Brad and I looked at each other, then burst out laughing. "I told you," Brad said, starting to choke on his bite of biscuit.
"And you pay her? Is it just me or is she like that with all of your women?"
"She's like that with any women - though she's only met a few. Most of the time I try and keep them away from her."
"I can see why!" I took a big gulp of milk and fanned myself, trying to clear her hostility from the air.
"Okay, getting down to business," Brad said, scooping up a pile of eggs. "Have you decided what you want to do on Saturday?"
I blushed, and focused on my breakfast plate. "Are we sure Martha's gone?"
Brad raised himself off his stool and leaned over till he could see through the double window above the sink. "Yeah. I can see her sitting on her balcony."
"Okay. In Vegas, what I did with the girl from the strip club…" I trailed off.
"Montana." he prompted.
"Right. Montana. That turned me on, but not because of her, though she was really hot. What, ah, turned me on was the group of people. Around us. Like, watching. So, anyway, what I'm trying to say is that I don't think I want to be with a girl. That doesn't really do it for me, at least not on its own."
"Okay. That's good to know. So you liked to be watched. Do you want a group of people watching?
“God no - not right now at least. I was thinking just you me and someone else, for starters.
Okay. So you want to be with a guy?"
I looked up from my ohsoexciting grits and bit my lower lip nervously. "Is that…okay?"
"Of course.” He spooned eggs into his mouth like this was a completely normal conversation. Which, for him, maybe it was. “Do you want to go to a club and pick a guy, or do you want me to give you a choice?"
"Well, if its at a club, we won't know anything about the person, right?"
"Right."
"Is there anybody you've done this with before? That you could..use again?"
He kept a straight face and considered my question. "I have a guy that you might like. He's good - quiet and respectful, very…ah… well endowed."
I kept a neutral look on my face and nodded. "Then let's go with him. I just want someone who knows what they're doing, since I don't. And someone who isn't, you know, sleazy or dirty."
He leaned over and kissed me gently, so gently I felt pain at the quick release, I wanted more so badly. "So we're good to go Miss Campbell,” he whispered.
I shoveled eggs into my mouth and looked at him nervously. Good to go. I guess.
CHAPTER 33
I lay, naked and face down in the darkened room. Two candles were lit and I smelled their fragrance, mixed with the lavender scent of the expensive sheets I laid on. There were two presences in the room, and I felt them, though I cannot explain how. Someone got on the bed; it sank beneath their weight, the springs sighing softly in the dark. I stiffened, not sure what was going to happen, my eyes wide open beneath my blindfold.
A hand touched my calf and I flinched, surprised at the contact, then relaxed. The hand ran up my leg and I felt another hand, this one on my other leg. There was a sound I couldn't identify, and the hands briefly stopped, disappearing, then touched me again, this time with the lubrication and warmth of massage oil. I felt a third and fourth hand, rubbing my arms and back. I groaned softly, enjoying the wonderful feel of the four hands on my body. A man's voice sounded in the darkness.
"God, she is hot." I couldn't tell which set of hands the voice belonged to, but though it was deep, it wasn't Brad's. The stranger. One set of hands that were rubbing my lower back separated, wrapping underneath my stomach and moving up, until they cupped my breasts and gently squeezed, kneading my breasts. I moaned again, louder this time, and rose off the bed slightly, wanting more. A hand pushed me down and the hands on my breasts released, coming up the sides of my body. I felt my legs being pulled apart till I was wide open, exposed, and my breath hitched a little in my throat.
Fingers ran up the inside of my calves, past the back of my knees, my thighs, and then to the slit between my legs. Hands grabbed my ass and gripped the checks firmly, spreading them. I felt warm breath hit my ass and blow down, lower, and wetness pooled there. A finger followed the breath and ran from my ass to my pussy, and back again, rubbing, teasing, making my stomach curl and pleasure grow. I moaned and tried to push against the finger, wanting, needing penetration. The finger dipped inside me for a brief moment, and was then gone again. I panted, and arched my butt up in the air, offering my slit to whoever was in between my spread legs. Someone moaned, and then a face was pressed to me, a hot wet pulsing sensation *tongue* on my clit and dipping in me. I bucked on the bed, my fingers gripping the bed and my mouth opening in silence ecstasy. There was a voice in my ear, quiet and strong. Brad.
"Is this okay?" he asked, his voice husky. I nodded furiously, my hands reaching out till I felt his muscled skin. I gripped it tight. He moved, out of my reach, and I moaned. The mouth between my legs was doing incredible, twisted things to me, and I felt my body flexing and arching in the swells of pleasure. I pressed against his mouth and bit my bottom lip. I heard a zipper in the darkness, close to my head. The tongue on my clit slowed, then stopped. I spread my legs further, begging with my body for more.
"Flip over." Brad's voice. Authoritative. I instantly complied, desperate for more stimulation. There was a slight breeze, and I heard a door click shut. My eyes flipped open under the blindfold.
"Julia, it's been fifteen minutes. Do you want to stop?" his voice came through the darkness to me.
I had never heard a more ridiculous question in my entire life. "No," I gasped.
"Do you want to take it to the next level or keep it here?"
"Next level." I whispered, almost moaning the words.
He moved. I heard fabric rustle and floors creak and then there was a flicker of air and the stranger was back. The door clicked shut again.
