Oppsite Day

*Bzzzt bzzzt bzzzt*

I came to my senses mildly confused. Had I? Yeah. I'd slept.

My phone was slowly dancing sideways across the table.

I managed to pry myself away from the warm pillows under my shoulders, and grabbed for it.

It was Catherine calling. I instantly felt the corners of my mouth lift a little.

She was... what time was it? Yeah, okay, little after six in the afternoon. She was just off from work.

"Hey hot stuff." I tried my best to stifle a yawn.

"Hi... can you come over please?"

There was something in her voice that flushed every bit of sleepiness out of my system.

"Is something wrong? Is it urgent?"

"No. I mean... Look. Can you just come over?"

"Yeah. On my way. I'm there in like, 20. Okay?"

"Okay."

And the call went dead.

"I need you" was never spoken. But it was undeniably there, only left unsaid.

I quickly checked myself over. Slacks, t-shrit, good enough. Threw on a jacket, and... keys?

Keys? Keys? Keys? Why the fuck did my keys always want to play hide and seek?

Finally I was on my way.

I had no idea what was up with Catherine. I was not afraid, or worried. I was just... I don't know.

She was tough as nails, she was smart, she could take care of herself. Having her call me sounding so empty, was strange. If something was urgent, if she genuinely needed help, or if she was hurt, she would have said.

It was still so out of the ordinary, it didn't take me 20 minutes to get there, it took me less.

When I hit her doorbell, she didn't even ask. The crackling tinny voice on the door phone just said "Come on up."

She met me at the door. In a hug that felt a little closer to an attempted body-tackle. The following kiss had a faint taste of white wine to it.

"Hi!" was all I could say at first.

"Hi." came the muffled response, from a face buried in my chest.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No. No I don't. But I want you to come take a shower about it with me. Please?"

I was not to deny a request like that.

It took just a minute before we were squeezed together under the hot running water, inside a shower that was meant to fit one person preferably smaller than me to begin with. But we were very comfortable squeezing together, we were very comfortable with one of us being pressed up against the cheap plexiglass walls.

Catherine did not offer much in the way of an explanation. But she was very passionately pressing up against me, while our mouths melted softly together, and hands wandered.

And so we showered together about whatever was wrong, until the hot water tank stopped living up to its name, and we eventually had to evacuate before the water grew outright cold.

Then we spent a little more time with hands running over one another. This time with towels as an excuse.

No words were spoken. And I was not going to press the issue.

And no words were spoken as Catherine led me out of the bathroom and out into the bedroom/living room/kitchenette/literally-every-other-room-that-wasn't-the-bathroom of her small studio apartment, and had us headed towards the bed.

She pushed me down on it, straddled my midriff, and grabbed a scarf that was coming up from behind the bed.

We mostly hung out at my place simply because it was larger. But we did use hers as well. And since we both liked to have fun with sex, her bed did offer certain "amenities" we liked. I had gotten four big solid iron rings, that were slotted onto the legs at each corner of the bed. Four scarves tied to those iron rings, meant that it was indeed very possible to be tied to said bed.

It had so far been Catherine's clear preference to be the one tied up. In this particular moment, instead it was my wrists that were being held to the corners of the bed, while scarves were being looped around my wrists and tied down with determination.

"What have I done to deserve this?" I asked, with a smile.

"Don't. You don't need to talk right now."

Catherine placed a hand over my mouth, while looking around for a second, an almost sardonic smile crossed her face, as she reached out and grabbed for something. A pair of her panties were in her hand. And instead of covering my mouth, she grabbed my jaw and held my mouth open, and stuffed my mouth, gagging me.

"Wh hh fhk Khthnh!?" I asked, by brow furling, a little bit of hot anger flashing through me, lifting my neck of the mattress.

Reaching behind her, Catherine's hand wrapped itself around the root of my cock. I could feel the nails of two of her fingers digging into the base of my balls, at one of the most sensitive spots on my entire body.

