A Game of Chess, Pt. 3

“I-hughk-can’t-hughk-breathe-hughk” You try to spat out in between breaths.

“I believe… you’re breathing… just fine.” Becca says in between deep breaths of her own, as she stares down at you, her face covered in shadow by her hair, but you can still make out the diabolical smile she has across her lips. “Deep… even.” Becca adds, before lowering her crotch down your mouth once more.

How many more times does she want you to make her cum?

You don’t know how long it’s been since Becca’s gotten you into this position. Time has a weird flow while underneath Becca’s womanhood. It feels like it’s both frantically paced and standing still at the same time. Her scent has permanently permeated your nostrils at this point; while your tongue is as dry as a desert from continuously licking her slit, but also incredibly wet from her juices.

During the start of her sitting on your face, you had no complaints as you were willing and able to do so. You even had the mistaken belief that you can get out of this position at any time. The same mistaken belief that Becca needed special instruments and gear to bind you into a submissive position. After what feels like an eternity underneath her, after multiple orgasms from her, you realize you were really only right about one thing regarding Becca — ‘What Becca wants, Becca gets.’

Becca currently has you trapped in an almost crucifix position. Her crotch is right on your mouth for you to service with your tongue and her legs are spread wide so her crotch can be low enough for your mouth to reach. That in and of itself isn’t how she’s got you bound into this position. Her legs are hooked onto your arms near the elbow to keep them from bending to reach her waist or butt, while also keeping them outstretched to the side like you’re measuring your wingspan.

If you attempt to hip toss out of it with your lower body, Becca just places her hand on your forehead and pushes it down to lie flat and unable to turn, which causes significant pain to your neck and forehead if you try to push through with turning your body, as her knees that are hooking your arms are planted on the bed firmly to help prevent any of your attempts to turn over and get her off of you.

As a result, your only choice was to submit to her will.

Just like she wanted.

Luckily for Becca, and unluckily for you, the magic of the app seems to keep your jaw and your tongue from feeling any fatigue; so Becca has no qualms about pushing your tongue and your cunnilingus skills to the limit. Although you’re not really feeling any fatigue from having her sit on your face, it’s really the repetition and lack of oxygen that’s getting you lightheaded from this sexual endeavour. Not to mention the fact that you haven’t even taken your pants off yet and your erect dick is just killing you in its discomfort. You’ve even reached the point where you’re just sticking your tongue out and let Becca grind her clit on it.

“Aaaah~” Becca lets out a deep breathy moan.

It seems Becca’s getting close again, as she has your hair in another vice-grip between her fingers, while both her hands **** your tongue deeper into her pussy. She starts grinding her sopping wet pussy more furiously onto your outstretched tongue for her to reach her climax once more… but on her own terms. Cementing the idea that you’re not making her cum with your tongue at all. She’s making herself cum using your tongue.

You’re not her partner right now.

You're just another one of her toys~...

Wait.

What did she say just now?

“Flick your tongue again.” Becca almost gasps out with how bated her breathing is.

Right.

Another command.

“I’m so close.” She continues, but the tone in her voice is different now.

“Make me cum again, Jay. I need you.” She says in such a pleading tone, that the mental fog obscuring your eyes fades away to reveal Becca staring longingly and deeply into your eyes. She’s even biting her lower lip so forcefully that you wouldn’t be surprised if she starts to bleed from it.

“Please~” Becca gasps out before rolling her head back, but letting go of your hair so she can place her hands on your chest to stop her from falling further backwards.

‘Well fuck me for being a Drama Queen.’ You think to yourself.

With one word all your pessimistic thoughts go out the window, and you happily service her with your mouth again. It’s like she breathed life into the lifeless husk that was your tongue and it’s berserking all over Becca’s drenched cunt.

Becca can’t hold herself up any longer and falls flat on her back. The unplanned fall creates enough separation between your mouth and her pussy that not even bending your neck forwards to the maximum it could go still won’t reach her. Meanwhile, your berserking brain suddenly finding no purpose forgets to bring your tongue back into your mouth, and you probably look like an idiot with a mix of drool and Becca’s wetness falling from your tongue.

“Please don’t stop!” Becca shouts immediately after missing the sensations your tongue was bringing her, unaware of the predicament you’re in as you’re still underneath her. Her encouraging words do spark a fire in you again. You realize that her new awkward position has freed up your arms from her leg hooks; and with this new freedom, you sit yourself up with the help of your hands.

