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11-03-2009, 7:32 PM
It's been a while, folks. Here's a new story. Hope you enjoy it.
Smother-ware
We were getting ready for bed, with plans to play a bit before retiring. I was lying in bed, nude, with the covers drawn up to my waist. She came out of the bathroom wearing just her robe. I could see that she had nothing on underneath. She came around to her side of the bed. "Let me see," she muttered as she rummaged through some stuff by the closet. "Ah, here they are."
They, I thought to myself. I wonder what she's up to. I was soon to find out. She casually tossed them to me. A pair of sheer white silk panties. I fondled them for a moment, admiring the smoothness of the silk, wondering what was up.
"Do you like them?" she asked. "I modified them just for you. I call them 'smother-wear.'" Curious as to just what kind of 'modifications' she might have made, I examined them a little more closely. They seemed to be fairly ordinary sheer silk panties. Then I realized what was missing. Where ordinary panties would have a cotton panel in the crotch, these had only the sheer, slightly see-through, silky material. "Ahh," she noted, "you have found my little alteration.
"You see, when I sit on your face nude, I have a hard time concentrating on anything. You stick your tongue in my pussy and I get so excited that I just have to have your cock. I know how much you love it, but I just can't handle the stimulation." Indeed, I knew from experience that when I needed air while she was smothering me in this fashion, I could quickly get her to move off by being a little more aggressive with my tongue and teeth.
"On the other hand, when I sit on your face with my normal panties on, I have a difficult time feeling anything at all. Oh, I can feel you squirming and struggling to breathe, but it just isn't very stimulating for me." I had noticed this, as well. While she was able to smother me for a longer time, she didn't get nearly as wet from this.
"So I thought of these. With only this thin layer of fabric, I should be able to feel you more. You should also be able to taste me better. And, I can smother you for as long as I want." With this, she took her 'smother-wear' back from me and slid them up her legs. "Get ready, sweetheart. We're going for a good, long, ride."
I slid a little towards the foot of the bed, my cock already stiffening in anticipation of the delights to come. She dropped her robe and climbed on the bed, crushing her body against mine. We kissed, and my hand found its way to her crotch. I stroked the thin layer of silk that was concealing her opening. I could feel the moistness already seeping from her, revealing the height of her arousal. I pressed my hand firmly against her vaginal lips while I brushed my lips, teasingly, across hers, her cheeks, and the nape of her neck. "Stop it," she moaned, shuddering as I nibbled an earlobe.
Pushing my shoulders down against the mattress, she knelt above me. Looking like some kind of goddess, she firmly tweaked my nipples, provoking a gasp of mixed pleasure and pain. She slid up my torso, kneeling astraddle my chest. Looking into my eyes, she forced one hand over my mouth, stifling the moans generated by her pinching. with her other hand, she reached for my nose. Pinching my nostrils shut, she held my breath for a moment.
As my oxygen ran out, I opened my mouth under her hand. The soft skin maintained a firm lock on my lips. I blew and sucked hard, forcing air between her fingers. She responded by gripping my mouth tighter, stopping my labored attempts to get a breath of air. I twisted my head from side to side, but she maintained her seal on my mouth and nose. Grinning, she whispered "What's the matter, honey? Can't breathe? Why are you struggling? I thought you liked it?"
Finally, I could stand it no longer. I reached up and pulled her hands away. Breathing deeply, I regained some control. "Do you want me to sit on your face?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah," I gasped, still trying to catch my breath.
"But if I do," she said innocently, "you won't be able to breathe. And you certainly won't be able to move me with your hands, because I'll be holding them down."
"I'll take my chances," I said, excitedly but with a little anxiety at how the new panties were going to change things.
She gripped my wrists firmly, pulling my hands above my head. Sliding forwards, she brought her 'smother-ware' covered pussy towards my face. With her thighs on either side of my head, she slowly lowered herself ... gently touching my nose and lips with her nether regions. My breath was rapid, surging in and out, warming her pantied pussy. Finally, she lowered herself a little more, carefully making contact with my face.
Gently at first, but smoothly, she increased the pressure. My nose, compressed by the fabric stretched tightly across her pussy, was denied entry into her precious opening. Instead, it was mashed flat into my face. The thin film of silk pressed onto my lips, also, as they sought access to her ass. They, too, were denied that which they desired.
