A continuation from their dinner out, Nick has a very sexy surprise waiting for Alexa but she can’t see what it is through the blindfold…

The Dinner Dates Part 1 (Introduction)

The Dinner Dates: Appetizers (MF)

Alexa tried to move and failed. Her arms were above her head, locked together, and to the bedframe. The cold metal of the handcuffs against her skin gave her goosebumps. As did the cold air on her naked flesh.

Where is he? I need it.

Alexa could see a crack of light at the edge of the blindfold. The light in the room was dim, probably from a bedside lamp. Besides that, there was only darkness.

She squeezed her legs together. She was cold and horny. She felt the wetness between her thighs as she did, sighing slightly with desire. Her movements made the handcuffs clink, the only sound in the room.

Alexa moved her thighs together, as if trying to will the vibrator that was inside her at dinner back into her.

I need it so fucking bad. Where’s Nick?

She licked her lips and tasted the trace of Nick’s load on them. She felt a tingle of desire rise up her spine. Her pussy ached with lust, to be filled, used, had. She tried to separate her hands and failed.

Holy shit he’s got me cuffed in tight. No wonder he didn’t do my legs; I can’t fuckin move anyways. Wait, was that the front door?

She laid in silence, but the only sound she could hear was her heartbeat in her ears. Waiting.

The clink of glasses, and a low pop echoed from the kitchen.

Prosecco? He is taking is time, the bastard’s enjoying how desperate I am for him. Wait? Is that? Is he alone?

The bedroom door creaked open. Footsteps walked into the bedroom. Alexa could feel the presence of someone standing by the bed. The clunk of the bottle being put down on a dresser echoed in the silence.

Fuck me Nick or whoever you are, just fuck me now. Take me. Do anything.

But still she waited. Her pussy ached with desire. The cold air on her skin contrasted with the hot flush she felt on her face.

“You can do anything you want to her,” came Nick’s voice, rough, and assertive. Alexa’s pulse quickened and her heart felt like it would jump out of her chest.

Alexa felt a hand on her ankle. It brushed lightly up her leg, warm and small. She felt the long fingernails on her flesh.

A woman? Chantelle maybe?

Alexa’s legs opened as the hand continued up her leg.

“See? Such a whore,” commented Nick, “bet she’s wet for you too.”

I am, like your whore should be.

The hands slid upward further. Their touch was light, and delicate. Alexa’s pulse was hammering by the time the fingers made it to her upper thigh. Alexa felt goosebumps spread across her.

The third’s fingers gently parted her labia and one penetrated her, causing her to moan loudly.

“Wet little slut alright,” came Chantelle’s voice, as she fingered her, “moaning like a whore for me.”

“She’s our whore to fuck Chantelle,” said Nick, his voice held an edge to it. “Do anything you want to her.”

He’s telling her that for me. He wants me to know.

Chantelle withdrew her fingers. She noisily sucked one, making sure Alexa could hear her do it. Then Chantelle walked around to stand beside the bed, and she pushed her wet middle finger into her mouth.

Alexa sucked the finger like a cock, tasting herself on it, all the while mentally begging for it to come back. Instead, Chantelle started exploring her breasts. She squeezed, each in turn, massaging her soft tits and tweaking her hardening nipples.

“Ohhh fuck,” moaned Alexa when Chantelle took her right nipple in her mouth and sucked.

“Who the fuck said you can talk, whore,” said Nick viciously. She heard a zip of his jeans fly. He grabbed chin with one hand, making her jaw open and pushed his cock roughly into her mouth.

His cock was hot in her mouth. Her lips wrapped around the veiny skin, his circumcised head on her tongue, thrusting into her mouth. Then fingers, Chantelle’s, were on her, pushing inside her. She gagged on the hardness pushing down her throat.

He withdrew his cock, and she reached for it instinctively with her mouth.

“Cock hungry,” he chuckled, sliding the tip of his cock along her lips, leaving a trail of precum on them.

Give it back, shove it down my throat, OH FUCK!

