It Could Have Been Anyone -

It Could Have Been Anyone - Pt. 10

By Cal Bishop

Author's Note

Alicia goes to another stranger's house, and this session is very different from last time.

This is my first story in the BDSM category and is intended to be noticeably darker than the rest. While the category is obvious to anyone finding the story from the "new" or "random" lists, it might not be obvious to anyone who's found it because they've read the previous stories in this series, so consider this a warning.

All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Scenarios depicted here are intended to be fun fantasy, but may be illegal, immoral, and/or dangerous if actually attempted in real life. All characters are over 18.

Anticipation

It was Saturday, and Alicia woke up before Ben for once, eager to start the day.

Another "surprise" today. The last one was an orgy. The one before that was a gangbang, just me and a blindfold and eight men in every hole until we were all satisfied. What crazy hot scenario has my wonderful boyfriend planned for me today? He says it's a favor for someone else, but who could possibly be enjoying this more than I am?

She was getting wet as she lay in bed, trying to imagine the possibilities. She felt for his dick and rubbed it, quickly getting it hard. She had a naughty idea. She stripped off her pajamas, fished his erection out of his fly, and started stroking it.

He moaned. She smiled. She threw off the sheet - it was August; they didn't need to sleep under any more than that - and popped the head of his dick in her mouth. He moaned again. He was soon rock-hard and slick all over the length of his erection with her spit and his own precum. She pulled her head off, smacked her lips, and started stroking it, gently, lazily, a pace that could keep him hard indefinitely.

"Don't stop," Ben said, his eyes still closed.

"You like that?" she said in her best sultry voice.

"Of course!"

"Well, I'll start sucking your cock again... make you cum in my mouth... if you give me a hint about the surprise," she said, even sultrier.

She didn't want to know too much. She appreciated surprises and mysteries. But she assumed she'd be getting it soon and he wouldn't be too involved, so why not start the day with a treat for him and a direction for her fantasies?

"Oh, okay. Um, sure. I can give you a hint. Let me think," he said, although she suspected it was difficult for him to think at the moment. He pulled off his boxers, freeing his erection, and scooted back, reclining more comfortably on a pillow.

She returned her lips to his dick. She slurped her tongue all around it, and then took it all the way into her mouth, making him gasp.

"Oh yeah... okay, a hint... hmmm," he mused, distracted by her oral talents. He ran his hands through her hair and she bobbed her head up and down on his rod a few times, but soon returned to sucking the head of his dick like it was candy.

She popped her mouth off, smacked her lips, raised an eyebrow at him, started stroking his dick with her hand, and asked, "Well, what's my hint?"

He blinked, breathing hard, and said, "I'm renting a car and driving you to the surprise!"

She shrugged, smiled, and returned her mouth to his dick, swirling her tongue around the head while stroking the shaft with her hand. While she did, she wondered what that could mean -

are they going to do something with me in a car? I'd be worried about getting motion sick, if I'm blindfolded in a moving car... Are they taking me to some club outside the metro system? Am I going to get gang-banged outdoors this time?

- and it soon resulted in an explosion of cum in her mouth as she brought him to orgasm. She coughed, swallowing most of it, and wiped the rest off her chin with the back of her hand.

"Wow, heh, thanks," he croaked. "Best alarm clock ever."

"You're very welcome," she said, and kissed him warmly.

When they stopped to catch their breath, she kissed him one more time and hopped out of bed. "We can get breakfast on the way to getting the car. You rented it from the place on 14th Street like usual, right?" she asked over her shoulder on the way to the bathroom.

"Uh, yeah, but... not right now. The rental is from noon today to noon tomorrow. And I wasn't actually planning to get it as soon as possible anyway."

That drew her up short. "OK, so I guess we can have breakfast at home and get the car around lunch, then. But why not get it as soon as possible?"

He pulled his pajamas up and found a cleanish shirt. "Because the surprise doesn't start until tonight. Eightish. I don't think it's exactly a date, they're aware that a blindfold is a part of the deal, but it's definitely an evening thing."

"Why? Last time it started before noon," she asked.