"Listen. This is the only explaining I am going to do. I've had a shitty day. And I don't know right now if I want to eat and entire pan of brownies, or scream, or kill one of my co-workers, or kill one of my co-workers with a pan of brownies while screaming."

The words came bubbling out of her in true Catherine free-form rant. Her mouth tended to open and start moving, and sometimes, everybody involved would be surprised to see where the sentence would end up, including Catherine herself.

Her hand squeezed my cock, tugging a little, while the two fingertips kept doing something a part of my brain was finding very interesting actually.

"And none of these things will really help right now. So instead, what I rather want to do, is to gorge myself on you. So my brain gets to switch off a little."

She tugged and squeezed the base of my cock while she spoke. The little spark of anger that had been in me, had had it relaxing ever so slightly, but the touches were having it point determinedly at the ceiling again.

"Now. You get to say no. Of course you do. If you don't want to. But it would help me a lot if you could be a good boy right now. And be quiet about it, with no being concerned about me, and no joking around. Can you do that for me you think?"

Catherine was headstrong as fuck. She was hard as nails. And she was also the sweetest and most giving submissive in the bedroom. But right now there was something else about her. It was a little alien to see her looking determined and steely in bed. And at the same time she looked so vulnerable and with her soul laid bare as she sat there naked and straddling me, with eyes that were drilling into me in a mix between being one bad word away from tears, mixed with deadpan earnestness.

I nodded, "Mh mh'hm."

"Good boy."

Her middle finger reached a little lower, and my eyes widened in surprise and mild fear as her fingernail rasped over some other highly sensitive part of me an inch and a half lower than the base of my balls.

"But I want absofuckinglutely no goofing around of any kind. Do you understand me?"

"Mh mh'hm!" I confirmed, my eyes wide.

"Good."

She gave the sphincter clenched in fear what you could be described as a *boop* with her fingertip.

She began moving herself, shifting from side to side as she walked herself up my chest.

"Because when I remove this gag, I do not want a single word out of you."

She picked the pair of panties out of my mouth.

"The only thing I want out of you, is your tongue."

Her ankles were a little painful pressing down on the inside of my upper arms, but no more than what I would endure.

I saw the full extent of Catherine's body towering over me, her blue eyes staring down at me from under chestnut hair.

And I found myself obediently opening my mouth and letting my tongue welcome her, as she sat on my face, straddling my mouth.

The first wide-tongued lick got a soft "Mmmh".

She was still hovering, holding herself over me. I had to strain my neck a little to reach her with my tongue-strokes.

But as my tongue worked, her hips began to move, working back and forth and following my tongue. And as they did, I pulled away little by little, taking strain of my neck, and feeling her follow me until my head was resting on the mattress. Until she was sitting properly down on me. Until my head was being pressed into the mattress. Until Catherine was grinding on me and riding my tongue.

She was leaning back. I could see over the slight mound of her stomach that she had her hands on her breasts, squeezing, playing.

The moans and pleasant happy sound were closer together.

I ate, and loved every second of it as I could feel my chin getting soaked.

And then I got to experience something that had never happened to me in my life.

Catherine's hand was in my hair, pulling at it, while she shifted on top of me.

"Push your fucking tongue INTO me."

There was no "please".

And I kind of liked it.

And as Catherine's pussy pressed down on my mouth, I did exactly as I was told, and pressed my tongue into her wet pussy, and felt a small flood of her juices leak over my tongue as it first probed into her.

"Just like that. Good boy!"

She had been "Good girl" so many times in bed, and she had told me how those two simple words sometimes made little waves of excitement rifle through here. I was not quite there, but I could still understand what she referred to.

She was nothing like her submissive little self now, though. She was leaning back on me, one hand behind her back for support, weight of her pressing down on my lower stomach. And the fingers of her other hand was millimeters from my nose, as she was playing with her clit and pressing herself onto my mouth.