Chantelle’s tongue slid inside her. She moaned aloud, and as she did so, Nick shoved his cock into her open mouth. Nick’s cock was hard musky in her mouth. She tongued the salty pre-cum off the tip as he thrust. He grunted with pleasure when Alexa moaned around him from the tongue-fucking she was receiving.

The cock pulled out of her mouth. She heard Nick say something and the tongue fucking slowed to a stop.

No! I want more.

Alexa waited, quivering with desire while something was whispered between the other two. It felt like eternity. Her body was desperate for someone’s touch. She’d do anything for it, let them do anything to her. A giggle broke the silence.

She felt the bed creak next to her head, then the other side. Warm, humid, and musky, a pussy pressed down on her lips. She started licking, as Chantelle moved on her, moaning. Alexa felt her short pubes on her nose each time she gyrated.

Alexa was in total sensory isolation, unable to see and her hearing muffled by Chantelle’s legs. She licked eagerly at her clit, as Chantelle rode her face. She was hot and wet. Alexa felt a hand, coarse and rough, on her thigh. Her man’s hand, no doubt. A finger pushed inside her, then withdrew.

Chantelle moaned, and arched her back, giving Alexa the best access to her clit. She licked and sucked greedily, all the while feeling the hand on her go lower. Nick’s finger, slippery with Alexa’s cum, slowly circled the ring of her asshole.

Chantelle grabbed Alexa’s hair, pulling her head closer still. Nick penetrated her, this time with two fingers, then withdrew them again.

Do it Nick, I’m wet enough for you.

His finger slid down to her ass again, and this time she felt as he pushed one into back into her pussy, the other into her tight ring. Alexa moaned into Chantelle’s wet sex, making her moan loudly too.

Nick’s fingering picked up in pace. With his other hand, he started playing with her clit while he finger-fucked her. She started to buck her hips against the fingers, pushing them deeper into her pussy and asshole. Her moans were totally muffled by the pussy on her face. When Alexa started to orgasm, Chantelle pushed herself down so that her muffled moans were transmitted right to her quaking pussy. She felt herself soaking the fingers inside her as she came.

Nick withdrew from her, and Alexa, quaking from orgasm, her pussy begging for more, resumed her full focus on Chantelle. As she licked and sucked, Alexa started to hear moans and feel Chantelle speed up the gyrations.

“Ohhh fuck fuck fuck,” Chantelle screamed, her gyrations so violent that she lifted off of Alexa, and back down again. Her body spasmed with ecstasy, her pussy gushed on Alexa’s face, soaking her tongue and lips with her hot cum.

Chantelle lifted off of Alexa and stopped straddling her. Alexa felt her lean over her and she kissed Alexa on her pussy soaked lips.

“You’re going to want to watch this part,” Chantelle purred, sliding Alexa’s blindfold off. Chantelle was naked on her hands and knees in beside Alexa. Her soft brown tits brushed over Alexa’s as she pulled the blindfold off of Alexa.

Nick was behind Chantelle, standing next to he bed, naked. His cock was hard and shone with Alexa’s saliva. Chantelle started sucking and nibbling on Alexa’s tits while Nick positioned himself.

Alexa watched Nick line himself up and push himself into Chantelle, making her moan. Alexa laid there, watching Nick’s cock sliding into her, and most of the way out, shiny with her juices. Each time he thrust Chantelle moaned loudly.

Fuck her Nick, let me see it. Use her!

Nick started slamming into Chantelle. His thrusts kept getting harder, her moans mixed with the loud smack of flesh on flesh. Nick smacked her ass, hard, looking right at Alexa as he did.

Chantelle collapsed onto her shoulders, her ass high in the air, screaming with pleasure as Nick drilled her. Alexa wanted to reach out and push Chantelle’s face down to her aching twat, but couldn’t, forced to content herself with watching Chantelle get railed. Alexa was dying to join in, aroused beyond measure watching Nick fuck. She watched his face as he thrust into the other woman, his cock sliding into her with apparent ease, and she watched Chantelle’s face as orgasm ripped through her consciousness.

