I stuck my dick in crazy [MF] [bondage]

It was nothing like how they showed on TV — for starters, Jamie remember it all, he never blacked out. The car, driver oblivious to his presence. The crunch of his bike tire twisting out of shape. His hind-brain reaction, flinging himself away unthinkingly. Landing on the ground, his helmet bouncing off the asphalt. And it was all so quiet, out on these rural roads, away from passersby or witnesses, the breeze and birds ambivalent to the drama below.

He groaned and sat up, catching his breath. He looked at the car — a German luxury SUV, license plate frame declaring “Angels are watching over me.” He sighed.

The bike? He surveyed. The frame… it might be salvageable. The rear tire, total loss. The derailleur–

“Oh wow, are you ok?”

Jamie looked up at the speaker. The driver of the car, a petite woman, weirdly nonchalant considering that she’d just ran him over. Her colors were all bright and summery — pastel yellow capris and a pastel pink blouse, with a thin pastel green sweater over it. It occurred to Jamie she was the color of a dinner mint. He chuckled, “Good Lord.”

“Sorry about your bike,” she continued, “Is there anything, like, I can do?” She was antsy, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Her shoes were little white slip-ons. “Are you ok?” she asked again.

Jamie took another look at himself. No blood, nothing broken. “I think I’m fine. You wrecked my bike pretty good, though.”

“I know,” she said, “I’m sorry. I’ll buy you a new one?”

Jamie looked at his custom-sized carbon fiber frame and menagerie of bespoke small-run and imported parts. “No offense, lady, but I don’t think you could afford to.”

“You don’t know that,” she said, “My husband makes a lot of money. He doesn’t tell me exactly, but I know it’s a lot. I could, like, get you two bikes. Our little secret. I have my own bank account.” Her eyes flitted this way and that, rarely lingering on any one thing.

She’s rambling, Jamie considered, must be nervous. He climbed to his feet, going slow. “Look, lady, you wrecked a thousand-dollar wheel. I don’t–”

“Thousand dollars,” she cut him off.

Jamie braced for the muggle’s reaction to learning the cost of high-end bikes. But that wasn’t quite how she reacted.

“Is that a lot?” she continued, “Can you take credit card?”

He furrowed his brow. Did he hear that correct? “Credit card?” he said, “What would I do with a credit card?”

“I don’t know,” she giggled, “What does anyone do with it?”

Was this woman insane? “I… why don’t you just give me your–”

“Sorry, guy,” she cut him off again, “I’ve really got to get going. Can I, like, give you a ride? Your bike will fit in the back of my car. I mean, now that it doesn’t have a rear wheel. Makes it smaller, you know?”

Jamie buried his face in his palm. He didn’t want to. But out here? Miles of carrying a broken bike down country roads? What were his other options?

“Ok, I–”

“Great,” she said, once more talking over him, “Perfect.” She picked up the bike. “Ooh, this is really light.”

“I know, lady.” He followed her to the rear of her car, walking gingerly.

The hatch popped open, and she shoved the bike in, scraping and pushing. Jamie cringed.

“Mommy?” a child called from the rear row of seats.

“Mommy’s right here,” the lady said in a baby voice, “Everything’s ok. We’ll be with your teachers soon.”

Jamie sighed, his palm once again against his face. “You’re busy, lady, I’ll just–”

“No no,” she practically squealed, “You’ve got to come with me. I can’t leave you out here. You’re probably, like, in shock. Come on.”

Jamie groaned. His bike was in her car, what else could he do?

The red leather seat was slick again Jamie’s bike shorts, and the car smelled heavily of essential oils. A small golden cross hung over the dashboard. He felt awkward, out of place.

She looked over at him, grinning impishly. “Ooh, you’re tall. The seat goes back, you know.”

“Oh, yours do that?”

But she didn’t catch his sarcasm. What the fuck was up with this lady? From the corner of his eye, he studied her, trying to figure her out. Early 30s at the oldest, flat brunette hair swept back under a lavender headband, and an understated natural cuteness. Her makeup, it was subtle, designed to be attractive without being sexy.

“Mommy, who’s that?”

