My time ticking away, I sat there, the debate in my mind, I should masturbate–well that’s not the debate– should I watch porn then shower, which would cause me to be late, or should shower and masturbate. Debate over.Porn is easy–I can cum relatively quick.  But the mind, the mental fantasy and image is a bit slower, it takes concentration to not let my mind wander back and forth between sexual fantasy and the nonsense intricacies of life that fill my little brain. Grabbing my favorite tools– the njoy wand and my little jimmyjane– I hit the shower.

I thought of you while soaped,  my fingers slick from the suds sliding between skin, measuring the weight of my own tits as they fill my hands. Heavy handfuls. Sliding my hands between the meat of my thighs, wondering what you’re doing, what you look like in the shower with the same sunlight bouncing off your back.  I thought about sliding the soap across your body, our parts gliding together with suds, friction and hot water. Leaning my head against the wall I let the hot water rain down on me, my hands finding my full lips–enjoying my the feeling of my body, the heat, and the cunt that begins to swallow my fingers.

Drifting, I linger there, and those intricacy’s drip from my skin into a pool at my feet and down the drain.

I focus my thoughts on you, imagining you here, in the shower with me, my soapy hands across your back , your chest– filling my hands with your balls, feeling you get hard in my hands.My hands making you hard. A soapy hand job.

Leaning into the wall of the shower I let my hands explore my ass, the cheeks, haunches of flesh that need to be grabbed, and smacked in the most painfully playful of ways. Spreading open my cheeks my finger circling my hole, making my pussy clinch inward. Then I realized I wanted to slide more into my tight hole, just a little more.

Getting my fingertip just dabbed in the slightest of soap I return it to my ass, rub a little, igniting that feeling of want, then I work my finger in, I am so tight that only the tip will go in, but that is all it take, I feel myself loosen, my kitty opens, and grows needy. My finger slides in more. The feeling of my hole grabbing and pulsing around my finger makes me think what this must feel like around your cock. The feel and the thought together make my cunt begin to thump, making me want more, just a little more.

With my finger a little past my knuckle moving so slightingly in that slow fuck motion, I turn my little Jimmyjane pink rabbit ears and grind it into my now very full needy cunt. My ass pulls in on my finger and my pussy throbs open wanting to be filled and my clit is growing to her full size. I don’t want to stand any longer. Dropping to my hands and knee, the shower fully hitting me,  I fuck myself wondering if we could fuck like this in here. Grunting like the animal me, the me whose ass is being filled– but, I want more, just a little more.

The njoy works two ways, there is a smaller end with three tiny rose bud shaped bulbs gradually getting larger, it fits perfectly. Still my finger lost and clasped by my ass, I fill my pussy with the wand, lubricating the steel, making slick with my insides– then I switch– finger for the wand. One rose bud in– I moan, pant and my cunt throbs, my thighs shake, and my ass rocks like I am fucking and invisible cock. Another rose bud in as my fingers fill my pussy and I am right where I need to be, lost, intricacies gone– animal fuck girl in the shower. Pushing the third rose bud through makes me buck harder onto your cock and makes my mouth drop open waiting for the imaginary cum you’re going to land on my tongue. Fucking the wand with my ass, I feel a deep orgasm from what seems to be coming from my chest moving its way down my body. Filled with my fingers and the wand– I just cannot properly explain what my pussy feels like when my ass is filled– so open and pulsating, but tight and clinching– pulling at my fingers wanting it to be your cock.  I toggle between pushing and pulling two rose bud heads in and out bringing myself closer to the edge.

When I know I am about to cum, I pull all three buds out fast and put the other end deep inside my cunt and hit that spot that that make me clutch and moan, then I grind the rumble of the jimmyjane into my mound of pussy and bring the cum out, hard and strong, reverberating off of the bathtub walls. My head is spinning from the release, my breaths are deep and panting- and I am hot and sweaty, not from the shower. I let the hot water continue to pour down on my body as I come down from my orgasm cloud.

Pulling into the car port I notice the yellow light glowing through the curtains of my apartment.

I left the light on, that’s strange.

Climbing the stairs, arms weighted with the bags of the day, each step taller than the last, bags heavier with each step up– I wished I had gotten my keys ready before getting out of the car. Arriving at my door, I begin fumbling for keys– trying not to disrupt the balance of the bags.

The door creaks open.

My mind blank and startled,  I see your eyes, gentle but scared too.
Stammering and explanation –

“I remembered where your spare keys were hidden.”

Angry is my response –

“You’re not even supposed to be here.”

Your hand comes up covering my words.

“Don’t be like that, I brought you something.”

Taking the bags from my hands, my weight lifted, a freedom– to run, to kick him in balls, to scream, to yell, to argue– the weight lifted to do all those things, but instead I submit and let myself be under control and you sense that and shift into that other man you can be.

“Wait here and don’t move and keep your mouth shut for change, you little bitch.”

The night is a warm, clear, beautiful one–we have our summer in September, yet a chill rushes across my skin, the thrill of the unknown, the anticipation sends these shivers through my body releasing them through my skin.

You return reaching for my hand, bringing me in, closing the door behind me. Once in,  your hand whispers the side of my face, your fingers push aside my perpetual strand of hair. Eye to eye. In your other hand you hold the black leather fur lined blindfold we had used so many times together in the past. Handing it to me. I know what to do, and I don’t for once question that. Holding the mask to my eyes you place the elastic band over my head and into place.

Blind.

Guiding me by the hand into the living room, your lips so close to my ear–
“Take your top off, drop that skirt and get on your knees.”

