Stripping Stars

Still, Prayuth was doing well. That hadn't changed. Not for worse that was. Actually, his actions had changed for better. It seemed like the closer Giulia was getting to climax, the more eager he was becoming at getting her there.

Giulia had clearly trained him well.

His efforts might have been increasing by the second, but there honestly weren't too many seconds left he had to keep doing that. Soon, the Italian's strong body was overpowered by the orgasm the Thai guy's skillful actions had produced, and Prayuth could probably tell by the distinct sounds filling the room that he had reached his goal.

Not that it wasn't already evident by the Italian's body shuddering with pleasure, before going limp in front of him seemingly all exhausted by the pleasure.

"Uhhh... So..... How does it feel like?" Giulia asked with a feeble voice while panting heavily. "To have me.....all powerless?"

The words were complemented by a deep submissive look right into the Thai guy's eyes.

Prayuth could’ve left now, if he wanted to. The idea did cross his mind, he couldn’t lie. If he were going to do it, now would be the perfect time, too.

Giulia had just reached a thunderous, earth-shaking climax that her neighbors could’ve heard if their TV wasn’t on too loud. Hell, they could’ve felt it, though they might’ve mistaken it for a small earthquake.

Either way, she was spent. She was limp. She was as weak as she was ever going to get. He wouldn’t have even had to run. He could slide off the bed, find his clothes or take a towel if he were really desperate, and just saunter on out the front door. What was she going to do, crawl after him?

But he didn’t do that. Instead, he stayed. And more.

”I can’t say I have too many complaints.” He crawled up her body, sliding up until his leg was between both of hers, his chest pressed into her blossoming breasts and their faces were inches - only a few - apart. ”So...is this all you wanted from the POW match? Because there are easier ways to make this happen.”

Yes, Giulia was having a moment of extreme pleasure. Prayuth had managed to do extremely well, and the moment after her climax was indeed enjoyable. Right now there was very little she wanted to do, even if she could. Of course, she wasn't being that powerless as she was trying to suggest, but she could give Pray his moment of reign.

Apparently he was enjoying the moment as well. Instead of acting like he had just gotten a task accomplished, he was only getting closer to the girl that had punished his body earlier that night in the ring.

"I like to earn my rewards..."

For a change, Giulia's answer was completely honest. Her words weren't trying to distract or mislead him, or disguise her real intentions.

Unlike most of the other words the Italian had let out that night.

As if as an endearment, Giulia then gently closed her arms around the Thai guy's body, as if hugging him tightly to thank him for his efforts, and expressing a willingness to get closer to his body.

But the hug was quickly getting tighter. Tight enough that the Italian suddenly rolled the two around, herself becoming the one on top.

Soon Giulia was sitting astride on Prayuth's chest. Taking hold of his wrists, the Italian pressed them on the mattress above his head, while constantly smiling cutely at him and lowering her chest towards his face.

"So, you like this, having control over me?" she asked in a tender voice. But when it was Prayuth's turn to answer, he could feel some rope coming like out of nowhere and starting to slowly wrap around his wrists...

It was starting to feel like Giulia was earnestly trying to be the strangest, yet most alluring woman that Prayuth had ever encountered.

He laid on top of her, the two of them embracing,and for a moment things were nice. Quiet. Even tender. He could feel her embrace, warm and tight, but it wasn’t quite as overbearing and painful as he knew it could’ve been. It was sweet, tender, maybe even a little loving. It was a stark contrast, given what had happened in the ring and for most of the night, but he could see himself getting used to it. Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to be the case for long.

It was back to old habits, as she rolled around and got on top of him, retaking control. She produced some rope that she’d hidden somewhere, and the next thing he knew, she’d started to tie his wrists up, giving him very little say in the matter.

What he could do, though was appeal to her with pleasure, since that seemed to work so far, and he could even accomplish it like the way he was now.

Prayuth titled his head up, bringing it up just enough for his lips to reach a nipple. He suckled on it, licked at the nipple, even gave it a few delicate nibbles. Anything to distract her from dishing out more punishment or earn a reprieve. The stick wasn’t workng, so why not give the carrot a try.

”I like it.” He worked her nub between his teeth. ”Thought you were liking it, too.”

No, Giulia wasn't about to hand out the control of their night to Prayuth on a silver platter. She had given him a taste of it, found out what he would have done with it, but she wasn't going to let him become the ruler for good.

But would that mean he would be forced into a tough position again? Not necessarily. Granted, Giulia was tying his wrists together once more, but instead of the earlier punishment, her plans consisted mostly of teasing.

Well, teasing and pleasing.

Prayuth seemed to somehow be aware of that. The first spot on Giulia's list was held by introducing Prayuth closer the curves on her chest, but before she could even try teasing him with them, he was already all over them. Well, all over a nipple to be honest, but that was frankly already as much as he could have been.

The Italian's plan had been to teasingly lower them right above his face, to maximize the daunting effect of Prayuth having his wrists tied together, but he had absolutely no trouble in finding a detour getting him to them.

"Oh, I was... But your mouth is telling me you like being the prisoner too..."