I found myself still able to get some air through my mouth. The panties held open a small space along her crack. My every breath, labored as they were, was flavored with the delightful musky scent of her bottom. I squirmed a little, trying to penetrate those devilish pants and gain access to the delights within. To no avail; struggling, straining, pressing my tongue against them, the panties resisted my attacks. My nose, imprisoned as it was right below her pussy, was filled with her smell. I could feel a slight dampness, as well. I struggled to get my tongue up that far, hoping for a taste of her nectar. This, too, was denied me.
Lost beneath her, I couldn't keep track of time. My very existence became a struggle to alternately get air and get a taste of her. Eventually, I can't say after how long, she rose slightly. She carefully slid down my chest once again, then swung her leg over my sweaty form.
A few pinches to my nipples and a couple strokes of my cock got my attention focused once more. "Do you want to be smothered, now?" she cooed.
"Please," I begged. "I need to be smothered by your pussy and ass."
"Are you sure you can handle it? I'm going to sit for a while. You won't be able to breathe. You'll have to squirm and struggle, but only I will get to decide when, or if, you get to take a breath."
I was almost shaking with anticipation. "I wouldn't want it any other way," I confirmed.
She swung her leg over my body once more, but this time she was facing my feet. Slowly she positioned herself, giving me ample opportunity to take in the view of her gorgeous ass. Down came her pussy, making contact with my greedy lips. My nose was compressed between her butt cheeks, the silk fabric pressing tightly against it. Her globes enveloped my head, compressing it tightly, blotting out all view of the world and replacing it with tightly stretched silk and soft but unyielding skin.
My air was completely cut off. Her pussy totally covered my mouth, giving no opening for air to enter or leave. Her ass compressed my nose firmly, preventing any hope of relief. Her ample ass also covered my eyes, preventing me from enjoying the view. Cut off from the world, I lay there, smothering under her.
My hands, freed from her earlier grasp, sought purchase by which to shift her position. Confident with her stature, she ignored their futile clutching. She had better things to do with her own hands.
smack Her open palm slapped against my balls, bouncing them upwards. smack again, modifying her aim slightly, making sure I would feel the fullness of the impact. I gasped at the sudden sting, but, of course, couldn't get any air. Squirming more desperately, I tried in vain to both get some air and dodge her carefully aimed blows.
smack smack smack More spanks rained down on my balls. I arched my back in a confused attempt to either dodge or meet her hand as it flashed through the air. Each blow, while not hard enough to do more than sting a little, still provoked shuddering gasps and vigorous struggles. My balls retracted snugly against my body, but I was betrayed by my rock hard cock. I was loving every second of the agony, and she knew it!
Shifting slightly forwards, she allowed me, by craning my head back as far as I could, to open up a single nostril. This position caused me to jam my chin into her crotch, which I knew from experience gave her some good stimulation. She ground herself forcefully onto my chin as I continued to gasp air in and out.
She stayed in this position, pussy grinding into my chin, ass mashing my face, allowing me just one nostril free to breathe, for several minutes. This was much longer than was usual. Normally, ten or fifteen seconds like this was all she could handle and she would move to my cock. This time, equipped with her 'smother-wear,' she could sit for as long as she wanted to... and she wanted to.
As she continued to sit there, I noticed her starting to bounce, just slightly, grinding her pussy hard against my chin. After several minutes, I felt her tense up and she slipped back, just a fraction of an inch, but it was enough to seal my nose off once more. I resumed my struggles, trying to get that tiniest of air gaps back. I squirmed, trying to twist my head to one side... anything to get some more air, but she sat firmly astride my face.
I could feel the thin material over my mouth suddenly moisten and I realized, in some rational corner of my brain, that she had just come on my face! The base animal part of my brain, however, only knew one thing... it needed AIR. My struggles intensified as I smothered beneath her ass and pussy. She grabbed my flailing arms by the wrists and forced them down to my sides. I started to buck, pushing my body into an arch-like shape in an attempt to shift her position, even just slightly, to one that would allow me to breathe.
