Three Senses

The white noise from the headphones in my ears was enough to block out even the sound in the room I was in, and definitely the wider party going on in the rest of the house. The padded blindfold over my eyes left me in darkness. Despite that it was still surprising to me how much I could tell what was happening in my room just with my other senses. The leather bench under me had been chilly when I was first strapped to it, but my body heat had warmed it up nicely. The cuffs on my ankles and wrists held me firmly but were soft lined and carefully fitted not to rub or pinch. I'd been dressed after being blindfolded, but I knew from experience and feel that I was in a cupless bustier and stockings, the colours varied but the style was always the same.

Shifts of air blowing over my body was the sign the door had opened and closed, although the mixed smells that reached me didn't give anything away. Sometimes I could tell a lot about a guest by the scent they wore, their gender, age, even their wealth, but more often the guests had already enjoyed each others company before any of them decided to use one of the toys like me, and I would be smelling a mix of everyone they'd come into contact with.

My headrest was unlatched and gently dropped down to let my head lean back off the edge of the bench and a thumb gently pressed up on my chin, encouraging me to open my mouth. As I did the head of a cock rubbed against it, already hot and hard as it left little chills of wet precum on my lips. My tongue flicked out eagerly to tease the tip and the owner took the hint to slip forward slightly and let the head enter my mouth.

I sucked down on the bulb, letting my tongue lick and wrap around it, and occasionally stiffening to push inside their hole, tasting the precum that was now a steady trickle. The owner seemed determined to work slowly and kept just the tip inside my mouth, pulling back slightly now and again to let my tightly gripping lips bump the sensitive ridge around the base of their head.

My own cock twitched as I felt a hand cup and squeeze one of my breasts, it wasn't unusual for a guest to give something back to the toy, but it wasn't common either, especially in the way this hand was working. This wasn't a rough grope, but a caress that had my nipples stiffen, an opportunity taken as they pinched and rolled the one that has stood up into their palm. Taking one breast in each hand they moved forward slowly, allowing more of their shaft into my mouth as I moved my tongue out of the way and let it run up their length.

I was in so much pleasure from my oral offering and the hands on my breasts that when fingers lightly started playing with cock and tickling around my balls it took me a few moments to realise it had to be a second person. They traced up and down my stiffening shaft, making it twitch and jump away from my body, before gently lifting my balls and letting a pointed fingernail scratch softly along my perineum. By now I was fully hard and as one hand wrapped around me and stroked up and down I knew I'd be dripping onto my underwear.

It thrilled me to let my imagination race on who these two people could be. Friends, family, lovers or married? Perhaps they'd not even met each other before tonight and had found a willing partner just for the evening. I'd never know who they were or what they looked like but that didn't bother me, it gave me a near constant buzz as I walked around town in my boring everyday attire, wondering if anyone was looking at me and seeing the plaything they'd enjoyed, if anyone even recognised me without the blindfold, the lingerie and the professionally coiffed hair.

As my mind skipped through exciting possibilities my body reacted to their actions, the cock in my mouth was probing deeper to test me, and I suppressed my gag reflex and swallowed as it touched the entrance to my throat. The position I was in gave them a near straight route and I gagged slightly as they took the invitation to slowly go as deep as they could, saliva dribbling from the corners of my mouth and down my cheeks.

I resisted the sensation to cough and smiled inwardly as I felt their testicles bump against my nose, I guessed they were average size and not too girthy, so I was able to comfortable take them. They stayed embedded, hands still squeezing my breasts, and let me make swallowing movements to stimulate them. That became a vibrating moan around their meat as I felt my cock lifted to point straight up and a mouth slide down it, faster than the guest at my head had worked meaning I was swiftly buried in their throat all the way, the position of my oral-giver meaning their tongue could flick out and graze across my balls.

After taking a few moments, both my guests began to move in perfect synchronicity, as the receiver of my attentions slid out from my throat, the guest performing on me raised their own head, and then both moved back in, leaving me deepthroating and being deepthroated at the same time, slowly at first but raising their tempo until I felt my own spit running more heavily down my face, and felt a cold matting in my pubes suggesting the same was happening there.

I knew now these were not new acquaintances, they were too in sync, The speed rose and fell in perfect harmony at both ends and the perfect timing sent me into a strange state of almost hypnosis, I'd never been flexible enough to auto-fellate, but I could imagine that was what was happening now, everything about their movements was so perfectly timed my brain was on the edge of convincing itself I was sucking myself, forcing myself down my own throat.

I felt the member in my mouth twitch and I expected a mouthful of hot cum, but instead they retreated, with the mouth on me leaving barely a moment later. Rather than the facial I then expected I was given a pair of shaved testicles to suck and lick on, and to my surprise I felt my ankles being freed and lifted until my legs lay back along my body, bent and spread. The cuffs were reattached to chains at the head of the bench, leaving me presenting all of myself to the guests.

The hands returned to my cock, but this time I felt the sensation of a condom being expertly rolled onto me, my breathing got faster as the bench shifted to accommodate new weight, and I felt thighs press on my own. The guest had climbed onto me and was using my legs as a seat, by holding my hard pole vertically with one hand they were in the perfect position to squat and, oh my God, bury me in their pussy.

