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FORCED FACESITTING

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FORCED FACESITTING STORY

  

  

Part I

“Would you like it if I sat on your face?’ she asked with a smile.
He gazed up at her dumfounded. She had such an intense, confident look in her eyes. He didn’t know quite what to say. Before he could think of something diplomatic she had already climbed onto his chest, facing away from him.
Looking down and over her shoulder she tried to reassure her new lover, “Just relax darling, I will take care of everything. All you have to do is lie real still.”
“I don’t know about all this. This is really kind of out there. What if I can’t breathe?”
“Don’t you worry. I’ll know when to get off your face”, she said soothingly, as she positioned her well-fed buttocks over her lover’s face. “Now take a deep breath; trust me, you’re going to need it.”
This soon proved to be excellent advice. Already he could recognize the amalgamated smells of female ass and sexual arousal inches from his face. “Apparently she’s really into this…whatever this is,” he thought to himself as he took note of her reddened and enlarged vulva. “Alright,” he said to himself, continuing his internal dialogue, “I just met this person and I don’t want to screw this up. I’ll just be open-minded. I’m sure it can’t be that bad.”

As he tried to calm himself with reassuring thoughts, to deny what was happening, she had in the mean time closed her eyes and gone quite still, allowing the pause in her inevitable descent to unnerve him. Ass hovering, anus twitching, she listened to the quickening of his breathing, feeling the hastening of his pulse.

Words were now meaningless. The inevitable descent slowly began. Savoring every moment, trying to guess at what he could be thinking and fearing, she slowly lowered her magnificent derriere onto her paralyzed seat. Suddenly they both felt intimate contact. For her, this was a pleasant and routine sensation; feeling a nose being wedged deep within the prison of her bottom. For him, a neophyte, it was absolutely terrifying. The warm and seemingly soft flesh that was until recently a safe distance from his face was now a hard, painful, smelly ocean of hot, sweaty flesh that he found himself drowning in. Even worse, the humiliation of being trapped underneath a smelly ass outweighed all else. Nor could he earlier conceived her forcing his nose into her suffocating ass. At first he had tried to breath out of his nose but this immediately proved impossible. Now the hot aroma of her dripping, hair tickling snatch was his only hope for breath. For this first couple minutes this procedure proved semi-successful. But this damp, dark, dungeon of hot suffocation had a secret he was not yet ready for. She had only been testing him, toying with him, allowing him to adjust enough to his imprisonment so that she wouldn’t have to restrain his arms. Sure, she could hold him down, but she didn’t want the struggle to distract her from her sit.

But now the time had come to really enjoy her seat. What he hadn’t realized was that she had been holding back. Now the full weight of his torment had been released. Relaxing, she squished her ass cheeks hard into his face. Then, leaning forward, she closed off the precious source of air, forcing her doomed seat’s mouth to close. Not having prepared for this possibility, her sex toy began panicking. He tried to scream but the sound was horribly muffled. Twisting his body, he tried to force himself up by kicking with one leg and propelling his body up with the other. With great effort he used his arms to force her from her suffocating perch. She calmly grabbed his wrists and forced them down, while simply allowing him to kick. All his desperate maneuvers proved useless. Just as suddenly as he began his instinctive struggle, his strength melted away. He felt dizzy and light-headed and could tell that soon he would pass out, and inevitably die unless this suffocating ass was convinced to relent from its hungry oxygen consuming mission.

Right before his doomed seemed sealed, the flesh prison was raised. Gasping and choking for breath, he greedily breathed in air. It smelled overwhelming of her musky ass but he was too deprived of oxygen to care.
“My, my your face is so purple! Did my little old ass do that to you?” she asked with mock concern.
“Wh..what…the hell are you thinking? I am done with this and I am done with you! Now get let go of my arms, I’m getting out of here!”
“Oh I don’t think so,” she cried with a sadistic laugh, “we’re just getting started. Now that you know what I am capable of, you are going to lick me until I cum all over your face, or else this time I won’t get up, even when you pass out. Do you hear me? Your life is in my hands and I demand satisfaction in return for mercy! Now service me with a great orgasm or it is lights out!”

