Blindfolded Hotel Surrender: Raw Erotica 🔥

Chapter 1: The Latch Clicks Open 💋

The door creaked just a fraction, then swung inward with a soft whoosh that sent a shiver racing down my spine. I couldn’t see a damn thing through the black silk tied tight over my eyes, but every sound amplified, every whisper of fabric against skin echoing in my ears like thunder. Her heels—sharp, authoritative—clicked against the hardwood floor, each step deliberate, closing the distance between us. The door latched shut behind her, sealing us in this cocoon of dim light and shadowed desire.

“On your knees, just like I told you,” her voice sliced through the silence, low and commanding, laced with that husky edge that made my cock twitch involuntarily. I nodded, though she couldn’t see it, my hands clasped behind my back as instructed. The room smelled of fresh linen mixed with her perfume—something musky, floral, intoxicating—as she dropped her bag with a thud. Fabric rustled; her coat hit the floor, then the zipper of her jeans, slow and teasing, like she knew I was hanging on every noise.

She was close now, so close I could feel the heat radiating from her body, a warmth that cut through the cool air-conditioned chill. Her fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head back sharply. “You look good like this, pet. Blind and begging without a word.” Her breath was hot against my ear, carrying the faint tang of mint from gum she’d chewed on the way over. I swallowed hard, my mouth dry, tasting the salt of my own anticipation.

Suddenly, she straddled my thighs, her bare legs—smooth, warm—brushing mine. The scent hit me then, that unmistakable aroma of her arousal, pussy wet and ready, seeping through the thin barrier of her panties. She ground against my face, fabric damp and clinging, rubbing slow circles that smeared her essence across my nose and lips. “Smell me. Taste the edge of what’s yours tonight.” I inhaled deeply, the heady musk filling my lungs, making my head spin. My tongue darted out, pressing against the cotton, desperate to breach it, to lap at the source.

“Not yet,” she growled, her grip tightening in my hair, pulling me harder into her. The pressure built, her hips rocking with a rhythm that was both torturous and divine. I could hear her breathing quicken, soft pants escaping her lips, mingling with the wet sounds of fabric against skin. Her thighs flexed around me, muscles taut, and I felt the first real taste—salty-sweet nectar soaking through. God, I wanted more. My hands itched to touch, but I kept them locked, obeying the unspoken rule.

She shifted, one foot planting beside my head on the bed, lifting herself higher. The weight bore down, her pussy smothering me through the panties, cutting off my air in delicious bursts. I gasped when she eased up, sucking greedily at the damp cloth, biting the edge with my teeth. “That’s it, worship it. Show me how bad you need this cunt.” Her words were crude, filthy, spurring me on. I hooked my fingers under the waistband finally, tugging down as she stepped out, first one foot, then the other. Naked now, exposed, she thrust forward again.

Her bare pussy met my mouth—hot, slick, swollen. The flavor exploded on my tongue: tangy, rich, like ripe fruit bruised just right. I licked hungrily, flat and broad, tracing her folds from clit to entrance. She moaned, a deep, throaty sound that vibrated through her body into mine. “Deeper, you fuck. Tongue-fuck me like you mean it.” Her hands guided me, pressing my face flush against her, nose buried in the soft curls above. I probed, swirling inside her, feeling her walls clench around the intrusion. The room filled with slurping sounds, her juices coating my chin, dripping down my neck.

She rode my face then, thighs clamping like a vice, grinding with abandon. Each lift gave me a ragged breath, laced with her scent, before she plunged back down. “Breathe me in, pet. This is all you get.” My world narrowed to her— the velvet heat of her skin, the salty flood on my lips, the way her clit throbbed under my flicking tongue. She gasped, hips bucking faster, until she shattered, a cry ripping from her throat as her orgasm pulsed against my mouth. Waves of her release washed over me, and I drank it all, lapping gently as she trembled.

Read more in Chapter 2: From Behind the Veil for the next wave of submission.

Chapter 2: From Behind the Veil

She pulled away, her breathing ragged, but the night was far from over. “Turn around,” she commanded, voice still husky from her climax. I obeyed, pivoting on my knees, the blindfold keeping me in darkness. The bed creaked as she positioned herself—kneeling, I guessed, ass up, presenting like a queen demanding tribute. Her hand on my head guided me forward, and my lips found her from behind, the curve of her cheeks warm and firm under my palms.

