Lone Stranger
04-04-2011, 4:11 PM
CHAPTER 4
Roger Dillon wasn’t that bad, but he was always gossiping about other people. One day he went to far and posted some things that weren’t true. The judge said he was always sticking his nose in other people’s business… “O.K. then, if that what he wanted, he would let him stick his nose in other people’s business till he learned better.”
In an office full of secretaries there was a computer terminal used to send reports into the mainframe computer. There only one such terminal in the office shared by ten or twelve secretaries. This terminal had a special made chair. Roger was placed on his knees and his head was bent back till it rested on a support leg such that he was looking straight up. A chair body with a hole in the seat was fitted to his head such that his face formed the seat cushion. His vocal cords were disabled and his jaw muscles were given an injection, which caused them to fall open all the time, this helped to facilitate breathing. All of the secretaries in the office had to sit in this chair and thus on Roger’s face whenever they had to send a report up to the main office.
There probably should have been two terminals in the office because they were used so much, but with limited budget the girls would just have to share the one. So there was usually a bevy of girls waiting to use the terminal. It usually took twenty minutes to a half hour to file a report so there was almost always a girl sitting on Roger’s face. All the girl’s wore skirts or dresses in the office, but they were taught to flip them back over Roger’s face so that he would still be able to breathe through his nose with it wedged up the crack of her ass or through his mouth if the girl sit far enough back that he could suck air though the gusset of her panties or pantyhose. Either way all the air that he breathed was scented with the scent of her ass and maybe her pussy too.
At first the girls sat on him gingerly like they were afraid he would break, but after they got used to it they just plopped down on his face like he wasn’t even there and just sat full weight on his face till they finished their work and then as soon as they got up another girl would plop her ass down and it would start over again.
Roger spent practically all day long with his nose stuck up some girl’s ass trying to breathe in there and all the time his face had to bear her full crushing weight. At first the girls were self conscious about having someone’s nose up their ass. Especially when they could feel his breath on their asshole, but they soon got used to it and actually began to enjoy the cool sensation. I think the girls with the thongs enjoyed it the most. One thing is for sure, Roger could smell them the best.
Depending on how they sat, Roger’s nose or open mouth was constantly pressed against the girls’ asshole. Whether filtered through panties, or sheer pantyhose, or almost nothing thong, the smell of an asshole was his constant companion. The girls became so accustomed to Roger’s face under their ass that they sometimes forgot completely that he was even there. As they worked away and they felt the need to fart, they would just do it. And if Roger moved at all, especially if they just farted directly into his open mouth, they would come to realize that they just farted into some human being’s mouth. But it was so common place that they didn’t try to do anything about. They just figured… “What do you expect if you spend all day with your face glued to someone’s ass?”
Although his mouth was frozen open, his tongue was free to move in his mouth. Roger couldn’t help it sometimes he felt compelled to lick his lips. Each time his did he was rewarded with the taste of asshole or crotch, but still he couldn’t resist it sometimes. His lips were dry and he had to move his tongue. Some of the meaner girls seized on this opportunity, they could feel his tongue bump against their ass and then quickly disappear. They told him to keep licking. Soon they made a habit of telling him to lick their ass or they would bounce up and down on his face until he did. Roger quickly learned what the taste of female ass was all about.
Brenda was one of these women. She was fairly tall at 5’ 11” and had blond, shoulder length hair, broad hips, a thin waist, and ample breasts. In her younger years she could have been a model, but even at middle age, she was quite striking. She was used to getting her own way. It was always about her and what she wanted. She didn’t care or bother about other’s experience and long as she had her way. She carried the licking thing a bit farther. She started removing her undergarments before she would visit the computer terminal and then sit on Roger’s face with her bare ass. Roger understood that when she sat on his face with her considerable weight he was supposed to stick his tongue up her asshole and just leave it there the full time she was sitting on him. If his tongue would get tired and he would pull it out she would start bouncing on his hapless face till he put it back. She liked the full feeling of having a soft, wet tongue stuck up her ass. Sometimes she would enjoy just squeezing it with her sphincter just for the sensation it gave her. She would squeeze it rhythmically just like she was exercising or something. Sometimes for ten minutes at a time. And never once did she consider what Roger was feeling or tasting, she only cared about what it felt like.
