Courtney’s a Bitch

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Courtney’s a Bitch

My ex-girlfriend and I were into some kinky shit. It often involved making each others fantasies come true

A couple of examples would be the time we joined the mile high club and the time we did it in the rain.

An example of fantasies we had not yet done was, for me, a MFM threesome, and for her, a FFF threesome.

She was tiny and cute but passionate with a hot Italian temper. One day she was mad at me because I was ignoring her too much in favor of work. As if working to earn money for her was a bad thing.

In addition to being high strung she was also quite impulsive and self destructive. At times I got fed up with her antics and drug abuse, and thought of leaving her. But the sex was so good it was always easier to stick around for just a little bit longer.

Her name was Courtney, and coincidentally, she looked like a prettier Courtney Love. She was a little thinner but she wore her hair and make-up the same way. I think she was emulating the instability.

Well, later that day my boss called to ask me a question about the very report I was writing. As luck would have it, or not, he called right when I went to get postage to mail the report, when it was done.

Courtney answered. Instead of telling him what I was doing she said I went to go get ink for the work printer. When he was confused about me having a work computer at home she told him that I’d brought it home a couple years ago. Naturally he assumed I stole it even though no such printer existed. As you can see she was clever in her games.

We argued all that week. Sometimes it seems like arguing is her natural state and all the other ways people communicate are foreign to her. She NEVER learned from arguing either.

After flying into corporate I was able to straighten it out. It definitely helped that inventory showed no printers to be missing. But I lost days of work and it took a week to fix it.

I’m not normally one for revenge but what she did was pretty big and she needed to be taught a lesson. What I planned didn’t include anything she wouldn’t do voluntarily some other time. She just wasn’t going to have any choice about the details this time.

I decided to tie her up and leave her for a group of guys to have their way with her. Sex with multiple guys was one of my fantasies she’d made come true a few years ago. The guys were also going to be her ex’s just to make sure she wouldn’t love it. I’m sure she would love the sex. But she would be pissed that they would love it too. I guessed there was a high chance she would storm out and I’d never see her again.

When she had forgotten about the printer fiasco, I set it in motion. I had already contacted four guys she had dumped and they were a thousand percent on board, and that was before they knew it meant screwing her. Afterwards, they were ten thousand times on board.

I told Courtney I was going to make her tie-up fantasy come true that weekend. She said she couldn’t wait. In fact, in the days ramping up to the weekend she couldn’t keep her hands (or lips) off of me.

The guys were due to come over around four o’clock the Friday of a long weekend. Working backwards, I could tie her up at three, have sex with her, then go to the store at 3:45 to get some whip cream for ’round two’. While I was gone she would be helpless to stop the guys, some of whom she hated.

In preparation I had some lengths of rope on a chair in the bedroom, a blindfold, an empty can of spray whipping cream in the fridge, and an old wig of hers. The wig was because, when she knew these guys she used to have black hair (the wig was black too) but now she dyed it blonde.

At lunch she started getting really randy and wanted to start right away. By 1:00 she was crawling all over me, begging me to start then. I was starting to get worried I wouldn’t be able to fend her off.

I told her I had one little work project but I would be ready at 1:30. I promised we would start then. It just meant she would be tied up a bit longer than I expected.

I came up at 1:35 with doubts about leaving her tied from then all the way until four. That would be too much time for her to stew and destabilize. Much better to keep the action moving.

I offered her a backrub but she’s never really been into them. I did get her to agree to lie down on her tummy first so I could tease her naughty bits before tying her.

I spent a good fifteen minutes dimming the lights and lighting candles. It took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the darkness but when they did I beheld her hard body waiting for my touch.

I placed a pillow on the bed so her delicious booty would be propped up high in the air. After fingering her puss, to really warm her up, I thought I might just rim her a bit. We both loved that.

And she did! She was totally amped and ready by 2:15 and I had run out of ways to stall. When she suggested we switch places, so she could play with my balls and rim me, I knew it was a perfect diversion. almanbahis Being face down she wouldn’t be tempted to ride my cock and end our session before it could even begin.

She kissed my buns and thighs for about five minutes: like foreplay for the rimjob. She only stopped for a moment, when she pulled her lips out of my asscrack to tell me how much she was looking forward to being tied up. She said she loved the helpless feeling, fighting against the ropes, and the thought that I might do anything to her while she was tied.

