Pressed Down (by invite only ^_^)

[Parliament]

"AH! Done!"

Angeline walks out of her office cubicle. Another day's work- another addition to her bank. The building was just a couple of blocks away from the studio-type flat she was residing in with another man- her boyfriend. For 8 months they have been living together right after graduation from college.
She is one of the top on and off-line electronic programmers of a prestigious company that produces business software in non-mainstream. Always been the silent type, this woman is often seen walking alone and rarely with her lover (maybe it's because she didn't often went out). Her life was home- office- home. Because of this, nobody among the her friends or the other people she knows have an idea on what goes on in her house- but the man she was living with alone.
The trench coat flaps in the wind as she walks down the curb, following the single yellow lane on it- then progresses into run as she gets near her home. Fumbling for her keys, she gets inside, taking the coat off and leaving it lying in front of the door as it slams behind her, her black pumps flying off her feet as she runs inside, the crisp, cream short-sleeved blouse clinging loosely on her torso over a sharp skirt reaching down midway her thigh. It was usually this way- herself always being the first one to arrive at home, her man working at another place not far from where she is, but not the type of far where you can walk to it.
Angeline has a lithe build, slim at 5"8, a light tan being the tint of her skin, her hair crowned by a thick, soft and kinky light brown hair- your average woman often mistaken for a snobbish bitch, of which her 'playful' side always remained hidden and oblivious to all. Turning on the television, as she sits on the floor, a rather close distance from the screen, she finds a tape set on pause on the screen.
"Oh Arce... another one of your porno tapes."
She mutters to herself chuckling as she stretches her legs across the floor, and crosses one with another. Angeline played it anyway, since it wasn't new to her sight. There was a massively built guy pumping up and down in front of a skinny girl, screaming her head off as she was scratching the back of the man.

It was damn irritating.
"Oh my God... Do I look like that?"

It was a question she often asked herself when watching one of Arce's videos which she often played while they were doing it, or the sounds often blasting in their home- leading them to the constant fucking-anywhere-when-the-itch-screams routine. It was not so bad- but Angeline has just started to realize it- maybe they were starting to look like a porno-vid too. Arce was a damn hot artist alright, but it was not being used fully by her. The couple was squirming like worms put in a salt bath as the man erupts inside the screaming pansy slut, making Angeline grimace a hell of a lot at it, deciding to just turn the crap off.

And what if she made her man scream by trapping cum in his balls?

 

[Rhovan]

Arce

Arce was riding the D Train. He was thinking about his nice, quiet evening at home. Fucking, Dinner, some more fucking, then sleeping to prepair himself for more fucking in the morning prior to work. It was a good life, when they did go out -- which was rare, they got along famously. They had cliqued in every way one might clique. He stood in his business suit, having forgotten his coat at work. The train rocked as it moved though the underground tunnels carved out just for this purpose.

Eventually the train came to a halt, and Arce climbed off, trudging up the steps towards top side so he could get home to Angeline, and fuck away his problems and stress from the day. He entered his building and started to climb the steps to his 5th floor walk up. Slipping the key into the lock, he entered the apartment and immediatly caught his feet in her jacket, which was laying on the floor. He barely has enough time to drop his brief case and grab onto the door frame to keep from face planting in his own digs.

Arce straightened out in the doorway, having suffered in silence. He stood a full 6'1", and his shoulders were broad. He didn't carry all that much muscle, but he had the looks about him that if he wanted to, he could be a professional body builder. His hair was short and dark black, his skin pale as he never took the time to tan and was stuck in long pants and long sleeve shirts all day.

Arce entered the living room just as Angeline shut off the un-mistakable sounds of sex. "She must have been watching one of my tapes," he thought to himself as he cleared his throat to make his presence known.

He spoke out loud this time, "Is something wrong dear? Usually your all over me when I get in the door...but instead I only tripped on your coat. Which video were you watching anyways?"

Arce could see the devlish look in her eye...most times that look was incredibly fun, but a couple times it had nearly gotten them arrested. But Arce trusted her, and as such, was willing to do anything for her.

"Whats up babe?"

 

[Parliament]

"Oh- good boy! You're here... just in time."

Angeline lets her grin spread further on her face as she pushes herself up from the floor, lifting both her hands to the top button of her blouse to start unbuttoning it, rubbing the tip of her nose on her man's cheeks and lips as she meets up with him.
She pulls out the blouse tucked in her skirt in a couple of pulls, her mouth parting, her teeth scraping on the surface of the smooth and flawless, hard-chiseled face of Arce. "How was your day Angelcake? Been looking forward to coming home?"

With her blouse now open, the black strapless cotton bra hugging her chest, the skirt just hanging on her waist, showing off the string of the black panties, she had started to work on his neck and jaw line with her tongue, sucking every square inch of the skin she can get her tongue one, leaving light red marks on them. Undeniably, even with the writhing and screaming from the video that she found rather odd- it got her hot, a little warm on the insides to prepare her for what she had been thinking.

She will be taking her man as a little boy again.

"Oh yes.. Yes! You've been looking forward to this haven't you? there's actually nothing wrong baby- I was just watching that video you left on in the VCR. You sure know how to make me think about you..."
At the last tone of her speech, a hand shot down on his crotch, roughly taking a feel of the large, soft, and warm member beneath the expensive cloth of his pants and the boxers beneath it- "You... you wore undies today. Good boy baby!"
Her body has pressed tighter on his surface- her breathing gasping on his skin. This was her usual greeting- but a bit slow and unagressive. Arce had always been the giving one, allowing her to always paly with him- almost as if he had given his self up to him like he was giving her a teddy bear or a security blanket.

