Writes about an unexpected guest:
You kissed me hard, thrusting your tongue into my mouth, dueling with my tongue, when there in front of the hotel room door, I was blindfolded.
"wha-?" I start to say as I pull away from you. You take my hands in yours to keep me from pulling the blindfold off.
"Shh. It's a surprise." Quieting, I hear the snick of the card key in the lock and the door opening; you pulling me into the room as the door closes behind us. Immediately I feel you unbuttoning my blouse - I know what you want, and I laugh low in my throat as you, holding my hands behind me with one of your own, walk me backwards, toward the bed, I'm supposing. Letting go as you lay me down on the bed, then grasping my hands again, this time over my head. You've managed by this time to unbutton my blouse and stop for a moment to look at my breasts through the pink lace bra.
"Damn," you mutter as you draw the palm of your hand lightly over one nipple, then the other. The sensation is different when you can't see. I feel the cool air make them pucker as you strip me of the bra. I get the feeling that we are not alone, but maybe it's just being blindfolded...I unbutton your shirt and feel for the fly of your jeans, feel you shucking them off onto the floor.
My skirt unbuttons on the side and slides down to reveal pink lace boyshorts. Now I definitely hear somebody else's breathing, getting heavier.
"Who else is here?" I demand.
"It's the surprise," you croon in my ear. "I want to watch. Watch him fuck you - with his fingers, his tongue and his cock while I hold you down for him, let him bring you to the edge a few times. Then I'm going to fuck you, baby. You and I are going to explode - it will be that good - I promise.
Already my pussy was wet, leaving my lace panties damp, but now, now I could feel my clit throbbing, wanting to know what was going to happen, just how good this was going to be. I felt my panties being lifted off my hips, hands gripping me, hands that weren't your hands, as your hands were now sliding up and down my arms, my head on your chest. I feel your fingers circling my nipples, slowly, the way you know drives me mad while other hands slide up my thighs, pushing my legs apart.
"Mmm, I'm so glad you waxed your pussy baby - I can see everything from here - fuck, yes, how pretty - you know how deep red your clit gets when you are aroused, baby? Tell me what you're feeling."
"He's, he's, oh, cher, it feels so good,"
"Is he eating the sweetest pussy in the world, baby? Does it feel good, baby? I can see him, baby. Soon I'm going to be all over you. He's going to take you to the edge but I'm taking you over."
I feel this strange tongue sliding up from my slit to my clit, sucking delicately on that throbbing knot of nerves, then back down again, pushing inside my pussy lips. I am creaming so hard just feeling it, just hearing your voice talking to me, making me cream for this stranger. I am getting close and I start to moan but I hear you tell him in a low voice that I'm too close and feel him back off for a few minutes.
"Oh, no, don't stop, I'm so close," I wail.
"No, no baby, not yet. Soon," I hear you whisper in my ear. After my breathing is a little less intense, I feel fingers slipping along my wetness, then enter me.
"Ah, so tight," I hear a whispered voice as I'm finger fucked in all the right places - oh, whoever is doing this knows what he's doing to all my sweet spots. Soon I'm right back to writhing and twisting in your arms. You up the ante by tweaking my nipples, and I almost jump out of my skin to orgasm. Almost, but not quite...
This time, the stranger seems to mutually agree with you that I'm too close for comfort and backs off again. While I know this is a game, it is messing with my mind. I am needing to come, damn it, and tell you so.
"Just be patient, now. Good things come to those who wait," you singsong, laughing at me. I can feel you stroking yourself, so I know you are not unaffected by watching this. "I'm going to have your pretty little cunt in just a little while, baby. We are going to go nuclear we're going to come that good," you assure me.
Without warning, I feel a cockhead stretching my slickness, filling me little by little, slowly, backing out, then entering again. It's agonizingly slow and I'm breathing - no, panting - by the time he's in me to the hilt. I feel him at the tip of my womb, a place that feels indescribable when nudged again and again as he was knowingly doing with short, sharp little jabs, then slowly pulling out while I was trying to grasp him with my inner muscles - I could hear him gasp as he pulled out.
"Easy on the man, baby, he doesn't want to come yet, either," you growl in my ear as I feel myself suck his cock back into me. I am so hot, everything is so intense, I know that like you have told me, I am going to explode in a way I never have before. You move from under me; I feel your cockhead at my lips.
"Eat me a little, lover, just wet me a little - he's gotten most of your cream, I need more than my precum to make you blow."
I eagerly open to take in your velvet-over-steel erection - sucking, licking the underside, holding you by the shaft - you are harder than I think I've ever felt you. I was so ready, just so ready. I think you were, too.
I feel the stranger's body leave mine, quickly replaced with your familiar heaviness over me, thrusting to the hilt, hard, making me expel a whoosh of breath. I hear you encouraging me tocomejustletitgobabyyeahlikethat justrelaxyouknowhowthatmakesyoucome harderIfeelyoumilkingmycockohImcoming nowohdamnohshithowdoyoudothatbaby yesthat'sitmmmyescomeformelover until I think I may have lost consciousness for a minute or two, it was that good. Nuclear, you said. Yes, it was. There is a warm wet puddle on my belly, but I know you came inside me, so I'm supposing our friend got off at the very least.
I am tired and sated, feel you kiss my clit one more time. "Come on, baby, let's get in the shower," you whisper as you take the blindfold off.
I blink at the brightness of the lights, looking around. The stranger is gone.
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