How to Handle Her I have to admit, it was an interesting way to be hooked up, but it was well worth it. We had known each other for several years, but neither of us had ever expressed an interest in the other outright. Until her roommate, with whom I was doing a show, told me she had asked how to get me to go out with her on a friendly date. So the friend in the show asked me to just call her. So I did. When I did, she was nonplussed, but simply asked, "So when are you free?" "When do you want me to be free?" "Don't be a smartass. What about tonight?" No slow worker, this one. "Okay, your place at, say, seven?" "Cool. Dress is casual. Don't plan on keeping your clothes on all night." Whoa! This girl was abrupt! "No problem," I said, wondering what the hell she had in mind. I knew she had a reputation for the bizarre, but who was I to judge? I knew what I liked, and for all I knew, she might like the same. Smartly at seven, I arrived at her apartment to find her in a tight red sweater, showing off her newly acquired body. She had lost more than fifty pounds in the past year, although none of it was lost from her breasts. Red hair to the shoulder, and a short red skirt under the sweater, and her whole body glowed. Red leggings, red heels, and for the kicker, a red lace cameo choker (I was really enjoying the fact that this little item was so much in vogue). She was not wearing the glasses that I occasionally saw perched on her nose, which made no difference, since the first thing you saw when she walked up was not her eyes. "Well? Are ya just gonna stand there, or are you coming in?" I stepped in, slowly, still not sure what was going on. "Where are your roomies?" She smirked. "Oh, they all went out for the night. We've got the place to ourselves." She turned on some music, Pearl Jam, loudly enough to cover several other noises in the building. "Come on, I made food." "Food? What for?" "Well, you're gonna need your strength tonight. Sit. Pasta con broccoli, with a generous helping of mushrooms to build up the sexual appetite." She didn't beat around the bush! "To drink, I thought wine would be nice, but I figured we should have some hard stuff to chase it with." She poured two shots of Southern Comfort. "Here, to fucking like animals." "Cheers." I downed it. Southern Comfort is famous for picking up the libido, and everything else in the room was made to order for a night of unending sex. I smelled trap, but I was too turned on to even try doing anything about it. She downed hers, then poured herself another and passed me the bottle. "Not yet. I don't want to lose control too soon." "Oh, don't worry. You'll have complete control soon enough." That was certainly an enigmatic statement! "Let's eat. I'm starved." Obviously, food wasn't the only thing she was starving for. We dug into our food, which was wonderful, and then settled down in the living room for a drink. She poured two more shots, then settled down on the couch next to me, leaning on my shoulder and looking into my eyes like a poor lost kitten. "Do you find me attractive?" I was about to sputter my answer, then realized where this was going. I decided not to play her game, and instead started one of my own. "You know I do. But why haven't you said anything until now?" She flitted her eyes. "I don't know. Maybe it's because I didn't realize until recently how much I wanted you, and after A. told me about your... past." Hmmm. Just what had her roomie said? "Well, I don't really advertise, but I had always thought maybe you and I would have the right chemistry. You know, though, that I'm not Mr. Socially Outgoing." "I know. That's why I finally just said, fuck it, and told A. to tell you to call me. I almost didn't believe it when you did, though." "Why shouldn't I?" "I don't know. I'm just glad you did." Was this a side I had never seen before, or was she playing me for a sap? I stood my ground. "Well, you wanted me here tonight pretty badly. So what's the real story?" "Ummm, just what I said. I want to see what it would be like." "A. doesn't know what kinds of things I like, does she? But I'll bet you do. I'll bet you like them too." She stroked herself, teasingly. "I'll bet. Think you can handle me?" "Yes." We kissed. She moved her hand over my crotch, feeling a raging erection. Slowly she unzipped the fly, and kissed the head of my cock as it raced out of its cage. Her silken lips encircled the head, and slid down the length, her tongue fluttering the scrotum on each pass. I felt I would lose my load there, but she stopped, and looked straight at me. "I like it rough." "Good." "Do you like it rough?" "Yes." "Top or bottom?" "Top." "Have you ever strangled anybody before?" Caught offguard but enthralled, I said, "Yes." "During sex?" "Yes." "Could you handle me?" "Absolutely." "So. Handle me." I kissed her. Our tongues met, then danced in her mouth as I grabbed her breasts. I could feel that she was not wearing a bra under that sweater, and her nipples were already hard. It was not from the cold, either. I reached for her throat, putting my hands around her neck, and gently pressed my thumbs into her. She moaned softly, and her tongue got more excited. I squeezed, and she began to gasp as we kissed, but her tongue never slowed, getting in fact more excited by the second. She pulled back. "That's fine, but I want to continue this in back. My room." She took my hand, grabbed the Southern Comfort, and led me to her room. Her room was already dimly lit with candles, but I could see her bed covered in a sleek red silk sheet. I also saw, with some excitement, that there were handcuffs on the top two metal posts, already latched. To the bottom two posts, I saw leather straps connected to loops, which I recognized as ankle restraints. Above