BBW facesitting

[Mlane]

Found on net, not my kind of thing, but you bbw lovers may like it....:
“Professor Jones?” a voice asked from the doorway. Daniel Jones, professor of English, looked up from the papers scattered across his desk to see Patty, one of his students from his previous semester’s poetry class, filling the doorway. For a moment, he was taken aback…he knew that she was an extremely large young woman, but he hadn’t ever fully taken in how massive she really was. As she stood in the hallway, she nearly blocked out all the light from filtering in. He was doubly shaken by how she was dressed. He had always assumed that large women, especially super-sized ones, were ashamed of their prodigious bodies and tried to hide beneath shapeless dresses. But Patty was dressed…well, provocatively, he thought. She wore a tight sleeveless shirt that rode well up on her abdomen… “belly shirts” he thought the kids called them these days. And this shirt definitely showed a lot of belly…her massive stomach spilled out over her thigh-length tight leather skirt. He could hear the leather groan as she shifted her weight on one foot, preparing to enter his office. Her long black hair spilled down provocatively in natural curls over her shoulders, framing her stunningly attractive face. He watched her as she moved, confused by the grace with which she moved her massive body. “She must weigh at least 500 lbs,” he thought…Maybe even more.
“Yes, come in,” he stammered.
Patty turned to the side and entered the office. “My God,” he thought, “She has to turn sideways to go through the door…her ass must be massive beyond words!” He watched, transfixed, as she entered his office, walking straight to the front of his desk,
“Professor, I want to complain about the grade that you gave me.” She spoke with a confidence that frightened Jones slightly. “I want you to give me an A.”
Jones laughed, then seeing the look that crossed her face, soon regretted it. “Look…Patty, isn’t it? Patty, you received that grade that you deserved. It’s that simple.”
“Nothing is that simple, professor,” she said, putting both hands on the edge of the desk and leaning in. Her breasts began to spill out over her shirt as she leaned closer. “You’re going to give me an A, or you’ll have to deal with the consequences.
“All right, that’s about enough,” Jones said, disturbed by the quiver in his voice…Did she notice that?? He hoped not, as it suddenly dawned on him that it was well past normal office hours, and he was likely the only professor in the building.
“I’m going to give you one last chance,” she said. I busted my butt in this class…I DESERVE an A… not like that slutty, skinny little tramp who sits in the front row and gives you a free titty show every time she drops her pencil. You gave her an A even though she’s barely literate. I wrote a damn good paper on Elliot’s The Wasteland and got a B-, while she wrote some nonsense about a Dr. Seuss book for Christ’s sake!”
“Look Patty,” Jones said, getting up and walking around to the front of the desk, “I don’t have to listen to ridiculous accusations about my…”
“Oh, but you do professor,” she said menacingly… “You have no idea what you’re going to listen to. I’ll give you one last chance…change my grade now, or suffer the consequences.
Something in the tone of her voice made him pause. What the hell does she mean by that, he thought? “I’m sorry, Patty, you’ll just have to live with…”
Before he could even finish his sentence, Patty walked swiftly over to him and grabbed him in a bear-hug. She flexed her arm muscles, and squeezed him tightly against her, crushing his spine like a python. His body went stiff, and then arched in a bow as she applied more crushing pressure.
“So,” she whispered in his ear, applying more pressure, “You want to do this the hard way…Well, I have no problem with this…I just hope that you’re ready for this.” She increased the pressure until he thought that his body would explode. He was being squeezed more and more tightly into her powerful body. Just when he thought that he would pass out, she released him, and he dropped like a sack of laundry to the floor.
As he lay on his back, gasping for breath, he saw her walk over to him, straddling his body. Every instinct told him to get up, to run like hell, but he was still paralyzed by the crushing bear-hug. As she stood over him, looking down into his frantic face, he fully realized how huge she was. Her legs rose like redwood tree trunks to end in the most amazing ass that he had ever seen. When she was his student, he didn’t give her a second thought, but now, as he lay beneath her, he thought about how muscular she must be to move that weight around on a daily basis.
“OK,” she said, “Remember, you asked for this!”
Before he could respond, she simply bent at the knees and came crashing down on his chest. It was like being buried under the worst avalanche imaginable. The crush sent shock-waves through his body, compressing him beneath her massive frame. She simply sat on him, riding out the waves of her super-sonic squash. She slid back to sit on his stomach, sliding her legs straight out to put him under her full weight. He groaned faintly, absolutely squashed beneath her.
“Well, well, well,” she said, laughing to herself. “Look at the big bad professor now. You’re just padding for my big fat ass now, aren’t you Mr. Big Shot?” She lifted herself up and slammed her massive ass down on him a few times. “Oh!” she said after each slam, “You’re just such a comfy cushion…I may just have to sit here all day.” She slammed him a few more times, then sat still, squishing his body beneath her. “Well,” she said, “I tell you what…I’ll give you a choice. I can squash you into a pancake, a crepe, or a grease spot. You can pick how serious we’re going to get here.”
Jones managed to utter a small squeak beneath the titanic crushing force smashing him down.
“What’s that?” Patty asked, bouncing. “I didn’t quite get that…so I’m going to assume that you said grease spot. Goody!!! That’s my favorite.”
“Well,” she said, “If I’m going to turn you into a grease spot, I’d better get to work!!” With that, she got off him and picked him up, dragging him over to the couch in his office. Laying him down on his back, she positioned her self over him and then, without warning, she leapt gracefully to her
feet, leaving Jones to gasp great lungs full of air as his body felt the tremendous release of pressure. His mind was reeling . Before he could fully catch his breath, Patty chuckled sultrily, "Look out
