Not only do I not have reservations, my pussy is a wet, hot mess and I hope I haven’t soaked through my dress. I don’t want to explain that to the dry cleaner.
Jeff stands me up in front of the bed and places my hand on the chair. I appreciate that he offered the orientation. His body heat warms me from the side for a second before he moves away.
His footfalls find their way to the door. There’s a pause and a click then there are more footfalls before a voice not quite as low as Jeff’s says, “Getting started without us?”
“She asked to be blindfolded when she meets you.”
I’m not sure what to do. I don’t even know if they’re looking at me, although I’m sure they are. Can they tell my nipples are beaded? Is that really what I’m going to worry about? I smile.
The door clicks shut and I long for Jeff’s touch again, his protectiveness.
I lift a hand and grab a lock of my hair, twirling it around my fingers. It gives me something to relieve my nerves.
Footsteps approach, taking their place beside me. When a hand covers mine, I recognize it as Jeff’s. He pulls my fingers from my hair.
“Tabby, this is Bruce. Jeff lifts my hand, extending it until strong, thick fingers replace Jeff’s more normal-sized ones.
If Bruce’s hand is this big, should I be worried about the size of his cock? I question if I should take the blindfold off and examine the goods before I get myself in a bind but I love this unknown.
“Hi Tabby, Jeff didn’t do you justice. I’ll give the bastard credit for trying but you’re simply stunning. May I turn you around?” Bruce’s voice is decidedly low and gruff in contrast to Jeff’s voice which is not quite as low and is smoother.
He comes across as feral and I’m curious if he’ll be as rough-looking as I imagine when I finally see him. It sparks a craving in me, that he could be savage where Jeff is refined.
“Hi, Bruce.” I remove my other hand from the chair, holding it out to Bruce.” I’m all yours.”
There’s a groan from Jeff that eggs me on.
“I belong to all of you. Isn’t that how this works, Jeff?” I ask, finding this fantasy outlet liberating, but is it fantasy or is it normal for these guys?
Jeff grumbles agreement.
Bruce takes both of my hands and strokes my arms, reinforcing the enormity of his hands as they swallow my feeble limbs before coming to rest on my shoulders. With his hands comes an outdoorsy scent. In my mind, he’s a lumberjack but Bruce’s hands are nowhere near callus enough for that. Plus, Jeff already mentioned they run a security company together. I sense that he’s massive, his voice coming from above when he spoke. I can’t quite put words to it other than to say he’s a beast.
But he knows how to temper it because his touch is incredibly gentle and he spins me with such a delicate touch, it’s a request more than a demand.
Then I meet resistance as I’m turning, and stop. My back is to him and one of his hands grips my shoulder, trailing down my spine, and just when I think he’s going to grab my ass, he detours along my waist and slides both hands around my hips.
My body hungers to be engulfed by him, to know the physical safety of feeling small and protected in his arms.
He steps closer, his body against mine, and he’s every bit the giant I’d thought. Something touches the top of my head and I realize it’s his lips, a gentle kiss, his arms wrapping around my front.
“You’re going to fit just right Tabby don’t you worry. I’m going to give you to Malachi now but only so you can meet him before I sit you on my lap.”
My body tenses. Did Jeff tell him my request? My thoughts are cut off.
“Not tonight, Bruce,” Jeff’s tone is firm. Whatever their relationship is, size doesn’t intimidate Jeff. His possessive nature knots my core tighter. I want to be owned by him, and I suspect all three of them, if my initial reaction is to be trusted.
“I only said sit.” Bruce lifts his hands, spins me back around so I’m facing him and the other guy who I sense is a few feet away based on small rustling sounds. Jeff is sort of between us and moves away presumably making room for Malachi but Bruce presses a finger to my lips. He’s not quite done with me.
I kiss it then channel my boldness and tease it with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth.
His laugh is a rumble. This is too easy. I chuckle to myself as if I’ve done anything more than dip my toes in the pool.
“Are you trying to get me in trouble?” Bruce asks?
I slip off his finger, letting my lips smack with a pop as he breaks free.
He lifts one of my hands, extending it to the side, and almost instantly, I’m in Malachi’s hands. He’s thinner, his fingers are long and lean and he has a commanding presence. His touch is distinctly different than the first two, it’s like he’s holding something precious. Nice.
