longsmell
08-13-2010, 5:54 PM
Her slick heavy stomach was turning my whole face into a river of sweat. I could barely breathe beneath her body weight, I was stifled beyond comprehension and unable to move a single muscle. All I could do was feel Ana distributing all of her weight on top of me, keeping me pinned, pressed down underneath her, she had me squashed like a pancake. I genuinely struggled with all of my might, trying to escape and reach some clean air, but my feeble attempts were quickly stifled and my face remained buried in the dominating sweatiness of her belly, her pungent vinegar sweat emasculating my face entirely, overpowering my sense of smell and taste and all I could do was lie there and accept it as the extremely domineering Serbian Goddess asserted her full natural voluptuous power upon me and kept me completely drained and rigid, unable to fend her off or get free. Her heaviness was absolutely ferocious, as though I had been crushed beneath a steamroller.
After I while I began to get extremely tired, when Ana noticed this, she seemed to slack off, offering me the slightest of reprieves to win back my freedom, but as soon as I took the bait, I knew immediately what was going to happen as she slowly began to distribute all the weight back into her upper body at exactly the moment when I had managed to lift her sweaty stomach inches upwards from my face, the result was one of overwhelming and supreme female strength as her superior body weight came crashing back down on top of me, immediately sending me crumbling like a pack of cards and she came back down heavily on top of my face yet again, forcing me back into my original state of being squashed flat against the bed like a pancake, Ana seemed to relish this game very much, demonstrating her superior and natural athletic weight against my average sized body and muscles, even when trying my hardest to resist, I was easily vanquished and she would just laugh innocently, but I knew that she was patronising me with that laugh, mocking my weak and pathetic attempts to shift her heavy weight off me.
As more time passed she casually slid her stomach down my face until I found myself buried between my legs, I tried to resist while the small crumb of opportunity was there, but her dominant thighs soon slammed shut my window of opportunity, my resistance met with severe force. In a last act of defiance, I attempted to turn my head sideways, but as always, Ana had a way of asserting her authority and control over every struggle I attempted, her thighs were so strong and heavy and she used them to great effect to manouvre them around my face tightly, swamping and sucking my head and face in to her cavern, until she had eventually manipulated my face into a position of submission beneath her soaking wet pussy. My helplessness was reinforced by her keeping my head jammed between her inner thighs with a vice-like grip, there was absolutely nothing I could do by now, as I felt my nose swamped by a few inches of her sweaty slick pussy.
The worst part was the extremely tight grip, which really hampered my breathing greatly and this caused me to struggle and kick my body upwards like a spasm to try and get loose, but the more I tried, the more she asserted her leg strength and forced my face back down, deep under her sticky pussy lips, as I knew I was going to be thrust back down into oblivion, I gasped and moaned, "Noooo!" but it was too little too late as her wet vagina swamped and masked all my attempts at communication, my words became muffled underneath her heaviness, it was as though her pussy was soundproof and she delighted in keeping me beneath her weight and countering my futile efforts to break free. While I was underneath her pussy, I became acquainted with the smell of her vulva, it was a little more acetic than her stomach sweat, a kind of stronger vinegar scent, a smell that I would eventually crave even more than the air I needed to breathe. It was an amazing feeling, being trapped helplessly underneath Ana's sweaty heavy body, the cravings increased even more and I seemed to derive a strong feeling of helplessness at having to facial wallow and constantly breathe in through my nostrils - Ana's pungent pussy juice vinegar sweat. While I would wallow and deeply breathe in the scent, she would use her fingers to massage her clitoris to produce even more amounts of wet juices to keep my face swimming, I could feel Ana sliding her pussy ever so slightly, deliberately re-coating my face in new layers of her pussy juice sweat.
I particularly relished it when Ana verbally taunted me, her Serbian accent was so innocent and playful, but her broken English was quite sadistic and patronising. When she did let my face free for occasional seconds of air, I would catch a glimpse of her beautiful facial features, in particular her smile, which when in full glow would display the full curvacious beauty of her eyes, eyes that you would do anything for, but it was the eye wrinkles just beneath her eyes which really brought out the mischievous cuteness of the girl and just as I was beginning to lose myself in her stunning eyes, she would thrust my head right back down into the dark sticky wet crevices of her pussy, where I would be forced to sniff for prolonged periods of time. It felt like a water dunking, having my head raised to regain my breath and then back down I would go, back into the stiflingly sweaty prison that was Ana's aromatic pussy. And this scenario was repeated, over and over again indefinitely, to the point where her sticky snatch juices would begin to dry and form a crust across my face, but while she was stimulating her clitoris, new juices were constantly being produced, keeping my face submerged in almost complete silence, with her feminine pussy scent leaving its traces all over my face, my nose and mouth felt enslaved to Ana's pussy pheromones.
All the while I was down there, I was not allowed to use my tongue and simply had to lie there with all of her lower body weight pressed down heavy over my face. It was not my permission to lick, Ana wanted me to lie there like a statue and just submit to the wallowing feeling of being totally encapsulated underneath her slick wet pussy. She wanted me to lie there and imagine that her pussy was the only thing keeping me alive, like a life-support machine and all I could do was remain completely still and do nothing else apart from breathe and smell into her pussy, like a gas mask, as though her pussy was now an extension of my face, attached, here to stay - permanently.
