The session started as usual. I walked up to the plain gray building on Eleventh Street and did the secret knock on the front door. It went one, two, wait for a second, three, four, five, wait another second, and then six. The door would automatically open with a buzzer afterward and I'd step in. The knock seemed easy enough to copy, so I figured they had hidden cameras to see it was truly me.
There was a foyer, never with anyone inside it. The building was modern-looking but dull. No pictures, no plants, just dull. Gray and white were the only colors within the interior. I walked forward, past the unmanned front desk, and into the hallway lined with doors.
My door was marked with a big gray 1. They told me I could only ever go to room 1. It was the first door on the left. I've counted six other doors, but I never saw anybody or heard anyone else. It seemed I was always the only one inside the entire building whenever I arrived.
Inside room 1 was always a table. Not a dining table or anything of that sort, but one that looked like a medical one. It was wide, padded, and comfortable to lay atop, which I always had to do. On top of the table was a contraption.
The contraption was like a toque, but thinner and covered in electronics. It covered my eyes and ears, forbidding me from seeing or hearing anything while it was locked. It wasn't uncomfortable to wear, but it was odd. I wore it because I had to, not because I wanted to.
I walked up to the table, knowing the drill by now. I took the headpiece device and threw it over my head. It rested snuggly over the whole top half of my head, almost as if it was fitted for only me. I placed my finger on the pad to my right side and the contraption made a beep. It accepted my fingerprint and locked atop of me.
The first time I put the headpiece on and it locked I freaked out on the inside, but now it was like second nature. I've been doing this for longer than I can remember now. Having something locked on your face would never be a fun experience, but it was mandatory for every session.
I couldn't hear a scream if it happened right next to me. All sound was being blocked over my ears. However, the contraption still allowed me to see because I was not in position yet.
I stripped myself down beside the table. My shirt, shoes, pants, boxers, everything went to the floor. I was standing stark naked and hopped up onto the table. I took my position as I was trained, lying on my back in the middle of the table. I stared at the ceiling.
Time passed as I waited. I was still allowed to see. My vision would be taken from me only shortly before we were to begin. After another five minutes or so, the goggles on the headpiece went black. It was the signal that the session was about to begin.
Anticipation was overcoming me and I could feel myself hardening as I lay. I couldn't see or hear anything, but I knew someone was now in the room with me. They were probably undressing. I imagined them folding their clothes neatly and placing them on the floor.
Finally, my skin tinged as I felt a soft small hand running up my abdomen. I knew it was a female's hand, it was always a woman. That was one guarantee they provided. The hand caressed my body, running from my abs to my chest, moving to my broad shoulders and down my arms.
The hand left me and I wondered where it would touch me next. I was left with anticipation of the touch until finally I felt hands running up and down my thighs. Whoever the woman was, she enjoyed taking her time.
I tried to imagine a face and body to accompany the hands I could feel. What did she look like? Was she older? Younger? What kind of life did she live? I imagined her as a successful businesswoman. Walking in wearing her sexy office vixen attire and some thick brim glasses. I didn't know how much these women paid for this service, but I imagined it wasn't cheap. She would have to be successful.
After minutes of her caressing my body, she finally made her way to my genitals. My member was standing proudly by then and she wrapped a hand around it. Her hand felt so small and soft, only barely being able to close her fist around my erection.
I couldn't help but release a satisfied exhale once the mystery woman started jerking me. Would she jerk me off? Suck me? Fuck me? Every woman had their fantasies that they wanted to fulfill and I was left to their submission.
The hand tugged at my cock slowly. I wasn't going to cum, she was just getting me primed and ready. Or perhaps herself ready. I felt a hint of breath on my face before her lips planted on mine. Her lips were pouty, soft, and full. I reciprocated her kiss. She allowed me to kiss her by kissing me. I was only allowed to do what the women initiated.
Her tongue quickly entered my mouth, stabbing, jabbing, and dancing against mine. She was a good kisser and I hoped I was satisfying her. I always did satisfy them.
She broke our kiss after a few minutes and left my cock unattended. What would she want next?
I felt the cushioned padding on the table give way to my right and I knew she was climbing onto it. She climbed atop me in the 69 position. I felt her body lying against me. Her breasts rested on my lower abs and her legs near my shoulders.
I couldn't see or hear, but I could smell her. Her aroma was intoxicating. I presumed her waiting vagina was hanging directly above my face. I wasn't allowed to do anything unless she initiated it, so I waited, anticipating her sitting on my face.
The mystery woman found her position and then slowly dropped her pussy downward to my face. Thankfully she didn't move too fast, softly landing her vagina above my mouth. There it was, the initiation. She wanted me to eat her out.
I started with kisses. Planting plenty on her waiting lips. Her taste was just as intoxicating as her smell was. I couldn't begin to describe her taste, but it was mesmerizing. After teasing her for some time I began licking her. I lapped up her slit. I would stick my tongue deep within her folds, prodding her opening. She was wet, very wet.
I couldn't see or hear her, but I assumed I was doing a good job since she wasn't moving on top of me. Her hips softly ground down into my face. I switched from licking her slit to her clit. Her clit must have been eagerly waiting for my tongue because she trembled after my touch.
I licked and licked. I swirled my tongue around her small bud in a circular motion and then licked up and down. I found she liked the up-and-down licking more, so I stayed with that rhythm. Up and down, my tongue flicked. Her gyrating hips grew more intense as time passed. She was close to cumming.
My mouth was full of her juices mixed with saliva. I didn't have much room to breathe as her pussy was placed over my mouth. The mystery woman humped into my tongue. Her humps were becoming more and more violent. I knew she was nearly there.
I lapped with fervor. I wanted her to cum badly. I wanted this mystery woman to orgasm as many times as I could make her.
Finally, the rhythm of her humping pelvis changed and I could feel her cumming on top of me. Her thighs shook. Her humps were elongated. Her nails dug into my thighs. I pictured her back arching above me, open mouth pointing to the ceiling. I continued licking throughout her orgasm until she fell forward, away from my mouth. My mouth couldn't reach her anymore and I figured her orgasm was over, so she didn't want me to touch her sensitive pussy anyways. So I stayed still.
