, I spread my legs further and bucked my hips.
He pulled me to the side of the bed. I felt his weight leave the bed and thought for a moment that he might be leaving me wanting, but his fingers on my snatch confirmed he’d only chosen to stand while I lay sprawled out on the bed, my fingers curled around the sheets.