And as her moans grew in intensity, I let my tongue dart in and out of her, tongue-fucking her pussy to the absolute extent of my ability.

"Mmmh... fuck... fuck! Fuckfuckfuck!"

My hands were moving by instinct, wanting to grab onto Catherine's hips and press her down on my mouth as she came. And all I ended up doing, was to tug against the restraints.

Catherine shook and trembled exquisitely on top of me, her hand went flying away from her clit.

I could feel her clutch, but I had not been told to stop, so I were not planning to.

And after the worst trembles passed, Catherine shifted again and leant over me, while digging fingernail into my scalp.

"Suck on my clit!" she gasped

And I obediently did, while she rocked back and forth against my mouth, and let it send delicious little aftershock through her.

I wrapped my lips firmly into her, and sucked her softly between my lips, and let my tongue lap softly.

And as the worst of the intensity and oversensitivity of the orgasm faded, she began to ride my mouth again. Still hunched over, still squeezing a little on scalp and my skull.

"Fuck. Keep going. Good boy! That's just it!"

I could feel her clit harden against my tongue again as I licked and sucked and obeyed.

She was grinding greedily onto me. There was fire in her eyes.

"Just like that. Good! Fuck! Make me fucking cum again!"

She was hunched over, riding my mouth, and pressing my head into her when I did. And she let out a sound that was nothing like her. It was more of an angry cry than anything I had heard from her before.

"AaaaaaAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!"

And then she grabbed me by my hair and pushed my head away, while getting off from me. Disposing of something she was done with for now.

Her eyes slid over to the pair of panties, discarded on the bed next to me, and she smiled slyly while she stuffed them back in my mouth.

"I kind of like that look on you" she stated, as she got herself in between my legs, kneeing them apart to make room for herself. She sat down cross-legged, while running her hands up then insides of each of my thighs, meeting in the middle, to wrap around my cock.

"Now let's this properly ready, shall we?"

Had my mouth been free to do so, I would have pointed out that it was not going to get much harder. Instead I was tasting whatever fabric H&M were used for whatever was in my mouth.

And I had no interest in objecting anyway, as Catherine started stroking me.

And then yet another new thing happened to me, as she bent forward and just spat on my cock.

"Get you nice and rock hard and ready. Because I need this cock inside of me."

Her one hand started using the spit as lube, twirling around the head.

"And it is going to fucking fill me up!"

Her other hand slid down, and four fingernails raked across my balls, and I felt them shrivel.

"And you are going to be a good boy and let me ride it. Aren't you?"

"Mh-hm!" I nodded.

"Because I really wont accept anything else."

Fingernails pressed deeper into my balls and something that was half a moan and half a snarl came out my nose, while I felt a little hot flash of anger.

And at the same time, brilliant fucking horniness.

Fuck.

This was something. It was new and it was different and it was not how things tended to be. And still I loved every second of it.

And satisfied with her preparation, Catherine got on top of me, and steered my rock hard cock into place, and slid herself down on me. And we were both grunting happily as she rolled her hips and got me all the way into her.

"Yessss!" she sneered.

And her hips rose, and she came crashing down on me with authority.

"Mnrgh!"

It was some sort of snarl, as she just utterly filled herself with me.

Her fingers dug into my chest.

And once again her body rose, and then came thumping down on me. Hard and rough. And this time my hips were raising to meet her as she did, letting her have everything I had to offer.

"That's it. Good boy. Fuck me. Fuck me I said!"

A flat hand slapped my cheek. Another little spike of sullen anger, I could feels my brows furl almost on their own.

And at the same time, my hips were moving, and I thrust up as hard as I could, while Catherine once again just completely impaled herself on me.

We were no strangers to rough fucking. It was something we both liked. But this time the roles were reversed.

Franticly, hungrily, primally, our bodies were crashing together. Hard.

