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In the dark of the blindfold, one of the things that delighted Zoey was how many hands she could feel touching her.
There was a pair on her hips, squeezing. There were hands on her breasts, rubbing. There were hands holding the hair out of her face, hands rubbing at her ass and thighs. Men’s hands; women’s hands. It was exactly what she had asked for.
A cock pressed between her lips, and her tongue swirled around the head. She didn’t know who’s cock it was.
Well, that wasn’t quite true. She was almost sure she’d sucked this cock before, at other ‘anonymous’ parties like this. But, the idea of the party was that she didn’t know. That’s why she, one of the most famous women in the world, suddenly a billionaire, all the attention in all the world suddenly on her, could be here. Anonymous.
The nameless, faceless cock pumped in her mouth, and she moved her head in response, bobbing, her tongue running along the bottom of the cock, as she felt small, soft hands part the folds of her pussy. Fingers, already slick with damp, played over her clit, pulling back the hood as the hand pulled the lips apart - parting her, to guide another cock into her. She moaned around the beautiful cock, as another cock, bent and firm, pressed into her pussy. God, it felt like such a beautiful cock – that was the beauty of the ‘anonymity’ of this event, she supposed; she could enjoy the sharp, upwards curve of this delectable cock, without having to fuck him.
She moaned loudly, enthusiastically around the cock in her mouth, her hand cupping his balls, her French tips skittering over the skin of his thigh, as she felt those small fingers – she would bet they were Alice’s, but they might have been someone else’s – brush her hair out of the way, to assist the cock thrusting into her mouth. Somewhere in the darkness, she could hear moans, and quiet voices, and the brush of skin on skin; there were still more, and more, and more, waiting, but for now, she had a cock in her mouth, and it was already trembling. Her tongue swirled around the base of his head. The way this cock trembled when he was really turned on was adorable. Whoever he was, his hands moved into her hair, chasing away the soft, feminine hands that had been there; one hand went behind her head, to press himself in, pressing the back of her throat. Zoey gave a slightly exaggerated hurk noise, around the cock, and heard a female voice – not Alice – say, “Wow, look at her take that dick.”
A petite thumb rutted up and down alongside her clit as this curved cock pumped in and out of her. His thrusts may have lacked elegance; he was a blunt instrument; thrust, thrust, thrust. But he held rhythm pretty well, and the curve of his cock fit Zoey hand-in-glove. The head of his cock pressed her inside, pushing against the underside of her clit, rubbing, stimulating. There was a throb, each time he thrust, thrust, thrust, and a pressure was building through her body, and whoever it was who was working her thumb against Zoey’s clit in time to the thrusting was doing an amazing job of staying synched up.
Zoey reached around the man whose cock was in her mouth, and sank her manicured nails into his ass, to encourage him to fuck her face as hard as Trent was fucking her pussy. To her delight, he obliged, albeit briefly; Zoey felt his cock push deep into her throat, and it was not the first time she was glad to have trained out her gag reflex. The thrust became spasms, and the tremors of his cock became throbs. Zoey gave him a courtesy “hrrg” as she craned her neck, opening her throat just in time.
He groaned, and his hips shuddered, and Zoey felt his cock empty into her, filling her mouth and shot down her throat. He was thick, salty in her mouth; a little bitter, and she gagged on it just a little. She deliberately let a little spill from her lips, and swallowed the rest before she could taste too much of it. Up beside her head, she heard another girl – almost certainly Alice – gasp. The man hanging over her, his cock still thrusting inside her, grunted, and she felt him throb, and Zoey pulled the cock out of her mouth with some haste.
“Keep going,” she moaned, reaching her hand up to stroke his firm abs. “Please, I’m – I’m so close,” she panted.
The effect was immediate – but the opposite of Zoey’s request. The man between her legs growled “Fuck”, and his load released, with his cock deep inside Zoey. He thrust twice, three times more, pressing in; Zoey gasped, as a smaller-than-promised charge rippled through her body. She scraped her nails over the firm abs, as they flexed, pressing as much of his seed as possible into her. As the climax crackled along her nerves, she exaggerated the tremor of her legs slightly, and gave a lusty moan which the situation … probably didn’t warrant.
That aching feeling inside her, the vacant emptiness of her self – the hole, where a soul would go; her own climax, and that of the cock in her mouth, provided both light, and heat, just … not enough. The coldness clung inside her. Zoey could picture herself, alone in a cold room; her climax just a small match, only enough to remind her of warmth, to make her crave heat.