Nick’s face changed. He was close and slowed down his thrusts. He pulled slowly out of Chantelle, his cock glistening with her cum and throbbing with pleasure.

“How about that thing you brought…” he said to Chantelle, who was laying next to Alexa, still gasping. She moaned happily by way of answer.

“Roll over slut,” Chantelle said to Alexa. She rose from the bed and went over to the little bag by the bed while Alexa did as she was instructed. There she stayed, face down on the bed, looking at only the headboard, her pussy exposed and wet.

Someone got on the bed behind Alexa. She felt hands on her ass. A smack sent a sting of pain and anticipation through her. She felt a cock against her lips. It was hard and felt girthy as it slid up and down her sex.

It’s cold and… vibrating?

The cock pushed into her, slowly, making her moan. As the thrusting picked up pace. She looked over at the bedside chair; Nick was stroking himself gently, watching Chantelle fuck Alexa with her strap-on.

Chantelle’s rubber cock was big, stretching Alexa out. She buried her face in the pillows; the sensation of being fucked by Chantelle while Nick watched made Alexa start to cum almost immediately. She was pushing back, working the dildo like it was Nick’s cock fucking her. Each time she did, Chantelle moaned loudly from the vibrator in her strap-on.

Chantelle’s thrusts became erratic, and she screamed and dug her nails into the flesh of Alexa’s ass as the two women orgasmed together. Chantelle withdrew the strap-on from Alexa, gasping still.

Standing up, Nick walked back over to Chantelle while she took the strap-on off. Alexa rolled over to her back and Chantelle started to kiss her, all while wiggling her ass enticingly toward Nick.

Fuck her Nick. Fill her.

Nick rammed his hard cock into Chantelle, making her gasp and break the kiss. His thrusts were violent. The wet smacks of sweaty flesh mixed with moans of pleasure.

“Yeahyeahyeah fuck me fuck me,” moaned Chantelle into Alexa’s face. Nick’s face changed; an animal lust consumed him. He grabbed her hips hard and slammed into her spasming pussy as fast as he could.

He’s going to cum.

Nick let out a feral roar and started to blow his load deep inside Chantelle while she screamed and orgasmed yet again. Nick grunted; his thrust jerkily slowed as his cock’s spasmed and filled Chantelle. He groaned and pulled out of Chantelle’s quaking pussy and collapsed into the bed next to Alexa. Cum dripped down his throbbing shaft.

Release me so I can clean up that cock.

Chantelle sat up. Nick’s cum ran down her thighs from her cum filled pussy. She moved up to Alexa and swung her legs over her like before, pushing her cum filled pussy in her face.

Semen dripped and ran out of her tight pink hole. As she lowered herself onto Alexa, a glob dripped out and landed on her eager tongue. She swirled it around on her lips so that Nick could see, then she started to eat Chantelle out. Alexa pushed her tongue inside her, savouring the smell and taste of Chantelle’s juices mixing with Nick’s load.

Chantelle started gyrating on her, moaning, cum dripping out of her onto Alexa’s lips and face.

“Ohhh! Mmmmm, l-like eating your husband’s cum out of me slut?”

One final moan ripped through Chantelle, quaking and thrusting on Alexa’s face as she did. She pushed her clit down on Alexa’s lips, gasping, getting a last orgasm out of her willing captive.

Chantelle climbed off slowly and Nick unlocked the handcuffs around Alexa’s wrists. Alexa’s face was smeared with everyone’s cum. She sat up, rubbing the red circles around her wrists from the handcuffs. Alexa felt like she’d been used by Nick and Chantelle as their personal fuck toy. She was sore, her wrists ached, and she was covered in cum. She sank back into the bed.

Bliss.

Nick was gasping in the bed next to her, recovering. Chantelle sat at the end of the bed. The sheets under Alexa’s ass were soaked.

“What’s for dissert?