Finally, she lifted, just a fraction of an inch, and air rushed in and out of my desperate lungs. My steamy breath rushed past her pantie covered pussy, warming and moistening it even more than it was already. I gasped and gulped as much air as I could as fast as I could that I started to get a little light headed. Then, as the pace of my gasps started to subside, she pressed down once again.
"Nommmmm," I tried to beg her for just a little more air, but her pussy sealed my mouth tightly. I struggled to twist my head from side to side, but her ass clenched my nose tightly. Her hands maintained their firm grasp on my wrists, pinning me to the bed. There was no doubt about who was in complete control of the situation.
This pattern was repeated several times. She would sit, tightly sealing my mouth and nose while I struggled, trying desperately to get air. After twenty or thirty seconds (I really had no idea of the duration, but it was right at the limit of what I could stand) she would raise herself up, just a tiny fraction of an inch, and let me catch my breath. Of course, every breath was filled with the wonderful aromas emanating from her pussy and back side. When she felt I had enough, or even if she didn't, she would resume crushing my face with her butt, smothering me forcefully while keeping me pinned and immobile.
I was loving every second of it! The exquisite sensations just went on and on, sapping both my strength and endurance. It seemed to go on for hours, which was a big change as usually our facesitting escapades only lasted a few minutes. She seemed to know exactly how long she could sit to provoke the maximum amount of struggling and squirming.
After an eternity of blissful smothering, she slipped off of my face, leaving me gasping for breath. My face dripped with sweat, condensation from my breath, and some moisture from her pussy. I took advantage of the brief respite to take deep cleansing breaths, certain that she wasn't through with me quite yet.
Sure enough, I soon felt her climb back on the bed. As she straddled my torso, her now bare crotch pressed on my chest, dripping with her wetness. I looked up, past her beautiful breasts, and could see her radiant face looking down at me. "Are you ready?" she asked as my panting started to return to normal.
"Ready for what?" I asked, innocently.
"To be smothered, of course."
"What was that you were doing a minute ago?"
"That was just a warm-up," she replied with a grin.
Slowly, she positioned herself above my crotch. With a deft motion, she inserted me into her well lubricated opening, impaling herself on my hardness. Then her hands sought out my mouth and nose. A quick grab and now I was smothering under her hands.
I enjoyed her hand smother for a moment, then pulled my lips back so I could breathe through the corners of my mouth. This was fairly typical when she smothered me with her hands as they were not very large. This time, instead of continuing to try to smother me, she released me and said "Huh. I guess I'd better figure out a way to prevent you from doing that."
She reached over to her nightstand and picked up her 'smother-wear' panties that she had discarded earlier. She wadded them up into a ball and stuffed them into my mouth. Clamping one hand over my mouth once more, she pinched my nose shut with the other and started smoothly riding my ever stiffening cock. While her panties did act somewhat as a barrier, I was still able to contort my mouth in such a way as to get a little air in and out. The feeling as she gripped my mouth, trying to prevent even this small amount of air to pass was amazing. My submission to her control was almost complete.
Once more she released me, muttering about it being "...still not good enough." She reached over to her night stand and opened the drawer. After a brief rummage through its contents she exclaimed "Perfect, this will do nicely." Glancing over, I saw what she had retrieved... a sizable roll of duct tape. She deftly tore a strip of tape from the roll and proceeded to smooth it over my lips, trapping her panties inside. She used a nice long strip, and the tape was quite wide, so when I tried moving my jaws and lips to dislodge it, I found that it remained just as tightly sealed as when she first applied it.
All this time, my erection had waited patiently, imprisoned in her hot pussy. It had subsided slightly while she fooled around with the tape, but now that it had been successfully applied, I was returning to my earlier hardness. Being gagged in this way, with her moist panties stuffed in my mouth and secured there with a sizable amount of duct tape, I was getting excited at the prospect of some additional smothering.
Gently, but effectively, she pinched my nose firmly between her Thumb and forefinger. My breath was stopped again as she started smothering me again. This time, with my mouth tightly secured, I had no way to get any air. My cheeks puffed out as I tried blowing the tape off my lips, but it was too wide and well secured. I knew that, over time, my sweat and saliva would loosen the adhesive, but time was not something I had in great amounts.
