Neighbor

[faceseat4jeans]

Having someone else use me for their seat cushion was the furthest thing from my mind when I first realized I was going to have new neighbors. I was what I guess could be called a confirmed bachelor, comfortable and content in the small house I owned on my residential street. My wife had passed away a number of years ago, and though still young, in my thirties, I was grateful that my neighbors were of the “everyone should mind their own business” variety. I’d settled into a nice, calm daily routine, and as a freelance independent writer I treasured my privacy and ability to be self-sufficient.

So, when I noticed a moving van pull up to the vacant house next door I felt some pangs of anger and trepidation, concerned my precious solitude and isolation would be threatened. When I saw an attractive woman in her twenties walking in after the moving men my mood brightened somewhat, but I was still leery since I knew pretty young women seldom came without strings. Deciding to be sociable, I walked over with a carrot cake I’d just purchased for myself, to give it as a “welcome to the block” present (I could always get another for myself).

“Welcome to Magnolia Street” I said as she opened the door, holding the cake out in front of me. “Why, how sweet!” she remarked as she stepped back to let me in. I had admired her good looks when I saw her from the window, but now, seeing her up close, I felt in awe as I couldn’t resist running my eyes up and down her firm young body. She was wearing an athletic outfit, some kind of sports bra and skintight white shorts hugging her trim young body that glistened with sweat from her exercises I had obviously interrupted. I saw her smile and shake her head as she noticed my gaze and I blushed red with embarrassment, but before I could apologize she turned and walked into her house as she invited me in for coffee.

I accepted her offer of a seat on the couch after she assured me I wasn’t interrupting her exercise routine, explaining she was just about to take a break. I was so turned on that I was having trouble concentrating on what we were talking about, when suddenly I thought I heard her say something about how she would miss some things she was used to getting from the neighbor next door to the house she had just sold before she moved here. Eager to calm her concerns, I assured her that I would be more than happy to help her out in any ways her old neighbor used to. “I’m pretty good with my hands when it comes to fixin’ things, if that’s what you need, my dear”.

With a straight face, this beautiful young woman looked my square in the eye and said “it’s not your hands I’ll need, but your face!” I was left speechless, but she continued to speak as if it was the most casual of discussions. “You see mister, my old neighbor was a guy pretty much like you, and he also wanted to do whatever he could to make me happy. The thing is, I just love to use guy’s faces as my seat cushion. Call it a fetish or just an unusual appetite, but there’s nothing that gives me more satisfaction and pure, raw arousal than using someone else’s face as my seat. I’m talking full weight and for as long as I want!” She stopped talking for a moment and her smile widened as she looked into my eyes and saw the lust and surrender that was there, then she continued: “Now it might sound unusual or even weird to some people, but my old neighbor was not only willing but honored to submit to me using him as my personal face-seat whenever I paged him, and I got a feeling, even though we just met, that you’re gonna be a good neighbor too!”

[sweets]

ok...my eyebrow is up and an evil smirk is forming...go on!

[jedsho1234]

Yes yes, please do continue!

[fsman17]

amazing...you must continue

[sitfull]

:bananajum
Great story I would like to move in next door to her on the other side.

Keep this going

Thank You
Take Care
Sitfull

[steponme38]

More more more.

[I <3 Facesitting]

sweet :D

[faceseat4jeans]

It turned out Tammy was a very friendly, pleasant young lady, married to a big ox of a guy named Hank. While he wasn't a very nice man, Hank understood that his beautiful young wife had some needs he couldn't satisfy. That was where their old neighbor fit in, and, as Tammy had confidently assumed from observing my obvious attraction for her, it seemed I was destined to become the new, convenient next-door fulfiller of Tammy's "desires".

I had mistakenly thought that "face-sitting", as Tammy nonchalantly referred to it, would involve her being naked and my performing oral sex on her. Heck, I even agreed in my mind to use my mouth and tongue on her asshole, thinking I would impress her with my willingness to give her pleasure. When I mentioned this, Tammy covered her mouth with one hand as she giggled dismissively. "No, silly, I'm not going to get undressed in front of you, and if you talk like that in front of Hank you'll earn yourself an express ride to the hospital, you fool!" She giggled again when she saw my confused expression, and then explained that her "thing" was using others' faces under her ass just as if they were really inanimate seat cushions, while she was fully clothed and going about her daily activities with no thought or concern for the human whose face was smothering under her precious posterior.

