She spiked the cookies she made for us with THC – the chemical you find in weed that get you high.
She said she planned to tell me. And, she knew I wouldn’t be, *upset*, or I’m sure she wouldn’t have done it. She knew me well enough to know it was fine. But, it was still surprising when it kicked in unexpectedly.
*
We were sitting on the couch watching Netflix. The classic Netflix and chill, though, I don’t know what anyone else’s “chill” really consists of. Mine was just, having her lay with her head in my lap, so I could stroke her hair as we watched whatever show it was she picked out. For me, after a long day I was just happy sitting, not doing shit.
But as I stroked her hair, I started to really really get happy not doing shit. Her hair started to feel, amazing, in my fingers.
I stroked her cheek and she nuzzled against my hand like a kitty. She purred, I swore she purred. And it felt great. Then, the thighs she laid across started to, throb, under her weight.
I informed her I was tripping, that I didn’t remember taking anything…
And she started giggling and filled me in on the secret that we were only starting to climb to, well, who knows, it’s “not like *she’d* measured the dose’.
*
Well, if I was getting high “against my will”, she was gonna give me whatever I felt like when I was high, “against her will”. I told her as much and I noticed her swallow hard – I recognized a small edge of fear in her. And I’m sure she recognized my cock stiffen under her that very instant. She had to know the signs.
*
I marched her off to the bedroom. We had a four poster bed. As I strted to get high things were a bit of a blur – but I could work the next part on auto pilot if I had to. I wrapped bungie cords around each of the posts in no time. I ordered her to strip as I did it, and though I couldn’t see her, I knew when I returned my gaze to her she’d be naked, and like a good girl, she was.
I approached her and fit a pair of soft cuffs around her wrists first, then another pair around her ankles, then told her to lay on her back on the bed.
I took each hand and foot, and one by one fastened each to a bungie cord and adjusted (tightening them) till her arms and legs were stretched wide. There was a bit of give in her bonds, but not enough slack to get anywhere near escaping. And she was too high to want to anyhow.
*
I didn’t bother to strip. I’d get naked eventually but my skin started to feel so good that even the weight of clothing felt nice.
But she didn’t have that luxury, and I needed to take advantage. But first. I turned out the lights. I needed to, ramp this up as much as possible.
I turned on the ceiling fan to max, before killing the light below it. And it was cold, it wasn’t a fucking tornado but the downdraft I could feel on my neck, I imagined she had to feel it all over. I was going to dial her up as much as possible, in every way. She’d “pay” for getting us high.
*
I heard her laughing, I’m sure it was the drugs and the chill dancing over her body.
Next my tongue danced over it too.
And her skin felt good on my tongue. I was on all fours. Crawled onto the bed and then I just, let my tongue work its way over her. I dragged it up and down and over her – over everywhere. I started at her ankle and traced a line up the inside of her leg, over her knees, up her inner thigh and I felt her quivering below me. The slight saltiness of her skin tasted like magic.
My tongue brushed her pussy lips on the way by, and I let the tongue circle her hip. I sucked on where the bone pressed against her skin and she squirmed. I let my finger tips dance up and down her legs, like my tongue I just dragged them. Mostly between her legs, mostly from her knees up. Sometimes they touched her pussy, sometimes they even got to spend a few seconds on top of her mound. But they were on a tour of her flesh and I loved how every muscle in her reacted almost a split second before I experienced it.
And it felt amazing for me. The drugs ramped all my senses up to 15 and a quarter. I must have spent 5 minutes french kissing her hip but she seemed to love it as much as I did. Eventually, I let that tongue find a new home though, and I ran it into her belly button, then up, between her tits and up to her neck. I gently licked where her adam’s apple wasn’t. My body mounted one of her legs and I thought of how good her flesh would feel on my cock. It wasn’t the same through my jeans even if my senses were ramped up to 15 and a half. So I stood at once, in the dark, and looked down where I couldn’t see her.
I could sense her though, it was zen, and wonderful. I unzipped my zipper and I heard her gasp. I knew it was, the muscle memory of all the things I liked to do with what it unleashed. It was wonderful I’d get to do whatever I wanted to her little helpless body.
My clothes were off and yes, the fan air felt cold. I loved the goose bumps it brought out on my skin. I had to run them over.
