Coffeehouse Crush

I can't say I was reaching a climax for myself. My penis hung limply under the edge of the table. I was excited, but uncomfortable. I would never get used to this, but as long as I had assumed the position, I would play the game.

I sighed innocently, "Have you ever had a virgin before?"

Maggie practically snarled. "You know I have not, darlin'. You're so tight, you little bitch. You can't take it, can you?"

"Darlin', no, I hate it," I whined girlishly. "Your mama didn't teach you to be gentle." Maggie laughed.

"Take it all!" Maggie yelled as she slammed her dildo into me. I cried out in my girly voice.

Finally, with the little strength I had left, I tightened my muscles around the dildo as hard as I could. It hurt me as Maggie continued to try to jam it in and yank it out, but I got the response I hoped for. I think I surprised her, and it must have pushed the harness around on her vagina, and Maggie groaned hoarsely. I heard the vibrator buzz more loudly with Nissa at the controls, and Maggie approached her climax. I guessed later Maggie was inside me more than ten minutes when she finally erupted. She pulled out. It felt like giving birth to a baseball bat.

Maggie laid her head on my back and whispered, "Don't need no other feelin'," as "Thunder" wound down on the CD player. I panted. Nissa moved, and I felt the ankle hooks release, then the wrist hooks. I straightened up and removed the blindfold. At the risk of ruining the moment, I needed some privacy in the bathroom. I didn't even grab my pants. Maggie and I didn't look at each other.

I took my time, cleaning myself up and catching my breath. I emerged from the bathroom, staggered down the hallway and called out, "Man, I'm glad I don't have to work until Monday. I'm gonna be limpin' all weekend." There was no reply. I wondered if they had run off.

Nissa was alone. I guessed Maggie had resolved her grudge and left, and I never saw Maggie again. The Runaways CD had been turned off, and Nissa was quietly dropping the toys and restraints into a drawer. She was dressed. I put my pants on.

She said, "What do you want to do? You seem out of sorts, but I'm flexible. You shouldn't think of this as the start of something serious, but you've had a rough night. Tell me what you need." Sweetly, she said, "Tell me anything."

I eased myself into a padded chair. "Can we watch TV for a bit?"

"Sure," she said. "Is it OK if we watch Battlestar Galactica? The old one. I really like that Lorne Greene." She opened a fresh bottle of wine.

THE END

AUTHOR'S NOTE

In real life, I strongly support efforts to eliminate sexual violence. We are especially concerned with violence against women and children, but I didn't want the man in my story to be raped violently against his will, so I went out of my way to provide a chance for escape at the man's discretion.