With a smugness born of her beauty and a self-awareness of the power she had, Tammy didn't even question my willingness to go along with her stated desires, and she commented in an almost offhand remark "c'mon mister, I was just gonna call my friend and talk awhile, follow me so I can break you in before Hank gets home." I was amazed at her audacity and had half a mind to turn and head right out the door, but when Tammy turned and walked into the adjoining room my eyes locked onto her magnificent ass showcased in her form-fitting white shorts and I began hurriedly following her like a (lust-filled) robot!

"My name is F...Fr...Frank" I stammered as I walked behind Tammy into the bedroom, and her delicious giggle sounded again as she commented "Frankie the face-seat, tee-he-he, sounds like it's meant to be!" She made some coffee to have with the cake I brought, and positioned me on the floor in front of an overstuffed chair next to the bed so that my shoulders were level with the seat cushion. "So tell me, faceseat frankie, do you think you can replace the ceiling light fixture up there with a ceiling fan, huh?" I suddenly began to feel more relaxed as we were moving to a topic I was more comfortable with, and I began to respond "sure, no problem, I can do that for you no pro...umph!" Tammy had positioned herself in front of the chair facing away from it, and as I looked up at the ceiling my head lay face-up on the chair's seat cushion-
an opportunity she was quick to take advantage of. "Ummph, mmnph, mphuh!" I groaned in muffled protest, struggling to breathe as Tammy's full weight pressed down on my features. Yet I found that when I raised my hands from the floor where I was using them to brace myself so I could reposition the smothering weight of her ass on my face, the pain in my neck became almost unbearable.

"Settle down there, faceseat frankie, you best learn to behave yourself before Hank gets home this evening, because if there's one thing my man will absolutely not tolerate it's a noisy seat cushion under his wife when he's feeling like being romantic with her. An' I pity you if you ruin his mood. In fact, I'm feelin' in the mood for some serious lovin' from my man myself, so if you screw things up with your wimpy whining we're gonna do a tag-team session of kicking the crap outta you, sucker!" I was in total shock, trying to absorb Tammy's audacious comments even as her magnificient mounds of ass-flesh pressed heavily on my face. My nose was buried in the center crevice of her cutoff jeans, and my arousal rose for some reason as I imagined her husband up there kissing and making love to her, while I filled the degraded role as her living seat-cushion!

[Bently]

oohh hell yes!! this is getting very good mate. love this new twist, not something we see very often. really looking forward to next part. thank you.

[faceseat4jeans]

I couldn't believe the situation I was in, smothered under the sexy tight ass of a beautiful young lady who I was finding out was arrogant, conceited and crude. My initial dreams of some form of erotic activities with her were rapidly dissolving as Tammy explained in no uncertain terms that her sexual and romantic interests were only for her husband, and to my mortification she went on to comment that my face would continue to be her comfortable seat while she kissed (and I shuddered to think what else!) with her hubby. Not only that, but this sexy babe had the nerve to threaten me with being beaten up by her brute of a spouse if I didn't serve quietly under her asphyxiating asscheeks.

At the moment, though, these thoughts competed with another very real and "pressing" concern: staying alive! Tammy had brought over her coffee and a slice of the carrot cake I'd brought as her "welcome" gift, and now she was having a pleasant phone conversation with her friend as she relaxed in her easy chair. It was anything but "easy" for me though, as my upturned face was buried into the thick, luxurious seat cushion of her chair by the unrelenting pressure of Tammy's perfect ass! I felt dizzy as I struggled to catch snatches of air between the folds of her sexy shorts, and felt a wave of relief when my nose slipped into the crevice between her awesome asscheeks: I could breathe again!

Tammy seemed oblivious to my struggle to survive under her ass as she continued her casual conversation with her friend: "yeah Gracie, I think this place will work out fine, and we can stil get together at work and on the weekends....yes, I will miss my old neighbor, but it just so happens I've got his replacement's face smothering under my ass right now. That's right, it did work out pretty well, this sucker came over with a cake to welcome me to the neighborhood, and I could see from the way he was eyein' my bod that I had found my new seat-cushion! Yep, in fact, I'm having me some of that cake right now with a cup of coffee even as we speak, while it feels like faceseat frankie's found a way to get some air so's he don't pass out under the full weight of my awesome ass pressing down on his privileged puss. Good for him, though I hafta admit it was more fun a little while ago when I thought the poor jerk was really suffocating! Yes, I guess you could call me a sadist, but y'know Gracie, it's not that I enjoy causing the pain and torture so much, I really think it's more the power and control I get off on, y'know?