While she was smothering me, she started moving her hips up and down, stimulating my cock intensely. She moved very slowly, driving me wild with desire. My hips rose to meet each thrust, but she was easily able to control just how much of me was in her at any moment. When I found myself needing a breath, I reached up and pulled her hand away, freeing my nose from her grasp, but I would soon guide it back as I craved the sensation of being smothered while I was being fucked. Being unable to breathe heightened the stimulation as she teased me with her pussy.
She slowly ground her self onto me, and it didn't take long before she shuddered through another climax. At some point, she looked into my eyes and whispered "it's your turn, now." She then pulled my face into her chest, wrapping her hands behind my head. My nose, my only way of getting air, was pressed tightly into her breasts. I knew that no amount of struggling could free it from this prison.
She continued her slow ride as my oxygen quickly ran out. I started to struggle, but she entwined her fingers in my hair and held me tightly against her. I could feel my orgasm building as I quickly lost control. Like a rushing geyser, I exploded into her.
She continued to milk me with her pussy as my climax subsided, but she maintained her firm grip on my hair, continuing to smother me against her breasts. Panic started to set in and I started to push and pull at her, trying anything in my desperation to break the seal she had on my nose. I grasped at her ass and tried pulling her forwards, then I grabbed at her breasts to try pushing them away from my face. She held tighter as I struggled, maintaining her tight seal and smothering me like she never had before.
I fought on even as I could feel myself weakening. The desperation to get another breath was unbearable. I started to see spots, even though no light could reach my eyes. Then...
My head was pounding as I slowly opened my eyes. Her concerned face peered into mine, as relief flooded across it. As I opened my mouth to ask what had happened, I realized that the tape and panties were both gone. She told me that my struggles had pushed her over the edge and she had come again. When she came back down from her orgasm, she realized that I wasn't responding. She had quickly removed both tape and panties, and I had started breathing again, but it had taken me a few minutes to come around. She had spent that time trying to think of what to say to the EMTs.
I thanked her for the mind blowing experience, and we both agreed to use her 'smother-wear' again, but that she would be more careful next time.
Hope you enjoyed it.
BC
Smother-ware
We were getting ready for bed, with plans to play a bit before retiring. I was lying in bed, nude, with the covers drawn up to my waist. She came out of the bathroom wearing just her robe. I could see that she had nothing on underneath. She came around to her side of the bed. "Let me see," she muttered as she rummaged through some stuff by the closet. "Ah, here they are."
They, I thought to myself. I wonder what she's up to. I was soon to find out. She casually tossed them to me. A pair of sheer white silk panties. I fondled them for a moment, admiring the smoothness of the silk, wondering what was up.
"Do you like them?" she asked. "I modified them just for you. I call them 'smother-wear.'" Curious as to just what kind of 'modifications' she might have made, I examined them a little more closely. They seemed to be fairly ordinary sheer silk panties. Then I realized what was missing. Where ordinary panties would have a cotton panel in the crotch, these had only the sheer, slightly see-through, silky material. "Ahh," she noted, "you have found my little alteration.
"You see, when I sit on your face nude, I have a hard time concentrating on anything. You stick your tongue in my pussy and I get so excited that I just have to have your cock. I know how much you love it, but I just can't handle the stimulation." Indeed, I knew from experience that when I needed air while she was smothering me in this fashion, I could quickly get her to move off by being a little more aggressive with my tongue and teeth.
"On the other hand, when I sit on your face with my normal panties on, I have a difficult time feeling anything at all. Oh, I can feel you squirming and struggling to breathe, but it just isn't very stimulating for me." I had noticed this, as well. While she was able to smother me for a longer time, she didn't get nearly as wet from this.
"So I thought of these. With only this thin layer of fabric, I should be able to feel you more. You should also be able to taste me better. And, I can smother you for as long as I want." With this, she took her 'smother-wear' back from me and slid them up her legs. "Get ready, sweetheart. We're going for a good, long, ride."