*
I mounted her thigh and let the soft underside of my hard as fuck cock rest on her thigh and I felt her move her leg to try to grind a bit against it. But also, I felt her hungry little cunt grind up into my thigh. I kissed her, I pushed my tongue between her lips and her lips met mine. We kissed, we grinded and I had a thought just to grind with her until we both exploded – and maybe we could. We were that, fucking, high.
But I wanted more. I always wanted more. Without removing my mouth from hers, I climbed off her thigh and between two of them. I then reached between us and took my cock in my hand like an instrument, maybe, a paint brush, and I used the tip to paint all the flesh that surrounded her pussy.
I dragged the tip up and down the outer sides of her puffy little porn star pussy lips.
I traced the outsides of them, even, pushed them toward the center. I went around in circles. And God how she moaned around my tongue. And I couldn’t see anything, but I seriously saw stars, and her deep, deep moans pushed them around on the backs of my eye lids.
And finally I let myself and her have more. I pushed the tip between her folds at the top and dragged it down ever so slowly. Feeling every little micrometer of her lust. Every bit of what her hot cunt had to offer me. And excruciatingly slow I drew it down. I felt the bump of her clit and felt the functioning of her lungs change. Oh God I couldn’t wait to be inside her. But I would wait, I’d make us both wait. So it would be a total explosion.
Finally the tip pressed against her lower opening but I dragged it over and passed the hole, just collecting some of her dampness. Then I drew it up again toward the top, the same but, now it was the top of my tip doing the ‘painting’ and it was painting with my precum and some of her juices on this upstroke.
*
I repeated, several, well, several hundred times it felt like. Time moves different when you’re high, and, very different when you’re high and fucking a goddess. Even in the darkness. And that was what I was doing.
I painted her cunt with our natural lube. The liquid on my cock tip felt so nice, and, her warmth felt so comforting. She quivered under me. I felt her hardened nipples rubbing over my chest and I’m sure she felt it too. As her breath heaved in anticipation and delivered pleasure of its own for us. My nipples were hard too, glass cutting but did not cut hers when they touched, though it felt like putting a finger in a light socket because it forced me to jump and push my chest down into her. It’s like our bodies were fucking without us actually fucking. Not to mention, my tongue that continued to assasut her tongue and upper lips and… oh god her lips…
I threw myself downward on the bed, and pushed my face right into her pussy. I want the other lips. I was taking them. Too fucking bad she got me high she’d have to suffer me snacking on her cunt.
It smelt so good, the scent of her.
And it tasted so good, her musky lust I knew so well.
My tongue went full up inside her instantly. The first bit of penetration she’d received all night and I could feel her kaygels squeeze it immediately. I moved my face back and forth, trying to just, bury my tongue up in her as much as possible. My nose mashed against her clit and then I had to have it too. Where I had dragged my cock just moments before, where its tip had painted her, up and down the valley of sweetness between her pussy lips – well my tongue followed that groove. Top to bottom, again and again but stopping every time to taste her opening at the bottom, and stopping to suck and tongue tap her clit at the top.
She squealed and she rocked and for the first time I noticed that her arms were stressing against the cords. And her legs tried to wrap around my head similarly, but she was bound. How I wanted her. How I loved her.
I brought a couple of fingers up and buried them into her cunt and found her gspot and I just sucked on her clit for all I was worth. And I knew, this was how to finish her before I’d even started with her.
The fingers hooked into her gspot. I pulled them from her, then plunged them into her, as hard and fast and frantic as I could and I knew if I just aimed for that special spot inside and hit it even a quarter of the time, I could make her squirt all over the fucking place, and that place, was all over my beard and lips. And she would.
*
I rocked her to an orgasm. And god she screamed as she came. And yes, she squirted and I didn’t let up. If anything, I pushed fucking harder. I just left the fingers deep in her as she did, and pushed, and pushed harder and pushed harder. Her cunt gripped around my fingers and that told me it was what she needed, just as much as her yelling for me not to stop, telling me to never stop. That she was dying for me.
I did not relent, I road her through her orgasm and I laughed as she came.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jlb89k/mf_she_drugged_me_so_i_punished_her_with_my