Proper Restraint by Fyre

I awoke because the truck had stopped moving. I’d driven my five hours to some remote place in Wyoming. The sky was overcast and black, foreboding. The air didn’t move. It felt like it was going to rain. Nick had taken his place at the wheel, but now the truck was parked. Certainly it hadn’t been long enough for it to be my turn to drive again! I was still dog tired. I was glad to be parked though; I’d been dreaming about needing to pee.

"What’s up?" I asked, fairly confused. I’d been sleeping hard.

"Shh!"

"Why’d you stop the truck?" I asked. The curtain around the front windows was closed. He was naked and already had an erection. I looked at him in surprise. I knew he’d been thinking about whatever it was he wanted to do for awhile.

"You’ll find out."

He pulled the sleeper berth restraint across my naked body. I’d fallen asleep without it. It was constructed from two thick nylon straps and a series of nylon ropes tied into a net. Why was he covering me with the restraint? The restraint covered a person’s abdomen so that in the case of a rollover, the driver in the bed wouldn’t fly around in the truck. But the truck was no longer moving. Nick took my left hand and started tying it with a two inch strip of bright fabric. He tied my hand firmly to the seatbelt net. He was tying me up!

"Before you start something," I said, "I have to pee."

"Good." He said, his voice thick with lust. He finished tying my hand, holding it tightly. I knew he didn’t want me to move.

"I’m not kidding. I have to pee."

"If you need to use that mouth of yours, use it for this," and he rolled on top of me and stuck his dick in my mouth. In other words, Shut up. I started sucking.

"That’s better."

It was a warm night, and I had gone to sleep naked on top of the comforter. Blood rushed into his cock, and he was quickly his full seven inches. He bent forward over me and used another strip of fabric to tie my right knee to the side of the seatbelt attachment. I sucked contentedly on his nice, rigid cock.

"You tying me up?" I asked in a rather muffled way around the stiffness of his cock.

It sounded more like "Uh ew eyiy ee uh?"

"Suck it." He slapped my pussy lightly where it glistened when he spread my legs.

I grunted. He thrust his dick down my throat a little farther. He was going to play rough! This should be interesting. I stroked him with my right hand as he jammed his length inside my mouth. I still felt groggy. But Nick was pushing me straight into very physical, energetic sex... I hoped I was in a good enough mood.

He tied my left knee to the frame of the bed. He laced the fabric carefully around it, going criss cross down to my ankles. When he finished, I couldn’t move my legs at all; he had tied them wide open. Spread eagle. He had an amazing view of my pussy. The seatbelt restraint held me down from my belly button to my neck. Except for my right hand, I couldn’t move. He started jamming on my clit.

"I have to pee, Nick." I insisted, coming off of his cock just enough to talk.

"Don’t you do it yet." He slapped me again, right on my pussy. "You get back to work-- taking care of my cock."

I heard the ping of our microwave. Nick pulled off me to stand and get something out. "Do not talk," he warned, "and you can use that hand of yours to rub that clit."

He stood by the bed until I obediently started rubbing myself with my free hand. He took one last strip of the fabric and wrapped it twice around my head, covering my eyes. Wow. He’d never tried anything like this before. Tying me up and telling me what to do. If I didn’t need to go to the bathroom so badly, this might even be a thrill! I closed my eyes under the blindfold and kept rubbing, rubbing my clit. I really did need to piss, so it was intense, in a semi-uncomfortable way.

I heard him moving, collecting things. The microwave door opened and shut. I felt my hand being moved away from my lap and he tied it to the edge of the bed. I started to say something but his dick nudged its way back inside my mouth. I held it there, sucking lightly, curious and sightless, straining to figure out what he was doing.

Down between my legs, he laid some steaming hot towels. I jerked, somewhat startled by the sudden heat, but they weren’t too warm. He clinked something against the side of a dish, and then I smelled shaving cream. He rocked his dick in and out of my mouth, then stopped with it jammed in deep, and started to shave my pussy.

I paused, delighting in the warmth of the towels and the smooth stroke of the razor. He placed dry towels underneath me. I felt the trickle of liquid as he doused me with a quarter cup of water to rinse away some fine hairs. It was a good thing I kept plastic sheeting on the bed. I’d shaved probably a week ago, but we had been driving like mad, and I didn’t take the time every time to keep up on it when we stopped for quick showers along the road. He was sudsing and stroking. It was going to feel baby smooth when he finished. He stroked the skin lightly with his fingertip.

"Still need to pee?"

I nodded.

"Don’t do it yet." He said, carefully wiping the last of the shaving cream off my labia. "That feel better now?"