He exudes all of the determination and power the other two men had, and also the respect for me.
“Tabby, I’m Malachi, it’s my honor to meet you.” His smooth voice offers an introduction. “Bruce is right, Jeff couldn’t have explained properly how perfect you are.”
“I haven’t done anything yet.” It’s intimidating to be considered perfect.
“My dick’s already hard.” He lowers my hand, pressing it into his rock-solid erection.
Holy cow, that’s going to feel good. I can’t believe he’s that turned on already.
He pulls my hand up, holding it between his. “Sure, the blindfold’s hot, but knowing you haven’t seen us and you’re going to let us play is incredibly erotic. But Jeff’s right. You’re perfect.”
“He said that?” I accidentally say it out loud.
Jeff answers, “I did. I don’t know why Bruce thinks I didn’t say enough. Maybe he doesn’t understand the meaning of perfect.”
Malachi’s hand lifts mine, repositioning so that our fingers interlace and his other hand does the same. I imagine dancing with him, and since it’s a fantasy world I run with the idea of having enough energy to dance.
My legs are too weak to move though and my breaths are shallow. My skin tingles. Will he kiss me? Am I crazy for doing this?
He steps forward, naturally pressing my hands backward which forces my arms along with them and I’m instantly exposed with the motion. My breasts thrust out and the slight shift tightens the dress around my chest.
At the last moment, when I’m expecting the pressure of his body against mine, Malachi stops. Heat consumes me and I’m curious how soon I’ll be naked. How long before my nipples will be free and one or two of these men will take them? Will the third one watch? Will he find a different part of me to pleasure?
I’m sure I’ll end up with someone in my mouth…Bruce might be easier there. But if I’m only going to do this once, I’m not going to be too picky. Is that wrong? Why do I think of these real men as fantasies? This isn’t new to them.
The angle of our hands shifts and hot breath warms the swell of my breasts.
“Please.” I catch myself begging.
“Please what, Tabby?” Malachi asks.
“Please kiss them.”
There’s a pause as his hot breath angles away before it returns, quickly followed by a kiss.
More kisses trail from my cleavage outward and he licks his way back across the top then does the same to the other side.
“More?” he asks.
“Yes, please.”
A finger hooks into the center of my dress, pulling it down, rubbing the fabric of my bra over my nipples, making me squirm with even more need.
Malachi’s head drops into my cleavage, nudging the fabric out of the way.
My breasts pop free and my nipple is warmed by his tongue.
“May we take your dress off?” Jeff asks, his voice mere inches from my ear, shocking me that I hadn’t noticed he’d come closer.
“Yes.” I try to take inventory of where everyone is but I’m in a whirlwind of contact as Malachi works my breasts and an arm reaches around me to get to my zipper.
Malachi still has one of my hands in his and he tightens his grip. It’s like he’s keeping me to himself and I shudder at the thought of being the woman three men desire.
I squeeze my thighs together as the urgency between my legs becomes nearly unbearable. The cool air of the room washes over my skin, increasing my vulnerability as my dress is opened.
Malachi’s hand releases me and his nimble fingers reach inside the top of my clothes, guiding the fabric over my arms. It easily falls to my waist and my bra is a mess, leaving my breasts exposed on top of it.
Bruce steps behind me, his huge hands covering my shoulders, before he drags them down my back, catching my strapless bra and unhooking it.
His hands return to me quickly, having discarded the bra.
His large fingers play on my back before sliding around, cupping my breasts, making my more than ample bosom oddly small but he doesn’t seem to mind. A growl validates my comparison of him to a beast like a big, burly bear.
Malachi is working the dress over my hips.
He helps me step out, guiding each foot carefully back to the ground.
I don’t have defined calves yet he cradles my legs with reverence, trailing his fingers slowly.
“You’re scent already has me addicted, Tabby,” Malachi rubs his nose against my panties, pressing my wetness into me. Then, through the fabric, he dips his tongue in the exact right spot to stimulate my clit, sending me into fits as I wobble in the heels.
It’s too much with Bruce massaging my breasts, his body towering overe mine. I don’t know where Jeff is, but the way the two men covet me, leaves me feeling protected.
