“Hi, I’m Emily,” I said with a nervous twinge, fidgeting with the sides of my green dress. The restaurant was practically empty, the servers doing their best to give us space, but their occasional glances were enough to feel like a spotlight was on our table. Not exactly how I expected this blind date to start.
“I’m Josh, nice to meet you!” He feigned excitement, but I could tell he was let down. Maybe it was my conservative outfit – having a high cut top and a floor length skirt wasn’t in style, but there was no way I’d go out looking like Sasha. What if my parents found out?!
He reached out and I shook his hand. He looked at me awkwardly and I realized I should sit down.
“What’s good here?” I asked. I eyed the menu, not recognizing most of the fancy dish names. I found something safe that I recognized and breathed a sigh of relief.
“Oh, I don’t know. Anything’s good, just don’t get something boring like chicken fingers,” he chuckled to himself.
“Oh, yeah, of course not..” I tried to smile while looking at the menu for something else. When the waiter came I pointed blindly at something on the menu.
The rest of the date went just as awkwardly. I could tell he was having a horrible time and it was all my fault. Why couldn’t I be more interesting?
We skipped dessert. Still, he offered to drive me home and I accepted. A silent ride to my dorm room. Feeling like I had failed both him and my friend who set us up, I made him an offer.
“Do you want to come in and I can give you a massage?” I paused for a moment. “My brothers all say my massages are the best.” It was true, hardly a day went by growing up that one of them wasn’t asking for one.
He blinked, then said “Sure, why not?” I lead him into the building and to my room. I motioned for him to lay face down on the bed.
“Just relax and drift away, I’ll make today so much better. Here, watch some TV!” I lit a scented lavender candle, then tossed him the remote. He started channel surfing.
Doing like my daddy taught me, I took off my dress and tossed it to the side. Standing in my white cotton panties and bra, I used my best relaxing voice. “We’ll start from the bottom and work our way up.” He turned and looked shocked.
“You’re naked!” I tilted my head at him.
“I’m not licensed, so thems the rules! You ever get a massage before?” He shook his head. “Well now you know.” Good thing my daddy taught me right, we could be in all sorts of trouble! He took quite the interest in me, looking up and down and up again. Amazing what showing a little intelligence can do to a man.
I thought about closing the door to keep the noise from bothering Sasha, but wanted to prove my intelligence as soon as possible. I took off his shoes and began rubbing his feet. He found a football game, and as I started massaging his calves he began truly relaxing.
I worked my way up his legs, lifting them to get underneath. He wasn’t as muscular as my big brother Jack, but it was still nice to put my well practiced skills to use. I rubbed his back and he took off his shirt, then casually put his hand on my back.
“No! I’m ticklish there. Lower,” and moved his hand to my butt. Ah, much better.
After doing his shoulders, I broke his trance. “Time to flip!” He rolled over. I leaned over him and rubbed down his bare chest. His focus again turned to me. He does like me! His fingers traced between my cheeks. It kinda tickled in that weird way, but I wasn’t gonna tell him to stop again after we just started getting along. Jeez, my panties were getting a wedgie!
Looking lower, I noticed a swelling in his pants. “Oh, you’ve got a rub knot! No worries, happens all the time, especially to my younger brother Sam. I’ll work it and get the swelling down.” I matter-of-factly unzipped his jeans and pulled out the source of the issue. No reason to waste time being gentle, those things must hurt!
I spit on my hands, then started working out the knot. Josh started getting anxious, poor guy.
“You do this for your brothers?”
“Of course! I can’t leave a guy suffering.” I started the real work of pumping out the knot juice. “Sam gets them a couple times a week. Jack’s are only now and then, but his are terrible, twice the size of this one. For his pumping’s not enough, gotta suck it out too.”
Josh’s eyes went wide. “Oh don’t worry, you’re nowhere near that bad.” It took a moment, but he settled down. His hand went from my back cheeks to my front ones.
“Oh, my extra ticklish spot!” I closed my eyes tight as he tickled me. “If you’re firmer it won’t tickle so much.” Josh obliged, and it wasn’t long before he was pressing hard between my snatch. “Jack says it’s easier when it’s wetter, here,” I paused my knot work. Taking a breath, I relaxed as best I could. Warmth filled my panties and cascaded over his hand. He pulled my panties down and watched with amazement.
