She Wants To Be Blindfolded

Alex taped the pads over Rory's eyes, before he applied the blindfold. Just so she couldn't peek out the bottom, and to drag the moment out a little longer. Even in the relative darkness of the room, he could see her nipples stand to attention. Hear her breath a little heavier. Blinded, now, she sat on the edge of the bed in all of her naked glory

"So...what are you going to do to me?" Rory said with a smile. "Put my hand in a bowl of peeled grapes? They are the witch's eyes..."

He smiled. Rory joked when she was nervous. Apprehensive. Excited. She was thrilled by loss of control, but it scared her too. Always that little balance, between play and danger. A balance that, tonight, he had to tip very carefully.

"Lay back," he ordered. "And masturbate. I've got a little surprise planned for you, and I want you to be wet and ready."

Alex watched her as he slipped into the latex suit. Each finger tipped with little bumps. The ribs on the cock would add a certain extra bit of stimulation as well. It took several minutes to get into, and all that time Rory sat naked and alone in the dark, legs parted on the edge of the bed, as her fingers ran up and down her slit.

"There's lube on your left," He said. "Use it."

Rory shuddered. Her left hand went out...and there, where he had hidden it under the sheet, was the tube of lube he'd bought. Just a hint of capsaicin. Just enough to burn. Normally there were warnings about using the stuff, not to get it in your eyes...but here eyes were covered.

So like the obedient lover she was, she squirted it into her palm and began to rub it into her pussy.

"It's warm," she said. Nostrils flaring. Such a smart woman. Trying to guess his game.

He moved forward, silently. Her ears, so sensitive with her sight cut off, caught the sound.

"Alex?" Her voice trembled a little.

Then he touched her, just with the tips of his fingers, on her bare shoulder.

It was like an electric current through her body. She jumped, further onto the bed, backed away. Alex smiled behind his latex mask. He touched a button on his smartphone, and behind her, his stereo played a pre-recorded message.

"Stop," his disembodied ordered from the other side of the bed. "Let him touch you. I want to watch."

She froze. Her small breasts heaved. Between her legs, her slit glistened. About now, he knew, she should be able to feel the burn.

Alex slid onto the bed. His weight made the springs creak. Rory panted now, but she didn't flinch as his latex-gloved hand touched her ankle. Didn't pull away as his hand circled that ankle and began to pull her gently towards him.

Because even like this, she trusted Alex. Though he knew she would never cheat on him, he also knew she dreamed of things like this. Having sex with another man. Being ordered to have sex with another man. Giving herself up to show her love and loyalty for him.

Latex fingers ran over her body, as if to explore her. Rory, still blindfolded, explored him by touch as well. The smooth latex. The bumps and ribs on the latex-covered cock. His masked face, with the zipper that concealed his mouth.

He had to grab her wrists before those fingers reached his unprotected eye-holes. It wouldn't do if any of the capascin got into his eyes. No, not when they were both so hot and ready. He pressed another button on the smartphone...the next track played. The soft fap-fap-fap, as if someone was jerking off in the corner.

"Fuck him," his own voice said from the speakers. "I want to see you cum on his cock. You must be hot by now."

"Yes," Rory said as she laid back, her thighs spread wide. "So hot...it's burning..."

Alex rubbed his cock over her lubed slit. Wetter than normal. The latex desensitized him a little, but that was good. It meant he would last longer. Give her a better time. But this wasn't the right position.

"Straddle me," he growled, voice pitched as low and unlike his own as possible.

Blindfolded as she was, this took a little bit of doing to organize. Yet in the end, he was laying on his back, and Rory was on top of him her legs spread out towards his armpits, impaled on his cock. She gasped at every rib and bump, so new to her, so different from their usual lovemaking.

"So big!" She gasped "Fuck, Alex, are you watching this?"

There could be no answer, of course. The track on the stereo had become just a soft porno loop of hisses and fapping sounds. Yet Rory was there, in the moment. She couldn't stop her hips as she moved on top of him, his latex-clad cock stiff and each rib and bump rubbed her burning hole. Alex felt the heat rise in the suit as he caressed her legs, let those wary fingertips scrape against her sensitive inner thighs, and then he sat up and began to grope at her big, delicious ass.

That was what did it, what sent Rory over the edge. She hugged and squeezed her lover tight, rained kisses on the masked face, ran her tongue over his zipper, and as her primal, animalistic moans reached a crescendo, she ripped the zipper open to stick her tongue in his mouth...and his lips drawn over his teeth, Alex sucked at her tongue, something her had never done with her before...and he actually felt her climax, the shiver that went through her entire body. Imagined the silver stars that she might see explode in the darkness, behind her blindfold.

Of course, he didn't cum. As they disengaged, Rory limp as a cat that didn't want to be moved, Alex could feel his balls complain. They wanted to nut. He would, perhaps later. Right now, there was something a little more important to be taken care of.

Aftercare.

Scooped up in his arms, Rory didn't fight it as he carried her into the bathroom and laid her in the tub. She wasn't ready when he poured the gallon of milk into her pussy, the cold, thick fluid flowed in and out of the glistening slit, free from cum but not free, until now, of the burning lube. Sweaty as he was in the latex suit, Alex knew he'd need a shower later...but now his little sex kitten needed a bath with soft soap, so she didn't get any of that lube into her eyes.

She let herself be pampered. Never even reached for the blindfold Een stayed there as he went back into the room to secure the opened tube, take off his latex suit, and change the sheets.

So that when he came back, and she lay there in the half-filled tub, it was her lover Alex who took the blindfold off of her eyes. Her love whom she greeted with a passionate kiss, naked and wet. Alex to whom she asked the question.

"Is he gone?"

"For now," Alex said. She smiled...and then stared down at his cock, still half erect. He could already feel the aching beginning of blue balls.

"Did you cum?" Rory asked...but didn't even wait for him to answer. She could see what a state he was in now, and the naked woman shifted to her knees in the tub and brought her mouth to his cock.

It wasn't much different than how the evening had started out...but it was about the journey, not the destination. Wet fingers groped at his balls and pressed against his taint. Her little signal that she wanted to taste it.

"I love you," Alex gasped out as he unloaded himself into that hot, wet, waiting mouth.

Rory, of course, could say nothing. Sticky ropes of pent-up jizz coated her tongue, drizzled her back teeth, filled her mouth with that sharp ammonia odor like cleaning chemicals or sharp cheese...and Alex didn't even have to tell her to lick it clean. She was already doing it.

Her little way of saying "I love you too."