She turned her chin up to look in the rear-view mirror. “Mommy’s just helping this nice man out, ok honey?”

Jamie turned in his seat. “I’m Jamie, nice to meet you.”

The toddler stared at him, wide-eyed, saying nothing.

“I’ve just got to drop the little guy off at preschool first,” the woman said, “Then I’ll drive you home. I can’t be late or else he’ll miss snack time, and he hates missing snack time. He’ll be a terror tonight.”

Jamie sighed. This day was getting worse and worse.

Ten minutes of toddler chit chat later, which mostly consisted of him asking his mother “who’s that?” over and over again, they reached the preschool, a small building nestled in a cluster of shops at the rural junction of two highways.

She came back to the car alone, grinning as she climbed in. “So, you ready for our big adventure?”

He gave her a sidelong glance. “What?”

“You’re going to have to try harder than that. I don’t put out this easily, mister.”

He blinked, then again. “What?”

She shot him a frown, a frustrated head shake. “Where do you live? I need to know where I’m going.”

“Uh…” Jamie said, “Into the city. About forty miles, straight down this road.”

“What? That’s far,” she whined.

“But you–”

Her frustration instantly disappeared, was replaced with a thoughtful grin. “I guess you’ve earned at least that, though.”

“Right,” he said cautiously.

“You biked all the way from there?”

“Yeah, I–”

“That’s incredible,” she cut him off, putting the car into motion, “I do some biking, too. Well, not really. Spinning, at the gym. Tuesdays and Thursdays, forty-five minutes. The spinning instructor, he’s pretty hot. I almost got him to grab my ass this one time. And then weight training and toning Mondays and Wednesdays. Fridays are my ‘me’ days. What do you think of my muscles?” She glanced at him, flexing her arm, giggling.

It was thin, and her sweater loose, and Jamie couldn’t tell if she was joking. But before he could respond, she started speaking again. “I know, nothing like yours. Your thighs, they’re so thick, so meaty,” she giggled, “I bet that’s from all that biking, right? But I’m sure they help you get with ladies? I mean, yeah, you’ve got nice shoulders, too. Good thing I wasn’t going any faster when I hit you, I’d hate to have damaged hot goods like you. Do you have any scars? Ohh, I need to get a picture of you, share with my girlfriends. They’ll be so jealous. That shirt you’re wearing, what do you call it?”

“It’s a–”

“It’s so tight on you. Can you do that thing with your pecs, you know, where you flex them, make them bounce? I wish I could do that, with my boobs I mean, that would be a neat trick? Me, at a party, my boobs bouncing on command.” She giggled. “I’m a Christian, you know. I’m not going to have sex with you. Are you a vegetarian? A lot of bike guys are vegetarian. I was thinking of being a vegetarian, too. But my husband would never do it, and then I’d have to cook two dinners, so I didn’t. He makes a lot of money. Did I tell you that? He works in banking, very important. Very, you know, I shouldn’t be telling you this, but he manages money for some very important people. What do you do?”

“I’m at–”

“I mean, whatever it is, pretty cool that you can just take off biking like this, Wednesday morning, you know, when everyone else is at work. Well, not everyone, I guess. Like me, I’m not at work.” She giggled. “Not that I don’t keep busy. Sometimes I get lunch with Vicky, my best friend. She’s single, never found the right guy. She once dated a bike guy, they didn’t really get along, but she said the sex was incredible. Best she’d ever had. She’s not Christian, so she can do that. But she’s kind of a ditz, so it’s not surprising it didn’t work out. Are you single?”

“I’m not–”

“I mean, I shouldn’t be asking that. It’s none of my business. But it’s so exciting, isn’t it? Dating? I loved dating. Meeting all those guys. The games they would play, always trying to get me to put out, to fuck them. I’d always have to remind them, if you want my pussy, you have to marry me. I guess one finally did, hah. But most of them had to just deal with not having sex. Not that I left them dry. I was pretty good at giving head. And if they were really special and earned it, I would let them do it in my butt, you know. Vicky always lets guys do it there, she says she likes it. I mean, it was ok, but I never really got the appeal. Not that my husband is into that. I got him to try it once but he won’t do it again.”

