I reached for the sleep mask.

“Son of a--"

Whoever was riding me stopped my hands before I could get the mask off.

Mari Laughed, which made her core muscles squeeze her vaginal canal tighter around my cock, and said, “Sam said you have to keep it on until she says so."

I growled. "She's doing this on purpose."

"Yes she is," Mari confirmed while continuing to undulate her body around my shaft. "She's a girl, and she's petty like that. But she loves you, which means she knows she's being mean and will find a way to make it up to you. And you're REALLY gonna Like it when she makes it up to you."

“I suppose." I sighed and reached my hands out to hold Mari's ass and help her ride me.

Somebody slapped my hands away.

“Sam said you have to keep your hands to yourself," Zofi stated evenly.

"I already know it's Mari," I complained.

“True, but rules are rules.”

“Have you ever asked yourself why we all let Sam be in charge?"

“No, not once," Zofi replied confidently.

I sighed, shook my head, and let my hands fall back to my sides.

Turning my head in Zofi's direction, I said, “Can I ask you one favor, at least? Please don't let my first time with you be while I'm blindfolded."

There was a pleading whimper in my voice that wasn't very masculine, but I couldn't help it. But any worries I had about the tremor in my voice were washed away when Zofi bent over, kissed my cheek, and murmured, "We're not there yet, darling."

I relaxed and went back to work, but soon enough, Mari dismounted and someone else took her place (Naimh, if I had to guess, given that Sam and Belle were otherwise occupied). Meanwhile, someone else climbed onto my face and lowered her pussy down to my mouth (Zofi, probably?), and I obediently started munching away.

One-by-one, each of the girls took turns riding my cock (except for

Zofi, I was pretty sure). One-by-one, each of the girls took turns riding my face (including Zofi, I'm fairly certain). One-by-one, each of the girls took turns sucking my dick as well (including Zofi, I really hoped). In a way, it wasn't so different from a normal Friday afternoon at my house, albeit with a sleep mask covering my face and with it the ability to precisely determine who was doing what with me at any given time. Except for Belle. She was just so much smaller and lighter (and tighter) than everyone else that there was no way to hide her identity except when giving a blowjob.

That said, it wasn't nearly as fun for me as a normal Friday afternoon at my house. I hated not being able to see, of course, but not being able to use my hands was actually even worse. I'd hated it on Saturday night when they were just doing blowjobs, and I hated it even more right now. I couldn't grab a girl's ass and yank her back down on my dick. I couldn't reach up and fondle a glorious pair of tits. The very

IDEA that I had to hold back my urges to reach out and touch them felt completely familiar -- after all, I had spent YEARS in the BTC doing exactly that -- but it also felt like being shoved back into a cage immediately after being set free.

I had to do SOMETHING, and the one thing I could think of was to make sure all five of them got off. Maybe once they'd each had an orgasm they'd finally Let me take off the stupid sleep mask, roll one of them over, and pound the crap out of her.

So I did my best. Well, I always tried to do my best, but this morning

I completely removed the word “try” from that equation. Do our do not; there is no try. Right? All I had were my lips and tongue, but I DID my best.

Sam could never keep quiet. It was pretty obvious when she orgasmed on my tongue. Naimh came next. I recognized her particular keening wail from last night. Zofi was my next oral orgasm, even if she came softly enough that I couldn't identify her orgasmic moan; by process of elimination, you see, she wasn't as small as Belle nor did she have