Carefully, but she's no real threat. (image)

Osman automatically tried to wipe off the Scotch dribbling down his chin, almost wrenching his shoulder as he pulled against his restraints.

“Babe, please tell me that was just Viagra you stuffed down my throat.”

Danielle smiled like an airhead. “Okay. It was Viagra.” Then a giggling fit overtook her.

“Was it really?” he asked, less than reassured.

“Hell no! Viagra wears off after a couple hours. I gave you a little thing called ‘The Weekender!’”

“Aw, hell!” he said, “it’s already Sunday! What am I supposed to do at work tomorrow!”

Danielle worked her way back down Osman’s body and sat next to his legs. She gripped his spent penis and said, “Relax. It helps you stay hard, but it won’t make you hard. So unless there’s something at the office to get you horny, you’ll be fine. By the way, I’ve decided not to wear bras to work anymore.” Her hand blurred up and down, working his limp cock hard.

Osman laughed. She might be a slut, she might even be a crazy slut, but she was a hell of a lot of fun. By the time he finished laughing her skillful hand had his cock hard.

The half-Asian slut grabbed the bottle of liquor and took another swig. “God, I really shouldn’t drink so early in the morning, that’s like admitting you’re an alcoholic. But there’s no better way to beat a hangover!.” She leaned over the edge of the bed and set the bottle on the floor. Then she turned to her captive and gave him a true party girl smile. “Pull yourself up, I want to sit on your lap!”

Osman pulled on the cloth straps tying his arms to the bedposts. He managed to drag himself up into a sitting position leaning back against the headboard.

Danielle leaned forward and kissed him. Then she straddled his cock and lowered her pussy onto it, keeping herself raised up above him. She grabbed the headboard with one hand and his head with the other, then pulled him forward into her chest.

Osman licked her left tit, loving the taste of her sweat. He desperately wanted to reach around and grab her ass. Being held back by the restraints turned him on so much it surprised him. Unable to do anything else, he moved his head to her right nipple and sucked it into his mouth.

“Yeah!” screamed Danielle with a huge smile. “Suck on that tit! Crap, that feels good!” She bounced up and down on his cock while he sucked, both of them loving the twin sensations.

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Danielle fucked Osman relentlessly. Before long she started moving too fast for him to keep her tit in his mouth, so Osman just let it drop and enjoyed the ride. Finally Danielle arched her back in orgasm and squealed, then relaxed and laid down with her head on his chest.

“Did you cum?” she asked.

“No way, I already came a little while ago. That stuff you gave me keeps me hard, but I can’t cum every time.”

“Aww, poor baby.” The raven haired girl lightly ran a fingernail lightly up his chest. “Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

“Yeah!” said Osman with a laugh. “Let me out of these straps!”

“No way! You might try to escape!”

Osman grinned. “I’m not leaving! It’s my apartment!”

“Yeah, but you could still kick me out. And I’m having so much fun with you tied up. You’d have to offer me something else to make the risk worth it. Something like…”