“Enough,” Jeff states. Hands linger on my body even as I can feel the men pulling away. They hang on to that last second of contact and I welcome it.
Seconds pass before I’m standing alone, arms reach behind me, and Jeff scoops me up.
Malachi removes my shoes and the slight chuckle inside of me notes that Bruce would have been hard-pressed to undo the tiny buckles.
Jeff’s suit presses into my skin and it occurs to me that I’m the only one naked. All I have left are my panties before I’ll be bare.
I swing my arms around his neck, hungry for his kisses. His tongue thrusts into my mouth as I’m cradled in front of him. This is the comfort zone I’ve already become used to but he’s right, the group thing is very promising.
Pressure against my sex from below emphasizes how drenched my panties are before a finger tucks inside the fabric and brushes over my wet heat. It’s Bruce taking advantage of the way Jeff is holding me.
My body twitches with each swipe.
“Tabby’s ready for some fun.” he growls.
My fingers are laced in Jeff’s hair, my mouth too busy to answer.
I manage, “Uh-huh.”
Sound from across the room hints that Malachi is undressing.
Bruce slips his finger inside of me and my body clamps around him, more of a just the tip kind of thing but with the size of his finger, it’s noteworthy. And he must be unfastening his pants with his other hand because I hear the zipper then fabric slipping to the floor and being kicked to the side.
“Lay her down so we can all play,” Malachi says.
Jeff turns and Bruce’s finger slips out, leaving me sad for the loss. I won’t want for long though as I’m gently lowered onto the mattress, sure to get more than a finger fuck.
The blindfold was a good call. I wouldn’t have been able to look at three men ready to devour my body but I’m desperate to discover the intensity of being fully, intensely satisfied.
The bed dips on the far side of me while lean fingers remove my panties. Everything Malachi does makes me feel precious as if he would drop to his knees and worship me but his hunger is no less evident. He grabs my knees, thrusting them to either side, baring me to him, to all of them, but I’m pretty sure it’s his mouth who claims me before I’m worshipped with all of their hands.
So much touch. My taut nipples being rolled through fingers and sucked by a mouth send zings of electricity to my expertly licked clit. Hands trail through my hair, grip my thighs, kisses are on both sets of my lips…my entire body is going to climax.
My clit throbs and begs and swells under his tongue.
He’s moved a finger inside of me, stroking my G spot. How many orgasms will I be able to handle? I hope I can last.
The bed shifts again, kisses withdrawing before I hear the zipper of someone’s pants, it has to be Jeff. In a second his cock taps my lips and my tongue darts out, getting a chance to lick his strained tip with each bounce.
My orgasm builds but I don’t want to do this alone. I want one of them to come.
I wrap a hand around Jeff’s girth pulling him into my lips then lift my head and suck him, hollowing my cheeks as if my life depends on it, renewing my efforts each time Malachi takes me to a new level and my gasp makes me lose suction. The guys laugh so I roll with it.
I’m impossibly comfortable with them, already considering that I might be game for hanging out with them again. Once won’t be nearly enough.
Bruce’s mouth is on my nipple and it’s possible there’s too much pleasure. Then I lose control. My knees tighten around Malachi’s head while my hips buck into his face and my hand is in his hair, the combination forcing him into the exact right position while my world is blown apart by the orgasm.
The bliss fades or maybe I’m regaining consciousness, I’m not sure where my mind went, but I’ve never orgasmed that hard. Jeff’s cock is still in my mouth but he’s pumping easier while I get my bearing. He pulls out and taps his dick on my lips.
“You ready for me, Pussy Cat?” Jeff asks and any inkling of reservation I had about being watched is gone.
“Yes,” I make my best effort to respond but my body and mind are spent.
The bed shifts as everyone withdraws then a cock prods at my entrance.
Jeff is the only one touching me. I’m exposed and I don’t care. Quite the contrary, I love being worshipped.
He teases his tip back and forth over my clit, creating the swirls of a new orgasm deep inside.
My breaths come between kisses when he leans over me.
“Are you ready for all of us? I’ll be in your pussy, but they’ll join in.” Jeff asks.
“I want all of you.”
Bear, I mean Bruce’s growl of a voice says, “I’m going to shoot my load on your tits while he’s fucking you. I’m not going to mark you on the inside tonight but you’re going to wear my scent.”