I couldn't help but push my hips up as much as I could in my restraints but the guest was as eager as I was for me to be fully inside them, sliding down onto me with little circular movements of their hips. When they bottomed out they barely held for a moment before riding back up and I could feel their thighs tense and push against mine as they began to bounce on me.

The hands on my breasts were still caressing me magnificently and the guest riding me adjusted slightly until I felt a hand cup and squeeze my balls as they rode me. I was still theirs to use, and I wouldn't have it any other way, but in a way that pleasured me as well, leaving me knowing I'd remember this one for some time.

How little I even knew then how memorable this would be, that realisation came when I felt a third pair of hands grip my butt firmly and pull my cheeks apart, revealing the end of the plug that had been inserted into me. One guest at a time was common, two was a rarity but three was a legendary encounter. I felt the familiar stretching pull as my plug was removed and a testing finger eased into my well lubricated and prepared passage, it slipped in and out twice, before retreating and the sensation of hot breath came just a second before a tongue licked me from my tailbone to my scrotum, before squirming back down in teasing movements to rim me.

I tried to concentrate on the balls in my mouth, but it was becoming hard not to lose myself in the tight friction of the pussy riding my achingly hard cock and the tongue now circling around my tight hole before curling itself and pushing its way inside. My mind was still a blurry race of images rushing by as I imagined who these three could be, but even those common daydreams left me as two of the guests stepped back, leaving only the one riding me.

That only lasted for the time it took my jockey to slide up and down twice before the familiar cockhead was back at my mouth, only this time accompanied by a second probing against my anus, and as they both did the guest on top lifted nearly off of me, leaving only enough of my tip inside them to keep me upright.

I almost cried out for what I knew was coming. I'd not even in my wildest fantasies, and they were always wild, imagined this scenario and I wondered if they knew how desperate I was for it. For the first time they seemed to be tormenting me and teasing me with the most amazing imagined orgy and I had a slight moment of doubt if they'd come this far and stop, but it was unfounded.

With the same perfect harmony as before, all three moved and I found my mouth and my butt filled with gorgeously hard cocks as a hot and seemingly increasingly wet pussy impaled itself on me.

This time the build up was shorter, the guests only taking a few slower strokes to check that my anus was as open and willing as the rest of me before they sped up, quickly reaching and surpassing the speed that we had fucked before. The hands on my tits were rougher, the speed and depth into my throat was harder and on my own part, my frantic hip thrusts were pushing the boundaries of what I could do while restrained.

I tried to match my thrusts but felt out of sync with the thruple that was now pounding me, even though I was probably only slightly off the tempo. Every movement brought pleasure, a jiggle this way would rub the head of my cock against one of the walls of the tight pussy encasing it, a more forceful thrust back of my hips would prod the magnificent dick inside me to hit my prostate, I even tried thrusting my head forward to fit an extra millimeter of the shaft in my mouth down my throat.

My guests were equally as eager to make this into a climactic fucking, hands gripped my breasts, my hips, my thighs, every time I thought we'd reached top speed they'd find another gear, in my head I was losing all track of everything and just enjoying being the frantically pounded toy.

After... I just don't know, 5 minutes, 50 minutes, 5 hours... it ended, as harmoniously as any other part of the action. My jockey made one final deep squat downwards and the guests sodomising me both buried themselves balls deep and came, unbelievably came hard in perfect sync. I felt liquid gush down onto my crotch while the cock inside my arse twitched and filled the condom it was wearing, and the one in mouth released its first spurt deep into my throat making me choke a little before they pulled back and away. The second spurt filled my mouth, the third, fourth and weaker fifth splattering against my face before the tip was introduced back to my suckling mouth.

I couldn't hold back either, and came hard myself, while still feeling a little ashamed at my lack of sync even though I was only a couple seconds behind them. Coloured sparks flashed in the darkness of my blindfolded eyes and my blood rushed loudly in my plugged ears as I came harder than I could ever remember, my dick twitching so hard I thought I'd throw my rider off as it pulsed. I felt every spurt like it was thicker and more copious than ever before and collapsed into a post orgasmic daze.

The guests all detached themselves from me and released my legs, holding them to gently let them fall back onto the bench to be re-fastened along with raising my head to be flat on the bench again. a tugging sensation told me my condom was being removed and I soon felt the flow of two loads being emptied onto my face, my own and from the condom of the guest who had buggered me so brilliantly.

Finally, in a surprisingly loving last act, three sets of lips each kissed my cum-covered mouth in turn. The first two soft, the final one more passionate, dipping a tongue into my mouth to meet mine and, I assume, taste the mix of sperm that I was enjoying.

Then they left, I assume. Nobody else visited me that night until I was released and given my senses back (the lingerie was deep red if that does anything for you) so they could have stayed and watched me, they could even have been in other parts of the room enjoying each other, I was so lost in my thoughts and pleasure I never felt the breeze of the door.

I've never had an experience quite like that again, and every time I see three people together who seem close I wonder "was it you?" but if I'm honest, I don't actually want to know for sure.