Chapter 2: Blaine’s Cock
“You must be Blaine,” I said approaching my date. He was clean shaven and had a great fade. There was a tattoo of a mermaid wrapped around his neck that continued below his shirt. His sleeves were rolled halfway up his arms revealing forearm tattoos of erotic scenes that looked like those frescos in Ancient Rome. I couldn't help but bite my lower lip, feeling a surge of excitement build up in my stomach.
"Well, you're even more beautiful in person," he said, holding his hand out for me to shake. I took it and let my fingers lightly graze over his knuckles. I closed my eyes, taking in the feel of his warm, rough skin.
We exchanged pleasantries and got to know each other a little better over a few drinks. The more we talked, the more I could feel the tension building up between us. It was palpable, electric. I couldn’t help but wonder if he would care that my pussy was currently full of some other guy’s cum.
I looked over to the bar and saw Mason flirting with some busty redhead.
My focus went back to Blaine. I took another drink of my cocktail as the fingers of my other hand traced one of the tattoos on his forearm. It was of a woman's naked body, writhing in ecstasy, with a devil's tail curling upward around her torso. The eroticism was obvious, but it was also the level of detail that thrilled me.
I had no doubt that Blaine had a wild imagination. I could tell by looking at him, by the dirty jokes he cracked, and by the things he whispered in my ear.
“Do you have any secret tattoos,” He asked me as his hands rubbed my hips through my jeans.
“None,” I said. “But I do have a secret.”
I leaned in close and whispered in Blaine's ear. I told him about my collection, my catalog of cocks, and how I like to remember the details. The way they feel, the way they taste.
Blaine raised his eyebrows in surprise, then let out a low whistle. “I knew there was something filthy about you,” he said.
We continued to flirt and tease each other, the sexual tension building up until it was almost unbearable. I could feel my pussy getting wet, my clit throbbing with need.
“Why don’t we get out of here and you can add my cock to that collection,” He said as he put his hand directly between my legs. Fuck, I was so wet and I could still feel Mason’s cum slowly spilling from my pussy and soaking my panties. I bit my lip as I realized that there was no turning back now. I was about to let this stranger, this hot, built, and tattooed stud, take me. I grabbed his hand and gently pulled him out of the bar and towards an alleyway. I knew it was filthy and dangerous, but that turned me on even more.
As soon as we were inside the alley, I pushed Blaine up against the wall and pressed my body against his. I could feel his hard cock through his pants, pressing against my stomach. I reached down and rubbed his dick through his jeans.
“I was kind of thinking we could go back to my apartment for some alone time,” Blaine said as I licked his neck and slowly unzipped his pants. “No, I want you here and now,” I replied with a wicked grin.
I pulled his cock out of his boxers and wrapped my fingers around it. It was pretty average in size but that didn’t matter to me. I loved all cocks, big, small, thick, or thin. I started jacking him off slowly, paying attention to the pre-cum glistening on the tip. I couldn’t resist and let my tongue flick it off. He tasted salty and slightly bitter, but it was a taste I loved.
I grazed my teeth on his dick head, causing him to groan and throw his head back in pleasure. I looked up at him as I continued to suck him off, making eye contact as I deep-throated his cock, taking every inch of him down my throat and swallowing around it.
"Fuck, Sarah," Blaine moaned as I swirled my tongue around his dick. He reached down and grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling it roughly as he fucked my mouth. I let him, letting him take control as he thrust his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth.
I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, making me gag, but I didn't care. I loved the feeling of being used like this, of being turned into nothing more than a sex object. I could feel my pussy getting even wetter, the fabric of my panties sticking to my lips even though they were soaked with cum.
Blaine continued to fuck my mouth with abandon, his balls slapping against my chin. I could feel him getting closer and closer to his climax. I reached down and slipped my hand into my panties, rubbing my clit in time with Blaine's thrusts.
I wanted to make him cum more than myself. I licked his wet shaft and noticed a piercing at the base of his cock where his balls started. I gently tugged on it with my teeth, and Blaine let out a guttural moan. He was close, and I made sure to pressure him to the edge with my sucking and swirling my tongue around his shaft.
As I rubbed my clit, I could feel myself getting closer to orgasm too. I loved the feeling of his cock in my mouth, and I couldn't wait to feeling it inside of me. With a final stroke of my clit, I came, my pussy clenching as waves of pleasure washed over me.
