Thankfully, the wish that limited Kristen’s orgasms stated that she needed to have either my dick or my sperm in her mouth. Although I never knew Kristen to have an orgasm in this position without me coming first, I knew it was still possible, since she did have my cock in her mouth. I’ve also been able to bring her to orgasm without my dick or sperm in her mouth, but it wasn’t easy. Anyway, I realized that as long as she continued to suck me, no matter how softly, I might be able to give her orgasms of a sufficient strength. At least, that was my hope.
I continued to tickle around Kristen’s sensitive bud without actually touching it directly with my tongue except for infrequent and random touches. Kristen’s contractions slowly started turning into spasms. She pressed her thighs tightly against my head, making it difficult for me to gauge accurately the size of her orgasm.
Blindly, I continued licking, despite Kristen’s continued pressing of her thighs against my ears, forcing my tongue to continue playing with her sensitive nub more frequently now. It was difficult, although not impossible for me to breathe, but for me that was secondary. I was determined to make her come, even if it killed me.
A period of time passed, and it was getting more and more difficult to get air in through my nose due to the tightness of Kristen’s legs around my head. I suddenly felt massive warmth on my member, and felt my cock easily slip into Kristen’s throat. In response, I thrust my hips up toward her and then away from her, feeling my cock move in and out of her mouth, my cock by now over-sensitized.
Almost without any warning to either me or to Kristen, I started pumping into Kristen’s mouth. I felt her cheeks rubbing against the side of the head of my cock as she applied an incredible amount of suction, sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body.
Through all this, my tongue continued its onslaught of Kristen’s slit. Somehow, Kristen managed to wiggle her clitoris out of direct contact with my tongue, but I continued to probe in the direction where I thought it was, hoping that I’d be able to stimulate it at least indirectly.
After an unknown amount of time, my dick stopped pulsing. I could no longer tell if anything was still coming out, but once again, I could tell that I was deep inside Kristen’s throat, which meant that I was no longer pumping actively. I wondered if my Goddess would be able to breathe with me so deep inside her for so long, but I didn’t sense any kind of panic from her. In fact, her legs continued clamping tightly around my ears and she wiggled her crotch left and right in a vain attempt to evade my probing tongue.
Finally, Kristen pulled her head off my dick, and I felt the cool air hit its saliva slick shaft. The tightness against my head disappeared, and Kristen rolled off my body.
I turned my head toward Kristen, my arms still bound by those silly stockings. I wanted so much to pull her back to me and lavish her lovely crotch with thousands of tiny kisses. Instead, I could see her fine blonde hairs that did nothing to hide her very swollen cunt lips. I cold even see Kristen’s normally hidden clit at the edge, looking like a delicious morsel just right for licking.
I extended my tongue, but Kristen’s crotch was too far away for me to reach. Even so, Kristen saw my movement and instinctively pulled her crotch further away.
“That… that was…” Kristen sounded breathless.
“That was what… Mistress?” I asked, almost forgetting my role in this little game we were playing.
“That was in-fucking-credible! I never thought you could…” Kristen’s words died off.
I continued to watch Kristen’s lovely crotch, now excessively far away for me to reach. Her tummy moved slowly in and out with each breath, and it took me a few minutes before I realized that Kristen was asleep.
Great! Here I was, tied up spread eagle to a bed with the girl of my dreams sleeping next to me.
I examined the stockings that bound me to the bed. The knots were simple overhand knots, and if I pulled on them, they should release easily. Actually, it wasn’t as easy as I originally thought, since pulling on them seemed to just tighten the knots. It took a couple of minutes, but I was eventually able to get the right one off.
With my one hand free, I carefully rolled over to free the hand closer to Kristen. She didn’t awake, and I was able to sit up and untie my legs.
I had to admit that the orgasms I had today were probably the largest that I ever experienced in my short sexual life. Between the one in the changing room and my most recent one, it seemed as if my balls generated a quart of semen, an amount that I knew was an exaggeration. Still, the amount that I must have unleashed was almost definitely a record for me.
Tenderly, I tapped Kristen on the shoulder, but she didn’t respond. This surprised me, as she’s usually a light sleeper, and I expected her to wake up when I tapped her. It then occurred to me that she might be exhausted from her trip to Europe, so I got out of the bed when she didn’t move.
I saw the plate of potatoes, and I took a forkful, ignoring the fact that Kristen already used that fork. I long ago lost any squeamishness about getting germs from Kristen, and neither of us saw any problems with French kissing, oral sex, sharing utensils, or even toothbrushes.
Despite being cold, the potatoes tasted interesting, although I would probably have added more salt. I thought about putting them into the microwave oven, but I never really used one before, and I figured I’d only end up making them inedible. I smiled, and looked back at my sleeping Goddess, her beautiful breasts moving regularly with each breath. Even passed out after an orgasm, Kristen was a wonderful thing to look at. Her disheveled hair still looked gorgeous to me, although I would imagine that Kristen would be scandalized if she could see it right now. How lucky I was to have such a lovely and sexy Goddess in love with me!
The dresser that I was standing at was the same one that Kristen retrieved her stockings from before. I opened the drawer that Kristen used, and saw a large collection of stockings and other things that Kristen referred to as her “regular lingerie”—as opposed to the exotic stuff she kept in packages on a shelf in her closet.
I thought of tying up Kristen spread-eagle as she did to me, and saw something metal at the bottom of the drawer.
Upon closer examination, I discovered there were a pair of handcuffs at the bottom of the drawer! I looked from the drawer to Kristen’s still sleeping body, and wondered. Why did she have these? Where did she get them?
An evil thought came to my mind as I picked up the handcuffs and looked back at Kristen’s unconscious form. Tie me up, would she? I’ll fix her and see how she likes it!
I put the handcuffs on a pair of Kristen’s panties on top of the headboard, using the panties to muffle the jingle of the metal.
I shook Kristen’s shoulders, but she didn’t wake up. I looked at her nervously, but saw that she was still breathing. I never saw Kristen sleep so soundly before. I rolled her onto her back, and she was now in the middle of the bed. She still didn’t wake up. Gently, I tied the two stockings that Kristen used on my legs onto her legs, using very loose knots that I didn’t want to tighten yet. She still didn’t move.
Using slow movements, I gently pulled Kristen’s arms over her head, and looked at the foot of the bed for something on which I could mount her arms. There was a rail connecting the two bedposts. I tied a stocking to that rail, using a square knot. I tied another stocking to that first stocking and then to the middle of the handcuffs, again using a secure knot.