The Blindfold: Part One

Three Willing Strangers, Two Adventurous Lovers, and One Red Blindfold

He told me he’d show me what true pleasure was all about

“So, you know how you said you were open-minded, beautiful?” Eyebrows raised, Graham smirked at the Alfredo sauce dripping from the fork paused halfway to my mouth. His Scottish brogue thickening with each syllable. “Open to exploration?”

“Um, yes. What did you have in mind?” My fork resumed its journey, and I wrapped my lips around the bite with a groan of appreciation.

A slow, sensuous grin moved over his face. His eyes widen, darken with desire. He wiped his palms on his jeans and leaned into the table.

“Do you trust me, Lil?” Graham, my gorgeous, muscular and well-hung fiancé, took my hand, tracing circles into my palm. Wetness pooled in my panties. His masculine scent wafted over me. My eyes fluttered as a wave of arousal rippled through my body.

“You know I do, Gray. Always.” Wineglass in hand, I studied him, sipping the burgundy liquid for extra courage. Something was brewing. No idea what, but I could feel a fox in the henhouse tonight.

“Good. I have a present for you.” I made a grabby hand at his words. “Not right now. Finish your dinner.” His warm chuckle tickled my cheek when he leaned over for a kiss. “Quickly. I’m impatient, Aoife.” The way his thick brogue dragged out the Ee-fa of the Celtic endearment hit my clit with full force.

Well, these panties are a write-off.

“All right, handsome.” Cutlery on the plate. Wineglass in hand. I sat back and sipped my favourite Argentinian Malbec. “What have you got for me?”

He threw a tip on the table and grabbed my hand. Brushing a kiss across my knuckles, Graham led me from the hotel restaurant and onto the private elevator to his penthouse suite.

My lover pushed me up against the wall of the elevator, one hand roaming under my skirt to grab my ass.

“Did you wear the lingerie I sent over, beautiful?” Long digits caressed my ass, pushing my red lace thong between my cheeks.

“Yes, sir.” His cock stirred against my belly. “It’s beautiful.”

His hand slid up my back, taking my skirt above my waist and baring me to the mirrored walls. I threw my head back with a groan and dug my fingers into his shoulders. Kisses left a burning trail down my jaw, my neck, and my chest.

Pulling my leg up around his hip, the hard ridge of his cock pressed between my pussy lips. Head back, I breathed out, “You know how much I love dainty red lace, handsome.”

“Glad you liked it.” Breath caressing my ear, he whispered, “I bet you’ll love this.” He pulled a scarlet silk scarf from his pocket and dropped a kiss to my nose before placing it over my eyes and tying it behind my head.

“Ready for some fun tonight, Aoife?” He stole my breath with a passionate kiss. “Because we’re ready for you.”

I smiled towards Graham’s voice, warm desire flooding my face.

Wait, what? We?

My breath quickened. Pulse raced. My lover and I discussed a night of total abandon. A night where he would cherry pick a group of lovers for me. Men. Women. Either. Both. Those he deemed worthy of being my lover and who would keep my pleasure at the forefront of their minds.

“No questions, now Aoife.” He kissed away the doubt furrowing my brow. “I will take care of you, always.” Elevator dinged, doors opened. He lifted me by the ass, my legs wrapping around his waist, and carried me into our penthouse suite.

“Keep those sexy as fuck heels on, love,” he reminded me with a kiss. His hands roamed my body, staking his claim for anyone who watched.

I could feel eyes on us, questions on the tip of my tongue. Mouth open, ready to ask them, he put his thumb between my lips, groaning when I sucked it in, tongue swirling around it.

“No questions, Lil. Trust me, okay?” Graham’s whiskey-smooth voice tickled my ear. I nodded, apprehensive but eager to see what the night would bring.

Graham pushed me up against what I thought was a wall… then powerful arms wrapped around my waist and a hand cupped one breast. Back arched, head pushed into a hard shoulder. I gasped as my nipple got pulled and rolled between two fingers.

“Gray…” I leaned into the kisses littering my neck. Two familiar hands dug into my ass.

“No, Aoife. It’s not me.” My lover claimed my lips before his hands left my ass and he stepped back so another could take his place. “Not this time.”

