Dana wouldn't give up. I told her without uncertainty that I wasn't interested in dating her. She would call me agist or seductively told me I didn't know what I was turning down. Sometimes I'd thought about it, but I couldn't really stir my imagination into thinking about a date with a woman ten years old. Also all my girlfriends have been small, thin and quiet. Dana was loud, brash, busty and thick.
Some of my friends made fun of me for not going for it. They would say that one of these days she was going to get me drunk and break me down, and better to do it before she turns 50. Don't get me wrong Dana looked good for her age. Her skin was still tight, and her huge breasts were still pretty firm. Her curves were always on display, especially when she knew she was going to see me.
One day I got cornered at the grocery store and she convinced me to go have drinks with her. We went out to a local pub, and she slammed beers like a fratboy. I did my best to keep up, just because I wasn't used to being outdrank by a woman. I tried to keep polite conversation, but she just kept trying to get me worked up. She would lean over and show as much freshly tanned cleavage as possible. She wore this dazzling floral perfume that made her really appealing too.
As I got a bit drunk, I imagined finally giving in to her, and having a little fun, but part of me I think was just resisting the idea of being seduced like this by a woman I wasn't really attracted to. Part of me still thought of her as my Mom's friend (even though she was much younger, she worked with my mom at the hospital). At one point she even got up and sat on my lap. She was heavier than I was used to and her big meaty ass dug into my stomach. My head was swimming with her perfume, and embarrassment at being so blatantly pursued in public, that I excused myself to the bathroom in an effort to get her off of me.
She balked and played around saying she wouldn't get off, and I have to "make her." She playfully bounced on my lap a few times, and I slid out and walked away to the bathroom. I noticed as I walked away that I had become rock hard from her little game. I was annoyed at my body for betraying my mind like that.
I had a plan to fake an early appointment, and slip out before things got any more heavy with Dana, but she tempted me with a bottle of supper rare whisky (my greatest weakness) that she had stashed away at home. I walked nervously up the stairs trying not to stare at her tick ass practically clapping and waving at me a few feet ahead.
She poured us the whisky and before I even got a chance to taste it she leaned in and started to make out with me. I paused for a second and let her steal a kiss, but she was practically sucking my tongue down her throat. I tried to push her away, but she grabbed my head, and wrapped her thick legs around my waist, grinding into me with pure animal lust.
I pushed her face off of mine for long enough to protest. Dana just kept grinding. I realized then, that she was too strong and had too tight of a grip with her legs, and I couldn't push her off. The only thing I could think to do was push forward off of the arm of the couch to try to get on top of her in what would be like a top guard position in wrestling. Dana saw my counter coming, and playfully went with it, allowing me to get her in a clothed missionary position.
Before I had a chance to say anything, or even catch my breath, she reached up and pulled my head into her enormous breasts. I tried to push myself up by I couldn't get a good grip on the couch, plus I was distracted by her swinging her legs up to body scissor my ribs. The sharp pain in my midsection plus the suffocation completely disoriented me. I didn't even have time to think about how absurd it was that I was wrestling around with Dana half-drunk, when all I wanted to do was be at home.
She saw and opportunity, and was able to roll me over off the couch. She landed on top of me with her breasts, now spilling out of her dress and completely engulfing my face. Her arms were wrapped around my arms and head completely, immobilizing me. In a brief moment of clarity I realized how ridiculous this situation was. I told myself that once Dana calmed down, I could explain that I wasn't interested and she would probably feel embarrassed about the whole thing. My calm wouldn't last though, in a a few moments I would realize that I wasn't able to get any air trapped between her breasts. I tried to scream into them, but it only came out as murmurs. I kicked my legs, and tried to twist out. I just heard her humming a little song, waiting for me to stop moving, and soon everything went black.
I came too with a bad headache from the beer and being knocked out. I was in a big soft bed that I didn't recognize. I had been stripped down to my underwear. At first I wondered if I had drank too much somewhere and didn't remember. I went to rub my temples, when I noticed that my arms and legs had been tied to the bedposts. I screamed out of terror. I heard some laughter from the other room, and suddenly remembered what had happened before I passed out.
I screamed for Dana to untie me. At first I was enraged. This was kidnapping. She came in wearing a neglige that flattered her in a way I'd never seen before. I actually was taken aback for a second. She would say little things about how this was a special night, and how she knew I wanted this as badly as I did. All I said after every sentence she uttered was "untie me."
She jumped on the foot of the bed and tweaked my toe, and started to rub my leg. I shivered a bit, and she smiled. I started almost whimpering for her to untie me. She sat on my leg and kissed my stomach a few times. As she leaned over her big round tits softly landed on my crotch. I tried to stop it, but my dick swelled in my underwear. She giggled triumphantly as she felt it.
She asked if I still wanted her to untie me. I told her I did. I told her if she that I wouldn't call the police and that we could just forget this night ever happened. She kissed me to shut me up. My dick got rock hard. She reached down and felt it, and told me that I could pretend all I wanted, but she knew I wanted to fuck her so badly that I was straining. She pulled down my underwear and gave my cock a squeeze. She told me to just relax and go with it, and she'd give me the ride of my life.
Inside I thought about it, just getting it over with, and getting a good nut off, and having a good story to tell my buddies about a wild night tied up. I couldn't surrender though. The whole way it happened didn't seem right. It was all too humiliating. I just became silent and tried to pull away at my bound hands. Dana finally got frustrated with my reluctance and smacked my cock in anger. I recoiled.
She thought for a second and told me she wasn't going to force me. In fact she wasn't even going to fuck me unless I begged for it. She wanted me to beg her to fuck her. It seemed silly to me. I told her she might as well untie me. I didn't know what was wrong with this woman. I'd told her in every way imaginable that I had no interest in fucking her, and now she expected me to beg for it. Just because I she got me hard didn't mean that I had become her sex slave.
She sat up on my stomach and took off her neglige. She was only wearing a thong now. I had to admit her naked breasts were statuesque. She played with them a little. She asked me if I wanted to suck on them. I said no, and she shrugged. She played with them a little more, and softly started grinding on my stomach. I felt my dick strain again. I began to squirm. I finally realized what she was getting at. I desperately wanted to touch myself, or have her touch me, but I was stuck like this.
