mlanders99
12-19-2002, 12:12 PM
Two of my female co-workers sat on my face.
It was the last thing I expected to happen. Not that it wasn’t nice, but it was definitely a surprise. I came into work last night at the usual time, about midnight. I work the graveyard shift at Wal-Mart. I checked in with my boss, Emily and started stocking the toy section. Because it’s the holiday season, many new toys are coming in every day and it’s difficult keeping up with inventory. I needed some help so I climbed down from my ladder and walked into the break room where Angela and Maureen were smoking and laughing at Jay Leno. Angela is a loud mouth red head. I could see she was wearing white thong panties because of the way she was sitting, her back facing me, arched in the chair. She’s thin, but has a very round, plump ass that fills her black, low waisted pants. Maureen’s quiet, but not shy at all. She has black hair and creamy skin with big brown eyes and a body like a cheerleader. She dresses very conservative, but sexy like a gangsters wife.
So I go in the break room and ask if one of them can help me stock the new Barbies. Angela stops laughing at the show and looks at me with this expression of disdain, like “How dare you interrupt my show.” She doesn’t say anything, she just gets up and closes the door behind me. Maureen then says, “Sure, we’ll help you, but you have to help us first.” She then gets up and walks over to me. Angela is now directly behind me, she’s close enough that I can feel her breath on the back of my neck. I turn around and say, “hey, what is this, I’ve got tons of work to do before sunrise. Let’s get to it.”
“Exactly what I was thinking,” Maureen says. Just then she flicks her cigarette at my face and pushes me. I lose my balance a little, mostly because of the shock, but I fell to floor because Angela kicked my left foot. Before I knew what was going on, Maureen was sitting on my chest, pinning my wrists to the cold tile floor. She was strong. I’m not a big man, probably average, but I’m no weakling. At least I didn’t think I was, until this happened.
“I’ve never told you this before, but I really like your nose,” Maureen said as she sat up higher on my chest. Her hair was tickling my forehead. I could smell her perfume, or maybe it was her laundry detergent. She held my hands down tightly and put her knees up on my arms. The pressure form her weight was enough to allow her to let go of my hands and sit back. Her pussy was about six inches from my face. It was warm. She smiled. For a second I thought she was going to get off me and apologize, but then I noticed she wasn’t smiling at me, she was smiling at Angela, who had taken off her black pants and was now standing over my face. I was scared, but really turned on because Angela’s ass is so fine. I stared at it. Maureen then slapped my face and said, “Listen! Were not here for your pleasure. You’ll get nothing out of this. Angela’s going to sit on your face and do whatever it takes for her to cum. Then it’ll be my turn. If you lie still and let us have our way, you may live through it. Just don’t fight.” I barely heard the word “fight” because Angela was already on me. She didn’t smother me at first, just kind of moved around on my face, finding a comfortable spot. I knew I was in for it when I heard her say “...right there.” This was no smother, this was a fuck. Her panties were soaked in less than a minute. She smelled so good, like wet pussy, but dirty too, like she hadn’t bathed that day. I didn’t care really, because I found myself starting to pass out. She didn’t notice and I remember her getting heavier and heavier, pushing her panty clad box into my nose and mouth and rocking, rubbing and holding my head in place. Then everything went black.
I woke up still on the floor, fuzzy. Angela was now sitting on my stomach, naked, smoking a cigarette. My Wal-Mart shirt was covered in her wetness. I didn’t see Maureen at first and tried to ask Angela what was going on. She looked past me and said, “He’s awake.” Then a shadow came over ma and I saw Maureen’s black pubic hairs crouching toward my face. She kept her knees up, feet down and placed her hands on my chest. I could only see the crack of her white ass. She didn’t hesitate to start grinding my nose into her ass and pussy. She started moaning and Angela said she liked the way that looked. This went on for what seemed like an hour. Then Maureen turned around and put her knees on the floor, spread her legs, grabbed my head and smothered me deep. I didn’t fight. I thought it would be over soon, that they would get off and let me get back to work. I was wrong. Maureen acted like she hadn’t had sex in a year and that my face was her only source of enjoyment. She rocked and slid her pussy back and forth on me. And she wasn’t moving slow, she was relentless, bucking like a porn star on coke. I couldn’t believe what little regard she had for me. She kept saying, “fuck you, fuck you, fuck you,” as she pumped away at my nose. I passed out for the second time.
I woke up several more times as each of them took turns gaining multiple orgasms on my head. One time, Angela made me stick my tongue out, straight up in the air, as far as I could and hold it. She then spread her slick pussy with her hands and dropped it onto my tongue and bounced on it like a cock. She came pretty quickly that time. Finally, after about four hours of face fucking the girls got tired. They both got off me, dressed and went back to watching TV.