I was being ridden harder than I had ever been in my life. I looked down for a second, to see my cock as Catherine rose on me, and then watched as she threw herself down on me, and pressed me deep inside with a grinding motion.

And then my head was pressed back into the mattress by a hand.

"Don't look at my pussy, look at ME!"

There was a fucking storm going on behind the eyes I was looking into.

That feeling when you look out at a sea where winds are sending waves thundering into anything in its way. The same sort of force of nature were in those eyes, as my cock was being ridden.

And holy fucking shit it was hot.

And Catherine did gorge herself on me. The heat of her, all around my cock. So wet and so messy, I felt a little droplet forming, and starting to run down the skin of my balls.

"Yesss... that's it."

Hand were holding my head in a vice-grip, while her face came down to mine.

I was kissed over the sides of my face, I was kissed down my jaw, I was kissed down the side of my neck, and then teeth sank into my skin, and a disgruntled snarl came out of me.

"Oh so you don't like that? Hmm?"

Distaste, displeasure, and determination.

"Well... Too bad."

Teeth bit into my throat again, harder.

And then she herself more upright, hips still raising and falling and rolling all the while, while her hands were pressing down at the top of my chest.

"Your job right now is to just be a nice hard cock for me to ride."

And then her hands slid up, and her fingers splayed out around my throat, and squeezed down.

"Do you understand?"

I nodded, frantically. And then my head moving almost on its own accord arched back and let her hands get better hold of me.

And Catherine choked me while she rode me.

And I moaned. And I let her.

"You fucking like that don't you? You like me choking you and riding your cock?"

I fucking liked Catherine choking me and riding my cock. But my replies came in moans.

And there was a litany of dirty talk that I can't properly remember. Because nimble but strong fingers were pressing down on my throat, and my cock was being ridden hard. But as I kept trying to breathe as deep as I could through flared nostrils, my body felt a little far away and somehow a foot to the left of where everything should be, and purple swirls where dancing at the edge of my vision.

And I only started seeing clearly again when that pressure let up, and Catherine was digging her fingernails into my chest, and she herself was breathing as frantically and as hard as me.

"Fucking cum for me! Be a good boy, and fucking cum in me!"

And I snarled back, and grunted, and threw my hips up with fervour and pumped my cock up into Catherine's body.

"Cum for me! Fucking fill me!"

My teeth were biting down on the fabric in my mouth. The angry barked orders were not ones my body had any plans to disobey.

"Nrrrgh nrrrgh nrrrrgghhhhhhhh!"

Animal sounds were all that I could muster, as I complied, and shoved my cock deep into Catherine, and felt the orgasm slam into me like warms brought in by a storm.

"YES!"

Hands were pulling at me, grabbing at me, with no reason or thought behind them.

Catherine was leaning back and rolling and grinding on me, as I could feel the warm pressure of cum pumping out of me.

"FUCK YES!"

I was arching.

"YESSSSS!"

Overstimulation was all I could feel. Being ridden still. While I was being clutched and milked.

Trembles. Mine and hers. Glowing patters of light dancing inside of me. Nerves trying to tell me that something was hurting the skin over my sides, and being told to fucking shut up because something else was taking up all my ability to feel sensation.

And a duet of animalistic sounds.

A few minutes later. I had caught my breath again. The panties were gone from my mouth and had been thrown in the direction of "over there somewhere". My wrists were still tied, my arms were complaining slightly but I had no intention of bringing it up, because Catherine was lying halfway on top of me with her face buried in the nook of my arm and her fingers playing with the hair on my chest.

"I really, really needed that. Thank you."

A soft kiss on the side of my chest.

I didn't an immediate reply, just leaned to give a little forehead kiss.

But my then my mouth moved as it always did.

"You know... you can do that again any time you want."

There was a coy little giggle. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. Maybe some day I can even be a good boy and keep my mouth shut without being gagged."

"Mmm.... I'm not counting on it."

"Me neither. But we can try."