I slid a little towards the foot of the bed, my cock already stiffening in anticipation of the delights to come. She dropped her robe and climbed on the bed, crushing her body against mine. We kissed, and my hand found its way to her crotch. I stroked the thin layer of silk that was concealing her opening. I could feel the moistness already seeping from her, revealing the height of her arousal. I pressed my hand firmly against her vaginal lips while I brushed my lips, teasingly, across hers, her cheeks, and the nape of her neck. "Stop it," she moaned, shuddering as I nibbled an earlobe.
Pushing my shoulders down against the mattress, she knelt above me. Looking like some kind of goddess, she firmly tweaked my nipples, provoking a gasp of mixed pleasure and pain. She slid up my torso, kneeling astraddle my chest. Looking into my eyes, she forced one hand over my mouth, stifling the moans generated by her pinching. with her other hand, she reached for my nose. Pinching my nostrils shut, she held my breath for a moment.
As my oxygen ran out, I opened my mouth under her hand. The soft skin maintained a firm lock on my lips. I blew and sucked hard, forcing air between her fingers. She responded by gripping my mouth tighter, stopping my labored attempts to get a breath of air. I twisted my head from side to side, but she maintained her seal on my mouth and nose. Grinning, she whispered "What's the matter, honey? Can't breathe? Why are you struggling? I thought you liked it?"
Finally, I could stand it no longer. I reached up and pulled her hands away. Breathing deeply, I regained some control. "Do you want me to sit on your face?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah," I gasped, still trying to catch my breath.
"But if I do," she said innocently, "you won't be able to breathe. And you certainly won't be able to move me with your hands, because I'll be holding them down."
"I'll take my chances," I said, excitedly but with a little anxiety at how the new panties were going to change things.
She gripped my wrists firmly, pulling my hands above my head. Sliding forwards, she brought her 'smother-ware' covered pussy towards my face. With her thighs on either side of my head, she slowly lowered herself ... gently touching my nose and lips with her nether regions. My breath was rapid, surging in and out, warming her pantied pussy. Finally, she lowered herself a little more, carefully making contact with my face.
Gently at first, but smoothly, she increased the pressure. My nose, compressed by the fabric stretched tightly across her pussy, was denied entry into her precious opening. Instead, it was mashed flat into my face. The thin film of silk pressed onto my lips, also, as they sought access to her ass. They, too, were denied that which they desired.
I found myself still able to get some air through my mouth. The panties held open a small space along her crack. My every breath, labored as they were, was flavored with the delightful musky scent of her bottom. I squirmed a little, trying to penetrate those devilish pants and gain access to the delights within. To no avail; struggling, straining, pressing my tongue against them, the panties resisted my attacks. My nose, imprisoned as it was right below her pussy, was filled with her smell. I could feel a slight dampness, as well. I struggled to get my tongue up that far, hoping for a taste of her nectar. This, too, was denied me.
Lost beneath her, I couldn't keep track of time. My very existence became a struggle to alternately get air and get a taste of her. Eventually, I can't say after how long, she rose slightly. She carefully slid down my chest once again, then swung her leg over my sweaty form.
A few pinches to my nipples and a couple strokes of my cock got my attention focused once more. "Do you want to be smothered, now?" she cooed.
"Please," I begged. "I need to be smothered by your pussy and ass."
"Are you sure you can handle it? I'm going to sit for a while. You won't be able to breathe. You'll have to squirm and struggle, but only I will get to decide when, or if, you get to take a breath."
I was almost shaking with anticipation. "I wouldn't want it any other way," I confirmed.
She swung her leg over my body once more, but this time she was facing my feet. Slowly she positioned herself, giving me ample opportunity to take in the view of her gorgeous ass. Down came her pussy, making contact with my greedy lips. My nose was compressed between her butt cheeks, the silk fabric pressing tightly against it. Her globes enveloped my head, compressing it tightly, blotting out all view of the world and replacing it with tightly stretched silk and soft but unyielding skin.
My air was completely cut off. Her pussy totally covered my mouth, giving no opening for air to enter or leave. Her ass compressed my nose firmly, preventing any hope of relief. Her ample ass also covered my eyes, preventing me from enjoying the view. Cut off from the world, I lay there, smothering under her.