I couldn't believe the casual phone conversation between Tammy and her friend Grace that I was a helpless witness to, while I struggled for every breath under the unrelenting full weight of Tammy as she sat on my face! She had positioned me in such a way that my palms braced on the floor at my sides had to maintain their support constantly to avoid my neck being painfully twisted, so that I couldn't even raise my hands for a moment to relieve my suffocation.

Then I heard Tammy tell her friend that her husband Hank was due home soon, and how she was eager for him to see her new "acquisition". "That's right Grace, you know how Hank loves to have a guy's face suffocating under my ass while we're kissin' an' stuff, I personally think it's some kinda macho thing with him, y'know, but all's I know is it works for both of us! Yeah, ha, ha, you're right, judging from the bulge in his pants crotch I think it'll even work for faceseat frankie here. Ha, ha, ha! :carrotdan

[faceseat4jeans]

A multitude of thoughts and emotions raced through my mind as I sat there in front of Tammy’s overstuffed easy chair. I had to admit to myself that being used as an inanimate seat cushion was turning me on, especially since my upturned face was buried under one of the sweetest little ass’s I’d ever had the privilege to be close to, much less smothered under! She was actually having a relaxed conversation with her friend on the phone while I desperately tried to maneuver my face under her full weight so that I could keep breathing!

And to top it off, my mind kept going back to her comments about her husband Hank, and how it turned him on to get romantic with her while some guy’s face was smothering underneath - and it looked like that guy was going to be me! I wasn’t into guys at all, and I’d never even been involved with a married woman before in any way. This seemed to be a unique case though, since it sounded like he not only would be aware of the involvement of his wife and me, but would approve of it completely. The more important consideration for me, actually, was whether this was something I wanted. I had to admit, from my own awareness of my arousal and excited feelings, that the thought of this weird “menage a trois” was exciting me in a way I’d never felt.

Suddenly my time to think ended as I heard the door open and her husband Hank came in. The weight on my face increased unexpectedly, and I realized from the sounds and conversation that he’d come over and possessively thrown his heavy thigh over his wife Tammy’s legs as he kissed her deeply. “Oooh lover, what’s got you so worked up and turned on, honeybuns?” Tammy questioned her husband. Even as I struggled with renewed intensity to find a gasp of air, I heard Hank’s deep voiced reply: “just seein’ your sweet bod, cupcake, especially sittin’ on what looks like your new seat cushion, eh?” With that, Hank must have renewed his amorous attentions to his wife, as the weight of Tammy’s ass on my face increased again and my air was totally cut off. I heard the smooching sounds that told me that they were locked in a deep and passionate embrace, and I forgot about my inability to breathe as I thrilled at their pleasure at my expense. Masochistic feelings in me that I was never aware of rose to the surface as I felt joy and gratitude for the excitement and arousal that I sensed I was eliciting in them both, even as I slowly faded into unconsciousness from a lack of oxygen. My last thoughts as darkness overwhelmed me was “I am so privileged to serve and suffer for them this way”!

I regained consciousness with a jolt, and shook my head too clear it as I realized I was sprawled out on my own front lawn. Gradually, the events that led up to that moment came back to me, and as they did I felt my cock begin to lengthen as it matched my growing arousal. I discovered a note pinned to my shirt front from Tammy, and reading it brought my erection to full throttle: “face-seat frankie, you are the greatest! I’ve played this face-seat game a lot with loads of guys, but you really out-classed them all - I hope you enjoyed it as much as me and Hank did, you really played your part to perfection! You made Hank so hot seeing you smothering under my ass, I’ve never seen him so passionate! Thanks again, sweetie, be sure to give me a call when you’re feeling up to it.”

I staggered into my place as I shook my head to clear the cobwebs, and to try to get my thinking straight. Tammy had smothered my face under her cute little ass to the point where I actually passed out from lack of oxygen while she kissed and necked with her husband, and she was actually thanking me for contributing to their pleasure and excitement! I would be crazy to have anything to do with them again

[faceseat4jeans]

passed out from lack of oxygen while she kissed and necked with her husband, and she was actually thanking me for contributing to their pleasure and excitement! I would be crazy to have anything to do with them again, but why was I feeling so aroused? ;)

[faceseat4jeans]

there's continuing potential, if the interest is there,
in all sorts of directions, smothering clothed and bare,
or maybe it's better to stifle it here,
so what say all youse peoples, a groan or a cheer? :confused:

[suffocated1]

Nice bit of talent. Thanks.