the bed on the wall, in reach of the bed, was a shelf with a whip and a short length of rope. She set the bottle down on a table next to the bed, then beckoned me to the bed with a single finger. "C'mere. Handle me some more." I moved to the bed, lying down on top of her, and kissed her again deeply. I began to fondle her breasts, but she moved my hands to her moist clit, which was, I now noticed, unencumbered by panties. I rubbed her clit softly, sliding a finger in and out of her, and she moaned softly. I now noticed that the music had been turned down, and offered to go and turn it back up. "Forget it. Don't worry about it. Nobody will hear us, or, at least, they won't hear me." We kissed again, and I began to remove her sweater. Her breasts bounced as the fabric slid over and off of them, and I saw for the first time, nipples as large as old dollar coins, and as hard as my cock. I began to nibble on them, then bite them, as she moaned and sighed. "Harder." I began to bite her nipples hard now, feeling my teeth bury into her flesh. I sucked each one raw, but she just moaned ever the more, getting more and more excited as I got rougher and rougher. "Restrain me." I nodded, not stopping the force on her breasts, but grabbing her wrists one at a time, placing them in the cuffs. When they were both in metal, I moved down to her ankles, placing them in their appropriate restraint. Then I began to lick her all over, starting at her toes, moving to her knee, then her clit, and finally to her belly button. When I reached her stomach, I deftly removed her skirt, which was simply snapped on at the waist, and flung it to the ground. "Fuck me hard." I stood up on my knees between her legs, undoing my belt, and slid my jeans down and off. Those, too, went to the floor. Then I slowly slid my cock into her, rocking into and out of her already very wet hole. She moaned loudly, and I picked up the pace. I built up to a rhythm, and she began to moan even louder. I stopped. "Why'd you stop?" She shouted. "Because you're gonna have the cops here with your moaning," I retorted. I knew she wanted me in control. "Well, then, keep me quiet." I grinned. I slid back into her, then lay on top of her and built up a rhythm again, until I felt myself spasming. I pulled out, coming on her stomach, and she yelped. "What the fuck was that? I haven't even gotten started." "Don't worry, neither have I." First, I cleaned the come off of her stomach with tissue. Then, when I started removing her restraints, she groaned desultorily. When she was free, she sat up, arms crossed. "Maybe this isn't what I wanted. You should just go." I grabbed the whip. Deftly, I unraveled it in front of her. She stared, but repeated, "Just go." "No. I'm not done, and neither are you. Turn over." She whimpered, but lay down on her stomach. "On all fours. Up." She didn't move. I cracked the whip on her sexy ass. She yelped. I repeated, "Up!" more forcefully, and she stood up on all fours. I climbed back on the bed, behind her, and slowly entered her. She moaned, but pouted at me over her shoulder. I threw back a glance that would have made my mother back off. I grabbed her hips, pulling them toward my crotch, and she moaned loudly again. Slowly, I built up a rhythm to the music that was barely audible in the other room. She leaned her head back, moaning so loudly that the wall creaked. I grabbed her hair, and began to thrust madly. She began to moan and yell as I did so, and I didn't stop her for the moment. Suddenly I slowed, and she looked over her shoulder at me. "What, is that it?" I grinned. "Hardly." I reached above her head, and grabbed the rope that was there. Slowly, I placed it around her neck, looping it two times. She looked at me, but made no noise. Slowly, I began to thrust again, tightening the rope as I did. "Think you'll stay quiet now?" She tried to reply, but I stopped her with a quick tug, and she gagged. Instead, she thrust against me forcefully, almost begging me to do my worst. I thrust into her again and again, slowly tightening the rope around her neck as I did. She tried to moan loudly, but couldn't get more than a gasp out. In halting tones, she said, "Make it last a while. I love being light-headed." I tugged the rope more, but not too much, and she threw her head back, asking for more. Still holding the rope, I grabbed two handfuls of hair and pulled, eliciting an excited gasp from her. I pounded into her harder, not tightening the rope too much, until an eternity seemed to pass, and she came, jism running down our legs. I didn't stop. She wheezed. "I came!" "I'm not finished. Keep going." She gasped, a long, excited gasp, and pushed back into me. I continued to plunge into her roughly, and tightened the rope around her neck. She began to grunt, but stayed with it, urging me to make it ever tighter. She began to wheeze. "I'm going." I tightened the rope more, pulling back as if they were reins, and she jumped slightly. "I'm going." I thrust in earnest, feeling myself build to the point of no return. I was about to pull out, when she said... "I'm gone..." She went limp on the rope, I pulled out of her and sprayed on her fine ass. She crumpled onto her arms, and I quickly loosened the rope from her neck. I turned her over onto her back, and lifted her head so she wouldn't swallow her tongue, then lightly kissed her. She coughed and wheezed, the color slowly returning to her face, and looked at me with red eyes that matched her earlier outfit. "Is that how I should handle you?" She smiled grandly. "Ohhhh, yes!" She took a big breath, and I kissed her once more, deeply. She then said, "Just how much work will it take to get handled like this more often?" "Well," I said, "That depends on how much you like to cook."