Bikini Kill Feels Blind Novels & Stories

We were pumping her from both ends, and I grinned, "Yeah...yeah, you really do look amazing...getting fucked by all this big black dick!" That's where I pulled the blindfold off, "Birthday girl, you really need to see all this...being fucked by two big cocks...Anton's using your mouth...and Isiah's stretching the fuck out of your pussy and he's on the screen...double-teaming some hot babe! You really gotta see all this!"

Six. There were six of them. My mouth went dry. I couldn’t even think. Couldn’t blink behind the blindfold. I knew about threesomes,This was something else. This was— God, what was this? My mouth went dry. I gasped the second Killian’s lips brushed the shell of my ear—barely there, but enough. Enough to send a shiver spiraling down my spine and lodge itself right between my legs. “Do you think she’s in pain?” he asked, his voice a whisper that was somehow everywhere.

Eli's eyes widened, muffled sounds vibrating against the gag as drool began to pool at the corners of his mouth, his face flushing with a mix of humiliation and arousal. Then, the blindfold: A black silk cloth was tied over Eli's eyes, plunging him into darkness. "You don't get to see, slut, just feel," Zeke whispered harshly in his ear, his breath hot against Eli's neck. Eli nodded frantically, his body arching in anticipation, every sense heightened now that sight was stripped away.

“Everything off. Right now.” Heat flooded my body. I stood quickly and yanked my shirt over my head, shoving my sweatpants and boxers down in one motion. My cock was already half-hard just from that kiss. Killian watched me with predatory focus, slowly peeling off his own clothes until he stood naked and fully erect, thick cock curving up against his abs, the head already glistening. He reached into the nightstand and pulled out the black silk blindfold. My breath caught. “Tonight isn’t about gentle,” he said, stepping close enough that his hard cock brushed my stomach. “I need you to feel me, Jordan. Every single inch. No sight. Just trust. Can you give me that?”

So, I guess that the Polaroid in my bra and the one in my panties were not that important… cute souvenirs compared to full video of everything: me topless in the basement, tits bouncing while I got eaten out, blindfolded and moaning while two different cocks took turns. Years later, I wonder what would happen to those photos and video files. Maybe they’re still sitting in some old cloud account, or backed up on a hard drive in the house library, passed down like tradition. Maybe clips got forwarded in chats that never died, or uploaded to private sites. Oh well, nothing I can do about it now. They claimed they were doing it so they couldn’t be accused of rape, proof everything was consensual

Justin let out a low chuckle as he spanked my ass once again while I trembled against him. “Pick a blindfold, stunning.” Justin murmured after a few seconds, pointing at the two blindfolds which were citrently being held up by Blaze. One was black and the other was white, I personally liked the white one, it was one of my favorites because aside it being decorated with real diamonds, it gave me this illusion that I was innocent, when indeed, I wasn’t. “The white one.” I watched and gulped as Blaze moved towards me, “I’ll miss staring into these gorgeous eyes.” Blaze murmured right before the blindfold covered my eyes, cascading me in complete darkness which I eagerly welcomed.

Sicily jumped at the sound of footsteps with a familiar frequency. Her hand clasped, the other sought a grip on Esters fingertips. "Calm down, Miss, normalise your breathing!" whispered Ester. Sicily followed all of Ester's directions, but anxiety and fear were still evident in her eyes. A man came closer, a figure with a distinctive scent began to greet the blind girl's sense of smell. "What business does a blind woman have at the auction, is there any ability?" Harlan's voice was clearly caught by Sicily's ears.

"Son what do you mean by she is blind." Jake mother asked him looking at Anastasia who can't see a thing. I instantly tensed and Jake could feel it since our hands where kinda of brushing each other. "You heard me right mum. She is blind she can't see a thing mum." Jake said squeezing my hand under the table. The tension was so thick in the air that you could slice it with knife. No body spoke for a minute or two before the voice I came to realize as Jake mum spoke.

“Get the car. Now. And find me where Eli runs when he wants to drink himself blind.” ——— The club hit us like a smell. Neon lights, sweat and the smell of other people’s bad choices. The bass was a living thing that wanted to shake my bones loose. Every instinct in me rebelled—my rut snarled and my wolf roared—but the sight of him made everything else a background hum. Tate: drink in his hand, lips wet from Eli’s mouth.

I froze in place, staring at the gleaming knife in his hand, its cold light reflecting off his filthy knuckles. His gaze fell on me, greedy and sickening, like a snake's tongue flicking. "Well, well, I didn't expect to find such a pretty young lady here." Marianne let out a heart-wrenching scream, "Don't touch her!" I clenched my teeth, fighting down the despair churning in my chest, and turned to whisper to my mother, "Mom, whatever happens next, don't interfere. "Move back. There's a trampoline outside the window that should cushion your fall.