Blindfolded Bliss: A Cuckold’s Ignorant Paradise
Deep in the throbbing heart of a glittering casino hotel lounge, where the air hung thick with cigar smoke and the sharp tang of spilled whiskey, Alex sipped his watered-down scotch, oblivious to the storm brewing around him. His fiancée Lena, a sultry 26-year-old vixen with raven-black hair cascading in wild waves down her back and curves that screamed for sin, lounged against the polished bar. Her stepdaughter Riley, fresh-faced at 19 with sun-kissed blonde locks and a lithe, athletic build honed from yoga classes, giggled beside her. They weren’t blood-related, thank fuck, but Alex treated Riley like his own, blind to the fire in her eyes.
Their weekend getaway with Alex’s burly construction buddies—Brock, a towering beast with salt-and-pepper stubble and arms like tree trunks, and Vance, his equally ripped partner with a shaved head and tribal tattoos snaking up his neck—had turned electric. The crew of four roughnecks had crashed the party, their work boots scuffing the marble floors, reeking of sawdust and sweat even after a half-assed shower.
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Chapter 1: Lounge Licks and Hidden Fingers 🔥
Alex adjusted his tie, chuckling at some lame joke about job sites. “These girls are freezing in those slutty little dresses,” he said, ever the clueless knight. Lena’s outfit clung like a second skin—a crimson number slashed low to expose her heaving D-cups, barely contained by a lacy black bra, the hem riding high on her toned thighs where fishnet stockings gripped like lovers’ hands. Riley mirrored her in electric blue, her perky C-cups bouncing with every laugh, the fabric so sheer her pierced nipples poked through like invitations.
Brock eyed Lena’s exposed thigh flesh, that tantalizing strip between stocking top and skirt. “Darlin’, you’re gonna catch your death out there,” he growled, his massive palm landing flat on her bare skin. The touch zinged like lightning; Lena’s breath hitched, her pussy clenching under the thin thong. She parted her legs wide, shameless, the scent of her arousal blooming amid the lounge’s haze.
“Warm me up, big guy,” Lena purred, her voice husky. Brock’s fingers danced higher, rubbing the silky inner thigh, inches from her dripping slit. Vance grinned, pulling Riley close. “Same for you, kitten?”
Riley nodded, biting her lip. “Please, Vance. Daddy Alex doesn’t mind, right?” Alex beamed. “Take care of ’em, boys. They’re wild things.”
In the dim glow of neon lights, Brock slipped under Lena’s skirt, his thick digit tracing her soaked labia. She moaned low, grinding against his hand, the wet schlick of his finger plunging into her cunt echoing softly over the jazz band’s sax wail. Taste of salt on his lips as he sucked his thumb clean later—no one noticed but Riley, who mirrored the scene on Vance’s lap, her young hole stretched by two invading fingers.
Public Tremors
Lena bucked subtly, her heavy tits jiggling as Brock thumb-fucked her relentlessly. “Fuck, your hand’s a furnace,” she whispered, eyes glazing. Alex watched, mistaking her shudders for chills. “See? They’re thawing out.”
Riley came first, a muffled squeal into Vance’s neck, her juices trickling down his wrist, the musky perfume mixing with his cologne. Lena followed, orgasming hard, her cry lost in the crowd’s din as Brock’s fingers curled against her G-spot, flooding his palm with her squirt. He withdrew, licking them slow, savoring her tangy essence. “More where that came from, sugar?”
“Load me up later, stud,” Lena winked, legs still quivering. Alex clapped Brock’s back. “Good man!”
The group piled into a stretched limo for the opera house trek, Alex up front paying the fare, clueless as ever.
Chapter 2: Limo Gangbang Rodeo 💋
The limo hummed through rain-slicked streets, leather seats groaning under the weight of lust. Alex chatted with the driver about traffic, separated by the privacy glass. In the back, shadows danced wild.
Brock yanked Lena onto his lap first, her skirt hiked up, thong ripped aside. His massive 10-inch cock—veiny, throbbing beast—slammed into her unprotected cunt with a wet slap. “Ride it, whore,” he grunted, hands mauling her tits, pinching nipples till milk-white skin bruised.
Lena bounced, ass cheeks clapping, the scent of raw sex overpowering the new-car smell. “God, it’s thicker than Alex’s wrist!” she gasped to Riley, who was face-fucked by Vance’s girthy pole, gagging on the salty pre-cum drooling down her chin.
“Taste that daddy dick, baby girl,” Vance snarled, throat-fucking her till tears streamed. The other builders—Jax, Troy, and Zeke—watched, cocks out, stroking to the show. Riley pulled off, strings of spit connecting her lips to Vance’s helmet. “Bigger than this morning’s crew fuck?”
“Hell yeah. Fill my teen twat next.”
They rotated like a porn carousel. Lena got passed lap to lap, each builder pounding her sloppy hole, creaming her womb with thick ropes of jizz. “Swallow it deep, cumdump,” Jax growled, erupting balls-deep. Cum bubbled out, staining the seats, the air thick with bleach-like semen tang.
Riley took double duty—Vance in her pussy, Troy in her tight ass, the DP making her scream in ecstasy. “Stretch me, fuckers! Daddy’s too small!” Her orgasms squirted arcs onto the floor, mixing with the men’s loads.
Rainy Revelations
Alex banged on the glass. “Everything okay back there?” Laughter erupted. “Just snacking, hon! Boys brought treats!” Lena called, mid-thrust, burping a cum bubble that she shared in a sloppy kiss with Riley. A glob of seed plopped out, white and viscous, onto the carpet.