"What if you don't get what you're soo looking forward to today Arce?" She snarls deeply into his ear, licking on the earlobe like a wildcat finding good meat.

 

[Rhovan]

Arce

"Oh- good boy! You're here... just in time."

Arce looked around, and then down to his watch. "I'm always here at this time.." then she was right in front of him, her hands unbuttoning her blouse as her nose pressed against his face lightly. Then she untucked her blouse, her teeth brushing his face as she spoke again. Her breath hot on his skin.

"How was your day Angelcake? Been looking forward to coming home?"

Arce didn't know what had gotten into Angeline, but he liked it. "Same old day really...but now that you mention it, yes. I have been looking forward to being in your arms again."

He felt her mouth plaster itself to his flesh, and his hands released his brief case, then went to her hips, holding onto the edge of the skirt before tucking themselves under the string of the black panties and pulled upwards on them, forcing the panties very tightly to her body.

"Oh yes.. Yes! You've been looking forward to this haven't you? there's actually nothing wrong baby- I was just watching that video you left on in the VCR. You sure know how to make me think about you..."

"I left a video...I mean, right. Yes. I wanted you to think about me before I got home...to heighten the lust effect on you..." His hands held her sides now, with the strings of her panties laced in his fingers as she continued to maul his neck with her mouth. Then she had a grip on his cock, and he jumped a little in surprise. "Easy doll.." he cautioned her.

"You... you wore undies today... Good boy baby..."

"I've been wearing them since you told me to start...why?" He could feel their bodies tight together, her mouth and breath all over his skin as he held her sides firmly, keeping her panties tight to her.

"What if you don't get what you're soo looking forward to today Arce?"

"What are you talking bout Angeline...what has gotten into you honey? You're acting all...different." He didn't know what to say, so instead he pressed his thigh between her legs, trying to grind the flesh into the crotch, to turn her on some as his cock hardened in her hand, which was gripping him tightly through the clothing he wore.

 

[Parliament]

"Not at all different baby- If ever I am 'different,' then it's gotta be your fault."

Her other hand has begun unclasping the button of the jacket on him, dropping it on the floor in a pile with hers. Angeline was starting to begin to wonder whether her man could be a good subject for an experiment she was bound to do- all but willing to find out if he can do it. And if he can't, he WILL produce the results she wants.
The her hand was loosening the tie binding his collar to his neck, loosening the black cloth from it, and then tugging it off his body over his head. "And if you don't want this- then it's all good- heh."

But she was resuming what she was doing, herself wincing as the cloth of her thongs starts to dig in her fully waxed cunt with one of his thighs grinding in her- now wet and warm that one near enough could sense the steam emminating from it.
"We've got a free week ahead of us baby- and we have not made any plans."
She then lets go of the tie and goes down to unbutton his shirt. The other hand has started to unzip the fly, leaving the button still clasped on top of it. The fingers had slid in to take the cock out of the cloth, all semi-hard in it glory, the thick girth filling her hand- the length exceeding her grip. "But I did..."

To their right was the dining table- built for four person out of wood in a gothic-victorian motif, just plain varnished. This was were they ate and sometimes- just slept when it comes to the point that they coult not get up anymore after a long fucking session (so long and furious that they would wake up with a thick sticky film on the surface).
And it going to this direction that she was pulling him with her, unlocking herself from the contact of their body first, then grips him by the collar, sitting him on the smooth, glossy surface.
"I can't believe you're thinking something is wrong with me."

 

[Rhovan]

Arce

"Not at all different baby- If ever I am 'different,' then it's gotta be your fault."

"Don't get me wrong babe...it's not bad...just different."

They were still locked tightly together, her one hand holding his cock through his pants, her other hand now moving to unbutton and remove his own jacket. Then she was pulling his tie off from around his neck.

"And if you don't want this- then it's all good- heh."

Arce raised a confused eyebrow, having no idea what she was talking about. "Are you going to rape me babe?" And his cock throbbed in her hand at the idea. He could feel the heat from her crotch on his thigh, she was loving this as much as he was. So he ground his thigh into her harder.

"We've got a free week ahead of us baby- and we have not made any plans."

"True..." he paused as her hand deftly dropped his zipper and pulled his cock from the front of his pants, letting it hang lewdly from the front of his body, her hand lightly gripping it as she unbutton his shirt with ease and skill born of pratice.

"But I did..."

"What are you talking about?" Arce asked again, he liked this new side of Angeline, but he didn't understand it at all. Then she stepped back, and grabbed the collar of his shirt with one hand, and using her hold on his cock with the other hand, she led him to the table, sitting him down on the edge of it.

"I can't believe you're thinking something is wrong with me."

"I'm sorry I said wrong...I ment different...give us a kiss will ya?"
He leaned forward from his spot on the side of the table to try and kiss her lips.

 

[Parliament]

Angeline blinks at the man's question shaking her head, stopping for a while as she tugs his collar tighter, jabbing her tongue out to give the wanting lips a light lick, then rests her forehead against his chin, her eyes looking up at him: "Rape you? Honey your imagination is getting to limited. Those videos have been infecting your brain too much."

