Frat Party

"You make a good woman," she said.

"God, let me fuck you."

She giggled. "Not just yet. First I have to suck you."

"God, you're driving me crazy."

I reached for her, she danced away.

"Just one more thing," she said.

"Anything."

"Good. Come here."

She led me back to the bathroom, but she stopped at the open door, and she pointed to the top of the the door frame. Fixed into the frame, one on either side, were a pair of velvet-covered handcuffs.

"No way," I said.

But she surprised me. She came forward and pressed her against my cock through the fabric of the dress. She rubbed it up and down. I moaned.

"Please?" She whispered into my ear.

Out of my mind, I raised one hand up to the cuffs. I waited for her hand to come off my cock and cuff me there, but it didn't. She just kept rubbing my rock hard shaft.

"Do it yourself," she said.

I reached over with my left hand, looked up. I got dizzy for a second, light headed, and thought I would fall over. I had never been so turned on in my life. I placed my right wrist into the cuff, and with my left hand, I trapped myself. The cuff clicked into place.

"Good."

She was still rubbing my cock through the dress. I could feel the fabric getting wet with my precum.

"Now the other one."

I reached my left hand up to the left cuff. I couldn't believe I was doing this.

She stopped rubbing me then, and reached over. She had a little trouble with the cuff, and I was thinking, now's your chance, but I didn't move. I let her do it. Click!

She leaned into my ear and whispered, her breath hot: "You're such a pussy."

My eyes grew wide in shock.

"What?" I said.

But she didn't answer. She had walked behind me. Then I heard her say:

"All done, honey!"

And a deep man's voice said: "You did good, girl."

"I had to touch him in the end. Sorry."