He shrugged and made a face, as if she were the one changing things without warning. "Because it's different? Different people, different plans... I told you that much from the start, I'm pretty sure."

"Yeah, but... ugh, never mind. Anything else I should know?" She grumped.

The last one was a Saturday morning, and every one before that was a Thursday or Friday as soon as I got home from work, so of course I assumed this one would be as early as possible too. Oh well. Maybe I can get another "hint" out of him before lunch with some sex. I'll be able to get him ready to go again in an hour or less.

Unfortunately, he seemed to be able to read her mind. "Actually, there is one more thing... you and I aren't supposed to have sex today, and you aren't supposed to masturbate either. No orgasms for you. At least not before the surprise. I'm pretty sure you'll have the chance to get off during it, and we can go wild afterwards, I guess," he said, raising an eyebrow at her suggestively.

"Seriously?" She said flatly, unamused. "I just swallowed for you, and now you tell me we aren't supposed to have sex today? I'm not even 'allowed' to get myself off? I didn't agree to that. What if I just get out a vibrator?"

He paused and spoke slowly. "I don't know the details, but I don't think that would be a good idea."

"Ugh. Why did you agree to this?"

His mouth opened, but no sound came out for a moment. Finally, he said, "Hey, that's not my fault! I didn't ask for the blowjob!"

"You could have stopped me!"

"I wasn't thinking that clearly at the time! Because you're so good at those!" he said, both triumphant and nervous, hoping he'd won.

She scoffed, rolled her eyes, and stomped into the bathroom.

Like he'd be any more thoughtful if Vivian or Betty was blowing him? And what kind of a clue is "there's a car," anyway? That could mean almost anything. I'll bet he wasn't thinking too clearly about the clue, either

.

He used the bathroom shortly after her. "I'm going to the gym," she announced while he was in there. She put on a sports bra and spandex shorts and got ready to go to the gym in their apartment complex's basement.

"Are you okay?" he asked as she headed for the door, still in his pajamas.

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just going to take advantage of the free time."

She found her usual stationary bike and got started. She didn't work too long or hard, she wanted to save energy for a potentially tiring surprise tonight.

She was mostly just blowing off steam, she had to admit to herself.

What he's agreed to sounds pretty weird, but I never would have agreed to any of this a year ago, so what's one more surprise? Every time there was some kind of little problem or hiccup, and every time there was also mind-blowingly great sex during the surprise and for days afterward, so I might as well give it a chance. If it went exactly the way I expected, it wouldn't be a surprise

.

She got back to the room in half an hour and was greeted by the smell of coffee. "Hey, do you want a cup now, or after your shower?" Ben asked.

She smiled. "Now is great. Thanks," she answered. They had a quick breakfast together, fried eggs and toast, and made neutral small talk over it. She took a quick shower before her second cup of coffee, and by the time she was dressed for the day in a casual t-shirt and shorts, they both seemed to be in equally good moods again.

They took a bus to the car rental agency, picked up a gray Toyota, and did some shopping after getting it. They got an early dinner of takeout from the Thai place a few blocks north of home.

"I'm going to go change," she said after dinner. "What should I wear?"

He looked stumped. "I honestly don't know. I mean... I know where you're going and who you're seeing, and he knows basically what you like, but he didn't give me too many details of what he's planning. It sounded like he had a surprise in mind for me too, if that makes any sense."

She pursed her lips. "Hmmm," she mused.

A surprise for both of us? Won't this be interesting.

"Let me think about this," she mused portentously as she headed towards the bedroom.

She considered and rejected four different tops, two pairs of pants, and three skirts, before deciding she was going in the wrong direction. She shoved aside the light, summery outfits and dug until she found something timeless. A little black dress. It fit her snugly, with straps just a couple inches thick and a hemline a couple inches above her knees. She had worn it on a date with Ben to celebrate moving in together, and clubbing a few times. She picked out a black lacy v-style panties, not a thong but nearly seamless anyway, and a matching bra.

She touched up her makeup and picked out strappy heels to match the dress and a necklace with a silver pendant. The pendant had a profile of a woman wearing a blindfold. Her parents saw the necklace as a reference to blind justice, honoring the legal career she was hopefully still just at the beginning of, but it had been a present from Ben on the first night he arranged surprise sex with a stranger for her.

