andyc
09-12-2002, 11:35 AM
Here it comes.....
She found herself breathing heavily. That had certainly shown him - though with a degree of violence that she had never imagined. She looked around but clearly no-one else had heard or seen anything. She went across to where he lay, slumped in the doorway of a house that was awaiting renovation, and looked down. It was one of those with quite a deep porch and he was curled there in a ball sobbing. He was clearly in some pain. She knelt down beside him and looked at his face. Surprisingly, from what she could see of it through and around his hands, it wasn’t too bad, with just a couple of minor cuts, although looking at him he would have some major swelling to look forward to. Using the hem of her skirt she gently wiped the side of his tear stained face, feeling a bit sorry for him. He was obviously very dazed as she reached across him to wipe the other eye.
She felt him stir a little and feebly try to lift himself up. She reached down to his chest and gently pushed and he flopped back. Goodness he was weak! She was suddenly very aware of herself kneeling by his face with her skirt lifted and him virtually helpless beneath her. The images that had come to her on her walk crowded back into her mind. She was fairly sure that in his dazed state he hardly knew himself let alone recognise her. She let her skirt fall back and looked again at him. Even though his face was quite a mess he was still quite handsome. She looked around, the street was still deserted and at this time of night was almost certain to stay that way.
She hesitated but then thought “what the hell!” knowing that she was damned if she did, damned if she didn’t. She knew she wanted to and not doing anything would haunt her. But once she started she was really in it. He was the emblem of all the men that had ignored her in the past and had personally ignored her all evening even though he had been happy enough to try to look up her skirt. Well now she could actually do something about it, could take charge and really show men what they were missing and punish them/him; and there wasn’t a thing that anyone could do, She wasn’t really sure yet what she would do but she could still feel the strong sexual tension in her body, her frustration and need were strong. She also wanted to show this arrogant man just exactly who was the boss round here - she could combine pleasure with punishment !
She let impulse take over. She put one knee on his arm and swung the other knee over trapping the other arm. He stirred feebly but couldn’t shift her at all. She moved up a bit, still kneeling, so that her skirt hung down over his face. Looking up all he could see now was the inside of her skirt. She was wearing a tight red skirt that reached just above her knees and dark tights. Once again she regretted those tights but it was too late now. She had white briefs on and he would see them palely gleaming. She held the pose for a few seconds really enjoying the feeling of being in control and able to do what she wanted. Slowly she lifted her skirt keeping her eyes fixed upon him. Despite his pain and swelling his own eyes were as open as they could be. He looked at the swell of her thighs as she pulled the skirt up over her hips rolling it around herself so that her legs were now completely free below the waist and he was pinned beneath her.
Looking down she knew what she was going to do, the perfect combination of pleasure and punishment. This guy was in her power and she could do what she wanted - and now she knew what she wanted. Realising that she needed a better position she leaned slightly forward and grasped both his wrists yanking them upwards so that his arms were stretched flatter and his hands were against the door of the house with the elbows now bent. Her weight was still on his arms and her eyes were now directly over his. His head shook from side to side as it began to dawn on him what was in store and he groaned as though he was about to speak but nothing came. She licked her lips.
“I’m really going to enjoy this” she whispered, surprised at how dry her mouth was. Still keeping hold of his wrists she allowed her bottom to drop to his chest. She shuffled slightly forward so that she was sat just below his neck her legs either side of his head and her ankles on his upper arms and his shoulders pinned beneath her weight. She could feel him squirming slightly below her. She pulled his arms down so that they were firmly pinned beneath her knees and let go of his wrists. He was well and truly pinned now.
“Don’t bother wriggling” she growled “you will never get up from this unless I say so”. As she spoke she tweaked his nose which had taken such a beating earlier. She was pleased to see tears spring to his eyes.
“Just do as I say or there’s plenty more of that” she said.
“Please” he whispered, finally finding a voice, “can’t you see I have had enough already?”
She put her hand along his cheek “ssshhh my love” she said “ keep your breath for more important things”. As she spoke she gave him a sudden slap hard on the cheek and took his nose again with the other hand “remember what I said - just do as I say and things will be much easier” She gave him a another tweak and was pleased to see his eyes water again.
“Now” she said “fun time”.
She lifted herself and shuffled slightly forward. He tried to move his head from side to side to get away from what was coming but he was too firmly trapped. She put her crotch right over his face pressing herself against his nose and settling herself against his mouth. Her knees were over his wrists and pressed up against the door while with backside rested on her heels keeping his arms pinned in two places on both sides. He knew that he was well and truly trapped and wasn’t even attempting to wriggle free. She leaned slightly forward, spread her legs a little wider wriggling over him to get herself well and truly settled and then began gently to rock back and forwards on him.