below!"As he lay helpless on the couch, he saw the huge muscles in her thighs tense, and knew instantly what was about to happen. She bent slightly at the knees and hen rose up, leaping into the air. Unable to move, he saw her immense ass, barely covered by the tightly-stretched leather skirt, float up in the air above him and hover for the slightest moment. It was like watching the movement of a vast celestial object; a heavenly body of indescribably massive force hang suspended an instant before impact. Even before he could attempt to brace himself, she crashed down on top of him, and he felt the upper half of his body compress beneath her: her massive weight met his body with no resistance, and he felt as though the crush of her weight had pushed him into another dimension. As the shock waves continued to roll through him, Patty simply rode them out, settling her sensuous ass deeply into his receptive body. After the initial seismic impact had subsided, Jones found himself once again relentlessly squished, like a grape in a wine-press. God, he thought, she’s killing me!!
“So,” she said sitting on him,” Are you going to change my grade now?”
Jones managed to squeak out a faint grunt beneath her..
“Well,” she said evilly,” “I’m going to take that as a ‘no’. Too bad for you… I guess that you need some further persuading, huh?”
With that, she stood up and dragged him to the floor. He watched in horror as she pulled her leather skirt up over her hips, revealing the most massive ass that he had ever seen encased in a bright red thong. Her ass cheeks wobbled over him like continents. He notices the rise and swell of her thighs and way that they swelled outward at her hips. She reached in and pulled the thong free from the deep recesses of her crack, dropping it to her feet. As she stepped out of it, she spread her cheeks to give Jones a full view of the horror that was about to happen to him. “Mmmm,” she purred, I’ve been waiting all year to get you under my ass. I’ve listened to you go on and on about poetry and the poetic imagination in class…Now you can experience a little of my poetry…my ass in poetic motion!”
With that, she slowly lowered herself onto his face. “I’m going to smother you now,” she said as she descended, “I’m going to sit on your face for so long that you’ll smell like me for days. You’re about to be my little ass slave, professor.” As her massive ass covered his face, Jones tried to scream, but his air was cut off by an avalanche of flesh. Patty simply engulfed him in her body, cutting off all external experience. As she rode him, all he knew was her ass, and how completely she had assimilated him. His body bucked and convulsed beneath her as she ground her massive body down onto him, but she continued to use him for her own enjoyment. The world slowly went to grey and then back as Jones surrendered himself to the all-powerful feminine force on top of him. Before he knew it, everything faded out, and he knew nothing…
When he awoke, Patty was standing over his head, both feet lightly brushing up against his cheeks, looking down at him.
“You little worm,” she said teasingly. “You know, my feet get so tired carrying around my weight all day. They get so hot and sweaty…I think they need a good cleaning. “
She raised her left foot and held it over his face. He stared at the soft brown sole hovering above him and watched, transfixed, as a tiny bead of sweat slowly ran along the course of her instep and paused momentarily at the tip of her big toe. He thought of what it would be like to taste that sweat…to inhale the pungent aroma and experience the salty burst on the tongue as he swallowed her essence. The bead of sweat hovered with an agonizing slowness, growing larger and larger before finally dropping directly between his eyes.
“Now,” she said teasingly. You have two choices. You can either clean my feet with your tongue, or I can bring this foot down and crush your head like a ripe melon. Hmmm,” she chuckled “That could be kinda fun…I think I’d like to see that high and mighty brain of yours squish up between my toes. What do you think??”
“No…please!” he stammered. “I…I’ll lick your feet. Just please don’t kill me!”
“Aw, you mean that you don’t want to squish between my toes like jello?” Patty teased, wriggling her toes over his face. “Well, you’d better do a good job with that tongue, or I’m going to stomp you into pulp.”
She slowly lowered her foot onto his face, teasing him by brushing her toes against his lips, and then withdrawing them. His tongue explored every line, every fold of skin on her soles and between her long toes. Initially, he was overwhelmed by the explosion of taste and scent as she covered his face with her foot, but as his tongue flicked along the length of her sole, and as he delicately sucked on each individual toe, he found himself becoming aroused. His body was still wracked with pain from the brutal squashing, but he yearned for more. He felt as if he could spend the rest of his life happily beneath her, tasting her essence, bathed in the perfume of her heavenly feet.
“Hmmm,” she said as she shifted feet. “I think that you’re enjoying this, you little perv, “ she laughed. She grinned lasciviously as she looked down at his prone body. “You know, you really shouldn’t be enjoying this so much…how are you going to learn your lesson if you’re having such a good time?” She put her hands on her hips and cocked her head to the side. “Well, if you like my feet this much, then let me give you a real show.” She shifted her weight and pinched his nose between her toes, sealing off his breathing. He opened his mouth to gasp for breath, but she pressed her sole down, filling his mouth. He began to panic as she covered his face with her foot, smothering him completely.
“Awww, look at you,” she mocked. “Your eyes look like they’re about to pop right out of your head. Don’t you like my dainty little feet?”
Beneath her, he began to flop on the ground, desperate to get out from under her smothering foot. “Now,” she said as his struggles became more frantic, “this is what I want you to remember the next time a big girl like me enters your class. Treat us with respect, or we’ll grind you into paste beneath us, got it?” She raised her foot from his face, and he gulped great lungs full of air. Looking down directly into his face, she said sternly, “I expect that grade to be changed by the end of the week. If it isn’t, then I’m coming back here, and I’m going to use you as my own personal trampoline. I’ll crush your puny body under my feet until there’s nothing left, got it?”
He feebly nodded, nearly unconscious from the brutal squashing that he had received. But somewhere, down in the far recesses of his mind, he wondered what it would be like to be crushed by her again, and honestly didn’t know if that grade would change after all.

