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FACESITTING STORY - THE DEBT COLLECTOR

  

  

Every Tuesday Steve made sure that he had the money ready. He’d borrowed a fair sum from Phil, who had seemed decent enough at the time. After a few weeks the repayments and interest rate went up, and the weekly collectors became bigger and meaner. A year down the line Steve knew he had no hope of ever paying it off, but he made sure that he had enough money most weeks to keep the collectors happy. There was big trouble when he didn’t, and sometimes trouble even when he did. There were 2 or 3 regular collectors, and they were mean bullies. Steve was only small at only 5 ft 3 and no match for them. He’d never been in a fight, tried to keep himself straight, but they were used to violence and were all huge. He hated William – an enormous meat head who liked to look for trouble. Luckily today it was Sabrina. Pretty name, but a far from pretty girl. She was strong as an ox or two, and towered over Steve by over a foot. At 24 stones she weighed more than double his puny frame. But he’d never had any problems with her… until now.

 

The bell rang late evening. It had been a long hot day and Steve could tell that all was not well – she only gave him a second to answer before she started banging on the door. As he went to open it she pushed it firmly before he could even get the chain off. It caught. She bellowed in at him “are you trying to be funny? Are you making trouble? I don’t want trouble, so don’t ask for it”. Steve apologised as much as he could, even though she hadn’t given him a chance.

 

She barged in. “You got it then?”. Steve smiled and said “of course”. She went bright pink immediately, without any warning. “You being cheeky?”. Steve backtracked in a hurry but it was too late. She stepped towards him and drove her fist into his stomach, hard. Her powerful punch drove his whole body back as he bent double in pain. “Get up you idiot” she ordered. He tried to, but it was hard. He was winded. “Go get the cash now.” Steve went into the back room, but had to sit down for a moment to catch his breath. It was a big mistake.

 

“I thought I told you to get it” shouted Sabrina, as she bounded into the room. It was time for a bit of punishment. She gripped his crotch in her big meaty hand. He felt the power as she squeezed his balls, pushing him against the wall with her other hand. “You … shouldn’t… have … pissed … me … off … today” she said slowly, mashing his balls with tremendous power with each word. “Get on the floor!” she shouted.

 

Steve sat down on the floor, but she only looked angrier. “Lie on the floor now! What are you trying to do? If I were you, I wouldn’t be funny about it”. She was sitting down now on a chair, and removing her boots. She wrinkled her nose because of the smell as she removed her dirty sticky socks. Her feet were huge too, very wide, shiny with sweat and with specks of dirt. She stood up and placed one foot on Steve’s chest, and pressed down firmly. “OK joker man, lets see how funny THIS is!”. She grinned as she slowly rubbed her huge foot on his face, rubbing her sweat in, dragging his skin painfully as she pressed down. She grabbed a chair and sat down, placing both her feet right onto his face. “I need a break, and you’re going to help me relax” she said. “I suggest you do exactly what I want, and you DON’T say a SINGLE word”. She leaned back and grabbed the remote control, switched on the TV, and relaxed, pressing her giant stinking feet onto his face. Even though she was sitting down, the weight of her feet on his face was crushing him painfully, her thick and powerful thighs and ankles adding lots of pressure. She lit up a cigarette and continued rubbing her nasty dirty feet all over his face, pushing down, dragging his skin all around. “When I’m ready…” she said softly, “I’m going to spend a while sitting on your face.” She didn’t say any more, simply relaxing and enjoying her powerful position.

 

She knew how much she’d be making Steve suffer. She hadn’t showered in days, or changed her panties. She’d been chasing debts all over town in the heat, and she could feel the itchy wetness of the masses of sweat in her ass. She knew that there wasn’t anything Steve could do to stop her. He knew it too. They both knew that if he did anything, she would have no difficulty in finding ways to hurt him. Steve assumed it would be violent – he knew she could bend and break him without even thinking about it. She wasn’t planning on being violent – she wanted to humiliate him instead. She’d already decided what she was going to do anyway by making up excuses – she wanted to stand on his head and photograph it on her mobile. She wanted to piss on his face. She was wondering about using his tongue for an orgasm. But if he did annoy her she had additional plans. She’d ruled out shitting on his face because she was having masses of wet runny shit… but still, she thought, maybe. She did want to try squeezing his balls some more and watching his face as she mashed them flat in her hand. But all in good time.