She heard a woman moan, from down around her hips. The voice gave it away; it had not been Alice that had been working her clit. Whoever she was, she chose that moment for her tongue to dip down, teasing along Zoey’s clit. The shock and excitement of the clever tongue flicking her clit gave Zoey an aftershock that was probably greater than the initial climax; Zoey felt her body throb, as Serina’s tongue swirled, teasing her nub.
And then, another cock; it brushed against her lips, so she opened her mouth and licked, intuitively seeking his frenulum. The mouth wrapped around her clit moaned again, and her head began to bounce lightly; Zoey realized it was probably because she was getting fucked as she ate Zoey out, and the idea made Zoey groan with arousal.
“Yeah,” Zoey moaned, smiling around the cock rubbing against her mouth. “Eat -”.
She was cut off by the cock sliding into her mouth, and the girl moaned into her pussy at the same time. Someone, a masculine someone, took hold of Zoey’s wrist, and pulled her hand over, setting it on a breast; the size of the breast revealed that it was definitely Alice. Zoey’s fingers traced Alice’s breast, squeezing, appreciating its fullness even while she was seeking to locate Alice’s areola for its wonderful texture. As Zoey’s fingertips found them, Alice’s nipples were already firm, and for a moment, Zoey almost wished she didn’t have a mouthful of cock, just to suckle at Alice’s nipples again.
Almost.
The woman’s eager lips and clever tongue worked feverishly at Zoey’s pussy, even as her head was starting to rock more and more aggressively. Zoey could make out rhythmic grunts from what must have been behind her, and knew that, whoever he was, was getting closer and closer. She clung to the soft skin of Zoey’s hips and thigh, her fingernails digging in, and she started groaning, in the same rhythm as the thrusts, and in rhythm with her tongue swirling around Zoey’s clit. Zoey’s own tongue slid in circles around the head of the cock that was in her mouth, drool now running down her chin, her tongue synchronized with the increasingly desperate twirls on her clit. She could picture the face between her thighs, gorgeous bright green eyes and red hair; eyes of deep blue and hair of blonde, brown hair and dark, intelligent eyes, any of them, watching her face, then their eyes rolling back as their tongue feasted on Zoey’s pussy … The charge in Zoey’s body was rebuilding.
“You like that?”, came a masculine voice. Fingers took hold of her jaw, tilting her head. They might have been the hands that belonged to the cock she was sucking. … They might not. She pulled her hand back from Alice’s breast, so that she could cup the base of this cock with both hands. “Fuck, you look good with a cock in your mouth, don’t you?”, he groaned, and Zoey could only moan in response. The feminine hand that had held Zoey’s hair back earlier – Alice’s, she was now sure – then returned. It scooped up her hair snugly, pressed to the back of Zoey’s head, and began to push-and-pull at her head.
“Look at her,” she heard Alice say. Her tone was as if she was showing Zoey off. “God, La – uh, … God, look at her take that cock,” Alice moaned. “I wish I could take cock like she does.” Zoey gave a little whimper; this cock, still delightful, was less thoughtful, less controlled, than the first – or, just hungrily wanted his cock down Zoey’s throat. If Zoey had been less aroused, she’d probably be calling a yellow light – but right now, a good hard throat-fucking while her pussy got absolutely ate was exactly what she wanted.
Zoey’s right hand worked the base of the cock in her mouth, while the left tugged on his balls. Whomever it was, he was grunting, the head of his cock swelling, and Zoey made an approving, “mm-hmm” noise, to let him know it was okay to release. And it was okay, because there was a clever little tongue was going flick-flick-flick at Zoey’s clit, and delightfully fine fingers were testing at Zoey’s entrance, and Zoey could feel cum leaking down her body, tickling her asshole. When a delicate finger tested at her back door, it was more than Zoey could bear.
Her climax felt deliciously violent; it tore into her, and her thighs and abs had no choice but to obey. Zoey compressed her thighs around the head of the woman that was bringing her such pleasure, and heard the other woman’s muffled squeak of surprise and delight. As Zoey moaned, it ricocheted along the mysterious, exciting cock that balanced along her tongue, causing ropes of his cum to test her gag reflex. She heard a delighted gasp – Alice again – as she parted her lips, cum spilling out, and pulled the cock cock from her mouth, letting the ropes of cum land on her face and the blindfold, over her eyes.
Inside of her, in that cold place, the fire of her climax was like a bonfire through a window – just a little of that wonderful, life-giving, radiant light and heat would transfer through the glass, but enough to warm her a little, enough for Zoey to press cold hands against warm glass, and imagine what it would be like to be warm.
The woman who had delivered such wonders to her clit whimpered, and retreated too quickly, with Zoey’s legs still trembling. Zoey whimpered in response, her hips arching, seeking something to rub against her, and then there was a body there. Zoey moaned “Yes,” as a new cock slipped into her, wonderfully effortlessly.