[Mlane]

From web:
I used to work at an ice cream store right next to a popular restaurant. I say

used to cuz as of yesterday i had quit, unfortunately though, it wasn't my

decision to quit. Let me back this up for u a little, it all started 2 weeks

ago on an abnormally hot summer day. Days like this usually mean a lot of

customers and normally i would mine, but watching this thin beauties walk by

me in there short skirts and tight tops always made my day. Now me myself am

not that attractive per say, i mean at 5'6 and 130 pounds and glasses, not

many women are throwing themselves at me. Well on this day during one of my

breaks i was outside smoking a cigarrette when i saw 2 enormous women walking

by, one in tight denim shorts, about 5'2 must've weighed about 275lbs., and

the otherin tight black lycra pants, she was taller, 5'7 but must've weighe

more than 300lbs. at the least. Her pants were so stretched they were almost

transparent, and they hugged each dimple and lump of fat in this woman's beefy

thigh. The other one had the shorts on so tight, the fat from her thigh was

covering the the bottom of her shorts, and being so short the rest of her

thighs were literally pouring out of them. I began coughing when i saw them

and laughing as they got closer, i couldn't help myself, did they not notice

the fat when they walked out of their homes? They both just stared at me and

kept walking, i actually laughed out loud as they walked around the corner. I

finished my cigarette and went back to work through the service door. I walked

in and went back to my post making ice cream and sure enough, the lady in the

lycra pants was my customer, i giggled and looked away. This fat ass is eating

ice cream, i thought to myself. I began making her ice cream, she orders the

largest size and goes on to add various toppings to the already over flowing

cup and i began to ring her up and she told me to wait for her friend. I

laughed when i saw her friend with an even larger cup of ice cream coming

behind her. I punched in their totals and added a few charges to the order,

just to be a dick, and ended up charging them $18 for the ice cream, even

though it was barely $15. After handing her the change i burst out laughing

and went to the back room. I finished off my day and went home, making lude

comments to a group of girls in mini skirts as i left. I decided to follow

them from behind the bushes where they couldn't see me, since i work in an

outdoor shopping plaza this went on for quite a bit, so long that i didn't

notice my bus pass by. Then one dropped something and was picking it up, i got

closer but stepped on a twig, she heard the crack and i ran like a bat out of

hell to my bus stop, just in time to see the last bus of the night drive off.

