Two Old Friends #3

After a second evening together exploring their kinks, Anne and Jeff had fallen asleep in her bed. He was naked; she was only wearing a pink silk camisole. She woke up first and decided she didn't want the date to end.

She slipped beneath the sheet and took his soft cock into her mouth. Anne loved the feeling of his cock getting hard in her mouth as she sucked and massaged it with her tongue. As it pushed against her throat, she cupped his balls with one hand, and --

Jeff pushed her head down, forcing his cock deep into her throat. "Swallow," was all he said.

Hot piss filled her mouth, stronger that what she had tasted the night before. She swallowed as fast as she could. Luckily, he finished quickly. Finished pissing at least - he wasn't finished with her. Jeff grabbed a handful of her hair, forcing her head up and down on his shaft, fucking himself with her throat.

His other hand explored between her legs. Two fingers thrust into her wet pussy, the others rubbed her clit, and his thumb pushed into her asshole.

Jeff climaxed first: his warm thick cum spurting into her mouth and throat. It was more than she could swallow; streams dripped down his cock reminding her of icing. She licked his shaft greedily, sucking his balls clean, savoring every drop of his cum.

No longer needing to control her head, his free hand found her breast. He tugged and squeezed her hard nipple, sending sharp twinges of painful pleasure through her.

He pulled her leg over so she was straddling his head, then pulled her hips down, forcing her mound to his warm mouth. His tongue found her clit, sending her over the edge. She collapsed next to him.

"Good morning," he offered. "I could get used to that, waking up with your mouth on my cock..."

"Me too..." she mumbled. "Breakfast in bed."

"You didn't ask if you could cum," he reminded her.

"Fuck... Are you going to spank me again? My ass is still sore from last night..."

He leaned over and kissed her bottom. It was indeed still pink.

"No, I have a better idea. But I will need to tie you down again."

"Oh darn," she teased. "You know how I hate that. But I do need to pee first."

Jeff placed a hand on her, pushing her back down. "Not yet."

He found the cuffs they had used last night and bound her wrists to the bedposts. Then, using some rope he had brought, he tied her ankles to other corners, leaving her spread-eagled. He squeezed some pillows under her hips, elevating her bushy mound.

"I hope that means you're planning on going down on me," she half-teased, half-suggested.

"I am. But I thought I'd use this, too," he responded, holding up a magic wand toy. "Have you ever tried a vibrator?"

"At the risk of incriminating myself: yes. I own three, actually. Though mine are much smaller."

He nodded. "Yes, this one's quite powerful." And then his mouth was on her furry mound, nuzzling and licking between her lips. His tongue wiggled into her cunt, savoring the taste of her arousal, spreading it across her clit.

Anne moaned in pleasure. "Oh... fuck yes... that feels so good..."

He sucked her clit into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. His fingers pushed into her pussy and then her ass, fucking her gently. He could tell she was close. And then, he stopped.

"Oh please... don't stop... I'm so close..." She rocked her hips, trying to get closer to his mouth, but the bindings were too taut for her to move much.

"Please... will you make me cum?" She begged.

"Not yet."

Jeff flicked his tongue lightly across her sensitive clit. He had found her panties, and was slowly pushing them into her cunt.

Once they were completely inside her, he began teasing her with the vibrator. It was on the lowest setting, and he just genty brushed it across her clit. Even so, it was enough to bring her to the edge again.

"May I cum, Sir? Please..." Anne wasn't just playing into his kink; she needed to cum. He moved the vibrator away.

She considered not asking, hoping he wouldn't realize she was about to climax. But he seemed to know, even before she asked, and she didn't want to risk another punishment.

Over the next fifteen minutes, the scene repeated many times. Each time, Jeff increased the intensity of the vibrator and pressed it against her clit more firmly. Within seconds Anne was begging to cum. He brought her to the edge over and over.

At one point, she couldn't help it and lost control of her bladder. Pee squirted up, splashing across her camisole. Her hard nipples poked through the wet silk. Jeff waited for her to finish, and then soaked up the pee with a pair of her cotton panties. Before she could say anything, he pushed the pee-drenched panties into her mouth, gagging her.

When he finally let her cum, the surge of pleasure overwhelmed her. She lost count of how many orgasms she had. As her muffled screams subsided, Jeff untied the ropes from the bottom bedposts. She thought he was releasing her, but instead, he lifted her legs and tied them to the top bedposts.

He positioned himself on the bed next to her raised bottom. He rubbed his hard cock between her pussy lips. She whimpered as it brushed against her far-too-senstiive clit, but she could do nothing to avoid the touch.

He coated his cock with her cream, then pushed it against her asshole. Once through her tight rectum, he didn't slow down: he buried his shaft in her ass. He wasn't sure which he enjoyed more: the soft but firm pressure around his dick, or her moans muffled by the pee-soaked panties in her mouth.

Jeff fucked her hard for a few mintues, but stopped before he climaxed. He removed the panties from her mouth, but instead of discarding them, he pushed them into her gaping asshole.

He untied her ankles, releasing her tired legs. The he straddled her chest, and held his slick cock in front of her mouth. She knew what he wanted.

"Please... I want to suck your cock," she pleaded. He eased the first few inches into her mouth.

She sucked him, using her tongue to reach what her mouth could not. She could taste the residue from her ass, but it only made her want more. After a few minutes, she could tell he was close. When he pulled out, she begged for his cum, opening her mouth wide for him.

Jeff loved when Anne drank his cum, but this time he had another plan. He sprayed his seed across her face, spurting onto her forehead, eyes, and nose, before letting her suck the last few drops from his softening cock.

He wasn't quite done with her. Before climbing off, he attached a leather collar snugly around her neck. Then he reached under her camisole and attached a clothespin around each of her nipples. They could be easily seen through the thin, wet silk.

Finally, he released her from the bedposts, but left the cuffs on her wrists. He handed her his boxers and told her to put them on. Then he gave her $20 and told her to fetch some coffee while he took a shower.

Anne hurried to comply. She left wearing only his boxers, her piss-soaked camisole, her cuffs, and her new collar - unless you counted the clothespins pinching her nipples, and the cum dripping down her face.

Jeff was pushing her to explore her exhibitionist kink, and it was working. Her pussy was warm and tingling. She didn't know which excited her more, the thought of people seeing her, or the strange feeling caused by the panties stuffed in her cunt and ass. She knew if not for the panties, her arousal would be running down her thighs.

She passed a few people on the walk to the store, and one of her neighbors noticed her for sure. The older woman didn't say anything, but her wide eyes and open mouth said enough.

Anne waited anxiously while the barista made her coffees, then hurried back, passing only one young man on a skateboard. He didn't even pretend to hide his interest; he stopped and stared. It was strangely exciting.

Back at her house, she found the door locked and a note taped to it. She put the coffees down and read it:

Your phone is under the flower pot. Undress (leave the collar, cuffs, and clothespins on) and send me a picture, and I'll tell you where the key is.

Anne looked around but didn't see anyone. She quickly peeled off the boxers and camisole before taking a picture. Her hands shook as she sent it to him, being careful to choose "Bill" in her list of contacts.

A minute later, he texted back: your mailbox.

She found it and hurriedly unlocked the door. As she bent to pick up her clothes and coffees, she spotted the skateboarder staring at her. He had one hand rubbing his crotch, and the other holding a cell phone, filming her.

She closed the door and smiled. Bill was gone, of course. She took off the clothespins and then slowly pulled out the panties. She removed the cuffs but left the collar on. She didn't even wash the cum off her face before she collapsed in her bed, exhausted.