Blindfolded Fuck: Stranger’s Cock on Night One

Rain hammers the roof. I’m naked on the bed in this rented wooden cabin, blindfold snug over my eyes. Heart thumps hard. Weeks of filthy chats with Mathias42 flash back—his pics, promises of thick cock, no bullshit games. Juda’s voice downstairs, phone buzzing with his arrival alert. ‘He’s here, babe. Ready?’ My pussy’s already slick, clit throbbing. No time for chit-chat. I want his dick now, raw and urgent, that first-meet adrenaline rush.

Door creaks. Footsteps pad close. Silence, then hot breath on my tits. Lips latch on a nipple, sucking hard. I arch, moan low. His hands roam my hips, thumbs digging in. Fingers fumble my shirt buttons blind—pop, pop—belt unbuckles like he’s done it a thousand times. My palm wraps his shaft: rock-hard, veiny, seven inches straight up. Fuck, perfect. I guide it free, stroke slow, feel it pulse.

The Approach

No words yet. I lean in, mouth wide, swallow him deep. Cool lips heat fast on his hot cock. Tongue swirls the head, salty pre-cum hits. His balls shaved smooth—I cup them, roll one in, suck gentle. He groans, knees the bed. Juda slips in, watches. I hear his zipper. Tension spikes.

Juda’s at my mouth next. I deepthroat him—thick, short, familiar—while stroking Mathias. Blindfold off now, eyes lock on his: hungry, bold. Juda pulls back, grabs a condom, hands it over. Sits in the chair, fisting his meat.

Mathias rolls it on, thrusts in. Wet slap, my walls grip tight. I buck up, match his rhythm. ‘Fuck me hard,’ I gasp. He pounds, balls smacking. Juda jerks faster. I cum first—shuddering, nails in Mathias’ back. He grunts, ‘Now!’ Pulls out, rips condom, blasts ropes on my belly, tits. Hot, sticky jets. Juda follows, mixing his load. I rub it in, scent musky, skin glistening. Bliss.

Juda kisses me. ‘Bonjour, I’m Sylvia.’ Laugh. He dresses me—no panties, just stockings, sheer bra, short skirt. Phone vibrates again—his errands call.

The Explosion

Door shuts. Car fades. Alone now. ‘Ready?’ I purr, legs spread wide on the bed. Pussy gaping, cum-dried scent lingers. He dives in, tongue on clit. Electric. I buck, ‘Slow, make me beg.’ He teases, laps my hole, circles back. I explode—scream, thighs clamp his head.

‘Fuck my mouth,’ I beg, eyes glazed. He straddles, rams deep. No mercy. I finger his ass—tight ring yields to my digit. He falters, groans. Pulls out, aims tits. Second load erupts—thick spurts pool in my cleavage. I smear it down, let dry. ‘No shower till tomorrow. Juda loves the smell.’ Kiss light.

We dress. Skirt hikes easy—no barrier. Downstairs, Juda’s back, groceries steaming from rain. Laughter flows. But under it, my skin reeks of stranger cum. Eyes meet Mathias’—secret shared. Tension simmers for more rounds.

Afternoon blurs: kitchen counter fucks, relays, his jizz on ass, Juda’s deep inside. Intimate whispers upstairs later. But that first rush? Pure fire. Phone buzzes later—his text: ‘Repenserai toujours.’ Sheets stain again tonight. No regrets. Just crave the next click.