Page 50 of On Your Knees

The woman moves in at the same time, pressing one knee between my legs, keeping me exactly where she wants me.

“You knew the rules, Arlo,”she whispers.“And now we get to play by mine. I want you naked, but first I’m going to blindfold you. That’s your punishment, me taking away your ability to watch what we are doing to you.”

The masked man pulls a blindfold out of his pocket and places it over my eyes, sealing me in darkness.“No peeking or this all goes away.”

I nod my head. There is no way I want this to stop.

“I’m going to undress you now.”

All my other senses are heightened. I feel her untying my chucks and slipping them off my feet, along with my socks, leaving my feet bare and the cool air prickling against my skin.

My pulse skyrockets when I feel her just inches awayas she undoes the button on my pants, then goosebumps rise at the scrape of my zipper and her fingers tucking into the waistband of my boxer briefs. I lift slightly so she can slide them off, but she does it so slowly it’s pure torture and leaves my skin hypersensitive. Every nerve ending is on high alert, waiting and wanting more.

The masked man behind me lifts my shirt and pulls it over my head.

I shiver when I feel her fingernails graze along my length. I can’t stop the way my body reacts, and my eyes roll back as I enjoy her touch.

“I’m going to suck your cock now, and paint my lips with your precum,”the masked woman says.

I want to protest—trapped in the horror of my past—but before I can form the words, her lips wrap around the head of my dick and the sensation has my ass bucking out of the chair.

“Oh fuck,” I whisper.

This is nothing like the first time. She sucks me down slowly into the back of her throat and slides back up to the tip, running her lips along the head.

“She looks so pretty with your hard cock in her mouth. Tell her how well she is doing.”

My cheeks heat, but his words make me want to be brave. “So good,” I grunt, as she sucks me hard. “Fuck.”

“You don’t have to be a talker, Arlo. I can tell how well she is doing on her knees for you by the way your body tenses. Tasting you, pleasing you. And once you come, I’m going to stretch that ass out so we can fuck you at the same time. Would you like that, sweetheart?”

A shiver spirals up my back and my balls tighten as she cups them, gently applying a little pressure. The masked man strokes my hair and the way they call me sweetheart makes me melt.

“Y-yes. Please. I need to come.”

“Do it. Coat her lips with your cum, so I can lick it off her face.”

I groan, which is joined by a growl that echoes around the room. Someone else has entered and I feel a sense of relief knowing the second masked man is here. He didn’t touch me last time, but knowing he was watching turned me on so much.

“Fuck,” I whisper as she pulls back with a hard suck, and I come so hard my entire body shakes.

“Now, it’s my turn,”the masked man says from somewhere beside me, and before I can respond, I’m lifted like I don’t weigh anything and thrown over a shoulder, a hand clamped on my ass.

How is this my life?

I’m gently placed on the floor on my hands and knees. And I don’t know how I know, but the third presence is close. It’s confirmed when a large hand spears into my hair, using it to pull my head back, and I feel his thigh on my cheek as he squats beside me.

“I’m going to talk you through this while they have their masks off, and I’m going to watch what’s mine fuck you. Do you enjoy borrowing what’s mine?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“I can’t hear you,”he states, dragging my head back further.

“Yes, I love touching what’s yours. Thank you for sharing them.”

“Good boy. They seem to like you, and that makes me happy.”

My knees feel weak, and I shiver as fingers touch my ass cheeks and spread them apart.

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