[equidum]

It's a great story, and I hope you will continue it....! There are indeed a lot of possible new situations, with her husband, friends, family ... in quite a lot of circumstances, watching TV, having dinner, working .... And so many things may happen when one forgets that the seat is actually alive !!! OMG, what a great neighbor !

Thanks, and please , keep it going !!

equidum

[flat_face]

Hi faceseat4jeans,

i love your stories but you seem to hold back on the cuckolding, which seems to be your true interest. i think you would do an even better job if you continued the story with extreme fetish cuckolding and i bet your total artistry will come through.

[faceseat4jeans]

Thanks for all the feedback and comments, it's very important for me to hear and I appreciate it all (positive and negative).
flat_face, I am grateful for the compliment, and it's true cuckolding is a major interest of mine. However, since the themes are [U]"facesitting & smother"[U] I feel sort of obligated to maintain the focus in those areas.

[faceseat4jeans]

I guess I am addicted to having my face sat on by a beautiful young woman, what else can I say - and how else can I explain why I was calling Tammy within the week and thanking HER for allowing me to serve beneath her awesome ass! She was so cool about the whole thing, mentioning in an offhand way when she'd like me to come over next.

We gradually developed a pattern where I informed Tammy of all my plans and activities so that she would know how and where to reach me whenever she needed her "special seat-cushion", as she put it. A beeper followed soon after, and I gradually curtailed my outside activities so that I would be as available as possible for her "use". My existence was becoming more and more centered around Tammy, and more specifically Tammy's ass descending on my grateful face!

Hank was a problem for me. Don't get me wrong, he didn't object to my face smothering under his wife's tight tush. In fact, it soon became clear that my suffocating sniffles as I almost asphyxiated became an arousing aphrodisiac for their passionate puckering! The problem was, when Hank was home I really became like a piece of their furniture. Alone with Tammy, she would at times speak down to me in her sexy voice, and I thrilled in those moments when I was actually acknowledged. Even when she put me down or degraded me, her attitude was so playful and joyous all I could feel was gratitude for my connection to this young Goddess. I felt like the luckiest seat cushion in the world! :thumbsup:

Somehow, I knew this heaven couldn't last, and two things occured that drastically changed the situation. Hank, in his never-ending quest to de-humanize and depersonalize me, came up with a birthday present for Tammy that truly reduced me to a non-entity to a frightening degree. Also, Tammy's best friend Grace visited and it suddenly became very clear to me that she was interested in Tammy in more personal ways than mere friendship. Because of this, Grace saw me as competition and an obstacle to her attempts to get "closer" to Tammy, and I felt silent alarm as I recognized her efforts to exclude me.

Hank's present to his adorable young wife was a bar stool he had customized so that it had a contoured base on wheels, a base that was specially designed to trap and enclose a human form in it - me! With my head held by strong elastic straps in a face-up position so that my face protruded up into the area where the seat cushion would normally be, I would be completely reduced to a living seat cushion for Tammy as she relaxed in the heavily padded seat. Hank did recognize that my hidden status would present a real danger of suffocation, and rigged a button that would activate a buzzer and light for me to use if I was in real peril, for which I was very grateful.

"Ooohh, this is SO cool, Tammy!" Grace exclaimed as she sat on my face. I was enclosed in the new "bar stool" seat present Hank had gotten Tammy, and despite my silent terror Tammy had offered to let her friend Grace try it out. "Isn't it great? It's so comfortable, and feeling those desperate sucking sensations as my poor little seat cushion fights to breathe under my ass is so cool, y'know?" Tammy replied to her friend as they both moved to sit on the couch.

I was helpless in my enclosed position within the base of the bar stool, my upturned face positioned as the seat cushion, but I could clearly hear their conversation. Then suddenly Tammy said she was going to have to attend to something she was cooking in the Kitchen, and Grace casually asked her if she'd mind if she used her "new seat". "Sure, enjoy!" Tammy said as she left the room. Next thing I knew, Tammy had gone into the kitchen and Grace was gazing down at my frightened face with an evil smile. Grace wore baggy shorts and was slightly overweight, but what turned me off the most about her was my sense that she had no appreciation of the thrill of domination and the joys of face-sitting. She was obviously either a lesbian or bi-sexual (she was married), but I could clearly tell her interest was just in the raw sex with my beautiful neighbor, and I shuddered as I recognized that she saw me as an obstacle to her desires!