That means i would have to walk home, since i didn't have enough for a cab, i

was in for a hell of a walk, my job is 20-25mins away in car, an hour to an

hour and a half on bus, and i guess i was about to find out how far it would

be walking. I lived alone so i had no one waiting for me, so that was one less

thing to worry about. It was a little past midnight too so the sun wouldn't

even be an issue. After about half a mile i notice a minivan soming in my

direction and they slow down and lower the window, it was my manager, i ran to

her car and began explaining how the bus never came (i wasn't gonna tell her i

was stalking girls) and i had to walk home, she offered me a ride but told me

they would have to pick up her cousin and friend at the restaurant next to the

ice cream store, so i sat in the back. I was exhausted and decided to lay down

across the seat for a nap. I woke up to multiple femlae voices and a large

shadow over me, and a very strong odor. I slowly opened my eyes and almost

went into shock, it was the fat bitch in the shorts and the other one in the

lycra pants, what are they doing here. My manager introduced them as amy (the

one in shorts) as her cousin and tabitha (the on in the lycra) as her friend,

she went on to explain how offended they were by my actions and how she's

pretty much tired of me being such a chauvanistic pig. I began to sit up but

tabitha sat on my legs and pushed me back down, just as i was gonna say

something amy sat square on my face and i was completely pinned down. Just

then i heard the engine turn on and felt the car move and amy's thighs were so

soaked from sweating she slid off of me when the ca stopped at a stop sign.

They all started laughing as i gasped for air only to be cut short by her

sitting back on my face. This time she slid back some more and had my face

underneath both her sweaty thighs where the shorts no longer covered. I

couldn't hear what was going on around me, but that changed after hitting a

bump.

"i'm cold" said amy as she leaned forward allowing me to take in a deep breath

of fresh air as opposed to the the smell of her sweat. I heard her flip a

switch and felt air hit my arm, only it was hot, these bitches turned on the

heater. It wasn't long before drops of sweat trickled down between amy's

thighs and down my face. I struggled but couldn't get these bitches off of me,

they were too heavy. After struggling and not being able to breath, amy opened

her thighs enough for me to be able to breathe through my nose, but she would

randomly slam them shut and cut my air short. They would then laugh about it

above me, not that i could hear, but when they laughed their rolls of fat

would jiggle and bounce on me. We must've been driving for 45mins before i

heard the driver shift the car into park. It was then that i felt my ankles

tied together and tabitha had grabbed my wrists and shackled them together

right before sitting back down on my lap. Thats when amy got off of me and

they all looked at my face covered in sweat, mostly amy's sweat an dthey began

to giggle. Just as i opened my mouth to start yelling she stuffed her foot

into my mouth and held it there, the smell was intense and my eyes watered.

She then slowly rolled her sock off of her foot while it was still in my mouth

, when she finished getting her foot out of the sock she used it to push the

sock further into my mouth and then pressed her toes against my nose. They put

a blind fold on me and carried me out of the minivan and up some steps to a

door. I began struggling so they just dropped me onto the floor and i landed

with a loud thump, amy then planted the sole of her foot against my face as

she fiddled with some keys and soon enough the door opened and i was pulled

into the doorway. They removed the blindfld and laid me onto a padded bench

and strapped my arms and legs to the legs of the bench.

It wasn't till tabitha walked back into my view that i saw she was naked, i

looked at amy and she too was undressing. I tried to spit out the sock but the

cotton absorbed all my saliva, making the sock stick to my dry mouth, i could

still smell amy's feet on the sock. Just then Tabitha pulled the sock out, and

i opened my mouth to talk but was cut off by tabitha sitting right on my face.

This was too much, i could barely breath and what little are i could breath in

was mixed with the stench of her wet and sweaty pussy. I tried to cough but

couldn't since she was on my mouth. Then she began to grind on my face, first

slow circular motions and as she got wetter it lubricated my face and she

began moving more and more until eventually she was sliding her lips and clit

all over my face. From my hairline to my chin i was drenched in her juices,

the only breaths i had where in between her movements. Then she slid down onto

my chest and i was gasping for air trying to speak but then amy stood right

above my face. I tried to turn away but her thighs were so big that even at

mid thigh level her fat held my face in place. My face was still wet from

tabithas using me so she slowly slid down onto my face, making sure her thighs

never stopped rubbing against my face until i was met by her asshole. She then

lifted her legs up onto tabitha and leaned back onto my face while holding

onto the bench. Now i was completely engulfed by her ass cheeks, stuff in the

crack with no light, no air, only pressure, an dthe smell of her anus. Thats

when she began sliding back and forth on my face, apparently tabitha was

helping by pulling her legs back and forth. Little by little the tempo

increased until she leaned forward and pressed her snatch against my face and

continued to ride it relentlessly. After what seemed like 30mins. amy came,

all over my face as she smeared her cum all over my face with her pussy. By

now i had stopped struggling and just laid there, breathing whenever i could,

this was insane, who would've thought these bitches would hold a grudge. Just

then she leaned back and tabitha got on my mouth before i could talk. It was

then that i heard my manager's voice in the background.