I nodded. Did he want me to piss right here on the bunk?

"Good. Get back to work sucking my dick. I’m going to go ahead and tell you what I want you to do, so you better listen. Don’t squirt me until I tell you to. You understand?"

I nodded. I was entirely tied and blindfolded, and gagged by the sheer size of him. I was going nowhere until he said I could. I certainly wasn’t going to be able to stand and move away to relieve myself. I was thrilled that he wanted to issue me orders, and hoped I could hold it long enough for his game. He started rubbing my newly shaved pussy again, this time with his tongue. He darted it full force at my clit, and then dragged the width of his tongue across the pee hole where I ached to release, and darted it inside my vagina. I tried to relax into it, tried to think of something else. It was kind of a catch twenty two. If I thought about where he was spending his energy, I needed to piss. If I wanted to enjoy what he was doing, I needed to think about where he was spending his time. Right where I needed to piss. But he told me not to.

Wow. This was almost too intense.

I got busy playing my tongue on his cock. He wasn’t in real deep and he wasn’t moving it around much, so I pulled off of it where I could and started tonguing and lapping at the shaft. I couldn’t think about what he was doing down between my legs. If I did, I was going to squirt him real bad.

He poured something on my pussy. I felt an oily slipperiness. I identified the distinctive odor of olive oil as he pushed his fingertips inside my vagina. For some reason, he wanted me really wet. He pushed two fingers in and out of my vagina. Slurp, slurp, slurp. It was like he was trying to massage the muscles at the opening. He had a new intensity. Something very different. His dick was rock hard. I felt the depth of his fingers sliding all the way inside. What the hell was he doing? I was feeling so stretched, so stretched open. Then suddenly he jammed his whole hand inside my tight cunt. Wham!

His hand was buried up to his wrist inside my pussy!

"Oh." I moaned, shifting my ass what little I could to accommodate his hand. I couldn’t believe it. His whole hand. I wondered how it looked, his wrist buried deep in my cunt.

"Am I hurting you?" I heard alarm in his voice and felt his dick soften between my teeth.

"That was sudden," I mumbled, trying not to feel ripped open. I could sense how excited he was. He liked me to masturbate with especially big dildos. I wanted to be able to take his whole hand.

"You okay?"

"I told you, I need to pee."

"In a minute." I could hear relief in his voice that he hadn’t hurt me.

He pulled his dick away from my mouth as he intently watched his hand disappear inside my depths. He rocked out and back inside. He was exploring a dark side of himself, but I knew that he would quit in a heartbeat if I needed him to stop. I felt the tight pull of the muscle on the inside of my thighs as he knelt over me, fascinated, watching his hand slide in and out of my cunt. Oh I was full. He started rubbing frantically on my clit with his other hand. Rubbing my clit was a good distraction from the full feeling inside my vagina. I had to concentrate on keeping the muscles tight so I wouldn’t piss in his face. I think it was harder not to think about it, because I was blindfolded. No matter what, the feeling was right there.

His cock stiffened on its own, and swung back into my face. I started rocking my hips, taking his hand in deep, hoping I wouldn’t pee. I knew he enjoyed the view. He often asked me to masturbate and stayed seated in the driver’s seat so he could watch. Sometimes I even fucked my vibrator while he drove. He liked it when I inserted especially large dongs inside my cunt. One time, I even tried inserting a bottle. But oh my god, his hand felt huge! The walls of my vagina were being stretched to new capacity.

"Don’t you stop sucking on me." He said urgently, trying to sound annoyed.

I took him back inside my mouth. He held himself carefully above me so it didn’t jam inside too far. I used my lips and tongue to try to distract me from the wonderful click click click of his fingers against my clitoris and the sthluk sthluck as his other hand cradled inside my cunt. It was way too big for the cavity, but he was being careful to cup his fingers at an angle so I could take it. I felt like he was going to stretch me all out of shape. I wondered if I would ever be able to feel tightness around his cock when he went in there again, but my pussy was elastic enough and I exercised my kegels, so I figured I’d be okay. When he jammed his hand inside of me, it felt incredible, sunshine and shadow, one wrong move could rip me, one right move could make me come. I kept my eyes closed underneath the blindfold and fortunately, he was watching his hand and forgot that I was no longer keeping my mouth busy against his cock. I needed all my concentration to keep from cumming and peeing all over his hand.

