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.