Jamie’s eyes were wide. “What the fu–”

“He’s just so busy, always working late. And I’m so tired at night, after getting the kids to bed. Who has time for sex anymore? Do you have a lot of sex? I mean, I bet you do, look at you. You’re like a sex machine, I’m betting. Those thighs of yours, flexing and sweaty. I mean, unless you’re Christian. Are you Christian? You don’t look Christian. Well, I guess someone can’t look Christian. Is it cheating if both people are Christian? I don’t think it works that way. That’s a funny thought, though, isn’t it? Having sex with a guy I just ran over.” She giggled. “But I mean, you haven’t earned that, have you? You’ve earned, like, maybe a handjob so far. Did I just say that? No, I’m a good girl. Have you ever had sex with a girl who’s tied up? I wonder what people get out of that. Do you think that’s hot?”

“Holy shi–”

“I mean, what do you do once you’ve got the girl tied up? Vicky did it once, had a guy tie her to the bed. Then they just had sex. She got a cramp and couldn’t move. Sounds weird, right? I’m kind of curious, though, what does it feel like? Sometimes I lay there at night, thinking about it. I kind of want to try it, just once, right? Like, I don’t know if I’ll like it, so I’d have to have a safe word. I read about it. Is that something people really do? Well, I didn’t read about it, not really. I saw it in a movie, but it wasn’t the kind of movie I should have been watching, so I don’t like saying. It wasn’t porn. I mean, not really. It was, like, instructional.”

Suddenly the car was silent, the woman had finally stopped speaking, although she was looking at Jamie expectantly, like she was waiting for him to respond. But respond to what?

He took a breath. “Look–”

She cut him off. “Yeah, like, they were showing how to do bondage. It was a couple. The guy was nice looking, I think, I couldn’t really see his face. But he had lots of muscles, and his penis was very big. Is yours big, too? Watching him tie her up really did it for me, you know? I was, like, soaking through my panties. Gross, right? And the lady, she was very pretty, very big boobs. Totally fake, though. Not like mine. I’ve always liked mine. Two nice little handfuls, right?” She flashed him a grin, then looked down at her own chest.

Jamie eyes flicked momentarily to gentle swell of her breasts. “You’re–”

“Oh my God, are you looking at my tits? What’s wrong with you? You better not, like, start groping me or something. That would be so messed up. I’m just some innocent mom, helping out a stranger, I don’t deserve to get felt up. You keep your hands to yourself. And I don’t mean masturbation. You better not start jacking off over there. Keep your dick inside your pants, I don’t care how hard it is. You are such a pervert, I told you I’m a good Christian girl. You are so ridiculous, coming into my car, trying to seduce me. I’m not going to let myself be used like that again. I repented, I’ve changed.”

Jamie whimpered. “What are you–” This time, he cut himself off. “Where are we?”

The woman looked around, as if she was as surprised as he was. “Oh, whoops. This is my house. I guess I was on autopilot.”

He groaned, unbuckled his seatbelt. “I’m just going to call a cab. Bye, lady.”

“No no no,” she followed him out of the car, “You must come inside. I insist. You can wash up and I have all sorts of first aid and lotion. I’m a great host, I’ll make you a snack, clean you off.”

Jamie looked at his cell phone. No signal. Amazing, he was being abducted by a crazy woman. “I’ll come in, but just to borrow your phone.”

“Great!” she said, “Perfect. I love it. I’ll make some tea. Do you like tea?”

“What’s your name, anyway?”

“Oh,” she said, bounding up to the house, “I’m Liz. Elizabeth. But everyone calls me Liz. Or Lizzie. But mostly Liz.”

He followed her in. She may have been nuts, but he had to admit, it was a nice house. Maybe her husband really did make good money.

“In here, in here,” she said, leading him through the hallways.

“What? Is this your bedroom?”

“Yes! The best bathroom is in here. Look at this tub, I love it. I spend hours in here. Whirlpool jets, bath salts, balms, soap, oils. The jet in the middle is extra strong, great for… well, I guess you won’t need that. But make yourself comfortable.” She had started filling the bathtub, and stupid as the idea was, after the morning Jamie had had, it did look enticing. No! What was he thinking? This woman was nuts.