The whole outfit taken together would look more elegant than she had in months if not years, but to her, Ben, and a select few who knew about her kinky habits, she'd be ready for wild, perverted sex with an unknown number of partners.

Why not

? She thought.

It's not a real date, but we're going somewhere unfamiliar on Saturday evening - it's sort of like a date. The guy or guys I'm seeing will probably appreciate it. I'm sure Ben will, even though he probably won't see me in it much.

Maybe he'll get so excited he will forget about this whole surprise thing tonight,

she thought fancifully. She didn't want that, she enjoyed the lifestyle, but it was flattering to imagine him being so overcome with lust by the sight of her that he just took her right there.

"So what do you think?" she asked when she returned to the living room more than 20 minutes later. She spoke softly, but with a smile; she was fairly confident of what he'd think.

She was right. "Wow," he said, staring. "Uh... I'm not sure I want to let you out of the house like that."

"Too bad," she said with an arched eyebrow. "Maybe you should have thought of that before you arranged for someone else to fuck me."

He chuckled ruefully. "Maybe. But plans can still change," he said, going in for a kiss.

She returned it, but put her hand on his chest and pushed him away gently before either of them got too absorbed in it. "Careful, you'll smudge the makeup," she said.

He chuckled again. It looked like he was going to say something, but she cut him off. "Anyway, you know you love this," she said, feeling deliciously naughty.

"Yeah," he breathed. Then he shook himself, headed for the door, and held it for her. She strode by him, putting a sway in her hips deliberately.

She clung to his elbow as they walked down the hall to the elevator and then down the street to the car, and it wasn't just because of the high heels. She loved Ben before they had stumbled into this kinky lifestyle and was absolutely thrilled by how well he had adapted to it with her and wanted to show him how much he appreciated it.

But right now, according to the instructions, showing how she appreciated him apparently meant

not

getting him off. It was complicated. So she kept her hands off his body as they got in the car, and only arched an eyebrow at him when he squeezed her ass.

The address he plugged in to the navigation system was a little outside the city. Judging by the road layout, it looked like a suburban development. "So how's this going to work? Are you going to drop me off and come home, or wait in the driveway, or what? You did say you won't be there, right?" she asked, wondering about the logistics.

I have no idea how long this will take. I could wait to be picked up for a long time when it's done, or he could wind up wasting a lot of time waiting, or both.

"After I drop you off, I've been told to drive to the kiss-and-ride parking lot here," he said, tapping the map by the highway off-ramp near the end of the route. "I've been told I'll get at least one update in half an hour, and you'll be done by midnight at the latest, so..." he shrugged as he started to drive.

She grimaced. "Hope you brought a book."

"I did, actually, but I'm not sure how much time I'll spend reading," he answered. "I have the impression that that 'check-in' will be, er, detailed."

"You thinking you'll get pictures? Maybe a video?" she teased. She didn't think she had ever been captured on camera during a "surprise," but the blindfold covered so much of her face, she wasn't too worried about it.

He smiled ruefully and adjusted his pants. "Maybe."

"Just don't get arrested for indecent exposure," she said, deadpan.

"Oh, didn't I mention? I think I'm developing a fetish for policemen," he quipped back.

They made small talk on the way there, but conversation died when he had to focus on a knot of traffic. She pondered what was coming tonight. She came to no conclusions and asked no questions; the mystery was the point.

The house he drove up to turned out to be in a suburban development, as she had suspected. It was unlike the site of her previous surprise in several respects. That had been a rowhouse, sharing its walls with its neighbors; this was separated from its neighbors by a backyard, a fence on one side, and a line of shrubs on the other. That house had been a century-old neighborhood and showed no signs of work since then besides basic maintenance; this and its neighbors looked like they had been here less than two decades.

However, it was similar in its anonymity. She saw no signs of childrens' toys or lawn furniture in the yard that revealed anything about the residents. The garage door was closed. The potted plants along the walkway could have come straight from Home Depot. The bay window revealed some kind of light in the house, but the TV wasn't on, and she couldn't make out any art or bookshelves from the driveway.

