0 comments/ 10920 views/ 7 favorites Laura's Couch By: AndreaJordan Laura stretched out her long slim legs until her stripy woolly socks pushed up against Jack's legs. At first Jack slid further up the sofa, but Laura's feet caught up with him and once again playfully kicked him. With no room left to move, he paused the movie and looked over at his giggling girlfriend. "Am I in your way?" he asked, as he used his cuffed hands to try and stop her kicking. Jack had long since given up asking for the handcuff keys. She had hidden them somewhere and no amount of tickling had made her tell him where. The sex they'd had when she'd cuffed him had been great, but it looked as though he would now continue to wear her handcuffs for the foreseeable future. His thoughts returned to her stripy socks. He tried again to remove the feet that belonged to the long slim legs that were evidently too long for the three seat sofa. "You know this is actually a sofa bed?" Laura giggled in her slightly posh accent. He smiled at his nymphomaniac girlfriend. Laura was sexy as hell, amazing figure and cute face with curly shoulder length blonde hair, but even he needed some time to recover. Laura pulled him up from the sofa and started throwing off the cushions and pulling out the bed. "Try it." she instructed, her hands on her narrow denim covered hips. With Laura kneeling on the bottom of the bed, in a highly provocative pose with her legs open wider than usual, Jack lay down across the top end of the bed and closed his eyes. "Comfortable?" "Mmm." Jack suddenly felt the bed moving beneath him and as he opened his eyes he saw the end of the mattress fold over and close down on top of him. He tried to push up, but the mechanism had already passed the point of no return and the sofa bed gently slid back into the closed position. She had trapped him deep inside the sofa, sandwiched in between the folded mattress. The force wasn't unpleasant, but he could barely move. After trying and failing to even turn on to his front, he knew he was in trouble. "Laura! What the fuck?" Laura knelt down and smiled at him through the small gap in the side of the sofa. "Get me out of here!" Jack demanded. "What's it worth?" Laura asked running her tongue across her red lips. "A kiss?" he offered "Not good enough, I'm going to sit on you!" Jack struggled again to free himself, a task that became even more impossible when Laura replaced the cushions and sat down on the sofa with her butt deliberately right above Jack's head. "Laura, please!" Jack mumbled, his face pressed beneath her and with the handcuffs only adding to the impossible situation. Laura sat on the sofa, rolling her narrow hips from side to side and feeling the lump in the sofa formed by Jack's head. It was as if her butt was an iron and she was trying to remove a crease. It felt nice. She stretched out her legs and closed her eyes as Jack lay pummelled beneath her. She'd been fascinated with the sofa bed ever since someone had played this trick on her. She'd spent half an hour inside the sofa with two of her girlfriend's sitting on top. She knew from experience that Jack would be fine. She also knew from experience that even without her sitting on top, he was completely helpless. The cries from inside the sofa her were already changing from "Laura!" to "Laura?" It was amazing what the feeling of complete helplessness could do. After only five minutes, Laura stood up, threw off the cushions and heaved at the sofa bed, but it didn't move. She tried again, her back straight, the force running through her toned legs and butt. If they weren't strong enough to open the sofa bed then Jack was in trouble. She pulled off her socks for more grip and placed one foot against the side of the sofa and heaved. Not for the first time that evening, Laura was breathing hard and her hair had fallen across her face by the time the sofa bed finally unfolded. "Sorry." she smiled. "Accidents do happen." Jack replied playing along with her joke and relieved that she'd returned his freedom after only a few minutes. "Want another accident?" Laura asked, sensing how aroused they both were. Jack didn't object and so after a moment's thought, Laura bent down and unhooked the mattress and removed it from the frame. Underneath was a crisscrossed mesh of one inch wide straps that supported the mattress. The straps were interlaced with only small gaps between and pulled tight and fixed to the bed frame. "Now it's more spacious for long term incarceration." Laura explained. "How long term?" Jack had no t-shirt, as he had been unable to dress thanks to Laura's cuffs, but he did remove his jeans. He had Laura's full attention as he lay down in just his boxers on the mesh of black straps. "Ready to be consumed?" she asked. The exertions had already made Laura's tight white t-shirt cling and mould to her slim body, but that didn't stop her from easily lifting the base of the bed and folding it away with Jack once again inside. The mechanism clunked home quicker than she'd intended, but the end result was the same, her guy was trapped. Laura swept her blonde hair out of her eyes and placed her hands into the back pocket of her jeans. "Oh they're here!" Laura giggled as she pulled some keys from her back pocket. "What!" Jack had searched everywhere for the keys to her bloody cuffs. Everywhere except her pockets! "Great, don't suppose I can have them?" Laura just giggled as she rubbed the keys against the front of her jeans and bit her lip, her sexual appetite yet to be satisfied. But Jack was now enclosed between two layers of thick nylon straps. He pulled two of them apart so that he could see the girl who once again imprisoned him. Laura may have only used a sofa, but the effect was the same as a