So then she lets go with a large push, a brow lifted without any expression on her face, stepping back to take the wrap around skirt from her hips and lets it drop down to the floor. After doing so she then lifts a finger- motioning Arce to stay, maybe implying not to move even a bit from where he is then turns, wakling back to the tie on the floor to pick it up, putting it on her neck instead.
Walking back, runs a finger on the rim of her bra, thumbing it away from her skin but does not take it off, her lips pouting to plant one on her boyfriend's lips.
Putting out a finger, she runs it over the surface of the cock- the most sensitive part of her boyfriend aside from the fact that he loved stuffed toys- and candy. The tip fircling the pee slit, she leans down on the little protrusion of the thick pubic hair she often combed- smelling the strawberry oil she had just pmpered his organ with. The scent makes her close her eyes to exhale a good whiff of air, nuzzling the tip of her nose on the crotch as she puts her hands behind her back. With the sniffing too was the running of her tongue over the underside of the cockhead, her eyes still fixed on him- "Hungry baby?"

 

[Rhovan]

Acre

He feels her grab his collar with her hands and jerk his chest forward some, her tongue lashing at his lips before she leans forward, forehead resting on his chin and looked up at him. As she spoke, he could feel her breath hot on his throat.

"Rape you? Honey your imagination is getting to limited. Those videos have been infecting your brain too much."

"Wait...rape is to limited? Then...what are you going to do?" He finishes his sentence just as she shoved him backwards and down onto the table. He took a step to keep his balance but his ass hit the edge of the table and he dropped onto his back, his feet hanging off the side of the table and his cock pointing at the roof as it shook slightly from his movement. He saw her unwrap her skirt which revealed the tiny panties she wore, which were pulled up hard against her lips where he had left them. He went to stand but saw her motion him to be still, so he lay there, his hands moving to behind his head to help him see her better.

He saw her turn and walk towards his tie, and he took in her whole body. She was still wearing the blouse, but it was totally unbuttoned and showed off her strapless bra, which matched the panties she currently wore. Then she put the tie on and starts to walk back towards him, running her fingers along the edge of her bra. Then she leaned over and kissed him, at the same time, running a finger along the head of his cock. She flicked her finger over the tip, and then she drew her head away from his face and placed her nose in his pubic hair. He didn't mind the oil she put on his cock each morning, as it did smell good and nobody but him and her knew she did it. He felt her nose running around his crotch as she clasped her hands behind her back. Then she dragged the tip of her tongue under his cockhead, at the very sensative skin underneath.

He locked eyes with her just as she asked, "Hungry baby?"
He looked confused for a moment. "Yes...but food can wait...why are you being such a tease today doll? Usually we've fucked three times by now...and if you aren't going to rape me, what are you going to do to me?" He didn't look worried, he trusted her totally, he just looked confused, but his cock was straining, looking for more contact with her tongue and mouth. As if his cock and her tongue were good friends, they hung out together on weekends.

 

[Parliament]

"Yes...but food can wait...why are you being such a tease today doll? Usually we've fucked three times by now...and if you aren't going to rape me, what are you going to do to me?"

"Ah- just some stuff I picked up while you were sleeping." She lied, all but eager to find out more about her man- more of stopping at what he really wants to do. Her lips, a loving pair of light pink has started taking a feel of the cock's skin, her hands tugging him down by the thighs a bit, all but to get him near her. After doing so, she pulls up a chair and sits down, parting her thighs, exposing her cunt to the air, the black thong failing to hide the red flesh of her moist and glistening sex, its lips parting as if aiming to swallows up the wood of the chair as she starts to grind against it, building herself up.

Whimpering, she gets her hands up to unclasp the button of the pants, tugging it off the man with the boxers, the woman throwing it off to one side in one snap, one hand grabbing the balls immediately as she slides the cock in her mouth, her tongue rolling around it as she winks up the man , "Arce- " she says, the words garbled with the large organ in her mouth, "push it in- "
And so her mouth rightens around it, her cheeks sucking the huge meat in her mouth as she sucks it in deep but does not exert the effort to make the cock go in her mouth. Her hair, tied back in a single braid on her back, off from her face, making her cheeks show off the light blush. Her other hand goes up to the dark, short curls of the pubic hair, combing it lightly with her fingers then tugs it hard, as if trying to get some tangles off carelessly, every strand stinging into the skin, "let me do the work this time... but you have to listen."

 

[Rhovan]

Arce

"Ah- just some stuff I picked up while you were sleeping."

Arce thought about that for a moment, and came up with two possiblities. She either went out and bought stuff, or she had been playing with him while he was unconcious. He feels her drag him to the right spot on the table, then she grabbed a chair as if she was going to eat. He looks down his front, down her front and can see her spread thighs, her black thong nearly buried between her lips as she grinds her body down onto the chair.

He feels her unbotton his pants and he's brought back to what was happening, then she pulled his pants off and threw them away, her hand immediatly grabbing up his balls. "Woahh...easy with those babe...please be gentle."

Then she slides her mouth down over his cock, he can see her wink and then he can feel the vibrations in his cock as she talked around it. "Arce- push it in- "

He looked at her for a moment, not sure what she ment exactly, but she lined herself up on his cock and her cheeks collapsed in as she started sucking on his cock. Only the head of his cock was in her mouth, so he thrust his hips up and forward, trying to bury the rest of his cock in her hot, wet mouth.

