Romano’s own cock was getting harder by the minute. He’d never thought that something like this could be so arousing—it wasn’t even a real dick in his mouth, yet somehow it felt as if he was being dominated even more strongly because of it. It was humiliating in all the best of ways, feeling Prussia slide in and out of his mouth, seeing the condescending look on her face, knowing that she was large enough and strong enough to keep him down like this. The taste on his tongue wasn’t salty or hot, but at that moment, this felt even better than sucking a man. For just a minute, he gave in and allowed his head to glide up and down along that thick length, darting his tongue out and flicking it back and forth as he might along the underside of a flesh-and-blood cock.
Prussia noticed this brief change in demeanor and loosened the hold she had on Romano’s hair. “Very nice,” she praised, now able to thrust into Romano’s mouth more smoothly than before. “Mmh, very, very nice.”
Romano groaned around her cock at the praise, his eyes half-closed and his member now fully erect, clearly enjoying this just as much as she was. He’d become lost in the moment, forgetting that he was supposed to be struggling against her.
Prussia, however, had not forgotten. She pulled the dildo out from Romano’s mouth and, taking ahold of it again, slapped it several times against his cheek. “I thought you were supposed to be fighting back, weren’t you? I guess you just really love sucking cock! What a good little whore.”
Feeling the dildo strike his cheek, Romano was startled back into cognizance. As Prussia taunted him, he finally recalled where he was and what he was doing, and he was not about to be on his knees with a synthetic dick in his mouth willingly (nor called a whore!). Moving his head in a sweeping circle, he managed to free his hair from Prussia’s grasp. This done, he ducked his head and began speedily to crawl away.
Prussia didn’t even give him the opportunity to get back onto his feet. Quickly, she stepped over to the bed and grabbed the leather paddle before rushing over to Romano, still on his hands and knees, and pinned him to the floor with her foot between his shoulder blades. “Tch. You were being so good before. But now you’re not behaving very well, are you?” Briefly removing her foot, she knelt down and quickly grasped the back of Romano’s neck with her left hand, giving it a tight squeeze with her fingertips and eliciting a loud “Ow!” from the Italian. Her right hand still held the paddle, and she brought it down on the nearest ass cheek with a loud smack!
Romano’s body jerked forward as he felt the impact, then the sting began to spread across his left buttock. “Fucking bastard!” He tried to squirm away, but Prussia had him pinned, leaning all of her weight onto the hand at the back of his neck. She was even stronger than she looked, and Romano was surprised at how much she was able to control his body. Still, even Prussia couldn’t keep him still for long with simply a hand at his neck, and Romano with his squirming about was beginning to break free.
Realizing that she needed to change her positioning or Romano was likely to escape, Prussia released his neck in favor of wrapping her arm around his waist, resting on her knees and facing his backside. (“Fuck you, let go of me!”) Gripping tightly, she drew her right arm back and then swung it down again, this time landing her strike on the far, right cheek. Romano kicked and hissed something under his breath in Italian which to Prussia sounded rather unflattering. This provoked another hard swat, to the lower half of Romano’s left ass cheek.
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Fight Me 3/?
(Anonymous) 2012-12-13 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)Prussia noticed this brief change in demeanor and loosened the hold she had on Romano’s hair. “Very nice,” she praised, now able to thrust into Romano’s mouth more smoothly than before. “Mmh, very, very nice.”
Romano groaned around her cock at the praise, his eyes half-closed and his member now fully erect, clearly enjoying this just as much as she was. He’d become lost in the moment, forgetting that he was supposed to be struggling against her.
Prussia, however, had not forgotten. She pulled the dildo out from Romano’s mouth and, taking ahold of it again, slapped it several times against his cheek. “I thought you were supposed to be fighting back, weren’t you? I guess you just really love sucking cock! What a good little whore.”
Feeling the dildo strike his cheek, Romano was startled back into cognizance. As Prussia taunted him, he finally recalled where he was and what he was doing, and he was not about to be on his knees with a synthetic dick in his mouth willingly (nor called a whore!). Moving his head in a sweeping circle, he managed to free his hair from Prussia’s grasp. This done, he ducked his head and began speedily to crawl away.
Prussia didn’t even give him the opportunity to get back onto his feet. Quickly, she stepped over to the bed and grabbed the leather paddle before rushing over to Romano, still on his hands and knees, and pinned him to the floor with her foot between his shoulder blades. “Tch. You were being so good before. But now you’re not behaving very well, are you?” Briefly removing her foot, she knelt down and quickly grasped the back of Romano’s neck with her left hand, giving it a tight squeeze with her fingertips and eliciting a loud “Ow!” from the Italian. Her right hand still held the paddle, and she brought it down on the nearest ass cheek with a loud smack!
Romano’s body jerked forward as he felt the impact, then the sting began to spread across his left buttock. “Fucking bastard!” He tried to squirm away, but Prussia had him pinned, leaning all of her weight onto the hand at the back of his neck. She was even stronger than she looked, and Romano was surprised at how much she was able to control his body. Still, even Prussia couldn’t keep him still for long with simply a hand at his neck, and Romano with his squirming about was beginning to break free.
Realizing that she needed to change her positioning or Romano was likely to escape, Prussia released his neck in favor of wrapping her arm around his waist, resting on her knees and facing his backside. (“Fuck you, let go of me!”) Gripping tightly, she drew her right arm back and then swung it down again, this time landing her strike on the far, right cheek. Romano kicked and hissed something under his breath in Italian which to Prussia sounded rather unflattering. This provoked another hard swat, to the lower half of Romano’s left ass cheek.