“Okay,” I say, second-guessing that I should have a sexier response than simple agreement. I reach a hand toward him, dragging it over his massive thigh. It sounds like he’s stroking himself and I let him own it since the less animalistic voice of Malachi distracts me.
“This is my fucking mouth, Tabby.” A finger brushes my lips. “You’re going to swallow my cum, drink all that milky goodness up like a good little pussy cat.”
I lick my lips. How can I return to my world after this? My orgasm is dangerously close to breaking free with their dirty talk. Eager to dive into this fantasy, I add, “I’m ready.”
Strong thrusts as Jeff buries himself inside of me are met with groans and growls emanating from everywhere. For a second, I’m protected by Jeff with his body still on mine.
My fingernails dig into Bruce’s thigh as Jeff fills me. There’s no doubt they’re watching. I can’t believe how turned on I am. I want it all…their hands, their mouths, their cocks. I want more than a fantasy. I want them.
Have I unknowingly needed three guys to complete me?
Jeff lifts from my chest, giving everyone access to my body.
Malachi’s thumb breaches my lips, catches on the top of my teeth, and tucks my chin down. As his erection stretches my mouth, I learn his salty taste, then he plunges deep into my throat. I wrap my arm around his leg and grab his ass, savoring the flex of his muscles with every thrust. When we coordinate our rhythm and I suck hard, he swells. He’s as close as I am.
But I’m still dying to know if Bear’s cock is as big as the rest of him. I lift my hand from his leg and the sound of stroking stops before my wrist is encircled by his large hand.
“Don’t worry Pussy Cat. When it’s my turn I’ll be gentle.” He places my hand on his steel rod of a cock.
Holy fuck! Will that fit inside of me? I can’t quite wrap my fingers around it which only makes me hornier if that’s even possible. I’m tempted to rip my blindfold off but succumb to the abandon. My mouth waters around a dick and my pussy spasms around a cock.
Bear’s hand guides mine for a moment. It’s insanely seductive to be shown what he wants.
I’m going to let go. I don’t have much choice. I’m on the edge and all three men are pushing me over. Moans rip from me as I clamp around Jeff’s erection.
Bear’s growls are strained as rope after rope of hot cum hit my chest. I drift in and out of the moment. His hand has left mine and he’s massaging my breasts with the slippery load of his release.
“Fuck,” Malachi says and a slight interruption in rhythm lets me know he’s about to climax before he shoots into my mouth. I take it, swallowing, sucking, swallowing, sucking until his thrusts stop and his hand gently brushes my forehead, stilling me. His cock is still hard in my mouth and I tease every last drop from him until he pulls out, letting his cock drag on my cheek while Jeff finishes.
Thrusting harder and faster, Jeff rocks my body back and forth, his release sending me into another orgasm as he pistons.
I’m blindfolded but my entire world goes blank as the release explodes inside of me. He pumps as his warm cum spills out, coating my ass until we’re just lying there.
Then I drift through the tender caresses from all directions, the scent of so much sex, and the absolute fullness I’m experiencing in every way.
Jeff slumps over me as the other men reposition, both resting on the bed next to us. I can no longer make out the differences where one man ends and the other begins, or even where I end and begin. We’re one. We’re whole.
I’d heard of a reverse harem but never thought I’d experience one. So many bodies. So much contact. And if I’m not wrong, so much love. Am I foolish to think it’s more than a kink they wanted to try? Will I ever be the same?
Jeff lifts off of me, everyone planting kisses before moving away, which takes a minute because there are so many parts of me that are kissable. Without seeing their movements, I’m tickled by each unexpected contact.
“I better get you home, Pussy Cat. I know you need your rest and this was a big night,” Jeff says.
I want to sink into the bed, stay lost in the moment forever but he’s right, I need to rest after this. If I stay, I’m going to want more.
“I’ll take your blindfold off.” Malachi reaches around my head.
“Wait. Is it weird if I want to stay in the moment?”
“Not at all but if you stay sprawled and naked, I’m going to beg you to give me a turn in your pussy. If you need rest, we better go.” Bear’s low voice informs me.
“Will you dress me and carry me to the car?” I ask, hoping I’m not taking the kink too far.
“With the blindfold on?”