“Look, Liz, this is great,” he said, “Really, great. Thank you. But I just want to go home.”

“Oh, yeah, no, I understand, I’m right there with you,” she said, “But I can’t send you home like this, you’re a mess. Please. Use the bath. Do you have anything like this in your house?”

He had to admit that he hadn’t. He sighed. This was ludicrous, but what was the harm? “Ok, ok. I will. But after that, I’m going home. Ok?”

“Yes, of course, zip, right home.” She looked so serious.

She left, and Jamie locked the door behind her. He stripped and stepped into the warm, swirling bath water. It was filmy with soap, a silky mixture that was curiously soothing. He soaked, and the bath really was helping, he decided, the jets massaging his tired muscles — maybe she wasn’t entirely crazy. He went over his body inch by inch, testing for bruises, poking at sore spots. All in all, he wasn’t much banged up. He’d had much worse falls than this.

Afterwards, he toweled off and was going to get dressed, but his clothes were missing. He scratched his beard, looked at the door. Hadn’t he locked it? How hard had he hit his head? Maybe he was the one losing his mind.

He wrapped the towel around his waist and opened the door, stepping out into the bedroom. “Liz?” he called.

“Over here.”

He scanned the room, looking for his clothes. “Have you seen my… oh… my.”

Liz was tied to the middle of her bed, each limb pulled into a different corner. Leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles attached to chains attached to the bed itself. And Liz herself, pastel clothes gone, replaced with cherry red lingerie. Her hairband was replaced with two girlish red ribbons. Even her makeup, black eyeliner and red lipstick and rouge cheeks, had gotten into the spirit. Her skin, soft and white, was slick, glistening, shiny. She was crazy, but she was also crazy hot.

Jamie drifted closer, couldn’t stop himself from gawking.

“Is it too much?” Liz said, “I don’t know. I haven’t used a lot of this stuff before. I mean, some if it, what I could do solo, you know, like masturbating, yeah. But these manacles, I hope they’re good. They weren’t cheap. And it was a trick getting my last wrist locked into place, let me tell you. I hope you don’t leave me tied up here.” She giggled. “The key’s in that box there. You’ve got to let me go when you’re done, uh, doing whatever it is you’re going to do to me. I’ve got gym in a few hours and I have to pick up the kids from school this afternoon, and that’d be just messed up, leaving me here like this.”

Jamie had walked over to the box she mentioned, finding the key nestled between a collection of sex toys and accouterments. He flipped through the box’s contents, picked up a ball gag. He puzzled at its straps, deciphering how it worked.

“Oh?” Liz continued, “Do you like gags? I keep buying them, I don’t know why, I never use them. My husband wouldn’t like any of this, he doesn’t know about the box. It’s, like, my little secret, haha. I haven’t even told Vicky. But I think after this I’m going to have to, I–”

Her words grew muffled as Jamie slipped the bright orange ball into mouth, stretching her jaw wide open. He pulled her head up to fix the clasp underneath, and she watched him, a choked humming sound coming from her throat. She was trying to continue speaking.

“Takes a lot to shut you up, doesn’t it?” he said, sitting back to survey the situation. “I’m tempted to just leave…”

Her eyes went wide.

“But. I can’t quite seem to make myself do that. You’re completely insane, Liz. Certified off your rocker. And yet, this situation, I should be mad at you. I am mad at you. But also, you’re really, really turning me on.”

She hummed a response, but it was all vowels.

Jamie chuckled. He reached out, grabbed her breast, gave it a jiggle. “You’re right,” he said, “You’ve got nice tits. Nice little handfuls.”

More muffled sounds escaped from Liz’s mouth. Jamie timed it out, figured she tried to say, “I know, right?” He laughed, she was too much.

He dragged a fingertip from her breast, down her belly, ran a circle around her navel, then meandered closer and closer to crotch, plucking at her garter belt.

Mumble, mumble — two syllables.

“Tickles?” Jamie asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“Well,” he grinned, “That’s an idea.” He returned to the box, grabbed something he’d seen earlier, a feather attached to a little pole.

