Sisters' Wimp

                             Sisters' Wimp - Chapter 12

       I spent some fruitless time trying my best to free my roped legs from the chair, but gave up in total frustration. Mandy must have been a girl scout when she was younger, for those knots wouldn't budge, no matter how much I twisted and pulled on them. Things looked bleak for me. I could just imagine what would happen to me when the door to this tiny cell was opened and there I was, sitting over a puddle of piss that by then had soaked into the wooden floor. The HR bitch would probably have my salary docked for the cost of cleaning up the mess I made. Worse yet she might have me clean it up with my tongue while she or one of her minions supervised me. By now I was so befuddled that I wondered if I'd be able to look up the skirt of whoever was watching me. It would be just my luck if she was wearing a panty girdle or maybe pantyhose over a pair of white cotton briefs, and had thick, fatty thighs.

       On occasion it was wise to hold out to the bitter end; this was one of those times. My back teeth were floating, but I refused to surrender to this overwhelming urge to relieve the pressure from my bulging bladder. With just minutes remaining until the enevitable happened, there came the sound of a key turning in the lock to my prison. I squinted from the light when the door opened, unable to make out who it was that had just saved me for a humiliating fate. The door closed almost as quickly as it opened. Whoever it was had entered. I groaned inwardly once the light switch was flipped, revealing my nemesis, come to heap even more misery on my already marginal existence. You talk about someone having you by the balls, this one did.

       " Are you happy to see me? I talked Ms. Limenke into letting me visit to make sure everything was alright. I also wanted to remind you about the hundred dollars you owe my mother. She's expecting it tonight, and if you don't have it, she'll turn you into a soprano. When it comes to money, my mom is a real stickler about paying one's debts. Be nice to her and apologize about the money, and just maybe she'll put you back on her good clients list after a few more hundred dollar dates. My mother can be a really good fuck if she puts her mind to the task."

       As she talked, Mandy checked out my bonds and announced her satisfaction that I'd not been able to loosen them. Then she made a big production about looking into the bucket, as if by some miracle I'd been able to reach it and take a piss. The miserable cunt gave me a shit-eating grin, revealing that she knew I was in dire straits when it came to emptying my bladder. She leaned forward and got right in my face as she started the negotiations.

        " Something tells me that you need to take a leak, am I correct? I'll bet if I poked your bladder you'd piss all over yourself and make Ms.Limenke awfully angry at the mess you made. "

       To make her point, she placed her hand where I didn't need it to be, and gave it the slightest nudge, bringing a whimper from me. I begged her to stop and tell me what she wanted. That brought a smile to her pinched face and a sparkle to those normally dead eyes. Then she made her demands, which I had difficulty believing. I was that butterfly all over again. When would I ever learn?

       " Before you can even begin to pee I want you to take care of my butthole with your tongue. I'm not sure I did such a good job wiping it after I took my morning dump. Once you finish making sure I'm fresh and clean, I'll let you pee for twenty seconds, no more. Then I want that tongue to lick my belly until I'm satisfied it's clean enough to do my pussy. Then you will get me off before my lunch hour is over, or you don't get to finish emptying your bladder until we get you over to my house. You up for it stud? "

       I was hung out to dry. My bursting bladder had to have some of the pressure reduced or I'd be pissing all over myself and bringing down the wrath of the HR bitch. I nodded my head and watched as Mandy hiked up her skirt to reveal a pair of cheap, pink panties made out of some kind of flimsy, synthetic material that showed the outline of her shaved pussy. Another mystery solved, I thought to myself. Mandy wasted no time skinning those skimpy panties off, revealing her thin-lipped, scarlet pussy mouth featuring a rather prominent clit.  According to what I'd heard, a big clit meant a hot female. Still holding her skirt up around her waist, Mandy turned and gave me a view of her nearly flat, pimply butt.

       Using one hand, she yanked one of those scrawny butt cheeks to the side, displaying her chocolate starfish. She ordered me to start licking and pushed her bottom into my face for emphasis. I took a deep breath and went to work, sticking my tongue out fully and crossing the nest of pimples that guarded her asshole. I picked up a few traces of salt, not a big deal, and some other mystery material as I closed to her narrow crevice. Once again she pulled one of her butt cheeks to the side and in I went, licking down that fleshy crevice using a switchback technique that I'd been taught by my wife.

       There were a few unappetizing patches of territory that I had to traverse, but in general Mandy's pimple-pocked butt was fairly clean. I'd had worse from my dear wife and her annoying sister. I was far from home however; my mistress wanted the full course treatment, which meant plenty of smooching and lots of  sucking. The smooching was mostly reserved for her unblinking brown eye and the surrounding area. She seemed to enjoy having her pimples sucked steadily and noisily as she moved her body so that no area was missed.