To be honest, I really enjoyed struggling against this cute girl, because I knew that she was physically stronger than me, taller than me, but I wanted to struggle and resist, so that I could feel the true sense of helplessness as she asserts herself and takes full control, owning me and putting me in my place with her superior athletic power. I relished the prospect of resisting and yet my attempts being dealt with easily, before I am squashed like a bug, squashed and mashed in the sticky sweaty confines of her heavy voluptuous pussy, struggling to even breathe, to keep alive as she takes away my air supply whenever she feels like it. I loved the way that Ana straddled my neck, making sure to trap my face in a small pocket between her dominant thighs and overwhelming pussy. I loved the feeling of struggling and wriggling like crazy to get free, yet deep down inside knowing that my hopes of escape were pretty much nigh on impossible, and yet secretly, did I really want to escape?
After I while I began to get extremely tired, when Ana noticed this, she seemed to slack off, offering me the slightest of reprieves to win back my freedom, but as soon as I took the bait, I knew immediately what was going to happen as she slowly began to distribute all the weight back into her upper body at exactly the moment when I had managed to lift her sweaty stomach inches upwards from my face, the result was one of overwhelming and supreme female strength as her superior body weight came crashing back down on top of me, immediately sending me crumbling like a pack of cards and she came back down heavily on top of my face yet again, forcing me back into my original state of being squashed flat against the bed like a pancake, Ana seemed to relish this game very much, demonstrating her superior and natural athletic weight against my average sized body and muscles, even when trying my hardest to resist, I was easily vanquished and she would just laugh innocently, but I knew that she was patronising me with that laugh, mocking my weak and pathetic attempts to shift her heavy weight off me.
As more time passed she casually slid her stomach down my face until I found myself buried between my legs, I tried to resist while the small crumb of opportunity was there, but her dominant thighs soon slammed shut my window of opportunity, my resistance met with severe force. In a last act of defiance, I attempted to turn my head sideways, but as always, Ana had a way of asserting her authority and control over every struggle I attempted, her thighs were so strong and heavy and she used them to great effect to manouvre them around my face tightly, swamping and sucking my head and face in to her cavern, until she had eventually manipulated my face into a position of submission beneath her soaking wet pussy. My helplessness was reinforced by her keeping my head jammed between her inner thighs with a vice-like grip, there was absolutely nothing I could do by now, as I felt my nose swamped by a few inches of her sweaty slick pussy.
The worst part was the extremely tight grip, which really hampered my breathing greatly and this caused me to struggle and kick my body upwards like a spasm to try and get loose, but the more I tried, the more she asserted her leg strength and forced my face back down, deep under her sticky pussy lips, as I knew I was going to be thrust back down into oblivion, I gasped and moaned, "Noooo!" but it was too little too late as her wet vagina swamped and masked all my attempts at communication, my words became muffled underneath her heaviness, it was as though her pussy was soundproof and she delighted in keeping me beneath her weight and countering my futile efforts to break free. While I was underneath her pussy, I became acquainted with the smell of her vulva, it was a little more acetic than her stomach sweat, a kind of stronger vinegar scent, a smell that I would eventually crave even more than the air I needed to breathe. It was an amazing feeling, being trapped helplessly underneath Ana's sweaty heavy body, the cravings increased even more and I seemed to derive a strong feeling of helplessness at having to facial wallow and constantly breathe in through my nostrils - Ana's pungent pussy juice vinegar sweat. While I would wallow and deeply breathe in the scent, she would use her fingers to massage her clitoris to produce even more amounts of wet juices to keep my face swimming, I could feel Ana sliding her pussy ever so slightly, deliberately re-coating my face in new layers of her pussy juice sweat.
I particularly relished it when Ana verbally taunted me, her Serbian accent was so innocent and playful, but her broken English was quite sadistic and patronising. When she did let my face free for occasional seconds of air, I would catch a glimpse of her beautiful facial features, in particular her smile, which when in full glow would display the full curvacious beauty of her eyes, eyes that you would do anything for, but it was the eye wrinkles just beneath her eyes which really brought out the mischievous cuteness of the girl and just as I was beginning to lose myself in her stunning eyes, she would thrust my head right back down into the dark sticky wet crevices of her pussy, where I would be forced to sniff for prolonged periods of time. It felt like a water dunking, having my head raised to regain my breath and then back down I would go, back into the stiflingly sweaty prison that was Ana's aromatic pussy. And this scenario was repeated, over and over again indefinitely, to the point where her sticky snatch juices would begin to dry and form a crust across my face, but while she was stimulating her clitoris, new juices were constantly being produced, keeping my face submerged in almost complete silence, with her feminine pussy scent leaving its traces all over my face, my nose and mouth felt enslaved to Ana's pussy pheromones.
All the while I was down there, I was not allowed to use my tongue and simply had to lie there with all of her lower body weight pressed down heavy over my face. It was not my permission to lick, Ana wanted me to lie there like a statue and just submit to the wallowing feeling of being totally encapsulated underneath her slick wet pussy. She wanted me to lie there and imagine that her pussy was the only thing keeping me alive, like a life-support machine and all I could do was remain completely still and do nothing else apart from breathe and smell into her pussy, like a gas mask, as though her pussy was now an extension of my face, attached, here to stay - permanently.
To be honest, I really enjoyed struggling against this cute girl, because I knew that she was physically stronger than me, taller than me, but I wanted to struggle and resist, so that I could feel the true sense of helplessness as she asserts herself and takes full control, owning me and putting me in my place with her superior athletic power. I relished the prospect of resisting and yet my attempts being dealt with easily, before I am squashed like a bug, squashed and mashed in the sticky sweaty confines of her heavy voluptuous pussy, struggling to even breathe, to keep alive as she takes away my air supply whenever she feels like it. I loved the way that Ana straddled my neck, making sure to trap my face in a small pocket between her dominant thighs and overwhelming pussy. I loved the feeling of struggling and wriggling like crazy to get free, yet deep down inside knowing that my hopes of escape were pretty much nigh on impossible, and yet secretly, did I really want to escape?