On my back I waited, unsure of what to do. Hands came, two at my head and two at my feet. The two at my head ran down my arms squeezing them gently. The hands at my feet spread my legs wide and played with my soaking wet pussy, gently cupping me and sliding a finger in and out. A hand grabbed one wrist, then the other and held them above my head. With my hands out of the way, a hot mouth nibbled my neck, kissing and sucking, traveling down to my breasts, encircling a nipple and gently tugging on it. I bucked against the hand holding my arms back and raised my chest, finally wrenching a hand free and grabbing the back of a head, holding his mouth against my nipple then guiding him to the other one. The fingers in me stilled, then withdrew. I froze, the head under my hand also moving away then I felt the bed move as both men climbed up onto it.
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Their weight was on either side of me. I reached out with my hands and felt them kneeling. One was clearly Brad, the one on my left. His thick muscular thighs gave him away. I explored with my other hand, curious about the second man. His lower thighs were thinner, average. Tentatively, shyly, I moved my hand higher on his bare thigh till I brushed - Wait. I frowned and paused. That couldn't have been… I moved my hand again. It was. His cock, but in a place I didn't expect it, much lower than it should have been. Jesus. The cock was thinner - not the huge girth of Brad's, but ridiculously long - easily over 10 inches. Circus cock. I heard Brad chuckle and tried to fix the shocked look I must have had on my face. Bolder, I moved my hand over the cock, grabbing it tightly. It was hard, rock hard, and his hand was still wrapped around its shaft. He moved his hand away, and I stroked it firmly. My other hand moved on Brad, stroking him also, loving the feel of both of them hard in my hands at the same time, their shafts both hanging above my blindfolded face. While I jacked them off, their hands moved, one on my tits and neck, one reaching down in between my legs. After a minute or so Brad moved, leaving my side and moving to the bottom of the bed, between my legs. He raised my legs, pointing my feet to the sky and tested my wetness with his finger.
"God you are
so wet," he breathed, removing his finger. I felt him moments later, the head of his dick bumping, then sliding into me, filling me in every way. The second man tightened his grip on my breast, and Brad moved slowly, sliding in and out of me. I groaned and brought the hand holding the cock close to my mouth, licking my lips. The man above me gasped, then grabbed his dick and pressed it against my open mouth. "Please," he said, his voice thick.
I obliged, grabbing him with my hand and sucking it hard, forcing the length of it down my throat and gagging on its length. Brad groaned between my legs. "You look so fucking hot," he ground out, and increased his thrusts, burying himself inside me. The increased speed and friction from his width caused me to clench inside, and I could feel the swells of pleasure start to grow. I sucked and pumped, increasing the speed of my blowjob. I reached with my other hand, grabbing his balls *hairless* and gently tugging them. My orgasm came, strong and sudden, and I yanked my mouth off the stranger, crying out loud and arching my back, pointing my feet; the orgasm ripped through my body, taking every coherent thought out of my mind. I heard the man above me moan, and the slick sound of him jacking off, hard and fast above my face. "I'm about to cum," he said, his voice quickening.
"Julia - where do you want it?" Brad's voice came from between my legs, where he still fucked me, hard and fast.
"Oh me, please." I gasped. The man grunted and the sound of his hands stopped, briefly, then started again. I grabbed my breasts and squeezed them, arching and offering my body to him. As my body shook from Brad's thrusts, the cum rained, covering my breasts and hands, and spraying my throat. I felt a few drops hit my lips and I licked them, tasting his sweet cum. I pulled my hands to my mouth, licking the drops off my fingers, and sucking them hard. Brad groaned and yanked his cock out then, moving swiftly up on my body until I felt him in front of me. I reached forward eagerly, found his cock and sucked it quickly, jacking off the shaft with my hand. It twitched and he came, filling my mouth with hot squirts. I swallowed hard and fast, continuing to jack him off until I was sure he was empty.
CHAPTER 34
Rule 7: Once it is over, leave quickly. We will want to be alone. No goodbyes are necessary.
I lay back, and felt the bed lighten, first by one body, then the second. I heard the man leave the room, then felt Brad next to me on the bed. He gently pulled on the edge of my blindfold, sliding it off. My eyes opened, and it took a moment for me to see in the candle-lit darkness. Brad laid on his side, his muscular torso looking ridiculously tempting in the darkness. I turned on my side, so that we were facing each other. Brad smoothed my hair back and smiled at me.
"Well." he said softly.
"Well." I said in response, with a smile.
"What'd you think?"
I thought for a minute, playing with his chest hair with my fingers. I searched myself for a pang of regret, but felt nothing but extreme sexual satisfaction. I stretched luxuriously, and Brad's eyes traveled down, to my swollen nipples and my shaved crotch. He bit his lip and gave me a suggestive look. I rolled my eyes, pushed his hand away, and covered up with the sheet.
He leaned forward and kissed me, then tilted my chin up, looking into my eyes. "Tell me, what'd you think? Are you gonna take off running now?" His eyes were concerned, vulnerable, pools of dark need.
"Straight to baby," I whispered.
"Straight to you."
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
ALESSANDRA TORRE is a stay-at-home wife who resides in South Carolina. She has been married seven years, and has one young child. Blindfolded Innocence is her first novel, she is currently working on the sequel, which should be completed December 2012. When not writing, Alessandra enjoys reading, traveling, and spending time with her family.
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[1] Travel Nevada. 2012 Nevada Commission on Tourism. 9 July 2012.
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