"if u can hear me tap ur finger twice" i tapped twice, "ok well listen, these

2 ladies you so blatantly offended are very close friends of mine, tabitha is

my cousin and amy is her girlfriend an dthey don't like men, especially little

shits like you who think its cute to ridicule big beautiful women like them."

She began to walk around the bench, "Now here's whats gonna happen, i want

nothing to do with u anymore, you are no longer working for me, and i checked

your background, you were 3 weeks from getting evicted so i've gone ahead and

arranged a place for you to stay and also a way for you to apologize to these

lovely ladies. Are you comfortable, cuz this is where u will be spending the

majority of your days" I twitched, "and u will serve these 2, goddesses in

which ever way they please, in other words, you are have been demoted from

cashier at the ice cream parlor, to my cousin and her girlfriend's slave,

congratulations," she laughs, "I would stay and celebrate ur new, position,

but i have to get home, i've got to work tomorrow," She pauses, "and so do u"

It was then that amy got off of my face and tabitha slide down to my stomach

and i began to plead with my ex-manager, "please please, don't leave me here

with these cows, please no u can't do this!! plemfph, mmmmph" my begging was

cut off when tabitha stuck here sweaty foot into my mouth and began to rub the

other on my face. "SUCK IT!" tabitha yelled as she grabbed my balls and

squeezed, the pain was unbearable and i began to suck her toes and she

released my balls, i looked to the side and saw my manager waving at me with a

huge smile on her face as she slowly closed the door, "welcome home" said amy

and i looked up only to be greeted by her enormous ass falling onto my face...

[Mlane]

From web:
Annie was having a ball – she hadn’t been out to a club for years. This was her first fun outing since the divorce – and she felt a little self conscious. At 45, she was more than twice the age of most of the people out in town for a Saturday night. That didn’t bother her as much as her size – it was not just her weight, but she was undeniably huge – she didn’t think that her huge thighs or bottom would attract many men, but she knew that her huge cleavage on display just might. She had on a tightly hugging thin jumper that squeezed together and lifted up those massive breasts. Plus she was unusually tall. In any case, she was only out to have fun with friends, but she was secretly hoping to have some special fun tonight.

She was determined to enjoy the club, even though it was completely packed with people, very noisy, and very hot. She was sweating so much and getting to the bar for a drink took ages. There wasn’t much room to move around, which only made her a bit more self conscious, especially every time she pushed against somebody with that huge bum.

But then a smart man caught her eye and offered her a drink. He was quite small – especially compared to her, his head only reaching to her boobs. But they danced, and they had fun. She noticed that he could not keep his eyes off her chest and, being a little bit drunk, decided to have a little more fun. After a dance she manouvered him to a gap at the wall to chat. He had his back to the wall and she pressed forwards slightly so that her huge breasts were close to his face, but carried on chatting pretending that it was so busy behind her that she was being pushed towards him. She felt so naughty and daring doing this in public. She pressed forwards a bit more, making it obvious that this was no accident. It made her feel powerful. His face was pressed into her jumper at her breasts. Looking down she grinned – each boob was easily bigger than his head. She pressed forwards futher, now squashing his face into her cleavage, and a moment later leaned her whole weight forwards, her flesh surrounding his head, smothering him in her huge cleavage. After a few moments her struggled and pushed her back – he was flushed but obviously excited. So she did it again.

She saw that a young couple to her right had noticed what she was doing, and she looked straight at them and, with a broad smile, squeezed her boobs together with her hands, very slowly and deliberately. Then she released her captive man – he didn’t notice the couple, he was completely transfixed by that massive chest. This time she leaned back a little – giving the couple beside them a clear view, and put her hand round the back of the man’s head. She was strong, and easily pulled his face forwards into that cleavage. He didn’t resist at all.

They left the club giggling soon after and headed to his apartment. He was younger than her – in his mid 30s – and some kind of professional. She couldn’t remember what but was looking forwards to having some more fun with him. She felt free and uninhibited.

Back at his place they did have fun, and ended up in is bedroom. Lying in bed she asked him if he had any secret fantasies. He blushed, hesitant to say. They relaxed and got comfortable and he confessed in her ear. “I like dominant women” he stammered. He was nervous. His lips were quivering. He put his hand on her naked buttock. “I like having my face sat on”. He paused. “Really sat on, by a relaxing women using me as her cushion, squashing me under her for hours, making my head disappear”. His breathing was heavy and irregular. “Holding me there and not letting me escape” – another pause – “while she relaxes and maybe even enjoys herself”. He gasped. And then sat back quietly. He didn’t mention that it was indeed a fantasy – he had never experienced it.

