Wolf In Sheep's Clothing

She approved. Prayuth wasn’t 100% why the fact that she liked what she saw under his pants mattered to him, but it did. It had been a long time since he’d ever been on ‘equal ground’ with a partner - it was always with fans, one-night stands with women who weren’t looking for anything serious, and he was fine with that. But this was different. This was control being taken away from. And as much as he didn’t want to say he liked it, as much as he hated being blackmailed into it…

Well. His dick couldn’t lie.

He gasped as her feet came to his face, grazing against it, then gasped again, louder this time with an arched back. He got so wrapped up in the sensations that he almost didn’t register her choices, but when he did, he had to take a moment to contemplate. Really wrap his head around it.

He did like the feel of her feet on his face, more than he expected to, but he wasn’t sure he could have them smothering him out while he did the work below. Wasn’t he could last that long. And the idea of her feet on his shaft, working him off...it appealed. But he liked the idea of drifting off. Just fading out under her.

A middle ground, then.

”What about…” He cleared his throat and spoke up. ”What about C? Sit on my face, and work me off like that?”

Rizu was rather skilled at masking her reactions when she wanted to, but Pray’s answer clearly was a surprise. She hadn’t at all expected him to suggest an option other than the ones she had provided. The sadistic nurse briefly debating punishing him for it. But on the other hand, just because it wasn’t her idea didn’t mean it was a bad one. She had very much enjoyed sitting on his face earlier. And though he had clearly been surprised and resistant to it then, he must have enjoyed it to some degree too to be asking for it again now.

“Very well. Option C it is then~”

Her feet moved off of Pray while she rose from the bench to stand, with one leg at either side of his prone body. Then Rizu slowly lowered her hips, taking her sweet time in the descent, seeking to build his anticipation while giving him a great look at her ass while it came closer and closer to him. Then at last, she sat right on Pray’s handsome face, humming in delight while she shifted on top of him to get comfortably settled on her perch.

Then, placing her hands on the ground for support, she brought her stocking-clad feet to his erect shaft. Rizu’s smooth soles began to rub up and down on opposite sides of his cock in unison. “Holding up alright down there?” she asked half-teasingly, knowing any answer he offered would just be muffled under her rear.

Prayuth was rolling the dice here, and he knew it too well. He still remembered how she snapped earlier, the way she’d been so controlling and domineering, and he wasn’t sure how strict she’d be on the choices. She could put her fist down, say no way, and punish him for disobedience. Knock him out. Send him home with supper.

It turned out, though, that she not only liked the idea, but liked it a lot. He wanted it? He was getting it.

Prayuth took deep breaths, readying himself as she descending on his face and plunged him into darkness once again. This time was different. He didn’t struggle, didn’t really fight back. He turned his head a bit, muttered in her ass, gave her a yelp when she asked her question, but aside from that he just laid there and enjoyed the softness.

Oh, and the foot around his member. He enjoyed that, too. Quite a bit. He’d already been on a high for the past hour or so, aroused by Rizu whether he noticed it or not, and he wouldn’t need too much prompting now that she was going for the kill. He grew hard and stiff, perfectly erect, and he began to squirm underneath her, his body wrapped in the throes of pleasure.

Close now. So close…

Rizu purred and giggled at Pray’s muffled reply, which vibrated nicely against her. She lightly shook her hips back and forth a couple times, forcing his face to move right along with her. It wasn’t so much to adjust her position for comfort as it was for the sweet feeling of control, just making him move any way she desired. Of course she enjoyed feeling his face pressed against her so intimately. But for her the true pleasure in this was all about simple domination. She wasn’t sitting on the face of some pervert who had wanted this from the start. Rizu had earned this by wrestling this man, an actual wrestler, into total submission. He had gone from resisting, to worshipping her feet on command and offering his face as a seat. His breathing was hers to control, as was his pleasure.

Her smooth, stockinged soles continued to rub against his erect manhood. Occasionally she spread her toes to get his shaft between them while she rubbed. Rizu made sure to rub as much of her feet as she could against him, letting Pray feel the ball, arches, heels and toes all brushing against him.

Sensing he was already close to the brink, she decided to push him right over. Once more placing his stiffened member between her soles, she rubbed along its length at a faster pace, while waiting curiously to see how long Pray could last before he reached his limit.

To say that Prayuth had mixed feelings about all of this would be, at the least, an understatement. He had ‘mixed feelings’ about things like, say, the Star Wars sequels, especially since they denied that cameo appearance he wanted. This was something much deeper than that.

