Mistaken Identity
Kurt lay quietly on the bed, but his mind was racing. He was blindfolded. One of his hands was above his head, shackled to the brass headboard. The other wrist had another set of handcuffs around it, but those were not secured to the headboard – yet.
He was completely naked. The hotel room was at the end of the complex, the one that afforded the most privacy. The door was unlocked and on the table was a shot of tequila. It was the best he could afford.
Everything was exactly as she had requested.
He listened as she came into the room. He knew it was her – that slight gasp was definitely feminine. He couldn’t see her from underneath the blindfold, but he listened intently as she gently shut the door behind her. Fabric rustled softly – she was wearing a dress, he imagined – and he listened as she stopped by the table.
“Tequila,” he said softly. “Just what you wanted.”
“Yes.”
The sound of her voice was smooth as silk, and Kurt was instantly hard. He had no idea what she looked like, but now he knew how she sounded. It was something he had fantasized about during those long nights on the internet, as they shared their desires and fantasies and finally came up with a plan to meet each other in the most unconventional of ways.
There was more rustling, and then her weight shifted him on a bed a bit as she climbed on. The first thing he felt was the smoothness of her long legs as she straddled him. Her hands closed on his wrist and soon the second set of handcuffs was closed. He was bound to the bed underneath a complete stranger, and at that moment she was pressing her wet pussy against his dick, teasing him with the promise of what he had come to this hotel room for.
“Please,” he whispered.
She slid down on his dick. She took him in all the way, surrounding him with the soft heat. He thrust his hips up as she pushed down the second time, and soon she was slamming down on him hard enough to make his whole body ache. It was an all-out fuck with a stranger, the one thing he had always wanted but never dreamed would happen. He didn’t know her, couldn’t see her, and would always wonder what she had looked like…but that didn’t matter right now, because she was determined to come into this room, take his come from him, and leave. That was all she wanted, and he wanted to give it to her.
She was riding him with all she had, and soon he knew he was on the verge. He whispered to her that he was going to come and she moved faster, then suddenly her pussy tightened around him and she called out, a hot and sexy sound that made it clear how good her orgasm was. That was all it took for Kurt – he came hard and emptied himself into the woman’s pussy as she squeezed him and panted with the aftermath of her own come.
Without a word, the woman climbed off the bed. He listened to the rustling of clothes. Then he heard the door open and close. A moment later, he realized he was still shackled to the bed.
“Hey…hey, come back!”
The door opened again, and he was relieved. The steps across the floor were deliberate and measured. They stopped by the table, and his heart began to pound when he heard a woman’s voice – a completely different woman from the first.
“Where is the tequila I asked for?” she demanded, and Kurt suddenly realized that the first woman was the ultimate stranger – and now he would be fucking a second one very shortly.
“You will not believe what just happened,” he said.