He could see her playing with his pubic hair, and he was again surprised by how much she loved it. "let me do the work this time... but you have to listen."

"Yeah...anything...I'll listen," he said as his hand slowly made it's way for her braid of hair. If he could get ahold of that, he could control the blow job himself, not her.

 

[Parliament]

She blinks, feeling the hand move up towards her hair, making her move up a bit to the man, pressing her bowdy down on his, the hand caressing the balls growing gentler, the cock pressing on her stomach. Her lips go up to the chest, playing kisses on the warm skin on it, her lips alone touching its surface, nothing more.
"Pssh... I don't want to hear another crack from you dear."
And then she moves up, on to the lips, locking her mouth over Arce's as she lefts one legs, her foot resting on the space beside where he is sitting on, her ctoch open against the cock, her sex lips enveloping both the crotchband and on side of the organ's stiff shaft. The moistin of the woman continues to commence, the inner mose depths of her cunt conrtacting- desiring so much for the cock to fill her once again. But no- she didn't want to do that yet, not tonight, not here.
Her tongue slaps against the innercheeks of the mouth, her teeth scraping against the mouth and his own teeth. Her lips had went in the mouth to suck on the lovely tongue, her hips gyrating hard against him, the pussy lips seeming to imitate her mouth against the cock, rubbing up and down on the shaft, moisting it with the excitement she was getting, her breasts pumping against his chest from beneath her bra. She has aimed all of her weight on his- wanting to disarm him, wanting to make his usually strong department weak.

Then- like a broken CD, she then tugs away from the man, then walks towards the kitchen and onto the fridge, leaning forward as she opens it, her eyes serching its depth intently- scanning every bit in ther, until finally she comes across something- sweet and round, with little specks of color on it. With a smirk, she grabs the round thingy and keeps it in her left hand, hiding most of it with her grip and then strides back to the front of her lover, rolling it in her hand with the left brow lifted- "Honey..." She says in a low voice, a little smile playign on her lips as her right hand tugs off the weak thong off her body and pulls the bra from her chest and over her head, dropping it on the ground. She then lifts herself on the table, kneeling on the man's lap, her thighs trapping his betwwen them, her body straight up as she beholds Arce- lying down beneath her, "...fuck you." She snarls as she leans forward, taking a lick of the round thingy in her left hand as she lifts herself up a bit to position her self over the cock, lowering herself slowly on it, sucking on the big sugary jawbreaker in her left hand, whimpering aloud as she takes in all the hugeness of Arce's sex member, stopping as she takes in almost all of it, but not down to the base.
Electricity was surging through her- pumping her blood at the fastest rate through her veins, her chest heaving so hard that her rests seem to bouce a bit as she heaves. Her head tilting back as she continues to taste the candy's surface, "GOD! ARCE! That cock! OH!" Her comments, all pitched up in a high yet rough voice, her body arching forward as she recieves the cock, her right hand sliding up to the male's right nipple, clawing on it slowly but deeply- so deeply that it has started to dig in the skin's surface and quickly goes back up to grip the dangling portion of the tie.
"Arce! Uh baby... You are soo gonna be doing something that would hurt tonight!"

 

[Rhovan]

Arce

Instead of his hand gripping her hair, she moved up. She wasn't sitting on the chair anymore, she was crawling up his front, and her grip on his now aching balls was relaxed so that she wasn't causing any new pain, but the dull ache was still there. He can feel his cock brushing against her naked stomach as she kissed his chest lightly. Then she said something completely unexpected.

"Pssh... I don't want to hear another crack from you dear."

She continued to crawl up his body, until her lips touched his. She planted a foot beside his leg so she could crush her crotch down onto his. Her lips were sliding up and down the sides of his cock, and the material of the thong was caressing the underside. He humped his hips upwards, so that he could slide more between her lips, his head brushing across the material that still covered her clit as he tried to get more stimulation for himself and for her.

He desperatly wanted to be inside of her, but he wanted to see what she would do to him. So he lay back, his hips humping upwards as her tongue invaded his mouth, lashing at his cheeks, and teeth. Then she pressed her lips into his mouth and sucked on his tongue, which was wiggling furiously between her lips, like a fish out of water. He could feel her rythmically rubbing her pussy lips against his cock, feeling her juices all over his cock, which was rock hard, as hard as it could ever get. He could feel her bra covered breasts rubbing against his bar chest, her shirt falling to either side of his torso to viel the action beneath and behind. The way she was sitting, he couldn't get up if he wanted to. His toes didn't really touch the ground, and her weight was centered on his shoulders with the way she was leaning forward.

Then she got up, and he groaned loudly. He watched her move into the kitchen and, bending at the waist, he saw her looking through the frige. He can't see what she grabbed from the frige, and he was a little worried. "Honey..." He watched her left hand conceal the item, and her right hand tug her panties down to the floor, and throwing her shirt off as well. It quickly strips her bra from her body tossing it over to the side. She climbed up onto the table, her legs on either side of his leg. She again had him trapped so he couldn't get up due to the position of her weight. "...fuck you." Then she leans close to his face, holding up the jaw breaker that was in her left hand. She licked it and dropped herself down onto his cock, letting it slide deep into her body but not all of it.