But Roger, on the other hand, was very aware of it. Not only did he have her constantly pressing weight on his face, but also he tasted her asshole the whole time. And she didn’t care what state of cleanliness her asshole was in. Whether it was first thing in the morning and fairly fresh (if an asshole is ever fresh), or at the end of a very long, hot day made absolutely no difference to Brenda, but Roger was very aware of it! And when she last visited the toilet was completely lost on her, but Roger got to experience the taste either way. On top of all that his tongue would get very tired and sometimes dry depending what natural moisture was present in her ass, but if he pulled it out, even for an instant, he had to deal with her considerable weight crashing into his face over and over till he put it back. So after a while Roger learned to keep his tongue in her ass no matter how unpleasant the taste or how tired his tongue became.
Now Brenda shared with some of her friends how good it felt and convinced them to try it. So they all started to discard their underwear before sitting with their naked ass on Roger’s face and enjoyed whatever pleasures his tongue could provide. Some of the girls liked it just like Brenda did, with his tongue inserted unmoving as deep into their asshole as Roger could put it. But some of the girls found that they liked it better if he would move his tongue around and in and out of her asshole the whole time she was sitting on him, so in effect he would scrub out their asshole like he was cleaning the icing out of a squeeze container. Only it didn’t taste like any icing Roger had ever tasted. Either way he did it, he got to the point he could tell who was sitting on his face just by the taste of her ass.
The crushing weight of all these women sitting on his face, Roger could get used to. Oh, It always hurt, but his face would get numb after a while and it got so he felt odd if someone wasn’t sitting on his face. But the constant smell and taste of female ass he never got used to. And he got to experience it day after day until that is all of life he knew. Even when he was taken down below to eat, drink and tend to toilet duties all he could taste in his mouth was female ass. All of his food and what ever he drank he couldn’t get the taste out of his mouth. Everything tasted like ass. And that’s how it went for Roger month after month.
Roger Dillon wasn’t that bad, but he was always gossiping about other people. One day he went to far and posted some things that weren’t true. The judge said he was always sticking his nose in other people’s business… “O.K. then, if that what he wanted, he would let him stick his nose in other people’s business till he learned better.”
In an office full of secretaries there was a computer terminal used to send reports into the mainframe computer. There only one such terminal in the office shared by ten or twelve secretaries. This terminal had a special made chair. Roger was placed on his knees and his head was bent back till it rested on a support leg such that he was looking straight up. A chair body with a hole in the seat was fitted to his head such that his face formed the seat cushion. His vocal cords were disabled and his jaw muscles were given an injection, which caused them to fall open all the time, this helped to facilitate breathing. All of the secretaries in the office had to sit in this chair and thus on Roger’s face whenever they had to send a report up to the main office.
There probably should have been two terminals in the office because they were used so much, but with limited budget the girls would just have to share the one. So there was usually a bevy of girls waiting to use the terminal. It usually took twenty minutes to a half hour to file a report so there was almost always a girl sitting on Roger’s face. All the girl’s wore skirts or dresses in the office, but they were taught to flip them back over Roger’s face so that he would still be able to breathe through his nose with it wedged up the crack of her ass or through his mouth if the girl sit far enough back that he could suck air though the gusset of her panties or pantyhose. Either way all the air that he breathed was scented with the scent of her ass and maybe her pussy too.
At first the girls sat on him gingerly like they were afraid he would break, but after they got used to it they just plopped down on his face like he wasn’t even there and just sat full weight on his face till they finished their work and then as soon as they got up another girl would plop her ass down and it would start over again.
Roger spent practically all day long with his nose stuck up some girl’s ass trying to breathe in there and all the time his face had to bear her full crushing weight. At first the girls were self conscious about having someone’s nose up their ass. Especially when they could feel his breath on their asshole, but they soon got used to it and actually began to enjoy the cool sensation. I think the girls with the thongs enjoyed it the most. One thing is for sure, Roger could smell them the best.
