Poor Baby

"Poor baby," she whispered.

We were lying in bed.  I was on my back, knees slightly spread.  She was
on her side, snuggled up against me.  Her hand rested in my crotch,
gently rubbing my balls.  She cupped them, supporting their weight for a
moment.

"So full."  She gave my balls a gentle squeeze, which slowly increased
to a firm grasp.  I inhaled sharply, and squirmed a bit.  She loved
being able to make me squirm.  She smacked my balls lightly a few times,
gently spanking them.  She knew I loved it.

She slid her hand along the length of my cock.  It had already slightly
hardened from her attentions.

"Now, I know it gets harder than this."  She walked her fingers across
my stomach, up my chest, to my nipples.  She circled one with a
fingertip, then pinched it firmly.  Again, I gasped, and gave a little
shudder.  She pinched it again, then switched to the other side.  A few
more pinches, twists, and tweaks were lavished on my nipples, then her
hand returned to my cock.  It was a little harder than it was before, ut
still not quite enough for her tastes.

Again, her fingers walked up my chest, bypassing my nipples and moving
on to my mouth.  She traced the outlines of my lips with her fingers.
"What do you want?" she asked.

"You know what," I moaned.

"Tell me," she whispered.

Her hand had returned to my cock, which gave a little twitch as I
whispered "Smother me."

"I can't sit on you... on your face, I mean.  You know it's my period."
My cock continued to harden as her hand moved back to my face.  Gently,
lovingly, she pressed her palm over my mouth.  Her thumb and forefinger
rested on each side of my nose, making a V shape with my nose in the
crotch of the V.

My breath whistled in and out of my nose.  Her finger and thumb rested
against my nose, but not tightly enough to completely bock it.  They
just restricted my breathing slightly, increasing the effort required to
inhale and exhale.  After several breaths, she moved her thumb in,
pinching my nose shut.  I held my breath for several seconds, then tried
to exhale.  My nostrils flared against her finger and thumb, and my
cheeks puffed out slightly.  The air made a squeaking sound as it was
forced between her fingers.  I then tried to inhale.  Her grasp wasn't
perfect, and I was able to suck some air in, but my diaphragm and chest
muscles quickly became fatigued.  Even though my lungs were not nearly
full, I had to stop trying to inhale.

She relaxed her grip, and I sucked in a full breath, filling my lungs
completely.  She immediately resumed pinching my nose shut, but this
time she had repositioned her hand slightly.  Her palm completely
covered my mouth.  There were no small gaps to allow any air in or out.

I held my breath... or, more accurately, she held it for me.  After
several seconds, I turned my head to the side, breaking her grip.  her
hand returned to my crotch, and found my cock much harder this time.
She gripped it firmly, and gave it a few strokes.  Then her hand
returned to my mouth.

Once again, she placed her palm firmly over my mouth, and pinched my
nose shut between her thumb and forefinger.  Again, my breath was cut
off.  After a few seconds, I again turned my head to the side.  This
time, her hand came along, and continued to block my breathing.  I
turned my head back and forth a few times, but her hand easily kept pace
with my "struggles."  I moaned against her hand, not so much in complaint
at being smothered as in ecstasy.  After thirty seconds or so, I reached
up and pulled her hand from my face.

It immediately returned to my cock, which was throbbing and twitching as
if it had a mind of it's own.  She gripped my shaft and again gave me
just a few strokes.  Her hand then moved again to my mouth, sealing it
tightly, pinching my nose firmly shut.

Again, I held my breath for a while, then tried to dislodge her hand by
turning my head from side to side.  She maintained her grip, continuing
to smother me.  Again, I reached up to pull her hand from my mouth, but
this time she resisted my efforts, using her strength to maintain her
grip.  I, of course, was stronger, and managed to lift her hand with
some effort.

Again, she gave my now oozing cock a couple of swift pumps.  I could
hardly stand it, my cock twitching in anticipation.  She sat up,
cross-legged, by my side, and placed her other hand over my mouth.  She
couldn't pinch my nose this way, but she positioned her hand right up
against it.  While I was still able to breathe, I had some of the
feeling of being smothered.  She also grabbed my balls, and gave them a
squeeze.

"Should I just leave you like this?  Or do you want to come?" she asked
me.  I moaned into her hand.  She grasped my cock and slowly moved her
hand up and down, taking three full seconds for each stroke.  At this
point, I was mad with lust, and all I wanted was to come.  I begged her
to just finish me off, my pleadings muffled by her hand still held
tightly over my mouth.

"You're too noisy," she scolded me.  "We'll just have to do something
about that."  She reached over to the drawer in her night-stand and
pulled out a roll of duct tape.  She quickly tore off a strip and
pressed it over my mouth.  This freed her hand, so she could use her
fingers solely for pinching my nose closed.  Which she promptly did.
Her other hand resumed it's exquisitely slow trips up and down my shaft.

With my breath cut off by her fingers, and the tape sealing my mouth, I
was smothering again.  My attention was split between my need for air
and the slow, gentle, but firm strokes she was giving my cock.  I was
delirious with the desire to come, and if she would just increase her
speed slightly, I knew I would.  I also was feeling the need for air.
Twenty seconds had passed without any chance to breathe.

She looked into my eyes, smiling, and said "Poor baby.  You _need_ to
come, don't you.  But you can't come any more than you can breathe.  But
you can't.  Not while I'm smothering you.  And you're not even being
smothered the way you like, are you?  No, you want me to sit on your
face.  You want to taste my pussy, don't you?  Smell my ass.  Be crushed
beneath my ass and pussy.  But you can't."

I couldn't stand it any more.  I reached up and pulled her hand away
from my nose.  She immediately released my cock, and said "Oh no, I
don't touch you 'down there' unless I'm touching you up here," and she
touched my nose.  What a choice!  She would stroke me slowly, exquisitely
torturing me to orgasm, but only if I let her smother me at the same
time!  What choice did I have?  I guided her hand back to my nose.

She pinched my nostrils once more, and her other hand resumed its slow
strokes.  My body quivered as I strained upwards with my hips, trying in
vain to increase the speed of her strokes.  Again, I was forced by my
need for air to pull her hand away from my nose, causing her to also
stop stroking my cock.  I hurriedly gasped air in and out of my nose,
trying for the deep cleansing breaths I needed so desperately, but only
managing short gasps and snorts.

I hadn't had enough air, but I knew if I waited too long, without her
gentle strokes, it would take me even longer to come.  I quickly pushed
her hand back towards my nose, and she resumed both smothering me and
stroking my cock.  I knew I was getting closer to coming, but my lungs
were on fire.  My whole body was shaking with the force of my impending
orgasm.

Suddenly, she released my cock, but maintained her grip on my nose.  I
bucked and squirmed, trying for that last bit of stimulation I needed to
push me over the edge.  She leaned over, and without loosening her grip
on my nose, looked me in the eyes, and whispered "Poor baby, you're just
going to have to _smother_ until you come."

That was all it took.
