He told me to wear the blindfold but wouldn’t say why. Just that I should be on the bed, on my knees, with nothing on. I was nervous and excited and already leaking when I heard the door open and two sets of footsteps.
“This is Kit,” he said, and his hand was in my hair. “Go ahead.”
I didn’t know the guy. That was the whole point. A stranger who answered on the app, who drove here, who was about to—
I felt him before I saw him. His cock against my ass, his hands finding my waist. Not gentle. Already taking. And I couldn’t see him, couldn’t see anything, just felt his weight behind me and his breath and the way his hands moved like he knew exactly what he was doing.
My boyfriend kept his hand in my hair. He didn’t say anything. Just watched.
The stranger pushed into me and it was so full and so raw and I was so exposed—kneeling naked in the dark, another man’s cock inside me, my boyfriend’s hand on my scalp like he was holding me in place for inspection—that I came almost immediately.
He didn’t stop. Just fucked through it, slamming into me hard, and I could hear my boyfriend breathing next to my ear. Could feel his grip on my hair tighten. The stranger came with a grunt that I’ll never know the face of, and I felt him pour into me.
He pulled out. I heard him cleaning up. Heard the door close.
My boyfriend pulled the blindfold off.
“Look at you,” he said.
I couldn’t speak. He was already getting hard again.
Never did find out the guy’s name.
