I’ve had this FWB for about four months now, let’s call her Emily, 26, petite but curvy as hell with these perky C-cups, a tiny waist, and an ass that bounces like it was made for riding. We started as “just friends” who ended up fucking after one too many late-night texts turned filthy.

We were at her place after a casual dinner, me in sweats, her in a tiny tank top and those little cotton shorts that hug her pussy lips just right. We’re making out on the couch, her hand sliding down my pants, stroking my cock nice and slow while she whispers how she’s been thinking about me all day. I’m rock hard in seconds, when she pulls back with this wicked little smile, “Okay, so I’m tying you up super tight so you literally can’t move at all,” she says, biting her lip and pulling out four long silky scarves. “Then I’m just gonna use you however I want until you tap out. It’s gonna be so fun. You game?”

I’m already throbbing. “Fuck yes.”

She peels my clothes off fast, still cracking up and tickling my ribs, then ties my wrists and ankles to the bedpost, spread-eagle, tight enough that I couldn’t even wiggle my hips.

She climbs on the bed, naked, nipples hard, pussy glistening, and starts with her mouth like she’s starving.

Slow, sloppy blowjob first, tongue swirling around my head, sucking just the tip while her hand strokes the shaft. Then she takes me balls-deep, throat tightening, gagging herself on me while she looks up with those “I own you” eyes. I’m groaning, hips trying to buck but I can’t move. She pops off, spits on my cock, and jerks me fast and tight with both hands until I explode, first load shooting straight into her mouth. She swallows every drop, licks her lips, and grins.

“One down! But you’re not done yet…”

She climbs off for a second, leans down, and starts kissing and licking my softening cock like it’s her favorite popsicle, gentle sucks on the head, swirling her tongue, cupping my balls until I’m rock-hard again in under a minute.

She climbs on and sinks down, that warm, soaked pussy swallowing every inch in one go. Rides me like she’s trying to break me, grinding her clit on my base, tits bouncing, moaning my name. Second orgasm hits me like a truck. I’m shooting rope after rope inside her while she keeps bouncing through it, milking me with her walls. Cum is leaking out around her lips, dripping down my balls.

Again, she doesn’t stop. My cock is hypersensitive, almost painful, but she slides off, takes me in her hand immediately, slick with our mixed cum and starts giving me the sloppiest handjob. Long, twisting strokes from base to tip, squeezing just right, while she licks and sucks my balls. “You’re getting hard for me again, baby. I can feel it.” And fuck, I do. She blows me again, deepthroating the sensitive head, humming around me, until I’m steel-hard and leaking for round three.

“There he is,” she giggles, then sinks straight down onto me in one creamy slide. Her pussy is scalding and so fucking wet it makes the sluttiest sound as she bottoms out. She rides me with happy little bounces, tits jiggling, hands on my chest, grinning down at my helpless face the whole time. “God, using you like this is the best feeling ever.” I cum again deep inside her and she moans but keeps rolling her hips nice and slow.

She slides off, my cock red and twitching, and immediately goes back to work with her hands and mouth. Stroking fast, sucking the head like a lollipop, whispering “One more, I know you have one more for me.” I’m sobbing now — actual tears, legs shaking, voice hoarse: “Please baby, stop, I can’t cum again, it hurts so good, please I’m begging you”

She doesn’t stop. Fourth orgasm crashes through me anyway, just painful spasms and a weak dribble of cum while she jerks and sucks me through it, forcing every last drop out. Only then does she finally untie me, curl up against my chest, kiss my forehead and cuddle.

“That was the most fun I’ve ever had. You make the cutest toy. Next time we’re adding the Hitachi after round four.”