Whomever this was, he felt desperate. Someone, one of the other girls, Zoey’s previous performance, had already been working him, bringing him to the eager edge. He grunted, as he buried himself in Zoey, flattening himself onto her, his hands wrapping under her body and around her shoulders. He clung onto her, like he was afraid of being swept away, and his hips adjusted their position, stirring his cock inside of her. With his head beside hers, there was no room for Zoey to suck or lick, so Zoey reached her hands around him, and sank her fingernails into his back, moaning. Whomever it was, he was already grunting, working his hips, his thrusts short stabs, wounds inflicted on her wound, already eager and threatening to erupt at any moment.
Zoey groaned; all around her, in the darkness of the blindfold, she heard skin, and moaning, and wetness, and rubbing. A chorus of voices, raised in pleasure and desire. Zoey was cold, inside her; she was cold, but all around her, lovely warmth, and that warmth was pressing inside her, thrusting and urgent.
Other fingers – soft, feminine fingers – stroked over hers, encouraging her to sink her nails into his back. Zoey’s claws sank into the flesh of the man between her legs, spurring him onward. She bent at the knees, and locked her legs around his hips, and grunted, as she set her heels at the base of his spine, and pulled.
It was exactly what was needed.
Whomever he was, Zoey’s needful pull was enough, and he grunted, then roared, right beside Zoey’s ear, the sound of his climax flooding her mind. Zoey felt the flood of his seed, flowing into her, his cock pumping, and she squeezed, and coo’d, to encourage him to give her it all. His thrusting, wonderfully purposeful, hadn’t driven Zoey to her climax, but he’d provided wonderful charge and friction and anticipation, and she delighted the feeling of his cum inside her, and his panting on top of her.
He thrust twice more, but his cock was already going soft. Zoey wondered if this desperate thrusting had been his first performance of the evening. She groaned, breathing in deeply as his weight lifted from her; she ran her hands down his arms as his firm body pulled away; he felt limp, spent. Delightful.
The moment he was gone from between her legs, Zoey immediately felt herself pulled along the bed, her ass scooting over the sheets. She squeaked, laughing, excited to be pulled, her body commanded. Once she was further down the bed, whoever it was grabbed her by the waist, and the shoulder, and pulled on her, urging her onto her stomach.
No, not really. She was going to get on her stomach, but really, he was just urging Zoey’s ass into the air. That’s what he cared about, and the sensation of being set into position to be fucked caused Zoey to moan, her teeth nearly chattering in anticipation.
As Zoey flipped over, she felt a delightfully plush body moving against hers; this unseen body squirmed, maneuvering to get under Zoey; this soft body’s breasts, large and pliable, pressed against Zoey’s chest. She was larger – wider, broader of shoulder, taller, thicker – than Zoey. It was obviously Alice, and Alice spread her legs and let Zoey get comfortable on top of her, setting her up to use Alice’s hips to prop up her own, to give direct, downward, delightful access to herself to the man behind her. Zoey kept her knees together.
Zoey buried her face in Alice’s chest, hands squeezing at her full breasts, as the blonde giggled, but then Zoey’s head popped up, as the head of a delightful, full cock smoothly pressed deep down her cunt, as he buried his shaft in her wetness in one thrust.
“Fuck, that’s wet,” he moaned. Zoey couldn’t take all the credit. There were at least two loads in her already.
“Yeah I am. Push it all into me,” Zoey responded, partly muffled by Alice’s chest. She felt Alice’s fingers graze down her back, as Alice’s thick thighs squeezed Zoey’s legs together.
The image of Zoey’s pink, puffed and glistening, already-fucked, pussy, pinned between her petite legs, and her dancer’s legs pinned between Alice’s thick thighs, flickered through Zoey’s mind. Elegant. Artistic. She almost wished she could get a photo of it, have it painted. She could frame it, and hang it in her hallway, and see how long it took anyone to notice it hanging there, instead of the Georgia O'Keeffe.
The man behind her, however, didn’t seem as interested in the artistic qualities of Zoey’s honeypot as he was in the sensation of fucking it. His hands clutched at her hips, squeezing, as he thrust, thrust, thrust into Zoey.
Zoey grunted; the delectable force of his rhythmic thrusting had her bouncing on Alice’s body, and that had set Alice’s soft body to a delicious, rhythmic jiggling beneath Zoey. Alice’s ample breasts slapped the sides of Zoey’s face in sequence with the thrusts, and drew regular panting sounds from Alice’s throat. Alice clamped her arms on Zoey’s body, pressing the two of them together, and rocked her hips up in sequence to the needy thrusts; as if it was Alice’s cunt that this rigid and eager cock was doing its best to punish.