I love cumming with a dick in my mouth. It’s so animalistic and primal. He held my head close to his body so I couldn’t pull away as he too began cumming, flooding my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could manage, letting the rest dribble down my chin onto my chest. Blaine finally released my head, giving me a moment to catch my breath.
“Holy fucking shit,” he muttered as he leaned back against the wall. I used the back of my hand to wipe the remnants of his load from my face before taking in the sight of his cock. Normally I’d get every detail memorized before sucking, but I guess I was a bit eager. This cock was unique, not in size, in size it was perfectly average and even waxed. But what made it unique were the tattoos that covered it. It was like a canvas of art, with each design telling its own story. The first tattoo I noticed was a snake coiling around his shaft. Its scales were expertly shaded, making it look like the snake was really slithering around. The head of the snake was positioned right below the head of his cock, its forked tongue flicking out and licking at it.
The second tattoo was a tiger, its stripes bold and intricate. The tiger was crouched low, its muscles tense like it was about to pounce. It was positioned in a way that looked like it was ready to devour the snake. The contrast between the two animals was fascinating, one was dangerous and exotic, the other sleek and seductive.
The next tattoo was a pair of hands, one holding a heart, the other a dagger.
The heart was drenched in blood, making it look like it was just pierced. The hands were delicate and feminine, a stark contrast to the violence depicted in the image. I couldn't help but wonder if this design held a special meaning to Blaine.
"I see you like my tattoos," Blaine said, breaking me out of my thoughts.
"They're very unique," I replied, tracing my fingers over the intricate designs.
"I got them done by a friend of mine, she's a tattoo artist," Blaine explained.
"And the snake, tiger, and heart designs, what do they mean?" I asked, still tracing my fingers over the intricate patterns.
"Well, the snake represents temptation and the tiger represents danger," Blaine said. "But the heart, I got that one for a special someone."
"I see," I said, not quite sure what to make of that.
"And what about you?" Blaine asked, his fingers tracing the outline of my lips as I was still squatting in front of him. "Why don’t you have any tattoos?" Blaine asked me, his fingers tracing the outline of my lips. I leaned back for a moment, breaking our connection and giving me a chance to think. I wasn’t opposed to the idea of tattoos but I hadn't gotten around to getting one yet. I couldn't think of any design that I wanted to wear on my body forever.
"I’ve just never found a design that I like enough to get it permanently inked into my skin," I said, failed to tell him about my other issue, I didn't like pain much either.
“Is the offer to spend the night at your apartment still on the table,” I asked slowly stroking his very limp cock. I smirked as I saw a slight shiver run through his body, bringing back the color into his cheeks.
“Of course,” He said as he finally managed to pull up his pants and fasten them.
As we walked out of the alleyway, hand in hand, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I had just given a blowjob to a stranger in an alleyway, and I loved it.
We hopped in an Uber and he fingered my pussy the entire ride. We made sure the driver had a good view when it was safe for him not to look at the road. I loved it. Being watched during sex heightened the intensity. I could feel an extra layer of moisture seeping into my panties. It was Blaine's index finger, moving in and out of my pussy with a remarkable ease. I gasped each time he picked up his pace, rhythmically sliding his finger in up to the knuckle.
"The way your pussy grips me, it's fucking insane," Blaine whispered in my ear. I shuddered as his breath tickled my earlobe.
“Do me a favor, talk dirty to me,” I pleaded with Blaine as I used the rearview mirror to make eye contact with our driver. He smirked and leaned in closer to me. I could feel his breath hot on my neck. “You like that, don’t you?” he whispered in my ear, his voice low and husky. “You like being filthy and dirty, letting everyone see what a slut you are. I wasn’t going to say anything, but I know you have some other guy’s cum in you. It gushed around my fingers, you little slut.”
My pussy clenched at his words, I loved being three holes, a mouth, and a set of tits. I loved being exposed and used. And I liked even more the fact that he knew that about me.
I nodded my head, unable to form any coherent words. My body was on fire, burning with lust and desire. I was so desperate for him to touch me, to fill me, to fuck me, that I could feel my pussy clenching with anticipation.
We finally arrived at Blaine's apartment and he looked at our Uber driver.
“Want my date to give you a hand job, maybe even fuck her tits,” Blaine asked our driver. I gasped, partly out of shock and partly out of excitement. I couldn't believe what I had just heard. I couldn't believe that Blaine was offering up my body to a complete stranger, but at the same time, I was so turned on by the idea of it.
