Thong Girls
Chapter 13 — Squeezing the Information Out
I think Melissa liked having a guy handcuffed to her bed. She must have. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have had the handcuffs there and all ready to go, unless the handcuffs were usually used on her.
“I’ve got to go work soon,” she told me, “so I suppose I should thank you. My pussy’s already going to be hot by the time I get there.”
I had the feeling that she didn’t really need me for that. I wondered if Melissa Gruff’s pussy ever really cooled down.
You don’t know just how bored you can be until you find yourself handcuffed to someone else’s bed without a damned thing to do.
I suppose I shouldn’t say I didn’t have anything to do. There were some obvious things that I could do. I could try thrashing around. I could try making some noise although with a gag in my mouth that wasn’t likely to happen. I thought maybe if I thrashed around hard enough, maybe it would make the bed bounce.
If it did, it was to no avail because in the end, all I ended up doing was wearing myself out.
After that didn’t work, I went to work on handcuffs. I thought maybe if they weren’t too tight, I thought maybe I could slide my hands free, or maybe I could pull myself free from the headboard. Turns out the headboard was solid and the cuffs were tight and all I ended up doing was making my wrists hurt.
There comes a point where you realize you really are stuck but the mind doesn’t want to believe it, or at least mine didn’t. I’d come to the realization that I was stuck and I’d stop struggling and then I’d get pissed off. I couldn’t be stuck, I’d tell myself and then I’d thrash about until I gave up and I’d settle down again.
As time wore on, I began to accept the fact that I might really be stuck and that I might have to wait for Melissa Gruff to get myself free but even as I began to accept it, a whole new urgency presented itself to me. I had to go to the bathroom.
I had to get loose, I told myself. I couldn’t just wait around but just because I told myself that didn’t make it any easier to get myself free.
I thrashed and I kicked but all that seemed to do was to make me need to go even more. In the end, I was forced to try and stay as still as I could and try not to move at all.
I was so close to losing control by the time I heard the front door of the apartment open. I wanted to call out but of course, the gag prevented me from doing that so in the end, all I could do was lie there and wait and hope that Melissa got there in time.
What was taking her so long, I remember thinking and then she was there. She had a soda in her hand as she stood in the doorway and as she looked down at me. “So,” she said with a grin, “how’s my little Paulie today?”
I just shook my hands but I didn’t want to move too much.
She grinned even more. “What’s that?” she asked. “Cat got your tongue?”
I just glared at her. She knew damn well I couldn’t say anything with the gag in my mouth.
She jumped on the bed and she straddled my legs and I couldn’t help but feel my eyes go wide. As close as I was, I was surprised I didn’t let go right then and there.
I felt her wrap her hand around my cock. “So what about it, Paulie,” she cooed. “Are you ready to tell me what I want to know?”
Truthfully, I don’t know how I managed to hold it in but I think Melissa finally sensed my predicament. “What’s wrong, baby?” she cooed. “Are you telling me you have to go to the bathroom?”
I nodded desperately, relieved that she finally got it.
“If I help you out, are you going to tell me what I want to know?”
I nodded desperately.
“Okay, Paul. I’ll help you out.”
I had visions of going to the bathroom and then making a dash for the door. Even if for some reason I couldn’t make it out, I told myself, there was no way I was going to let Melissa tie me up again.
I should have known that Melissa wasn’t going to be that stupid.
She left the room and for a moment, I thought she meant to leave me there. I struggled on the bed to get her attention but I don’t know if it worked or not. What I do know is she didn’t turn around and just that much movement brought me even closer to letting go.
Melissa returned moments later with a big stack of towels and a large bowl of water. What do you think you’re going to do with those, I wanted to ask.
She grinned at me. “You didn’t think I was just going to let you go, did I?”
I shook my head.
“Don’t lie to me, Paul. I know that was what you were thinking.”
Okay, I wasn’t going to lie to her, but I wasn’t going to admit the truth either.
I was getting worried as she slid a couple of towels under me. What the hell was she going to do?
Once more, she was straddling my legs. “Now let’s see if we can’t help you out with your little problem.”
The wash cloth was warm and wet as she wrapped it around my penis and almost as soon as she did, I just couldn’t help myself. I had to let go.
“Oh yeah,” she purred. “That’s it. Just let it all out.”
I couldn’t help it. I was pissing into her washcloth.
“That’s it,” she cooed. “Get it all out of there.”
Once it had started, there was no way it was going to stop. I let it all out just like she wanted me to and there was something else that was happening, too. With that warm, wet wash cloth rubbed around my penis, I was starting to get hard again.
“All done?” she asked.
I nodded.
“Good.” She picked up another washcloth which she dipped in the water. “Now, how about we get you cleaned up.”
The washcloth and the warm water just felt so good as she stroked me between my legs, stroked my cock and my balls and yeah, there was no doubt about it. I was definitely getting hard.