My hands, freed from her earlier grasp, sought purchase by which to shift her position. Confident with her stature, she ignored their futile clutching. She had better things to do with her own hands.
smack Her open palm slapped against my balls, bouncing them upwards. smack again, modifying her aim slightly, making sure I would feel the fullness of the impact. I gasped at the sudden sting, but, of course, couldn't get any air. Squirming more desperately, I tried in vain to both get some air and dodge her carefully aimed blows.
smack smack smack More spanks rained down on my balls. I arched my back in a confused attempt to either dodge or meet her hand as it flashed through the air. Each blow, while not hard enough to do more than sting a little, still provoked shuddering gasps and vigorous struggles. My balls retracted snugly against my body, but I was betrayed by my rock hard cock. I was loving every second of the agony, and she knew it!
Shifting slightly forwards, she allowed me, by craning my head back as far as I could, to open up a single nostril. This position caused me to jam my chin into her crotch, which I knew from experience gave her some good stimulation. She ground herself forcefully onto my chin as I continued to gasp air in and out.
She stayed in this position, pussy grinding into my chin, ass mashing my face, allowing me just one nostril free to breathe, for several minutes. This was much longer than was usual. Normally, ten or fifteen seconds like this was all she could handle and she would move to my cock. This time, equipped with her 'smother-wear,' she could sit for as long as she wanted to... and she wanted to.
As she continued to sit there, I noticed her starting to bounce, just slightly, grinding her pussy hard against my chin. After several minutes, I felt her tense up and she slipped back, just a fraction of an inch, but it was enough to seal my nose off once more. I resumed my struggles, trying to get that tiniest of air gaps back. I squirmed, trying to twist my head to one side... anything to get some more air, but she sat firmly astride my face.
I could feel the thin material over my mouth suddenly moisten and I realized, in some rational corner of my brain, that she had just come on my face! The base animal part of my brain, however, only knew one thing... it needed AIR. My struggles intensified as I smothered beneath her ass and pussy. She grabbed my flailing arms by the wrists and forced them down to my sides. I started to buck, pushing my body into an arch-like shape in an attempt to shift her position, even just slightly, to one that would allow me to breathe.
Finally, she lifted, just a fraction of an inch, and air rushed in and out of my desperate lungs. My steamy breath rushed past her pantie covered pussy, warming and moistening it even more than it was already. I gasped and gulped as much air as I could as fast as I could that I started to get a little light headed. Then, as the pace of my gasps started to subside, she pressed down once again.
"Nommmmm," I tried to beg her for just a little more air, but her pussy sealed my mouth tightly. I struggled to twist my head from side to side, but her ass clenched my nose tightly. Her hands maintained their firm grasp on my wrists, pinning me to the bed. There was no doubt about who was in complete control of the situation.
This pattern was repeated several times. She would sit, tightly sealing my mouth and nose while I struggled, trying desperately to get air. After twenty or thirty seconds (I really had no idea of the duration, but it was right at the limit of what I could stand) she would raise herself up, just a tiny fraction of an inch, and let me catch my breath. Of course, every breath was filled with the wonderful aromas emanating from her pussy and back side. When she felt I had enough, or even if she didn't, she would resume crushing my face with her butt, smothering me forcefully while keeping me pinned and immobile.
I was loving every second of it! The exquisite sensations just went on and on, sapping both my strength and endurance. It seemed to go on for hours, which was a big change as usually our facesitting escapades only lasted a few minutes. She seemed to know exactly how long she could sit to provoke the maximum amount of struggling and squirming.
After an eternity of blissful smothering, she slipped off of my face, leaving me gasping for breath. My face dripped with sweat, condensation from my breath, and some moisture from her pussy. I took advantage of the brief respite to take deep cleansing breaths, certain that she wasn't through with me quite yet.
Sure enough, I soon felt her climb back on the bed. As she straddled my torso, her now bare crotch pressed on my chest, dripping with her wetness. I looked up, past her beautiful breasts, and could see her radiant face looking down at me. "Are you ready?" she asked as my panting started to return to normal.
"Ready for what?" I asked, innocently.
"To be smothered, of course."
"What was that you were doing a minute ago?"
"That was just a warm-up," she replied with a grin.
Slowly, she positioned herself above my crotch. With a deft motion, she inserted me into her well lubricated opening, impaling herself on my hardness. Then her hands sought out my mouth and nose. A quick grab and now I was smothering under her hands.