 

 

 

 

"Forced Facesitting" Part II 
 

"My god, what the hell have I gotten myself into!?" he thought to himself. "This bitch is crazy!"

"Now let's not be rash", he tried reasoning with her. "I shouldn't have said what I did but please, I don't want to do this anymore..."

Whatever else he had to say was lost in her wicked laughter and the hurried descent of her ass. "You are in no position to negotiate little man! Now get your tongue deep in my cunt or else they're going to find you floating in the Hudson! Deep, deep I say!"

Once again he tried to wiggle free, but she just put her
whole weight down onto his face, smothering now with her lubed and very wet cunt. This challenge was further met with a swift punch to the ribcage, which put a final end to his struggles. Again he was unable to breathe, but too beaten to fight. Succombing to his humiliating fate, the oral pleasure commenced. He gave in and pushed his tongue up into her sex. He began to lick her, she let up her weight slightly to let in occasional air. But as he stuck his tongue in her slit he could feel her forcefully sitting on his mouth, forcing his tongue deeper into her vaginal abyss. Now and again a lose hair would gag him but he dared not relent now. Whatever he was doing seemed to be working, as she began moaning and rocking back and forth on his face.
This was not a conscious effort on her part but a result of her sexually instinctive lust to pound back and forth to the smooth, wet penetration coming from beneath her. The gyrations became painful and she face fucked her helpless victim with the full abandon of one nearing orgasm. She was already really excited, and her juices were flowing down into his mouth. As best possible he licked up and down the length of her slit. Tongue deep inside her, she stopped her rhythmic fuck and settled forcefully onto his tongue, pushing his head into the bed as his tongue delved deeper and deeper into her wide opening. Now the air was not coming but for a few brief and critical opportunities. She moved herself slightly so that his tongue was at her clit and he began lapping at it, trying to keep happy so she would relent her full weight. This re-positioning had totally cut off the air supply and he was quickly becoming faint headed. By now she was moaning, louder and louder as he frantically worked at her clit. Hoping that sexual climax would release her from his face, he attended to her clit as if his life depended on her cumming. Licking and sucking his goal was finally obtained, as she suddenly bucked her hips and came crashing to rest her ass fully onto his face. The spoils of his work were immediately rewarded as cum flooded down, drenching his face in pure vaginal syrup.

Her breathing was heavy and she still shuddered from her orgasm. Yet there was no sign of her moving from her sexually satisfying spot. She was dimly aware of the fact that her butt was suffocating a long forgotten person. Still relaxed from her orgasm, her ass cheeks were resting comfortably, totally sealing her victim from precious life giving oxygen.

"Well you did your part so it is only fair that I do mine," she uttered in an ironic tone. "It was so nice of you to keep your end of the bargain but I've had a change of heart. You see, I rather like sitting on your face so I'm just going to let things go...maybe I'll get up when you're unconscious, maybe I won't. I guess we'll find out soon won't we baby."

The rest of her cruel words became a mild, muffled, and incoherent buzz in his mind as the dark, moist world of his somehow grew darker. With one last attempt at breath, his dizzy delusioned filled toil ended.

It was what seemed considerably later, to his amazement, that the dim feeling of existence resurfaced in his mind. The room was warm and sunny, as the shades had been opened. The light was blinding. After some moments he remembered what had happened. He tried to get up but something constricted the free movement of any of his limbs. He then tried opening his mouth but she must have taped it shut.

"See, you weren't out very long, only a few minutes," she beamed down to him, as her face was now hovering inches from his terrified face, "Just enough time for me to tie you up and make sure you're mine."

"Mmmmmm....hmmmm...."

"What's that? Confused? Really baby, you should be more careful with whom you decide to have one night stands with. Now you're going to have to pay for that for a long, long time. You see, I could really use a slave and you have 'desk chair' written all over you. And now, it's time for me to do some reading, so say goodbye to the sunlight."

 

 

 

 

 

"Forced Facesitting" Part III 
 

Laughing, she slowly lowered her fleshy bottom on his terrorized face. He struggled against the inevitable, but was tied down hard to the chair. His upturned face had no choice but to accept his fate, the slowly growing ass descending towards him!