Annie thought for a moment. There were a few reasons why it might not be a good idea. She was very heavy and would surely crush him. Her bottom was huge – so wide – what if she hurt him. Not only that, but she really needed a shower, and knew she was sweaty and oily down there. But she was a bit turned on by the idea, and he was so keen. Why was he making such a fuss about it, as if it was difficult to do? She stood up and instructed him to lie back on the bed, with his head near the end. She walked around the bed, watching his face carefully, as he watched her huge naked body approaching. In only a moment she was standing at the end of the bed, facing away from him – looking directly into the mirrored wardrobe. She sat down and relaxed. He was struggling a bit. She looked at the mirror. She was sitting in the soft bed – his head had disappeared right into the mattress, and she could only see a small tuft of his hair. She chuckled. His hand were on her thighs trying to push up, then her buttocks. He couldn’t move her at all. He was really struggling. She quite liked it. She noticed how slim his arms were compared to her massive thighs, especially when she sat like this. She wondered for a moment if he could breathe. She watched him struggling. Maybe he couldn’t breathe – she noticed his struggles were getting a bit weaker. Perhaps she should get off for a moment. His feeble attempts to lift her off seemed even weaker. But he had said to relax for hours, that was what he liked. It must be fine. Still – she pondered for a few moments. Better lift off just in case. She leaned forwards and lifted up, heard his desperate gasping.

She thought to herself: he likes that? Being smothered and squashed? That I can do. She sat back down, cutting off his gasps. This time she leaned back a little, gripping his wrists in her hands for support. She looked at the mirror again – widened her legs a little. All she could see of him was some hair underneath her own mash of public hair. She looked down behind her, noticing her huge bottom squashing back right back over his chest. He was properly pinned under her – this time he could only kick his legs a bit. She easily held his arms firmly. She lifted up and heard him gasp, then sat down again. He must be loving this. She looked round – yes, he was certainly demonstrating a proud erection. She stretched her legs out, not thinking that this would squash him even more. She relaxed. Hours? No problem. She lifted up after a minute for him to catch his breath, and sat down again.

After a while she felt like a change. And she remembered that he said she should ‘enjoy’ herself. She knew what he meant and had a good idea.

She sat up straight, not thinking about the massive increase in weight on his face. She let him breathe, and heard his moans and gasping. This time she sat down and lay back on him. She felt her buttocks spread around his face and lifted her head to look in the mirror. She lifted a little so that his head would appear from deep under her in the mattress, and saw her buttocks spread right round his face, his head wedged deeply. She wiggled her bottom, pressing down now, mashing his face in even deeper. Then she reached down, and wiggling again, spread her buttocks with her hands, and squashed down to get him as deeply as she could. His nose was pressing against the base of her opening, and she knew his mouth was near her anus. She wanted him to lick. To stick his tongue in. That was her fantasy, she suddenly realised. The thought of making him do that made her tingle all over.

She lifted up – hearing him gasp. “Lick my hole” she commanded softly. “Get your tongue in”. Then she set down again, spreading her buttocks wide and pressing his deeply in, crushing his face flat deep in her, his mouth tightly against her sweaty anus. She felt the tip of his tongue try to stick out, but his mouth had been squashed almost closed. It didn’t occur to her that his weight cut off his every movement – she had no idea his eyes were crushed closed, his nose painfully squashed, or that he could not open or close his mouth. But she wanted his tongue – and she was going to take it – to make him do what she wanted. He liked a dominant woman? Now she was going to be dominant and get what she wanted.

She lifted her bottom and dropped back down heavily, as a punishment. She ground down around on his face, mashing his head under her weight. She knew he liked it really. She did this for a while, then gave him some air. And then she lay back down again, lying on her back on top of him, her immense bottom spread around his face. By chance this time his mouth was open a bit wider and he knew he must snake out his tongue – he knew he had no choice at all.

She reached down and started to rub herself. She imagined a man in her while she lay back enjoying this one under her. She rubbed herself slowly, knowing he was enjoying it. It was a misplaced knowledge – he really wasn’t. But she had no idea of that as she slowly rubbed herself and gently gyrated her behind on his face, pulverising him mercilessly.

She let her imagination go, thinking of man after man in her while this one served her behind. It always took her a very long time to get close, perfect for this man underneath her (or so she thought). He had a long useful tongue, and whilst it was constrained by her weight, he was managing to squash it into her hole and just push it in and out. But every time she almost came close she knew she had left him too long without air and had to lift up, hearing him gasp desperately. Sometimes when she lay back down he wouldn’t manage to get his tongue into place, and she would be set back again even further. It was frustrating. But she was still enjoying it.