The Uber driver glanced over at me, his eyes lighting up with excitement. He nodded his head, a sly smile spreading across his face. “I’d love that,” he said.
The three of us got out of the car and I knelt in front of our driver whose cock was already out and hard and its head was wet with precum.
I took my top off revealing my tits and placed his cock between my breasts. I started squeezing them together, making a tight tunnel for his dick to slide through. I looked up into the Uber driver's eyes as I did this, watching as a mix of lust and shock played across his face.
"That's it, squeeze them harder," the Uber driver groaned, his hands reaching out to touch my breasts. I moaned as he played with my nipples, rolling and pinching them between his fingers.
Blaine, not to be left out, undid his pants and pointed his dick at my face.
I opened my mouth and let him slide his cock in. I could taste my dried saliva on his dick, the mix of his cum and spit, and it only turned me on more. I started bobbing my head up and down, taking him deeper and deeper in my mouth. I could feel the warmth spreading through my body, my pussy getting wetter and wetter.
The Uber driver, not to be left out, started thrusting his hips, fucking my tits as I squeezed them together. I could feel his cock getting harder, his balls rubbing against my skin.
I knew he was close, and I wanted him to cum. I wanted to feel his hot load on my skin, marking me as his. I squeezed my tits tighter, my nipples getting harder with every thrust. The Uber driver reached down and grabbed my head, his fingers tangled in my hair.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," the Uber driver groaned, his thrusts getting erratic.
I could feel the Uber driver's cock twitching in my tits, and I knew he was close. With a final thrust, he let out a loud groan, his cock twitching as he spilled his load all over my tits. I closed my eyes and moaned as I felt the hot, sticky cum coating my skin. I loved the feeling of being covered in someone else's cum, of being marked as theirs.
I grabbed hold of his dick and as he oozed the last of his cum out I made sure to get it on Blaine’s shaft. Then I licked it up.
I stood up and handed the driver my shirt. “Something to remember me by,” I said. I was still standing in front of the Uber driver, my tits coated in his cum. I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as I handed him my shirt. He took it with a wide grin on his face, his cock still half-hard.
“Thanks for that,” he said. He looked like a kid on Christmas morning, clutching his present tightly to his chest.
“No problem,” I said. I turned around and walked over to Blaine. He was leaning against his door, his cock still hanging out of his pants.
“So I have someone else’s cum in my pussy, and another guy’s cum all over my tits, you still want a girl like me to spend the night,” I said rubbing cum over my tits. “Fuck yeah,” Blaine replied, his eyes burning with lust. He pulled me close, his hands sliding over my waist, taking in the feel of my curves. His fingers slipped under the waistband of my jeans, his thumb brushing against the top of my pubic bone, causing me to shudder in pleasure.
“I bet you’ll love me even more when you see your cum dripping from my pussy,” I whispered in his ear. I couldn’t help myself, I loved being filthy, deviant. And Blaine seemed to love it too.
When we walked into his apartment we were greeted by his female roommate licking another girls asshole in the living room. Blaine and I just watched the two girls as we ended up sharing some more cocktails. We took our time admiring the different positions they twisted themselves into. Each time new curves would be exposed, each time a new spot would be licked or bitten. The sight already had us both hard, desperate to join.
As Blaine's roommate saw us looking, she simply grinned and gave us a clear nod at us to join them, her legs spread wide with the other girl's head between her thighs. I was surprised at how quickly Blaine was ready to jump in, but I was just as ready to do the same.
The two girls stopped what they were doing and watched as we walked over to them. I couldn't help but feel a thrill as they looked up at me, their eyes filled with lust and desire.
Blaine and I joined the girls, me positioning myself between them and Blaine kneeling behind me. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my ass, making me shiver with anticipation. The girl who had been eating out Blaine's roommate turned to me and started kissing me, her tongue expertly exploring my mouth.
“Is that your cum on her tits,” Trish, Blaine’s roommate asked.
“No it’s our Uber driver’s nut, you should lick it off of her,” Blaine said.
I was too busy making out with a the other girl, I later learned her name was Sammy.
Then I felt Trish’s tongue lapping cum off my tits. I looked over to Blaine who was enjoying the site of three hot chicks going to town of each other. I reached back and grabbed his hard dick, giving it a firm stroke. His hands instinctively reached around my waist and started caressing my breasts. I moaned in pleasure as he pinched my nipples and twisted them between his fingers.