I moaned from the tonguing, causing her to say, “Oh, you like the idea too. I thought it was just me. How about I start your rim-job with you tied up, then we’ll do me?”

I looked at the clock, only 2:20, “OK Court, tie me up, then we’ll switch.” Courtney knew her way around a knot like a boy scout knew… well, not at all like a boy scout. At 26 she still wore gym shoes with velcro.

We were going to continue the rimming so I stayed just like I was: ass up, spread eagle. I watched amused while she did her best to tie each limb. When she was done each arm and leg was pulled taut but I could tell if I pulled a bit the knots would unravel.

She knelt between my legs massaging my balls from behind. It’s my favorite way to have them touched. She tugged and pulled on them. She bent down low, sticking her head back there so she could lick them. Then she decided impulsively, they should be tied too.

She looped a thin rope around my nuts, coiling it a few times, but then couldn’t figure out what to do with the rope ends. She tugged them a few times, first backwards then side to side. It felt both awesome but also verged on painful when she accidentally yanked a little too hard.

In the end she decided she needed to tie the rope ends off somewhere. They wouldn’t reach the bed legs, or the doorknob or anywhere so she ended up tying them to my neck. Now there was a tight line running under my chest from my neck to my balls. The result was that my penis and balls were tucked firmy below my stomach.

The way I was tied,it kept all the blood flow trapped in my dick. I couldn’t not have a throbbing erection if I tried.

She appraised her handy work, “Hmmmm, I’m liking it. With a few finishing touches…”

She considered dripping wax on me, but she just wasn’t into it. She mulled over the idea of calling over a tattoo artist to give me a permanent reminder. She laughed a lot at that one, but it wasn’t practical. In the end she took out a marker and drew one on me.

Next she decided I needed a butt plug. We only owned one: her purple plug that looked like a big diamond. It had been up her tush a hundred times but this would be my first. With lots of lube she fitted it in just fine.

“Oooh,” she cooed, “That looks so hot and sexy…You know Curtis, I’ve never noticed before, but with our matching tramp stamps and with my ass jewelry in you, you look kind of fem.” She paused. “I think I can improve on this…

Of course, the wig was right there on the chair – so she put it on me. “Veeery cute! Your shaping up into quite the little slut. What next?”

I watched her rummaging through a few drawers. She took out her red teddy and her violet thong…then she noticed me watching. “Baby, we can’t have you seeing the product before it’s finished.” She removed the wig, placed the blindfold on me, then tugged the wig back into place. “There! When I’m done we’ll get you up for a couple pics. And you know how I’ve always wanted to make it with a woman…when it’s my turn to be tied will you keep the outfit on?”

“Sure.” I promised. “Sounds like fun. What should a couple of lesbians do?”

“Now you’re talking! I’d love to run my fingers through your long black hair while you lap at my pussy. Oh, but wait, I don’t wanna pass up being tied. Next time? Maybe tonight I’ll be tied down to the bed blindfolded, and I’ll just feel the long hair of an unknown woman brushing against my skin as she kisses me all over…

Now let’s get my lover ready.”

She chose an outfit, telling me it was one of her favorites. The bra went around my midsection just fine. She had to untie my legs to dress my lower half. It was a short skirt which meant she picked either the red shimmery one or the silver fringed flapper styled one. After she put it on me she re-tied my legs, but this time she tied them together, ankle to ankle, knee to knee.

When she was all done she said, “Honey, you look amazing! I’m impressed with my work if I do say so myself. You look good enough to eat. Oh that reminds me. I saw some whipped cream in the fridge. I’m sure you were planning to spray it on me while I was tied up but I really want the lesbo fantasy and we can’t get whipped cream in my wig – it’s real hair.

I objected, “We don’t need the whipped cream!” This would ruin my cover story. I needed to tie her first, then discover we were out of whipped cream, then go to the store leaving her there for the guys. “Don’t bother Babe. We can just get you almanbahis yeni giriş tied down now.”

She came back lazily shaking the can. I kept complaining, “Put the can down. We’re running out of time. Or use jelly. In fact, a good idea would be to…”

She cut me off, “You talk too much. Jelly is a horrible idea. And we have this. I’m gonna spray it in a line right down your spine to your cute little asshole.”

