jondo21
04-02-2009, 12:33 AM
It was a strange sensation that Bob woke up to, along with a horrible pain in his head that reminded him of a bad hangover on very cheap booze.
Strange in that he couldn't actually move, and his arms were tied above and to the side, and his legs were tied wide open.
Trying to rid himself of the headache, Bob descended further into sleep where his unconscious brain reminded him how his big mouth had got him into this mess.
Bob had been working at a Bar on Waterloo Station for sometime, he was single and spent whatever time he wasn't working, on the internet looking up sites about face sitting, most days he would tie his cock up and masturbate to pictures of women subjugating men with their pussies and asses.
This particular night had started well, nice and busy and around 9pm a group of four women came up to the bar and ordered a round of drinks.
This particular group of women turned out to be in their early 20s and were nurses working just outside London with accommodation in halls.
Particular seemed to be a theme this particular evening, the nurses had been for a few drinks before getting to the bar that Bob worked in, and their inhibitions were being eroded by the alcohol.
As the evening wore on, all the other customers left and Bob was left with just these last 4 customers.
"I'm afraid it's closing time ladies" Bob said at their table "Would you mind finishing up for me ?"
The tall blond girl in the group replied in a giggling tone "I'll tell you what, how abouts we flip a coin, tails we drink up & go, and heads you serve us another drink, and join us.
Bob surveyed the table, all the girls were attractive, there was another blond shorter girl with rather large breasts and two brunettes both with ample curves, one at 5ft 4inches, the other 5ft 8.
"OK" says Bob, "50/50 chance, why not", so Melanie flips the coin and it lands on heads, the girls cheer and order their drinks from Bob who brings them along with his own favourite tipple of a large rum and coke.
"Come and sit down with us" Gemma, the short brunette invites, moving along the bench seat so Bob takes the proffered space and takes a long draft of his drink.
"Have you heard of spin the bottle ?" says Jane the smaller blond.
"Yes" I answered "but I'm not playing it while outnumbered 4 to 1"
"Oh go on" pleads Melanie, "I tell you what, how abouts we flip my coin again, heads we play tails we dont, chance is with you Bob, its already come up heads once"
She's right Bob thought, I'll chance it "Alright then, go for it" so Melanie flips the coin and it lands on heads.
"Right then Bob", she crows "as you lost, you have to get another round in, and you have to go first"
Bob reluctantly agreed to this and went to get another round, came back to the table after pulling the curtains and locking the doors, he sat down.
"OK Bob spin the bottle", so Bob took a big sip of his drink, which tasted slightly strange, then span the bottle.
It span round and round, slowing down and settled with the spout pointing at Bob.
"It must be your lucky night" exclaims Jane, "truth or dare, truth or dare" holler the girls.
"Truth" shouts Bob, thinking this would be the lesser of two evils.
The girls gather into a huddle and start whispering, a minute later they sit down again, all with a slight smirk on their face.
Gemma says in a really sexy voice
"What's your biggest sexual fantasy Bob ? we want the truth"
The drink seemed to have taken a hold of Bobs mouth, as before he knew what was happening, he had blurted the word "Facesitting"
There was silence, then Amanda, who had previously been very quiet, says in a quiet but seemingly ominous tone "tell us more Bob"
So Bob told them how he fantasised about giving women pleasure with his tongue, about how he thought he'd derive just as much pleasure giving an orgasm to a woman with his tongue as he would receiving one.
He told them about how he tied his cock up and wanked it for hours on end looking at pictures of Women satisfying themselves on mens faces, just wishing that it could be HIM they were using, HIS face that was being used, HIS body that was being treated as nothing more than a sex toy.
"Wow" utters Amanda.
"Drink up" demands Gemma so that's what Bob did, and that's all he could remember.
He opened his eyes and the headache receded a bit, he was tied spreadeagled to a bed in a small dormitory room decorated in black and pink lace, the door opened and Amanda walked in with nothing but a towel wrapped around her.
"Ah you're awake" she says to Bob, "remember anything from last night ?"
"Spin the bottle" Bob enquires.
"That's right" Amanda coos seductively, "have you ever heard the phrase 'be careful what you wish for' because boy are you going to get it.