Depending on how they sat, Roger’s nose or open mouth was constantly pressed against the girls’ asshole. Whether filtered through panties, or sheer pantyhose, or almost nothing thong, the smell of an asshole was his constant companion. The girls became so accustomed to Roger’s face under their ass that they sometimes forgot completely that he was even there. As they worked away and they felt the need to fart, they would just do it. And if Roger moved at all, especially if they just farted directly into his open mouth, they would come to realize that they just farted into some human being’s mouth. But it was so common place that they didn’t try to do anything about. They just figured… “What do you expect if you spend all day with your face glued to someone’s ass?”
Although his mouth was frozen open, his tongue was free to move in his mouth. Roger couldn’t help it sometimes he felt compelled to lick his lips. Each time his did he was rewarded with the taste of asshole or crotch, but still he couldn’t resist it sometimes. His lips were dry and he had to move his tongue. Some of the meaner girls seized on this opportunity, they could feel his tongue bump against their ass and then quickly disappear. They told him to keep licking. Soon they made a habit of telling him to lick their ass or they would bounce up and down on his face until he did. Roger quickly learned what the taste of female ass was all about.
Brenda was one of these women. She was fairly tall at 5’ 11” and had blond, shoulder length hair, broad hips, a thin waist, and ample breasts. In her younger years she could have been a model, but even at middle age, she was quite striking. She was used to getting her own way. It was always about her and what she wanted. She didn’t care or bother about other’s experience and long as she had her way. She carried the licking thing a bit farther. She started removing her undergarments before she would visit the computer terminal and then sit on Roger’s face with her bare ass. Roger understood that when she sat on his face with her considerable weight he was supposed to stick his tongue up her asshole and just leave it there the full time she was sitting on him. If his tongue would get tired and he would pull it out she would start bouncing on his hapless face till he put it back. She liked the full feeling of having a soft, wet tongue stuck up her ass. Sometimes she would enjoy just squeezing it with her sphincter just for the sensation it gave her. She would squeeze it rhythmically just like she was exercising or something. Sometimes for ten minutes at a time. And never once did she consider what Roger was feeling or tasting, she only cared about what it felt like.
But Roger, on the other hand, was very aware of it. Not only did he have her constantly pressing weight on his face, but also he tasted her asshole the whole time. And she didn’t care what state of cleanliness her asshole was in. Whether it was first thing in the morning and fairly fresh (if an asshole is ever fresh), or at the end of a very long, hot day made absolutely no difference to Brenda, but Roger was very aware of it! And when she last visited the toilet was completely lost on her, but Roger got to experience the taste either way. On top of all that his tongue would get very tired and sometimes dry depending what natural moisture was present in her ass, but if he pulled it out, even for an instant, he had to deal with her considerable weight crashing into his face over and over till he put it back. So after a while Roger learned to keep his tongue in her ass no matter how unpleasant the taste or how tired his tongue became.
Now Brenda shared with some of her friends how good it felt and convinced them to try it. So they all started to discard their underwear before sitting with their naked ass on Roger’s face and enjoyed whatever pleasures his tongue could provide. Some of the girls liked it just like Brenda did, with his tongue inserted unmoving as deep into their asshole as Roger could put it. But some of the girls found that they liked it better if he would move his tongue around and in and out of her asshole the whole time she was sitting on him, so in effect he would scrub out their asshole like he was cleaning the icing out of a squeeze container. Only it didn’t taste like any icing Roger had ever tasted. Either way he did it, he got to the point he could tell who was sitting on his face just by the taste of her ass.
The crushing weight of all these women sitting on his face, Roger could get used to. Oh, It always hurt, but his face would get numb after a while and it got so he felt odd if someone wasn’t sitting on his face. But the constant smell and taste of female ass he never got used to. And he got to experience it day after day until that is all of life he knew. Even when he was taken down below to eat, drink and tend to toilet duties all he could taste in his mouth was female ass. All of his food and what ever he drank he couldn’t get the taste out of his mouth. Everything tasted like ass. And that’s how it went for Roger month after month.