Tied up and Hungover

Hi, this is the second part to the story. Please read part 1 first, otherwise it's not going to make much sense.

This is the first story I've written so please feel free to comment, I could use the input.

I hope you enjoy it.

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Her hands don't stop at my waist, they drift across my chest and along my arms. What is she doing? 'I really had you going there Miles,' she says, the biggest smirk I've ever seen stretched across her face as she unties me. 'You always were so gullible.'

I just stare at her, stretching my arms and then rubbing my wrists. Is she for real? I could never tell with Kate, that's one of the things that used to do my head in about her

She unties my legs and says 'Tadahh, yeah I really had you going Miles.'

'So this is all joke? Come on, how did I get here then?'

'I was walking home last night, I briefly looked in the window of McClairs' and there you were, asleep on the bar. I popped into see if you were OK, you were fucked.' She says simply.

I don't remember any of what she is saying, the whole night is a blank canvas.

'Me and the barman got you in a taxi, took you back here 'cos I didn't know where you were living now.'

This is all seems believable, I guess she's telling the truth. My aching head is evidence enough. She's standing in the door way now, she pulls on some track suit bottoms but leaves her breasts on display. I try not to stare. 'Well, thanks Kate, you really helped me out there.'

'It's cool. Come on, I'll make you that tea.' I follow her out of the room, down the hall and into the kitchen. The flat is tidy and clean, but full of clutter. Pointless bric-a-brac litters every surface, and at a rough estimate 10 owl cushions on the couch and chairs, I could never get her obsession with owls. She passes me a cup of tea, I drink it greedily, just realising how thirsty I am.

'You always did have a weird sense of humour,' I tell her. 'Was tying me up your first idea?'

'No, originally I was going to get my friend Roy round and get him into bed with you. I thought better of it though, thought you might have a heart attack,' she says laughing.

'It was an excuse to touch my dick wasn't it?'

'Oh yeah, I've been missing your massive cock so much,' the sarcasm is a bit excessive, especially for this time in the morning. 'You were so funny Miles, you're not gonna be able to make me cum, ha is if, you used to barely last 5 seconds.'

I sit down on the couch, pushing the owl cushions aside. 'Joke all you want Kate, but it's true. I haven't cum in ages, I can't seem to do it.'

She sits down next to me on the couch. 'Really?' She asks. 'I'm sorry that must suck.'

I tell her that I've been going to the doctors but they can't figure it out, they think it might be stress related. It's actually a relief to tell someone, and I have to give her credit, she always was a good listener.

'Maybe you just haven't had the right treatment, let me try.' Before I can react she's unzipped my fly, reached into my boxers and pulled out my dick. She winks at me then leans into my lap and suddenly engulfs my dick.. Her tongue swirls around me, then she's licking the head with precise strokes. I'm looking at the back of her head, moving up and down in my lap, her hair a mass of black curls. My dick is stiff and thick, yet there's no pulse, no throb. I tilt my head back until it's resting on the back of the couch, I stare at a long, thin crack on the ceiling. My eyes are fluttering from the sensations and I allow myself to become lost in the reverie. I feel her hand gripping the base of my dick, whilst she's tonguing the head. Her hand sliding up and down, faster and faster. I'm making slightly embarrassing groaning noises.

All at once she stops and looks at me quizzically. 'Hmm, you should have come by now, I'm really good at giving blow jobs,' she says.

'That's what I was telling you,' I say, breathing in deep gulps.

'Yeah, you do have a problem, but look don't worry. I have an idea.'

Instead of providing the answer she gets up and walks into the bedroom, leaving me with my dick sticking out of my jeans like an abandoned light house. I grip it and start pumping away furiously but give up dejectedly and stuff it back away.

Kate comes back, fully dressed now with her hair pulled back with a scrunchie.

'Meet me at this club tonight,' she says handing me a card with an address on it.

I look briefly at it. 'I was planning on having a quite night tonight,' I tell her.

'Trust me, that's the last thing you want to do, meet me there about ten.'

I wonder why she wants to help me, and I mean to ask her but before I can she's ushering me out of the flat. I'm standing on the street wondering where the fuck I am and how I'm going to get home. I look at the card again, it's black with neon pink lettering 'Club Rub.'

Jesus, what a morning.