He pulled his hand out, and I arched, straining against the ties. I was really into the fullness of his hand, then suddenly, it was gone! I was equally thrilled by the absence. Oh my god! I clenched my vagina tight and contracted against my orgasm. He said he would tell me when I could cum. The muscles on the insides of my thighs were really contracted now, and bounced with the tension of holding my legs so wide for such a long time. I felt Nick’s tongue slip back inside of my vulva, and tickle around, lapping and sucking. He moved his face and I could feel the smoothness of cheek bones and the slight prickle of beard as he moved his lips across me. He smeared pussy all over his face, rubbing his nose on me, turning his head and rubbing his ears. He wanted the cunt juices to saturate his head. I strained, arcing against the tethers that held my legs wide. I wanted to pull my hand away from the ties so I could pinch my pert nipple as he teased me.

"You gonna cum for me Baby?"

"Yes." I told him, almost shaking with restraint. "You tell me when."

"I wanna watch," he said, his voice husky, "and I want you to get me wet. But not until I tell you to."

I felt the slip of metal shears as he cut away the tether that held my right hand. He kissed my face. "Rub that pussy. I wanna see you squirt. Don’t worry about the bed. We’ll take care of that later." He licked my cheek and whispered the last words in my ear. "Cum for me, Baby."

It felt weird to masturbate right before his eyes. I couldn’t see anything, but I knew he was close to me, I could feel his breath. I couldn’t angle into any privacy. He had my legs pulled as far apart as they could go and I knew he was kneeling and watching my hand dart inside and out. He watched what I pulsed my fingers against, where I lingered, where I strained. I could sense that he was stroking himself as he watched. I could hear the catch in his breathing as he jacked it.

"Give me some dick," I begged.

"Then you better come and I better see it."

I moved my hand up to my mouth, collected some spit off my tongue. I was wet from the oils and juices, but I’d had my legs spread awhile, and there was no such thing as too much moisture. He watched me stick my fingers in my mouth.

"You like the way you taste?"

"Oh yeah." I smiled at his question, knowing he was watching my face and slipped my fingers back inside my pussy. I arched my pelvis forward and forced my legs as wide as they would go. I wished I could watch him slip his hand up and down the length of his dick. I wondered how much longer he was going to wait before he shoved that thing inside me. I’d better get busy and come for him.

I jacked my hand on my clit, reveling in the intensity, then tugged at my pee hole. He was waiting to watch me squirt, and I knew it would start with a warm trickle that would quickly get cold. "Can you put that towel back into the microwave?" I asked him. "I’m going to make a mess."

"I want you to," he whispered, intent in the game. "Come for me. Squirt it!" he urged.

It didn’t take long. He’d gotten me jamming when he put his mouth on me, and I had wanted to come at least five minutes earlier. But I wanted to come in that urgent, panting way that left my clit throbbing for five hours, so I rubbed hard knuckles against the firm bump, my breath catching higher and higher as I tried to hit it just right.

"Tear it up, Baby."

I knew his face wasn’t more than a few inches away. I felt it coming and I let it fly. It started with an orgasm, but because I was pushing so hard, there was no way I could control my bladder. I reached to cover the stream of piss with my hand so it didn’t squirt all over his face but he grabbed my hand and pulled it away. "I told you I wanted to watch."

I contorted into the depth of my orgasm, twitching and calling out. The stream of yellow fizzled when he buried his face between my legs.

I felt him lap lap lap on my clit "Cum some more," he directed. "Hey, that tastes good to me right now, Baby."

He rubbed it fervently with his tongue, breaking off and rubbing it again with his hand. There was no way I could wriggle free from the intensity. My breath caught in my throat and I started to moan, the moan climbing in octaves as he kept slamming my clit.

"Cum for me, Baby," he said.

I wanted to oblige, but I didn’t think I could. My thighs were getting sore from the position. I pulled my ass up off the bed, uncomfortable as now there was a puddle underneath, growing cold. He watched me writhing around on the bed.

Suddenly, he slipped the scissors, cold metal against my leg and cut the restraints free. He pulled the seatbelt restraint net off my body. I had ridges etched into my skin from arching my skin into the nylon ropes. I pulled my legs together, releasing the muscles. Releasing the tightness. He cut my hand free and then the blindfold. I blinked. The light was too bright after the darkness. He indicated that he wanted me to roll over, to move to a dry spot on the bed. When I did so, he stood behind me and sank his hand deep into my cunt. Oh it felt so good! I rocked back into it, taking him up to his wrist.

"Rub your clit" he urged, his voice breathless with anticipation. "I want you to cum for me again."

I was a very good girl. I started rubbing my clit. He shoved his oiled fist inside my cunt and I came over and over again. He was still rock hard.

It was going to be a long night. A long and wonderful night.