Anna and Joe were best friends. It was not like any best friendship that anyone would recognize. Anna and Joe first became friends while working in a restaurant together. Joe as a Chef and Anna as a Banquet Coordinator. During the first two years they worked together, they really didn't like each other very much. Over time, they realized they had more in common. Particularly the insanity of their exes and their out-of-control sex drives. When their friendship really began to blossom, Joe was still married, but Anna was already divorced. Anna would delight Joe with her sexual adventures and Joe would reciprocate with shocking stories of his soon to be ex-wife's sexual adventures. Joe's marriage was open, but he knew that it really only counted for his jealous wife. While Joe had a green light in words, he knew enjoying another woman in reality would bring his troubled marriage to an abrupt end.
Anna provided Joe a welcomed distraction to his miserable home life. While still trying to keep the pieces of his failing marriage together, Joe refrained from attempting any physical advancements with Anna. After all, Anna was 27 years old and much younger than Joe, very beautiful and had her pick of men. 14 years her senior, balding and pear-shaped, Joe never considered himself in Anna's league. There was something about Joe that appealed to Anna though. He was funny, had charm, and when he flashed his irresistible smile it revealed very cute dimples. As things tend to happen between a man and a woman, flirting turned into making out and eventually when Joe's marriage was completely kaput, Anna and Joe fucked. Joe was in heaven. Anna was in many ways Joe's ideal woman. She had a sailor's sense of humor, was head turning beautiful, flaunted her sexuality by wearing revealing dresses, panties never, and she smoked cigarettes. Indeed, Joe had an overactive smoking fetish.
In subsequent years, Anna and Joe only fucked tangentially. Even though they had ample opportunity, Anna insisted that it would ruin their friendship. Joe understood this explanation, but found it unsatisfactory.
Anna continued to regale Joe with her sexual adventures and Joe would get exceedingly turned on, then immediately jack off after leaving her company. Over time, Anna stopped telling Joe when she hooked-up with other guys and insisted that she changed and wasn't like that anymore. Joe was in love with Anna and he sensed that Anna stopped telling him stories because of his emotional attachment, not because she had changed. Joe knew better and even confronted Anna when he learned that she was maintaining a full blown relationship with a new guy. This put a lot of stress on the friendship but Anna and Joe were cosmically drawn back to each other regardless of the hardship.
Joe found that his love for Anna was limitless. It didn't matter to him that she lied to him. It didn't matter that she was seeing other guys. Joe wanted Anna in his life. Joe also had to admit that picking up the pieces of his broken life, trying to move out of his parents' house, having half custody of his son, and trying to forge a career that would make him comfortable in retirement really didn't afford him the time to pursue romantic relations with Anna or anyone else for that matter. Anna was his de-facto girlfriend as they behaved as such when together, except for having sex, and no other woman drew his interest.
Joe tried his best to communicate his love to Anna and make her feel comfortable with telling him again about her adventures. Besides having a smoking fetish, Joe enjoyed the prospect of being cuckolded. He had a hard time understanding why his dick would get diamond hard in the rare instance when Anna did share her adventures with him. He wanted nothing more than to be the guy who was receiving Anna's sexual gifts, but could not deny how hearing about her sex with others made him feel. Blow job in the keg room, sex on the short counter, getting fucked by the bartender against the microwave, and even tales of innocent kissing would shoot Joe's cock straight out and provide ample fodder for his fantasies. He was equally crushed and aroused, but this was the Anna that Joe fell in love with. He liked how it made him feel and yearned for more.
Joe shared with Anna how this made him feel and it didn't seem to have an effect. Anna continued to insist that she wasn't like that anymore and didn't have any adventures to talk about. Joe was sure that was a lie.
Joe's thinking toward Anna and her sexual life evolved. He began to consider that it was not his own feelings towards Anna that made her hesitate to share with him. No that was not the case. Joe realized that it was Anna's feelings about herself that made her not want to share. Joe figured Anna would rather not relive those adventures in her own mind, much less with anyone else. She loved poor Joe and knew her stories had an effect on him that neither of them understood completely. She just didn't enjoy it. While the sexually promiscuous Anna was the woman Joe fell in love with, this was the woman whom Anna despised. She did not like her unsatiable sexual lust that resulted in her fucking any confident male that showed an interest. With her looks, charm, humor and smile, there were a lot. Each new restaurant she worked at provided a new cadre of admirers to choose from. "This time will be different," she'd tell herself. But eventually her lust would take over and she'd be fucking guys inside of a week. Then there were the men she'd meet on dating websites. The men she'd meet at bars. And on and on. Joe theorized that Anna's behavior was the result of the sexual trauma that Anna told him about that she endured as a minor. He figured that she had not yet healed from that trauma and this resulted in her dispicable lack of control. He thought that she must view her sexuality as a monster that took over her life, not as a beautiful, free-spirited aspect of her personality. She could not find inner peace with the fact that her lust dictated her behavior. As far as he was concerned, Joe understood that Anna's love for him was more meaningful because it did not occur on a sexual plane. Tragically, at times, sex with Anna was all he could think about.