The guy underneath her was already struggling for breath, his mouth covered by her nylon covered crotch and her pussy pushed up hard against his nose. He hadn’t thought that his evening could get worse. It was his first visit to this area and the pub had been lousy and his mate (an old school friend) not very good company. A big girl had given him the eye and then sat opposite him all evening and he had been sure that she had been deliberately flashing herself at him. He wasn’t really interested - he already had a girl - but it was always hard not to stare. Then of course there had been the bunch of thugs, clearly spoiling for a fight, or more accurately to dish out a beating. He and his mate had done well to run off but had somehow got separated, and after that he had got lost in the seedy part of the town. He was certain that he had lost his attackers and couldn’t believe his bad luck when he had run into them as he looked for a way back to his car. They had given him a savage beating really laying into his body. He had managed to keep his head down a bit so his face hadn’t been too badly hit but he had taken some big hits to the head and had nearly lost consciousness. The final head butt had been overwhelming and he was completely dazed; his vision was blurred and he felt completely helpless.
He thought that his luck had finally changed a minute ago when he felt someone beside him, a woman from the smell of her perfume. The stroking of his face and the gentle words told him that this was true and he was comforted as she wiped his face although the material was a bit rough. He had managed to open his eyes and saw that it was her skirt wiping him. He had tried to get up a bit and had been surprised at the strength with which she had pushed him down and how he had been able to put up no resistance. And then, when he had thought things were bad enough, it had got worse.
He had felt her weight on one shoulder and then found himself pinned as she put weight on the other side. He was looking up into blackness with just a pale gleam and realised that she was kneeling above his face. This became very obvious when she pulled the skirt right up over her hips to her waist.
God her legs were big! Although he was very dazed he could see the swell of her thighs and the expanse of flesh beneath her tights. She was ensuring that the skirt was well rolled up around her waist so that it stayed up - what the hell was going on? Suddenly she came down on his chest, winding him further, and pulled his arms over his head pushing his hands together and against something hard and then getting her legs right over them so that he was absolutely pinned and unable to move . He began to get a very bad feeling about what was about to happen and tried to plead with her and his fears became worse as she moved up his body to his neck, pinning him down and making breathing hard. He could hear her voice, sounding cruel and demanding but couldn’t make out what she was saying. He could feel her bottom moving on him and the nylon on her legs all along the side of his face, his whole head was trapped between her legs. He tried to plead more but all she did was slap his face and pinch his nose - already smashed around from the beating - which was really painful
Then what he had feared began to happen. There was a momentary relief as she picked herself up from his neck . He could feel the nylon slithering along his face and tried to move his head but he was trapped too firmly. His face was covered by her as she came down on his face. Apart from his eyes and hair his head and face was completely covered by nylon covered flesh. She was leaning forward and the swell of her belly cut off the light around him. The smell of her filled his nostrils.
She found herself breathing heavily. That had certainly shown him - though with a degree of violence that she had never imagined. She looked around but clearly no-one else had heard or seen anything. She went across to where he lay, slumped in the doorway of a house that was awaiting renovation, and looked down. It was one of those with quite a deep porch and he was curled there in a ball sobbing. He was clearly in some pain. She knelt down beside him and looked at his face. Surprisingly, from what she could see of it through and around his hands, it wasn’t too bad, with just a couple of minor cuts, although looking at him he would have some major swelling to look forward to. Using the hem of her skirt she gently wiped the side of his tear stained face, feeling a bit sorry for him. He was obviously very dazed as she reached across him to wipe the other eye.
She felt him stir a little and feebly try to lift himself up. She reached down to his chest and gently pushed and he flopped back. Goodness he was weak! She was suddenly very aware of herself kneeling by his face with her skirt lifted and him virtually helpless beneath her. The images that had come to her on her walk crowded back into her mind. She was fairly sure that in his dazed state he hardly knew himself let alone recognise her. She let her skirt fall back and looked again at him. Even though his face was quite a mess he was still quite handsome. She looked around, the street was still deserted and at this time of night was almost certain to stay that way.
She hesitated but then thought “what the hell!” knowing that she was damned if she did, damned if she didn’t. She knew she wanted to and not doing anything would haunt her. But once she started she was really in it. He was the emblem of all the men that had ignored her in the past and had personally ignored her all evening even though he had been happy enough to try to look up her skirt. Well now she could actually do something about it, could take charge and really show men what they were missing and punish them/him; and there wasn’t a thing that anyone could do, She wasn’t really sure yet what she would do but she could still feel the strong sexual tension in her body, her frustration and need were strong. She also wanted to show this arrogant man just exactly who was the boss round here - she could combine pleasure with punishment !
She let impulse take over. She put one knee on his arm and swung the other knee over trapping the other arm. He stirred feebly but couldn’t shift her at all. She moved up a bit, still kneeling, so that her skirt hung down over his face. Looking up all he could see now was the inside of her skirt. She was wearing a tight red skirt that reached just above her knees and dark tights. Once again she regretted those tights but it was too late now. She had white briefs on and he would see them palely gleaming. She held the pose for a few seconds really enjoying the feeling of being in control and able to do what she wanted. Slowly she lifted her skirt keeping her eyes fixed upon him. Despite his pain and swelling his own eyes were as open as they could be. He looked at the swell of her thighs as she pulled the skirt up over her hips rolling it around herself so that her legs were now completely free below the waist and he was pinned beneath her.
