The secret meeting [18+] [handcuffs] [blindfold] [oral] [anal]

(Accidentally erased this story in a previous post, sorry for reposting! Also sorry for bad format, posted from my phone.
I fantasized a little and came up with this. Do you like it?)

“When you come home tonight, leave your door unlocked. Put on your favorite lingerie. Put these on, stay on the bed. Don’t be afraid.”

Jessie stared at the note, all kinds of emotions rushing through her body. The box and the note had been placed on her doormat, she found it on her way to work. Anyone could have put it there. Someone from work? A neighbour?
All day she thought about it. She caught herself being unfocused, making mistakes, dropping things… why didn’t she just throw the box away? It was outrageous. No one in their right mind would do it.
But she couldn’t let go of the tingling feeling in her stomach. What if she did do it? What would happen?
No.
No it was insane.
Jessie shook her head until her dark brown hair loosened from her tight ponytail, and tried to stop thinking about it. It was madness to even consider it.
She would place herself completely at a stranger’s mercy, if someone was even to show up. And if they didn’t, she would be in even bigger trouble.
Because in the box, she had found a black silk blindfold, and… a pair of sturdy, leather handcuffs.
The whole day went by in a haze. She couldn’t get those handcuffs out of her mind. Someone had asked her to put them on. There was no doubt that they meant ‘handcuff yourself to the bed”. And blindfolded. She would be crazy to do it. And yet…

Jessie parked on her driveway, staring at her front door. Slowly she walked towards it, unlocked and stepped inside. Her hands trembled when she closed the door carefully… breathing quickly for a few seconds… and left it. Unlocked.
After that, she acted fast. A thousand thoughts rushed through her head as she threw off her clothes and picked out her sexiest lingerie, a dark blue satin bra and matching thong.
For a few seconds, she stared intently at the box, but then she let out her brown locks, put the blindfold onto her forehead, attached the handcuffs to the bedposts, one on each side… they were the convenient kind, she thought, her mind still a haze. All she had to do was put her hands into them and pull a little, and they would tighten around her wrists and make it impossible to get out unless someone unlocked them. And there was no key.
She only hesitated for a second. Then pulled the blindfold down over her eyes, put her hands into the cuffs… and pulled.

Jessie lost track of time. It felt like hours, but for some reason, she wasn’t afraid, or scared that no one would show. She just waited.
And then she heard the soft click and quiet creak of her front door opening and closing. Slow, soft steps over the hallway floor, they didn’t sneak, but didn’t stomp either. They wanted her to hear, but not be scared.
And insanely enough, she wasn’t.
They came closer. Outside the bedroom now, stopping in the doorway. They were taking her in. She shivered, but with anticipation.
After what felt like an eternity, they came into the room. Sat down on the bed. She twitched when she felt a hand on her foot. A male hand, she was certain.
He stroked the top of her foot gently, tracing her leg upwards with his fingertips, slowly passing so, so close to the edge of the panties. It tickled, and she trembled, breathing faster now.
His fingers continued up, tracing her belly, and ran his finger between her breasts, up along her neck, coming to a rest on her cheek. He cupped her chin, gently stroking her lips.
She had chosen a bra that opened in the front. Maybe intentionally, she couldn’t remember. She felt heated, lightheaded, as he gently unhooked her bra and opened it, letting her soft, round breasts out. She moaned quietly as his hand left her face, and began tracing her neck downwards again, and then sideways along her shoulder, down her left arm. She felt both his hands now, the other one on her right arm. He stopped at the height of her breasts, and she could feel his thumbs move over her arms, towards them.

Jessie breathed with slow, shallow breaths, feeling her insides somersault as the stranger’s thumbs began slowly stroking the sides of her breasts, inching closer to her sensitive, perky nipples. He rounded them, still not touching them, making her moan with frustrated lust.
He circled them, teased her, and then, finally, gently moved his thumbs over her nipples. She let out a long breath, feeling herself spread her legs almost involuntarily.

He stopped with his thumbs on the very tips, and softly, teasingly, pinched them, played a little, making her gasp.
She felt him move, and couldn’t stop a loud groan when his lips closed around her breasts, and he began licking her nipples, kissing and sucking them softly as the fluttering of a butterfly.
Jessie pulled on her restraints, now breathing heavily as she felt his hands move down along her sides, still licking her breasts.
He gently stroked her hips, and she raised her legs to allow him access to the back of her thighs.
His lips left her nipples, and she gasped when she realized he was licking her chest, her belly… downwards to her heated, already wet pussy.
When his tongue reached her labia, she moaned loudly, her blindness heightening the sensation. He licked her, gently separating her lips, but again teasing, playing, purposefully never reaching the magic spot. She raised her hips to meet his mouth, gasping from the heat and frustration, and finally he allowed her to feel the electric pulse when the tip of his tongue softly fluttered over her sensitive, pulsating clit. She let out a cry, raising her hips further.
The stranger continued licking her pussy, and she already felt the climax nearing. Jessie threw herself back and forth in the bed, yanking on her handcuffs, groaning… and then he pulled back.

She moaned loudly, frustrated, but within seconds she felt the tip of his cock pressing against her soaking wet labia. Effortlessly he slid inside, and she cried out once more with pleasure. She could hear him breathe faster as he began thrusting, deep, hard thrusts that sent waves of unimaginable pleasure through her body.

He increased the speed, and she once more felt the orgasm near, building up, heat spreading like wildfire through her body, radiating from her pussy.
But once again, he deprived her of the release, she could her him chuckle softly as she groaned with disappointment, her legs shaking with the intensity softly fading away.
He had pulled out from her, but she soon felt his wet fingertips, gently playing with her pussy for a few seconds, before moving back, down, down… reaching her sensitive back hole. Gasping, she felt him tickle, massage her tight asshole, gently push with his finger until she relaxed, letting him slide inside.

He massaged her inside, making everything wet, adding one more finger, until he slid in and out of her ass. She groaned, the pleasure nearly unbearable, she knew what was coming.
And soon enough, his fingers left her ass… and instead it was his hard, pulsating cock pressing against her asshole. Her ears were buzzing, it felt like electricity, and she moaned out loud when she felt herself let him in, his cock filling up her ass. The pleasure was immeasurable, her whole body felt electrified now, as he began thrusting slowly, deeply, lifting her ass up to him. She folded her legs towards her chest, allowing him space, screaming with pleasure as one hand left her butt and began gently massaging her clit with slow, circular movements.

He increased the speed, and she got the real taste of him thoroughly fucking her in the ass, while she groaned and moaned, closer, closer, his finger on her clit now tickling, making her insane with lust… and this time, he did not stop.
With a cry, she dug her nails into the wood on the back of the bed, shaking violently as the orgasm exploded inside her, making her ears ring, wave after wave of pure, hot pleasure.
She felt his cock harden further, before he also climaxed, filling her ass with cum, roaring and pressing himself so deep inside her ass that she thought she would orgasm again immediately.
But he then pulled out, she heard him get dressed while she lay there, exhausted, panting, shivering… felt his hand stroke her cheek before he released her from the handcuffs.
By the time she had enough strength in her arms to remove the blindfold, she had already heard him leave. On the bed, a note.

‘Until next time.’

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