Liz’s eyes went wide and she made a single, brief, high-pitched whimper.

He started with her feet, running the feather over her red lace stockings. He made her legs tense and pull, made her squeal. He wasn’t cruel, just a brush here, a tease there, and he rubbed her toes, too, giving her a break from the tickling. “I’ve never been a feet guy,” he said, “But with you? I could see it. Yours are cute. I could tickle them for hours.” Another brush with the feather.

She whimpered.

“I’m wondering though, where else are you ticklish?” He brought the feather up to her armpits. They were hairless and smooth and, in her bound position, entirely vulnerable to his tickling. As the feather swept over her sensitive skin, she twitched and squealed, squirming to get away. But Jamie kept attentive, keeping the feather teasing her no matter how much she wiggled. Her squeals became wails, and tears began to run down her cheeks.

He switched to her other arm, and she shuddered, her tears becoming a blubbering. He ran the feather down her side, to her hips, listening to her breathing change, staccato panting, quick and shallow.

“Too much for you?” he taunted her. A flick of his fingers, and the feather brushed her inner thigh, just above the hem of her stockings. She groaned, trying to bring her knees together. But her legs were stretched too wide, she couldn’t stop him. “This is way more fun than I expected,” he said, “You’re cute when you’re struggling, you know.”

He set the feather aside, ran his fingers up her arms. “Huh, there is some nice muscle tone here, you’re right.”

Liz panted, the reprieve still setting in.

Jamie’s hands explored her body, strong, smooth movements, nothing like the tickling earlier. She still shuddered, moaning occasionally, but he felt her relaxing, loosening up.

“You enjoying? Everything you thought it’d be?”

Tears streaked her makeup, but she nodded, whimpering, “Uh-huh.”

“I’m not anywhere near done with you, you know.” He returned to the box, pulling out a glass carafe of mineral oil. “What have we here?”

Jamie knelt on the bed, leering at her. Her lingerie, bright red, covered her with a translucent lace, hinting the nipples and pussy within. He put his hand on his chin and said, “Where should we begin?”

He tipped the carafe over her tits, drizzling the oil from one to the other. It ran over the fabric, pooled on her chest, dribbled onto the sheets below. Jamie swept it up with his fingers, massaged it into her breasts. The lingerie absorbed the oil, becoming even more translucent, clinging to her skin like it was painted on. Jamie took his time, reapplying coat after coat, soaking every last bit of her chest.

Her nipples were hard, and she moaned as when he brushed them, groaned when he tweaked them. She arched her back, pushing her breasts out, into his eager hands. She watched, silent for once, knowing what was coming next as he turned his body, leering at her crotch.

“When you climax, Liz,” he said, “Is it one big orgasm? Or a lot of small ones?” He tipped the oil out over her hips.

She moaned something incomprehensible.

“I guess we’ll find out.” He worked the oil into her thighs, her waist, running a circuit around her sex, watching her grow wetter and wetter. Then he poured another stream directly onto her mound, working it into her panties, pushing it into her pussy, coating her lips, her clit.

She was quietly whimpering, twitching from time to time, helpless against Jamie’s teasing.

Once he had her crotch entirely glistening and shiny, he leaned back to survey his work. “Fuck, you’re hot.” He thumbed her clit, listened to her gasping. “Ooh, that’s good. Now you’re ready for me to warm you up a little.”

Her eyes went wide and she squealed two syllables. Jamie knew she echoed, “Warm up?” and chuckled at her.

He stood over the box, producing a paddle. “Oh, Liz. This is interesting.”

Her eyes were wide.

“Not my style, though,” he said, putting it back. “Handcuffs? We’re way past that. What else… a cock ring? Interesting, I’ve never tried one of those. Perhaps next time. Oh, is that a butt plug? This isn’t for you, is it?”

Liz shook her head.

“Remind me later to ask who exactly it is for.” He returned it to the box. “I guess the strap-on doesn’t make much sense here, either. Ooh, but this, now this is what I was looking for. I know this is for you.”

