dracoxxiii
10-17-2002, 5:56 PM
She rolled him over and sat directly on his face. He couldn’t breath at all and immediately began to struggle for breath. “When I sit on your face you please me orally. It’s that simple, what are you waiting for?” She slid her underwear to the side and mashed herself on his face. He still struggled for air not listening to what she told him. She clamped her feet to either side of his head and old him, “I’m not giving you any air until you lick my clit like you should slave!” He was totally helpless and starving for air, and he finally began to lick her. Immediately she sat up and air gushed into his burning lungs. The air was so much he forgot of his task at hand and Anya plopped her butt right back down till he continued his duty. As long as he continued to pleasure her she sat so just a breath of air could come in his nose while his mouth was busy doing other things. If he stopped at all he was shown he wasn’t allowed to breath. With every orgasm she clamped her butt cheeks so he couldn’t breath, but it would subside and she would allow him a little air and he would continue his job. This cat and mouse, or rather, cat and bound mouse continued for what Ben counted as 15 orgasms. After her last, most intense and longest orgasm she was too raw to go on. She rose up and laid herself across Ben’s bound body. She panted with pleasure as Ben gasped for air, and she reached her hand to grab his erect shaft as a big smile crossed her beautiful face. She immediately sat up on his face so he couldn’t breath again, “So you like being smothered by my ass don’t you?” He mumbled below her perfect rump to tell her no, but she disagreed. “I’m usually done with my slaves by this point, but I think this could get very fun. Maybe I’ll watch some TV on my new seat.” She turned on the TV and changed to a channel she enjoyed and sat there relaxed. Ben struggled and Anya sat on him completely ignoring his groans for air. “What’s the matter my little slave, can’t breath?” Ben struggled and turned his head to the side with all the force he could muster and managed a quick escape. Unfortunately for him it was only a temporary escape. Anya again reached into her bag of fun and produced some duct tape which she quickly shut taped his mouth shut with. She retreated to her room once again this time producing a toilet like stool, which she placed over his head. It had a hole like a toilet seat just big enough for Ben’s face to fit through, and the legs of the stool were just long enough so the seat rested on Ben’s neck and once Anya planted her firm buttocks on the seat and his face he couldn’t budge from side to side at all. “There”, she said “Perfect fit.” Again Ben was struggling for air, but Anya didn’t care at all. She continued watching TV as Ben struggled to no avail; he sucked in his nose, which only pulled her butt cheeks inward forming an even tighter seal. He felt his nose firmly wedged up and it just pinched enough that he couldn’t breath in at all. Anya enjoyed her show as Ben enjoyed his helplessness until he was on the verge of passing out. Anya lifted up and Ben sucked as hard as he could through his nose for the welcomed air. “Baby can’t breath?” Anya taunted. Again she planted herself right on his face and she began to play with his manhood. She pulled, rubbed, squeezed and pumped to Ben’s pleasure yet he couldn’t really enjoy it from the lack of oxygen. “When I’m finished with you, you will be placed in your cage. There you will wait quietly bound till I’m ready for you to pleasure me again. You will remain here, my slave. When I sit on your face, you will pleasure me, unless we’re playing our new game where I jerk you off and you suffer under my ass. Whatever I ask of you, will be performed quickly and efficiently, any objections and I’ll smother you till you pass out. Do you understand?” Ben mumbled beneath her butt. “Ill take that as a yes. Now it’s time for you to unload. I don’t want a horny slave in my room while I sleep. Plus slaves seem to work harder when they’re rewarded after a good session. You’ve been very good my little slave, and here’s your reward. I’ll give you as long as you need to finish up here. The only catch is I’m going to sit on your face the whole time. If you don’t finish before you pass out then you’re in tough luck because you may not get a chance like this in a week or two. Are you ready?” “Mmmbgghff!!” was all Ben could say. “I’ll consider that a yes.” Anya raised her backside off Ben’s red flattened face. He gasped for all the air he could take in. “1…2…3” and with that Anya plopped her heavenly backside onto Ben’s upturned face. His nose slid softly in between her butt cheeks like he was fucking her with his nose. It slowly slid till her cheeks pressed ever so slightly against his cheeks. Her butt cheeks settled over top of his cheeks covering his eyes with her soft fleshy ass mounds. His nose inserted well into her crack and Ben felt the fabric of her thong resting across his face. He opened his eyes as much as possible and all he saw was partial black and the roundness of each of Anya’s perfect cheeks. Ben struggled at first trying for his escape, but eventually realized he should focus on other things. Anya pumped his cock up and down with her firm soft hands. Ben had his mind so many other places the past couple minutes it was hard for him to focus, but he tried nonetheless. He concentrated on the pumping, feeling his orgasm nearing. He realized his lack of air, he felt his lungs start to burn as his mind started to fade. Still he concentrated on what Anya was doing. Ben was smothering under her perfect butt cheeks and she was pleasuring him. He felt his orgasm shoot through his body; he convulsed, and nearly dismounted Anya in the process. He flexed and lifted his head just mashing his face even farther into her ass. His orgasm shot through him while his head was spinning from lack of oxygen. He gasped for air still convulsing under Anya; she pumped every last bit of juice from him before she finally raised her ass of his now sweaty tired face. He gasped for air through his nose. “How’d you like that slave? There’s much more to come.”