flengeuk
12-11-2006, 11:48 AM
Author's Comment
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I have noticed that a couple of people have come to the conclusion that my story has come to an abrupt end, without me even confirming the final passing of Paul. I can assure you that I wouldn't leave people in limbo like that.
I am thinking that he is infact misnamed, perhaps I should have called him Lazarus, considering the number of come-backs he has had :)
Anyway, here is the next part of the story.
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Smother Roulette - Part 12
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Susan got up and retrieved her knickers. Even though she would have love to have pussy-smothered the life from her only son, she knew that the figure she had taken was a white pawn, not black as she had hoped. She put her knickers back on and untied the knot at the back of her dress, letting it once more drop into place. She then sat on his chest and waited for him to wake up from his slumber.
She showed the other women the chess piece she was carrying, and told them that unfortunately Paul had escaped death once more. She said that he still had 3 more chances and she hoped that one of them would manage to take him out. It seemed she really had disowned him. She wished she had not appeared so eager, but she had really wanted to sit on her own son’s face, a chance she felt at the time was slipping away, and now she had paid for her impatience by not having the opportunity to smother him to death herself. She sighed.
Presently he managed to awake from the slumber Susan had given to him. He knew that somehow he had managed to escape death once more. Susan looked down at him and said “Well Paul, you have been lucky once again. Know that you are no longer part of my life. I am just sorry I wasn’t allowed to take yours from you. Goodbye forever.” She then got up and walked over to where the other women who had already sat on him were clustered together.
As the other women returned their chess pieces to the bag, it was Sophie who returned the black pawn this time. Paul had chosen the wrong (or perhaps the right) older woman to be sat upon by. Now only Louise, Lindsay, Sophie and Hannah remained in the game.
Sophie shook the bag up and all four of them took out their new pawns. It was Louise this time who started the one minute countdown, and informed Paul of this verbally.
Paul considered his options. He had chosen his previous facesitter, Susan because he felt sure she wanted to keep him alive. He was wrong about that. She had told him so herself, and the fact that she smothered him twice, and now felt sorry for not killing him told him that had she picked out the black pawn in the last round he would not now be alive. He could not rely on any form of personal relationship to assist him. If his own mother wanted him head, then he wouldn’t feel safe with his sister either. Louise too would no doubt be highly offended once she found out the truth of their relationship. Body language did not help either. His own mother had told him about that too. She thought he was maybe wanting to spare him, yet in reality she had just been desperate to sit on his face. Desperation mixed with a black pawn was a dangerous combination.
No, he would just have to trust to luck, and quickly. One glance at the timer showed him he only had another 25 seconds to decide. He had two people he felt he could choose between. Lindsay and Sophie. Sophie was Lucy’s mother, and Lucy had treated him with utter contempt. He was sure that Sophie would feel the same way, and he had only just been sat upon by one middle aged woman. He glanced towards the redhead. “Lindsay” he said “Would you please come over here and sit on my face”.
“I’d love to” Lindsay replied as she came towards him. As she approached the bed she reached under her skirt and removed her knickers. Stepping out of her knickers she climbed on to the bed and knelt over him, with a leg on either side of his face and her knees against his shoulders. She now was almost exactly the same position that Rebecca was it when she had sat on him, but with one important difference. That difference became abundantly clear as she stuffed her knickers firmly into his mouth. “I hope you like the taste” she said to him “I have been looking forward to the possibility of smothering you to death beneath me all day, even the thought of it makes me feel so wonderful inside. I imagine my knickers will be rather damp and fragrant by now. Enjoy them while you can,”
Lindsay lifted up the back of her dress, and pulled her butt cheeks apart as she settled her naked rear and over his features. The flesh of her backside enveloped his face, sealing him within Once more Paul found himself helpless, trapped in darkness under a woman’s body unable to breathe, unable to do anything but wait and pray as she simply used his face as her seat.
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I have noticed that a couple of people have come to the conclusion that my story has come to an abrupt end, without me even confirming the final passing of Paul. I can assure you that I wouldn't leave people in limbo like that.
I am thinking that he is infact misnamed, perhaps I should have called him Lazarus, considering the number of come-backs he has had :)
Anyway, here is the next part of the story.
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Smother Roulette - Part 12
---
Susan got up and retrieved her knickers. Even though she would have love to have pussy-smothered the life from her only son, she knew that the figure she had taken was a white pawn, not black as she had hoped. She put her knickers back on and untied the knot at the back of her dress, letting it once more drop into place. She then sat on his chest and waited for him to wake up from his slumber.
She showed the other women the chess piece she was carrying, and told them that unfortunately Paul had escaped death once more. She said that he still had 3 more chances and she hoped that one of them would manage to take him out. It seemed she really had disowned him. She wished she had not appeared so eager, but she had really wanted to sit on her own son’s face, a chance she felt at the time was slipping away, and now she had paid for her impatience by not having the opportunity to smother him to death herself. She sighed.
Presently he managed to awake from the slumber Susan had given to him. He knew that somehow he had managed to escape death once more. Susan looked down at him and said “Well Paul, you have been lucky once again. Know that you are no longer part of my life. I am just sorry I wasn’t allowed to take yours from you. Goodbye forever.” She then got up and walked over to where the other women who had already sat on him were clustered together.
As the other women returned their chess pieces to the bag, it was Sophie who returned the black pawn this time. Paul had chosen the wrong (or perhaps the right) older woman to be sat upon by. Now only Louise, Lindsay, Sophie and Hannah remained in the game.
Sophie shook the bag up and all four of them took out their new pawns. It was Louise this time who started the one minute countdown, and informed Paul of this verbally.
Paul considered his options. He had chosen his previous facesitter, Susan because he felt sure she wanted to keep him alive. He was wrong about that. She had told him so herself, and the fact that she smothered him twice, and now felt sorry for not killing him told him that had she picked out the black pawn in the last round he would not now be alive. He could not rely on any form of personal relationship to assist him. If his own mother wanted him head, then he wouldn’t feel safe with his sister either. Louise too would no doubt be highly offended once she found out the truth of their relationship. Body language did not help either. His own mother had told him about that too. She thought he was maybe wanting to spare him, yet in reality she had just been desperate to sit on his face. Desperation mixed with a black pawn was a dangerous combination.
No, he would just have to trust to luck, and quickly. One glance at the timer showed him he only had another 25 seconds to decide. He had two people he felt he could choose between. Lindsay and Sophie. Sophie was Lucy’s mother, and Lucy had treated him with utter contempt. He was sure that Sophie would feel the same way, and he had only just been sat upon by one middle aged woman. He glanced towards the redhead. “Lindsay” he said “Would you please come over here and sit on my face”.
“I’d love to” Lindsay replied as she came towards him. As she approached the bed she reached under her skirt and removed her knickers. Stepping out of her knickers she climbed on to the bed and knelt over him, with a leg on either side of his face and her knees against his shoulders. She now was almost exactly the same position that Rebecca was it when she had sat on him, but with one important difference. That difference became abundantly clear as she stuffed her knickers firmly into his mouth. “I hope you like the taste” she said to him “I have been looking forward to the possibility of smothering you to death beneath me all day, even the thought of it makes me feel so wonderful inside. I imagine my knickers will be rather damp and fragrant by now. Enjoy them while you can,”
Lindsay lifted up the back of her dress, and pulled her butt cheeks apart as she settled her naked rear and over his features. The flesh of her backside enveloped his face, sealing him within Once more Paul found himself helpless, trapped in darkness under a woman’s body unable to breathe, unable to do anything but wait and pray as she simply used his face as her seat.