He pulled a vibrating massage wand from the box of goodies and flipped it on to its lowest setting. It buzzed in his hand. He cranked it up, watched its buzz grow accordingly, then turned it back down. He grinned. “This’ll be a good start.”

He sat down again on the bed and held the wand over her chest. “How sensitive are your nipples?” He lowered the device down.

As he teased her breasts, she whimpered, panting harder and harder. He reached behind her back, tracing her bra strap until finding the clasp. With a deft little pinch, he had it undone, and with a flick of the wrist, the top was across the room, and her chest was exposed.

Jamie marveled at the sight. “Gorgeous, just gorgeous.” He fondled one breast while teasing the other with the wand, then switched. “I guess if I’m anything, Liz,” he said, “I’m a tits guy. And these? Oh…” he jiggled them, “I love them.”

“But,” he said, “There’s more to you than tits, isn’t there?”

He dragged the rotating wand down her body, tracing the path his fingers had explored earlier. By the time the vibrator neared her hips, she was already whimpering, oozing with anticipation. The wand teased just above her clit, his free hand toying with her sex, pushing her oil-slickened panties up inside her.

Liz moaned more vowels, their meaning lost.

“What was that?” Jamie mocked, “You’re ready for more?”

She whimpered loudly, eyes going wide.

Jamie brought the buzzing sphere into the barest contact with her clit, careful to not do too much, too soon.

But, slight as it was, the sensation was enough. Liz tensed up, her hips springing rigid, her legs flexing taut, feet bending back. She shuddered and moaned, each quick breath accompanied by a bucking of her pelvis, a shove onto the vibrator.

Jamie laughed, turning up the speed on the wand, pushing his fingers inside her that much farther.

Liz moaned louder, her eyes glassing over, rolling back in her head. Her whole body jerked, spasming, tugging at the bonds she’d placed herself in.

“Beautiful, beautiful,” Jamie cooed, “I’ve got you humming like a tuning fork. Now let’s increase the pitch.”

He turned the vibrator up once again, pushing it against her harder, sliding it up and down over her heat. He reached out, picked up the feather on a stick. Liz was distracted, the ecstasy blinding her to the feather until it was already happening, her armpit again exploding in the torment of uncontrollable tickling.

She screamed. Every muscle in her body tensed, her torso lifted off the bed in a full body arch, heels to palms. Her head rolled back, tears poured down her cheeks.

“Fuck, Liz,” Jamie remarked, rubbing her with the implements, “This is incredible. I feel like we’re making good progress. You’re responding well, learning a lot about yourself. But I know you’ve got more you could give.” He smiled at her.

He pulled away. She whimpered and sniffed, her face a complete mess of smeared makeup and tears. Her eyes were wide, frantically looking between Jamie and the feather.

He tracked her gaze and smiled at her. “Don’t worry about this,” he said, using it to tickle her chin. A fresh wave of tears streaked from her eyes. “I think we’re done with it for now.” He tossed it into the box.

“No,” he said, “I think it’s time that we really got to know each other.” He pulled off his towel, stood before her naked. His cock was nearly the size of Liz’s arm frighteningly hard.

She whimpered, her chest heaving.

“What’s got you so worked up, darling?” he taunted, “This?” He pointed at his dick. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it fit.”

He moved between her legs, kneeling. He slipped her panties to the side, exposing her. He poured another coating of mineral oil, massaging the silky fluid directly into her skin. Thumbing her clit, he spread her lips, played with her sex.

“This is such a cute little pussy you’ve got here,” he said, sliding a finger into her, “Tight as a violin string. Let’s see how you sound when I play you.”

She moaned, past trying to speak.

He lifted her hips and guided his cock up to her heat. The tip of his dick was just touching her, and he paused.

She writhed, pulling at the bonds, muffled shouting. She looked almost frustrated.

“Liz, has it really come down to this?” he said, “A married woman, a good Christian woman, begging, absolutely begging for a stranger’s dick?”

She strained, muscles fighting against the steel chains, yearning for his penis.

“Well, if that’s what you want.” He pushed himself inside.

Liz groaned loudly, back arching, tits bouncing. Jamie’s cock slid in farther and farther, and Liz’s groan became a wail. He moaned, feeling her pussy strain to accommodate his meat.

