You awaken from your afternoon nap suddenly, on your stomach, feeling me on top of you, yanking your hands behind your back. You feel the cuffs tighten around them. Your world goes dark as I put a blindfold on you.
I roll you over onto your back and softly stroke your clit, getting it hard, without saying a word to you. I keep this up until I think you might be getting close, and then clamp a small vibrator to it. Not too much to get you off... just enough to keep you where I want you.
I grab your hair and drag you off the bed, forcing you to your knees at its foot, where the special clamps are that I had installed for this occasion. I clamp your ankles to the floor, and connect your wrist cuffs to your ankles. You cannot move at all. I take a vibrator and, without any fanfare, slide it into your pussy. It too is turned just low enough to keep you going without getting you off; I have lots of experience controlling when and how you orgasm, after all. I stand up and admire my handiwork: Chained to the floor in front of me is my beautiful, chubby 32 year old wife, with her long black hair, pale-skinned 40DD breasts, and wonderfully wide ass exposed. I turn on some music and leave, having said nothing.
About an hour later - you think, you have no clue how much time has passed, kneeling blind on the floor - you hear the house door open and new voices start to trickle in. You think you recognize some, but not all. A few minutes later, you hear someone enter the bedroom. You tense up, but relax quickly when you realize it's me. Maybe it's how I smell, or you're familiar with how I grab your hair. You feel me ... smudge? something on your forehead and chest, and then leave. It feels strange, but ... it's not like you can see it.
The talking resumes outside, and maybe 20 minutes later, the door opens again. You can immediately tell it's not me. The person sits on the bed and caresses your face - it's a man's hand, you can tell that much. The caress goes lower, where it softly squeezes a breast. You are very tense - who is this stranger? Should you yell? But you know I'm right outside... so, when the man suddenly pinches your nipple, you yelp, but curiously you also relax a bit. As if you suddenly know the rules of this game. He then grabs both of your breasts, roughly kneading them in his large hands and twisting your nipples, harder each moment. You yelp loudly, begin to gasp, rocking against the toy inside you and somewhat trying to lean away from him. Suddenly he stops and you hear him stand. Then you hear a zipper. You think you know what's about to happen but it doesn't quite reach your conscious mind by the moment you feel him grab your hair and pull your lips to his cock. It's a strange cock, one you haven't tasted before, and you don't think you particularly like the taste, but instinctually you slide your lips over the tip and allow it into your mouth. He begins fucking your face hard, gripping your hair tight, shoving his cock into your mouth. You gag, but only slightly - I've trained you well. You swirl your tongue and lips around him as he fucks your face with little finesse. You get the idea he hasn't done this much before, and it turns out to be true - after only a couple of minutes, he speeds up and you hear him grunt. But to your surprise, you don't get to taste it, much - after the first jet enters your mouth, he pulls out and sprays his cum all over your face. You gasp, somewhat in shock - why did he do that? Why would he pull out of a willing slut? Wait, did you just think that to yourself? Maybe the toy is getting to you. He leaves just as quickly as he came in, without even a thank you.
Another ten minutes pass by before the bedroom door opens again. This one is much rougher - he spanks your ass a few times, slaps your breasts around, and even grabs your hair and slaps your face before shoving his cock in your mouth. Being more experienced, though, he lasts ten minutes of your expert cocksucking before slipping out and cumming all over your face and hair. You feel it dripping down to your tits. And again, he's gone. You are starting to wonder what is going on, as you lick your lips, trying to capture any drop of cum you can.
The frequency speeds up now. There's rarely more than a minute between guys now. The next time the door opens, you hear nothing at all for a few minutes. Then you hear a zipper, but still, nothing. No one has touched you or said anything. Then, you realize you hear the sound of a man masturbating, moments before he ejaculates on your face. No warning, no cock in your mouth... you feel a little let down by this, which also surprises you.