Her breasts were heaving as she tilted her head back, screaming in a high but rough voice. "GOD! ARCE! That cock! OH!"
She was leaning over him, keeping him held down to the floor. Her hand grabbed his nipple, digging hard into the flesh. Then she released it and grabbed the tie that was around her own neck, now the only garment she wore.

"Arce! Uh baby... You are soo gonna be doing something that would hurt tonight!"

"Shit baby...that hurt itself," he brought a hand up to rub at his nipple, as he couldn't do much else due to his position under her.
"What are you talking about hurting for? What do you have planned for me babe?" He bucked his hips under her as hard as he could.

 

[Parliament]

"Shit baby...that hurt itself,"
"Oh no... babe? Damn... No! That did... Oh! that did not hurt. Shit..." Angeline was had her walls contracting on the cock, like a tightening grip of a biker on her motorbike, feeling the rush of the wind go faster and heavier against her. The manly organ has invaded once again every space in her sex, her tongue wandering wildly over the massive sugary ball in her left hand, her drool making it glisten in her tight and hungry grip. Lowerin and lowering herself- that was the only way she was going, making her crotch kiss its opposite flesh with its wet, sloppy lips.
"What are you talking about hurting for? What do you have planned for me babe?"
This one made her look her man straight on to his eyes, her lips letting go of the sweet treat, herself lowering her head parallel to his, licking the sweet juice of her lips, nuding his chin with her forehead- "I said no more crack from you baby... When will you learn to listen and obey me immediately?"
With this, she lowers the breaker on to his lips, running it lightly over them, rubbing firmly- her eyes watching this activity, "I think you're just beginning to get jealous of me candy right?" She was forcing it through his lips, lowe ring her body completely, eyelids fluttering but her eyes remain wide as she meets up with each of Arce's bucking with a hard slam, pursing her lips tightly to regain her presence of mind- of course she herself, cannot fail at this.
"Now now baby..." She growls, looking down at her pumping ass, bucking back faster, taking in every act of her cunt and his meatloaf's meeting. "OH GOD!" She yells out, closing her eyes for a moment- stopping a bit as if trying to hold back something, as if a ringing had gone throught her ear, making her face flushed with a deep red color. Her eyes open up, sweat breaking on her forehead, "Arce- oh teddybear..." She has stopped herself from failing in her own experiment. She has denied something.

She lifts her left hand from the mouth of her lover, taking the tie, placing it over the jawbreaker on his mouth, her cunt slamming the pumping hip down- making Angeline pant harder, her lips intense- "Now baby... you definitely can't talk."
And she ties the cloth back, trapping the large candy on his mouth. She kisses the cloth, securing the tie at the back of his head- "now.. you can't talk..."
Blinking- the female winks as she slides her hands at the back of her man's arms, lifting him up with the strength she got- his ear close to his- "Listen... we're playing a game... it's called Denial."

Darting out her tongue, she runs it on the right ear lobe, making fucking motions with the tough stabbing of her wet muscle at the soft and smooth lobe- "You cum- you loose. AND I know how much you despise loosing. You loose- you get no sex. You don't cum lest I tell you. I'll do the same..." She then lets go smiling down at the man, loosening the grip of her thighs so he can move again.

 

[Rhovan]

Arce

"Oh no... babe? Damn... No! That did... Oh! that did not hurt. Shit..."

He looked up at her confused. "Yes it did hurt," he thought to himself as she tightened her muscles on his cock inside of her. He could see her licking and sucking at the jaw breaker in her hand and he was still confused by that item. He could feel her licking at his lips, and taste the suger of the jaw breaker in her saliva and on her lips.

"I said no more crack from you baby... When will you learn to listen and obey me immediately?"

Then the jaw breaker was coming towards his panting mouth, rubbing his lips gently but insistantly with the candy.

"I think you're just beginning to get jealous of me candy right?"

He went to ask her what she ment, but then she forced the jaw breaker into his mouth, feeling it catch behind his teeth and fill his mouth completely. At the same moment, she dropped herself onto his cock, burying it to the root but his moan was caught by the jaw breaker, letting out little more than a hiss.

"Now now baby..."

They were both looking down between them, at her ass rising and falling, and her cunt swallowing his cock over and over again.

"OH GOD!"

Then she stopped moving on his cock, her face flushed and she she looked straight into Arce's eyes. "Arce- oh teddybear..."

Then she grabs the tie from around her neck and wrapping it around his head and the jaw breaker, she tied it tight behind his head. Using her hips, she slammed his body to the table, preventing his thrusting up into her body.

"Now baby... you definitely can't talk. now.. you can't talk..."

Then she lifts him up by her arms, his cock still buried in her as his hands gingerly went towards the back of his head to un-tie the tie.

"Listen... we're playing a game... it's called Denial. You cum- you loose. AND I know how much you despise loosing. You loose- you get no sex. You don't cum lest I tell you. I'll do the same..."

She was sucking and licking at his ear, which he loved. He didn't like the idea that he wasn't allowed to cum, but at least she wasn't either at the same time. Then she let him go and he fell backwards with a thump, his hands moving from the tie in the commotion. But there they were again, heading for the knot in the tie to free his mouth once more.

Of course once the pressure was off his hips, he started to slam his cock back up into her again, trying to get to that orgasm she was trying to prevent.