Is it an AirBNB?

She wondered.

Did the owner go out of their way to hide their personality because they knew I was coming? Are they just a boring person and this is more of a pity fuck?

Or maybe they seem boring just because they're good at hiding the whole "anonymous sex" thing, but they're really freaky when they get into it

, thought Sarah, her alter ego who came out when she was blindfolded.

Ben took a deep breath. "Go ahead," he said. "See you soon. Same as last time, put the blindfold on and knock on the door. I won't be right here, but I won't be far away either, so if you need anything, just call."

He sounded nervous. She smiled at him; she had to admit she was too, just a bit. "Thanks," she said. She gave him a quick peck on the lips and stepped out of the car.

She strode up the walkway and looked around. There was no one in sight except Ben in the rental car. She waved to him, took the blindfold out of her purse, oriented herself in front of the door, and tied the cloth over her eyes. When the world was completely blocked from her sight, she knocked on the door.

In the House

There was no reaction. All the erotic fantasies that normally ran through her head when wearing the blindfold were replaced, one after another, with a vision of a helpful old woman on the sidewalk asking what she was doing standing on the doorstep of Mr. Wilson wearing a blindfold.

Alicia knocked a second time, and this time the door opened before her third rap on the door. It was swift but silent; she didn't hear the hinge before she felt the absence of the door when she went to knock. Off-guard, she stumbled a bit. "Sorry," she said by reflex.

"Come inside," someone said abruptly.

"Okay..." she said hesitantly.

It sounded like he was further in than whoever opened the door. But what if I walk into whoever it is?

She heard Ben driving away just before she heard the door shut. "Walk straight ahead," the voice said.

For five steps? 10 steps? I won't trip over anything, will I? I don't actually have a fetish for bruised shins, you know...

"Stop where you are," he barked.

She frowned, thinking. The voice was familiar. "Dave?" she asked.

Footsteps. Then the same voice, much closer. "Any other night, yes," he intoned, and she could hear him looming. "But tonight, that will be 'sir,' to you. That's Rule One."

She swallowed. Dave and his wife Betty had been to a couple of the same lifestyle parties as her and Ben. She didn't know him well; they had probably fucked at some point, she figured, but she couldn't be sure. He had dark skin and was bald except for a neatly trimmed beard and was solidly built, not like a bodybuilder so much as someone who had had an athletic youth and kept in shape after winding up in an office.

One thing she knew about him that had seemed a quaint quirk until now was his preference for dominance and submission games. She knew from brief chats with their clothes on that he could be a perfect gentleman, but when his wife said she deserved a spanking, he would be thorough.

I've never tried anything like that. I wonder what she sees in it, anyway? Well, I guess I'll find out...

But she was hesitant. "So, just to be clear, the surprise event planned for me here is a, um, session with you?"

There was smack on her ass, definitely not just a flirting or harassing slap but a solid sharp spank. "Ow!"

"That was a warning," he said casually. "Obey the rules or get punished. Next time I have to correct you, it won't be just once. Tonight, you call me 'sir.' Do you understand?"

She nodded. "Yes. Sir."

There was a pause, but then he said "Good girl." She carefully kept her face neutral.

"Rule two, you obey me and answer all questions promptly and to the best of your ability," he continued. "If you choose not to, you get punished."

How can Betty enjoy this? It's creepy at best

, she thought. She tried to formulate a protest that wouldn't get her spanked more, but he spoke up before she could.

"At this point I'd normally ask about a safe word, but this time I'm doing it a little bit differently. Your safe word is your blindfold. If you take it off, this ends. If you can't take it off... because there may be times when you aren't able to take it off... then someone will take it off for you, if you ask."

Dave's voice was still soft, but by this point he was speaking right in her ear. "Keeping the blindfold on is one order that won't be given. Taking it off is the one thing you get to ask for. If you do, this ends. Until then? It continues. Do you understand?"

The hair on the back of her neck stood on end, and it was caused more by his words than by the violation of her personal space.

Oh. That's clever

, Sarah thought. She had never said no, never wanted to say no, to anything sexual with the blindfold on. The way it enhanced all touches and made everything a mystery was too intoxicating.