Sammy, the other girl that I was making out with, broke away and kneeled in front of me. She pried my legs apart and started kissing my inner thighs, moving closer and closer to my pussy. I could feel her hot breath on my wet lips, making me shiver with anticipation.
She looked up at me, her eyes burning with lust, as she slowly licked my pussy lips.
"You taste amazing," she whispered, her breath hot on my clit. She started licking me in earnest, her tongue flicking back and forth over my clit. I could feel my orgasm building up inside of me, my clit throbbing with need. I reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her closer to me.
"Don't stop, don't you dare stop," I gasped, my body trembling with pleasure.
“You’ve had a guy cum in it today haven’t you,” Trish asked as she licked my taint. I couldn’t help but moan in pleasure, unable to answer.
Trish didn’t wait for an answer instead decided to start licking my asshole just like she’d licked Sammy’s, the feeling of yet another pair of lips and tongue exploring my skin was alien at first. And even though I had fantasized about this, I never expected to be here, with these two bombshells and Blaine joining in the craziness around me.
Blaine, on the other hand, didn’t waste any time.
He positioned himself behind me and started caressing my thighs, his fingers tracing a path up to my wet and aching pussy. I bit my lip as he slid a finger inside of me, feeling how slick and drenched I was. He started fingering me slowly, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
"You're so wet, Sarah," Blaine growled, his fingers moving faster and faster. I could feel my orgasm building up inside me, my pussy clenching around his fingers.
I was so close, so fucking close, but I didn't want to cum yet. I wanted to prolong the pleasure, to savor every moment of this wild, filthy encounter.
"Please, fuck me," I begged, my voice hoarse with desire. "I want to feel your cock inside of me."
Blaine didn't need any more encouragement. He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and positioned himself in front of me. I could feel the head of his cock pressed against my wet lips, and I instinctively pushed forward, impaling myself on his shaft.
As I did this Trish grabbed my ass cheeks, parting them and kept licking my asshole. Sammy on the other hand has her mouth all over my neck and tits. Her tongue traced a path from my earlobe to my nipple, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin. I moaned in pleasure, feeling my body arch towards hers. She knew exactly what she was doing, driving me wild with every stroke and lick.
Blaine started pounding me, his skin slapping against mine in a delicious rythem. He grabbed onto my hips, digging his fingers into my soft flesh. His thrusts became deeper and harder, his balls slapping against my body .
I reached down and started playing with my clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. I could feel my orgasm building up inside me, the pleasure intensifying with every stroke.
"Fuck, Sarah, you feel used," Blaine growled, his fingers digging into my hips. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against my chest.
I couldn't take it anymore. With a loud moan, I came, my pussy clenching around Blaine's dick.
The pleasure was intense, almost overwhelming, and I couldn't help but scream out as I came, my voice echoing through the room.
Blaine groaned as he felt my pussy clenching around his dick, and he picked up his pace, pounding me harder and harder. I could feel his cock twitching inside of me, and I knew he was close.
"Fuck, Sarah, I'm gonna cum," Blaine growled, his fingers digging into my hips.
"Do it, cum inside of me," I panted, my voice hoarse with pleasure.
"I want to feel your hot load filling me up." With a loud groan, he came, his cock twitching inside of me as he pumped his load into my pussy. I could feel his hot cum filling me up, and I moaned in pleasure.
"Oh fuck, Sarah, you fucking slut," Blaine gasped, his body trembling with pleasure.
I reached down and started rubbing my clit, the sensation of Blaine's cum leaking out of me sending me over the edge again.
“Hey Sammy, why don’t you lick my brother’s cum out of our guest’s cunt,” Trish said. And that’s when I realized Trish and Blaine weren’t just roommates, but siblings. They shared the same devilish blue eyes, sharp jawline and plump lips. But while Blaine’s hair was a dark brown, Trish’s was a fiery red. She had a mischievous glint in her eye and a sexiness to her that was unmatched. But she was also covered in tattoos.
Sammy, a short, curvy woman with long brunette hair and big brown eyes, eagerly lapped up Blaine’s cum from my pussy. I couldn’t believe I was actually enjoying this, but I was.
I loved the way Sammy’s tongue felt on me, the way she sucked and licked Blaine’s cum out of my pussy. It was so fucking dirty, so fucking filthy, and I loved it.