I enjoyed her hand smother for a moment, then pulled my lips back so I could breathe through the corners of my mouth. This was fairly typical when she smothered me with her hands as they were not very large. This time, instead of continuing to try to smother me, she released me and said "Huh. I guess I'd better figure out a way to prevent you from doing that."
She reached over to her nightstand and picked up her 'smother-wear' panties that she had discarded earlier. She wadded them up into a ball and stuffed them into my mouth. Clamping one hand over my mouth once more, she pinched my nose shut with the other and started smoothly riding my ever stiffening cock. While her panties did act somewhat as a barrier, I was still able to contort my mouth in such a way as to get a little air in and out. The feeling as she gripped my mouth, trying to prevent even this small amount of air to pass was amazing. My submission to her control was almost complete.
Once more she released me, muttering about it being "...still not good enough." She reached over to her night stand and opened the drawer. After a brief rummage through its contents she exclaimed "Perfect, this will do nicely." Glancing over, I saw what she had retrieved... a sizable roll of duct tape. She deftly tore a strip of tape from the roll and proceeded to smooth it over my lips, trapping her panties inside. She used a nice long strip, and the tape was quite wide, so when I tried moving my jaws and lips to dislodge it, I found that it remained just as tightly sealed as when she first applied it.
All this time, my erection had waited patiently, imprisoned in her hot pussy. It had subsided slightly while she fooled around with the tape, but now that it had been successfully applied, I was returning to my earlier hardness. Being gagged in this way, with her moist panties stuffed in my mouth and secured there with a sizable amount of duct tape, I was getting excited at the prospect of some additional smothering.
Gently, but effectively, she pinched my nose firmly between her Thumb and forefinger. My breath was stopped again as she started smothering me again. This time, with my mouth tightly secured, I had no way to get any air. My cheeks puffed out as I tried blowing the tape off my lips, but it was too wide and well secured. I knew that, over time, my sweat and saliva would loosen the adhesive, but time was not something I had in great amounts.
While she was smothering me, she started moving her hips up and down, stimulating my cock intensely. She moved very slowly, driving me wild with desire. My hips rose to meet each thrust, but she was easily able to control just how much of me was in her at any moment. When I found myself needing a breath, I reached up and pulled her hand away, freeing my nose from her grasp, but I would soon guide it back as I craved the sensation of being smothered while I was being fucked. Being unable to breathe heightened the stimulation as she teased me with her pussy.
She slowly ground her self onto me, and it didn't take long before she shuddered through another climax. At some point, she looked into my eyes and whispered "it's your turn, now." She then pulled my face into her chest, wrapping her hands behind my head. My nose, my only way of getting air, was pressed tightly into her breasts. I knew that no amount of struggling could free it from this prison.
She continued her slow ride as my oxygen quickly ran out. I started to struggle, but she entwined her fingers in my hair and held me tightly against her. I could feel my orgasm building as I quickly lost control. Like a rushing geyser, I exploded into her.
She continued to milk me with her pussy as my climax subsided, but she maintained her firm grip on my hair, continuing to smother me against her breasts. Panic started to set in and I started to push and pull at her, trying anything in my desperation to break the seal she had on my nose. I grasped at her ass and tried pulling her forwards, then I grabbed at her breasts to try pushing them away from my face. She held tighter as I struggled, maintaining her tight seal and smothering me like she never had before.
I fought on even as I could feel myself weakening. The desperation to get another breath was unbearable. I started to see spots, even though no light could reach my eyes. Then...
My head was pounding as I slowly opened my eyes. Her concerned face peered into mine, as relief flooded across it. As I opened my mouth to ask what had happened, I realized that the tape and panties were both gone. She told me that my struggles had pushed her over the edge and she had come again. When she came back down from her orgasm, she realized that I wasn't responding. She had quickly removed both tape and panties, and I had started breathing again, but it had taken me a few minutes to come around. She had spent that time trying to think of what to say to the EMTs.
I thanked her for the mind blowing experience, and we both agreed to use her 'smother-wear' again, but that she would be more careful next time.
Hope you enjoyed it.
BC