Cowgirl Surprise (Chap2) Saturday
Part1 is here.
https://similarworlds.com/fantasy/naughty-stories/5679214-Cowgirl-Surprise-Chap1-This-is-the-first-chapter-Hello-I-say
I barely had any sleep all night, she is on me every time she makes me hard, which is every few hours, and fuck, I have cum so many times I have lost count. I don't think anything is coming out anymore, but it feels incredible, and if I didn't have sores on my cock from all the fucking I would be loving this.
That and my wrists are sore, and my back, and I need to piss.
I try to get her attention through the mouth gag, and after a few attempts she finally pulls the gag off.
I can see her staring at me, waiting for me to start cursing so she can put the gag back in, so I am quiet, and then say, "I need to piss."
"OK, I have a solution for that" she says, and hops off the bed. In a nightstand at the end of the bed she opens a drawer and pulls something out in a plastic bag, then opens it with her teeth.
I see her rubbing something on it, but cannot see what it is.
She comes over with it behind her back, and then gets in between my legs. Then I see it, a long rubber hose, with a bag attached. She takes my cock and puts some creme on it, pushing some into my urethra, then feeds the end of the hose down.
"What are you doing?" I ask, having never felt anything like this ever. She smiles and keeps pushing. It strangely doesn't hurt, but I see the hose going in, inch by inch until I suddenly have a strong urge to pee and then it slides into my bladder.
I see the urine pour rapidly into the bag, and feel immediate relief.
"Sorry" she says, "but I don't trust you to not fight me if I untie you at this point."
"What if I have to shit?" I ask.
"Do You? I have a solution for that too"
I am trying to imagine her pushing something up my ass. "I'm OK for now" I say finally.
She straps the pee bag to my leg. Its warm with my urine, which is still flowing into it. There is a lot.
Noticing the sores on my cock, she puts some cream on it.
"Did you have Herpes before?" she asks.. "because you have it now" and then she laughs.
Bitch.. I want to say, but I don't. No telling what she might do if I make her mad. Truth is, I have had Herpes for years, but it only shows when I am stressed, which I am right now.
"This bed is giving me a backache" I tell her.
"Aww poor baby" she says.
She gets up off the bed and heads to the door.
"You just going to leave this tube inside me?" I ask.
She stops and without turning around says "Yup, until your next breeding session anyway"
I can hear her in the kitchen and smell bacon and eggs. Fuck, I'm suddenly starving.
A few minutes later she is back, with a plate full of food. It looks amazing.
She puts a piece of bacon in my mouth and I chew it. Fuck, so good.
The eggs she feeds me with a fork.
She offers a large glass of Orange Juice and I drink that down. It has a strange taste to it, but still good.
Hopping off the bed, she goes to the nightstand and retrieves a small box, which she takes into the bathroom and I can hear her opening packages and doing stuff, then she comes back holding a syringe with a long needle, and it is full of something.
She wipes my arm with sterilizer and brings the needle up.
"What the fuck is that?" I ask, alarmed.
"This will improve your sperm production, don't worry, its not dangerous, at least not right away" and then she stabs it into my arm, squeezing the liquid into me. I immediately feel its effect, or think I do.. my heart starts beating faster and I feel a little nauseated. Not sure if I am imagining that.
"I am putting zinc in your food and drink too, that should help too, no sex today, you get a day off to recover, and I need to go into town for a bit. I asked my neighbours daughter to come check on you a few times while I am out. Be nice to her, she is not as innocent as you may think, and has a bit of a mean streak if you get her riled up."
Then she packs up her things and leaves me alone.
I hear a car start not long after.. guess it is my car, and off she goes.
I look at the straps holding my wrists. It seems to be some kind of nylon coated wire, like maybe clothesline wire. It has been crimped to fit my wrist and I doubt I could pull my hand out, but I try anyways, and after a few minutes give up.
My feet are tied with the same stuff. I try moving my feet side to side, thinking maybe if it is flexed enough it will eventually break, but that doesn't seem to be doing anything, the cable is not bending, just sliding around.
I lay here a while and eventually doze off out of boredom.
I wake to the sound of a door closing, and then there she is, staring at me from the door. She looks to be maybe 9 or 10. She walks cautiously up to me, her eyes huge.
"Meg said I should check on you" she says.
"Hello, you must be the neighbor girl Meg told me about?"
"Yup"
'Could you do me a favor, and get a towel from the bathroom to put over me?"
She stares at me a moment.
"To cover up your cock?" she asks
"Yes, that's right, I feel kind of exposed like this"
She reaches over and squeezes the rubber piss hose coming out the end.
"What's this for?"
"For my pee" I say.
"Can't you pee normal?"
"Yes I can, but she put it in me so she wouldn't have to untie me"
She looked at the tie on my wrist.
"Does that hurt?"
"Yes, it hurts a lot, can you untie it for me? I am sure she won't mind"
"Oh no, she told me specially not to do that"
"Did she say why?" I ask
"No"
"Well I can tell you why, it's because she is holding me as a prisoner. I want to go home but she won't let me"
"Why would she hold you prisoner?" she asks
"Do you know how babies are made?" I ask
I can see the wheels churning in her head, but she doesn't say anything, then she turns and leaves.
