The Blindfold Game - Sex Stories

The Blindfold Game

... “Oooh, you love it when I suck your balls, don’t you? You heard what she said, fuck her harder!” My eyes, widened. Was he having a Sunday morning threesome? The door hung open, almost invitingly, and I took a few steps forward and pressed myself against the wall, and looked inside. There was a petite and curvy brunette on her knees on the bed, lurching forward. Her hands were clasped together and had been bound by one of Ryder’s ties. They were fastened to a rung on his wooden headboard, keeping her slightly off balance as she struggled to absorb the heavy thrusts as Ryder pounded her hard from behind. I could hear the loud slapping of his hips against her ass as he fucked her, making her heavy breasts bounce together from the force of his movements. Ryder’s hands were gripping her hips, leaving red marks in their wake, interspersed with the occasional heavy handed slap against her ass. “You fucking like that, don’t you?” From my vantage point I could almost see the beads of sweat on his forehead and the snarl of his smile as he continued the steady quick thrusts. My eyes then continued further down the length of this sordid scene until I could just make out the a spill of black hair just behind him, and a small pair of hands on his ass, while the second girl steadied herself to the rhythm of his thrusts while she eagerly dove into the core of their sex, sucking his pussy-soaked balls, and then diving in to get a lick of his slippery wet cock as it slid in and out. “How ...

... does she feel, baby? You like fucking my best friend, don’t you?” My eyes widened. I recognized the voice immediately. It was Sabrina, Ryder’s latest girlfriend. They had been dating for a few months, and I had grown used to seeing her around the house. I had always suspected her to be a wild girl, but I was still amazed as I watched the scene unfold. I could feel the stirrings immediately, making me feel wet in response to seeing such hot lusty fucking in such an unexpected way. I wanted to move, but somehow I couldn’t. I felt almost in a daze; utterly transfixed and unable to turn away. My nerves were on edge in an unexpected way. I had never watched people have sex before, and certainly not this kind of sex. I quickly realized that the one threesome I’d been involved in during spring break was rather tame in comparison. It had been awkward, and alcohol infused. This seemed very lucid, and very primal. There was an aggressive sexuality about all of them that had me instantly and unexpectedly aroused. It was against my better judgment. But I was paralyzed by the moment, torn by my intentions to be a good girlfriend, and conversely by the darker desires I obviously had not yet resolved. I realized I was still naked beneath my robe, and I pressed myself against the wall, unconsciously sliding my hand down, and then up and under my short robe. My fingers ran over my smooth pussy lips. It was still swollen with the remains of Marc’s cum from earlier that morning, and now was I was ...