Concept
Blindfolded. Restrained. Naked. Legs and arms spread out wide and strapped down tight; each limb stretched and extended to its own corner of the bare mattress on the floor.
I wait in silence until suddenly a door opens and slowly closes with a single click. No voices, no sounds, except for the faint footsteps as they inch closer to me.
I feel a weight at the end of the bed as it shifts between my legs. Soon after, the sensation of a cool steady breeze brushes over my cunt. I imagine his pursed lips gifting me with those generous exhales, and I become immediately wet, which only increases that sensation. I lie there, silent and motionless, enjoying his cool breaths on me, until all at once I feel my whole cunt being taken into his warm, wet and seemingly hungry mouth.
His tongue glides along my slit, and then circles my clit; sucking, stretching and biting at my creases and folds—as though he's more than eager to make me come.
My hips churn and jerk, and sway.
I feel the fullness of his fingers inside me as he penetrates me. Just as I let out a breathy exhale letting him know I'm going to come, I hear what sounds of something unzipping next to my head. I turn to face the direction of the noise, confused, bewildered: How can he be up here, but also be down there??
"Now be a good whore for me." he whispers into my ear while my cunt is being fucked by some unknown person, and then places some kind of device over my head and ears; canceling out any other noises. Not only can't I see anything, now I can't hear anything either; only the muffled sounds of my own breathing.
I'm in my head; unable to fully comprehend what is happening, though common sense tells me that clearly there's more than just him in the room. There's at least one other person deliciously fucking me with their fingers and mouth. But are there more here? How many? Perhaps they're watching? Or waiting for their turn? Though I'm flooded with questions and thoughts, I can't help but to succumb to how it arouses me. "Be a good whore for me..." I let his words take up the space in my thoughts to drown out all the others.
I feel hands on my face, pulling back my head to hang off the mattress slightly, and then a cock at my lips. A light slap on my cheek indicating I need to open my mouth. And I do. Wide and showing my tongue. The hands grab my jaw as he thrusts his cock deep down my throat until I feel his fleshy balls pressing into my nose, taking away my ability to breathe. Despite my gagging and choking, he holds it there, pushing in a little deeper. I can feel him growing and harden even more, and just as I feel the onset of panic, as though I'm gasping for air, he pulls out quickly. He gives me a second or two to catch my breath and then goes back in again, repeating this a few times. After which, he places a ball gag in my mouth and fastens it securely. And now I can't speak.