"Say goodbye, seatcushion!" Grace said in a low voice as she looked down at me, and as I opened my mouth to plead for mercy she quickly turned and sat her fat ass right on my face! My mouth was sealed in the open position while my nose was hopelessly buried, and I knew right away her desire was to not let me breathe at all, to kill me!:help: I panicked as I couldn't move my face and her expansive butt spread to cover my puss completely. Remembering the emergency buzzer alarm button installed next to my immobilized hand, I pressed it frantically and heard it sound repeatedly.

"Problem, Gracie?" I heard Tammy question from the kitchen as she must have heard the buzzer. "Naw, just testin' out this warning buzzer shit - yep, it works fine" Grace replied as she got up off my face and turned to look down at me as she picked up something from the table. This woman terrified me, and I kept pressing the alarm button in a pulsing pattern in a desperate attempt to alert Tammy to my dangerous situation, when suddenly the buzzer sound stopped though I was still pressing the button. With an evil grin, Grace held up the scissors she had picked up from the table in one of her hands, and a cut wire in her other hand!:eek:

[couchman]

Great Story! I love the idea of a woman using my face for a cushion while she's doing something else. That's the way women usually sit on things...while they're doing somthing else.

[faceseat4jeans]

As Grace settled her ass back down on my imprisioned face, a strange sense of calm came over me. There was nothing I could do, strapped immobile to the converted barstool so that my face protruded up into the seat area in a snug fit. I had had a pretty decent life, I thought, as the smothering slumber of suffocation began to descend over me. My only regret was that it wasn't Tammy's delicious derriere on my face, I felt I almost wouldn't mind being snuffed uot as I was being,if it was beneath Tammy's precious posterior!

All of a sudden Grace shifted her weight to one side, and I knew if she moved over another fraction of an inch my nostrils would be liberated so that I could take a breath of precious air!:bananajum Then it happened: "Braaaaaappp!" She had farted right in my face!!! Now the sadistic bitch moved over the extra inch so that my nostrils were freed, and despite the experience I knew was coming I couldn't deny my oxygen-starved system any longer. "Sniiiiiiff, sniii....ugh! Gag! umph..." Grace had lifted her ass off my face just enough to allow my desperate few breaths to inhale a heavy dose of her putrid aroma before dropping her bottom down on my helpless face again, and her sadistic snicker signalled her awareness of the awful aroma now captured in my lungs.

This was the ultimate hell for me, I thought,as I once again smothered under the smelly, fat ass of Tammy's friend. Not only was I ending my life face-sat not by the living Goddess Tammy, but I was under her friend's smelly butt with a full dose of her atrocious ass-aroma in my lungs!:madred:
I was fading out of consciousness as I heard Tammy enter the room from the kitchen, and the tears welled up in my eyes as I wallowed in self-pity.

When I regained consciousness I was lying on the floor in front of Tammy and Hank, who were seated in their favorite loveseat. "Almost lost you there, seatcushion!" Hank said as he and Tammy snuggled. I rubbed my face and shook my head, and gradually I remembered and was told what had happened. It seems Hank came home shortly after I lost consciousness, and when Grace didn't get up to greet him he and Tammy became suspicious. Discovering the cut wire, Hank physically lifted Grace off my face and threw her out. "She's not my friend anymore, I don't like people who don't respect my possessions!" Tammy commented as she reached over and ran her fingers through my hair.

I was so grateful to Hank for saving my life, but somehow knew words of thanks weren't necessary. After all, we had sort of a symbiotic relationship.
I knew what turned him on and what he wanted, and he had a similar understanding of me. And Tammy, that beautiful, exquisite Goddess with her tight ass and playful attitude, fit in perfectly. Well, maybe not perfectly, since I always hoped she'd be more dominant and controlling in ordering me face-up to ass-ume my role as her seat-cushion, but hey, nothing's perfect!:eyebrows:

[door_step]

This is really an outstanding part:beer: speccialy when the nasty girl farts, just to dominate him more :bananavic

doorstep