By Elle Buchanan
When Mia was little, she loved to play games like Pin the Tail on the Donkey and Blind Man’s Bluff. There was something so fun about being blindfolded and having to find her way around. Lost in complete darkness, she had to rely on her other senses to guide her to the prize. She grew up, never forgetting how liberating it felt to be blindfolded. She went about her daily life, dated guys, had sex, always sensing that something was missing. She loved sex, always craved it, wanted it more than guys could give her. More often than not, she was left unsatisfied.
She met Jim at an out of town conference for work. She was sitting at the bar, nursing her cocktail when he slid on the stool next to her, throwing her a charm smile that made her blush to her toes. There was no pretence; both of them knew exactly what they wanted. A quick, anonymous fuck to help them survive the rest of the mind-numbing seminars.
After another drink, she decided enough was enough and leaned over to whisper her room number to him before slinking away, well aware that his eyes were watching the deliberate sway of her hips.
She had just made it into the elevator, when he was behind her, pressing her against the wall as the elevator doors closed behind them. Before she could turn around, she was abruptly stopped by him.
“Stay there and close your eyes.” He whispered, turning and punching an elevator button.
She felt his fingers graze her shoulder lightly and she shivered. She wanted his hands all over her, and she had brief vision of pressing the stop button, ripping off her skirt and having him fuck her hard against the wall, his cock thrusting in and out of her madly.
He moved from her shoulder to the nape of her neck and she let out a soft sigh as he curled a strand of her hair around his fingers.
The second the doors slid open, he grabbed her hand, leading her down the hallway to his room. Her pussy was wet with anticipation, their little game in the elevator turning her on more than she believed possible. She walked through the door behind him and put her purse on the chair. Turning, she watched as he stalked towards her, taking off his tie and discarding it on the bed.
When he reached her, he pulled her flush against him, his tongue tangling with hers as their hands frantically explored each other’s bodies. She unfastened several of his shirt buttons allowing her access to the broad planes of his chest. The smallest touch of bare flesh and it wasn’t nearly enough. “Want to play?” he murmured huskily into her ear as his hand traveled under her shirt, his light caress cool against her heated skin.
She nodded. She didn’t even care what game it was, she was in. He moved away from her, reaching for the tie he had abandoned. When she saw his taunting grin, she felt the playing field shift under her feet. “Shut your eyes.” He commanded and a bolt of heat hit her core, spreading out through her flushed body. She did as she was told and waited. She heard the faint rustle of fabric, the teasing rasp of a zipper and then there was nothing but silence. Tilting her head slightly, she tried to sense him but she couldn’t. It was like he left the room.
But then she felt it.
The soft silk of his tie slowly slipping over her eyes and around her head. He deftly knotted it tightly and moved away again. It felt strange to have her eyes open but to see no light. She could hear the rustle of the fabric as it moved against her but nothing else. She cocked her head in anticipation, her ears straining to hear something, anything that would signal where he was. Her body, only slightly aroused before, was now hot with desire and she quivered at the thought of his touch on her body. Left alone, she could only wait, not caring where he touched her as long as he did. Soon. She let out a breath, trying to prepare herself for his approach.
And then from the void came a slight pressure against her inner calf, tickling her skin lightly. She sighed as his fingers curved knowingly over her leg, moving down to take off her right shoe. He did the same with the other, the lovely thrill of his hands along her bare skin making her infinitely glad she hadn’t worn pantyhose. She wiggled her toes, glad to be released from those tight shoes, her feet sinking into the carpet. He moved slowly up her legs, coming to rest at her inner thighs and she released a low, throaty groan.
Her pussy was right there for the taking and she reached down and threaded her fingers through his hair, urging him upwards. It was a strange feeling. Reaching for him when she couldn’t see him, feeling the soft threads of his hair through her finger tips She heard him chuckling at her impatience, but any retort was forgotten when he moved his hands up to her hips, lifting the skirt and revealing her panties. In the darkness, she was left to imagine what he was seeing, the contrast of black lace against white skin, the dampness of the fabric that revealed her response to his unseen stare. Leaning forward, he blew slightly on her underwear, the gentle contact causing her hips to buck forward, anxious for more.
“Steady now.” He said.
She didn’t want to be steady. She wanted to shove his face into her cunt and have him drink the juices that were currently seeping down her thighs.
But he had other ideas.
She felt him begin to unbutton her blouse, his hot breath blowing across her face. She had men undress her before, but never like this. Her senses were heightened and she could feel the light fabric of the blouse brush her skin as he slipped it off her. Then came the curve of his fingertip along the edge of her bra. The sensation was almost too much. Never again would she take for granted the feel of lace against the skin. He removed her bra and her breasts tumbled out, heavy with desire.
And yet he didn’t say anything. Did he like her? Think she was ugly? There was no way for her to tell. The answer came a few seconds later when he took one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking on the nipple hard as he disposed of her skirt. She felt his tongue along every bump and ridge, her nipple growing harder. She felt a brush of fabric against her and she realized that while she was fully naked, he was still dressed.
She felt exposed and raw and she loved it.