I call to her to come back, asking what her name is, but I hear the door click closed and she is gone. Fuck, I really screwed that up. Somehow in my sick mind, I thought she would be intersted in that topic.
I try shouting for half an hour "Help I'm being held Prisoner, someone please help me", but there is nobody around here, nobody to hear. I struggle with the restraints again but that is hopeless. I move the bed closer to the window, and try shouting again, but stop when my throat becomes sore.
Now I really feel like taking a shit. I think something in the liquid she gave me upset my stomach. What would "Meg" think if I shit the bed? would she get mad and stab me, or maybe taser me again so she could move me and clean it all up?
Hours go by and I am so bored, other than watching pee run out of the tube once in a while, and struggling to hold in a massive poop that is threatening to explode, there is nothing I can do.
The door opens again, and a moment later the little girl is standing in the doorway staring.
"Please" I say to her, "you have to help me.. I desperately need to poop, and do not want to poop in the bed"
She reaches under the bed and pulls out a bedpan.
"Meg said you might need to, so she said to use this"
She climbed up on the bed and put the bedpan in between my legs.
"Lift up your bum a little" she says, so I do.
She slips the bedpan underneath. It is metal and cold. She asks me to lower myself onto it.
"OK you can go now" she says.
"Don't I get some privacy?"
"Are you shy?" she asks, "I see poop every day from our animals"
"OK fine then, but this is going to be an ugly stinky one, final warning"
She stares at me a moment, then walks out of the room.
I let it go. Gas and liquid shit galore. The room fills with the stink of it, and I can't help farting massively. Everytime I do I hear her laugh from the other room, but after a while, I am done.
"I am done" I shout, and she comes right in holding her nose. She opens the window, then comes over to retrieve the bedpan. It is nearly full and heavy for her, but she manages to get it into the bathroom, and I hear it splash into the toilet, and then a flush, and she runs out of the room and out of the house without saying a word.
With that out of me, I feel much better and again fall asleep. I am woken the next morning to the feeling of someone pulling on the rubber hose in my dick. It is Meg.
"Hi Meg" I say.
"Hello gorgeous" she says back, "you ready for more lovin?"
I pull on the restraints for show, same as always. "Do I have a choice?"
She grabs my cock and jerks me a couple of times, and my mind goes back to this easy sex I am having. Not needing to do anything, no foreplay, no dating, no dinners, no nothing, and she wants to have my baby, and I get instantly hard thinking about being inside her warm vagina again. I am ready for round 2.
https://similarworlds.com/fantasy/naughty-stories/5679214-Cowgirl-Surprise-Chap1-This-is-the-first-chapter-Hello-I-say
I barely had any sleep all night, she is on me every time she makes me hard, which is every few hours, and fuck, I have cum so many times I have lost count. I don't think anything is coming out anymore, but it feels incredible, and if I didn't have sores on my cock from all the fucking I would be loving this.
That and my wrists are sore, and my back, and I need to piss.
I try to get her attention through the mouth gag, and after a few attempts she finally pulls the gag off.
I can see her staring at me, waiting for me to start cursing so she can put the gag back in, so I am quiet, and then say, "I need to piss."
"OK, I have a solution for that" she says, and hops off the bed. In a nightstand at the end of the bed she opens a drawer and pulls something out in a plastic bag, then opens it with her teeth.
I see her rubbing something on it, but cannot see what it is.
She comes over with it behind her back, and then gets in between my legs. Then I see it, a long rubber hose, with a bag attached. She takes my cock and puts some creme on it, pushing some into my urethra, then feeds the end of the hose down.
"What are you doing?" I ask, having never felt anything like this ever. She smiles and keeps pushing. It strangely doesn't hurt, but I see the hose going in, inch by inch until I suddenly have a strong urge to pee and then it slides into my bladder.
I see the urine pour rapidly into the bag, and feel immediate relief.
"Sorry" she says, "but I don't trust you to not fight me if I untie you at this point."
"What if I have to shit?" I ask.
"Do You? I have a solution for that too"
I am trying to imagine her pushing something up my ass. "I'm OK for now" I say finally.
She straps the pee bag to my leg. Its warm with my urine, which is still flowing into it. There is a lot.
Noticing the sores on my cock, she puts some cream on it.
"Did you have Herpes before?" she asks.. "because you have it now" and then she laughs.
Bitch.. I want to say, but I don't. No telling what she might do if I make her mad. Truth is, I have had Herpes for years, but it only shows when I am stressed, which I am right now.
"This bed is giving me a backache" I tell her.
"Aww poor baby" she says.
She gets up off the bed and heads to the door.
"You just going to leave this tube inside me?" I ask.
She stops and without turning around says "Yup, until your next breeding session anyway"
I can hear her in the kitchen and smell bacon and eggs. Fuck, I'm suddenly starving.
A few minutes later she is back, with a plate full of food. It looks amazing.
She puts a piece of bacon in my mouth and I chew it. Fuck, so good.
The eggs she feeds me with a fork.
