1. In The Dark


    Date: 10/19/2014, Categories: Group Sex, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    spicing things up, but… My husband actually drove me to the pick-up point, a spot by the railway where it skirted a semi run down industrial estate. There was already another car there, but I didn’t see any people. Dave made sure I was standing; I remember facing graffiti-covered concrete. I trembled when I heard the crunch of boot on gravel behind me. Then it all went dark. The blindfold applied, pulled tight. It became dark, so dark. A voice. “Right! We’ll take her from here!” Blindfold Club rules. Spouses must be separated when the Club is “in session”. I was placed in the back of a different car. Alone in the back, in the dark. The blindfold was unforgiving. The woman was driving. I know, because the man’s voice came from directly in front of me, on the passenger side. I gathered from their voices that they had some kind of Caribbean background, though they were obviously not married. Blindfold Club rules. Spouses must be separated when the Club is “in session”. They talked, but not to me. “Where should we take her?” the man asked. “I’m thinking…” The woman gave a slight giggle. “You know, at my initiation, I was thrown in at the deep end.” “You think that would be right for her?” “It was the right thing for me.” “But is it the right thing for her?” “It’s always the nervous ones who need it most.” That’s how it was. All night. People talking about me, never to me. No, people talking about me, never to me, unless they had some command for me; “Spread your legs!” or “Suck ...
    on it!” How could I have allowed it? How could my husband have allowed it? How could Dave have allowed my body to be used and debauched? How could I have allowed my skin to become smeared with debauchery; to reek of debauchery? How did we even find out about the Blindfold Club? I don’t remember. Not now. I feel myself begin to drift. I’m not quite awake, but nor am I fast asleep. If I could muster the energy, perhaps I could focus on nature or poetry or the housing problem; instead, only the recent past, only last night (assuming it is actually morning) has the power to flow aimlessly through my mind. I’m in another room. Loud music assails my ears. The music makes it hard to hear the voices. All is dark, but I am far from alone. I am bent forward, resting my hands on some kind of ledge. My skirt is up around my waste. A hard cock is in my pussy. Thrusting, thrusting. Fucking me so hard. My blouse is open. Hands are groping my tits. Fingers are toying with my swollen nipples. I am bent forward, resting my hands on some kind of ledge. My skirt is up around my waste. My pussy is stretched out by a thick cock. I am fucked hard. The thick cock uses me. A hand slaps my arse. I can just about hear myself squeal as my nipples are pinched. The thick cock fucks me, uses me, slams into my pussy. Liquid trickles down the insides of my thighs. Loud music assails my ears. I hear nothing else, but I feel it, the cock in my pussy, what is happening. It twitches hard, delivering spurt after ...
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