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Hello, My porn name is Tommy Cat. Kind of sounds stupid in my opinion but I see where my bosses were coming from when they picked it. I've been completely blind for about 6 years now, so "Blind Tom" and "Tom Cat". Tommy Cat. You follow? A braille keyboard and a bar under it that displays individual lines of text if you're wondering how I'm doing this.

Perhaps I should start further back.

To be totally cliche, it started christmas break during my freshman year in college. Being complete morons some buddies and I got drunk and went for a drive. I lost some good friends that day but the doctors were able to put the majority of me back together and reconstruct my face. My eyes however weren't saveable. At least we didn't hurt anyone else, I wasn't even driving and I'm not sure if I could have lived with myself if we had.

I'm not going to pretend it was no big deal, but I will tell you life has to move on. You have no idea how frustrating it is when you have to relearn how to read. I probably would have given up if it wasn't for Racheal. We had been friends since high school and she always had a thing for hurt animals. We were fucking by the time I got out of the hospital, but more out of pity then anything. It was still exactly what I needed and I was so greatful I wanted to please her too. This attitude turned a one time pity-fuck into a friends-with-benefits relationship. Eventually I got good enough that her friends got curious. Needless to say over the next couple years I learned a lot about pleasing women. We started using a really bad blind joke, that the little bumps on a woman's nipple were instructions.

Then things got really interesting. The way I understand it someone Racheal at least knew casually was getting married and wanted one last strings-free bang. Racheal got an tdea and the two of them showed up at my apartment door. Basically my job was to give not-Racheal one last good fuck as a free woman while Racheal recorded it. They even went so far as to say I could only touch her face long enough to determine she wasn't a hidious freak. I had no idea what her body was like until a considerable amount of foreplay was done. Racheal would video tape me fucking someone I only knew to be not Racheal. I still get hard thiking about it, but I still have no clue who this woman was and only a layer of latex stopped me from breeding her. You know the old legend about how the senses of blind people get sharper? It's half-true, we pay attention to our other senses more and notice more and I swear I could hear Racheal masturbating as Not-Racheal and I fucked like rabbits. Possibly!
the hottest sex I ever had. We started doing it once a week, I'd fuck a Not-Racheal while Racheal taped us and masturbated. About 2/3rds of the time I recognized the way Not-Racheal's skin flet or how her nibbles tasted or how her hair smelled or those moans that can't be stopped sounded but I decided not to let either of them on. Those times that I truely had no clue were quite possibly the hottest sex I ever had. Only a thin layer of latex prevented me from breeding complete strangers.

But then one week Not-Racheal left a note for Racheal to read to me. Nothing fancy, just a web address. Going back to her place to use her computer that's when we found out about the Fuck Fights. The idea was simple. If you could make it to an affiliated studio and pass some bare minimum requirements would could really have competitive sex. If you were a woman you had to be clean medically and met a minimum attractiveness and men also had to have video proof that they have had at least 3 encounters with different women where his partner got off no less then 4 times but that was it. Once a week it was like professional boxing with two "fights" then a main event. In each "fight" there's a 10-minute "warm-up" round then the guy gets a condom and they fuck. The first person to orgasm during the actual sex looses the fight, earning the winner a cash prize based mostly on the loser's win-loss record. The best three fights of the week would be broadcasted over the net.

It didn't stop there either. If the woman won she could keep doubling her winnings by bringing the guy off more times before she was came herself. The guys had the dreaded "3-Rule". If the guy manages to bring the woman off 3 times before he cums he gets to choose between doubling his winnings every three orgasms or voiding his cash prize so he can remove the condom and creampie his opponent when he does orgasm. Anything to bring in the veiwers.

Needless to say that with Racheal's help on the tapes I applied as soon as I could. The idea of a blind man in the Fuck Fights amused the owners but they were worried it wasn't going to fly. "Tommy Cat" was put on the "can be challenged" list and that's was all she wrote for a while. Three months later, I got my first challenge. A 3 wins and 8 losses housewife almost old enough to be my mother trying to feel sexy and raise her win-loss record a bit. Still, she was good enough for the owners so I went along. I ended getting the "3-rule" going and doubled the prize for beating her. Not a bad start and good enough to get a mention in that week's broadcast. I only had to wait 2 weeks for the next challenge, a mousey librarian with a 5-7 record which I beat and just barely failed to "3-rule".

About the time my record was 10-0 with 4 uses of the "3-Rule" my "fights" became one of the featured ones. My first main event was at 15-0 with 7 "3's". The match I'll remember most however was the one I had when I was 19-0. I didn't get her name, but from the grapevine I heard a lot about her. From what I heard she was so beautiful she was intimidating, but unfortunatly she knew that. An unrepentant cocktease who only signed on to make a fast $10,000- the prize a woman would get for beating me. Some of the other guys thought I should have been insulted, being used to debut a first-timer but I knew something they didn't. Women like that bank on their looks to win, and guess what's wrong with that plan.

On the day of our match, with a little help from the other "fighters", I made a point to never be in the same room with the challenger. I wanted to be a complete surprise. I wore dark shades to the mats, The lights came up, the cameras started rolling, and a very sexy voice that sounded like she was facing away from me started what I guessed was the sexy removing of clothing from a distance. I just sat back and let her eat up the 10 minutes by trying to arouse a blind man with a no-touch striptease. Finally, at the 2 minute warning, I heard soft possibly barefoot footsteps heading my way. She pressed up against me wearing if I had to guess only lacey lingerie bottoms, wiggled in a way any man alive would like, and asked the magic question.