She offers a large glass of Orange Juice and I drink that down. It has a strange taste to it, but still good.
Hopping off the bed, she goes to the nightstand and retrieves a small box, which she takes into the bathroom and I can hear her opening packages and doing stuff, then she comes back holding a syringe with a long needle, and it is full of something.
She wipes my arm with sterilizer and brings the needle up.
"What the fuck is that?" I ask, alarmed.
"This will improve your sperm production, don't worry, its not dangerous, at least not right away" and then she stabs it into my arm, squeezing the liquid into me. I immediately feel its effect, or think I do.. my heart starts beating faster and I feel a little nauseated. Not sure if I am imagining that.
"I am putting zinc in your food and drink too, that should help too, no sex today, you get a day off to recover, and I need to go into town for a bit. I asked my neighbours daughter to come check on you a few times while I am out. Be nice to her, she is not as innocent as you may think, and has a bit of a mean streak if you get her riled up."
Then she packs up her things and leaves me alone.
I hear a car start not long after.. guess it is my car, and off she goes.
I look at the straps holding my wrists. It seems to be some kind of nylon coated wire, like maybe clothesline wire. It has been crimped to fit my wrist and I doubt I could pull my hand out, but I try anyways, and after a few minutes give up.
My feet are tied with the same stuff. I try moving my feet side to side, thinking maybe if it is flexed enough it will eventually break, but that doesn't seem to be doing anything, the cable is not bending, just sliding around.
I lay here a while and eventually doze off out of boredom.
I wake to the sound of a door closing, and then there she is, staring at me from the door. She looks to be maybe 9 or 10. She walks cautiously up to me, her eyes huge.
"Meg said I should check on you" she says.
"Hello, you must be the neighbor girl Meg told me about?"
"Yup"
'Could you do me a favor, and get a towel from the bathroom to put over me?"
She stares at me a moment.
"To cover up your cock?" she asks
"Yes, that's right, I feel kind of exposed like this"
She reaches over and squeezes the rubber piss hose coming out the end.
"What's this for?"
"For my pee" I say.
"Can't you pee normal?"
"Yes I can, but she put it in me so she wouldn't have to untie me"
She looked at the tie on my wrist.
"Does that hurt?"
"Yes, it hurts a lot, can you untie it for me? I am sure she won't mind"
"Oh no, she told me specially not to do that"
"Did she say why?" I ask
"No"
"Well I can tell you why, it's because she is holding me as a prisoner. I want to go home but she won't let me"
"Why would she hold you prisoner?" she asks
"Do you know how babies are made?" I ask
I can see the wheels churning in her head, but she doesn't say anything, then she turns and leaves.
I call to her to come back, asking what her name is, but I hear the door click closed and she is gone. Fuck, I really screwed that up. Somehow in my sick mind, I thought she would be intersted in that topic.
I try shouting for half an hour "Help I'm being held Prisoner, someone please help me", but there is nobody around here, nobody to hear. I struggle with the restraints again but that is hopeless. I move the bed closer to the window, and try shouting again, but stop when my throat becomes sore.
Now I really feel like taking a shit. I think something in the liquid she gave me upset my stomach. What would "Meg" think if I shit the bed? would she get mad and stab me, or maybe taser me again so she could move me and clean it all up?
Hours go by and I am so bored, other than watching pee run out of the tube once in a while, and struggling to hold in a massive poop that is threatening to explode, there is nothing I can do.
The door opens again, and a moment later the little girl is standing in the doorway staring.
"Please" I say to her, "you have to help me.. I desperately need to poop, and do not want to poop in the bed"
She reaches under the bed and pulls out a bedpan.
"Meg said you might need to, so she said to use this"
She climbed up on the bed and put the bedpan in between my legs.
"Lift up your bum a little" she says, so I do.
She slips the bedpan underneath. It is metal and cold. She asks me to lower myself onto it.
"OK you can go now" she says.
"Don't I get some privacy?"
"Are you shy?" she asks, "I see poop every day from our animals"
"OK fine then, but this is going to be an ugly stinky one, final warning"
She stares at me a moment, then walks out of the room.
I let it go. Gas and liquid shit galore. The room fills with the stink of it, and I can't help farting massively. Everytime I do I hear her laugh from the other room, but after a while, I am done.
"I am done" I shout, and she comes right in holding her nose. She opens the window, then comes over to retrieve the bedpan. It is nearly full and heavy for her, but she manages to get it into the bathroom, and I hear it splash into the toilet, and then a flush, and she runs out of the room and out of the house without saying a word.
With that out of me, I feel much better and again fall asleep. I am woken the next morning to the feeling of someone pulling on the rubber hose in my dick. It is Meg.
"Hi Meg" I say.
"Hello gorgeous" she says back, "you ready for more lovin?"
I pull on the restraints for show, same as always. "Do I have a choice?"
She grabs my cock and jerks me a couple of times, and my mind goes back to this easy sex I am having. Not needing to do anything, no foreplay, no dating, no dinners, no nothing, and she wants to have my baby, and I get instantly hard thinking about being inside her warm vagina again. I am ready for round 2.
