Now It Is His Turn

He came home to an empty house.

Work was fraught with stress. It seemed as though he could not win. He had negative feedback from his boss, complaints from the business that he could not fix, and co-workers who could not be bothered to help. Putting it in the common parlance, the day sucked.

He walked through the dark house to the bedroom. He did not even bother to turn on the lights. He fell facefirst into the bed and tucked his arms under his body. He missed the pillows, his head landing just below where they were piled at the head of the bed, and his long frame hung his feet off the end of the bed. He planned to take a nap. He just needed to scoot up a bit so his feet did not hang off the end and use one of the pillows. He paused a moment and thought about the evening before. He thought about her ass, glowing rosy red and raised where he used the strap, he thought about how good she felt wrapped around his excited length. He reached down and felt himself through his slacks, his cock was half hard with his recent thoughts and oh so sore from the rigorous fucking he had given her the night before.

The room went dark. He did not realize the moment he fell asleep. He was conscious one moment, thinking of fucking her, then he was dead to the overbearing world. He did not dream. He simply slept.

It seemed like it was only an instant later when he began to regain his bearings, but the clock on the bedside table indicated that he lost a full hour to the dark grip of sleep. He was confused, as he was not expecting to fall asleep so quickly. He found himself on his back, his arms and legs out. His eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness of the room since the sun had long set. He felt incredibly groggy. He tried to roll over. He felt the sharp, artificial tug on his wrists and legs. The bed groaned to the restraint of his movement. He was so confused, he could not move.

The room went white with light. He tried to cover his eyes, but the restraints on his wrists pulled his arms right back to the bed. He tried to sit up, but with his ankles were held firm as well, he could not do anything but blink blindly into the light. Slowly he became aware of her form by the doorway and light switch. He could not see well, but he could identify her outline anywhere and under any condition. Her gorgeous curves always grab his attention.

She was wearing a shiny tight black vinyl dress that barely covered her thighs and ass. She had paired the dress with tall aggressive black heeled over-the-knee boots, accentuating her beautiful strong legs. She moved slowly toward the bed in almost a slow-motion strut, the vinyl of her boots and dress made a delicious squeaking sound that ran chills down his skin.

Those chills were intense. He looked down and realized that he was naked. How hard had he slept? Apparently so hard that he did not notice her undressing him and securing him to the bed restraints he had used on her just last night. He felt cold and vulnerable.

And excited.

He had dared her to action, and apparently, she had taken him up on the opportunity for retribution. A bit of anxiety ran through the back of his mind. After all, he did leave bruises on her ass last night. He wondered what kind of pain he would enjoy.

And he would enjoy it.

She reached the bedside table and took a long riding crop with a soft leather tip from the assortment of items she had laid out while he was sleeping. He watched with intent as she stepped to the edge of the bed with the crop in her hands, one end resting in her palm, her other hand gripping the handle.

She stood there for a moment staring at him with an evil smirk. She slapped the crop into the palm of her hand a few times as if to warn him of what was coming. He tried not to jump when he heard the leather in her palm, it was a losing effort, and his nerves betrayed him. She laughed a little the second time he jumped.

She reached over and dragged the leather end of the crop along the outline of his collarbone and up to the muscle of his shoulder. She did so with the lightest of touches, noting the way he convulsed ever so slightly with the tickle of the leather. She moved down to his stretched pectorals, teasing the outline of his defined chest. She teased him with tickles as he winced and fought the urge to laugh. He started to smile.

WHACK! The crop came down hard on his nipple closest to her reach. He cried out immediately. If he had conscious control of his cry, he would have prevented it. He had no such control. The pain crashed through his body in waves, the cold air exacerbating the sting on his nipple. He gasped for air after his cry.

WHACK! The crop found the opposite nipple. This time he was consciously not holding back, his cry was prolonged and echoed in the bedroom.

She moved the crop back to his chest and traced the inside of his rib cage lightly. The tickling sensation traveled with her. She was working toward his most sensitive areas. The tickle was almost worse than the full force of a slap with the crop. She did not relent. She tickled him tracing circles around his stretched abdominal muscles. She moved down and lightly touched his pubic bone and continued on to the inside of his thigh. She took a path along his thigh all the way to his knee, then back down again, over his balls. He audibly held his breath as her crop found his shaved balls. She delighted in his trepidation of her intent with the crop in the area of his balls. She just teased him, tickled him, and continued onto his other thigh where she began to take the same path.

"Are you worried I would hurt your precious balls?" she almost sneered at him.

He began to answer, "The thought did cross my min..."

WHACK! WHACK! The crop struck with swiftness along the inside of one thigh and then the other just on either side of his cock and balls. He again cried out. The bed moaned under his force and weight against the restraints. Tears formed in the corner of his eyes involuntarily.

She cooed at him, "awe poor baby, you are doing so good with your punishment. I think you deserve a treat."

She climbed on top of the bed between his legs and leaned over. Her right hand still held the riding crop. Her left hand took his flaccid cock between her thumb and forefinger. She inhaled him, sucking the flesh of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue immediately went to work, swirling over every inch. He grew quickly. She loved it when he grew in her mouth, a reward for her cock sucking ability. She loved blowing him.

He arched his back to stuff his now fully erect cock into her mouth. He did not have much play in his restraints so he could not really affect the way she blew him. He wanted badly to thrust into her mouth. He wanted her to completely swallow his full length. Though he was 8 inches, she still found her bottom lip resting against the top of his balls. She felt him involuntarily pulse in her throat. She choked a bit and gagged as she pulled him back out of her mouth. His beautiful cock leaned over and almost touched his belly button. It pulsed in the air, throbbing to the beat of his heart. She watched with a smile as it throbbed on its own. She liked the way he writhed against the restraints hoping for more stimulation.