"I am so wet right now. You like anything you see?"

I could just barely hear crew members stiffling laughter as I removed my shades revealing the blank orbs that used to be my eyes. I could almost hear her jaw drop and I could feel her confusion. She had no idea what to do now that her only tactic was uselss and I took complete control of the match from that point on. Barely a minute-and-a-half left in the first 10 minutes and I went on the aggresive. My clothes were still on as I let my hands wander up and down, just tasting and smelling her. Getting a feel for her.

It's frustrating to me trying to discribe her. I have nothing visual to describe but my other senses were dancig. Her skin was smooth, but not frictionless. It was like there was an energy underneath, a warmth that became pure lust was what I felt in my fingertips that pulled you in. She smelled faintly like flowers, like maybe it was the soap she used or her perfume but it fit her perfectly. Not too much either, just enough to draw you in. Her taste was electrifying, lips that felt inviting, and her honeypot tasted like sweetest butter. Her legs were smooth and felt like they were wiped with silk, probably shaved that morning. Her breasts large enough to need a full hand but tight, like she didn't need a bra to support them. The hips were made for being held onto, begging to be touched. But the sexiest thing of all was the sounds she made, the gasp as I almost tore the langerie bottoms off, the little exhales of breath as I got further and further in with anything. Her mo!
an was liquid sex, and oh man did she moan.

She was perfect, she was a muse and a goddess, and on that mat I completely destroyed her. I had just enough presense to put the condom on and I needed to claim her, to have her. She absolutely had to know she was mine. Her vagina squeezed tight, like it was absolutely begging for more cock. Somewhere, someone noticed it was her first orgasm but even the deepest animal part of me knew to just keep going. Her second was even stronger, I was a maestro and her body was my orchestra. She had her third and somewhere in the back of my mind I noted that it ment something. Someone told me that I could choose between more money or taking off the condom. I remembered that in the past I always choose money but what kind of choice was that here? If I went for the money, I'd regret it for the rest of my life. I pulled out for a moment and could hear her disappointment. Pulling it off in the in almost no time and cursing every moment I plunged back in and made up for lost time.

We changed positions, we changed speed, but always the same. Her pussy begging for more, her body melting with lust, and my inner animal saying the longer I hold off the electric sensations up and down my spine and the pressure in my balls the more that I can truly claim this woman as mine. Her fifth, her sixth, finally together with her on her seveth- when the quivering of her vagina was nothing short of divine- I let myself feel release. With grunts of a male animal completing millions of years of evolution, I flooded her with my sperm.

The only reason I didn't pass out was the presence of others. My head clearing for the moment I heard a soft whisper under me, "I had no idea it could be like that." Cameras cutting, I managed to get up and make it to a dressing room. I remember someone saying that that "3-rule" was a personal speed record but it didn't really seem to matter. I got my payment and left for home.

With my record 20-0 I decided to take a break. I kicked myself for not finding out more about her, that was some pretty intense lovin' and as far as I could tell they weren't lying about her looks. Physically she was damn near perfect, although I didn't get the impression I'd like much else about her. In time I just laid it to rest as an interesting note in my life.

Six months passed. "Tommy Cat" was back in the ring and it was good money. I had gotten an offer more along the lines of movies but I wouldn't be taking it for a couple months yet. The Racheal and Not-Racheal thing had run it's course a few months back, but we were still fuck buddies. We thought about taking the leap anyway when we had discovered Racheal was a couple months pregnant with my child, but it wasn't honest. She wanted the baby and she wanted the baby to know his or her dad so I was still around and that would have to do.

Then Racheal surprised me. She told me over the phone she wanted to do a new round of Racheal and Not-Racheal. I did get a clue this time, she was a new co-worker of Racheal, she was visibly pregnant, and I should downplay the kink because she's been avoiding it since she got knocked up. She was at least 6 months along if Racheal had to guess. I figured it was something new and told her to go ahead.

When I opened the door for Racheal and Not-Racheal I could almost her Not-Racheal's jaw drop. Then Not-Racheal lunged forward, trapping me in an embrace and pressing me against the round belly. I was about to fight it but then I smelled it. A faint smell of flowers, just enough to draw you in. My turn to be shocked into silence. It was her.

It's always made me think. I found out her name was Suraya and she was just visiting an aunt when she I mated with her. Was it chance that a good job for her skills opened up here, or did the knowledge that the father of her baby was somewhere in this town blind her to other posts? What are the odds she got hired to the same company as Racheal? What convinced her to take this risk sexually? Had she heard somewhere that Racheal's fuck buddy was blind and just hoped somewhere deep down it was me?

I guess in the long run it doesn't matter. Today, between the three of us adults, we all live in the same house. Now I'd say Suraya and I are lovers while Racheal is something like a mutual fuck-buddy but much more. It's true that I love Suraya more, we're thinking about getting married actually, but Racheal is important to me too. Suraya gave birth to my son, Racheal gave birth to my daughter and nothing will change that. Unless you count adding to it, as both of them are pregnant again. Suraya and I are thinking about getting married before the kids are any older and I'm thinking of finding a job a little more respectable.

Still I have to wonder. What are the odds?