And then suddenly it crept up on her and she came, the biggest orgasm in years. She slammed her thighs together and writhed in spasm, tightening every muscle, pressing down on him. When she opened her thighs again she realised she had soaked the bed – she felt his hair – it was soaked too. It had been brilliant. She could feel him feebly struggling, and lifted her bottom up again. It was too much effort to sit up. She heard him gasping. “Lick my ass clean” she moaned. He didn’t dare refuse, and slowly, feebly, stuck out his tongue. He couldn’t move his head, his eyes were refusing to open. He was in agony, but started to lick. Her crack was very oily and wet. It matched his face. He ran his tongue around. She was too tired to hold herself up off him, and lay back down again. She had an idea.

She rolled off him and stood up. He was bright pink all over – she grinned. Must have been good. “Ready for some serious licking while I squash you?” she grinned. He just moaned – she took that as a good thing. She knelt over his face, this time facing his feet, and squashed her bottom back into his face again. This time he could lick her bottom while she played with him.

She squashed back and down, and felt him licking up and down slowly while she leaned forwards to play with his penis. He wasn’t hard – she wondered why. She began to rub it, and soon he was solid and firm. She grinned to herself. As she rubbed him he would stop licking and moan. But she wanted him to keep licking, so whenever he stopped she took his balls in her hand and squeezed slowly but powerfully, crushing them in her big strong hand until she was satisfied with his tongue. Then she went back to rubbing him more vigorously. It didn’t take too long and then in moments he hands were covered in a sticky white liquid. She carried on stroking him using his own cum as a lubricant. He began to struggle and she sat back heavily on his face, pinning his arms easily with her legs, her weight stopping him from bucking up in protest. His legs were kicking and struggling, but she carried on amused, punishing the small man.

She realised that it was enough for him, though she had had fun. She leaned back and sat fully on his face again, relaxing for a minute.

Then she climbed off and looked down at him. He didn’t move, just moaned and groaned a little. He wanted to beg her to stop but didn’t have the energy. His whole body ached, but his face really hurt. It had only been an hour, but had seemed an eternity to him.

She leaned forwards and rubbed her boobs in his face, then gave him a little kiss. “That was fun, call me if you want to do it again”. She wondered how soon she’d hear from him.

[Mlane]

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It had been a hell of an evening. Marie had decided she wanted to pull tonight, and had been dancing with Graeme for hours. In between, they had spent time kissing and touching. She liked his body - big and strong. He liked hers - busty and curvy. They both knew what would be happening later.

But Graeme kept drinking. And drinking more. By throwing out time, he could hardly stand. They couldn''t get a taxi, and it was raining. They were soaked through to the skin and started to walk. She was hardly dressed for it, in her short skirt and light t-shirt. Graeme was exhausted, and the evening was turning into a disaster. After 20 minutes they were in the middle of nowhere, crossing an empty industrial estate. It would be another hour before they reached the flat. She was still upbeat, but Graeme had had enough. He sat down on the ground, leaning back against a factory wall.

"Get up, you lazy git!" she shouted at him, jokingly. She didn''t expect the response.
"Fuck off you fat cow" he slurred.

She couldn''t believe it - her desires were switching off like a light.
"Come on, Graeme, lets go."

"I said piss off, thunderthighs. I''m staying here".

She shouted back at him now. "Thunderthighs? Take it back, apologise now."

"Kiss my ass" he replied. "And fuck off. Take your flabby behind and go that way". He tried to lift his hand to point, but was too drunk.

It hit a nerve. She was quite touchy about her size 18 figure. She was tall, and had long legs that she liked to show off, even if her thighs were quite thick. She couldn''t deny that her bottom was big - wide and soft. And although it (usually) did the trick, she was still vulnerable to comments about it.

"I''m warning you, Graeme. Now get up and lets go. I''m not walking back on my own, and I need to get home and sit down. So come on!"

He slurred "oh fuck off" as he drifted off to sleep. She was furious now. His words were ringing in her ears. ''Kiss my ass'' - how dare he.

She stood over him for a moment. She couldn''t walk back on her own - she was as drunk as him and needed his support. Her anger rose into a blind fury. She wanted to kick him, hard. She wobbled just at the thought. She needed to sit down.

Then she had an idea. It was so simple, so perfect. Combine some punishment with a seat. Punishment from her ''flabby behind''. The tiniest voice in her was trying to say ''you cant do that! its too naughty. You''re too heavy. You weigh 18 stones! You''ll squash him flat'' but at the same time her anger, and her desire to punish him came to the fore.

She pulled her skirt and panties down and stood in front of him. She turned away and wiggled her bottom inches from his face. He was snoozing, his hands resting on the ground. She trapped his wrists under her shoes - the space between the heel and the front snugly fitting over his wrists. Then she leaned back a little, and felt the top of his head. She reached back with one hand, leaning back slightly and supporting herself against the wall. With her other hand she reached back to his head and pulled his face up, pulling his hair.

She heard him mutter "huh" as she leaned back heavily, pressing down slightly with her weight. Her buttocks met his face and she pressed back hard. They glided around his face easily, opening up to envelope him in their meaty grip, lubricated by her sweat from dancing and from the walk.