“You don’t have any sisters do you?” I talked casually as my water ran down my legs. He shook his head. “Easy to tell.” He slid his fingers deep inside me. “See, so much better. Jack’s so smart.” It took concentration but I stopped mid flow, just as the drops started puddling around my feet.
I could feel his knot tensing up in my hand. I went back to work.
“Almost got it! It helps if you have something to squeeze on, here.” I moved his free hand to my breasts. “Now grab tight with both hands.” How much pain he must be in! He wasted no time grabbing at my tits with one hand. The other grabbed me from the inside. Damn that felt good!
I leaned in close in anticipation of his good luck juice squirting out.
The first jet of knot juice shot out, spraying up in the air and straight on my cheek, coating it from my hair to my neck. I was quick to react, and the second went between and over my eyes. I was blinded, but I wasn’t going to let any good luck get away! I wrapped my lips around his releasing knot and pumped the remaining luck liquor onto my tongue. So much!
“Activate it!” He was puzzled and dazed, it must have been me talking with my mouth full. I tossed him his phone and let his white juice dribble out of my mouth and down my chin. “Use the light to activate the good luck!”
He didn’t seem to understand and turned on the flashlight. Ugh, so inexperienced. “No, faster.” He turned the light on, then off, then on. I sighed. The luck was getting away!
“No, Jack says it has to be REAL fast.” Suddenly I saw the recognition in his eyes. Finally. The first flash went, then another. I spread out the juice so it was a nice thin coating all over my face. I stuck my tongue out to get the white cream there too. It took him a while, but Josh did quite a thorough job.
Now that it was activated, I swiped up gobs with my finger and swallowed it. The rest I let sit. Too much handling and the luck runs out, and my daddy always said a girl looks best with a creamed face and a wet snatch, whatever that is.
I saw a flicker in Josh’s eyes, the same as when Jack was about to say something real smart.
“Did you know girls have luck juice too?” Oh, so he did know! Guys are always testing me. I shook my head.
“That’s right! It releases from deep inside, so we gotta work hard – ” he pushed his fingers deep between the lips of my front flower – “to get to it.” I gasped. He wiggled his fingers inside me like he was trying to tickle me, but it was beyond ticklish.. It was..
Exquisite. I was putty in his hands. I fell weak kneed against the bed, and he stood up behind me. He worked his fingers in and out, in and out. I lost track of time and space as he picked up speed. That felt good! So good.
“Mmm, so damn good..” I murmured out. Ugh, a curse! I’d have to remember to punish myself later. One must always be a lady.
“We need to get it from both sides,” he said as he repositioned himself. I didn’t know what that meant, but he started spreading my cheeks to view my rear hole. He tossed me my hairbrush. “Wet that and use it where my fingers are. Wet it first,” he added.
Following his instructions, I positioned the hairbrush to take the place between my lady lips. Relaxing was hard, too much in fact. Why did he have to take his fingers out again?
“I need you to wet it for me,” I said. It took him a moment to relax – he must be quite strong to do so – but he did, and I felt warmth on my hand holding the brush. Then warmth on my pussy lips, then ass, between my cheeks, then on my back. I felt piss sprinkle onto the back of my neck.
Where was this dirty man talk entering my head from? If I was home Josh would tell Daddy, and I’d have to do man chores like mowing the grass or moving boxes. Worse, I’d have to be dressed like a man. Sometimes it was Jack’s jeans and boxers which never stayed up.
Other times it was Josh’s, which couldn’t be zipped or buttoned, leaving his red superhero undies for all too see. If we were home I’d try and rub their knots just to have an excuse to undress and hide my shame, but in public that wasn’t an option. And if any of our neighbors asked (usually it was Mr. Davidson next door), daddy would make me show my little boy panties and say, “I was pretending to be a man and saying unladylike stuff, but I’m really a girl” and then prove it by showing my pussy.
My language! I realized I was fucking myself with the hairbrush. I looked back at Josh. He was taking good care holding his phone steady just in case my luck cum came out. Awww, I’m in love! With his other hand he was stroking his cock.
“Oh,” he grunted, “My love knot is back.” This guy was just like Sam! “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of it again.” He lined up his penis with my ass. God, what was he going to do? He shocked me by shoving it right in. I clenched down tight, both rear and front, and screamed.