Feeling him push her back gently, her legs hit the edge of the bed and she lay down, instinctually drawing her legs up. She imagined what her pussy looked like for him, open and pink and wet, ready for whatever he was going to do.
Her hands remained up by her head although she had a strong desire to run them down her body, touch her pussy for a little bit of relief.
She was panting now at the thought of his tongue against her and beneath the silken blindfold, she squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation.
A minute went by but it felt like an hour. All she could hear was his steady breathing and she started to squirm on the bed.
“Please.” She said, arching her hips up. “Please.”
Suddenly, he grabbed her thighs, and pushed her hips down, thrusting his tongue in her at the same time. God, it felt so good. Wet, hot heat pulsing from her core, beating in time with his tongue. Letting out a moan, her body move of its own volition as he continued to tongue fuck her, finally moving his lips up and latching on to her clit.
“Oh god.” The words slipped from her mouth as he continued his torture, the added element of his head brushing against the side of her thighs inciting her even more.
She felt her orgasm surge within her, uncoiling from her belly and she reached down, tangling her fingers in his hair as he continued to lick her pussy.
He was teasing her, burying his tongue in deep and then pulling entirely away. He licked along her lips, before finally sucking and nibbling at her clit. She could feel him moving his head back and forth as if he was burying himself inside her.
Part of her wanted to remove the blindfold and see him with his head between her legs, feasting on her like a man dying of starvation. But the other part loved the blindfold, loved feeling out of control. It was that thought that sent her spiralling over the edge, her orgasm shattering through her like broken glass, infecting every part of her body, causing her legs to shake and her heart to pound so hard it was the only thing she heard.
He continued to suck her, lapping up her pussy juice as she screamed, her body thrusting at him madly. She bucked her hips repeatedly as pleasure bolted through her like a live wire, never slowing, never ceasing, until finally, finally, the pulses in her body slowed as she desperately tried to catch her breath. She squeezed her eyes shut, desperate to hold on to the last vestiges of her orgasm before they drifted from her body.
Letting her arms fall to her sides, she sagged into the bed as he moved from between her legs. Then she felt his lips on hers and she arched into him, kissing him hungrily, loving the taste of her cum on his lips.
She ran her hand down his chest to his cock, reaching for it and stroking it hard. It was large and thick and as her hands trailed up his shaft, she had a desire to wrap her lips around it, wondered if he would make the same noises she did. Pushing him off her, she made her way down his body, using her hands as guidance, her fingers finally curling around his thick cock. She felt him lie back on the bed and she gave a little smile. Now it was his turn.
She took him into her mouth, shallow at first, swirling her tongue around his tip and teasing him. She tasted his precum and drank it up, licking her lips and lowering her head for more. Soon she was swallowing him, his cock bumping against the back of her throat.
She loved sucking cock. But not being able to see what she was doing made it so much better. Her mouth slid up and down his shaft as her hand stayed clasped at the bottom. Moving it slightly she searched out his balls, cupping them and rolling each one in her hand as she discovered it. That’s what it felt like. Like she was an adventurer, an explorer out to discover the mysteries of his beautiful cock. Stroking him with her tongue as she moved him in and out of her mouth, she couldn’t help but reach down with her hand and touch her soaking wet pussy. She could picture so clearly in her head how he was going to fuck her and it spurred her on.
She barely had time to imagine the rest of her fantasy when his hands pulled her away roughly and flipped her over. He entered her in one quick thrust and she saw stars underneath her eyelids. Bright, big ones that seemed to pulse in rhythm with his smooth, quick strokes. She felt her muscles clench around his cock and when she heard him groan, she did it again, excited that she had a small measure of control over him. She was so aroused, more than she had ever been in her life. She loved the feel of his cock in her, she felt full beyond her limit and yet she still wanted more.
He thrust in and out of her, so deep, and she wrapped her legs around him and begged him for more. With the blindfold on, she could feel him all around her. It was like she was being fucked from every possible angle. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once; his lips went from her mouth to her nipples to her throat and back again. She tossed her head back and forth, with nowhere to direct her attention. He was everywhere.
She was fevered; blood was pounding in her eyes and as her body trembled and quaked, preparing to unleash yet another mind blowing orgasm.
“Fuck me.” She moaned, as her hands clawed at his back, trying get in control but failing miserably. He thrust into her hard again and she came in an instant. It was like her body was ripping apart from pleasure. She was no longer attached to her body; her orgasm was penetrating her from everywhere like she was being fucked by twenty guys instead of one. She felt his cum spurting inside of her, and her orgasm peaked again, causing a toneless cry to escape her lips.
Gripping him tightly, she pressed her blindfolded face into his neck as he sank down on top of her, panting heavily. She felt every contour of every muscle as he lay pressed against her and she had the fleeting desire to remain that way forever. It was quiet for a moment; the only sound their rapid breathing. Then she felt his hand graze her face and the blindfold was gone although her eyes were still squeezed shut. Opening them slowly, she blinked several times, allowing her eyes to adjust to the light. Finally she looked up at him, with what she assumed as a look of utter awe on her face. Never, never had it been like that. “So?” he questioned.
“Perfect.” She replied, smiling.
Yes, she loved to play games.