Damn!

You realize you had forgotten something the second you read the name.

Poor Matt has already seen you fuck Sarah once tonight.

Seeing his crush come back for seconds tonight? Seconds of his better endowed friend?

He's about to feel like you did seeing Tom with Miranda. Probably worse, since you are his closest friend in the world.

Think! Think! Think! There has to be some way you can talk your way out of this!

You announce the name. You instinctively look at Matt. The look on his face reminds you of when his dog died. No, if you are honest with yourself, it looks like this is the new worse day of life.

If Miranda cares, you can't tell by the look on her face. Terrific.

Is that jealousy on Nicole's face? Does your best friend want to handcuff you and...do things to you? That's awkward. You then see her move to comfort Matt. Maybe you can go tonight without seeing him cry.

And Sarah? She smiles like the cat that talked the canary into taking a leisurely stroll in her mouth. She then starts strutting towards you, the handcuffs in her hand.

"You know, Sarah, I've gotten rave reviews on my cuddling technique. You can be the big spoon if you want, I'm flexible," you say weakly.

"Take off your shirt. Or don't. Tearing it off you would be fun!"

You take your shirt off, and throw it over your pants.

"Over there! By the table," she points.

Yeah, she doesn't seem to trust your cooperation. That's a good sized table, handcuffed to that you won't be getting away without the key or gamma ray bombardment.

You reluctantly lie down on the floor next to the table, Sarah kneels over you and locks you into place.

Smiling down on you, she trails her fingernail down your chest, trailing down, down, down, over your stomach, stopping juuust short.

"Miranda, sweetie, grab my bag for me, would you? I'm going to be busy over here."

She then kicks her shoes off, and then starts moving as if to music in her head.

Slowly lifting her shirt, drawing your eyes to her stomach, and then higher as her bra clad breasts are revealed to you.

Still swaying to the nonexistant music, her hands cup her generous breasts through her bra, her hands move ever so gently down her tummy, trailing down to her pants. Her hips sway as she opens her zipper and tantalizingly shimmying out of her pants.

Getting down on her hands and knees, she crawls towards you until her lips are close enough to kiss, her silken breasts rubbing against your chest as she moves her head, her tongue darting out to lick your neck.

She whispers in your ear "You are just too cute tied up and helpless. Perhaps I should keep you in a cage in my basement, letting you out to fuck me raw and giving you walks on a little leash like a puppy dog."

What's with her sudden fixation on you tonight? She's got Mister Dildo himself, Tom, to pleasure her when she doesn't feel like finding someone else.

Is she finally getting tired of his bullshit? His "relationships" usually expire before fresh milk does.

Is that why he was such a troll tonight? Was he trying to convince Sarah I wasn't worth her time? Was he trying to get you to leave? Or was he just jealous that you are being considered to replace him?

And can you get Matt the job of being Sarah's fuckbuddy? He'd like that. Like that a lot, even if he'd like all of her, mind, body, and soul.

Her hands reach behind her back, and her bra joins the rest of her clothes on the floor.

She lowers her breasts against your face, brushing them against your face, her erect nipple dancing against your lips as if begging to be kissed, to be licked, and nibbled, but teasingly she lowers her body against you, her large breasts trailing down your chest, your stomach, until she gets to your cock.

Draping her tits around your cock, you marvel at the feel of her softness enveloping you.

You try to fight this for Matt, you think about baseball. Old people. Old people playing baseball.

Your penis doesn't care. You feel like you could drill through concrete with your cock.

You look at your friends. Matt looks horrified and aroused, like he's a gawker at an erotic trainwreck.

Nicole looks at you wide eyed, shifting in her seat like she can't get comfortable.

With a kiss on the top of your cock, she removes her tits from your cock, ending the heavenly sensation.

She then moves to straddle you, her panties the only thing between you and her womanhood. She then slides forward, your penis straining against her moist panties.

She then starts rubbing against you, the silk rubbing against you up and down, up and down.

And then with a rip she is naked, her hand pressing you against her lips.

Her hips continue to work their magic, her lips enveloping your length.

You see Nicole, her hips are bucking in time to Sarah, biting her hand to stop herself from making noise, Matt so engrossed in the spectacle before him that he's completely oblivious.

And with a scream, Sarah cums against you, Nicole's body shudders, her eyes squeeze shut, as you ache for release.

You don't care anymore, you need to cum! Why won't she let you cum?!?

She rises off of you, looking down at you with a knowing look in her eyes.

"For being such a good boy, no toys, this time."

This time? THIS TIME? THIS TIME!

And then she falls to her knees in front of you. She wraps her hands around your cock, getting into a glorious rhythm as she lowers her head and takes one of your balls into her mouth, massaging you with her tongue.

You strain against your bonds, the desk moves not one whit.

You think you hear a pop as she stops playing with your ball, and raises her head, her tongue traveling up your penis, until she gets up to your swollen head.

Looking you in the eye, she kisses the swollen head, and then lunges her head, swallowing you like a snake.

Her throat squeezes you, her saliva coating you as she bobs her head up and down again and again.

"And time!" Miranda calls out. She was keeping time?

And with one final bob down, she finally squeezes your orgasm out of you.

She drinks down every drop.

She then leads forward to release you from your bonds.

Struggling to stand up, you point your finger at Sarah "Evil! Evil!"

She laughs at you "You loved every minute of it."

"Not the point!"

You make your way to your seat, you definitely need to finish your beer.

You look at your friends. Matt looks like he can't decide if he should be eternally grateful for the erotic scene forever etched into his memory, or literally homicidal that he wasn't one of the participants. Nicole won't even look at you.