Ignore the voice and listen to Amara.

You know you’re at your limit, and you look at your shot glass suspiciously. You brush back your hair and swallow. Your throat has suddenly got dry. Amara pokes you with the toes of her shoes. “Just one more, Warren.”

You smack your lips, and the voice in your head rings out, but you shake your head and decide just to do it. You nearly drop the glass when you put it on the counter. Your vision has gone gray around the corners, and you lean forward. That last drink tasted odd, and Amara’s voice sounded different when she spoke.

“How’d that one taste?” She grabs your shoulders and looks into your eyes. The brown of her eyes is so vibrant that they look almost red. She smiles devilishly and nods mockingly. “How do you feel? You look weird.”

You know, if you speak, everything will come out in sputters. So you control your breathing and close your eyes. “I’m a fucking amateur…” you mumble under your stinky breath, causing Amara to giggle, and this time it doesn’t sound ****.

“It’s fine,” Amara carefully guides you off the stool and lets you use her for balance. “Let’s get you down somewhere in the meantime.”

Even though you don’t want to, you lean against Amara, trying your best not to stumble or fall. You’re surprised Amara is helping you; you figured she would leave you to your own drunken witts at the counter and walk back to the house.

A weird laugh escapes your mouth. “Thank you so much, Amara.”

She laughs, too, unlocking a door. “You’re welcome, Warren. Get in here before you throat up all the place.

Amara pushes you into the bed, and it creaks as you bounce. The world spins, and you find this humorous, so you start giggling like a small child on a trampoline. Amara watches you, looking a little amused with your behavior. “You’re an odd cat.”

“Meow,” you laugh, becoming a starfish on the bed. You know this isn’t right, and you try to act better, but you find it impossible to do that.

“Yes,” Amara grabs your leg and lays it firmly against the bedpost. “Meow.”

Everything fades out. You are only barely aware that she’s tying your limbs down to the bedposts. You roll your head around, singing a song you’ve made up. Amara’s knots make sure you are strapped down.

You struggle only briefly when you see her pulling out a knife, but your mind is too numb to fight now. You slowly drift to darkness as you watch Amara cut away at your clothes before stripping out her own. She’s nothing but a blurry figure by the time you are finally able to fall into a deep sleep...

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...

Only God knows how long you were ****. By the time you wake up, everything is still foggy, and your head is throbbing. You try moving your limbs, but remember Amara tied you down. Even with your senses dull, you can still feel the bonds on your hands and feet. Finally, your vision starts to return, but all you can see are the outlines of chairs and tables and something bouncing on top of you.

There’s steady breathing, and you don’t have to figure out whether or not it’s you because it’s too pitched for it to be male. Between the breathing are also squeals are the springs being pressured. Beneath the springs are sounds of feminine grunts and moans. You take a deep breath through your nose as you roll your head around. You feel your legs straddling you and some weight pressing down on you. Your cock is engulfed by something hot, wet, and tight too.

In a short amount of time, you start clearing the fog from your vision. For the first time, you can see everything in the room clearly, including Amara on top of you. The bed you are tied to squeaks in response to the relentless bouncing. Her almond cheeks are paled over with pink. Her mouth is left somewhat agape as she fights the urge to let out a moan. Your head clears more when you see it above you. You glance down, her pussy sloppy with juices from you and yourself.

Under different circumstances, seeing this would have been something else, you try to jerk at the bonds instead. However, you’re far too weak to do anything else other than letting her continue to fuck you.

With your senses now no longer numb, you steadily become aware of her pussy’s grip on your cock. She rides with pleasure, going at her own pace, slamming on top of you like a toy for a woman’s pleasure. It’s a hopeless fight for you, so you lay on your back, twitching inside her well-used vagina. You moan slightly and squirm under her.

Amara’s eyes are only partially open; she looks at you through the slits of her eyelids. “Ooh~,” she purrs, not slowing down. “ Fuck, I didn’t think you were going to be waking up so soon!”

She shivers as you thrust up in an attempt to get out. Finally, she lets out an exasperated gasp, falling forward slightly. “You– you don’t want to know how many times I’ve– had you orgasm inside of me, and for long too~!!”

You try moving, but it does more to pleasure, Amara, than get you out. Despite this being so wrong, everything feels incredible as your mind spirals out of the bliss it was subconsciously in. You’ve never woken up to anything so exotic.

Amara has been milking your cock for so long that whenever she talks to you, it seems like she’s a little drunk off it. It’s constant and sometimes even incoherent. Between the loud slapping your bodies make, it’s hard to focus on what she’s saying to you. Her grinding is rough, and it still manages to squeeze whatever is left inside your balls into her snatch.

Whatever state you are in, she’s much more controlled. Even in her bubbly-fucked-senseless mind, her motor skills aren’t sluggish or wobbly. As she watches you struggle, she manages a giggle. She stares directly into your eyes, ceasing all kinds of movement. You twitch, and you realize you’re close to (another) orgasm… At least for this one, you’ll be conscious for it. Amara plants a warm kiss on your forehead and lets out all of her breath on your face.

“I know you’re close~! I know your cock well enough to now to know you always twitch like that when you’re close.” She rolls her hips, making blissful faces at you while you gasp. You wonder how many times you’ve filled her up and how much cum has spilled out of her since you were last awake.

That doesn’t matter to you, however. Instead, you listen to Amara grunt as she lifts and drops herself on top of you. She’s hovering above her, the short dark hair swaying with every bounce she does– forcing another orgasm out of you.

You wiggle your hips into yer. Amara pushes you off to get a better look at you as you attempt to move beneath her. Her sloppy wet slit grinds against you as she holds her breasts. The lust in her eyes is animalistic and crude, but it’s truly unique to her. You couldn’t imagine anyone else above you with that same expression. You were being used, and she was enjoying it.

As weird as it might have seemed, you were slightly turned on by it. This sudden realization made your brain tick, and with that tick came the trigger for you to dump a… not-amazing amount of sperm to shoot inside of Amara. You feel your gush, the pleasure is short-lived, and you’re soon returning to your dizzy state of post-climax.

“That’s a good boy,” Amara coos at you. “Since you used my girls like whores, I figured I’d treat you like a boy toy.” She swallows and cranes her neck. “You look tired, baby. Does that face mean you’re going to black out soon?”

Amara climbs off of you. Your dick slips out of her quickly. You forget it wasn’t her holding you down, so you try to move your limbs again. You groan and droop your head back down the sweaty pillow behind you. Amara giggles, coming into view suddenly. “Close your eyes and go to sleep again. I promise to get you untied.”

All you can manage is a small groan. Your mind is too fuzzy to come up with any coherent sentences, but that doesn’t stop Amara from saying more. “Just remember how easily I got you to be in this position. Don’t forget that, OK?”