A romantic evening... Or so it seems
"What are you thinking about, Allie, while I'm deep inside you?"
Let me share a few of the visions that set my mind on fire when you ask me what I want, at the very moment you thrust your rock-hard cock deep inside me.
It’s an ordinary day. I spent the last few hours on-site, mentally exhausted, while you worked from home. You pick me up from the station, just like every day. Despite the fatigue, the joy of reuniting with you washes over me, especially since you’ve been terribly playful today: your text messages, perfectly timed, hot yet suggestive, punctuated my hours and my meetings, leaving my imagination to weave the script for a wild night together.
The moment we cross the threshold of the apartment, you give me your orders, always with calmness, kindness, and deep affection. You have the exact tone of a man in love who wants to take care of his woman: a shower, a beautiful outfit, we’re heading back out. Tonight, we’re going out in Paris.
We take the time for a timeless stroll, sandwiches in hand. We talk, we laugh, we map out our vacation plans as we wander through neighborhoods we too rarely cross: Montmartre, the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre…
Then, the tone shifts. You whisper in my ear that you’ve planned a continuation to the beginning of this evening. I follow you, docile and curious, all the way to this beautiful hotel. The room is booked in your name; so this isn't improvised, you maturely thought out and orchestrated this moment for us.
This scent of novelty and staging already excites me madly. Once inside the room, you open your bag and pull out an arsenal that cranks the tension up a notch: a blindfold, restraints. You order me to get into my underwear. You tie the mask over my eyes, place headphones over my ears playing *Butterfly* by Jason Mraz, and I feel your hands binding my wrists. My ankles follow, securely fastened to a bar that keeps my legs spread wide open.
Then, silence. Darkness. I find myself surrendered to the waiting, my heart pounding, thrilled by the total unknown of your next moves. My nipples harden instantly; the mere thought of your mouth coming to rest on them is enough to make me wet. My bound wrists keep me from touching myself. I want to squeeze my thighs together to hold back the wetness dripping down my lips, but the structure pins me in place.
A wild urge seizes me to rub my pussy against anything to find relief, while the slightest draft of air over my nakedness fans the flames. You play with this torment, blowing on my sex without ever touching it. Until the moment I feel the saving bite of a firm, heavy kiss, directly on my clitoris. A moan ripples through me. I crave to feel your hands, but you deny yourself to me.
While I am entirely focused on the wet warmth of your mouth against my sex, a brand-new sensation freezes me: another pair of lips comes to rest on my neck, right behind me. What insolent audacity you had to orchestrate this plan… Excitement floods me at the thought of being caught between the two of you. My pussy swells with desire, my breasts harden even more.
Suddenly, I feel a cock and balls come to nestle against my hands tied behind my back. I squeeze it, I stroke it as best as I can, my movements limited by the bindings. The shaft is hard; beneath my fingers, I can make out a swollen head, distinctly thicker than the shaft. His mouth bites at my neck, his tongue travels over my skin, while yours deploys masterfully over my pussy. You explore its every fold, alternating between the flat of your tongue and its tip, before grabbing my ass with both hands to arch my back. You are literally fucking my pussy with your mouth. In response, I stroke this stranger's penis between my bound fingers, while his hands claim my breasts.
In my ears, Jason Mraz's music continues to envelop me. And suddenly, emptiness. You both vanish.
I feel you untying me, shifting me on the bed into a semi-seated position, my back resting against your burning chest. My ankles are freed. Enveloped in your caressing arms, your mouth leaving kisses on my neck, I feel divinely good. That's when the other man comes to plunge his head between my legs to lick me delicately. His tongue sweeps from bottom to top across my dripping pussy, blending his longing with my excitement. His hands caress the inside of my thighs while he skillfully plays between the folds of my lips, swollen with pleasure.
You gently slide the headphones off my ears, but you leave the blindfold on. Your voice slips into my ear: "So, how do you like this surprise, baby?" I would try to form words, but only groans escape my lips. "Here, this will take away any guilt, feel how much this situation excites me too."
The bodies move again. I find myself completely laid flat, your cock hard as steel in my hand, while he continues to devour my pussy, caressing my thighs and calves. You finally rip the blindfold off me. The light returns and the wave crashes over me: I feel so small, so totally like an object, offered and naked. You tower your thick cock right above my mouth, while he floods me with his saliva and caresses me everywhere. The scenario is as shameless as the acts themselves.
"Watch him lick you, honey…"
I look down at him. Our eyes lock; he seems amused by my surrender, and as for me, I waver, torn between pure arousal and this delicious embarrassment of knowing I am being watched in peak pleasure by two men.
"Suck me!" you command me, in a calm, steady, deep voice.
I take your cock into my mouth, and the avalanche is total. In perfect synchronization, his fingers drive into me, deeply, without a hint of hesitation, while his mouth comes to suck on my clitoris. I lose myself in the pleasure, licking your balls and jerking your thick cock to the rhythm of our mingled breaths.