I had finally made the interior plan for renovating Harri. He had begun to carry out my plan and some of the old wallpaper had already been stripped off the walls and the surfaces smoothed. Now it was time for painting. The living room was already being redecorated, so Harri had moved the Dominatrix supplies mattress and other things to the large bedroom. He had a normal bed, of course, but he thought a mattress on the floor gave him more room to move and fulfil his fantasies with the dominatrix.

The painter had smoothed the walls in the living room, and he started working there. He was a man I knew. I had worked with him before on other projects. He was a rather young man, maybe about 40 years old, tall, blond green-eyed, and well-built. He wasn't particularly handsome, but he was always polite and had a twinkle in his eye. Our relationship was slightly flirtatious and I know he enjoyed looking at my big breasts and curves. I don't even know if he was married, but he always did his job well and professionally.

I was going to Harri's to check on the progress of the renovation and to think about how to proceed with the bedroom. Harri wasn't home at the moment, but I went in because the door was unlocked. I shouted if anyone was home, and the painter answered cheerfully from the living room. The painter was dressed very lightly because it was hot inside. He was only wearing overalls with no shirt underneath. His tanned skin glistened with sweat, and his blond chest hair was short and curly. I stopped at the door and stared at the sight. He was like Adonis and looked very sexy.

He said hello in a low voice and looked at me for a long time. I was frozen to the spot in the doorway. I was wearing a light summer dress, and the sunlight shining through the fabric made the outline of my legs clearly visible, maybe even the fact that I wasn't wearing panties. My breasts swelled with anticipation, and I finally caught my breath.

I went over to him and hugged him. We chatted for a moment, and I praised his work. He had achieved a lot in a short time. His hand gently touched my butt as he hugged me and it made me flinch, but it felt really good and actually a little arousing. He complimented me and said frankly that I looked sexy today, whilst complaining about how a man could be expected to concentrate at work when there was such a beautiful woman nearby?

Then he bent down to the floor and picked up the sexy red half-bra that I had been wearing the last time I had a session with Harri. The bra had been on the floor behind the protective plastic. I blushed and my eyes widened in horror. Shit, it had been left on the floor after the session when I took it off, and Harri had not hidden it away. The painter smiled broadly.

"What a sexy bra. It would fit you perfectly!" he laughed and grinned.

He held the bra out as if trying it on for me. I stood in front of him, trembling with excitement. I couldn't move.

Then I straightened up and smiled, whispering to him, "This is what you'd like to see me wearing, right?"

"Of course, who wouldn't want to see that dream body in such a sexy bra? I’d gladly take it off, too,” he replied.

My mind was in turmoil. I was getting horny but tried to look cool in front of him. We laughed about it, and I took the bra from him, playfully pretending to try it on, just to tease him. I saw a twinkle in his eyes, and he licked his lips. I didn't know what to do with the bra, so I just kept it in my hand. We talked about the painting for a while, and I told him to keep up the good work. I decided to go to the bedroom to see what was needed there next.

The painter smiled broadly and said happily, "Just tell me when you need me, I'll be right there!"

"Of course, I will tell you when I want you," I told him, laughing, "You can bet on that!"

I turned on my heels and went upstairs. I felt his eyes on my back and walked, swaying perhaps a little too provocatively, knowing that I was teasing him. While I was checking my plans upstairs, Harri arrived home and came straight up. We hugged, and he immediately noticed the red bra in my hands.

He pointed it out to me with a twinkle in his eye, "Are you going to put that on now? The thought is getting me excited that I could tie you to my bed instantly!"

"Oh, you really want me in your bed now," I replied to Harri with a smile. "Well, we can't do anything now because the painter is here."

"The painter won't bother us,” Harri explained. “He can't hear or see anything when we're upstairs, and I’ll shut the door. Please wear that bra under your dress!” he pleaded, “You’re making me hard just thinking about it. I can’t tell you how turned on I am!"

I was getting excited too so I decided that I would wear it under my dress, knowing that it would probably show through the thin fabric, as would my rock-hard nipples. I impulsively took the decision that I was going to fulfil Harri's fantasy. Again, I didn't think about what situation I was putting myself in, I just let my desires guide me.

Harri showed me how hard his cock was already by taking my hand and placing it on his pants. Harri told me how often he had dreamed of me tied up and blindfolded on his bed. His wish had been to satisfy me just by touch, but without me seeing how he did it. He asked if I’d agree to going along with it?