“It’s not that I don’t want to see you. It was just so amazing, I’m not ready to face the real world.”
The men comply with my request, cleaning me up first. It’s kind of funny and awkward having someone else dress me especially when it’s three guys and one of them has hands that aren’t meant to do certain small tasks like hooking my bra. Getting it off was much easier.
But they get it done and it’s a light moment for us to end the evening on, full of happiness on top of everything else they gave me. Part of my life has been given back as I now know I can do something enjoyable.
Jeff carries me out of our room, into the club and I pray that all of the patrons adhere to the rules of no kink-shaming. Three men and a blindfolded woman can’t be an everyday sight.
I’m cradled into Jeff, breathing in the scent of all three men, and their different touches continue to flit through my mind.
If my memory serves me correctly, we should be near the exit. Other voices come and go but I don’t process much other than this beautiful world of sensation. Club Sin might be the key to finding happiness.
A guy calls out Malachi’s name and he excuses himself but plants a kiss on my head before leaving.
“I’ll get the door,” Bear says and the heat of his body moves away from me. It’s just me and Jeff.
“That was amazing,” a voice says, and I couldn’t agree with the words more but it pulls me back to reality, creating unease. Do I recognize the voice from the calls? I can’t freak out every time I’m with Jeff. And I can’t freak out in Club Sin. The ink is still wet on my membership. I have to keep my cool until I’m sure.
A woman’s voice comes from the same location. “I can’t wait to find out all of your kinks.”
“You will.” It’s so little to go on but it has to be Creeper Guy.
The cocoon of my fantasy world no longer protects me as adrenaline spikes through my body. I tighten an arm around Jeff’s neck and remove my blindfold with the other hand. No one’s between us and the door that’s being held open by a man who must be Bear but that’s where the voices had come from. Am I paranoid?
I’m vulnerable, curling into Jeff’s chest. I’m not even certain who I was in the room with. Other people are nearby and one might be Malachi but I don’t know where he went. How can I trust anything I’m seeing? Should I say something?
Jeff holds me tighter and stops. “I thought you wanted to keep the blindfold on?”
How can I be sure it’s the same voice with so few words? I’d recognize him if I saw him.
“Did someone just leave?” I ask Bear without confirming he’s the guy who just jizzed on me. It’s him. I sense it. And if I wasn’t panicked, I’d be drooling over how thick he is.
“Yeah,” he says, his brow furrowed.
“Take me outside,” I demand, not wanting to leave the safety of Jeff’s arms.
The coolness of the night prickles my skin and I glance around. My eyes attempt to readjust to the dark and I can’t make out anyone in the parking lot.
“What’s wrong Tabby?” Jeff’s voice is tense and Bruce stands close, sandwiching me.
What will they do if I tell them Creeper Guy might have been here? And what if I’m wrong?
“I heard a voice.”
“The guy who calls you at work?” Jeff nods to the side and Bear takes off toward the corner of the building.
“Maybe. I’m not sure. Just take me home please.”
“You’re shaking. Tabby, we’ll protect you.”
I am shaking. No point trying to deny my unease.
A car speeds from the far end of the parking lot to the road but I can’t get a good look. I cringe at the possibility it’s Creeper. Do I have a stalker? Am I about to accuse an innocent man of something?
I’m too worried and confused.
Bruce returns to us. “He was already pulling out.”
“Set me down.” I peck Jeff’s cheek to reassure him but he doesn’t buy it.
When I’m on my feet, Bruce wraps me in his jacket. It hangs on me and I have to hold it closed as I explain the caller and the possible sightings to Bruce.
“It could have just been a similar voice,” I add.
Bear grumbles. “That fucker. I held the door open for a guy who meets your description. I’ll find him.”
“Don’t do anything rash. I’d have to see him to be sure, but he hasn’t done anything to me.”
“He scared you.” Bruce’s statement is so definitive.
What lengths will they go to protect me? Is there more to this lifestyle than I’m ready for? I’m intimidated by the possibility they’ll circumvent the cops.
“Let law enforcement handle it.”
“If they get to him first.”
The feral nature I’d sensed in Bruce has simmered to the surface. I’m not sure I’m ready for this kind of intensity.
“I’ll talk to the cops. Just take me home.”