 

[Parliament]

He was starting to compete- making her even more determined to pervent anything from coming out their fuck tools. He was building her up, strengthening and hieghtening the friction at the hole intended for his own pleasure, the walls of her cunt fighting him back- jabbing every stream and waves of flesh pleasure they can give the mistress's user to taunt him into his own high.

She growls, her teeth clenching, shwoing off both rows as she grabs the man's wrists, pulling it to her with a strength she was getting from the heat in her chest and crotch- powering herself up with it as she pumps back, slamming, her cunt slapping against the male crotch, "No you won't Arce! Yess!!! Baby... oh my God... ah!" Her fingers were burying themselves on the man's thick wrists, her eyes half-closed, her lips parted to let out the heavy exhales and sucks in the ever-needed air, her hands forcing down the strong arms on to the table, slamming them with a large thud against the polished wood.
Her wide eyes locks down at him, leaning forward as if she was taking a close look on the man- "Don't try..."

 

[Rhovan]

Arce

They were like animals now. His hips were slamming up into her with all the force he could muster from his precarious position, and her hips were slamming down with considerable force as she sat in the position of power. He muscles clenched and his cock pulsed and throbbed as they fought each other. Him to make them both climax, and her to prevent those climaxes.

He could hear her growling and could see her teeth as she snatched his hands out of the air and drew them to her chest. Her fingers and nails were digging cruely into his wrists and his hands held tight to her breasts. So so tight as her hands on his wrists, but probably a little uncomfortably tight.

"No you won't Arce! Yess!!! Baby... oh my God... ah!"

She pulled his arms up and then slammed them to the table hard, the bones in his wrists screaming in protest just as his cock was screaming it's need to bury itself and fill her.

"Don't try..."

She had made a challenge, and while she had the upper hand, he was stronger. So he started to force his hands up from the table. If she wanted him restrained, she would need to use more than her own body, and his hips never slowed. In fact, his hips had taken on the jerky double thrusts where he pushed in his whole length and then pulled back a bit, thrust in, and then pulled all the way out. That thrust signaled he was very close to orgasm, and if he stayed inside of her, he was going to cum...

 

[Parliament]

The big slam had pumped in her- and he was close to cumming after a few more thrust, as she was.
Angeline then pulls herself up from the cock, completely leaving it hanging in the air, and if her cunt knew how to speak- it would have cursed her, not wanting to leave that enormous piston whose duty was to always warm and wake the cunt up. Her pussy lips once again clasps the sensitive shaft of the man, leaving the head poking up to the two, up her chest, throbbing. Yes she could feel the throbbing and the tight hardness of the loaf, her reaction being the opening of her eyes, the brows still knit into a tight expression, her lips sealing and parting once again as she lets out a groan and a hi- "Shit... Oh god Arce..."

The vagina was holding something back- with every effort she can contain in her stomach and her pleasure hole. She could feel her lover drawing his arms back which she counters with a jerky pull towards her sides, gambling all the strength left in her to do it, her face turning into an expression of mockery.
"You think you can use your manly powers on me now huh? No fucking way my big whore..." She gasps out, wheezing, her voice pumping out air and high snarls. Her clitoris then lets the cock take a feel of it, the little button taking advantage of the moment to slam itself on the erect member, Angeline pumping up and down a the side, making the tension ease off from her body.

The woman slides down, sitting back on the chair, with her arms giving every effort it has to pull the man up to the sitting position, his shirt crumpled on his thick back and arms. It was one of his very good shirts- he might have hated to ruin it. The sight of its state only makes her smile, getting eye contact from the man- "I never knew you could be a good hungry boy teddybear! I must keep your mouth sealed all times..."
She was still panting hard, the sweat not only on her forehead but her neck, back, and chest, stabbing her tongue out on to the balls to take one of the sacs between her lips, her hands still trying so hard to hold down the massive arms, her lips sucking hungrily on the soft balls, her cunt grinding down the cold wood of the chair- now heating it up fast with the moist and tightness of her hole.

 

[Rhovan]

Arce

He slammed upwards to get himself deeper into her cunt, but she had pulled herself up and away. His cock was now just waving lewdly in the air. He could feel her lips wrapped around the side of his cock, pressing it up between their bodies. They locked eyes as she toyed with his cock, trapping and releasing it between her cunt lips and their stomachs.

"Shit... Oh god Arce..."

As he tried to move his arms, he felt her force them to her sides, then she made a funny face at him, as if he was weak."You think you can use your manly powers on me now huh? No fucking way my big whore..."

He grunted against the gag, again trying to get his hands up to release it from his mouth. He was intent on removing the gag and he would work at it until he got it off, or she restrained his hands.
He loved how she kept rubbing herself against him, but he wished she would just get back on him and fuck him to completion. Then she was off of him and sitting on the chair, bringing him up into a sitting position again. His shirt was off his shoulders, but it was a long sleeve shirt, so it was bunched up around the cuffs, preventing it from coming off. It was expensive but he didn't care at the moment, and he didn't notice that it was already restraining his hands some...

"I never knew you could be a good hungry boy teddybear! I must keep your mouth sealed all times..." He grunted in responce and again went to reach up to remove his gag. He could feel her mouth on his balls, one being sucked into her mouth as her hands kept his to the table. He could see her literally humping the chair, leaning forward some to get at the corner of it.

He started to scoot his ass forward, if he could get off the table, he could turn things on her, and then he'd show her what fucking really was. He had to be careful however, because she had one of his balls in her mouth.