I told him that I definitely didn’t want to be fully tied up, but the overall idea really appealed to me, and we discussed what he might do.

“I can show you now if you have a moment,” he said with a mischievous smile.

I was feeling ridiculously turned on and could feel my pussy getting wet but was still feeling nervous about the painter hearing anything downstairs. In the end, I stopped overthinking it and just nodded at Harri.

“Why don’t you just show me how restrained I would be, and I can tell you how I feel about it?” I said, my voice clearly betraying my nervous excitement.

Harri started arranging the bed and took out his leather cuffs and adjustable spread bar that we had used earlier. I watched it with excitement as he made these preparations. He asked me to take off my dress. I didn't have any panties on, so I asked if I could just leave it open so I wouldn't be completely naked. The dress would give me a little psychological protection and make me feel more comfortable. We agreed to put the leather cuffs on me as well as the adjustable spread bar on my ankles.

In my own mind, this was just a trial run to make sure I felt at ease with the situation. Harri went to the door to close it, and I opened my wrap dress and lay on the bed. The situation was insanely arousing, and I was completely soaked. If I was touched even with a fingertip, I felt I would probably cum immediately. I had an uncontrollable urge to please Harri and live out our fantasy together. I most definitely did not want this to be a trial run now!

He came next to me and fixed a soft pink mask over my eyes, which he had ordered as a gift. He asked me to relax, to let all my senses focus solely on my pleasure, and then put on some peaceful music. He also closed the window curtains so that the room was dim, and the atmosphere sensual. I was now about to explode with lust. I was waiting for the first touch, the feeling it would bring, my hunger grew, and my back arched. My breasts heaved, and my nipples were hard as if waiting for a mouth to nibble them. Because I couldn't see, my skin, ears, and nose became highly attuned to this sexual experience.

Harri's hand started touching my sensitive breasts and he rolled his fingers around my areola and nipples, also circling my entire heaving breast and the sides of my half bra. I trembled with lust and gasped. I felt his lips on my nipples and a light suction. I panted harder and licked my lips. I wasn’t sure how I was going to survive if he kept this up. I involuntarily spread my crotch as if demanding touch in my most secret place.

I writhed in my handcuffs and rolled my hips in a torment of sexual frustration. I felt Harri move off the bed and assumed he was fetching a toy to tease me with. I prayed it would be a vibrator and that I would be at his complete mercy when he used it on me. The feeling of blind submission was something that words can’t describe. My feelings of arousal were ratcheting up to almost unbearable levels and I desperately wanted the release and relief of and orgasm.

I heard footsteps and felt someone sitting on the bed. Hands caressed my legs over my dress. I flinched and sighed. My back automatically rose, and I spread my legs as much as the bar would allow. My pussy was already glistening with wetness. A hand moved my dress aside and I felt it moving towards my clit. I licked my lips and moaned softly. I was already so close to cumming.

These hands were rough-textured and big, but they touched me gently and carefully. For a moment I wondered in a panic if they were actually Harri's, but then the finger was already circling around my clit, stroking my pussy lips and relentlessly teasing my labia. I was beyond caring now. His other hand pinched my pierced nipple and rolled it in his fingertips. I moaned out loud.

“I can't take it anymore, Harri!” I’m going to cum any moment,” I whispered, “Oh my God, this is so amazing.”

I felt a weight on the bed next to me, and soon there were undeniably other hands on my breasts, pinching and circling my nipples. Next, the hands were wandering over my thighs and my pussy mound. I felt like a volcano that was about to erupt. The hand crept downwards, and I opened my mouth and tried to hold back my scream, licking my lips because as my mouth became dry, feeling as if all the fluid in my body was pouring into my cunt.

The air was filled with the aromas of sex; pungent male aftershave, the tangy odour of sweat, the musk of my cunt, and the bitter sweet scent of oozing pre-cum. This heady perfume turned us into primitive animals, causing my pussy to drip with juice and their rigid cocks to swell and throb.

I now knew that there were two pairs of hands caressing me, both of them hopefully intent on giving me orgasms beyond my wildest dreams. Harri had obviously let the painter in the room, because he had opened the door and seen us on the bed. Harri had asked him to be quiet and invited him to caress me. I wish I could have seen the expression on his face! I hoped he was horny and hard, hoping that his gentle caresses would at some point lead to a fuck.