But it wasn’t, of course. It was Zoey’s cunt that was taking the punishment.
With her ass up, knees together, the downward-angled thrusts tested Zoey’s depth, and guttural groans were being stirred up in response. The cock was wonderfully rigid, hard as a post, and his hands were clenched at her hips, squeezing hard, leaving marks, desperately clinging to her, as if afraid she would try to escape, though she never, ever would.
“Oh, fuck, deep,” Zoey moaned, and Alice’s hands played in her hair, twisting her head up. Alice’s lips found hers; soft, pillowy, but her tongue was hungry, and she moaned into Zoey’s mouth. Zoey whimpered back into Alice’s mouth, as his strokes were at the perfect rhythm, matching the need inside Zoey, and she felt her cunt pumping, pulsing, pulling at him, encouraging, begging his cock.
“I’m gonna cum,” he threatened, his voice tense. Zoey raised her head, but of course, with the blindfold, she could not see. But she did not tilt her head, to be looking back at him; instead, she looked forward, to where she knew Alice’s face would be.
Zoey murmured, “Yes,” and he grunted in response, as Alice’s breath caught in her throat. “Cum inside me,” Zoey instructed. Zoey reached forward with her lips, and found Alice’s lower lip; she nipped, then bit, her sinking into Alice’s plump lower lip, and squeezed.
He didn’t need any further prompting. He pressed, and between his length, the downward angle, Alice’s hips, and the two earlier fuckings Zoey had taken, Alice’s soft lips and little kitten-tongue, and the sudden, hard slap to her ass -
Zoey came.
Her thighs shuddered, held in place by Alice; she squealed into Alice’s mouth. The cock inside her pumped rope after rope into her, and she felt like it was so much, imagining that it must be running down her legs. The climax moved through her in tectonic, destructive waves, and her body rippled in response. He broke her kiss with Alice to make a most un-ladylike, guttural grunt into the room; the climax came from her base, and pulsed up through her, a release of forces built up over the whole play session, and finally finding eruption to the surface.
From inside her cold room, Zoey could picture herself staring out a window at a wonderful, towering, blazing firestorm; the window radiated heat, and light; enough heat that her room wasn’t cold. For at least a few moments, for right now, the room wasn’t cold.
Well. Wasn’t as cold.
And that was better.
As her mind oozed back into her body, hands were stroking Zoey, appreciatively; women’s hands, but also those of many men. She was lying on her back, panting, as all these wonderful hands stroked her hair, her thighs, her sides, her breasts, her neck. She relaxed into all the hands, all the touching. Gradually, over what was probably five-ish minutes but felt like thirty, the hands all rubbed, and touched, and stroked, and let Zoey ease back into her body; the warmth in her quiet little room faded, bit by bit, but it still felt warmer than before. Gradually, pairs of hands moved off of her body, over time, until eventually they were all gone. Except for one set.
Alice’s lips pressed against Zoey’s collarbone, and her fingernails traced Zoey’s scalp. Gently, Alice tugged at the blindfold, and Zoey allowed its removal. Even in the low light, she blinked, taking a moment to take in the black-and-red room, and the four-post bed. She was mildly regretful that they hadn’t found time to use the pillories along the headboard or footboard. Sighing, she looked up at Alice’s brilliant blue eyes, her lips plumped, and a little blood on her lower lip. Zoey raised a hand up to graze it. “Oh, shit; sorry, I was -”
“No no,” Alice giggled. “It was fine. You were fine. Was … was that what you’d been looking for?”
Zoey stretched, considering the question; fatigue teased at her limbs, and her pussy had a dull ache; not from need, for once, but from satisfaction. Her skin tingled. Her jaw was sore. She was warm. “Oooh, yeah,” Zoey sighed, relaxing into the oversized mattress. Alice giggled again in response.
“Okay, good; I’m glad,” she sighed, running the back of her knuckles over Zoey’s cheekbones. “There’s towels, hot water – a shower – in my bathroom. I’ve got the others using the main baths, and the front door, and when you’re ready, you can leave out the side elevator. But take your time; there’s no rush.” Zoey stared a moment at Alice’s glittering eyes, then craned her neck, to kiss lightly at her breast, then lick her nipple, still drawing a little murmur from the woman. She nestled in, and Alice gave a quiet, “oh!”, as Zoey rested her head between her breasts. They lay there for a long moment, and Alice stroked Zoey’s back, in silence. They lay there long enough that the thought bubbled up for Zoey; do Madames live by the same rule as Disney performers – never broke a hug first?
“Thank you,” Zoey eventually murmured.
“Oh, sweetie,” Alice responded, with a sigh. “... anytime.”