With that, she drops her towel......
To be continued
Strange in that he couldn't actually move, and his arms were tied above and to the side, and his legs were tied wide open.
Trying to rid himself of the headache, Bob descended further into sleep where his unconscious brain reminded him how his big mouth had got him into this mess.
Bob had been working at a Bar on Waterloo Station for sometime, he was single and spent whatever time he wasn't working, on the internet looking up sites about face sitting, most days he would tie his cock up and masturbate to pictures of women subjugating men with their pussies and asses.
This particular night had started well, nice and busy and around 9pm a group of four women came up to the bar and ordered a round of drinks.
This particular group of women turned out to be in their early 20s and were nurses working just outside London with accommodation in halls.
Particular seemed to be a theme this particular evening, the nurses had been for a few drinks before getting to the bar that Bob worked in, and their inhibitions were being eroded by the alcohol.
As the evening wore on, all the other customers left and Bob was left with just these last 4 customers.
"I'm afraid it's closing time ladies" Bob said at their table "Would you mind finishing up for me ?"
The tall blond girl in the group replied in a giggling tone "I'll tell you what, how abouts we flip a coin, tails we drink up & go, and heads you serve us another drink, and join us.
Bob surveyed the table, all the girls were attractive, there was another blond shorter girl with rather large breasts and two brunettes both with ample curves, one at 5ft 4inches, the other 5ft 8.
"OK" says Bob, "50/50 chance, why not", so Melanie flips the coin and it lands on heads, the girls cheer and order their drinks from Bob who brings them along with his own favourite tipple of a large rum and coke.
"Come and sit down with us" Gemma, the short brunette invites, moving along the bench seat so Bob takes the proffered space and takes a long draft of his drink.
"Have you heard of spin the bottle ?" says Jane the smaller blond.
"Yes" I answered "but I'm not playing it while outnumbered 4 to 1"
"Oh go on" pleads Melanie, "I tell you what, how abouts we flip my coin again, heads we play tails we dont, chance is with you Bob, its already come up heads once"
She's right Bob thought, I'll chance it "Alright then, go for it" so Melanie flips the coin and it lands on heads.
"Right then Bob", she crows "as you lost, you have to get another round in, and you have to go first"
Bob reluctantly agreed to this and went to get another round, came back to the table after pulling the curtains and locking the doors, he sat down.
"OK Bob spin the bottle", so Bob took a big sip of his drink, which tasted slightly strange, then span the bottle.
It span round and round, slowing down and settled with the spout pointing at Bob.
"It must be your lucky night" exclaims Jane, "truth or dare, truth or dare" holler the girls.
"Truth" shouts Bob, thinking this would be the lesser of two evils.
The girls gather into a huddle and start whispering, a minute later they sit down again, all with a slight smirk on their face.
Gemma says in a really sexy voice
"What's your biggest sexual fantasy Bob ? we want the truth"
The drink seemed to have taken a hold of Bobs mouth, as before he knew what was happening, he had blurted the word "Facesitting"
There was silence, then Amanda, who had previously been very quiet, says in a quiet but seemingly ominous tone "tell us more Bob"
So Bob told them how he fantasised about giving women pleasure with his tongue, about how he thought he'd derive just as much pleasure giving an orgasm to a woman with his tongue as he would receiving one.
He told them about how he tied his cock up and wanked it for hours on end looking at pictures of Women satisfying themselves on mens faces, just wishing that it could be HIM they were using, HIS face that was being used, HIS body that was being treated as nothing more than a sex toy.
"Wow" utters Amanda.
"Drink up" demands Gemma so that's what Bob did, and that's all he could remember.
He opened his eyes and the headache receded a bit, he was tied spreadeagled to a bed in a small dormitory room decorated in black and pink lace, the door opened and Amanda walked in with nothing but a towel wrapped around her.
"Ah you're awake" she says to Bob, "remember anything from last night ?"
"Spin the bottle" Bob enquires.
"That's right" Amanda coos seductively, "have you ever heard the phrase 'be careful what you wish for' because boy are you going to get it.
With that, she drops her towel......
To be continued