Courtney's a Bitch
My ex-girlfriend and I were into some kinky shit. It often involved making each others fantasies come true
A couple of examples would be the time we joined the mile high club and the time we did it in the rain.
An example of fantasies we had not yet done was, for me, a MFM threesome, and for her, a FFF threesome.
She was tiny and cute but passionate with a hot Italian temper. One day she was mad at me because I was ignoring her too much in favor of work. As if working to earn money for her was a bad thing.
In addition to being high strung she was also quite impulsive and self destructive. At times I got fed up with her antics and drug abuse, and thought of leaving her. But the sex was so good it was always easier to stick around for just a little bit longer.
Her name was Courtney, and coincidentally, she looked like a prettier Courtney Love. She was a little thinner but she wore her hair and make-up the same way. I think she was emulating the instability.
Well, later that day my boss called to ask me a question about the very report I was writing. As luck would have it, or not, he called right when I went to get postage to mail the report, when it was done.
Courtney answered. Instead of telling him what I was doing she said I went to go get ink for the work printer. When he was confused about me having a work computer at home she told him that I'd brought it home a couple years ago. Naturally he assumed I stole it even though no such printer existed. As you can see she was clever in her games.
We argued all that week. Sometimes it seems like arguing is her natural state and all the other ways people communicate are foreign to her. She NEVER learned from arguing either.
After flying into corporate I was able to straighten it out. It definitely helped that inventory showed no printers to be missing. But I lost days of work and it took a week to fix it.
I'm not normally one for revenge but what she did was pretty big and she needed to be taught a lesson. What I planned didn't include anything she wouldn't do voluntarily some other time. She just wasn't going to have any choice about the details this time.
I decided to tie her up and leave her for a group of guys to have their way with her. Sex with multiple guys was one of my fantasies she'd made come true a few years ago. The guys were also going to be her ex's just to make sure she wouldn't love it. I'm sure she would love the sex. But she would be pissed that they would love it too. I guessed there was a high chance she would storm out and I'd never see her again.
When she had forgotten about the printer fiasco, I set it in motion. I had already contacted four guys she had dumped and they were a thousand percent on board, and that was before they knew it meant screwing her. Afterwards, they were ten thousand times on board.
I told Courtney I was going to make her tie-up fantasy come true that weekend. She said she couldn't wait. In fact, in the days ramping up to the weekend she couldn't keep her hands (or lips) off of me.
The guys were due to come over around four o'clock the Friday of a long weekend. Working backwards, I could tie her up at three, have sex with her, then go to the store at 3:45 to get some whip cream for 'round two'. While I was gone she would be helpless to stop the guys, some of whom she hated.
In preparation I had some lengths of rope on a chair in the bedroom, a blindfold, an empty can of spray whipping cream in the fridge, and an old wig of hers. The wig was because, when she knew these guys she used to have black hair (the wig was black too) but now she dyed it blonde.
At lunch she started getting really randy and wanted to start right away. By 1:00 she was crawling all over me, begging me to start then. I was starting to get worried I wouldn't be able to fend her off.
I told her I had one little work project but I would be ready at 1:30. I promised we would start then. It just meant she would be tied up a bit longer than I expected.
I came up at 1:35 with doubts about leaving her tied from then all the way until four. That would be too much time for her to stew and destabilize. Much better to keep the action moving.
I offered her a backrub but she's never really been into them. I did get her to agree to lie down on her tummy first so I could tease her naughty bits before tying her.
I spent a good fifteen minutes dimming the lights and lighting candles. It took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the darkness but when they did I beheld her hard body waiting for my touch.
I placed a pillow on the bed so her delicious booty would be propped up high in the air. After fingering her puss, to really warm her up, I thought I might just rim her a bit. We both loved that.
And she did! She was totally amped and ready by 2:15 and I had run out of ways to stall. When she suggested we switch places, so she could play with my balls and rim me, I knew it was a perfect diversion. Being face down she wouldn't be tempted to ride my cock and end our session before it could even begin.
She kissed my buns and thighs for about five minutes: like foreplay for the rimjob. She only stopped for a moment, when she pulled her lips out of my asscrack to tell me how much she was looking forward to being tied up. She said she loved the helpless feeling, fighting against the ropes, and the thought that I might do anything to her while she was tied.
I moaned from the tonguing, causing her to say, "Oh, you like the idea too. I thought it was just me. How about I start your rim-job with you tied up, then we'll do me?"
I looked at the clock, only 2:20, "OK Court, tie me up, then we'll switch." Courtney knew her way around a knot like a boy scout knew... well, not at all like a boy scout. At 26 she still wore gym shoes with velcro.
We were going to continue the rimming so I stayed just like I was: ass up, spread eagle. I watched amused while she did her best to tie each limb. When she was done each arm and leg was pulled taut but I could tell if I pulled a bit the knots would unravel.
She knelt between my legs massaging my balls from behind. It's my favorite way to have them touched. She tugged and pulled on them. She bent down low, sticking her head back there so she could lick them. Then she decided impulsively, they should be tied too.
She looped a thin rope around my nuts, coiling it a few times, but then couldn't figure out what to do with the rope ends. She tugged them a few times, first backwards then side to side. It felt both awesome but also verged on painful when she accidentally yanked a little too hard.
In the end she decided she needed to tie the rope ends off somewhere. They wouldn't reach the bed legs, or the doorknob or anywhere so she ended up tying them to my neck. Now there was a tight line running under my chest from my neck to my balls. The result was that my penis and balls were tucked firmy below my stomach.
The way I was tied,it kept all the blood flow trapped in my dick. I couldn't not have a throbbing erection if I tried.