       Until now I had nearly forgotten about the insistent pressure threatening to cause uremic poisoning as the excess piss began to back up into my bloodstream. I guess the tone of my voice convinced her that I was at my limit. Rather than risk putting me out of commission and standing up her important visitors, she cut me some slack. Being bound to the chair made the process of ridding myself of an ocean of the yellow stuff a challenge. Somehow I managed to get the stream started and Mandy even helped matters by holding my joint in a position that allowed me to flood the bucket rather than the floor. At this moment I fell in love with my chief tormentor, which says something about brainwashing techniques for captives. My good feelings instantly reverted the moment she announced that my twenty seconds were up.  I knew she had short changed me, but unless I stopped pissing, she was going to do something very painful to it. Stopping the flow was an agonizing proposition, but having been promised another opportunity to empty my bladder totally, I brought things to a stop.

       Now the fun really started. I was faced with her thin-lipped, shaved pussy to service. This was the moment of truth. Could I successfully satisfy Mandy before the lunch hour for her ended, that was the million dollar question! There still was some degree of feeling in my tongue, which encouraged me. Couple that with my confidence that I was one of the better pussy eaters or muff divers in the local area, made me think I could pull off the feat of getting Mandy Monroe to have a genuine, one hundred percent, pure orgasm. A quick reconnaissance with my tongue came back wet and salty. Mandy was more than primed; all the work on her backdoor evidently paid dividends. For the first time in a long time, I felt as if I had a fighting chance to overcome my adversary. Mandy Monroe was not Jill or for that matter, Paula either.

       I began by nibbling on those thin pussy lips, leaving a trail of imprints in my wake. She occasionally grunted and once I thought she almost groaned at one particlarly hard bite, just below that fat clit. Then the target, that blood-bloated, hot button was in my sights. Sucking and kissing it made her grunt and move her pussy up and down my face. I slipped my tongue into that steamy twat and gave it a good lashing. Her legs began to shake, a good sign that she was really getting into what I was delivering. I captured her clit and started worrying it with my  teeth. Her hands came down on my head and started guiding my face to her sweet spots, as all the time she gasped and moaned. The pressure was building and I put everything I had into the next few minutes. I sucked, licked, bit and even planted loud kisses on that rapidly growing lump of sex energy. She was almost there, her shaky voice urging me to bite it harder.

       It took a few seconds for it to sink in that her volley of obscenities and curses indicated that she was starting her orgasm. Then she slammed her twat into my face so hard that it felt like someone punched me. She repeated this over and over as she took a wild ride to a place that no man has ever been. I hung on for dear life as she exploded again and again, that pussy drooling a steady stream of cunt sludge that gradually coated the lower half of my face that was still jammed against her twat. I don't know how long she quivered and moaned, but there was no doubt that little Mandy had just had a big girl's orgasm. At that point I felt a twinge indicating that my bladder wanted some attention. For once I did the right thing, waiting patiently until she returned from her trip.

       " I wish I knew then what I know now about you. I'd have never left you alone with my mother. From now on its a double date, but for the same price; that is as long as you keep delivering that kind of action. I haven't had an orgasm like that in almost a year. "

       Her comments gave me a warm feeling and so I dared suggest that she honor our arrangement. It took no time at all to start peeing, and to me it seemed I must have pissed at least a quart into that bucket. That's when the little bitch stuck it to me, but good. She put the bucket down and came up with a cup from the plastic lunchbox she brought with her. For a moment I thought she was going to give me a drink of water, wrong guess! She reached down and scooped up some of my piss from the bucket and presented it to my lips with an evil grin. I pulled my head away and got a slap across the face for my troubles.

       " Here's what's going to happen if you don't be a nice little wuss and drink all this nasty piss that you just peed in the bucket. I'm going to pour all this piss over your head and shove my panties into your mouth and let you explain to Ms. Limenke about your little accident. I'm sure she'll be thrilled to mop up the mess and then put your stinking, piss-soaked body in the trunk of her car to take you to my place. I don't think so, do you? "

       She had me by the balls, and we both knew it. I sighed and opened my mouth. It tasted sharp and salty, but I chugged it down. She fed me a second and then a third cup of the stuff and the taste never improved. Then she did something strange, wadding up her cheap panties and using them to soak up the remaining piss. If I had my wits about me, I'd have realized where they were going to go. It wasn't until she grabbed one of my ears to control me and shoved the piss soaked panties into my mouth, that I realized just how nasty this little bitch could be.

       " Spit them out and I'll twist your balls so hard you'll beg me to put them back! "

       The venom in her voice convinced me I was outgunned. I did what any self respecting wuss would do, I opened my mouth and accepted her piss soaked underwear. Out from that lunchbox came a roll of duct tape that was used to make sure her panties would stay in place. Then to top things off she withdrew another pair of fresh undies and slipped them on that shaved pussy. There was still one more surprise in store for yours truly, and it was quick in coming. She reached down and got a good grip on my cock. I was startled by  her move, but when she started to jack me with enthusiasm I thought she was giving me a reward for doing her bidding.

       She stroked and my cock grew hard. She stroked faster and harder, and I felt my balls growing tight. I was on the verge of an epic outburst when she abruptly stopped. Quickly she slipped a cockring around the base of my throbbing dick and tightened it until my eyes felt as if they were going to pop from my head. She stepped back, her eyes sparkling, and enjoyed the view. Then she picked up her lunchbox, and gave me the finger just before turning off the light and exiting. I had been totally screwed.

                       ( To be continued - rolf palsy )