Just a few minutes ago, he’d been hating everything about this. Being tricked. Blackmailed. Used as this crazy woman’s chew toy. It wasn’t something he would’ve been down with, never thought to get this kinky before, and he knew his career was being dangled in front of him, used like a whip to get him going.

But his reactions, the way he was feeling now, what he’d asked for…

It was something to ponder. A thought buried beneath mountains of pleasure, as her feet worked him and pushed him right over the edge. His body shook as he came, shooting out like a geyser with a few spurts afterwards, as his body shook and quaked beneath her - how much of that came from the orgasm and how much of it was his body struggling underneath her, it was hard to say, and it didn’t much matter. It was a wild burst of pleasure as his lights began to turn off, fading fast underneath her...

It wasn’t very long at all before Rizu’s feet pushed the actor-turned-wrestler over the edge. She wasn’t entirely sure how much of that could be attributed to her footjob or how much was a result of everything she’d done to him in the time that preceded this. In any case, the total package clearly did its job wonderfully.

The nurse could tell Pray was tiring beneath her, likely to slip out of consciousness soon given everything, not least of all the oxygen she was denying him by sitting on his face. And though she didn’t plan to torture him in another hold, she did fully intend to put him out here. Whether Pray had accepted his fate or not, the body typically fought back on instinct when threatened with unconsciousness. So as a preemptive measure, her hands went to grab his wrists and hold them down.

“Good boy. Now… It’s time to go to sleep again,” she said. Her feet moved to his belly, rubbing against his abs to dry themselves off. All the while Rizu remained firmly seated on Pray’s face, denying him any breathing room while she waited patiently for him to drift off under her.

If Rizu was waiting for Prayuth to go to sleep, then she was in for some good news - she wouldn’t have to wait for very long.

Prayuth was a fighter at heart, and his body followed that even now, going into a bit of a spastic fit as it found oxygen to be scarce commodity underneath this woman’s ass. He thrashed. He kicked. He bucked. He turned this way and that. But the actions were all weak and deluded. He’d been knocked out twice already, nearly knocked out once, and he’d just spent his load after a hefty buildup - ‘spent’ was the right word to describe all of this.

There was a shudder, a little burst of energy, his body rose for one last attempt at freedom...and then it fell, sagging into the floor with all the energy of a wet dish rag. Spent. Utterly and totally.

There were worse ways to go out, he had to admit. Far worse ways.

It proved to be a good thing Rizu had the foresight to hold Pray’s arms down. His body was clearly and severely weakened, but his instinctive struggles likely would have disrupted her balance and thrown her off of him if she had not restrained him like this. But as it was, the sadistic nurse felt the thrilling sensation of dominating the trained fighter’s will with her own, knocking him out for a third time tonight.

When she was sure Pray was out, Rizu rose off of him, then went to get his phone. Turning on the camera, she strode back over to Pray’s unconscious body, raised a stocking-clad foot, and brought it down to rest gently on his face. She aimed the phone first at a mirror along the wall beside them and took a picture, capturing the full pose. Then she pointed it directly down, focusing specifically on the foot planted on Pray’s handsome face, and again snapped the picture. This one she saved as the lock screen on his phone, so every time he turned it on he would be greeted with a reminder of what had happened here tonight.

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Whenever Pray next woke up, he would find Rizu kneeling next to him, wearing the same gym clothes she had put on at the start of their little spar. The deceptively sweet smile she’d worn when they first met was on her pretty face once again.

“Are you alright, Pray-kun?” she asked, looking up and down his body as if searching for any sign of injury, even though she already knew there were none. Even the evidence of the “climax” of the night had been cleaned. Rizu had not dressed Pray, but his clothes were right next to him, and his phone resting in the pocket of his pants.

“Your driver will be here soon to pick you up, so you should probably get dressed. I told him you got a little carried away and overdid it showing me your workout routine.” She was giving him an out, something to explain away what had happened without having to tell anyone he had just been wrestled into physical and sexual submission by a nurse. Hopefully he was aware enough to pick up on it. Rizu had gathered plenty of blackmail material tonight, but she had no intention of destroying his career. She just wanted him to know she could.

“I had a wonderful time, Pray-kun. I do hope you’ll come visit me in my office now and then~” Whether or not that was a subtle order or just the lighthearted suggestion it sounded like, she’d let Pray guess for himself. In the meantime, she set a bottle of water down next to Pray, reached a hand up to gently pat his head, then stood and walked up out of the basement gym, leaving the door open for Pray to follow whenever he was ready.