icantbreath3
08-06-2003, 4:12 AM
Just to add to some of the great talent on the forum. Not for the fait-hearted:
Part 6
When Tom came to it took him a while to orientate himself with what was happening to him. He couldn't see anything, could hardly move, nor could he breathe through his mouth. At first
it felt like his mouth was gagged, filled with a strange texture and filled with something which tasted salty. He could hardly breathe through his nose either as his head was wedged against female flesh.
His awareness grew to the extent he came to realise the dreaded bridle was securing his head to her crutch area. Just as he had feared!
His mouth was forced open tight against her vagina and his nose pressed to her pubic hair.
His head was strapped in between her legs. He soon found he was laced into a straight-jacket, with his legs bent back and secured to the back of the jacket. He couldn't move a muscle.
Sarah was curled up on her side, and gently moaned in her sleep. Tom panicked as she curled up a bit more which forced his head deeper into her. This pressed his nose more into her belly cutting off what meagre air he could inhale. He wriggled his head as best he could in an attempt to free his nostrils enough to take in some air. His movements caused her to moan
even more and small noises of pleasure emitted from the back of her throat.
His eyes adjusted better as dim daylight came into the room. She was looking down at him sleepily, grinning from ear to ear.
'Morning, darling,' she breathed. She shifted herself to lie on her back, guiding Tom into the position she wanted. He made whistling sounds as he gasped through his nostrils.
'Lick me,' she moaned, reaching down and pinching his nostrils together.
His mouth was positioned directly against her sex organ and his tongue obediently snaked slowly into her expectant passage.
Lifting her head, she smiled down at him looking imploringly up at her trying to free himself from her sadistic smotherings.
Instantly her vulva became wet and her back arched involuntarily as she let out a loud groan of ecstasy. She writhed around, drawing every last ounce of orgasm from the dominating
situation, before at last letting go of his nose and lying back with a satisfied sigh.
'Mmmhhh, you're the best for a long time' she said huskily in approval. 'I'm going to make full use of you.'
She rested her hands on the back of his head and pressed down hard, before rolling over onto her stomach taking his head with her. Now she was lying on his upturned face and he couldn't
breathe.
'It's a shame when you need to go to the loo after sex, isn't it, sweetie,' she chuckled.
Oh no! he thought, she wouldn't, she's not going to do that to me!
She giggled as she released the first trickle into his helpless mouth. The bitter liquid was warm and just about the worst thing Tom had ever tasted.
'Still, it'll wash out that nasty fishy taste,' she chuckled, letting go more. A jet of urine gushed down his throat and the force of it made him reluctantly swallow repeatedly to get rid of it.
'Mmmhhh...' she moaned, enjoying the feel of using him as a toilet. 'This is soooo good. You have no idea how much I'm loving doing this to you.'
The stream of revolting piss filled his mouth and throat and he had to glug quicker and quicker to prevent himself from drowning. Just before he was passing out it stopped and she
turned over on her side. Desperately he snorted in air as he coughed and choked into her muff.
Her hand slapped the back of his head sharply. ' Stop it!' she ordered, annoyed. 'I'm going to have a lie-in. He used every ounce of his will-power to gain control of his overstretched
lungs.
'Wake me up at 10 o'clock,' she said dreamily.
His eyes searched round and he could just make out the red numbers of the radio/alarm. It said 6.25.
Her hand drifted down the bedsheets to feel all round his head and his face. Then she stroked his nose, slowly working her fingers down to its tip. With the faintest of groans,
she gently pinched his nostrils softly together. She was an expert, knowing just how long to smother him by the extend of his struggles. She played with his breathing like this until
she drifted into a very deep and satisfied sleep.
He lay there wondering how Bill was fairing with Mary, whether she was treating him in the
same way. He also wondered how many girls there were here. And his thoughts also drifted to the possibilities of escaping this house of smother. Then he fell asleep from exhaustion and
dreamed of a life of freedom and of not being constantly smothered.
to be continued...