Becca’s legs are now resting on your shoulders. Becca’s hips are lowered as she probably doesn’t have the strength to raise them on her own after the many orgasms she’s had already. You place your arms underneath her soft and silky smooth ass, and lift her hips up for her so you can reach her pussy with your mouth if you bend forward by just a little.

You look down on Becca in this newly dominant position you find yourself in, and she has her head resting on the bed with her eyes closed. She’s still biting her lower lip, anticipating your tongue to finally make contact with her pussy once again. The more you tease her by not giving her what she wants, you can feel her giddiness in your hands. She’s unable to control herself from shaking her hips to entice you, and you know how much she wants you to take her over the edge again.

She needs you.

You were absolutely, positively, and unequivocally wrong to even consider that she was just using you.

“Becca,” You call out to her, getting her to open her eyes. “Look at me.” You command her now.

“I’m looking.” She replies breathily.

“No.” You immediately say. “I mean just look at me. Whatever happens, don't look away from me.” You clarify.

She nods her understanding almost immediately, and with her still biting her lower lip, it almost looked like she was willing to say yes to anything in exchange for you to get her over the edge again.

With that in mind, you just can’t help but return the diabolical smile she gave you earlier.

…

“Ahhh~” Becca gasps in pleasure as soon as your tongue touches the moist pink walls of her womanhood. “Don’t stop.” Becca encourages you, while keeping her promise to not break eye contact with you.

You give her slit a teasing lick upward, the tip of your tongue hitting her clit right at the end immediately sends shivers down her spine that causes her fingers to grip the sheets of the bed and forces Becca to grimace like she’s in pain. As if feeling the sensation for only a second was more painful than cathartic. A longing pain. A pain that yearns to be healed.

You cover her entire clitoral hood with your mouth, suck in air to create pressure inside, and the immediate moan from Becca just from this action alone tells you how sensitive she has gotten after the near constant barrage she’s both **** and endured already. You give her clit another lick with the tip of your tongue, and Becca clenches her fists on the sheets again; but you don’t tease her this time and start flicking your tongue to quickly get her over the edge.

“AAAAH~!” Becca’s gasp of pleasure is almost a shout now, and she tells you how **** she is to climax by gyrating her hips in an attempt to get more out of your tongue. Unlike the last time she did this, you don’t just stick your tongue out and let her pleasure herself with your tongue. You instead do what she pleaded for earlier and continue to flick your tongue like she wanted.

The pleasure begins to be too much and Becca rests her head on the bed again…

… and you stop.

You break away from her pussy again, seemingly right at the moment she is about to climax.

The look of immediate confusion from Becca as she looks towards you again is clear.

“You broke eye contact.” You tell her teasingly, and Becca’s look turns from confusion to fury.

“Enough of this.” Becca gasps out, before taking another deep breath.

Becca takes you by surprise and lifts her body up with her arms, and uses her legs on your shoulders to balance herself. She then wraps one of her legs around your neck and hooks her other leg on her ankle, to **** your mouth onto her crotch.

“I am done begging.” Becca tells you in earnest.

“Eat me.” She commands you.

There was something so vulgar about her command, mixed with how seriously she said it, that just works for you. You immediately do as you're told and give it your all in eating her out again. Only this time, with no intention of stopping until you’ve finally gotten her over the edge.

Without any room to move your head to position it properly due to Becca’s legs wrapping around you, you have **** but to insert your tongue inside her walls and penetrate her with it. You swirl around your tongue inside her. Clockwise. Counterclockwise. Up and Down. Left and Right. A rapid pace of every known direction known to mankind to make her cum.

Her scent is overpowering any other sense you have right now. You can’t hear anything. Your vision is blurry. You don’t really taste anything with your tongue. You’re feeling pretty numb too.

It’s this singular focus in your senses that keeps your tongue going in order to get her where she wants to be.

“AAAAAAAH~!!” Becca finally shouts in her cathartic orgasm that’s flooding your tongue with her juices.

Becca locks her legs tighter around your neck, while her hips begin to shake, forcing you to grip your fingers into her butt to try and keep her stable. Despite your efforts, it’s to no avail as you fall to the side. Your head is resting on her thigh now, but Becca still hasn’t loosened the vice grip around your head that she has with her legs…

You’ve seen this in MMA fights before.

You’re in a triangle ****.

… and you finally realize why your sense of smell is overpowering everything else.

You can’t breathe.