He watched, mesmerized, as her ass overtook him. Her smooth silky bottom looked so harmless, but now brought the promise of suffocation, perhaps even a slow smothering death. Who knew with this woman. She had tied him up against his will and talked as if she intended to make him her furniture. Who knew what such a woman was capable of? As her generous derriere approached his paralyzed face, the light grew dimmer. Those twin orbs molded to his face. He could feel her tenderly stretching her cheeks apart to slowly enclose his nose deep inside her intoxicating asshole. He felt her well-fed cheeks, so soft and warm. But that anus! How could something so small be so smelly? The rich odor of that little hole was overwhelming. He couldn't believe what he was being forced to do! He struggled against his bonds with great ferocity. His arms were tied down to either side of the chair. But he couldn't breathe! She merely laughed as his nose slowly penetrated her asshole, trapping his tapered nostrils and forcing him to breathe out of his mouth. By now he was panicking! He knew what it was like to black out under this woman, knew what she was capable of doing. How long did he have?

Keeping his faced sealed to her body, a good minute had passed before she finally relented. He breathed in a giant gulp of air. She laughed again, before settling hard on his face.

"Furniture doesn't move slave. You can't get free, you are trapped beneath my ass. If you keep struggling I will just sit here until you expire and go find me another piece of furniture."

He moaned up into her vagina. Her ass was getting sweaty and was perspiring on his face by now. Everything felt damp and hot, and her asshole still smelled. It was driving him crazy.

"Now, now furniture does not moan either. You better learn fast; my patience is spent. You will be spent too in a moment if I don't lift my suffocating ass off of your face."

She made no move to lift off of him. Instead, he heard the sound of keyboard typing above him. She seemed to have started using his computer. "This is insane!", he thought to himself, "How could this woman be treating me like a chair?!" A minute had passed by now and she had still not lifted her ass off of his face. He hadn't be able to breathe now since that last breath of air. This whole experience must have lasted maybe two or three minutes, but it had seemed like a painful eternity. He wondered how long he had before he would blackout from her full weight sitting. She still made no attempts to get off of him, and by now he was panicking again. He knew if he struggled she would smother him into oblivion, but if he didn't struggle at all, well, maybe she forgot about him altogether?

His lungs were aching and he was becoming disoriented. She was still typing, it sounded like she was instant messaging someone from the noise her computer was making. The pain was becoming overwhelming for him. He began panicking and breathing too fast. As he couldn't open his eyes under her ass, all he could sense was with his nose and mouth, not to mention the overwhelming pressure on his face threatening to suffocate him. This ordeal was truly overwhelming, he had already gone through it with her once today. He couldn't go through it a second time! He no longer could resist struggling, he had to try to break free.

"Mmmmm.....mpppppph...!"

Suddenly, from beneath her, she felt her chair move. Apparently he had not learned his lesson! How dare he try to break free while she was in the middle of something. Now she would really make him suffer.

He could feel her pressing down her weight on him, pressing it down in a mass, concentrating entirely onto his face. His nose was being mashed into her smothering bottom, the weight become unbearable. The smell of this full tantalizing ass seemed to become somehow even more apparent. But the smell brought no oxygen to his starving lungs. This hungry ass had eaten all of his oxygen. And this ass was still hungry. These large voluminous mounds of flesh were sucking the life out of him, holding him against his will, terrorizing his face with no hope of relenting! In his wild panick he recognize that tingling feeling all over his body, that lethargy of his movements. Soon, very soon, he would collapse. He had to....he had to...he...he...had....to....oh no.......

Anything after that was lost to him, as he drifted off in a disoriented daze in the sweet, smelly, suffocating prison of her hungry, unrelenting ass.

She could feel his body going numb, him slowly but inevitably losing the war against her all powerful bottom. His body was now twitching and soon it will be all over. She had to make a decision, whether or not to get up. How far would she take it? His life was now in her ass.

 

 

 

By Assaholic

  

  

  
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