Before: I sat still eager in anticipation. My striped white tube socks and slim choker around my neck are the only things covering my milky skin. My nipples are perky from the cool flowing air. My bare cunt and bleached asshole completely exposed.

As I sit in my chair waiting vulnerably for the feel of your nose against my clit, you breath in deeply. Inhaling my clean, natural scent. I then feel a tongue brush through the folds of my labia, another one gently pressed against my asshole.

Somebody removes the ball from my mouth and I can breath freely, but not for long. As I attempt to find my bearings, I feel the tip of a flaccid penis on my lips. Gladly I welcome it. Sucking on a soft dick is highly underrated, the progressive soft to erect feeling in the mouth is highly arousing. I slobber on his cock until I feel it pulsing in my hand and spray all over my naked torso.

Later: Hours had passed. The seat of my black chair now slick from the sweat dripping down my body. The skin neighbouring my raw vagina was ripe, a bright rosy colour due to a proper flogging. My light brown hair knotted and sticky, along with the rest of my body from the thick ropes of ejaculate and I assume dollops of lube. I had been thoroughly fucked and there was now a bright pink jewel inside my asshole.

The thing is, I couldn’t see. I agreed to being blindfolded and gagged. It did result in a few of the greatest orgasms I’ve ever had, but I have no idea who’s cock was just punching the back of my throat. No clue who’s vagina I was still tasting on my upper lip. Or who’s face I had just squirted on for that matter.