concrete prison. Laura turned and perched on the front edge of the sofa. "Can you get out?" "Not with you sitting there." he swallowed as he admired her tight jeans. "What if I sit here?" Laura slid across until she was sitting on the straps right above Jack's head. The straps stretched under her weight until she was resting on his head. "What makes you think I want to get out?" he replied, trying reverse psychology. "Well I don't think you could get out, even if I don't sit on you." Laura finally announced. Laura was now standing barefoot, her 5'9" body standing tall with her hands pushing up her hair. Totally turned on by her imprisoned boyfriend and yet wishing that he would at least start to beg for his release. "Well if you haven't escaped by the time I return from my shower, I'm going to sit on you again and this time I won't be wearing jeans." "I'll look forward to it." Laura flicked her hair as she turned and walked over to the door and sexily slipped out of her jeans. "Want the cuff key?" she replied as she stepped out of her old jeans and walked out to the bathroom. Jack did want to get out of the cuffs and the key was now in sight, but out of reach. He needed to get out of the sofa, but stuck inside there was no way he could generate enough force to open it. As well as the weight of the heavy couch, he also had to overcome his own body weight. So he tried to squeeze through the mesh of straps that supported the mattress, but because they were interlaced and tight, he could get no more than a hand through. Ten minutes later and Jack's mood had changed. His plan to get out of the sofa, unlock the cuffs and be sitting coolly with a whiskey when Laura returned, had failed. She really had him trapped. When Laura returned, her hair was wet and she wore a black silk negligee that reached down to her mid-thigh. She slinked into the lounge and looked down at the cushion-less sofa with still Jack inside. "I couldn't get out." Jack admitted. "I know." Laura replied "So I guess you're not letting me out of these cuffs?" "Correct. I'm also going to sit on you again and this time I'm naked." Laura climbed on to the sofa and balanced on the mesh with one foot either side of Jack's feet. Her weight stretched the elastic which tightened the straps around him. Slowly, and careful to keep her balance, she started to walk up towards his head. Wherever Laura was standing, the straps pulled tightly and immobilised that part of his body. The blonde was now standing either side of Jack's chest, which meant that his arms were also immobilised. "Struggle and I'll fall on you." Laura warned as she fought to keep her balance, the muscles in her trim stomach working overtime. Jack continued to struggle and Laura, as promised, dropped down onto his chest making him cry out and making Laura giggle. She was now sitting above his neck with only the crisscrossed straps, like bars, separating them. She pulled two of the straps apart to create a small hole through which they could see each other. "Hi!" Laura giggled as let the straps snap back and catch Jack's nose in between. She opened them up again. "What's it like in your underworld?" "Tight." "You know I'm naked under this negligee." Laura reminded him. He knew what she wanted to do. Laura's appetite for oral sex was insatiable as the best of times. With her lover helplessly restrained beneath her she would take it to the extreme. "I don't believe you." he bated. "Oh really!" Laura edged forward so that Jack's mouth was inside her negligee. "Fuck, you are!" With his body all but helpless, he pushed his mouth and nose as far as he could through one of the gaps in the mesh. He could see her pussy edge closer to his mouth, her weight on the straps making him feel as if he was set in concrete. As he touched her with his tongue, Laura opened her legs further and leant forward until she was resting on the arm of the sofa. The two inch square gap in the mesh just enough for his lips and tongue to reach deep inside her. She was in ecstasy, a guy beneath her who only had use of his mouth. When Laura was finally ready, she climbed off Jack's head, striped off her negligee and lay down on top of him. They were close enough to kiss. Close up her big blue eyes were wide with excitement and her breathing heavy. He knew that look meant he was in for a big night even under regular circumstance. Like this, where he was dependent on her for his freedom, she could make it even longer. "Prisoner or condemned man? Which do you prefer?" she asked as she slid her hips back and forth against him. "What?" "I need to know who I'm making love with." With both options being scarily accurate, Jack reached down and positioned his hard dick through one of the holes in the mesh. Amazingly, the straps that had stopped him escaping, were no barrier to great sex. Jack even managed to squeeze one hand through a gap in the mesh and touch his girlfriend's hot naked body. An hour later and Laura was sitting on the mesh above his chest, reaching up and arching her back. Jack was still taking the full weight of her naked body and therefore still unable to move. She knew he would be watching her intently, he really had nothing else to do. She twisted her body and her breasts from side to side just as part of the show. In her own time, Laura moved so that she was sitting up on the back of the sofa, with her feet resting on one of the sofa arms. "Well I'm not sitting on you now, so this maybe your only chance of escape." "Laura just open the sofa!" She just giggled. "In five minutes I'm going to replace the cushions." "What?" "Lie down on the sofa and go to sleep." she said almost absentmindedly as she stretched her neck from side to side. As best he could with cuffed hands, Jack fought to