“It looks like you need something else now,” Melissa said.
I still couldn’t talk so really, it didn’t matter but I wasn’t going to admit it anyway.
I think Melissa sensed my reticence and I think she just didn’t care. In fact, if you asked me, I think she kind of enjoyed being where she was and having me where I was.
“Do you want me to take the gag off?” she asked.
“I nodded.
“Do you promise not to yell if I do?”
I actually thought about that. I mean, was I going to yell. Hell yeah, if I thought it was going to do any good, but I had to make sure it was going to do some good. I nodded.
“You know I don’t believe you,” she said.
I tried to act as if I didn’t know what she was talking about.
“I know you’re going to try to yell,” she told me, “and I’m going to be ready when you do. I just wanted to hear you talk to me.” She took the gag away. “How’s that?” she asked.
My mouth was dry so I couldn’t talk.
“Hold on,” she said.
Hold on, I thought. Hold on! Where the hell was I going to go. I had little choice but to hold on.
She was back moments later with a glass of water. She still wasn’t going to let me up so she tried to get me to drink while I was lying down and she laughed as water dribbled down off my face. “How’s that?” she asked again.
“Better.”
“Good.”
“Why are you doing this to me?”
“I told you. I want to know what you know.”
“And you think this is going to make you tell you,” I shot back at her. “If that’s what you think, you’ve got a lot to learn.”
“I don’t know,” she said. “Maybe I’ll surprise you.”
“Yeah right.”
She climbed up on the bed and she wrapped her fingers around my cock. “Maybe I will surprise you,” she said again. “Do you know what I’m going to do?”
I shook my head.
“I’m going to get you hard,” she said.
That hardly sounded like anything bad to me.
“I’m going to get you hard and then I’m going to make you cum.”
Again, it still didn’t sound all that bad except that I didn’t want to be tied up when she was doing it.
“I’m going to make you cum and then I’m going to get you hard all over again.”
That still didn’t sound all that bad to me.
“I’ll bet that still doesn’t sound all that bad to you.”
In spite of myself, I nodded.
“The only thing is we’re going to keep doing it over and over again. The first few times, it’s going to feel good, but the longer we go, the less good it’s going to feel.”
I still didn’t get her point.
“Before long, you’re going to want me to stop but I’m not going to stop and the more I do it, the worse it’s going to get. You’re going to need me to stop but I won’t stop.”
I was finally starting to get it.
“I’m going to keep doing it until your cock starts to hurt and I’m going to keep right on doing it until you tell me what I want to know.”
I tugged against my restraints to show her I wasn’t worried even though I was. “Come on, Melissa. You don’t want to do this.”
“Don’t tell me what I want to do.”
I pulled against my restraints just to show her that I wasn’t scared. “You’re not going to get away with this,” I told her.
“Oh really, and what is it exactly that I’m not getting away with. The way I see it, there are plenty of guys that would love having a girl pull on their cocks for them.”
Well, I had to admit it. She had a point there, but still ...
I pulled on my restraints yet again. She had a point, but I didn’t want to cum like this.
She came up beside me on the bed and the two of us watched her hand as it stroked my cock. “Oh, I don’t know,” she cooed. “I think there’s probably plenty of guys who wouldn’t mind being tied up if it meant they’d get their cocks fucked.”
I wasn’t sure just how many plenty was supposed to be but then again, I had to admit, she had a point. Plenty certainly wasn’t none and it was probably a whole lot larger than one.
“Should we begin?” Melissa asked.
“Come on, Melissa. Don’t do this to me.”
“I think we’ll take that as a yes,” she said. She reached for the bottle of lotion and she lathered up her hands. “Come on. Let’s do it, shall we.”
As much as I kept telling her no, there was a part of me that I knew couldn’t wait to begin. She climbed up onto the bed and then she straddled my legs and as much as I’d been expecting it to happen, I still couldn’t help but gasp as she closed her hand around my cock.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“No,” I lied.
“Well, if it’s not feeling good, let’s see what we can do about making it feel better.”
The girl’s hand held me by the base even as her other hand stroked me up and down, and up and down. It felt good as her lotion-oiled hand worked my cock harder and harder.
“How’s that feel?” Melissa asked. “Does it feel good?”
No, I wanted to groan. I wanted to tell her no, but I just couldn’t bring myself to say it.
“Oh, I can see someone likes it.”
I couldn’t help but groan as she continued to stroke my cock.
“I’ll bet someone wants to cum for me, doesn’t he?”
I couldn’t, I told myself. I couldn’t give in to what she wanted.
“I know you’re going to do it,” the girl said. “I know you want to do it. I know you want to cum. I know you want to cum all ... over my hand.”
The way she said that, I almost came right then and there.
“I know you want to do it. You want to show me what a man you are. You want to cum all over my hand.”
I couldn’t.