 

[Parliament]

Her boyfriend was starting to try and get off the table, to which she looked up at him to give a flash of a warning glare. Her mouth sucks in the sac gently, her tongue taking the form on its surface, feeling the globes slide on and off her- the softness and firm-jelly like texture amusing her amidst her effort to try and keep the man down.
Then he was coming closer to the edge of the table- his ass almost off it- now able to get off, maybe even use all of his strength on her, and she didn't like the thought of it for now. Angeline just had to stop fucking down the edge of the chair even thought she was letting herself cum on that point. Her nails had dug deeper into the wrist, the outsides of the points where her fingers were buried had taken a bloody red color- but no wounds. Given this, she gives another tight and quick tug on his arms, placing them on his stomach one in top of another, two hands keeping the thick limbs down. "Just don't attempt it anymore Arce- shit..."

And with her head, she budges both thighs apart once again and runs her teeth on the right inner thigh of the man, her tongue greedily licking on the lightly salty skin, sucking at the white space of it, savoring it as she were licking on some massive candy wall. Another budge from the large man- this made her look up at the poor, struggling but still handsome face, making her squirm in her seat at the carefully defying look on his face, making her think of a little pouting young girl. She then traps a bunch of skin in her teeth to bite it down firmly, making it last for a few long seconds, then releases it. No 'sorry' look is shown in her face- but a stern, commanding one- "keep still..."
Angeline then loosens her grip on his arms- thinking that he had his lesson.

 

[Rhovan]

Arce

He could see her glaring at him over his groin and chest. She still had one of his balls in her mouth, and so he really didn't want to piss her off. He saw her slow her thrusts against the edge of the chair and he could feel her nails press even harder into his flesh. She was just on the edge of breaking the skin, he could feel it. When she folds his arms over his stomach, he looks confused over the gag. Then she holds his arms down with both of hers.

"Just don't attempt it anymore Arce- shit..."

Then she is spreading his thighs, which still hang a half inch from letting his feet down to the floor. He could feel her mouth all over his thighs, licking and nudging it with her mouth. Arce moved to get his hands free of hers and then when he looked down, he could see her face for a moment. She had that look on her face that said, "if you try that again, I will kill you." Then she bit his thigh. She bit it so close to his groin, that it was nearly one and the same. Then she releases his arms.

But he was very close to cumming, and he could smell her arousal from her grinding against her chair. Arce lay back, his hands on his stomach and his thigh in her mouth. His cock was purple with need as it waved about in the air, jerking to the beat of his heart. He wanted to cum badly, but like she said, he didn't want to loose.

 

[Parliament]

Arce had settled down, Angeline patting him on thigh for it.
Her eyes settle down on his cock- the organ throbbing in front of her with an angry look on it- ready to charge on her anytime and ready to shoot out its madness with a massive projectile force. Her tongue then goes back up around the base of his cock, savoring the roughness of the hair around the base, the tip of her tongue squirming around it, stabbing like a blunt-tipped knife, each stab giving a good push that was weakening to tickle with every flick up the base of the erect, purple organ.

She knew that her man wanted more of the pumping action from her cunt- she knew that he badly needed to cum like she did. But this was a competition over control, and she wasn't going to loose over her male puppy, and she wasn't giving up on making him give it up.

Her tongue, from the base of the male ogran lays itself on the sensitive skin- slding back up to the tip and ends up doing little hard circles over the pee slit, flicking itself hard at it, her mouth locking over the little hole to suck in hard, forcing the juices he was holding back with much effort, telling him that he shouldn't waste his energy on holding that cum. She won't really deny how thristy she was to taste his thick, hot wad once again, but it will be sweeter knowing he was failing. With her right hand she clasps the whole length of the member, wrapping tightly around it, choking the thick meatloaf, pumping the fist in a fast motion, the cockhead sliding in and out from the pouted lips, the tongue sliding out of the mouth to give a good rubbing and flicking underneath the head. her other hand then moves the chair up closer to the table, her breasts now thrust up towards the man's ass, the two cheeks parted wide enough for her to see.

 

[Rhovan]

Arce

He wanted to move his hands. He needed to move his hands. He groaned against the gag as her tongue went back to his cock, licking and dragging itself across the flesh at the base. He could feel her pressing hard at the base but then drifting off as it approached the head. Which would be the culmination of his orgasm.

Then her tongue drifted to the head, and started to flit and flick about. He shuddered and groaned, but now that he was thinking of complex mathematical equations, he was farther from orgasm than he expected. Then she brought her hand into the fray, grabbing his cock tightly, pumping up and down hard and fast. He could hear her taunting him, about his need to cum, but he couldn't focus on it. Then she placed the head of his cock into her mouth, pumping the shaft and licking and sucking on the head was something he loved. He heard the chair move closer to the table and he lifted his head to look. Her breasts were touching the underside of his thighs and ass.

So he wiggles his hips, feeling the skin brush her nipples gently. He knew she was hot, because she had humped the chair. He lifted his right foot, exploring with his toes for a moment. Chair...knee...knee...one quick re-adjustment, and his foot was in her crotch, his large toe pressing against the wetness of her panties as he wiggles his toes against her flesh.

 

[Parliament]

"O!"
She mutters against the meat in her mouth, making her hips involuntarily go forward to meet the wiggling toes, and as if her sex had a brain for itself, the clitoris starts to rub her rounded and hard figure over the big one, like a little chicken nodding and rubbing itself against someone who took her into his arms.

