As you stand at my door, poised to press the doorbell, you notice that the door is slightly ajar. Pausing for a moment, you contemplate your next move, your anxious mind adding to your indecisiveness. Should you open the door? Should you knock? What if it's the wrong house? Ultimately, you decide to knock. Just as you're about to, you feel a buzzing in your pocket—it's a message from me.

Hello, I’m glad you made it. I hope this will be a good experience. I have a couple of rules for you to follow.

Push the door open (don’t worry you’re at the right house). Walk in, there’s a chair waiting for you to sit. On the chair is a black blindfold. Get undressed (completely) and put the blindfold on. There is no talking. You are not to use your hands. Message me when you’re ready. Before you leave rate my mouth 1-10. The only time you’re allowed to talk.

I will leave a towel next to you to clean up. Sit back and enjoy!

You stood there for a moment, rereading my instructions to ensure you got everything right. The rush and excitement made it hard to think clearly. Eventually, you walked in and followed my request. Meanwhile, I waited in the shadows, glancing down at my phone, eagerly awaiting your message “I’m ready”. The thought of your thick, veiny dick made my mouth water.

Shortly after, you gave me the green light. Walking into my living room, I headed towards where you were seated. I noticed you had undressed and blindfolded yourself, but forgot to close the door. I figured it was just nerves that made you forget.

Glancing over, I saw you patiently waiting with your eyes covered. It was evident that you were someone who took care of yourself, your sporty scent filling the room, invigorating the air. Your sculpted, smooth body bore no tattoos, your chest framing perky brown nipples. There was hardly any hair on your body, and your flaccid dick lay there, awaiting the touch of my mouth to bring it to life.

My focus was abruptly interrupted by the loud roar of a car speeding past my house. Remembering the open door, I reached over to close it, feeling the rush of warm air invade my freshly cooled home. Then, I heard you say, "Leave it open." You had just broken one of my rules! As a warning, I pressed my finger against your lips, sliding it down to expose the inside of your lip. However, I couldn't deny that you made a great suggestion, particularly considering the late hour, nearing midnight, and the darkness inside my home, ensuring privacy unless desired otherwise. So, I complied with your request.

Looking down at your cock, which was now pointing straight up at me, I couldn't help but notice how my finger on your lips seemed to turn you on. Rubbing your thighs, I teased you for a bit, watching as a glistening stream of precum oozed down your shaft. Moving my hand to your shaft, I gave it slow strokes, feeling my hand getting drenched from the large amounts of warm precum being released from your pee slit.

Placing my pointer finger at the bottom front of your shaft, I created a U shape, then slowly dragged my finger up towards your head, scooping up more precum. Using my finger, I brushed your lips with the clear precum, providing you with instructions: "Don't lick!"

I leaned in, licking your bottom lip before sucking on it, then my tongue broke through your soft lips, wanting you to taste yourself. This drove you insane, and you began to intensely kiss me, grasping tightly to the chair as you weren't allowed to use your hands. Our tongues danced in each other's mouths, turning what was meant to be a punishment into something kinkier than I expected.

You whimpered, almost begging for more, but I was in charge. I would tell you when you could have more.

Dragging my tongue down your chest, I stopped by your nipples to lick and suck, giving them both equal treatment. "Mmmm," you mumbled in pleasure.

Continuing down your perfect body, instead of going straight to your shaft, I dragged my tongue down your inner thigh, licking and sucking on my way to your balls. "Fuck!!" You exclaimed before quickly apologizing, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I smiled. "It's okay to enjoy it," I reassured you.

My tongue reached the bottom of your taint, and you smelled so good down there. I wondered if you had sprayed cologne. Dragging my tongue from the bottom of your sack, I lifted one ball into my mouth, softly massaging it with my tongue, then did the same to the other ball. It must have felt good because you flexed your feet up while huffing and puffing. I repeated this, alternating between your inner thighs and taint, creating a slippery mess that made it easy for my tongue to glide back and forth.

Not quite ready to move on to your dick, I asked you to stand up, turn around, and lean against the chair. I was about to make you squirm with your first rim job.

You held onto the back of the chair as I tapped your legs, signaling for you to spread them further. Your ass was perked up, ready for a good tongue fucking. Grabbing each cheek, I spread them open, exposing your freshly shaved hole. Placing my tongue down towards your taint, I slithered my tongue until I stopped to fill your hole. You unleashed a loud grunt as your body collapsed, pushing your ass towards my face.

I noticed you reaching around and spreading your butt cheeks for me, so I squeezed in between them and licked up and down your crack. Reaching between your legs, I grabbed your dick like it was a hot dog, then returned my mouth to your hole. I stroked your cock like a trombone while simultaneously tongue-punching your tight hole. You moaned, kept losing your balance, and the foreign feeling had you going crazy, with precum getting all over the place. That's when I decided it was time to suck your dick.

Asking you to turn back and sit down, I stroked your cock, playing with your precum to make it nice and slippery. Getting down on my knees between your legs, I looked straight at the beefy cock I was about to enjoy. Once again, I accumulated cum on my finger, then placed your warm and thick head on my soft tongue and slid it back down my throat. "Aaa…" you couldn't help but moan.

Releasing your cock from my mouth's grip, I quickly returned it back down my throat. Then, I reached over to your mouth and slid my precum-soaked finger in, skull-fucking myself with your pulsating dick as you cleaned your precum off my finger. "More," you demanded, so I grabbed the bottom of your shaft and pulled up, pushing every ounce of precum onto my fingers.

I returned my hand to your lips as you feasted, licking each finger one by one. I vigorously continued pumping your cock when my concentration was broken by my next-door neighbor pulling up and parking in front of my house, as there were no more spaces at their home. If curiosity got the best of my neighbor, they could see into my house with your cock in my mouth and fingers in your mouth.

I pulled your dick out of my mouth to look over and make sure my neighbor didn't see us. That's when I made eye contact with him. I froze, not knowing what to do. Next thing I knew, I was being shoved back down onto your cock. Your hand grabbed my head and pushed it down, breaking another rule.

That's when I felt your cock launch hot, sticky cum down my throat. You weren't quiet about it either. Your orgasm sent waves of energy throughout your body, causing it to shake as you grunted every time you released a rope of cum into me. While you filled my mouth, I wondered: Did my neighbor go inside, or did he stay to watch the show?

I stood up as your cock deflated, with cum in my mouth, and leaned in for a kiss. I wondered how long it would take you to realize that the sweet and sour taste was your cum. Then, you grabbed my head, pulled it forward, and sucked my tongue clean. I was in disbelief; you liked the taste of your own cum. I thought that was hot.

Eventually, you relaxed your grip, and it was time for you to clean up and go. I looked out to see if my neighbor was watching but it seemed like he didn’t stay for the show.

I waited in the other room to hear the door click for your departure. I didn't hear my door close, but I also didn't hear your engine turn on. You must have left in a rush, taking my blindfold with you. What was worse, I didn't get your rating.

A couple of days later, I received a message on Reddit. "I'm sorry I just took off. I've never done anything like that before. That wasn't me, but you have a way with your mouth. Fuck, you're good." Still no actual rating, but it sounds like a 10 to me. I'll take it!