warehouse

I stood in the company’s dimly lit warehouse, my heart pounding in my throat. Saturday afternoon, not a soul in sight. The air smelled of dust and cold metal. My short summer dress was already crumpled on a box. I was naked. Completely naked.

Time stretched on endlessly. The vibrator pulsed inside me, driving me slowly but surely mad. My full breasts rose and fell rapidly, my nipples rock-hard. Sweat trickled down between them.

Suddenly I felt him. Strong hands gripped my ass—rougher than usual, almost possessive. His fingers dug deep into my plump cheeks, spreading them apart, kneading me hard. A shiver ran through my body. Oh God… it’s him… but so… dominant… usually he’s so tender… yet I like it… I like it far too much… Maybe he was angry or frustrated after what happened at the hotel.

His hands moved higher, cupping my heavy breasts from behind, squeezing them together, twisting my nipples between his fingers—firmly, almost painfully. I arched toward him, a helpless moan escaping me. Then I felt his hot mouth. He sucked on my nipples, first the left, then the right, biting down lightly, licking over them. His lips wandered all over my body—neck, shoulders, stomach, the insides of my thighs. The blindfold and the loud headphones made everything so intense. I never knew where he’d touch next. Sometimes it felt like there were many hands at once—all over me, demanding, hungry. The blindfold and the music… it’s amazing… I can’t see anything, hear anything… just feel… oh God, it’s driving me crazy… I’m a mother… he’s almost as old as my son… this isn’t right… but… it feels so good… I want more…

Then he pulled the vibrator out with a smacking sound. I gasped—and the next moment his cock was inside me. Thick. Hard. Pulsing. With a single, deep thrust, he pushed himself all the way into my wet pussy. I felt every vein, every thick vein, how he filled me completely, how my walls closed tightly around him. Blind and deaf, everything felt even bigger, much deeper, much more intense. Every thrust was a shock, a hot, throbbing sensation that radiated all the way down to my stomach. His balls slapped hard against my ass, his sweat dripping down my back. He smelled intensely of sweat—masculine, unwashed, animalistic. He couldn’t shower today… but that’s exactly what makes me even wilder… that smell… so young, so raw… oh God, I’m so wet…

I came for the first time after barely two minutes. The orgasm hit me like a wave—a deep, hot pulling in my lower abdomen that suddenly exploded. My pussy clenched around his cock, milking him in wild spasms, while my whole body arched up. No sound, just the sensation—it was so much stronger, so much more overwhelming. I screamed into the headphones, but I could barely hear myself.

He didn’t stop. He just kept fucking me. Even harder. Deeper. I felt his cock swell inside me, felt it pulsing. Then he came—hot, thick spurts deep inside me. I felt every single spurt, how it hit my walls, how it filled me from the inside. But he didn’t pull out. He just kept fucking me. That youthful vigor… oh God, he’s not going soft… he just stays hard inside me… it feels so incredible…

Seconds later, he came a second time. Even more cum, even deeper. And I came with him—for the third time. The orgasm was even more intense, a long, trembling shudder that shot through my whole body from my pussy. My legs shook uncontrollably in the restraints, my full breasts bounced wildly, sweat ran down my body everywhere.

Finally, he pulled out of my dripping pussy, stood in front of me, and shoved his cock into my mouth. He tasted strong—unwashed, like sweat, like my own wetness, like cum. But I sucked anyway, greedily, desperately. And he came a third time. Thick, hot spurts filled my mouth. I swallowed everything he gave me, while my body still trembled from the aftershocks.

Three orgasms for him. Three for me. In maybe thirty minutes.

Then… silence.

I felt him undo only the handcuffs and the ropes. He left the blindfold and the headphones on. My body slumped slightly; his cum ran in thick streams from my pussy and the corner of my mouth. I waited. Two, three minutes. My heart was still racing.

Slowly, I felt for the blindfold and pulled it down. The headphones followed. The room was empty.

On the floor at my feet lay only a small white piece of paper.

“Thank you.” Nothing else.

I stared at the paper, naked, covered in cum, trembling. Tears welled up in my eyes. Oh God… was that it? Just… thank you? I tied myself up for him, made myself blind and deaf… I let myself be used like a cheap camp whore… and he just leaves and leaves a note… That’s not right… I’m a mother… he’s almost as old as my son… I risked everything for him… and that’s all I get?

My body was still glowing from the orgasms, but a cold, painful emptiness spread through my chest. I slowly got dressed; the summer dress stuck to my cum-smeared skin. My legs trembled with every step.

I had given him everything. And all he left me was a “thank you.”

But maybe that’s part of the fantasy. Definitely. It was supposed to be anonymous, after all.

I was a little disappointed, but I’d see him tomorrow at work.