The first guy is very unsure at first. His hand on me is hesitant. The way he touches me is almost… soft. Like I’m fragile. Or he’s not quite into it, maybe. Every touch sends jitters through me. Even when he just touched my head.
“Hands and knees.”
His voice makes me shiver. It’s low and deep and sexy. I shift and get on my hands and knees, trying to position myself so my ass is facing the direction the voice came from. Ren’s hand touches mine for a second and I relax a little. He’s right here, where he promised he’d be.
The bed shifts behind me and I feel a hand on my ass. It’s still, with just his thumb moving along my skin. “Can I rub my dick on you?” he asks. “Without a condom? I’ll put one on before it enters.”
Anticipation makes my dick jump, and I nod.
“He’s already prepped for you,” Ren’s soft voice says. It’s grounding. Reminding me I’m safe.
Being blindfolded is odd. I feel both like I’m wildly flailing and disoriented and yet, I can feel everything a little more clearly than usual.
The man behind me nudges my knees wider and I shift to accommodate. Both of his hands are on my ass and spread my cheeks wide. I try not to groan, knowing he’s looking at my ass where I can feel the lube dripping. I may have used a lot. I wasn’t sure what kind of dicks I’d have, nor was I sure how much time they’d take to prep me.
Then I feel his finger press inside me and I shiver. I shiver a second time when his dick presses right below my hole and slides down to my taint, pressing just under my balls. I groan.
“Pretty hole,” he murmurs.
I begin to shake as his finger curls and presses against me. Heat rushes through my body, then he adds a second finger and I open my mouth to try to inhale deeper.
Cool lube is dropped onto the apex of my crack. It slithers down, making my body break out in chills.
Once more, the man spreads my knees wider, pressing a hand to my back. I arch for him, making sure he has a good angle to access my hole, lowering myself to my forearms so I’m practically a frog with my ass up.
Finally, I feel his cockhead press against my hole. Softly but firmly. I make sure I relax and he slides right in. A few inches and then he’s spreading me, stretching me. I groan and drop my head. My whole body adjusts to give him the right angle. A comfortable angle.
He presses in further. Deeper. Pulls out a bit, then he’s nearly poking me in my stomach. God, it feels good.
“So good,” he murmurs as he moves a hand to my ass. “Fuck, I’ve never felt someone so tight.”
“Doing good, Fel?” Ren asks.
I shiver and nod. Feels so good. When’s the last time I had sex? Was it with Daddy Del? I guess that wasn’t too long ago. It feels like ages, though. A lifetime.
“So good,” the man repeats. The tenor of his voice whispers inside me. He likes how I feel.
He starts moving for real now, his hands on my hips hold me where he wants me. I moan as he gains confidence. His cock is perfect. Big, but not huge. Fat, but not ass-splitting. It’s good. Very, very good. His hands tighten on my hips as he jerks inside me. My muscles flex, tightening around him.
“Fuuuucck,” he groans. “Squeeze me like that again.”
I do and feel him lean forward, his stomach to my lower back as he grips my shoulders and fucks me hard.
It’s all a mess of sensations after that. I can almost feel the stress of my life these past few weeks melting away. Falling, drip by drip, with every thrust. He’s not loud, but he’s also not a silent fucker either. Every eighth or ninth thrust, he’s telling me how good I feel. How much he enjoys my hole.
Knowing that he’s taking pleasure from me is the final release that allows me to shed the weight of the world around me and lose myself in the peace and gratification that sex brings me. Then I remember about those watching and waiting their turn. They’re ready to take pleasure from me.
It’s not quite the same as my fans. Not quite the same feeling.
But when this first man steps back—a man that Ren refers to as C—a new man called Z takes his place. He’s more talkative than C. His praise and satisfaction are more clear. Louder. Constant. It’s in those moments I realize that this feeling is parallel to my fans, but it might be better. I can hear their voices in real time, telling me some of the same things that my fans would.
I bet you feel good.
Big man and tight hole—you’d squeeze my dick real good.
This is surprisingly really sexy.
Z doesn’t keep me in one position. He starts with me on my hands and knees—okay, in the position that C left me in. But then I’m on my side, twisted so he can run his hand down my chest. Maybe look at me. He touches me everywhere except my aching dick.
