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It's been a hard day at work. You're tired and glad to be home. But you're greeted by a dark apartment just a thin sliver of sunlight coming in from behind the drapes. You feel a heavy bandana being tied around your eyes and all your sight is blocked. Your clothes are removed slowly. Warm hands smear your body with hot oil as your skin is exposed from under the fabric. You're picked up and spun around until you can't make out any direction but up or down. You're carried briefly and set down on a rug. The front room? You hear a click and something warm a lamp? shines on your oiled skin. You're turned over and set on your knees, with your shoulders touching the floor, leaving your soft slit open to the warmth. Your wrists are grabbed and brought gently in front of you, where they're tied securely with a soft, silky rope. How long do you sit under that lamp? An hour? You don't know. Your black silence is ended by a pressure on your lips. "Suck." A firm and long member slips slowly into your mouth, but something is different...the smell? The curve? The size? It doesn't matter as a hand kneads the back of your head and the cock slides easily in and out of your mouth, never too deep, never too slow. A familiar voice whispers in your ear. Its breath is a scirocco on your ear. "Do you like sucking another man's cock? Nod or shake." You nod, and feel the rhythm of your friend's facefucking gently increase. The cock touches lightly on the back of your throat, but before you can gag, it pulls back and rubs on your spitsoaked lips. It rubs across your face, leaving a hot, sticky trail across your pale cheek, and dives back into your waiting mouth. You feel hands on your hips, and one pulls away. Hot oil falls on the crack of your ass and trickles hot and slick down towards your anus, towards your cunt, before spilling like molten come to the floor. A finger or a thumb kneads your asshole. "Relax." A soft but firm feeling probes at the entrance to your ass. A cock? A dildo? You can't tell without your hands, but its small enough to stretch you without discomfort as it sinks into you from your most private entrance. So slowly it goes...in inches that seem like miles, and all the while the cock in your mouth strokes and shakes and pulses with a steady and soothing regularity. "Clench," and you feel the full length of your ass filled with the loving mate of the cock in your mouth. Another pressure appears at the soaked and open lips of your cunt. It slides in, dry at first, and then soaked with your honey. The thing in your ass begins to circle inside you, exposing it as a soft and warm vibrator. It begins a dull purr and you can feel it touch the cock in your cunt through the thin wall between your sweet passages. You hear wet kissing above you and can feel the weight of your front and back partners tasting one another. Your back is speckled with their spit as they drink to soaking satisfaction. Hours...minutes...you can't tell how long they fuck you. You don't feel tired, but the time seems endless. Finally, the voice leans over your shoulder from behind and says "face," just as your forepartner pulls out his cock and showers your cheeks and chin and lips with a warm and metalling flood of come. It's different than you're used to, thicker, almost like jam. There's so much...after your face is covered, the cock dives into your anxious mouth and greets your tongue with another strong spurt, then another, until it once again exits and spreads the cream on your face into a fine lather. Behind you, the pace grows more frantic, but just as you think its about to peak, your aftlover withdraws both cock and toy from you and pulls you over backwards until your back lies on his chest. He then inserts his firm meat up your well oiled ass in a single stroke, and another cock finds it way into your aching, open snatch. And so it goes...until your blindfold slips, and you see your upper partner...he's blinded too, as is your asslover. And finally, there is your live in lover, sitting on the dining room table, ten feet away, while his show of three oiled and churning lovers grind to three sweating, steaming orgasms in the evening sun of the balcony, and as swarms of people on the surrounding balconies join him in viewing the art of those tied and tethered bodies. |