Looking down she knew what she was going to do, the perfect combination of pleasure and punishment. This guy was in her power and she could do what she wanted - and now she knew what she wanted. Realising that she needed a better position she leaned slightly forward and grasped both his wrists yanking them upwards so that his arms were stretched flatter and his hands were against the door of the house with the elbows now bent. Her weight was still on his arms and her eyes were now directly over his. His head shook from side to side as it began to dawn on him what was in store and he groaned as though he was about to speak but nothing came. She licked her lips.
“I’m really going to enjoy this” she whispered, surprised at how dry her mouth was. Still keeping hold of his wrists she allowed her bottom to drop to his chest. She shuffled slightly forward so that she was sat just below his neck her legs either side of his head and her ankles on his upper arms and his shoulders pinned beneath her weight. She could feel him squirming slightly below her. She pulled his arms down so that they were firmly pinned beneath her knees and let go of his wrists. He was well and truly pinned now.
“Don’t bother wriggling” she growled “you will never get up from this unless I say so”. As she spoke she tweaked his nose which had taken such a beating earlier. She was pleased to see tears spring to his eyes.
“Just do as I say or there’s plenty more of that” she said.
“Please” he whispered, finally finding a voice, “can’t you see I have had enough already?”
She put her hand along his cheek “ssshhh my love” she said “ keep your breath for more important things”. As she spoke she gave him a sudden slap hard on the cheek and took his nose again with the other hand “remember what I said - just do as I say and things will be much easier” She gave him a another tweak and was pleased to see his eyes water again.
“Now” she said “fun time”.
She lifted herself and shuffled slightly forward. He tried to move his head from side to side to get away from what was coming but he was too firmly trapped. She put her crotch right over his face pressing herself against his nose and settling herself against his mouth. Her knees were over his wrists and pressed up against the door while with backside rested on her heels keeping his arms pinned in two places on both sides. He knew that he was well and truly trapped and wasn’t even attempting to wriggle free. She leaned slightly forward, spread her legs a little wider wriggling over him to get herself well and truly settled and then began gently to rock back and forwards on him.
The guy underneath her was already struggling for breath, his mouth covered by her nylon covered crotch and her pussy pushed up hard against his nose. He hadn’t thought that his evening could get worse. It was his first visit to this area and the pub had been lousy and his mate (an old school friend) not very good company. A big girl had given him the eye and then sat opposite him all evening and he had been sure that she had been deliberately flashing herself at him. He wasn’t really interested - he already had a girl - but it was always hard not to stare. Then of course there had been the bunch of thugs, clearly spoiling for a fight, or more accurately to dish out a beating. He and his mate had done well to run off but had somehow got separated, and after that he had got lost in the seedy part of the town. He was certain that he had lost his attackers and couldn’t believe his bad luck when he had run into them as he looked for a way back to his car. They had given him a savage beating really laying into his body. He had managed to keep his head down a bit so his face hadn’t been too badly hit but he had taken some big hits to the head and had nearly lost consciousness. The final head butt had been overwhelming and he was completely dazed; his vision was blurred and he felt completely helpless.
He thought that his luck had finally changed a minute ago when he felt someone beside him, a woman from the smell of her perfume. The stroking of his face and the gentle words told him that this was true and he was comforted as she wiped his face although the material was a bit rough. He had managed to open his eyes and saw that it was her skirt wiping him. He had tried to get up a bit and had been surprised at the strength with which she had pushed him down and how he had been able to put up no resistance. And then, when he had thought things were bad enough, it had got worse.
He had felt her weight on one shoulder and then found himself pinned as she put weight on the other side. He was looking up into blackness with just a pale gleam and realised that she was kneeling above his face. This became very obvious when she pulled the skirt right up over her hips to her waist.
God her legs were big! Although he was very dazed he could see the swell of her thighs and the expanse of flesh beneath her tights. She was ensuring that the skirt was well rolled up around her waist so that it stayed up - what the hell was going on? Suddenly she came down on his chest, winding him further, and pulled his arms over his head pushing his hands together and against something hard and then getting her legs right over them so that he was absolutely pinned and unable to move . He began to get a very bad feeling about what was about to happen and tried to plead with her and his fears became worse as she moved up his body to his neck, pinning him down and making breathing hard. He could hear her voice, sounding cruel and demanding but couldn’t make out what she was saying. He could feel her bottom moving on him and the nylon on her legs all along the side of his face, his whole head was trapped between her legs. He tried to plead more but all she did was slap his face and pinch his nose - already smashed around from the beating - which was really painful
Then what he had feared began to happen. There was a momentary relief as she picked herself up from his neck . He could feel the nylon slithering along his face and tried to move his head but he was trapped too firmly. His face was covered by her as she came down on his face. Apart from his eyes and hair his head and face was completely covered by nylon covered flesh. She was leaning forward and the swell of her belly cut off the light around him. The smell of her filled his nostrils.