Of course,  I like where this is going, I love being on my knees, it usually means I am about to get some cock in my mouth, the thought of that begins to make my cunt throb. I unbutton the skirt and let it drop blindly stepping out of it.
You command–

“Get on your knees, now!”

On my knees I wait, it’s soft, you laid down the fluffy blanket from the back of the couch across the floor. I begin the unbuttoning of my top. Feeling you standing above me, I can hear you breath, In my mind you are squeezing your cock over your pants, getting hard thinking about sliding past my lips. Your hand reaches down into my hair, yanking my neck back causing my mouth to gape open–

“There you go slut, mouth hanging open, such cock bitch. Now wait there and don’t fucking move.”

Your disappearance make me want to peek to see what you are doing– I feel a rush of anxiety flow through my body causing me to sweat, but I refrain from lifting the blindfold and let my mind release to the knowledge that I am eventually going to get to cum and that the anxiety is really a turn on.

I hear you in the background– walking, breathing, movement.

Now close to me again, I can feel the heat of your body and the feeling of limbs moving around me. The leg of your jeans brushes against my arm sending a bit of shiver to the hair on my skin. Again your hand grabs onto the mass of pulled back hair, causing my neck to crane and mouth to part involuntarily, yet so voluntary.

“Don’t move, stay just like that and keep that mouth open.”

More movement around me, I seem to be feeling more movement than just one man can make. My mind begins to swirl — Did he bring some other cock into my house? What the fuck? How many people are here? I want to rip the mask off my face, but I don’t.

My mind continues its barrage of internal questions… Where the fuck did he find this cock, did he instruct him, did he pay him, did he send him naked pictures of me, did he tell him how much I love to suck cock, is it just one man, how many cock are here, FUCK fuck fuck, what the fuck should I do…
Still I refrain from removing the blindfold, knowing that my fear and anger will be met with a reward I have only ever fantasized about.

Within moments I feel you body, or some body next to mine. Strong thighs close to my shoulder– making my body jerk. I hear the heavy breath of man, my own breathing becomes heavy, unregulated and emanating from my cunt. Then I feel cock, I feel the tip– rubbing the drop of precum firmly across my cheek. A foot moves between my thigh and knees spreading them open further and allowing for more room and leverage to feed me that cock I want.

My hand reaches for the hard on before me, but from behind you command.

“No fucking hands. Lock them behind your back you low brow rouge bitch, that cock is not for your hands, open that mouth.”

And that is when I know for sure this is not your cock on my cheek.

I love when you get authoritative, it’s in there, but you don’t let it surface too often, but when it does– It makes me love you even more, it makes me want to do anything you say, it makes me want to crawl and suck, and fuck any mans cock you want me to.

The smell of cock and precum is strongly apparent, his cock begins sliding into my eager open mouth, my tongue gliding along the back side of his shaft– forming around his throbbing girth– and I do what I do so well– I suck dick, eat cock, swallow every inch of this gift. He not only fucks my mouth, but rubs his cock all over my face, causing me to whimper and worship like the low brow slut I can be. My tongue reaching out of my mouth for cock when it’s not there, sucking and twirling my tongue around it when it is.

You now stand in front of me, I can smell you, your cock. I know it’s out, I know you are hard and I know you want me to take you in my mouth too.

In my ear you whisper,

“You like that cock don’t you?”

The words make my cunt drip and throb. I must be squirming, one cock in my mouth, and you whispering in my ear. Your hand locks around my hair, pushing my head around this mystery meat you ha

ve brought me. I am being made to fuck and I like it.

“Slut, I bet your pussy is soaked.”

Your fingers part my lips, flicking at my clit that is now hard and at the surface begging to be touched, then you dive deep inside me. I feel like I could just sit on your hand, be filled by it, swallow it with my cunt. I start to rock and grind. Abruptly your hand pulls out and strikes me across the face.

“Did I tell you to fuck my hand bitch? Slut dog, don’t move.”
The slap striking and burning, the cock still in my mouth, the sting on my cheeks make the moans slip out and make me fuck that cock with my mouth even more. My mouth earnest and true sliding and fucking his hard cock, wanting his cum.

I hear your breath– your excitement, your cock must  be a rock– it is in this moment I now I know you want me too, I know I have you.

“I want your cock, please.”
I beg and plead.

Instead your fingers find me again. Slow for a moment, until they hit that spot that makes me pour and drip around your hand– then you fuck me, you hand strong and thrusting me over the edge. The cock continues to fill my mouth, his hands now pulling my head in around him. Those moans of mine fill the room, I don’t care anymore about anything. Panting and groaning– if there wasn’t a cock in my mouth I would be professing my need to cum. You pull a strong wet orgasm out of me, making my knees week. I feel like I am being held up by my hair from the man who continues to slide his dick into me.

“Are you ready to taste some cum, you little cum slut?”

I can only nod and a let my mouth drop open more as this strangers cock fills my mouth, I can feel his shaft jerk and bob. I regain some strength and maintain my stance on my knees and wrap my mouth solidly around him, feeling his cock jerking again inside me– I know I am about to feel his cum fill my mouth. I stay surrounding his shaft, his hands still around my head pull me in- we are melded as he fills me with his cum, pumping and draining into me.

I swallow, lick and clean this random cock I have no attachment to, still blind to.

You stand pulling your fingers, that I had not realized were still inside me, out. Rising– you instruct–
“Don’t move, don’t talk, just sit there.”

I do as you say, I am in an amaurotic bliss. I hear you and he standing– no words are ever spoken. The door opens and the door shuts.

“Now it’s my turn my little slut.”

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