“Lick me clean, then make me dirty again.” Her tone was playful now, edged with demand. I started low, tongue tracing the sensitive skin between her thighs, up to her asshole—tight, puckered, tasting faintly of salt and her. I circled it slowly, wetting it with broad strokes, then stiffened my tongue and pushed in, feeling the resistance give way just a bit. She hissed, pushing back. “Fuck yes, rim me like that. Deeper.” The scent here was earthier, more primal, mixing with the lingering sweetness of her pussy.

I alternated, dipping down to her clit, sucking it between my lips, then back up to probe her entrance. Her labia parted easily under my tongue, slick and inviting. “Spread me wide,” she ordered, and I did, fingers pulling her cheeks apart, exposing everything. The air cooled the wetness there for a second, but my mouth followed, devouring. She thrust back, slapping wetly against my face, grunts escaping her with each impact. “Harder, you worthless tongue-slut. Make this ass yours.”

My cock strained against my pants, aching, but this was her show. I buried my face deeper, nose pressed into her crack, tongue fucking her pussy in circles. She widened her stance, legs spreading, giving me full access. The taste built—her arousal flooding again, coating my fingers as I slipped two inside her, curling them to hit that spot. “Oh god, yes—finger-fuck me while you eat my shithole.” Crude words, but they ignited me. I sucked her rosebud harder, tongue darting in and out, while my fingers pumped relentlessly.

Her body tensed, breaths coming in short bursts. “Don’t stop—I’m close.” I flicked my thumb over her clit, syncing with the thrusts. The room echoed with her moans, the squelch of flesh, the slap of skin. She came hard, asshole clenching around my tongue, pussy gushing over my hand. “Fuck! Yes!” she screamed, collapsing forward, but pulling me with her, keeping my mouth on her as aftershocks rippled through.

I kissed up her thighs, soft now, tasting the sweat beading on her skin. The blindfold itched, but I left it, savoring the vulnerability. “Good boy,” she murmured, reaching back to stroke my hair. “But we’re just warming up.”

Continue to Chapter 3: Unveiled Desires where the blindfold comes off and passions escalate.

Chapter 3: Unveiled Desires

Finally, she tugged the blindfold free, and light flooded my vision—dim, amber from the bedside lamp, but enough to see her sprawled on the bed, skin flushed, eyes dark with hunger. She was a vision: curves that begged to be touched, breasts heaving with each breath, nipples hard peaks. “Look at me,” she said, propping on elbows. “See what you’ve been worshipping.” I did, drinking her in, the faint sheen of sweat making her glow.

She rolled onto her stomach, ass arched invitingly. “Massage me. Earn the right to fuck.” My hands obeyed, sliding over her back, thumbs digging into knots along her spine. Her skin was silk under my palms, warm and yielding. I unclasped her bra—wait, she wasn’t wearing one now, but the memory lingered—and kneaded lower, to the swell of her hips. The scent of her arousal still clung to the air, mixed with the hotel’s faint cleaner smell.

“Lower,” she purred, spreading her legs. I focused on her thighs, squeezing the firm muscle, fingers grazing her pussy lips—puffy, wet. She sighed, pushing back. “Tease me. Make me want it.” I traced circles around her entrance, dipping in just enough to coat my fingers, then up to her clit, rubbing slow. Her taste lingered on my lips, salty-sweet, and I leaned down to kiss her ass cheeks, nipping lightly.

“On your back,” she flipped the script, pushing me down. No—wait, she straddled me instead, grinding her wetness along my clothed cock. “Feel how soaked I am for you? But you don’t get inside yet.” Her hands pinned my wrists, breasts brushing my chest, nipples scraping like fire. She kissed me then, deep and bruising, tongue invading my mouth, sharing her own flavor. “Taste yourself on me,” she whispered against my lips.

She slid down, unzipping me roughly, freeing my throbbing dick. The cool air hit it, then her mouth—hot, enveloping. She sucked hard, no preamble, teeth grazing the shaft. “Fuck my face now,” she demanded, hollowing her cheeks. I thrust up, hands in her hair, the wet slurps filling the room. Her saliva dripped down, pooling at the base, and she hummed, vibrations shooting through me. But she stopped short, edging me. “Not yet. Beg for it.”

“Please, let me fuck you,” I groaned, voice breaking. She laughed, low and wicked. “Earn it first.” Back to her pussy she went, lowering onto my face reverse now, ass smothering me. I ate her ravenously, tongue everywhere—clit, hole, ass—while she stroked me lazily, denying release.

