Andrés Blindfolded Me and Took Me to the Empty Lot

Winter had slipped away without warning, and spring had already been settled in among us for a couple of months. Andrés and I had been getting to know each other slowly, and at some point, without my even realizing it, I had confessed my most intimate fantasies to him, the ones I had never told anyone. Since then, everything had changed. He no longer told me when, how, or where. Now everything was a surprise, and that drove me crazy.

I appreciated that game more than I was willing to admit. Uncertainty fed my kink in a way no detailed plan ever could have. Living without knowing when the next call would come kept me in a constant state of alert, almost feverish.

My job let me stay home several days a week, connected to the computer from the room I had turned into an office. Andrés knew my schedule better than I did. He knew when I had meetings and when I didn’t, when I could disappear for a couple of hours without anyone missing me. And he used it to his advantage.

That morning I was battling a spreadsheet when the phone started vibrating on the table. I looked at it with that mix of annoyance and hope I knew so well.

—Good morning, tell me.

—Marina, I’m coming to pick you up this afternoon around nine. You know, no underwear. I’ll be waiting for you in the doorway.

He hung up before I could answer. My body reacted as always, as if it had a life of its own and consulted me about nothing. My cunt flooded at once and my nipples hardened until they showed under the fabric of my T-shirt. Work was over. Concentration was over. From that moment on there was only one question running through my head: what had he prepared for me this time?

I got into the shower and shaved carefully, as I always did before these dates. Running the blade over my sex excited me so much I couldn’t help touching myself right there, under the hot water, until my legs stopped holding me up and I fell to my knees on the shower floor. I came out panting, trembling, my heart racing.

I had barely had time to get dressed when the phone rang again.

—Marina, I’m in the doorway.

My adrenaline shot up again. I had put on a white short-sleeved T-shirt that outlined the shape of my breasts and, now, also that of my erect nipples. A tiny miniskirt that barely covered what it needed to. I went down the stairs almost running, feeling naked under my clothes.

Andrés was waiting for me leaning against the doorframe. As soon as I reached him, he stopped me with one hand and, without saying a word, slipped a black blindfold around my eyes. The world disappeared. I stopped seeing, and immediately everything else intensified: the murmur of the street, his breathing, a warm drop starting to run between my thighs.

—What is this? Where are you taking me? —I asked, and my voice came out shakier than I expected.

—Relax. Don’t be impatient.

He guided me to the car and helped me get in. I heard him go around the vehicle, settle into the driver’s seat, and start the engine. I didn’t recognize the streets. Sightless, every turn was a question, every brake a surprise. In my imagination I drove all over the city without guessing a single corner.

Asphalt gave way to a dirt road. The car bounced over potholes and the engine noise changed. Then, by the smell of countryside drifting in through the cracked window, I realized he was taking me to the same empty lot from that first night. But this time we weren’t alone. I heard other engines nearby, doors slamming, muffled voices.

Andrés stopped the car. I heard him get out, his steps circling around me, and then his hand opening my door.

—Come on. Slowly.

He led me a few meters over the uneven ground and left me standing in the middle of that empty lot, still blindfolded. The night breeze tangled itself between my bare legs and made me shiver. I heard the crackle of dry branches under approaching footsteps, and my whole body went on alert. There were people around me. I didn’t know how many. I didn’t know who.

A hand rested on my shoulder and gently pushed me downward. I didn’t need anyone to explain a thing to me. I knelt.

—Open your mouth —said a voice I didn’t know—. We’re going to fill it.

I obeyed like an automaton. I opened my mouth and, almost without thinking, spread my knees on the ground too. A hot, thick cock slid between my lips while two hands guided mine to two others. There were more men. I could tell by the air, by the heat of bodies surrounding me, by the brush of clothing.

The first one started moving slowly inside my mouth, probing, then faster, deeper, all the way to the back of my throat. It didn’t take long. I felt him tighten and unload with a rough groan. I pulled back to catch my breath, and instantly another cock took his place and another hand replaced the one that had withdrawn.

I stripped off my T-shirt without stopping my hands. The night caressed my bare skin. One of them couldn’t keep up with the rhythm of my fingers and came across my face, in my hair, on my neck. He stepped away, another came to take his place. A third pushed forward and emptied himself over my breasts and my chin.

I was losing my mind. I had always dreamed of something like this, of being the center of several men’s desire at once, of feeling that my body could arouse all those strangers. Knowing it soaked me more and more, made me moan around every cock entering my mouth. I needed one of them in my cunt, I needed it desperately, but that night wasn’t about that. That night was about being covered.