Part 6
When Tom came to it took him a while to orientate himself with what was happening to him. He couldn't see anything, could hardly move, nor could he breathe through his mouth. At first
it felt like his mouth was gagged, filled with a strange texture and filled with something which tasted salty. He could hardly breathe through his nose either as his head was wedged against female flesh.
His awareness grew to the extent he came to realise the dreaded bridle was securing his head to her crutch area. Just as he had feared!
His mouth was forced open tight against her vagina and his nose pressed to her pubic hair.
His head was strapped in between her legs. He soon found he was laced into a straight-jacket, with his legs bent back and secured to the back of the jacket. He couldn't move a muscle.
Sarah was curled up on her side, and gently moaned in her sleep. Tom panicked as she curled up a bit more which forced his head deeper into her. This pressed his nose more into her belly cutting off what meagre air he could inhale. He wriggled his head as best he could in an attempt to free his nostrils enough to take in some air. His movements caused her to moan
even more and small noises of pleasure emitted from the back of her throat.
His eyes adjusted better as dim daylight came into the room. She was looking down at him sleepily, grinning from ear to ear.
'Morning, darling,' she breathed. She shifted herself to lie on her back, guiding Tom into the position she wanted. He made whistling sounds as he gasped through his nostrils.
'Lick me,' she moaned, reaching down and pinching his nostrils together.
His mouth was positioned directly against her sex organ and his tongue obediently snaked slowly into her expectant passage.
Lifting her head, she smiled down at him looking imploringly up at her trying to free himself from her sadistic smotherings.
Instantly her vulva became wet and her back arched involuntarily as she let out a loud groan of ecstasy. She writhed around, drawing every last ounce of orgasm from the dominating
situation, before at last letting go of his nose and lying back with a satisfied sigh.
'Mmmhhh, you're the best for a long time' she said huskily in approval. 'I'm going to make full use of you.'
She rested her hands on the back of his head and pressed down hard, before rolling over onto her stomach taking his head with her. Now she was lying on his upturned face and he couldn't
breathe.
'It's a shame when you need to go to the loo after sex, isn't it, sweetie,' she chuckled.
Oh no! he thought, she wouldn't, she's not going to do that to me!
She giggled as she released the first trickle into his helpless mouth. The bitter liquid was warm and just about the worst thing Tom had ever tasted.
'Still, it'll wash out that nasty fishy taste,' she chuckled, letting go more. A jet of urine gushed down his throat and the force of it made him reluctantly swallow repeatedly to get rid of it.
'Mmmhhh...' she moaned, enjoying the feel of using him as a toilet. 'This is soooo good. You have no idea how much I'm loving doing this to you.'
The stream of revolting piss filled his mouth and throat and he had to glug quicker and quicker to prevent himself from drowning. Just before he was passing out it stopped and she
turned over on her side. Desperately he snorted in air as he coughed and choked into her muff.
Her hand slapped the back of his head sharply. ' Stop it!' she ordered, annoyed. 'I'm going to have a lie-in. He used every ounce of his will-power to gain control of his overstretched
lungs.
'Wake me up at 10 o'clock,' she said dreamily.
His eyes searched round and he could just make out the red numbers of the radio/alarm. It said 6.25.
Her hand drifted down the bedsheets to feel all round his head and his face. Then she stroked his nose, slowly working her fingers down to its tip. With the faintest of groans,
she gently pinched his nostrils softly together. She was an expert, knowing just how long to smother him by the extend of his struggles. She played with his breathing like this until
she drifted into a very deep and satisfied sleep.
He lay there wondering how Bill was fairing with Mary, whether she was treating him in the
same way. He also wondered how many girls there were here. And his thoughts also drifted to the possibilities of escaping this house of smother. Then he fell asleep from exhaustion and
dreamed of a life of freedom and of not being constantly smothered.
to be continued...