I swallowed, quashing the nerves threatening to overwhelm me. Trust in Graham. Nervous as I was, I knew my inner voice was right. My Gray will never hurt me.

Arms wrapping around the neck of my newest lover, I nuzzled into his neck and breathed in his spicy, cedar scent. Legs around his hips, I clung to him like a spider monkey. He carried my curves effortlessly through the penthouse to our bedroom, where he bounced me onto the bed.

The familiar throatiness of Ella Fitzgerald washed over me. I grinned, head back, heels digging into the mattress. Invisible hands pulled my dress up and over my head, then trailed over the red lace bustier, thong, and garter with stockings.

“Oh, how I love Ella.” Warm hands wrapped silken scarves around my wrists, pulling them up and tying me comfortably to the headboard.

Thighs rubbing together, my pussy ached. I need relief. I gave myself over to whatever, and whomever, the night held for me.

“That’s it, Aoife. My gorgeous girl. Look at how beautiful you are, my love. You’re giving in to all the pleasure we have for you.” Graham’s voice whispered over my flushed skin, pulling a nipple into his mouth. “I can’t wait to watch you take it all.” He growled as he yanked my thong off, the sound of tearing lace hanging over the bed above me. “That’s better. Look at how pretty my wet pussy looks tonight.”

Delighted murmurs turned my head from side to side, desperate to identify the voices. Footsteps padded across the room. The mattress dipped down on my left. Then my right.

Feverish hands grasped the cups of my bustier. I mewled at the kiss pressed between them, jumping when they tore the bustier from my body.

“Dammit! I liked that one.” Mock-outraged protest got lost among my moans of pleasure. I pulsed my hips up as two hands clutched my breasts. Fingers rolled one hard nipple, pleasure bordering on pain. A mouth latched onto the other, scraping teeth across my areola to suck and nibble on the pebbled tip.

Hum of desire vibrated over my chest, lips moving around the head and hands on my breasts.

A set of hands on each ankle forced my legs apart, hot palms skating up my calves and over my knees, squeezing my thighs.

Back arched, head thrown onto the pillow, neck bared to the mouth moving upwards from my tit. Two fingers pinch each of my nipples, sending a sharp pain straight into my pussy, which gushes. A chorus of soft curses, growls and moans ripple the sexually charged air around me.

One hand collared my throat, thumb caressing it as a hard mouth claimed my lips. I gasped as a large hand delivered a sharp slap to my pussy. Hard. Sharp. Stinging. And another, this one sounding deliciously wet.

Soft breath blew across my clit. Sweet, spicy perfume filled my senses as a warm tongue licked the length of me. I bucked up, searching for relief in the face buried in my cunt.

Teeth rubbed across my swollen nub, nipping it, then lapping the sting away. I cried out, fingers opening and closing, aching for something to grab onto.

Pressure on my chest. Knees squeezed my torso. A hand dragged my head back. I licked my lips. My breath hitched. Mind focused on how wonderful the cock I smelled would taste. How much I wanted it to slide between my lips.

It did.

Hot, velvet cock slid across my chin. Bulbous head pushed against my ruby red lips. I opened them willingly, savouring its earthy musk as it tickled along my tongue. Fingers gripped my hair, holding me still as he rode my face like a pro.

My fingers ached to grab his ass. I wanted to pull him in, burying his cock down my throat. I relaxed when he hit my gag reflex, swallowing him past it. His pelvis pressed into my nose, his length twitching and trailing across the roof of my mouth.

Rigid tongue thrust into my pussy, then dragged up my slit to lap at my clit. Hips pulsed upwards. Two fingers entered my cunt, curling up to tap onto my fleshy button of ecstasy, sending a spike of arousal through me.

Soft, pillowy lips. Rigid, textured tongue. Small, delicate fingers pumping into me before dragging themselves up to rub my clit.

A woman? She scooped up my sweet nectar, then circled my back entrance, pressing her finger into me.

“Unnhh.” I cried out around the cock in my mouth. Hips trembling as an orgasm rumbled through me. I gagged, shaft thickening between my lips, dribbling pre-cum down my throat.

Overcome with sensation, thoughts were impossible and they left me a quivering, squirting mess.