“Fuck! It’s so much, fuck, fuck…” My brother Jack’s words out of my slutty mouth. Josh tried to push back in, unsuccessfully, unsuccessfully, unsuccessfully.. then slip!
“Fuck Josh!” I gasped and spasmed. He started humping my backside, this time not letting his knot slide out. He smacked my ass – hard!
“If you talk like a slut you get treated like one! Now fuck that pussy with your fake plastic cock. You like it don’t you?” So direct! It made me respect him even more. I obliged and fucked myself with the handle. When it wasn’t enough I used my fingers along with it.
Reaching an incredible lustful high I started shouting anything that came to mind as I lost it – Josh’s name, then my brothers. “Fuck me daddy, fuck me!!” Josh lost it then and spasmed, his second round of luck juice shot straight up my ass.
Josh fell backwards on the damp floor as I lay limp on the bed. I turned to see Sasha leaning in the doorway, her hand casually down her unbuttoned shorts. She winked.
It gave me weird chills, knowing we were watched, not knowing for how long, knowing how dirty I was and had been, knowing she was enjoying the show like Josh would when I handled Jack, knowing how sexy Sasha looked with her shorts falling just below her hips..
Josh must have noticed my attention, because he suddenly looked startled. “Well finish the job Josh, you need to activate that lucky cum,” Sasha motioned toward my mess of a backside. Josh gathered himself, then picked up his phone and started the flashes again. I’m so glad it wouldn’t go to waste! He spread my reamed ass to get the light deep inside, then my reamed pussy.
Sasha pulled down her shorts and a lacey black thong, then resumed her completely blase finger work. “Well don’t let it go to waste! Lap it up!” Josh suddenly looked horrified. “You will if you want to keep that,” she motioned with her elbow to his phone, not bothering to stop circling her clit with her index finger to point.
Josh bit his lip and then moved his head between my legs. It was slow, but heavenly. The flicks and tickles, the extra wetness.. mmmm. It revved me up, but didn’t bring me too far down the path.
Sasha reached down and picked up my hairbrush, shrugged, then slid the handle into her own pussy. Unlike mine it had a cute patch of hair at the top – like to say she knew her privates were undressed and on display. She fucked herself good and proper while fingering her clit. Unlike me, though, she never lost composure. I heard a little gasp escape her lips, then she smiled.
“Can I activate that for you?” Josh kindly offered.
“Ha! You wish,” Sasha laughed. “You should leave now, Emily and I have some.. things to attend to.” Josh gathered his clothes.
“Nope,” Sasha shook her head. “Clothes or the phone.” It was amazing how much power a woman could have, even with her panties around her thighs. It made my blood rush all the way from my cheeks to my lower lips.
Josh crept out, carefully holding his phone. When he went past the door, Emily reached and took a hold on his cock. “You know what you have, and if you do what you should things will go really, really well.” She stroked it, leaning in his ear. She whispered other things to him, her strokes not stopping but I could see Josh tense up.
Still, Josh took the time to slyly feel between her legs. Sasha didn’t seem to pay any mind to it at all. I could tell Josh wasn’t focused at all on whatever was being whispered, instead just enjoying her hand and feeling up her snatch.
As Josh started humping her hand she let go, giving him a smack on the ass as he tripped on out. Sasha closed the door.
“You have to be careful. Guys will take advantage of you.” She stepped out of her shorts with such ease on her way over, her thong staying in place between her hips. Like her landing strip, it served as a reminder of how undressed she was. I rolled over onto my back as she motioned me to. She put my knees up on her shoulders.
“Luck juice is great, but guys will steal it all out of you before they leave if you let them,” Sasha instructed and I nodded. “Thankfully I know how to keep it inside you. We just” – she slid a finger up my ass – “Need to block” – she slid two in my raw pussy – “All the holes.” She leaned in, I sat up and she kissed me.
She was, of course, completely wrong. But this was heavenly, so I let her have her way with me and believe what she wanted. After all, it’s not my fault her daddy didn’t raise her right.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/fc6n5x/innocent_emilys_blind_date_mf_ff_voyeur_incest
Holy crap I loved everything about this. I’d read novels about them.