Just looking at Heidi, you could tell that she was a freak. The looks she gave. The way she always participated in "underwear on the outside" day. The way she'd suck on your fingers if your hand somehow ended up near her.
She wasn't my type, though. I've never known measurements beyond "not enough" "too much" or "just right," and Heidi was just a little too far on the "too much" side around the waist so that sometimes she managed to look sexy through pushup bras and flaring skirts that gave her figure an artificial hour-glass shape, but most of the time she wore loose dresses that made her look just plain.
"You have a cute nose," she said to me once. "It's round, like a cherry."
"And yours is straight, what they call aquiline. That's how vampire noses look, according to Bram Stoker," I replied. "Are you going to suck my blood, Heidi?"
She'd laughed and bit her finger, but that look she gave me—a steady green gaze held above a white-toothed smirk—gave me the word "maybe" as an answer.
It was a year later that I found myself at her apartment with friends. We'd all finished college and worked at our various companies (I was in marketing, but most others were salesmen). Heidi hadn't told me what she did for a living, and when it was time to go she beckoned me into her bedroom, saying she had something to show me.
It was a hook and pulley chained to the ceiling at the foot of the bed, with a heavy leather belt, a small (about two foot) baseball bat, and a pair of hand cuffs on the bed itself.
"If you're trying to seduce me, then it won't work," I said. "Crystal is much sexier than you."
"If that's the case," Heidi said in an angry voice, and with her thick brown eyebrows furrowed. "Then you can just turn around and walk out."
"Hey, sorry, but you know me, I just don't cheat on my women," I lied. Then I turned around, sorry to not have the sex, but consoling myself with the fact that it was sex with Heidi that I wasn't having. She really wasn't attractive enough.
No sooner had I turned my back then I heard a thud near the bed like somebody had stepped over there in a hurry then I heard a thud on the side of my head as the baseball bat struck it. A pain in my shoulders and wrists told me that someone was pulling me up by handcuffs.
Heidi had put on some Lil' Kim to drown out the sounds. I could barely hear the electric motor in the pulley. The most obvious difference, though, was that the lights were completely off in the room aside from the red one on the pulley. By the time I had moved my shoulders into a more comfortable position, the pulley had me on my toes.
"Well, this is new," I said.
A hand grabbed my crotch. My growing bulge made me acutely aware that my clothes were still on. Heidi stood behind me, and her right hand, coming around my hip, began to rub up and down.
"Mmm. Keep rubbing. You just might get something."
She stopped. Her right hand disappeared. Her left squeezed my balls hard until I grunted, and her right came back to knock me upside the head with the belt wrapped around her fist.
"Crystal is sexier than me, is she?"
"She doesn't need to stay in the dark, if that's what you mean."
"Does she get as wet as me?" I heard cloth moving on skin. "Because I've been thinking about this all day. Here, have a taste." So saying, Heidi stuffed balled-up cloth in my mouth and duct taped it there, gagging me. The cloth tasted like pussy, and I knew in a moment that it was her panties. The word "naked" came into my head. Bulge turned into rod, and rod turned into full wood.
I heard her unravel the belt from her fist. She brought my pants all the way down to my ankles, and gave me 10 hard spanks with the belt. I grunted at the last two. She stepped close to me and lifted my shirt so that I could feel her bare breasts against my back. Left hand went around my waist, right—with the belt still in it—grabbed my cock hard like it was some kind of handle.
"Do you want me, Daniel?" she whispered in my ear. "Do you want to fuck me?"
My usual answer would have been no because Heidi wasn't nearly as attractive as the women I cheated on Crystal with, but this wasn't a usual situation. I nodded vigorously.
She started jacking me. "Yeah? 'Cause I want you, too." The jacking sped up. "I want to fuck your brains out. I want you to be my bitch. But first," she stopped moving her hand, "I have to teach you a lesson about comparing my to other women." Her hands disappeared, I heard her step in front of me, and then I felt the bat hit my balls.
I grunted. She hadn't swung it hard—just a little more than a tap—but her squeezing had made me extra sensitive. I felt her wrap the belt around my neck and squeeze, cutting off blood to my brain. I struggled, but that just earned me another hit from the bat.
Next thing I know, I'm lying on my back and there's something squeezing my head. Heidi is sucking on my cock and it takes me a while to figure out that I'm on the bed and she and I are in the 69 position. I try turning my head, but can't because her thighs have a death grip on me.
She stops sucking. "Wakee, wakee." She sits up, releases my head, turns around to face me, and clamps on me with her thighs again. I can smell her.
"Mmmfff," I say through the gag.
"You know, your nose looks just like a cherry." The room is still dark, so at first I don't know why she'd make that comment, then I feel her pussy come down on my face. She fucks me like that for awhile, then rips the tape off my mouth and the panties out with it.
"Ouch! Shit!" I say. Then I can't say anything else because her pussy replaces the gag. the belt is still around my neck, and she pulls it tight. Instinctively, I open my mouth as if to breath, but my toung just goes into her, doing circles and flicks in an effort to get some air. I fight hard, but after a minute or two it's no use.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cums, and just as she does, I black out again.
"You're such a good boy Danny. You know that? Such a good boy." I've come to for the third time to find my hands cuffed to the head of the bed, the lights back on, and Heidi straddling my about the stomach. We're both completely naked. I have a raging boner, and she—still wet my the feel—is wiping my face off with a towel.
Her look is stern, it prohibits replies.
"You're such a good boy that I'm finally going to let you cum. You want that, don't you?"
I nod.
"I'm going to ride you like my little toy. You're going to be my fuck stick. Do you want to be my fuck stick, Danny?"
I nod again, more eagerly this time.
"Good." She stops wiping and gets on her knees. With her right hand, she aligns me perfectly with her pussy. Then she sits back and the warm wetness is nearly unbearable. She moves up and down and up and down and up and down. Her boobs hang over my face, so I suck on them. I lose myself in her.
Turning to my right, I note a couple next to us, where the sexiest woman in the world is riding a lucky man. Then I recognize them; they're us. I'm just looking at Heidi's closet mirror.
Heidi does something special with her cunt where it feels like I'm being sucked hard.
I yelp, and try not to cum.
Next to the mirror image of us, I note a digital camera—a model that I know has night-vision mode. I go back to sucking her breasts and glance up into her eyes. Her hair is tied back in a pony-tail.
Looking at Heidi, I know for certain now how she makes her money.
"Oh! Oh! Oh Gooooood!!"
