I can feel the fabric pulled tight across my eyes. Anticipation making my fingers twitch as I fight the urge to lift the blindfold before you command me to, your last words still sat in my ears.
“Do not remove that until I tell you too, or else you won’t get your treat.”
You left straight after that, leaving me alone in this hotel room in nothing but my jockey shorts and the tied fabric around my head, perched on the edge of the grandest wingback armchair I’d ever seen in a place like this. You didn’t even acknowledge my affirmation to your instruction, closing the door before I had finished meekly whispering ‘mistress’.
The darkness heightened my hearing, and my heart raced at every footstep in the corridor beyond the thin walls. Every passing set of falling feet was jubilation and dejection in an instant. Every glimmer of hope made my soft dick twitch into life and each pang of loneliness caused my heart to sink again.
I tried to picture what you were up to. Were you slipping into something less comfortable, more lacy, and a lot more revealing? Had you gone down to the bar to fetch a bottle of cheap bubbly for me to lap up from your delicate flesh as you slowly drizzled it over your blushed cunt? Or have you just decided to leave me here, taken our submissive role reversal a little too literally, and sought solace in someone else’s arms this evening?
I was half right…
The hairs on the back of my neck stand and a shiver of excitement runs down my spine as I hear the unmistakable click of the room card in the door handle slot, followed by muffled giggles and shushes. I can make out the luxury carpet pile being dragged under the heavy door as it is slowly pushed open. My straining ears pick out light breathing, the shuffle of movement in front of me, the instantly recognisable clink of a belt being undone, the crumpled fall of clothes to the floor, and the soft, deep, wet kisses of two people who are going to fuck.
“I’m still watching you,” your voice booms in my ears, “don’t you fucking touch that tie until I say so.”
I’m burning with emotion. Rage, lust, need, fear, resentment, excitement. I’m dumbfounded and awestruck and almost broken by the sound of another man paying you compliments, telling you how good your skin smells, how full your perfect breasts are, how good you feel in his arms, and just how wet he’s made you. I recognise his sounds straight away and I know that you’re on your knees in front of him, running your lips along the underside of his stiffening cock, inhaling his scent, and counting the thick veins that run along his length. I try to picture his dick. Is he bigger than me? Thicker than me? What will it look like when you wrap your lips around his throbbing head? Will you struggle to take him into your throat like you do with me…? Jealousy sets my insides alight and my mind runs away with itself as I hear you spit on his erection and begin to noisily work his shaft with your hand.
“Take your cock out, slave.”
My fists are clenched, knuckles white with uncertainty.
“Did you fucking hear me?!” You punctuate every word as if it was the end of a sentence. “Take your fucking cock out and stand up. I want to compare them.”
My curiosity and lust supersede the envy I’m feeling, and I obey, hoping that the dick you’ve got in your hands doesn’t overshadow my own. I stand and hesitantly drop my shorts to the floor, my taut erection betraying the shame I can’t help but feel. I can hear you both shuffle over towards me. Damn this fucking blindfold!
He’s close to me. I can smell his cologne, it’s floral and strong, but not as strong as the heat I can feel coming from him. You’ve lined him up right in front of me, so much so I can almost feel his hip touch the end of my cock… I sway to my right a bit and, yes, there it is! His dick is right next to mine. I swell a little bit more at the thought of this stranger's penis touching mine and my thoughts turn to holding them together, running my fingertips around our shafts and squeezing them tight. Just as I go to reach out a hand, you issue another command.
“Sit back down.”
I lower myself onto the chair, making sure I keep my knees apart, showing off my balls and the length of my shaft, peacocking myself and letting him know that I’m not intimidated, despite being curious as to what will happen next.
Movement. Away from me. I thought they might both put their mouths on me. I was fucking sure of it! Bed springs creak. Sheets crumple. You moan as you always do when I go down on you. I picture his tongue on your lips, the thin point circling your protruding clit and parting the sweet-scented folds of glistening flesh. I can hear just how wet you are and it makes my cock ache. The smell of your hot cunt fills my head, and I wrap my hand around the base of my pulsing shaft, savouring every throb. I’m leaking pre-come and use my thumb to spread it around my glans, shining the head of my thick, cut dick.
I hear you gasp as he pushes his long cock between your lips. It’s a gasp I know all too well, and it conjures every picture imaginable in the forced darkness. He grunts as he plunges into you, deep and deliberately long. I can imagine your tight pussy gripping him, almost refusing to let go, grasping at the veins, dying to keep him buried inside for as long as possible. Your breaths are short and heavy, your whimpers high and your ferocious groans low and throaty.
“Watch us fuck,” you blurt out between breaths, “I want you to watch him come in me!”
One hand rips the blindfold from my eyes as the other furiously jerks at my straining girth. Everything fills my vision in an instant. Your arse is high in the air. His hips slammed against yours as he thrusts his rampant dick into your sopping cunt. The sheets bundle into your mouth as the intensity in your stomach spreads to every corner of your body and your vision blurs. I see your eyes tighten as you focus on that feeling and lose yourself in the illicit orgasm, screaming and swearing into the pillow. I see his sweat-drenched body stiffen and his low balls lift as he releases his come inside of you, never dropping his stroke, only slowing to make sure you get every drop, until he falls away from you, shuddering and spent.
My wide eyes watch as his tired dick deflates, still wet with a mixture of you both. My hand working my own still-stiff member. I turn my attention to you, now stood at the edge of the bed, facing me, sweat beading on your body, chest heaving, pubes matted, inner thighs glistening and sticky…
“Want your treat now?” A wicked grin grows across your flushed and determined face as you make your way towards me. You turn and place your hands on the arms of the chair, hovering your freshly fucked, come-filled cunt over my throbbing cock.
“Keep wanking,” you command, and I oblige, fascinated by your dominance, your attitude, and your level of sheer filth. As I tug at myself with quick, twisting strokes, you run two fingers over your still buzzing clitoris and in between your lips, parting them just enough so you can squeeze out the stranger's spunk. It falls, in thick drops, right onto the head of my cock as I jerk faster and faster, spreading the come of another man, the man who just fucked you in front of me, over and around my dick. Another serving lands on my length, and I quickly use it to lube around the bottom of my cock-head, squeezing myself tighter and pushing my hips forward to catch another drop. The veins on my dick throb and my head swells, my vision swims and my legs tighten, my balls lift and a low ‘fuuuuuuck’ escapes my lips as I erupt and spray your hovering pussy with the first ropes of my orgasm, making you gasp at the force with which it hit you. Another spurt of hot spunk bounces off your lips and you fall back onto my twitching, coming cock and let the rest of my load fill you up again as you lean back and rest yourself on my spent torso.
“I hope you enjoyed your treat…?” you ask after our breathing has calmed, but I’m too come drunk and impressed to reply, so just nod to the stranger leaving the room, and smile up at you as I try to regain my breath.
