It was a chilly December night, but the apartment was a comfortable 27 degrees Celsius thanks to the wonders of modern climate control. The smell of warm, freshly baked bread wafted through the apartment. The television was on, tuned in to CNN. The anchor was talking about some debate, but his voice was drowned out the high-pitched moans slowly increasing in volume.
"Yes...yes...YES!YES!YES!" moaned Alyssa.
Mark dutifully licked Alyssa out as he had done many previous nights. It was a position he had much experience with. Him kneeling on the floor, stark naked with his erect cock pointing up. Alyssa usually sat on the couch, spreading her legs so her lick-bitch had ample access to her clit.
Mark was had an unobstructed view of nothing but pussy as he continued to service Alyssa. Even here, Alyssa kept her white t-shirt on while hiding Mark under her pink cotton skirt.
Finally feeling satisfied she pushed him back with a hard shove. Mark tumbled backwards landing on his back, knees bent. His leaky cock was pointing straight up humiliatingly giving away how pent up and excited pussy worship made him.
"Haha awwww...is your little willy feeling neglected?" Alyssa teased.
"Pleasssse let me cummmm." a frustrated Mark groaned.
Mark's cock twitched as he laid in his uncomfortable yet highly indicative position.
"Alright but only because you did a pretty good job tonight being my lick boy."
Alyssa moved her foot down towards Marks manhood and skillfully teased his red cockhead to the brink of ejaculation but keeping him there for over 5 minutes. Mark squirmed and twitched as endured her touch.
"Please mistress, finish me..." Mark groaned.
"Hey! Ill finish playing with my cock toy when I say I'm done playing with my cock toy." Alyssa said as she removed her foot from Mark's penis.
Mark groaned as he lewdly thrust his cock up by raising his hips searching for the pleasure that had been taken away.
"Now be quiet or you're going to bed with your stiffy still hard."
Alyssa continued skilfully dominating Mark with her feet while she flipped through shows on her telly. Mark could only groan and stare at her perfect tits trapped beneath her white cotton t-shirt. He kept trying to thrust up to gain enough stimulation to let out his warm bubbling spunk.
But Alyssa was too skilled at reading him, she knew exactly when to slow down and when to speed, driving him to edge of madness but still keeping him on the edge.
"Okay Mark, my feet are getting tired, so I hope you have a nice big warm load saved up for me." informed Alyssa as she sped up her stroking and established a firmer grip on his cock.
Mark quickly succumbed to her feet and his cock began shooting out his warm spunk. He groaned and moaned as he was finally relieved of his pent-up lust. He slowly laid back on the floor breathing heavily but slowly, his cock cover in his sticky submission juice.
Alyssa went back to watching TV. She flipped through a few channels but eventually landed on WWE. It was a rerun of some episode from the late 2000s. A scantily clad women could be seen circling a ring against her opponent. Her opponent was a 6ft tall statue of pure muscle. They both tried to feint each other out and coax the first strike out of their opponent.
"Huh." Mark quietly puffed.
"What?" enquired Alyssa.
"Oh, it's nothing."
"Do you have any comments?" said Alyssa growing angry at what Mark might be implying.
"I mean...if we're being honest, she wouldn't stand a chance if this were real wrestling." explained Mark.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" responded Alyssa angry at her suspicions being confirmed.
"I mean it's just a matter of biology" replied Mark unaware he was in dangerous territory.
"So what? Do you think you're stronger than me just because you are a guy?"
"I mean yeah obviously I am PHysically stronger" replied Mark continuing towards the danger zone.
"You and me, one on one, you'd stomp me?" asked Alyssa hiding the disdain in her voice.
"I mean..."
Alyssa remained silent for a bit as she quietly contemplated her next move. Her face never giving away the gears turning behind the scenes.
"Okay, I'll see you in the morning for our match." said Alyssa as she left the room.
Just as she was about to shut her room door, Mark heard her yell.
"Oh and to make things more interesting...loser gets fucked"
Mark sat there confused as to what just happened. Eventually he went to bed not knowing what to expect when the sun rose. But still a little excited for the match tomorrow. No matter which way it went.
Mark awoke the next morning and entered the living room unprepared for the sight before him.
"Ready to rumble Tiger?" a smirking Alyssa taunted. A large blue rubber mat occupied the living room floor. Alyssa had chosen to wear her black Lululemon cropped leggings and a maroon lycra Jane Court sports bra. She stood with her hands on her hips making sure her tits were prominently featured.
Mark stood opened mouthed, confused and very quickly, aroused. His choice to wear nothing but shorts to bed last night had come back to bite him as he very sprouted a boner. He tried to keep control lest he start leaking but the idea of wrestling and pinning his sexy roommate while she was dressed like that made it very...hard.
"Uhmm uh mmm w-w-wha...*gulp* ready for what?" Mark answered knowing exactly what she was referring to.
"You know exactly what! You and me, one on one., mixed wrestling." explained Alyssa.
"But how will we know who wins? There is no referee?" interjected Mark.
"Trust me. You'll know who owns your little cock once we finish." explained Alyssa. Mark gulped at the implication, but his cock also twitched in submissive arousal.
"Okay go on. Other side of the mat. We're going 3 rounds"
"We start on the count of 3"