maddog4056
04-28-2010, 11:14 AM
(I'm not sure if this story belongs in the trample and foot fetish stories forum, but it might fit in better here than in the facesitting and smother story forum.)
Mother Fucker I’m Awesome
Mother fucker I’m awesome. That was the first thing she said to me. Her name was Britney, a attractive blonde who I met at a party. She performed a trick for everyone where she spit into a glass from the other side of the room. A distance of at least 10 feet. I thought it was pretty amazing to be able to spit with accuracy from that distance. I asked her how she was able to do it, to which she replied, “How? Mother fucker, I’m awesome!” She was a bit drunk, and quite loud. I said to her, “Bet you cant do it again…” Britney got this look in her eyes, like she was a little bit pissed. She sneered, “I bet I can!” I replied, “There’s no way…” Britney asked, “Care to make it interesting?” “I do”, I answered. She asked, “How sure are you that I cant hit a target on a consistent basis?” “Very” , was all I said. Britney said, “Then you’ll have no problem substituting your mouth as my target in place of the glass, seeing as how I won’t hit it anyways…” I was a bit buzzed too, and I wasn’t going to back down now. So I said, “I would be glad to.” I followed that up with, “What are you willing to put up?” She said, “I will put up fifty bucks that says I will make it.” I replied, “Fine. Let’s do it. But there is one problem, I only have twenty bucks on me…” Britney thought for a second, then with a sparkle in her eyes she said, “Well then how about this. Since you can’t pay in cash, let’s make a different arrangement. I’ll still put up fifty bucks, but I want you to put up your mouth…” When I asked her, “What do you mean?” She replied, “After I win our bet, you must let me spit into your mouth as much as I want for the rest of the night!” I was feeling bold, and I needed the money. I agreed to her bet, then got in my position.
Britney took her place where she was standing for her first spitting display. I got down on my knees and opened my mouth, right over where the previous target was. Britney closed one eye, and made that snorting noise people make when they gather spit into there mouths. She took a deep breath, leaned back then thrust her upper body forward very quickly and spit. I followed the spit through the air with my eyes and as I noticed it was heading straight for my face I closed my eyes. A second later I felt it hit my tongue. As quickly as my face broke into an expression of disgust, hers broke into an expression of joy. Britney jumped up and down and ran towards me yelling, “I told you! I am fucking awesome! I am the best, mother fucker!” She got down on one knee and held my chin in her hand. She yelled, “Keep that mouth open, bitch!” Then proceeded to make a really loud hawking noise, tilting her head back. Next she tilted my head back and tilted her head forward till her face was right over mine. I watched as she slowly spit into my mouth, letting her spit drop from her lips past mine, and my mouth became full of her spit. She said, “Swallow it!” So I did. It wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but it was still very unpleasant and humiliating. Britney laughed out loud, enjoying her victory.
I spent the rest of the night by her side, dropping to my knees on demand for her to spit into my mouth. Everyone at the party thought it was funny. I thought it sucked, although over time I began to like the humiliation, and I felt myself get a quarter chub in my pants. Britney loved it. She must have spit in my mouth fifty times before the night was over. She kept telling me that this is the way it should be all the time, having a man around to swallow her spit.
Mother Fucker I’m Awesome
Mother fucker I’m awesome. That was the first thing she said to me. Her name was Britney, a attractive blonde who I met at a party. She performed a trick for everyone where she spit into a glass from the other side of the room. A distance of at least 10 feet. I thought it was pretty amazing to be able to spit with accuracy from that distance. I asked her how she was able to do it, to which she replied, “How? Mother fucker, I’m awesome!” She was a bit drunk, and quite loud. I said to her, “Bet you cant do it again…” Britney got this look in her eyes, like she was a little bit pissed. She sneered, “I bet I can!” I replied, “There’s no way…” Britney asked, “Care to make it interesting?” “I do”, I answered. She asked, “How sure are you that I cant hit a target on a consistent basis?” “Very” , was all I said. Britney said, “Then you’ll have no problem substituting your mouth as my target in place of the glass, seeing as how I won’t hit it anyways…” I was a bit buzzed too, and I wasn’t going to back down now. So I said, “I would be glad to.” I followed that up with, “What are you willing to put up?” She said, “I will put up fifty bucks that says I will make it.” I replied, “Fine. Let’s do it. But there is one problem, I only have twenty bucks on me…” Britney thought for a second, then with a sparkle in her eyes she said, “Well then how about this. Since you can’t pay in cash, let’s make a different arrangement. I’ll still put up fifty bucks, but I want you to put up your mouth…” When I asked her, “What do you mean?” She replied, “After I win our bet, you must let me spit into your mouth as much as I want for the rest of the night!” I was feeling bold, and I needed the money. I agreed to her bet, then got in my position.
Britney took her place where she was standing for her first spitting display. I got down on my knees and opened my mouth, right over where the previous target was. Britney closed one eye, and made that snorting noise people make when they gather spit into there mouths. She took a deep breath, leaned back then thrust her upper body forward very quickly and spit. I followed the spit through the air with my eyes and as I noticed it was heading straight for my face I closed my eyes. A second later I felt it hit my tongue. As quickly as my face broke into an expression of disgust, hers broke into an expression of joy. Britney jumped up and down and ran towards me yelling, “I told you! I am fucking awesome! I am the best, mother fucker!” She got down on one knee and held my chin in her hand. She yelled, “Keep that mouth open, bitch!” Then proceeded to make a really loud hawking noise, tilting her head back. Next she tilted my head back and tilted her head forward till her face was right over mine. I watched as she slowly spit into my mouth, letting her spit drop from her lips past mine, and my mouth became full of her spit. She said, “Swallow it!” So I did. It wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but it was still very unpleasant and humiliating. Britney laughed out loud, enjoying her victory.
I spent the rest of the night by her side, dropping to my knees on demand for her to spit into my mouth. Everyone at the party thought it was funny. I thought it sucked, although over time I began to like the humiliation, and I felt myself get a quarter chub in my pants. Britney loved it. She must have spit in my mouth fifty times before the night was over. She kept telling me that this is the way it should be all the time, having a man around to swallow her spit.