Letting Prayuth first do as he wished with her breast, the Italian then started gradually lowering them even further towards his face, eventually pressing them down more firmly... And her aim was to find out how well she could smother her Thai prisoner with them.

Prayuth had a fair idea where Giulia was going with her chest, and he was of a mind to try and cut her off, give her an offering of sorts to stave off the punishment he knew was coming. Not that he’d done anything wrong, of course, but he knew this woman well enough to guess that torturing him was never not going to be a priority in her mind. It wasn't a matter of ‘if’, but ‘how’.

So, when her breasts came his way, he met them with eager lips. Suckled at them, licked at them, even threw in the occasional nibble, Anything and everything to leave Giulia pleased, betting on her insatiable passion to buy him some sweet relief.

It didn’t work. Not quite, anyway.

While she was into it, no doubt there, it didn’t stop her from lowering her breasts like a headsman’s axe, letting her breasts pour over his face and extinguish. He moaned under her smothering embrace and tried to turn his head left and right, searching for some relief, anything. He found nothing but inviting and dangerous curves.

But, still, he didn’t stop licking. Kept his worship. As much as he missed little things like oxygen, this was not the worst place to be.

Torturing? No, this didn't count as torturing for Giulia. Not by far. This was merely playing. Just having a little fun. Honestly, was there any reason for Prayuth at all to complain about the smothering right now? The Italian could think of none.

Not that she would have even been prompted to, as her Thai playmate was appearing all too pleased himself with the situation. He never stopped caressing her breasts in those few ways that he could, and seemed to be all too happy to be in the position she had put him in.

Granted, Giulia could have tried to exert him even more, but she didn't feel the need to do that. It was just fine like this.

Instead, the Italian slowly rose her body upwards again, allowing air to reach Prayuth's lungs again. Continuing with her movement, she eventually reached a position leaning a bit backwards, with her hand seeking Prayuth's manhood behind her. First feeling its condition, the Italian then started to press it firmly down against his own body.

"Do you like Ferraris?"

There were far worse ways to get knocked out. Prayuth knew, he’d experienced more than his face share of them. He could speak from extensive experience.

Giulia’s way was warm and comforting, almost like a mother’s embrace, but far more alluring and attractive. He could feel the steady drumbeat of her heart against his face, so deep, yet beating so strong. Even without the lack of oxygen, it was an embrace he could go to sleep in, just drift away into nothingness, let the moment consume him…

But that wasn’t to be the case. Not this time.

He breathed deep as she lifted off his face, taking in big gulps, refilling his lungs. Not that he had long to do that, because he needed those lips for speaking soon enough.

”I’m…” He had a quick gasp as she grasped his member and pressed it, instantly bringing it back to life, hardening in her hand as if she’d flicked a switch to make it happen. ’I’m more of a Lamborghini guy, to be honest. You?”

Apparently oxygen had indeed become very precious for Prayuth. The way he was gulping air suggested that the Italian's assets had once again proved to be no jokes when it came to smothering, and what he had just had to endure made him realize that his need to recover was acute.

That was good. Giulia needed him to have some stamina for what she had in mind next.

His answer was anything but good though. A Lamborghini guy?

You don't tell a Coke guy to drink Pepsi. And at least as much as that, you shouldn't tell a Ferrari girl to drive a Lamborghini.

Prayuth's answer alone should have earned him a full new round of punishment. To be honest, if Lamborghini wasn't Italian as well, he would probably have gotten it. But right now, that didn't really fit in Giulia's plans. And the fact that the whole question about Ferrari was much more related to those plans than Giulia actually having any serious passion towards cars kinda saved his ass as well.

"Oh, a Lambo guy? Really? You really do have a poor survival instinct..." Accompanying those words was a tight squeeze on Prayuth's hardened member. Just a little bit with her nails as well, to prove the point of his poor choice of reply.

"Yes, I like Ferraris. In fact, I knew I was going to get my own tonight... You know, a stallion that has strength and stamina... That I could then ride on..."

After those words it surely was hardly a surprise for the Thai guy that the Italian then gradually moved her hips lower on his body, all the way until Prayuth's member was slowly penetrated deep into her pussy.

"I hope you're...up...for the task?"

Whoever it was that said honesty was the best policy had clearly lost to Giulia La Rocca in a POW match.

Prayuth figured that Giulia was more of a Ferrari girl - it was a safe assumption when she brought it up first. What he hadn’t anticipated was that she’d be testy about him having a different opinion that she’d take it out on his poor balls, digging her claws deep into them for a nasty squeeze. Message received, he’d chose poorly, but it seemed like he’d built up enough good will to save his balls from a good mangling.

Or maybe it was just because she wanted his man parts in good, working order for what came next. All things considered, that was the stronger possibility.

This was hardly some new experience for Prayuth. Granted, he was usually on top for this, but all the same rules applied, and he hadn’t expected to be taken off guard when he ventured between Giulia’s folds...but he was wrong.

Prayuth let out a loud, lewd gasp as she took him inside and seized control. His hips started to buck on instinct, wanting more of her welcoming tightness, craving more contact. It took him a good moment to regain enough sense for quips. ”Whew...I think I can rise to the occasion.”