And I loved it.

She threw my legs over her shoulders, lifted my ass in the air, and opened my cheeks, hissing approval as she shoved her tongue into my ass.

Then they were gone. All of them. Abandoned me, leaving me on the bed to quake in their loss.

The rustling of sheets and shuffling of feet told me they were still there. Then hands untied me and tossed the silk scarves aside. Soft, hungry lips kissed my wrists. Gentle fingers massaged them, easing the reddened flesh.

Strong hands flipped me onto my hands and knees. A body slid under mine. Throbbing head of a familiar cock glided into my pussy. It wasn’t Graham. I’d know my lover’s cock, but it was one I’d sucked a few minutes before. I could feel the difference. Thick fingers bruised my hips. Pulled me down, impaling me on its delicious length. Soft strokes turned hungry.

Another cock, velvet soft and hard as steel, pushed against my lips. My mouth opened, groaning at the outdoorsy tang of the longer, hungrier cock on my tongue.

Fingernails dug into my ass cheeks, pulling them apart, as a tongue lapped at my puckered entry. I backed my ass into the warm, wet mouth. Lips kissed my cheeks. Teeth nipped at my thighs and ass. Body quaking, I circled my hips around the rigid tongue. Lust and desire rolled in my belly.

My orgasm built at an alarming rate. I was going to cum. Needed to cum. It would be monstrous. And I didn’t care who got caught in the pussy spray.

Yes! I so need a good fucking. Only one thought ran through my mind. To go chasing that release and riding the waves of ecstasy.

A hissing sound from the corner drew my attention. I grinned around the dick in my mouth. He pulled out, brushing the hair from my face.

“You like this, Gray?” My lover’s answering growl and slap of his fist on his cock said it all.

I licked the underside of the cockshead creaming my cheek. Pulled back, tongue swirling around the mushroom cap, and sucked him between my lips as a second cock slid into my ass.

“Faaaack.” I gagged, saliva dripping onto the bed.

Fingers pinched and twisted my nipples, moving from one tit to the other. Tongue licked my jaw.

Hands grasped my head. Gentle pressure guided me up and down the slick shaft, dragging the cock in and out of my mouth.

Three cocks piston in and out of me, their rhythm taking me to the edge of oblivion, then tossing me over. My orgasm ripped through me as cum gushed from my lips, the cock in my mouth exploding, its seed spilling down my throat.

Cock in my pussy twitched, quivered. Hands pulled me down, holding me still as streams of cum spurted into my depths, filling me as my creamed honey dripped down his side to pool on the bed.

Last cock fucking pounded into me. Strong, but dainty, fingers gripped my hips. I dropped my forehead to the shoulder of the lover beneath me as vibrations fill me.

A deep, lustful voice chuckled into my ear. “Those vibrations are magical, aren’t they?”

Shit. A fucking vibrator. Unnh.

Distracted by the cocks in my cunt and mouth, I didn’t realize a woman fucked my ass.

“Goddammit.” I slammed my ass back into her, cumming all over her silicone dick. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, that was… outstanding.” Fisting the sheets, I screamed and bit into a muscular shoulder as my body spasmed, flopping around like a fish out of water.

She pulled out, bending over to clean me up, tongue lapping up the nectar dripping from my cunt, then dragging up my ass. Groan of approval rumbled into my asshole, her tongue stabbing into it one last time, sending a squirt of desire onto my lover’s belly.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” A hand cupped my mound, scooping up my juices before withdrawing. I heard quiet slurping. I guess they enjoyed my flavour.

Gentle, powerful hands smoothed my sweaty hair from my face as I collapsed onto the desirable body under me. Three mouths dropped kisses over my body. Two fingers tilted my chin up. One mouth claimed my lips.

“How are you doing, Aoife?” Graham’s Gaelic endearment, Ee-fa rolled off his tongue before he sucked my lower lip between his own. Boneless, I moaned into his mouth with a grin.

“Never better, lover.” I laid my head down, breathing in the sweaty male musk of one of my new lovers.

After a few moments of post-orgasmic zombie-like collapse, they laid me on the bed. All alone. I rolled over, curled around a pillow, and fell fast asleep.

See what happens from Graham’s perspective here: