Somehow I was still hard. That was surprising. I didn't ever think I would be able to keep it up in a situation like this. My girlfriend was riding on top of me with the barrel of her revolver jammed in my mouth. I felt the front sight rubbing painfully at the back of my throat. My eyes watered; there was a coppery taste causing me to gag. It was way past my comfort zone.
Still, I was hard.
It wasn't just the gun. My girlfriend was naked except for her cowboy hat, gun belt and boots. I felt her spurs digging into my thighs as she used them for leverage.
Her bouncing increased in frequency as she neared orgasm. With her free hand she waved her hat in the air like she was riding a bucking bronco. The gun barrel rattled around my mouth against my teeth. I was concerned she would chip them. I was always sensitive about my teeth, constantly worried I would trip and break them. It made me nervous to even imagine the pain and the blood if they got chipped.
Finally she peaked. She took the gun out of my mouth and put both hands on the mattress while she shuddered. It was all too much for me and I came, too. I gripped the bars of the headboard I was handcuffed to and groaned.
She collapsed into a panting heap on my chest. I huffed along with her. We lay there sweating on each other for a few minutes.
She bit my chest and growled, "That was so fuckin' good!"
She kissed me hard on the mouth then pulled herself off me. She walked to the bathroom. Still in her post-orgasm haze, she stumbled slightly, like she was drunk. The sight of her naked ass wiggling was enough to make my dick stand at attention again.
After she was done with the bathroom she walked through the bedroom and into the hallway. I was starting to get uncomfortable. My wrists really hurt. She didn't use the fuzzy love-cuffs people bought at a sex store. These were legitimate handcuffs. She used them for sentimental reasons. She told me she took them off the first policeman who ever tried to arrest her.
I heard her walking back down the hall, her spurs jangling with each step. She stopped at the doorway and leaned against the frame. She had a tall glass of water she raised to her lips to take a sip from. Her eyes never left my body.
"Beth, could you unlock me now?" I asked.
She smiled. She sauntered towards the bed, making sure to move her hips more than she normally did. She put the glass on the nightstand and picked up a key. She spun it lazily around her finger.
"Why? Don't ya' wanna' have more fun?"
"I have to pee."
She scrunched up her face, "That's a good enough reason."
She bent over to un-cuff me, making sure to rub her breasts in my face. She kissed me again once the cuffs were unlocked. I rubbed my sore wrists then stood up to go to the bathroom. She took the opportunity to slap me on the ass.
After peeing I looked at myself in the mirror. She stayed true to her word, this time, and left my face alone. I wouldn't have to come up with another mugging story to explain a black eye.
The rest of my body was not in as good shape. My chest looked like one giant bruise with smaller ones radiating out and down my arms from all the times she bit me. I turned around and on the top of my shoulders were claw marks from her nails.
My wrists were the worst. She'd slapped the cuffs on and tightened them until I squealed. Feeling was just now creeping back into my fingers. Thin cuts circled my wrists. I washed the blood off, but bruises already started to appear. There was no way to explain those away other than handcuffs. And there was no good reason to explain to my co-workers why I was handcuffed.
Looked like it was another week of wearing long-sleeved shirts to work. Wasn't going to be fun with the heat wave Paradiso currently was going through.
I splashed water on my face. It was time for round three.
I opened the door to find a surprise. Beth was bent over the bed with her naked ass pointed right at me. She had her hands cuffed behind her back. She twisted her head so she could look at me over her shoulder.
"Oh, no, the sheriff caught me!" she wiggled her ass, "What's he going to do now that I'm trussed up and helpless?"