Trish, on the other hand, had moved her attention to my breasts, licking and sucking on my nipples as she played with my clit. I could feel my orgasm building up inside me again, my pussy clenching in anticipation.
Trish knew what she was doing, her face replaced Sammy’s between my legs and age started roughly rubbing my cunt. She wanted me to squirt!
I had never squirted before. I had always believed that squirting was just a myth, something that porn stars did for the camera.
“Just relax, let go,” Trish murmured, her hot breath fanning against my clit. I moaned as she circled my clit with her tongue, her fingers never stopping their relentless assault on my pussy.
“Come on Sarah, let go,” Blaine said from behind me. He trailed kisses across my neck and shoulders, gather one of my nipples in his mouth and sucking on it roughly.
I let out a loud moan as pleasure shot straight to my core. Meanwhile, Trish had managed to get two fingers inside of me, crooking them in a 'come hither' motion. I arched my back as she hit that sweet spot inside of me that had me gasping in pleasure.
"Oh, fuck, yes!" I groaned, reaching down to grab Trish's hand, guiding it to move faster, harder.
I could feel my orgasm building up again, the pressure growing inside of me.
My body trembled with pleasure as Trish continued to work her magic on me. She flicked her tongue against my clit, her fingers rhythmically pumping in and out of me. I felt another wave of pleasure wash over me as I came again, this time even harder than before. I couldn't help but scream out, my body shaking with pleasure.
"Yes, yes, yes!" I cried out, my voice hoarse and shaking.
Trish didn't stop, she continued to lick and finger me, drawing out every last bit of pleasure from my body. Her goal was me squirting and she wasn’t going to relent. I could barely feel my legs quivering in ecstasy while Trish just chuckled, her tongue circled my clit before sucking it into her mouth. In and out, her mouth and fingers worked me over with skill and precision.
"Fuck, don't stop," I cried, my nails digging into the couch as I squirmed beneath her touch.
Then I squirted. Getting my pussy’s juices splashing all over Trish’s face. She lapped it up, not letting a drop go to waste, and I moaned in pleasure as she did so. I was still in disbelief at what was happening, but at the same time I was flooded with euphoria, ecstasy, and arousal.
As I finally came down from the high, I looked around at the three people surrounding me on this sofa: Blaine, Trish, and Sammy.
We were still all naked and covered in a mix of sweat, cum, and my juices.
"Holy fuck, that was incredible," I whispered, still slightly out of breath.
Blaine smiled at me, his lips quirking up on one side.
"You can say that again," he said, leaning down to press a kiss to my bare shoulder.
Trish grinned at me, her eyes glinting with mischief.
"Welcome to the family," she said, leaning in to give me a quick hug.
“Do you two actually,” I paused letting the rest of the question linger.
“Do I fuck my brother, no. We just have group sex together often. I’ve had him in me on occasion, but it’s bound to happen in a sea of bodies, but no we aren’t incestuous beyond that,” Trish said.
“Except for fucking oral,” Sammy added with a laugh. “These two go down on each other regularly,” Sammy flicked her tongue making a wet noise. I couldn’t help but laugh at Sammy’s crudeness. It was just one of the things I loved about her, she was never afraid to say what was on her mind, no matter how taboo it might be.
I leaned into Blaine, feeling his warmth against my skin. His arm wrapped around my waist, his hand resting on my hip. I looked up at him, and he smiled down at me. It was a soft smile, one that spoke of affection and intimacy.
“This never happens on a first date,” Blaine said.
“Are you trying to collect a harem,” I asked. “Something like that, but I prefer to think of it as expanding my sex family,” Blaine replied, a mischievous glint in his eye.
I couldn’t help but laugh at his unconventional turn of phrase. “Expanding your sex family, huh? And do you plan on having me meet your parents?” I teased. Blaine chuckled, his hand absent-mindedly tracing patterns on my waist.
“In due time, darling,” he said, a sly smile on his lips. “I think my dad would enjoy your talents.” Blaine winked at me before taking a sip of his drink. I choked on my own drink at his words, spluttering and coughing as I tried to catch my breath.
“You can’t just say things like that,” I said once I had recovered.
“Why not? It’s the truth. He’s a red-blooded man, and I’m sure he’d appreciate a pretty young thing like you,” Blaine replied with a shrug.
I shook my head at him, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.
“It’s true,” Sammy added, “their parents are sex gods. Their dad can fuck for hours and their mom is a hot dom.”
And that gave me an idea!