He fucked her to the hilt, selfish in his rhythm, using her as she wanted to be used, making her into a plaything, an object for his own pleasure. She was tight, so tight, and seeing her struggle against the cuffs was just spice on top. He thrust and thrust and thrust, subjugating her, making her his own.

The distorted sounds escaping around her gag were music, and soon he felt the orgasm approaching. “You’re such a pretty girl,” he said, “Would be a shame to get any cum on your skin, wouldn’t it?”

Her eyes widened as she realized what he meant. But there was nothing she could do. He was panting, eyes fluttering, way past the stopping point.

“Oh, fuccck…” he grunted, his cock spraying cum inside her. His hips bucked, shooting a second load. With her tight pussy, he milked himself dry before finally pulling out, letting his cock fall to the bed.

He sat back, panting, coming back into reality. He studied the scene. Liz’s face was a mess, her hair disheveled, her body glistening, her pussy leaking thick globs of semen.

A few minutes later, she lay curled up on the bed, recovering. Jamie sat nearby, doing similar. He asked, “Where’s my clothes?”

Liz looked at him blankly, blinking. After a moment, a click of recognition hit, and she said, “I washed them for you. Out in the hallway. Should be done by now. They’ll need to dry, though. You can use the quick cycle on the drier, that material goes real fast. I mean, I guess it’s designed to, right? Because of the sweating.”

Jamie shook his head.

“I can’t believe you came in me,” she said, “That was a pretty risky maneuver, don’t you think?” She stumbled into the bathroom, still speaking from behind the wall. “You know I’m not on birth control, right? I’m like, totally fertile. What if you just impregnated me? That would be pretty funny. My husband raising someone else’s kid. Do you think he’d notice? He’s kind of oblivious, I doubt he would.”

“You’re crazy, Liz,” Jamie said.

“Hah, I guess I am. That was pretty hot, though. I climaxed, like, so many times. This is gonna be one of those memories that’s, like, zip, right there, rest of my life. Like, ‘remember that time I let a stranger fuck my brains out?’ Although you could do it again, maybe. Once I recover. Put your number in my phone. Label it, ‘big dick guy.’ No, wait, what’s your name again? Put that in, and put ‘big dick’ as your last name. Cuz, oh wow, I’m going to have fun telling Vicky about this. She won’t believe me. You’ll have to meet her, tell her yourself. ‘Liz and I did bondage.’ Haha, it sounds weird, saying it out loud. You know, I’ve never used any of that stuff before. Not really. I bought it on a whim. My husband would never be into that. I don’t even think he likes me that much. You were way more into me than he ever gets. Calling me ‘pretty’ and stuff. It was sweet. He never does that anymore. I guess that’s kind of fucked up, isn’t it?”

Jamie had gone into the hallway, grabbed his clothes, put them on wet, and came back into the room, and Liz was still talking.

“I got the female dom stuff to use on him, you know? But it was obviously a mistake. He’ll never go for it. Not in a million years. It was just wishful thinking. Can you imagine, me wearing that strap on, big fat black cock, sodomizing my husband? Oh, that’d be so hot. But, man, why’d I bother? That stuff’ll never get used. Unless you want me to use it on you. Do you? You could sub next time. I’ll show you a thing or two about how to dom. There’s tons of stuff you never did, that you totally could have. Slap me around a little. Choke me. Really degrade me with your cock. Still. I shouldn’t complain. It was a good start. You really got me good there, a few times. Like, orgasms, but even better. I mean, like, totally over the edge, mindless, panicking. That was when I was having the really mindblowing moments. Ah! It was so darned hot, I’m getting turned on just thinking about it.”

Jamie buried his face in his palm. “Do you think I could get a ride home now?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, sure. Just a minute. I don’t have anything going on until noon. Really. That sounded sarcastic, but it wasn’t. I really don’t have anything to do most of the time. I can drive you wherever you want. Is it a long drive? Do you think you could give me road head? I’ve never done that before. I’m not sure how it works on a woman, though. Would you use your fingers?”

Jamie leaned against the wall, whispering to himself, “What the fuck,” while Liz continued rambling.

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