Perhaps...
We had talked about it, but as a joke, though we both wanted it. Our desires turned our life together into nothing but vulgar hints. You were the first to dare take that step, though for me it was a real leap.
The evening was completely ordinary, but you were a mystery. I was catching your glances, your gestures—you were clearly plotting something. I know you, you can't fool my intuition. You're looking at the clock, waiting for someone. It's useless to ask you, but I pester you anyway, rubbing my cheek against your shoulder and purring like a cat, wanting you to tell me everything. When I touch your body, I get aroused. You're so big, so languid, so confident, but what arouses me most
is that you are mine, or rather, I am yours. I look at you and rejoice that I have the chance to live with such a man. Your smell… your lazy encouragement of my pestering. I'm playing. I want you…Suddenly you stand up sharply and say—get undressed!
I was a bit taken aback, but immediately glad that you had given in and agreed to sex. I'm still shy about undressing in front of you. I take off my clothes, but it comes out awkwardly. I'm left in my panties and bra and I ask: should I take these off too? You just nod. I feel that this is the beginning of what you had planned.
At your command, completely naked, I get on all fours in the middle of the room, on the floor. You blindfold me with a black ribbon and tell me that under no circumstances should I change my position or leave this spot. I nod, I like your game. Then you turn on your favorite music, it used to scare me, but now I seem to have come to love it… mysterious, threatening, and very arousing.
I stand there for a few minutes, realizing you're gone… you clearly went out somewhere… what have you planned? For some reason, a smile won't leave my face. I hear you return, I start demanding some action, calling for you… you squat down and press a finger to my mouth: not another word now, understood? Don't speak, don't move, don't stir.
I'm full of excitement, I give myself the instruction to follow the rules no matter what. I hear you sit in the armchair opposite, a lighter clicks… the smell of your cigarette smoke… and a touch on my back… a moment later I start to realize you can't reach me… I become alert… a warm hand strokes my ass… A stranger!!!… I continue to be silent and understand what's happening. A hand touches my breast and starts kneading it hard, someone's fingers squeeze my tit… it hurts… these aren't your fingers!!!… I'm scared… now I understand there's a strange man in the room, I don't know him, he's silent, he's only breathing, and greedily, excitedly at that. I see myself from the outside, standing naked and you sitting in the armchair watching as another man gropes me. But I don't want to resist! I don't want to stop this! Or can't I?…
Someone's head bent under me, with my hand, with my ribs I feel greasy hair and suddenly, a wet tongue started licking my nipples… inexplicable feelings… goosebumps… I'm standing like a lab animal… no! just an animal… I am a cow, indifferently giving up her body and allowing herself to be milked, because that's exactly what's being done to my breast right now… the wet, warm tongue continues to lick my tits, which have stretched out and are dangling so terribly, probably doesn't look pretty? But for the first time, this doesn't embarrass me but arouses me… I am free… I am an animal… tits covered in saliva and it chills the skin… teeth clamp onto one nipple, then the other… I want it harder, I want pain, but I can't ask for it… I must be silent—it torments and tames me. Palms stroke my back, my thighs… the stranger's breathing is wild… you're nearby, you're watching and I'm not scared… I trust your choice. A sharp slap on the ass.
Another one… another… mmmm… nice… I spread my legs myself… a slap on the crotch… and then I start moaning… I want more!… I start calling with my moan for them to slap my pussy hard. He understands and whacks my lips and hits my clit… God! I hear a squelching sound… I'm wet… yes… two hands spread my buttocks apart, and very hard at that. He bent down and pressed his nose against my anus and tries to lick my crotch… I shift from foot to foot… I'm some kind of animal again, subjugated… he slaps my ass like a horse that won't let itself be harnessed properly… I'm flowing right into his mouth… but I don't like his caresses… I don't want them… painfully sweet… and suddenly he shoves his fingers into me, two at once, scratching with his nails… I cry out and feel him moving them inside me… I can't hold back anymore and start growling with pleasure, I'm melting… some kind of chill periodically washes over my body in waves… he's nearby, he came up to my head and his slippery fingers, wet with my juice, slide over my lips..
he smears my secretions… I open my mouth—he boldly shoves his fingers in, stretches my lips… I can't see anything… I don't even know who this is… madness in my head… I want to suck and as if by magic, a cock head is shoved into my mouth, without even removing his fingers… feeling the warm, smooth head, I start caressing it with my tongue and wrap my lips around it… I'm so used to your cock that I catch myself studying a different one… it's not the same, it seems bigger… a different taste… he moves his hips and starts fucking my mouth… sometimes he pushes it in so deep that his pubic hair touches my nose… and the head pokes my throat, causing gagging spasms… I try to pull away so he won't shove it so deep, but I get three slaps and he grabs my hair, continuing to fuck me fiercely… suddenly he pulls out and I feel freedom, only drool is running down my chin, slowly dripping onto my chest… I don't care anymore… I'm like a whore, like a slut, low, depraved..
I definitely don't know him… I'm scared, no, it wildly excites me! I feel I'm about to cum, my hole is squelching, oozing… juice is cooling on my thighs… I bend my arms, press my stomach to the cold floor, stick my ass out for him… I'm cumming… and at that moment, drops of semen just burn my back… he doesn't hold back his animal roar… he came too… a pause… silence… then, in a businesslike way, I'm slapped on the ass and a palm smears the semen over my back… silence again… nothing is happening… waiting… they'll probably unblindfold me now… time to sober up… I'm afraid of reality… but it seems he left.
You take my head, lift it by the chin, with one hand you remove the blindfold, with the other you smear your own semen over my face… my eyes adjust to the light and freedom… I see your smile…
I see your half-hard cock sticking out and semen glistening on its head… I suck your fingers, a familiar taste, I lick them… you're grateful to me, because you saw everything… I'm grateful to you… no!—I love you, I'm happy!!!
Some time later, we're lying in our bed, I finally dare to ask you—who was that?… you smile brazenly… I start pestering. I want to know! You smile again!… you find it funny… you hold the pause and say: it was—ME. Who else? Who else could fuck you? Of course—me… then a few minutes of already useless questioning and I fall asleep under your arm, but the thought of that "other" doesn't leave me… it wasn't you! no! no! no!… you're just teasing… you always love to joke so cruelly!… or was it after all? Did I imagine it?… I'm scared to feel crazy and I prefer to fall asleep.
Author's e-mail: bеlоckа-dеvоckа@mаil.ru