Twenty minutes of nonstop rutting left the girls glazed—cunts gaping, asses leaking, faces smeared with nut. The limo reeked like a glory hole. Alex opened the door at the opera house, hit by the pungent wave. “Whoa, what snacks were those?” The builders zipped up, crotches lipstick-smeared.
Lena stumbled out, hand on belly, letting out a cum-fart that splattered pearly drops on the pavement. Riley giggled, “Couldn’t hold it all, sis!” They howled, linking arms.
Chapter 3: Opera House Lap Orgy
The opera house buzzed with velvet opulence, chandeliers dripping light like molten gold. Alex bought tickets last-minute for a risqué production—”Adulterous Arias”—a tale of forbidden fucks amid symphonic swells. Row M, seats 1-7: Alex on the aisle, then Brock, Vance, the crew, girls “sharing laps” to save cash.
Darkness fell, violins weeping as the curtain rose on a soprano getting railed backstage. The seats vibrated—fancy haptic tech, Alex thought—as moans synced with the soundtrack.
Lena straddled Brock first, her cum-filled pussy slurping down his renewed hard-on. “Feel that opera cock?” she whispered, grinding slow. The row rocked rhythmic, her tits flopping free, sucked by eager mouths.
Riley on Vance: “Plow my cheerleader snatch, coach.” He jackhammered up, her juices splashing, the wet farts of air escaping her stretched holes punctuating arias.
They swapped every ten minutes—Lena passed like a fucktoy, each builder breeding her anew. “Drain those balls in me!” Crude whispers amid the overture. Jax added anal, her rosebud blooming red around his girth.
Intermission Indulgence
Alex hit concessions, queueing forever. Overheard whispers: “That 19-year-old’s a vacuum—milked me twice.” “Fiancée’s ass is gold; planned 10 ‘personal training’ sessions at a C-note pop.” “Hubby’s clueless; in nine months, boom.”
Returning, he saw Lena deepthroating Brock, Riley reverse-cowgirling Troy. He handed snacks; Lena French-kissed him, cum-tainted tongue swirling. “Thanks, baby.” Her body jerked from behind-thrusts he mistook for vibrations.
Riley smooched him too, her hand brushing his pathetic four-incher. “Too tiny for my grip, Daddy,” she giggled inwardly, but to him: “Love ya.”
Chapter 4: Backstage Betrayal – New Inferno 🔥
Intermission hit; the group snuck backstage via a crew door. Alex waited in line for drinks— “Be right back!”—while Brock led the girls to a prop room stacked with costumes and mirrors.
“Time for the real show,” Brock rumbled, bending Lena over a velvet chaise. His cock speared her ass, no lube but leftover cum. “Take this builder batter, bitch!” She howled, the slap of flesh echoing like thunderclaps.
Riley knelt, servicing the crew orally—a daisy chain of throats stuffed. Jax face-fucked her till she puked pre-cum, then flipped her for a spitroast. “Choke on it, step-slut!” Semen rained; she gargled, swallowing half, letting the rest paint her face like warpaint.
New twist: Lena strapped on a prop dildo, pegging Riley’s pussy while Brock reamed her mouth. “Eat my fiancé-fucked hole, sis!” Incestuous moans built to twin climaxes, bodies slick with sweat, tasting of salt and sin.
Alex found them “freshening up,” makeup smudged, dresses askew. “Great seats ahead!” he cheered.
Prop Room Pounding
Back in seats, the second act exploded—orgy scene mirroring their sins. Lena and Riley, pussies raw and overflowing, took turns on Alex’s lap briefly, grinding his tiny nub to frustration while whispering, “Feel how loose we are now?” He blushed: “Love the tech.”
Finale breeding: All holes filled, cum gushing in symphonic harmony.
Chapter 5: Elevator Ecstasy Overload
Post-show, the elevator descent turned depraved. Packed with strangers oblivious in the crush, Brock pinned Lena to the wall, cock sneaking under her skirt for stealthy pumps. “Quiet, cumrag,” he hissed, her bites muffling gasps.
Riley bent for Vance, anal in the corner, the lift’s hum masking squelches. Crew rotated, turning it into a vertical gangbang. Alex, at front, chatted weather. “Cozy back there?”
Lena came silently, flooding the floor; Riley’s ass prolapsed slightly, winking pink. Doors opened to the lobby—group disheveled, scents screaming sex.
Descent into Depravity
Back at the hotel, new scene: Hot tub soak. Alex in trunks, the girls nude under bubbles, riding cocks underwater. Bubbles hid the frenzy—Lena airtight on Brock and Jax, Riley bukkake target.
“Best getaway ever,” Alex sighed, sipping beer, blind to the creampies bubbling up.
Chapter 6: Dawn’s Dripping Reckoning 💋
Morning light filtered through suite curtains. Alex woke to moans—Lena and Riley tag-teamed by the crew in the king bed. He rubbed eyes: “Room service?”
“Morning wood buffet!” Lena laughed, impaled on Brock’s morning glory while sucking Vance. Riley 69’d Jax, pussy grinding his face. “Join us, Daddy?”
Alex watched, finally stirring. “Uh, maybe next time.” They fucked till noon—triple penetrations, ass-to-mouth chains, piss play in the tub for filth’s sake. Cum baths left them glazed porcelain dolls.
As builders left, Lena cuddled Alex. “You’re the best, baby. They just… helped warm us up.” Riley winked: “Yeah, Daddy. Free gym sessions incoming.”
Alex grinned, belly full from their “breakfast burps”—cum-scented belches he ignored. Nine months later? Twins from different daddies. But that’s another tale.
Their paradise of denial pulsed on, raw and relentless.