Joe took this about Anna as a matter of fact, but did not continually press the issue when she lied about not having anything to tell. It mattered more to Joe that Anna was in his life than filling his spank bank. She did that well enough by just sitting next to him in a sexy dress, smoking a cigarette. Yet, the lack of physical contact and that lack of intimate connection that he used to feel when Anna shared with him left him feeling unfulfilled. He longed for her touch. He longed to hear Anna tell him in detail how she got fucked. He fantasized about it when he masturbated. Without any woman in his life to satisfy him sexually, Joe had to do it all himself and usually did so twice per day minimum. Joe jacked-off to Anna all the time. He would imagine her in a plaid skirt that she had to wear in one of her jobs servicing the men she worked with. When Anna found work outside of the restaurant business, he fantasized about her having sex in cubicles and break rooms with her coworkers. He would imagine her telling him about it while smoking. He imagined Anna in love with her sexual self, free from the prison where the demons of her past kept her. Joe imagined her sexually free and happy, fucking who she wanted, when she wanted, and happily relaying the stories to him to their mutual delight.
Joe thought that Anna might indulge him as she once encouraged him to jack off in front of her while she smoked. Joe had become turned on during an evening spent together while parked on the curb in front of his parent's house. It had been a year-and-a-half since Anna last fucked Joe and she wasn't about to on that night either. She loved Joe though and knew that he was harmless. She smoked in his face and Joe came. Joe enjoyed himself, but without Anna actively participating other than just blowing smoke, the experience was ultimately lacking. "Why couldn't she at least tell me to stroke my cock? Tell me that she wanted to see me cum? Tell me that my cock belonged to her and she wanted me to jerk it off?" Joe wondered afterward. "Why didn't she lean forward blow smoke straight in my face, kiss me and tell me that she wanted to see me cum?" Joe considered that this kind of activity was different than Anna's usual sexual participation. Although, Anna liked to be in control, Joe thought that perhaps she did not understand quite how to take control in this circumstance. Joe also had to consider that Anna did not like this kind of interaction. She didn't bat an eye when Joe jerked-off in front of her, so Joe excluded the notion that she was repulsed by the whole scene. Joe let himself believe there was hope for more, but was running out of ideas for how he could get Anna to find it as enjoyable as he did. That was the key. What would make this an enjoyable experience for Anna?
Joe hit on an idea. He would happily give all control to Anna. The next time they hung out, he would show her exactly how much control she had. His plan would just have to work!
That coming Monday, Anna had a traffic court appearance in the town Joe lived in. The plan was for her to spend the night on Sunday so that she would have a 5 minute drive to court, instead of an hour drive. Joe had a plan. The night started out typically with a run to 7/11 for ice to put on the beers that Joe always had in his car, then to Taco Bell for some food. They were now prepared for an evening spent eating, drinking beer, listening to music, talking, and for Joe, watching beautiful Anna smoke.
As soon as they were done with their food, Anna pulled out her pack of cigarettes and put one to her red painted lips. She lit the cork-filtered cigarette and inhaled and blew the smoke out through pursed lips. Joe began to squirm in the driver's seat. This was not uncommon as Anna was used to Joe having to adjust his hard on when she smoked. This time was a little bit different as Joe appeared to be in a bit more discomfort.
"Are you OK?" Anna asked incredulously as Joe seemed to be overdoing it a little.
"Not really." Joe replied.
"What's going on?" Anna pressed as Joe tugged at his pants. No prominent bulge was visible.
"Can I show you something? I think you'll like it." Joe asked with a furtive smile and began to unzip his pants before Anna could respond.
"Um, I've seen it a million ti...What the hell is that!?" Anna exclaimed.
"It's a cock restraint." Joe revealed a plastic device ringing the length of his cock and clamped under his balls. "If I get a hard on, it hurts. Well, I can't really even get a hard on."
"What the fuck?!" Anna exclaimed as Joe produce a small key and placed it in her hands.
"My cock is yours. It is entirely under your control." Joe explained with complete sincerity. "I'm still getting used to it and, as you known, watching you smoke frequently gets things moving down there. I guess I will have to suffer." Joe said with a smile.
Anna was not ready for Joe's surprise and for a moment sat stunned not knowing what to say. Then something clicked for her and for a moment she wanted to see just how serious Joe was about this.
"Damn right, you'll suffer!" Anna said and threw the key into the abyss that is her purse. She then turned and faced Joe. "I bet you want to kiss me." She said with an evil smile.
Anna leaned toward Joe. Joe couldn't resist as it appeared his plan was working. He followed her lead and leaned in for a kiss. But before their lips met, Anna put her freshly lit cork-filtered Marlboro 27, 100 in her mouth and took a deep drag. Then she exhaled straight into Joe's face and kissed him passionately knowing that this would cause an immediate tenting of his pants under normal circumstances. Joe groaned in painful ecstasy. Anna laughed heartily. And flicked his caged penis.
"You like that?" Anna asked.