squeeze through the mesh. He then tried pointlessly to reopen the sofa bed. Laura looked down and smiled at his increasingly desperate attempts to get out. As usual these were making her hot, but this time even she was just too tired. When the five minutes were up, she slid down and replaced all the cushions, completely hiding Jack from the world. She lay down on the sofa and placed a blanket over her and within minutes was asleep. Jack lay beneath her on his back. He was still held rigidly in place by her weight pushing down and slightly dispersed through the cushions. His hands were by his waist, still locked in her handcuffs with double locks engaged. Even when he struggled hard, Laura barely moved and she even gave out a small moan of pleasure in her sleep. He knew that she had no intention of letting him out, so he too fell asleep. Laura's Couch Ch. 02 Inside the sofa was it was warm and surprisingly comfortable and Jack hadn't woken once the whole night. When he did wake, he found that Laura was no longer lying on the sofa above him and he was able to push his hands through the mesh and throw off the seat cushions. He still couldn't get out of the mesh prison she'd folded him inside, but at least he could now see the real world. "Good morning." Laura smiled as she breezed into the lounge bare foot and in jeans and t-shirt. "Any chance you can use that sexy body of yours to unfold this sofa!" Laura giggled and replaced one of the seat cushions which rested on top of Jack's head. She then sat on it and crossed her legs. Laura had always had a sadistic side which she used to help her work out her frustrations. Being mean to the family cat had made her feel better as a kid. As an adult, her sadistic tendencies were mixed up her sexuality. The result was a woman who gained enormous pleasant from dominating and controlling people. She found Jack very attractive, he was a very fit and good looking guy. She thought she loved him, although it was her own brand of love which came with certain conditions. Still half asleep, Jack lay on his back and stared up at the blackness of the cushion that covered his face. He couldn't get out, but his imagination could certainly wander. In his mind he went directly up, through the cushion until he reached a layer of denim that would be pulled tight around Laura's butt. Resting on top of the denim would be her panties, probably silk and certainly tight. With the temperature rising, he thought about her butt squeezed inside her clothing. Her body would be arching up from there to her cute face. Way above him and way out of reach. Yet all bearing down on him right then. Laura just sat and watched as her fit guy fought to turn around inside the confines of the sofa. His objective was simple, for his head to be at the end of the sofa where Laura wasn't sitting. But she didn't make it easy for him as he struggled beneath her. "That took over a minute." she said when his face finally appeared from under her. "What?" Jack panted back. "Try again." "At least unlock these bloody handcuffs!" Laura laughed as though it was the most funny suggestion in the world. "I can't even remember where the keys are for those." "Laura...." he started to speak before getting cut off. Laura simply stood up, moved the sofa cushion to the other end of the sofa where Jack's head was and sat down. Jack fought to free his head from underneath her for a second time as Laura crossed her legs and waited. "Laura!" he warned as he caught his breath. "Where's it going next?" she stood and wiggled her ass at him. She removed the sofa cushion and dropped down on to his chest and winded him for a moment. They were both laughing, but Jack was starting to ache. "Laura!" he cried. "Why are you struggling?" she asked. "You know there's no way out." Laura sat back down on the mesh above Jack's chest and put her feet up on the arm of the sofa and looked at him between her thighs. Like this, Jack's cuffed hands were useless and all he could do was stare at the stitching that ran up the crotch of her jeans. "How many stitches are there?" she asked. "What?" "Count them for me." she giggled. Laura slid her butt a little closer to Jack's head so that she was now sitting on his neck. They looked into each other's eyes as the pressure on his throat increased. Laura felt fantastic, aroused and in control. All her problems seemed to disappear. Jack was also rock hard. The warm denim had her scent. Swallowing was difficult, but there was a thrill in knowing that her butt could do so much more damage. He looked up into her eyes, which were looking strangely studious behind her black framed glasses. "More?" she asked. Laura had tormented him for another hour before finally unfolding the sofa bed. They had then spent the next hour in Laura's bed making love. Jack had made sure he was on top, but the more he lay on her with his full weight, the more Laura enjoyed it. He may not have got his full revenge, but he still felt good. Jack had planned to take Laura out for brunch, but she was still refusing to tell him where she'd hidden the keys to the handcuffs. Now he really did want out of the cuffs, but every time he asked her, Laura got defensive. It seemed that time with Laura was a trade off, unlimited sex with a beautiful woman came with some drawbacks. Jack knew this wouldn't be a long term relationship, he wouldn't be able to survive that, but it was fun for now. In the end, Laura went out for food which they ate at her flat, before returning to the sofa for a Saturday afternoon movie. Jack looked down at the cushion he was sitting on. He then looked across to the cushion that Laura was sitting on, the cream coloured cushion moulding around her jeans, the same jeans that she'd worn the night before. "You