She slid off the bed and went to the nightstand again. He heard the chains rattle and knew right away she was getting the same nipple clamps he used on her the night before. He shivered. He started to protest, but she shushed him as the first alligator clip bit sharply into the flesh of his right nipple. He cried out when she attached the second clip to his left nipple. She sadistically flicked his right nipple and then immediately pulled them both by pulling the chain between them. He groaned in the pleasant agony of their bite.

He did not even notice that she had moved back down to his cock, she licked every inch up and down before taking him all in again. She stroked hard and fast with her mouth. She felt his cock tense up and she could taste his pre-cum oozing from his swollen head. She pulled the chain hard and removed her mouth, the suction of her lips smacking in a kissing sound as he shook in pleasure and pain. Again she watched him pulse in the air, his cock heaving, dripping pre-cum in a single strand unto his tight stomach.

She knew he was about to explode in orgasm. She did not want it to end yet. In fact, she had so much more planned. She glanced at the clock on the bedside table. Any moment the main event should arrive.

She slinked over to the stuffed chair in the corner of the room. She sat down with her ass on the edge of the cushion, her legs spread. His eyes were between her legs as her lips pulled apart slowly as her thighs opened. She felt the cold air against the wetness of her pussy. She picked up her biggest dildo and slowly pushed it into her mouth, her lips tightly wrapping around the silicone of the toy. She pulled it out glistening with her saliva then moved it down between her legs. She slowly pushed it inside of her, moaning ever so softly. She made sure he saw it disappear inside of her. She smiled an evil smile as his cock stood up even higher. She began to fuck herself until she found it hard to maintain control. She was already close to orgasm. She knew if a sudden breeze kicked up in the bedroom, he would cum too.

The doorbell suddenly rang. He jerked against the restraints. She simply smiled.

Her heart was beating hard in her chest, but she tried to maintain an air of calmness. She got up, dildo in hand, and smiled at him, "I will be back dear".

He heard the door open, the hinges moaned as she swung it open. He heard voices, hers and another man's, and he thought he heard a kiss. Moments later, she returned with her boyfriend. He knew of her boyfriend, but they rarely talked. He was wearing a T-shirt and athletic shorts, already the outline of a hard cock could be seen down the leg of his shorts.

She pushed her boyfriend down into the chair. He hit the cushion with a thud. Almost immediately she was ripping at his shorts, pulling them down to his knees. Her ass was in the air, with bruises showing brilliant from the night before, as she bent over to pull her boyfriend's shorts down over his feet and free of his legs. The boyfriend watched her and ignored him strapped to the bed with his cock throbbing in the air.

He watched her swallow her boyfriend's large cock. Her ass swayed in his direction as he lie in the bed, unable to do anything. Her pussy glistened with a strand of her excitement running down her thigh. She suddenly turned around to face him.

"Watch me fuck him the way you so desperately want to be fucked right now", she said in a low sexy voice. She hiked up her vinyl skirt and backed onto her boyfriend's lap, and slowly lowered herself on his cock until she was sitting firmly on top of him. She very slowly rode him, moaning with every movement.

He watched from the bed as she fucked her boy-toy on the chair. He watched as she got wetter and wetter, leaving her boyfriend's cock glistening and frothing in the light before disappearing deep into her. He listened to the sounds of their bliss get louder and louder. He could hear her wetness, he could smell their excitement wafting to him. He was so excited by what he saw. He could feel his own need build as if he was being touched. Every time her ass came down on top of her boyfriend, it was almost as if he could feel her pussy around his own cock. He was getting way too excited. He could only lie there and watch.

Suddenly her orgasm ravaged her, she shook from her perch on top of her boyfriend. Her friend groaned loudly as well, his cock pulsing at the base before it disappeared into her. He watched her convulse as her boyfriend's cum rolled down from her and onto his balls and the chair.

It was too much for him. He pulled hard against the restraints. He shook involuntarily. His cock jumped almost straight up. It felt like he had been struck by lightning. He could hold back the building sensations no longer. His cock dropped and then lept into the air. He let go. His eyes forced themselves closed as he felt ropes of his pleasure shoot from deep within. He felt his cum fall onto his chest, run down his abdominals, and onto the bed below.

"Oh you good boy", she cooed breathlessly from her own orgasm, "you came without me even having to take care of you. You liked the show we gave you, you naughty man."

She stood up and helped her boyfriend to his feet. She bent over and picked up her boyfriend's shorts, making sure the bed got a full view of her ass and her cum soaked thighs. She leaned in and kissed her friend deeply and then whispered, "It's time for you to leave, I have work here to do. See yourself out."

The boyfriend disappeared into the darkness of the house. He thought he heard the front door close.

She walked over to him. He watched her as he lay still, covered in his own cum. She crawled on top of the bed, looked into his eyes, and lowered herself to his midsection. With her tongue, she began to slowly lap up his cum. After every stroke of her tongue, she would swallow what she collected in an exaggerated, sexy manner. His cock never had a chance to go down, and she was only building his need again.

"Oh you want more, slave?" she teased. She straddled him before he could think of a response. Her hot wetness enveloped his longing length. She was was so hot, so wet. He could not think of anything other than the immense pleasure she was pulling from his depths. He groaned. She hissed a coaxing yes as he got closer and closer.

He growled and let go. Reclaiming what was his. He convulsed deep inside her. She was surprised at how many times she felt his cock pulse. She felt his hot cum deep inside her, now she had both of her lovers filling her. She loved the empowerment. Clearly, he enjoyed it too. She lay on top of him holding him close as he slowly calmed down, his cock still buried deep.

"I love you so much", she whispered into his ear.

Those five words would be what he remembered most of this day. He showered with her, kissing her, and letting her scrub his back and he thought about how fortunate he was to have her in his life.