People sometimes ask me to share my fantasies, so here's one for you to enjoy!
My instructions were very clear. I was to arrive at 7:30, to let myself in using the keycode in the message. I was to strip, shower, dry off. I was to pull on the black spandex hood, a hood with only one hole, so I'd be anonymous but available. Last, I was to put my hands behind me funble with the handcuffs, which would lock themselves once my wrists were in position. Then I was to wait.
Nervous? I almost chickened out more than once, but I knew him, I trusted him, and I needed to do this. So there I was...
I heard the door open and he came in, putting me at ease with his words. Thanking me for keeping my promise and telling me I wouldn't regret it. He led me slowly back into another room, one that seemed larger. He told me to kneel, and I felt a soft sort of plastic beneath me, warm, padded, comfortable. Unable to see, I found I could hear better, and I could tell there were other people in the room. People looking at me, eyeing me up, my naked body, my hardening cock. People wondering who I was, but who would never know - just as I would never know who they were.
He'd told me it would be three hours - 8 to 11 - and soon I heard the chime of a gong announcing the start. Always one for theatricals! I heard a general movement in the room and prepared myself for what I knew was coming.
I felt hands at first, touching me, stroking me, feeling me. Hands runnig over my body, fingers teasing my nipples. Occasionally a finger or two touched my lips and I opened my mouth to let them enter. No one spoke - one of the rules - but I gave them a good suck, as they clearly wanted.
After a while I felt the touch of a cock against my lips. This was it - the moment I had been nervously anticipating. Almost automatically I let it slip into my mouth, feeling slippery precum on the swollen head. At that moment I felt something like relief, knowing that a line had been crossed, a stranger's cock was in my mouth, and a stranger's cum was going to flood into me before too long.
I could hear people around me, but I was focused on the man in front of me, his moves, his moans, the way his cock felt, the effect I was having on him. It must have been good because he didn't take long to erupt, his warm, thick spunk coating my tongue. He slowly pulled out and I showed him what he'd given me before slowly swallowing it. There was a little spontaneous applause in the background.
The next cock was already offering itself and I was greedy for it now. He felt my lust and started to thrust in and out, fucking my mouth until he, too, unloaded. Others followed - I lost count quite soon - each one different but all with the same effect. Although I couldn't see, I could tell my own cock was dripping, untouched but so aroused.
Time passed, and I thought I recognised some of the cocks making a second visit to my mouth. I felt a sense of pride that they wanted more of me, to be honest. And at last the gong sounded again. I waited, as instructed, and I could hear grunts and groans from a number of people standing around me. One by one they released what little spunk they had left over my body. A parting gift, if you like. And then the room was empty.
He unlocked the handcuffs and removed the hood, smiling. "Well done!" I thanked him, showered and cleaned up. I dressed and walked out into the dark night. It wasn't far to walk, and I took a couple of swigs from my hip flask on the way home.
She was already in bed, half asleep. As I slipped in beside her I muttered something about having had a little too much to drink... |