I spoke up again, Now Court, I still wanna put it on you. I’ll be careful with the wig…”

“Be quiet!” She took something from the closet. “Oh wait, I’ve a better plan. I’m gonna stick this little nozzle right up your bum so I can squirt it all in you. I bet it will feel amazing to have your tush literally filled with whip cream”

She gagged me with the sash from her bathrobe. “Now that sounds like the most original idea I’ve had all year. It’ll be a perfect warm up for the real fun – lesbian bondage!!

Courtney aimed the can at the middle of my back and pushed the nozzle. A little blob of whipped cream landed on my back then with an air filled hissing sputter the empty can gave up. And I was going to need a new excuse to leave.

“Pooh!” She exclaimed “Jelly it is then.” Her voice trailed off as her naked feet padded off to the kitchen. “But it doesn’t have the neat applicator. Hmm, we don’t have a pastry bag nozzle, do we?.” Then she was too far away to hear clearly. Cabinet doors opened and slammed shut. Then she yelled out to me, “I’m going to the store.” She giggled at her own joke: “Don’t go anywhere.”

I knew when she went to the kitchen she was naked. The only clothing out there was coats. Was she just going to get whipped cream? Twenty minutes there and back at best.

It was about 2:20 when she first tied me up. That was maybe forty minutes ago? Courtney would probably be back by 3:20. That would give her just a few minutes to finish her little game then I would have maybe thirty minutes to get her tied up, then make an excuse to get out.

But if I had the timing wrong the guys would be disappointed, I wouldn’t get my revenge, and I would have an embarrassing explanation to make to them about my predicament. A grown man dressed in his girlfriend’s underwear with a butt plug up his ass: if they were close friends it would be worse and I’d never live it down. But they barely knew what I looked like, just strangers really, with a shared past.

The worst scenario would be if Courtney came back at the same time that the guys arrived. Then not only would my plan be ruined but I would never get to spring it on her in the future either.

**

After a while, I heard voices in the house, “She’s probably in the bedroom. I can’t wait to get into her mouth again. How ’bout you”

“Yea, Court’s blowjobs are top notch. I’ve been thinking about them all week. That’s why I didn’t shower for two days.” They all laughed.

Four sets of heavy footprints stomped into the bedroom. Through the gag I mumbled that Court was out and they should untie me.

One of the guys said, “Ugh, same old never ending complaining. Turn on that radio.”

I wasn’t worried. I was a guy. I had all the wrong equipment, and lacked all the right ones. They would notice real quick.

I started to undo the ropes on my arms. The knots deformed right away, but then like a long tangled extension cord new knots formed themselves and tightened as I pulled.

“Ooooh weee, the bitch is gonna struggle. She really wasn’t expecting us.” I tried to turn sideways, to display my penis, but that didn’t work.

“This is gonna be fun. Man, I remember that tattoo, did she have it with you guys?”

I thought, “Fuck! She gave me that ‘matching’ tattoo.”

Lifting my skirt one said, “Yea, Man, but she definitely didn’t have this jewel up her ass.”

“Nooo? I bought that for her. I guess I dated the bitch after you. But I never got in her ass.” All the guys agreed it was a shame that none of them had ever sodomized her.

“I think that’s what we’re supposed to do. Why else would she be on display wit her booty up in the air.

I clenched my ass cheeks as tightly as I could. Then I felt the plug slipping. The more I clenched the more it slipped, until it just popped out. The guys started hooting and whooping it up, “If I ever saw an invitation that was it!”

One of the guys squirted a huge glob of lube up my ass and straddled my thighs. I tried to buck and right away discovered that if I lifted my head the thin rope pulled painfully on my balls.

I still thrashed and pulled on my restraints. The knots were a total mess, surely one would come loose. “Your asshole’s cuter than I remember it. All those times we did it Doggy Style I wanted to plunge into your sphincter, but if I did you would get me back: I still had to close my eyes at night. Couldn’t risk you supergluing my balls together. Well, I don’t live with you now!”

The other three guys encouraged him with comments like, “Give the bitch what she deserves.” almanbahis giriş and “You know she wants it.”

My first anal abuser’s cock was pointing up at the ceiling and he was having trouble bending it down. Falling forward his weight landed on my back forcing a gust of air out of me. He must have weighed close to two hundred fifty pounds. His scratchy beard rubbed my neck through the strands of my long black hair. With his ears only inches from my mouth, if I screamed into the gag now, he would hear my masculine voice above the din of the radio.

