"Thank you," Donna giggled sweetly as Sam handed her the champagne.
Spending the night in the hotel with Sam was so much fun. He was gorgeous and funny and seemingly infatuated with her and her natural tendency to dominate. He had started the evening trying to enforce some sort of male authority, that was cute, but the more she imposed her body the dreamier he became.
She pulled back the hotel sheet to reveal her strong lingerie clad body, with one athletic leg drawn up to create a triangular opening between her thighs. Her blue lace panties were still in place for now, damp from arousal and pulled taut between her cheeks.
"Can you put people to sleep like that?" Sam asked, tactically sculling his glass.
Donna nodded.
"Are you going to do that to me?"
She thought about it for a moment and then slipped off her underwear. Her crotch was shaved and glistening from arousal, her legs stretching wider as fantasies played around her intoxicated mind.
"Easier for you to earn your keep... and maybe stay conscious."
"Fuck, Donna!" Sam whispered, his erect bouncing cock giving away his emotions.
"Are you going in voluntarily or do I have to catch you?"
Sam climbed astride her waist and pinned her hands to the bed as he kissed her, "Are you always like this, Donna?"
'No' was the answer, but things were different with Sam. She was trembling as his erect penis touched her. Her eyes were wide and questioning and a little fearful. Sam sensed it and pressed his lips against her one more time before sliding down to voluntarily surrender himself to her waiting legs, and her tight front head scissors.
"Thank you," she quivered, focusing on her growing arousal. She squeezed and he cried out; okay she may have squeezed a little too lovingly, but it worked as his tongue was now lapping her vagina. She gripped his head and ground him gently against her.
Blonde hair covered her face, but were eyes were already closed. Her powerful hips thrust, unwittingly craning Sam's neck with each aroused fuelled lunge. Every core muscle was taut and intent on keeping Sam's neck imprisoned in its inescapable collar.
She orgasmed with tears glistening in her brown eyes. Sam looked spent, his tousled hair testament to the punishment she had imposed between her legs. She knew she should show mercy, but her legs seemed to be taking orders from her clit and were refusing to open.
"Please don't leave," Donna whispered, playing with his hair.
"I don't think either of us want that..."
She grinned as she propped herself up on one arm to gulp champagne through a tangle of blonde hair. She loved to be in full control and the captive head in her lap was certainly under her control, it couldn't move and was already lapping her labia.
"Easy," she panted, "or with all this champagne, I might pee on you!"
"You really want to stop me?" Sam panted.
The female thighs around his neck tightened as they had done to opponents many times before. He knew that women's hipbones were a different shape, rounder with a huge crushing force. Sam stopped, looked up and smiled.
"Do you really want me to put you to sleep?" Donna threatened, champagne glass still in her hand.
Sam's hands caressed the hips that he was powerless to stop, the snug grip of her thighs still driving an insane erection.
"Can you feel me cutting your blood supply?" Donna asked, "...and this is not a way out! You'll be in exactly the same position when you awake."
Sam defiantly kissed her vagina again.
Donna moaned, loosening her thighs to allow blood flow, "Okay..." she trembled as she wiped her wet crotch across his lips.
"Fuck!" she cried as she climaxed, "I can't stop shaking."
She knew she was abusing this guy for our own insatiable pleasure, yet somehow it felt right. He had told her about a hundred times that she had a beautiful body and had even unintentionally gasped that he loved her. He brought out both her rampant sexual desires and her instinct to protect.
"Turn around," she panted, releasing her grip, flipping around quickly to lock Sam in a reverse head scissors.
Sam was already on the edge of orgasm as Donna's warm mouth engulfed his cock. Donna's pulsing thighs had thrust Sam's head even more snugly into her body with her tensing butt cheeks now pinning his nostrils.
"You butt is beautiful," he panted.
Donna giggled; he really couldn't help himself. With a flick of her hips, the blonde rolled over on to her back to allow her naked butt to sink deeper on to his face. When she looked down, there really wasn't much of him left. There was complete silence from beneath her strong glutes, with the very real possibility that his nose had entered her butt.
Sam climaxed almost instantly, and Donna rolled back on to her side, moments before asphyxiation.
"Wow!" Sam cried, tears in his eyes as he tried to sit up.
His cock slipped out of her mouth, "You gave me three orgasms," she panted, "So I'm gonna keep you down there until you catch."
"Two more?" Sam's whole body was alight, his cock pushing forward in search of Donna's lips; her tongue toying with him for several minutes before allowing him to slip inside.
Donna stretched out her legs, her cheeks compressing Sam's nose. The stretch felt wonderful, but with her ankles still interlocked, her abductor muscles clasped even more strictly around her prey.
