So here is how this one starts, and I want you to picture all of it. Earlier this week, the four of us met at our coffee shop, the little one on the corner, and all we talked about was you. By now you are addicted to our get-togethers, so I simply sent you a text. Free Saturday night? And you wrote back yes before I even put my phone down. Of course you did.

The rest of the week, the four of us went shopping. Toys. Straps. A few surprises we picked out just for you. We did not tell you a single thing, and that was exactly the point.

You arrive on Saturday night. My bedroom is dark, just one low lamp burning in the corner, and as far as you can tell, I am alone. We go over the rules first, because this time they are different. I am not going to tell you what is going to happen. No hints at all. Only that it is a mix of things we have done before and some brand new things. That it is going to be longer. And that you are going to be even more vulnerable to us than you have ever been. Your safeword is still orange, and it always will be. You nod, and I can already see how hard you are. Fuck, you cannot wait to get started. Neither can I.

I sit you down on the big chair and I take off my shirt, then my jeans, slow, letting you watch. You tell me my body is that of a goddess, and the way you look at me makes me feel like one. I straddle your lap and I lift your t shirt over your head. I kiss you slowly, starting at your neck, moving all the way down your torso, tasting your skin. Then I am kneeling in front of you, undoing your pants and pulling at them. You help me. They are off. The sight of your hard cock straining under your shorts makes me moan out loud, and I let you hear it.

I pull you off the chair and I lead you to the foot of the bed. You notice a pillow or two on the floor a few feet from the edge of the bed, and you wonder what they are for. "Kneel, facing the bed," I say, letting my breasts brush gently against your back as I guide you down. You oblige.

Then I place these little earbuds in your ears, and the moment they go in, all the sound in the room is gone. You cannot even hear me breathing. Then there is a tiny click, and suddenly you hear my voice, only my voice. I tell you that you are not allowed to hear anything unless I am giving you instructions. That you are going to have to simply imagine what is happening in the room around you. Then I turn on some music, a soft but heavy beat, just underneath my voice. Now you cannot hear anything but that beat and me.

I am blindfolding you now. There. Yes, you are feeling vulnerable, and I can feel you trembling, but you are loving every single second of it. I place your outstretched arms on the edge of the bed and I position you just close enough that your chin can rest on the edge. Every once in a while I break the silence with a little instruction, or I tell you how wet I am getting just setting the stage for you. You have no idea what I am planning.

Around your wrists, you feel me fasten straps, and then you are anchored to the bed, a torso length away. Between your legs, you feel me place what feels like a bar, forcing your bent legs apart. I strap your knees to it and anchor the whole thing to the floor. You cannot move. You cannot see. You can barely hear. All goes quiet except for the music. I think you can tell I have left the room. Your mind is racing with what might be coming next, and your whole body is trembling with excitement. You are completely at our mercy, and you have never wanted anything more.

After a little while, you cannot hear or see a thing, but you can sense that you are not alone anymore. Fingertips trace down your exposed back. Then kisses, soft and warm, on your neck as you rest your head on the edge of the bed. You feel someone climb onto the bed. Thighs brush against your skin. You lift your head and you know immediately, you just know, that my wet pussy is right in front of your face. Instinctively you start licking. Fuck, you taste me like you have been starving for it. I let the earbuds open up, and now you can hear me moaning, calling your name, my hand pushing your head deeper. I tell you to go slower, and then my voice is gone again, and it is just you and the taste of me.

You love my cum so much, you tell me later you cannot imagine why I would have to tie you up to get it. But feeling like my slave, with no choice but to pleasure me, it intensifies everything inside you, and I can feel it in the way your tongue works me.

Then, all of a sudden, while you’re ever so gently teasing my pussy and drinking my cum, you feel more hands on you. You are a little surprised, but fuck, do they feel good. You hear the snip of scissors, and your shorts are cut away. At least four hands are on your back, legs and even, every once in a while, stroking your cock now. The sensations, the stroking, the teasing, and it is hard to tell where one ends and the next begins. Someone has slid onto the floor beneath you, and she takes you deep down her throat, devouring you.

You are going crazy. My wetness is dripping down your chin, there is so much of it. Your cock is being worshipped. Your tongue is fucking me. This is mind blowing. And through all of it, you can barely see or hear a thing, except when I let you hear the sounds of the room, the sounds of sex and pure desire. As if this could not get any better, you feel someone pour warm oil down your lower back, rubbing it all over your ass, teasing closer and closer to your hole. A few seconds later you feel the buzz of a toy circling you, and then with one gentle thrust, you are being fucked there too. This is unbelievable. Fucked three ways at once, and you are helpless to do anything but take it.

It gets more intense, and we are all getting close. The blow job softens, just enough to keep you on the edge, and you beg for more. "Please, please, please," you gasp. Someone pulls the earbuds out of your ears. You can hear the room now, all of us breathing hard.

And you hear my voice, clear and wicked. "Amber, are you capturing all of this? Did you hear the desperation in his voice?" Capturing? And then you remember one of us saying once that we wanted to film us, so we could watch it whenever we could not be together. Now you are totally exposed. Your ass is being pounded, your cock is being teased in someone’s hot and wet mouth, and you are making me cum on your tongue, and you know you cannot move or control a single thing. I cum, and when I do, I scream so everyone in the room knows it.

Okay. Switch. And with that, we each take a new position. I am shaking too much to hold the camera, so I gladly take the toy and slide it back into you, pushing you so deep and hard that you are nudged forward, right into someone else's pussy. It is not mine, but it is still fucking delightful. Below you, someone gets comfortable and starts licking the pre cum dripping from your cock. The moaning, fuck, the moaning from all of us is enough to drive you right over the edge. And as usual, I am directing everyone, making it play out exactly how I want it. Faster. Lick softer. Now harder. Now put your tongue in her pussy. And down below, get that cock down your throat.

The intensity is unreal. "Amber," I say, "do you want him to make you cum now?" And Amber moans yes. I tell you no, I order you to do what she wants. And you oblige, your tongue finding her, working her while she grinds against your face. It is driving you right to the very edge, and you are frustrated, because I tell Renee to stop touching your cock. She moans in disappointment, but she obeys. Denied again, baby. Two down, two to go.

Round three is Renee. Tall, strong, that wicked grin on her face. She climbs onto the bed and straddles your face like she owns it, her strong thighs bracketing your head. She is not gentle, and you love it. She rides your tongue hard, pulling your head deeper with her hands, and you can feel how soaked she is. Behind you, the toy pulses inside your ass, and someone's hand wraps around your cock again, stroking just enough to make you ache. You pour everything into making her cum, your tongue relentless, and when she finally shatters, her whole body shudders and she cries out your name. But you? You are still denied. Still trembling on the edge.

And round four is Stephanie, all long dark waves and green eyes. She is slower, sensual, she settles over your mouth and grinds in slow circles, whispering how good you feel, how she has been waiting all week for this. Her thighs start to shake, and then she is cumming too, soft and shaking and breathless against you. Four of us. Four orgasms on your tongue. And you, still kneeling there, blind, bound, aching, absolutely wrecked, and so fucking hard it hurts.

"Well, girls," I say, "look at him. Just look at what a mess he is." And you hear me step close, my voice right at your ear. I whisper, “You agreed to let us do whatever we want tonight. Are you ready for what's next?"

And you gasp out, and softly reply that you are all ours to do whatever we want. End of scene one, baby. Catch your breath. The interlude is coming.