“Come on. Do it. Show me what a man you are. Come on. Come all over my hand.”
I couldn’t help it. I groaned as my cock started to cum and cum and cum.
“That was fun,” she said. “Should we do it again?”
I shook my head but I knew Melissa wasn’t listening to me.
She squirted some more lotion onto her hands and then once more, she took hold of my cock. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s get you hard again. I know you can do it.”
My treacherous cock didn’t seem to care that it was literally playing right into Melissa’s hands because I could feel it begin to stiffen again.
“That’s it,” Melissa told me. “Let’s get you all nice and hard again.”
I couldn’t help but groan. That was exactly what I was afraid of.
My cock was staggering just a little. After all, I’d just cum moments before and my cock wasn’t used to that kind of workout. Of course, it was just like Melissa said. She wasn’t going to let up on me. She knew it and I knew it.
Melissa seemed to know exactly what to do because it wasn’t long before she had my cock cumming again.
“Mmmm,” she purred. “That was fun. Are you going to tell me what I want to know?”
“Go fuck yourself.”
Melissa just smiled at my bravado. “That’s the wrong answer,” she said. “So what do you say? Should we try it again.”
I shook my head.
“Let’s try it again,” Melissa said as she reached for even more lotion.
Again, I shook my head.
Again, Melissa wasn’t listening.
I couldn’t help but groan as Melissa’s hand took hold of my cock. My cock was tired and it wasn’t as quick to respond as it had been before but Melissa wasn’t about to take no for an answer and it wasn’t long before my treacherous cock was giving in to what she wanted.
“You realize, of course, I can keep doing this all night long.”
Yeah, I thought that was exactly what worried me. Her hand continued to stroke me and once more I could feel my cock starting to respond.
“Are you going to cum for me?” she asked.
I couldn’t help but groan. I knew what the answer was and I’m sure she knew, too. I was sure she was asking me because she just wanted to tease me.
Her hand was stroking me faster and harder. I was glad she’d oiled herself up. If she hadn’t, well, let’s just say my dick wouldn’t have liked that, but the fact that she had meant she could keep on going all night long.
It wasn’t like I wanted her to win but I just couldn’t help it. My cock hurt as she coaxed my cum out of it.
“Look at you,” she told me. “Look at you. You’re coming again.”
I already knew it.
“Should we do it again?” she asked.
I shook my head.
She wasn’t listening to me. “Let’s do it again,” she said.
I couldn’t help but groan as her hand once more seized my cock and again she was stroking me. Every part of my body was hurting down there. My cock, my skin, my balls, everything. It was at that moment that I realized I would have told her what she wanted to know but she hadn’t even bothered to ask, and somehow, that was even scarier. She really could do whatever she wanted.
It was taking her more time and effort to coax anything out of his cock. My balls were empty and drained but that wasn’t going to stop her from doing what she was doing.
Didn’t she ever get tired, I wondered.
Apparently not, because she kept right on going.
Oh fuck, I told myself. Oh fuck. This was killing me. This was killing me but she wasn’t stopping.
“Come on,” she told me. “Cum for me.”
No, I wanted to say. No, I won’t. I can’t. Now leave me alone.
Of course, I couldn’t say it so she kept right on stroking my cock.
She was stroking me raw in the very place I was most vulnerable. She’d emptied my body of everything it had to give and yet she seemed to care not one whit about that. All she seemed to care about was making me cum again.
“Are you going to cum for me?” she asked.
I shook my head no.
I guess she thought that was just funny because she just laughed at me. “No?” she asked. “Is that what you think? No? It seems you haven’t been paying attention.”
I couldn’t help but groan. My balls were empty. I had nothing more to give and yet, it seemed as if Melissa was determined to keep on getting something.
She got something. I wasn’t sure if it was what she wanted to get, but it was all my body had to give.
“Should we do it again?” she asked.
I shook my head no.
“I don’t know,” she said. “I think we should do it again.”
I shook my head even harder. I didn’t get it that she was teasing me, or maybe in a way, maybe I did, but either way, I had to let her know I didn’t want her to do it again.
“Are you going to tell me what I want to know?” she asked.
I couldn’t help myself. In spite of the fact that I didn’t want her to do it again, I didn’t want to tell her what I knew either, so I hesitated.
“Maybe we should do it again?”
Again, I shook my head.
“Are you going to tell me what I want to know?”
Again, I hesitated, but it was only for a moment. I’ll admit it. She’d done what she set out to do. She’d broken me. I nodded my assent.
I did it. I told her everything. I didn’t want to and I felt like a heel for doing it but even with the lotion, she’d rubbed me raw and my balls were aching. I didn’t want her to do it again, so I told her what I knew.
“All right, hon,” she said when I was done. “All right. You can rest but we’ll be talking again real soon.”
That was exactly what I was afraid of and now that she’d broken me, I was worried just what the heck she was going to do to me next.