Blindfolded Stranger Fuck: Raw Heat in Elizabeth’s Bedroom

Spring sun warms the stone steps of Elizabeth’s meulière house. Door ajar. I slip in, pulse racing. This is it – my fix. No endless chats, just setup by Elizabeth for anonymous dick. Heart hammers. Phone vibrates in my clutch. Ignore it. Probably Alex chasing tail elsewhere.

Inside, sighs draw me to the salon. Elizabeth and Sonia, bare skin glowing, locked in pussy-licking frenzy. Sonia’s tongue dives deep into Elizabeth’s slick folds. I strip fast, join the heat. Lips on tits, fingers probing asses. Perfume hits – Elizabeth’s floral musk, Sonia’s spicy edge. My cunt throbs, juices dripping down thighs. No time for games. Elizabeth’s eyes lock mine. ‘Upstairs, blindfold awaits.’

The Approach

Bedroom dim, heavy drapes. They cape up, masks on. Sonia ties black silk over my eyes. World goes dark. Senses explode. Air thick with pussy scent, my own arousal sharp. Rules whispered: no words, or it stops. Lie back on cool sheets, legs spread wide. Nipples hard peaks. Cunt clenching air. Minutes stretch. Footsteps. Door creaks. Two caped figures guide him in. Feel his heat near. Cock stiff, veins pulsing – guided to my entrance.

Fingers part my lips. Tip nudges. I arch. He thrusts slow, inch by burning inch. Fills me. No face, no name. Just raw cock owning my hole. Perfect stranger thrill after screens – but this, flesh first.

He grips hips hard, pulls me onto him. Deep. Balls slap ass. I grind back, silent moans ripping out. Hands roam – his on my back, neck, yanking hair. Fingers circle clit, pinching. Pleasure spikes. Guides hover. Wet tongue laps my tits, sucking nipples raw. One probes my ass – slick finger circling rim, dipping in gentle. Fuck. Body ignites. No holding back.

The Explosion

They flip us. Me on top now. Blind, I sink down, impaling deep. Ride savage. Pubes grind clits – his against mine. Rhythm builds, bed creaks. Slam harder. His hands knead ass cheeks, spread wide. Finger plunges my tight hole. Stars burst. I grab his face – no, can’t speak. Lean in, tongue-fuck his mouth wild. Tits smother him. Cunt milks cock. Orgasm crashes. Walls spasm, gush hot. He floods me, thick ropes pulsing. Collapse together, sweat-slick, gasping.

Bandages rip off. Eyes adjust. Francis. My naughty smile meets his shock. Lips crash, tongues dance. ‘Hoped it was you,’ I breathe. He grins, dives back in.

Corner shadows stir. Fabienne and Agnès on the divan, skirts hiked, hands buried in each other. Agnès fingers Mum’s soaked pussy under nylons. Fabienne gropes tits. They smirk. ‘Perfect match,’ Agnès purrs.

Lingerie back on quick. Kiss Francis deep, taste myself on him. Slip out door, heels clicking stairs. Phone buzzes again. Back to apps, hunting next cock. Strangers forever. Adrenaline fades, but crave burns on.