 

She sat watching the TV, absent mindedly crushing Steve’s face under her sweaty soles. When the adverts came on she jammed her toes into his mouth and pressed them in hard, making him gag. When the next set of ads came on she realised he had been under her feet for 30 minutes already. He was just lying there taking it, not struggling or trying to escape. She couldn’t work out if that was good or not.

 

She ordered him to sit on the floor in front of the couch as she removed her skirt. Steve complied without saying a word. His face was bright pink from the pressure and rubbing. He looked absolutely terrified. He was shaking. Too scared to speak.

 

She pointed at the cushion. “Put your head back and get ready to be used as a cushion for my ass.” He lay back. “You’re about to get sat on by 24 stones of prime ass!” she laughed. She put her hands on her hips and wiggled her ass at him. She still had her soft cotton panties on – they were wet. Steve could smell them already. Her ass was huge – wider than the couch cushion. Each buttock was as wide as Steve’s chest. She stepped back, ready to sit down. “Anything to say? Any last words” she sniggered. “Go on, I want to hear what you have to say”.

 

Steve started to say “ple…” but was cut off as she simply sat straight down without waiting. It only took a moment, from Steve realising that the huge ass was coming down, then the instant of touch, the realisation of smell and wetness, followed by all encompassing pressure, which was instantly transformed into massive crushing pressure and pain. Her huge ass sank into the soft couch cushion, compressing it flat down under her immense weight, almost as if Steve’s head wasn’t even there. She sat completely and relaxed, leaning back, Steve’s whole head in her ass, mashed so deeply and crushed entirely into her sweaty stinky crack. Her huge soft buttocks were moulded around his face as his world became one of darkness, silence and pain. He struggled and kicked and tried to lift here, but he could do nothing to shift her giant weight.

 

The base of the couch had a wooden frame which painfully cut into his back too, but there was nothing he could do about it. She stretched out her legs so that her complete weight rested on his face. 5 seconds passed, 10, 15… as she relaxed. Each moment was a lifetime of compression and pain for Steve. 30 seconds… 40. An eternity. His struggles began to weaken. 60 seconds… 75.

 

She leaned forward and lifted up. As she lifted her ass, the cushion sprung up, pushing Steve’s face upwards too, still in Sabrina’s ass. His face was wedged so deeply in her ass that as she lifted right up she pulled him up too between her buttocks until he fell out with a thud. He gasped for air, and gasped and gasped. She counted to 10 and sat down again, just as heavily. Again, she sat until his struggles weakened, then got up. And then sat down.

 

After a while she stood up properly. It was time to remove her panties. She let them drop, then just sat back down, lifting her feet to remove the panties. She wiggled a bit to wedge Steve’s face in deeper. But it was too hard work having to get up every so often. So this time she sat… and sat… and sat. Through his struggles, feeling him weaken, and a bit longer. A bit more and then up. Without really paying any attention to him, she stood up and pulled his body forwards a little, and sat down again, a little further forwards this time, but leaning back a bit more. It meant a bit more pressure on his head, but if she opened her legs wide, she discovered he could open his mouth so that his chin stuck out from between her buttocks and he could get air. And when she wanted to she could close her fat meaty thighs, and the soft skin would press together and close off the air supply again.

 

She liked sitting on his face, and spent some time trying to get good photos on her camera phone. She hit on the great idea of mashing his balls with her feet while she sat. He couldn’t help but to cry out or shriek in pain, but she was easily able to shut her thighs tight to suppress any sounds.

 

As she wriggled about, she could feel the wet sweat between her buttocks and his face. It was a thick oily lubricating sheen which she could smell. Not too pleasant, she thought, and smiled as she realised it was probably a touch less pleasant for him. Oh well, not much he could do about that. His head was completely crushed, wedged right under her in the cushion of the couch. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been sitting here, it was just so easy to control this little man.

  
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