The Mystery Girl

TUESDAY:

John’s work day went smoothly and without any sexual interruption. Once in a while, he’d steal a glance at Hollie and the others, or catch them doing the same, but none of them spoke of any dares throughout the work day. It wasn’t until he got home that the fun began.

Around 6pm, John received a text from an unknown number.

“Are you available? -The Exhibitionists” it read.

“Yes? What’s with the burner phone?” asked John.

“Strip down completely bare, and blindfold yourself on the couch. One of us will be in to have some fun with you. :)” read the followup text. John thought for a moment, and figured the girls were all giving him a good time; If they wanted this, he may as well go along with it for now.

“Blindfolding now. Front door unlocked.” he texted back. He waited a few minutes, and he felt his dick fluctuate a little between soft and hard. Then, he heard the door.

“Hey beautiful.” John called out. There was no answer. It was somewhat erotic, not knowing which girl was gazing upon his naked body, and a little uncomfortable at the same time. He heard the floor shifting as the mystery woman approached. Then he heard a quick zipper, and the sound of an article of clothing hitting the floor. Seconds later, there were hands on his wrists, pulling his arms to the back of the couch. The mysterious hand moved to his cock, and started lightly stroking it. It wasn’t long at all before he had an erection once again.

“Please tell me you’re not going to leave me like this.” John said with a slight laugh. He felt a hand on his chest, and then legs on either side of him. Before he knew it, whichever girl had come to his house was sliding his cock into her. He could feel her breath on his neck as she rode him up and down. Her hands continued to run around his arms and chest. Now and again he’d start to move his hands toward her chest or waist, but her hands would catch his wrists and move them back to the backrest of the couch, likely so that John wouldn’t figure out who was riding him based on sizes. She continued riding him until…

“I’m gonna cum!” said John, expecting a swift dismount. Instead, his mystery woman kept going, and maybe even picked up the speed a little bit until he felt himself shooting a rope of cum inside her. At that moment, his hands once again went towards her, and were once again stopped. Once he stopped ejaculating, he felt her climb off of him, pat him on the head like a dog, and walk away. It was not dissimilar to what he did to Evelyn two days prior, which made him wonder if it had been her.