Someone's finger slowly entered my cunt. I responded by pushing my hips against it rhythmically. Another finger rubbed my clit, and with a long, loud moan of utter relief my entire body shook in a seemingly endless orgasmic wave. I had never been in a situation like this before, blindfolded, relying only on my senses, riding the peaks of torment and pleasure. I had thought that getting off on watching other couples fuck was my greatest realised fantasy, but this was at another level.

My hands began to search for a hard cock next to me. I needed to stroke and jerk it, and although my hands were shackled, I could move them enough. I groped towards a crotch; I didn’t care whose it was and reached for a cock. My hands travelled up a muscular thigh, and I managed to grip a hard shaft in my hand. I started stroking it excitedly. Simultaneously, my other hand groped on the other side, but frustratingly, no luck!

The one I was grasping was a truly rock-hard cock and so big. My hand wrapped around it, and I felt the oily pre-cum lubricating it. My hand moved lightly along the shaft, and I jerked it slowly, sometimes twirling my finger around the glans. I heard the man groan with passion. Then the other cock was suddenly in my other hand, and I began to give it the same treatment. My excitement was now almost uncontrollable.

Harri and the painter were both caressing my body and every horny spot in me, and I was cumming in what felt like continuous torrents. The men were moaning out loud, and I was jerking their cocks furiously. I would have liked to have seen the painter's expression as he watched me in the throes of orgasm, but imagining it just intensified the experience. I couldn't see the men, but I sensed them deeply, hearing their panting, and inhaling the intoxicating odours of sex. It was one of the horniest moments of my life.

My hands caressed both cocks and I felt one of the men move between my legs. Finally, someone was going to fuck me! I was so delirious with lust and tried to spread my legs, but the bar prevented it and was soon removed. One of the guys took my thighs into his hands, lifted them onto his shoulders and moved his cock close to my cunt. The only thought in my head was, oh my God, any second now I’m finally going to get fucked! He took his hard cock in his hand, placed it on my pussy lips and rubbed it back and forth, sometimes touching my clit.

“Oh man! Fuck, fuck me, please!” I moaned, desperate to be penetrated.

At the same time, I was jerking the other cock slowly, and squeezing the balls. I felt in my hand how the veins were bulging and how close this cock was to spilling its seeds. I would have liked for us all to cum at the same time, but I was losing control in my craving to get a cock inside me. I felt like a real slut, a desperate horny woman lusting after cocks.

I wasn't sure which man was where anymore. I couldn't recognize him for sure because my eyes were covered. The man, who was teasing my pussy lips and clit was definitely at the point of shooting his load as well, and I tried to get him inside me by thrusting my hips towards his cock. Soon, I felt hot semen spurting onto my breasts and heard one of the guys moaning a string of profanities as he spurted his cream over me. At the same moment, I felt the other cock thrust into my cunt and wave of white heat hit me. I came so hard, my cunt contracted around the cock as I screamed and bucked wildly under him. This drove him over the edge, and after a few hard thrusts I heard him groan loudly and felt his cock pumping huge load of cum deep inside my hot fuckhole.

Then I had to remove my mask and see the men's expressions. Harri was next to me smiling happily, and I realized he had cum over my tits. The painter was between my legs naked, his body glistening with sweat, his hips thrusting slowly, still enjoying his orgasm.

He looked at me and smiled and blew me a kiss as he said, “You are an amazing woman, I have never cum so hard in my life.”

I was really excited, and I blushed. We stayed there for a while, enjoying the moment and thanking each other. The painter gently rubbed my clit with his cock and squeezed the last drops of his semen over it. I could feel a river of cum gushing out of my pussy and down my thighs and would have come again quickly if he had continued, but he lifted himself off me and headed to the bathroom smiling at the intensity of what had just happened.

Once they had both left the room, I got dressed. I was both embarrassed and excited to go downstairs to see Harri and the painter together. How did I always end up in these horny situations? Well, I couldn't help myself; the excitement makes me crazy. I guess I'm just a sex hungry slut! The painter was painting the wall when I came into the living room. He looked at me again, longer this time, licking his lips.

“I thought there was something different about you,” he said, “You're a real special woman, as you probably know. I couldn't resist the temptation to join in and couldn’t help fucking you. You're not sorry, are you?”

"Of course, I'm not sorry,” I replied, “I was actually going to insist that you fuck me. You have an amazing cock, I'd like more of that, you fool man!"

I laughed and scratched his bare, hairy chest with my long nails as I passed by.

The man sighed and looked down at his pants. "Look what you're doing!"

His cock was already jutting out hard in his overalls again. I think I have a new domination project for this guy…