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Illusionism: she still doesn't know if she was fucked or not
This is not about hard core fucking. It's about using your brain to create an amazingly erotic situation from an illusion. Illusionism is a craft that creates a situation that appears to be real, when it is not. In this case, my girlfriend being fucked by one of her friends. My girlfriend Diana, from some other of my stories, and I were exploring with bondage, nothing hard, but blindfolding her and extending her arms and legs up and wide open. In that position she could not tell resist or oppose to anything, so that was my opportunity for some illusionism. The first time was very simple. The window of my appartment was in front of a similar tower, with thirty or more floors above us, around 60 appartments that could watch into my bedroom if lights were on. She was wide open and completely visible, with the curtains were half closed and the lights were off. I told her I was going to open the curtains and turn the lights on, so everyone could watch us, What I did is close the open half of the curtain and turn on a small light above her head that I had setup, so she perceived the light under the blindfold and, for her, the room was fully lit and the curtains open. She complained but there was nothing she could do, so we had a good fuck in front of.....nobody. After a couple more games I decided to step it up and make it more complex. Once I had her naked, wide open and restrained, I told her I had a surprise for her, that a friend would come to fuck her, a friend of her's. Again, she didn't know if it was going to be true or not, and maybe thought I would not go that far. I was eating her wide open pussy to get her excited and then there was the buzzer and she heard me greeting a man at the door. Then I told her that her surprise had arrived, but he would not talk, because he had a lot to lose. I had already been naked for a while and then she heard the noise of a zipper opening, and her expression changed, as she thought that this could be true. I told the guy to wear a condom, and then she felt his cock pushing inside her, and his jeans rubbing the inside of her legs. While she was being fucked she felt my cock on her lips. At that point I could see her surprise and anxiety, as she was realizing she was probably being fucked by one of her friends, and she didn't even know who he was. She was super excited and started sucking my cock with passion. Then he started moaninrg and groaning as he was having an orgasm, and she had one too, because of all the excitement. I told him not to flush the condom, just put it in the trashcan in the bathroom. I also asked him to close the door after him. Once alone, I licked her pussy, which was still wet of the excitement, and she came again. I untied her legs, so she could rest, and she napped for half an hour or so. When she woke up I had removed the blindfold and all her restraints. Then she asked me the obvious question: was this real or not? This meant she had perceived sufficient reasons to believe it had been real. I told her: "you will never know". Then she went to the bathroom and, as I expected, came back holding the condom full of semen, and she knew I had not ejaculated. She just looked at me, I smiled and then she smiled too. Our game had worked and, to this date, she doesn't know. Nobody was there. How did I do it? a dummy made with pillow cases stuffed with clothes, so it would be soft but firm, wearing jeans and a strap-on with the most realistic dildo I could find. An electric blanket kept the dildo warm enough but not hot. I could pull the dummy forward using a rod, and it went back on its own as it was attached with bungee cords to a metal structure. The condom with semen in the bathroom was mine, saved from the previous day . The buzzer, the greeting and the guy cumiing, they were all recorded on my cell and played on different speakers and perfectly timed, as I was controlling the whole situation. From time to time she asks me if it was real or not, and I smile, then she asks me , hypothetically, who the friend was, and the answer is always the same: for you it was real, and you will never know if it was or not. Was all this work worth it for me? Absolutely: every time I bought a material or recorded a sound I was already enjoying the situation. You can fuck until the cows come home, but until you engage your brain in it you are missing a large portion of the fun. |
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