I’ll never ask for their help again.
m
It was the last thing I expected to happen. Not that it wasn’t nice, but it was definitely a surprise. I came into work last night at the usual time, about midnight. I work the graveyard shift at Wal-Mart. I checked in with my boss, Emily and started stocking the toy section. Because it’s the holiday season, many new toys are coming in every day and it’s difficult keeping up with inventory. I needed some help so I climbed down from my ladder and walked into the break room where Angela and Maureen were smoking and laughing at Jay Leno. Angela is a loud mouth red head. I could see she was wearing white thong panties because of the way she was sitting, her back facing me, arched in the chair. She’s thin, but has a very round, plump ass that fills her black, low waisted pants. Maureen’s quiet, but not shy at all. She has black hair and creamy skin with big brown eyes and a body like a cheerleader. She dresses very conservative, but sexy like a gangsters wife.
So I go in the break room and ask if one of them can help me stock the new Barbies. Angela stops laughing at the show and looks at me with this expression of disdain, like “How dare you interrupt my show.” She doesn’t say anything, she just gets up and closes the door behind me. Maureen then says, “Sure, we’ll help you, but you have to help us first.” She then gets up and walks over to me. Angela is now directly behind me, she’s close enough that I can feel her breath on the back of my neck. I turn around and say, “hey, what is this, I’ve got tons of work to do before sunrise. Let’s get to it.”
“Exactly what I was thinking,” Maureen says. Just then she flicks her cigarette at my face and pushes me. I lose my balance a little, mostly because of the shock, but I fell to floor because Angela kicked my left foot. Before I knew what was going on, Maureen was sitting on my chest, pinning my wrists to the cold tile floor. She was strong. I’m not a big man, probably average, but I’m no weakling. At least I didn’t think I was, until this happened.
“I’ve never told you this before, but I really like your nose,” Maureen said as she sat up higher on my chest. Her hair was tickling my forehead. I could smell her perfume, or maybe it was her laundry detergent. She held my hands down tightly and put her knees up on my arms. The pressure form her weight was enough to allow her to let go of my hands and sit back. Her pussy was about six inches from my face. It was warm. She smiled. For a second I thought she was going to get off me and apologize, but then I noticed she wasn’t smiling at me, she was smiling at Angela, who had taken off her black pants and was now standing over my face. I was scared, but really turned on because Angela’s ass is so fine. I stared at it. Maureen then slapped my face and said, “Listen! Were not here for your pleasure. You’ll get nothing out of this. Angela’s going to sit on your face and do whatever it takes for her to cum. Then it’ll be my turn. If you lie still and let us have our way, you may live through it. Just don’t fight.” I barely heard the word “fight” because Angela was already on me. She didn’t smother me at first, just kind of moved around on my face, finding a comfortable spot. I knew I was in for it when I heard her say “...right there.” This was no smother, this was a fuck. Her panties were soaked in less than a minute. She smelled so good, like wet pussy, but dirty too, like she hadn’t bathed that day. I didn’t care really, because I found myself starting to pass out. She didn’t notice and I remember her getting heavier and heavier, pushing her panty clad box into my nose and mouth and rocking, rubbing and holding my head in place. Then everything went black.
I woke up still on the floor, fuzzy. Angela was now sitting on my stomach, naked, smoking a cigarette. My Wal-Mart shirt was covered in her wetness. I didn’t see Maureen at first and tried to ask Angela what was going on. She looked past me and said, “He’s awake.” Then a shadow came over ma and I saw Maureen’s black pubic hairs crouching toward my face. She kept her knees up, feet down and placed her hands on my chest. I could only see the crack of her white ass. She didn’t hesitate to start grinding my nose into her ass and pussy. She started moaning and Angela said she liked the way that looked. This went on for what seemed like an hour. Then Maureen turned around and put her knees on the floor, spread her legs, grabbed my head and smothered me deep. I didn’t fight. I thought it would be over soon, that they would get off and let me get back to work. I was wrong. Maureen acted like she hadn’t had sex in a year and that my face was her only source of enjoyment. She rocked and slid her pussy back and forth on me. And she wasn’t moving slow, she was relentless, bucking like a porn star on coke. I couldn’t believe what little regard she had for me. She kept saying, “fuck you, fuck you, fuck you,” as she pumped away at my nose. I passed out for the second time.
I woke up several more times as each of them took turns gaining multiple orgasms on my head. One time, Angela made me stick my tongue out, straight up in the air, as far as I could and hold it. She then spread her slick pussy with her hands and dropped it onto my tongue and bounced on it like a cock. She came pretty quickly that time. Finally, after about four hours of face fucking the girls got tired. They both got off me, dressed and went back to watching TV.
I’ll never ask for their help again.
m