were in here last night." Laura smiled as she tapped the cushion between her thighs, once again her uncanny knack of knowing what he was thinking. "You were right beneath me." "Mmm, but you weren't wearing jeans then." he smiled. "I know it was fantastic." Laura was rarely embarrassed by past sexual games. Just one mention of the oral sex he'd given her and she was kneeling up on the sofa and slinking towards him, her long curly blonde hair and big blue eyes giving her an almost a lioness like look. "Hey, my new lock!" she cried as she jumped up and ran into the hall. Once again she was out energising him. They had already made love several times and yet she still wanted to play. He knew when Laura had told him about her Kryptonite bike lock that she had plans to lock up more than just her bike. The idea excited him and scared him in equal measures. A minute later and his energiser bunny was back with the heavy lock in her long slim fingers. Ominously, she had also changed into a short blue flared dress. She was now all over him, one hand around his neck, the other unbuttoning his fly. When she judged that he was fully aroused, she simply slid the bike lock around his neck and locked it up. A second later and she was sitting back down at the other end of the sofa. "Is that it?" he asked. "Shall we watch some YouTube clips... of how impossible it would be to open that without the key?" Jack rattled the heavy steel lock around his neck and then looked over at his wired girlfriend who was now biting on some strands of her hair. "Where some poor guy wakes up with the lock around his neck and his friends have lost the keys." "Laura, you have the keys." "And no one can open it and he spends his life walking the street, searching for the key." "I don't think that happens sweetheart!" "Maybe you should join a protest where people chain themselves to railings." Laura was getting animated. "Yes, a protest against crazy girlfriends? Jack suggested. "Then I could lock you up in public, it would be great." Even though the lock wasn't attached to an immovable object, the weight of the lock around his neck and the way Laura almost breathed the words were having effect on him. Jack's focus moved from the movie to his girlfriend, who in turn was focused entirely on him. Excited by what he knew what about to happen, Jack let Laura pull the lock towards her so that he was kneeling on the floor in front of her, his body between her open legs. He ran his cuffed hands down the inside of her thighs, up inside her skirt and pushed gently up into her crotch. Laura was breathing heavily as she pushed one of the keys into the cylinder lock on the front of the lock and turned it slowly, click by click. She removed the heavy end and then rethreaded the 'U' shape piece around the metal bar that ran along the front of the sofa. Jack willingly lent further forward to position his neck between the two ends of the lock. Laura then slid the end of the lock back in place and turned the key just as slowly in the opposite direction. Jack was now helplessly locked to the sofa with his head between her bare thighs. "These are mine." Laura whispered. "And this is mine." Jack replied as he reached his cuffed hands over her head so that his arms were wrapped around her. Jack ducted his head under her skirt. His strong arms easily slide her towards him which was just as well as there was certainly no way he could move his head towards her. He usually worked his way up her soft slim thighs, but this time he went straight for her clit. She sat on the edge of the sofa wishing that she'd removed her underwear, but from the feeling down below, her white cotton panties had evidently been no barrier for him. She could feel his lips on her clit and then his tongue slipping inside her vagina. Knowing that his freedom depended on him pleasing this part of her body, he kissed and worked his tongue in and out for over an hour. By the time she was satisfied, the temperature inside Laura's skirt had gone up ten degrees and Jack's face was covered in sweat. Laura stood up, stepped out from inside his cuffed arms and then lay down on the sofa so that they were looking into each other's eyes. "I love that lock around your neck and I really love these keys." she purred as she played with them between her fingertips. She giggled as she reached for her black rimmed glasses as if to see him better. "OK, I'm taking you out for dinner." Jack announced authoritatively as he kissed her. "Oh, but I haven't sentenced you yet." "No Laura! Definitely dinner... out in the real world." Jack was determined. Laura took the keys to the bike lock and threw them over his head and out into the hallway. "Opps!" "Laura, I'm serious!" "So am I." Laura slinked off the sofa and on to the floor. She pulled down his jeans and slipped her mouth around his cock. He was so aroused if took less than a minute. She kept her head down there and kissed his balls for five minutes until she went again. Jack could do little to join in. His neck was locked to the front of the sofa with his face resting on the sofa cushion that was still warm from Laura's butt. His cuffed hands were also resting on the warm sofa cushion and the position of the bike lock meant that there was no way for him to reach down to Laura. After the second time, Laura climbed back to her feet and walked out of the lounge. In her short blue flared dress, she crouched down to pick up the keys to the bike lock as she passed and then continued to her bedroom. Jack remained handcuffed and chained to the sofa. He was breathing hard and unable to think straight or do anything. But then because of the way she'd left him, there really was nothing he could do, other than wait for the beautiful woman to return.