After five of them had passed through me, not a centimeter of my face, my mouth, or my breasts was left unmarked. My eyelids were sticky, my hair matted, my chin dripping.

—Let’s give her a good wash —one of them said with a laugh.

The men who still hadn’t finished and the ones who already had surrounded me. I understood what was coming when I heard the first stream hit the ground, and then another, and another, this time on me. A warm rain soaked my back, my shoulders, my breasts. It was the first time I had ever experienced anything like it, and far from scaring me, I found myself rubbing my skin with that hot liquid, as if I were cleaning myself out of myself and of everything that had come before. The storm ended when the tallest of them shoved his cock into my mouth, almost to shut me up.

—Now mark her well —said another voice—. Let her take our smell with her wherever she goes.

I was in a kind of ecstasy I had never imagined. My fantasy had not only come true: it far exceeded it. While I kept using my hands and mouth, one of the first men to cum slid under my legs and, without warning, started licking my clit.

I came undone at the first touch of his tongue. I needed it with a urgency I didn’t even understand. I came at once, with a muffled cry, and then I let myself fall over his face, sitting on it, while he kept going, tireless, as if he had the whole night for me. The ones who remained kept unloading over my body, covering me again, while I came again and again with that skilled tongue working between my thighs.

One by one, the men left. I heard engines start and fade away until only the silence of the field remained. I lay there on the ground, panting, soaked, my heart still galloping. Then I felt Andrés’s steps coming closer and the touch of a towel he placed in my hands.

—Tonight I don’t want you to go —I told him, with the blindfold still half slipping down—. I want you to fuck me. Like the slut I am. Hard, without mercy.

He let out a quiet laugh, that bastard’s laugh that lit me up. He helped me to my feet and took me back to the car.

***

As soon as we got to my place I ran to the shower and turned on the tap, letting the hot water wash away everything I was carrying. I stayed there for almost a quarter of an hour, scrubbing every inch of skin, purifying myself slowly. I got out, grabbed a towel, and started drying off. I didn’t hear him come in.

Andrés appeared in the bathroom already naked, grabbed me by the nape of the neck, turned me to face the wall, and without warning drove his cock into me in one single thrust. I screamed. But it was a scream of pleasure and pure need.

—Stop, stop, you animal —I panted between laughs and moans—. Stop. Give me some tenderness first. I want something soft.

He gave me four more hard thrusts before stopping.

—All right —he said against my ear—. I’m going to wreck you slowly.

We went out of the bathroom. He lay down on the bed, placed two pillows under his head, and looked at me fixedly while I remained standing at the edge of the mattress.

—Come. Sit on my mouth.

I already knew what was coming. I positioned myself over his face, facing his cock, and lowered myself very slowly, licking my lips. The moment his tongue brushed me, I shuddered all over. I pressed myself against his mouth and threw myself onto him, taking him all the way in. Andrés spread my pussy lips with his thumbs and went straight for my clit, no detours.

The more he licked me, the wetter I got, and he savored it with an eagerness that drove me insane, tracing every fold as if he didn’t want to miss a thing. I sucked, swallowed, and felt his cock thrust through my throat again and again, moaning around it while my body sank into a succession of little orgasms that made me tremble. I writhed over his mouth, trying to escape that tongue that was already too much, until I finally managed to pull away.

He let me rest for only a few seconds. He got up, put a pillow in the center of the bed, and pulled my legs until he had me on top of it, my hips lifted. He settled himself between my thighs with that same smile of his and very slowly ran his cock the full length of my sex, pressing my belly with his other hand until he tore a long moan from me.

Then he looked at me and, slowly, just as I had asked, drove it all the way in.

—That’s it, bastard —I murmured—. Just like that, slowly. Let me feel you filling me up.

He went in and out with all the slowness he could manage, watching me lick my lips in pleasure, enjoying every gesture. He fucked me gently, with a deliberate calm that undid me more than any hard thrust ever could. At one point I tensed all over, grabbed his hips hard, wrapped my legs around him, and drove myself onto him, letting my body become a torrent. Andrés tensed too, pushed to the deepest point, and came inside me with a muffled groan.

—That’s how you wanted it, right? —he said between gasps.

—Yes —I answered, exhausted and happy—. You already knew it. You already knew it.

That night, for the first time, Andrés stayed to sleep with me.