I screamed out, “I’m not Courtney! I’m a man. Get off!” But struggling to suck in air under his weight, my voice barely could be heard.

He supported his weight on his forearm right in the middle of my back. With his left hand he reached back to line his cockhead up with my prepared hole. I struggled with all my might but he had me thoroughly pinned.

The tip entered my distended opening far too easily. But when he tried to push the widening mushroom head in, things slowed down greatly.

“Guys, it’s stuck right at the entrance. What do I do? I think it’ll hurt her if I just ram it in.”

Three other voices answered in near unison, “So what!”

Of the four ex’s: Mag, Frank, Vincent, and Tank only Tank had sent a picture. I didn’t ask for it, but when I emailed him what I wanted to do to her to get revenge, he sent me a picture of his erection with the caption, “She never deep throated this before. Now’s my chance.” It was huge! I just hoped to all hope that it wasn’t Tank on top of me.

His thighs squeezed my own and his hips pivoted as he pushed down. My ass ring spasmed to hold back the intruder. When the head went in there was a pop. I didn’t expect that and It hurt like a motherfucker! Anyone who tells you it’s an enjoyable pain doesn’t know what the fuck their taking about.

Every fiber in my body tensed. I tried to crawl into the mattress dick first to escape the invader. My back arched, my head and shoulders lifted. The pain the rope caused my balls was nothing compared to being fucked. I groaned loudly.

Someone said, “It’s so hot to see her react like that!” And another, “She’s never looked better.”

The guy on my back said, “Tank, hand me the lube.” So it was Mag, Frank, or Vincent. His hand poked around back there liberally squirting stuff all over the place. When he was sufficiently coated he tried again.

In the meantime my body had recovered and relaxed. I lay under him beaten and limp, totally spent from an ordeal that had lasted no more than ten seconds.

He resumed his assault on my rectum. I think I sounded like a woman in labor huffing and puffing my way through this anal deflowering ceremony.

I think I was oblivious to the rest of him inserting his cock into my rear. The next thing I remember he was telling no one in particular, “I’m balls deep now. Damn, I waited for years to do her ass and it’s everything I dreamed it would be. Let’s make this real, Bitch!”

Saying that, he started a controlled ramming of my poor anus building to a frantic speed. It wasn’t so bad when it was slow, but the fast part kinda burned.

He leaned his mouth near to my ear, but he didn’t whisper, “This is for every record of mine you broke, for tossing my clothes out into the street, and for screwing Mag behind my back. No offense Mag, I blame her, not you.”

I heard Mag turn to the guy next to him, “I don’t blame you either, Vincent.”

Tank spoke up next, “Is there anyone here she didn’t cheat on?” I would’ve answered but they wouldn’t understand me, and now I wasn’t so sure anymore anyway.

Vincent piped up, “After tonight we’ll all be even.” I completely understood their desire to get even. I sympathised. I wished they could all fuck her ass roughly, to feel what it means to make her pay.

With my thoughts on their need for revenge I stopped thinking about how I was being violated. I don’t mean I stopped feeling his swollen penis thrusting in and out of my backside. I mean I didn’t feel violated: the outrage left me.

Being tied up I had failed to stop Frank from screwing me and now that it was too late the sash came loose and my mouth was free. Like I said, Court couldn’t tie a knot. I felt Frank needed to get it (not his cum, his rage) out of his system – I said nothing.

Frank kept up his steady rhythmic fucking for a few more minutes then with a mighty roar he gave a final thrust. My ass flooded with slippery cum, washing around his cock, and adding to the lube. His fluids sloshed around making squelching noises as some escaped, leaking down onto my bound testicles.

When he pulled out he slapped my ass hard. It hurt, of course. A red handprint was still visible the next day. “Courtney, that was the best fuck you ever gave me. Almost makes up for all the shit you put me through.” I had invited Frank and the guys over, in part, to get them some closure. Now I felt that even if all my plans fell apart horribly, at least Frank got his.

Frank turned to Vincent, “You’re up, Bud.”

Vincent took his place. He bent low so that only I could hear him, “I think you may remember, I’m a little bigger than Frank. I hope when I stretch your sweet asshole it hurts even more.

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