Building the Heat

Her moans grew louder, body rocking. “Finger my ass while you lick.” I did, slick digit pushing in, feeling her clench. The dual penetration made her wild, hips slamming down. “Yes, stretch me—prep me for your cock.” The taboo thrill surged; I added a second finger, scissoring gently. She came again, flooding my mouth, body quaking.

Exhausted but insatiable, she dismounted, eyes gleaming. “Now, flip me over. Fuck me like you own it—but remember, I own you.”

Link to Chapter 4: Rough Claiming for the penetrative frenzy.

Chapter 4: Rough Claiming

I rolled her onto her back, legs spreading wide, pussy glistening under the light. “Take me hard,” she snarled, nails raking my arms. I positioned myself, cock nudging her entrance—hot, welcoming. One thrust, and I was buried deep, her walls gripping like a fist. “Fuck! Deeper—pound this cunt.” The slap of skin on skin echoed, wet and frantic.

She wrapped her legs around me, heels digging into my ass, urging harder. Sweat slicked our bodies, the taste of it on my tongue as I bit her neck. “Choke me,” she gasped, hand guiding mine to her throat. I squeezed lightly, feeling her pulse race under my fingers. Her eyes locked on mine, wild, alive. “Harder—make me feel owned.”

I slammed into her, each thrust jolting the bed, her breasts bouncing. The scent of sex permeated everything—musky, primal. “Your cock feels so good stretching me,” she moaned, fingers clawing my back, drawing blood. Pain mixed with pleasure, heightening it all. I pulled out suddenly, flipping her to all fours. “Ass up. I want that tight hole.”

She arched, presenting. “Lube me with your spit.” I hawked, dripping onto her rosebud, then pushed in slow. Tight— so fucking tight. She pushed back, taking me inch by inch. “Ram it—fuck my ass like a slut.” I did, gripping her hips, bruising. The friction burned, exquisite, her grunts animalistic. “Yes! Fill me up—cum in my shithole.”

Her hand snaked down, rubbing her clit furiously. “I’m gonna squirt—make me.” I angled deeper, hitting that spot through the thin wall. She exploded, juices spraying, soaking the sheets. The clench pulled me over; I roared, pumping hot seed into her ass. We collapsed, panting, bodies entwined in the sticky aftermath.

But she wasn’t done. “Clean me up,” she ordered, pushing my face to her leaking ass. I lapped obediently, tasting our mixed essences—bitter, salty, divine.

The Afterglow Tease

We lay there, breaths syncing, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest. “Round two? Or do you need a break, pet?” Her laugh was soft, but the spark in her eyes promised more filth.

Head to Chapter 5: Endless Night of Ecstasy for the climax of submission.

Chapter 5: Endless Night of Ecstasy

The hours blurred after that, a haze of sweat and screams. She tied my hands to the headboard with her stockings—silky restraints biting into my wrists. “Now you’re really mine.” Straddling my face again, she rode without mercy, pussy grinding, ass cheeks smothering. “Drown in me.” I gasped for air between licks, tongue aching but relentless.

“Tell me how much you love my dirty holes,” she demanded, pinching my nipples hard. “I worship your pussy and ass— they’re my world,” I mumbled into her flesh. She rewarded me by lowering onto my cock, reverse cowgirl, bouncing with abandon. The view—her ass rippling, hole still slick from before—drove me mad. “Slap it,” she cried, and I did, handprints blooming red.

She spun, facing me, breasts in my face. “Suck while I fuck you dry.” I latched on, teeth grazing, as she clenched around me. Dialogues turned filthier: “Your cock’s my toy—gonna milk every drop.” “Use me, drain me.” Orgasms chained—one after another. She squirted again, soaking my groin, then made me eat it from her fingers.

We explored every inch: her feet on my cock, toes curling around the shaft, making me cum on them. “Lick it clean.” The taste—salty cum mixed with her skin. Then anal again, slower this time, her on top, controlling the depth. “Feel me own your dick in my ass.” Sensory overload: the creak of the bed, her moans like music, the burn of entry, the flood of release.

By dawn, we were spent, bodies marked—bites, scratches, bruises. “You did good,” she whispered, untying me. But as she dressed, she leaned in: “Next time, bring toys. We’re just getting started.” The door clicked shut, leaving me in the wreckage of passion, already craving more.

Epilogue: Lingering Cravings

The room reeked of us—sex, sweat, satisfaction. I lay there, replaying every gasp, every thrust, knowing this surrender was etched into my soul. Blindfolded or not, she’d claimed me utterly