She can't hold it in anymore- perhaps she as not too ready, or she was just too weak to follow her own mindset. Angeline looks up to Arce's face, a hand going down to grip the ankle of the foot on her pussy tightly, her other hand shotting down to one of her breasts to grip it tightly, shaking it furiously like it was a round cock- "Wanna- wa... wanna cum Arce? I'm... I- I can't hold it in anymore!" She lowers her head, her face blushing in shame, disappointment, and pressure- her cunt now sliding the man's big toe into her hole, the woman getting up a bit from the chair to start pumpiong up and down on it, her mouth now letting the cock sink up down to her throat, the tongue lashing and stabbing against it, slapping it like a mother to her whore daughter- the head bobbing up and down furiously- gagging with every slam of the cock against the back of her throat, milking the cock with the intense lips, replacing the tightness of her cunt that usually wraps around it. Her cunt was sucking in the toe- her clitoris slamming against the surface of the foot- Angeline was bound to cum anytime so-

A warm gush of cream goes over the toe and the foot, the warmth steaming from her cunt, the juices stringing, Angeline pumping hard, her head bobbing up with the anger from being the one cumming first, her head rotating to different was, the cock even hitting her inner cheeks at clumsier times.
"Shit- fuck you Arce... cum! Cum you damn sperm machine!"
Her mind was screaming out- her groaning and moaning trapped as garbled sounds against the large meaty stick.

 

[Rhovan]

Arce

"O!"

He could feel the vibrations shooting across his cock in her mouth, and her hips start to hump against his foot and writhing toes. He could feel her raising and lowering her hips a tiny bit, as she humped back and forth against his large toe, trying to get herself off. Then he could feel her hand grab his ankle and he tried to pull his foot back. She wasn't supposed to be cumming, but his position prevented him using the strength of his leg, and her grip prevented his foot slipping away. She even came off the seat some to keep his toes in contact with her flesh.

"Wanna- wa... wanna cum Arce? I'm... I- I can't hold it in anymore!"

He could halfway understand her, the vibrations sending his cock wild and he finally noticed her hand on her breast, mauling it with her fingertips. He could see her face blushing, and he knew that she didn't want to cum, but his little effort had sent her over. He could feel her cunt suck his toe straight into her body, his cock burying itself in her throat. He felt her tongue swirling around his cock, or what parts she could get at with the head buried in her throat and he suddenly decided he had to cum first. He could feel her gagging on his cock, and the involuntary clenching of her throat because of that sent him wild. Her lips were like a band of steel, threating to strip the skin from his cock like a banana.

He thought about the incredible eroticism of the moment, and he came. Huge jets of cum gushed down her throat, passing her tongue entirely as his hands come together behind her head and drag her down. He holds her for a couple seconds as the hot ropes of cum splash into her throat and are forced down into her stomach by the perastaltic waves of her throat. Then he felt her cum gush across his foot, soaking the flesh in the fluid he delighted in.

He could feel her moaning against his cock as it pumped the last of it's life birthing seed into the throat and stomach, and he slowly released her head as he didn't want to choke her. His toes continued to wriggle inside of and against her cunt as her body clasped at the intruder, sending smaller and smaller spurts of cunt juice onto his foot.

Arce dropped his head to the table, smiling around his gag with his hands resting at his sides. He won by loosing. Or rather, he lost to make her win. He wasn't sure, he just smiled in the orgasmic afterglow and thought he had done the right thing.

Plus, it was a hell of a fuck.

 

[Parliament]

Sharp jets of cum has streaming down her throat like a fast crawling liquid snake eager to feed her with itself- the cream splattering in explosion in the cavity of her mouth, the hot fluid smearing on her inner cheeks. Even her throat didn't caught up with her greedy hunger of her body for the man's milk- some of it seeping out from one corner of her lips. She continually buries the foot with her cunt- the juice from her lewdly squishing as she moves and squirms against it, the sound echoing with her moans and the sound of her feeding against the male organ. It was like she was making the foot a substitute for what must be in her cunt, her sex liking the warmth and the form of Arce's foot.

And then the cocks soften in her mouth, the woman sliding it out of her cavity to let it land on one of the man's thigh in a pathetic wet slap, her tongue not giving up on the tasting as is runs over the trails of the male cream on the pubic hair, lapping it off the hair and skin, not wanting to leave any trace, maybe to even clean up the usual place its been visiting everytime she is at home from the root and around teh damp curls.

Lifting her gaze up, she sees the man now lying dowm, making her smile to herself. Getting up from both the foot and the chair, she slips on to the table, her cunt resting over the limp cock- both still warm and moist, only the one that houses the cock moistier, the folds trapping once agian the base of the schlong. He looked pleased, smiling beneath the candy gag. She holds herself up, with her hands resting on the surface of the table side by side by her Arce's torso, then slides beneath him to support him while she sits him up, meeting his face with light kisses on his forehead, the smell of sex drafting towards her nostrils as she starts to lap up ont he brdige of his nose, her hands untying the gag gingerly behind his head. As this is done, her tongue reaches down to the trapped candy, taking a lick from the sweet large treat as she locks eyes with the man.

Angeline lets the necktie side off the handsome face, a red welt going from one cheek, across the mouth to the other, the jawbreaker remaning trapped between his mouth and her tongue.