For the briefest moment she thought ''ewwww! thats disgusting'' before her wanton desire took over again, and she leaned her weight heavily back now, bending her knees and transferring her weight onto Graeme''s face.

His head was squashed deep in between her buttocks, but his chin was sticking out and she could hear him complaining and moaning. ''Serves him right'' she thought, leaning back a bit more. She began to relax her weight down now. His head had been forced back and was jammed facing up as she began to use him as a chair.

He was struggling but his wrists were solidly pinned. He pulled and pushed hard, frantically trying to escape, but her weight solidly held him. He wasn''t quite sure what was happening, but he knew that his head was painfully bent back and was being crushed down against his body, and was being squeezed and squashed inside the sweaty, meaty flesh. He couldn''t see anything and breathing was hard. Then it lifted and a the wide fleshy buttocks appeared in front of him. He tried to move his head away as they came back down again, but with a deft flick to the side his head was rolled round so that his face was directly against the wide meaty cleft between those big buttocks. And then the pressure started again as they opened and slid around his face. His head was again firmly gripped as the pressure increased, both crushing his head and painfully bending his neck back. His eyes were sealed shut, and this time his mouth was firmly muffled by the soft flesh. He couldn''t move and couldn''t breathe, couldn''t see, and the pain was almost unbearable.

His brain kicked into action and he realised that she was using his face as a seat. He couldn''t believe how solid she was, how much power she possessed to hurt and crush him with. She bounced up and down, lifting herself and crashing her weight down. The pain in his neck was electric, red hot burning as his head was bent back so far. And he was so humiliated, trapped here like this. As she sat back more heavily now, the pain and pressure increased dramatically and unexpectedly for Graeme. He still couldn''t breathe, and was panicking, pushing and pulling, trying frantically to move. He could only kick his legs a bit but she paid no attention. Then she lifted off and stood up. This time she stepped back, squashing his face between her bottom and the wall. She pressed back harder, crushing him into the wall. Again, those big sweaty buttocks parted slightly, accepting his face, as their meatiness enveloped his face. This time she pressed straight back, heavily, and slowly used her strong thighs to gyrate her bottom up and down a little, rubbing his face deeply in her crack. Then she rubbed from side to side, slowly humiliating him, his head deeply wedged in her big bottom.

This gave her an immense feeling of satisfaction and the next 20 minutes were spent leaning back, gyrating her bottom around, with his face jammed deep in the sweaty cleft, crushed hard against the wall. He had given up struggling, and she occassionally allowed him a break and some air - the cold air biting his face before she leaned back again, enjoying the delicious sensation. She used her hands to squeeze her buttocks together harder, squashing their softness right around his face, enveloping him past his ears.

Her legs were getting tired now, and so she reached back and gripped him by the hair, dragging him a few metres onto the grass, behind a low hedge. She pulled off his coat. It was still pouring with rain and the ground was soft as she laid him flat, face up. He was still too drunk to make sense of what was happening, and just now wasn''t resisting.

She stood over him, facing his feet, and slowly sat down. Her buttocks again touched his face as she leant back. She pressed down again onto his face and those big buttocks spread once again, taking his face in between them. As she sat back she squashed his head into the ground - sinking into the wet muddy grass which held his head as her weight crushed him totally now, as she relaxed back. She felt the cold grass against her bottom and realised that she was sitting on him so heavily that she had crushed him deep into the ground. She looked around behind her and could not see his head at all from that angle - it looked like she was just sitting in the grass. All she could see was her big bottom on the grass. It amused her.

She was more amused when at his attempts to get her off. As she sat back she had forgotten to pin his arms, and suddenly realised that his hands were free as he gripped her hips and tried to lift her off. She had a moment of panic which quickly turned to amusement as she discovered that, even as strong as he was, he couldn''t shift her at all. He was exhausting himself and was completely unable to move her an inch.

His whole head was trapped directly under those great buttocks and she was sitting straight up, legs now in front of her on top of Graeme. She stood up and looked down at him. He couldn''t get up. She was tired.

This time she placed his coat down on the grass behind him. Then she sat down again heavily. His head once again trapped inside that tremendous meaty cleft. She slid up slightly so that he could breathe, his chin sticking out. She was tired. She lay back, crushing his head more deeply back into the grass now, and relaxed. Lying flat on her back with Graeme''s face trapped in her bottom she drifted off into a light sleep.

[Canadian Mike]

they are all nice reads. Thanks.

CM

[maniac]

Such nice stories. Ty very much.

[41Puddin]

WOW very nice storys indead, wish i could find a BBW like that guy did in the club, that would be amazing, very well written storys thanks for adding them