Ste Letto
02-04-2003, 11:38 AM
1994 Part 5
In his confinement under April's perfect bottom John continued his remembrances. He remembered that not long after he had his arms removed, they removed his legs also. He remembered seeing the chair into which he had been placed; seeing it for the first time. He remembered shuddering and feeling sick and faint as Angelina pointed to the infernal device and smiled jovially. She had looked so perfect and awesome in her black, long sleeved jersey, close fitting black cotton pants and black shiny boots.
"Look here John" said the tall beauty. John reluctantly turned his head toward the sound. She was indicating a squat, matt black, bell shaped construction, that she had just wheeled into the room. "This side panel opens like a door," she said, reaching her slender hand down to press a recessed button, "allowing us to place a male inside." She smiled broadly, as if expecting John to be delighted at the cleverness of the device. "Once inside you will never be released again. You will become a permanent part of the chair until you expire." John found himself unable to talk. He shut his eyes in despair.
"Oh don't be upset," Angelina cooed. "It's not all that bad. I will be initiating you into your new life." She stepped over to the side of the bed on which he lay and gazed into his eyes. She stroked his cheek and smiled. "Look," she turned and presented her tightly clad rear, "it's quite a nice bum isn't it?" John struggled to reply. Angelina wiggled her hips saucily, then pressed her bottom back towards John's pained face. She brushed his left cheek with her bum cheek. He felt the warmth of her flesh through the tightly stretched cotton, and detected the faint aroma of her arse. "I tell you what, I'll give you a little taster of what's to come," she said mockingly.
So saying, she climbed up onto the bed and straddled John's head, facing down toward where his feet used to be. "Look up John," she commanded, "study my ass, watch it as it hovers over your face. That arse will soon be pressing onto your head. I choose when to sit. I choose where to sit. I can make you pass out if I wish. Your face is mine to sit on as long and as hard as I wish." She paused a moment then whispered "Here it comes!"
He did watch, in sickly excited awe as her perfect rump came down. Her butt loomed larger and larger until it pressed upon his forehead, her crotch covering his nose. She wiggled her hips with a girlish sigh and let her full weight surge down. John felt incredible pressure in his temples. He feared his skull might break. He tried to breathe, but found his mouth and nose were sealed. He fought to escape her, but with neither arms or legs there was nothing he could do. He strove to breathe again, again he failed. He started to panic. His head swam, he grew warm and faint. The world dwindled far away. Angelina lifted. He gulped in air then breathed out hard, desparate for another breath. Angelina sat. John's brain screamed. He needed more air. He tried to breathe, and gained a tiny amount of air from his nostrils. This air was tainted with the humid scent of his sitter. The smell maddened him and inflamed him. Angelina was aroused and the smell of her arousal was intoxicating, even in these bizarre conditions.
Angelina bounced her ass on John's face. He saw her lift a fraction, hover then come down, letting gravity bring her to bear on his face. He saw her lift again, snatching a breath now, before she bounced down once more. He noted that her eyes were closed, and guessed that she was becoming more aroused. Her bounces scuffed and roughed up his face, but he preferred it to the hard sit. He found his penis, which they had left him, standing proud. Angelina bounced, then ground her crotch on his face, bounced and ground, bounced and ground. She worked her hips to press herself against her captive's helpless features.
She began to cry out, moaning and panting in her arousal. At times she would block his nose and mouth for over a minute and John found himself on the verge of passing out. Then she would shift a fraction and he would gain some blessed air. The crotch of her pants gradually grew damper with her unrestrained lust, leaving smears of her arousal on John's nose and mouth. He found himself licking his lips to ingest the wondrous liquid........
John came back to the present with a jolt. April was grinding her white cotton clad bottom down with deliberate intent. This didn't surprise him. A lot of the girls became aroused during their work. He concentrated on the smell from her rapidly staining crotch, finding this frustrated arousal better than no arousal at all. He felt her rise a fraction and saw her edge aside the crotch of her panties. Her perfect pussy came into view for a moment before the willful girl sat back down. John knew the signal. He licked his lips, and hers, then raised his tongue to serve the young and needy pussy above. He ran his tongue up and down the lips of the hot wet pussy that pressed urgently and insistently upon his lips. He tasted droplets of arousal and wallowed in the scent of her lusty crotch. He lapped and sucked at her slit with passion and reverence. April responded by moaning softly and working her hips side to side, then forward and back. She smeared her love juice all over John's face until she felt the warmth grow to explosion point. Something filled her belly with warmth, the orgasm rose to suffuse her whole being and she yelped in unrestrained arousal as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She remained hard on John's face until her arousal subsided, then raised herself off him. As she walked away John licked the traces of her that he could reach into his yearning mouth.
April smiled at a few girls who had witnessed her performance. None of them looked shocked or critical. All used their manseats the same way. She knew it wouldn't be the last time she did it herself.
In his confinement under April's perfect bottom John continued his remembrances. He remembered that not long after he had his arms removed, they removed his legs also. He remembered seeing the chair into which he had been placed; seeing it for the first time. He remembered shuddering and feeling sick and faint as Angelina pointed to the infernal device and smiled jovially. She had looked so perfect and awesome in her black, long sleeved jersey, close fitting black cotton pants and black shiny boots.
"Look here John" said the tall beauty. John reluctantly turned his head toward the sound. She was indicating a squat, matt black, bell shaped construction, that she had just wheeled into the room. "This side panel opens like a door," she said, reaching her slender hand down to press a recessed button, "allowing us to place a male inside." She smiled broadly, as if expecting John to be delighted at the cleverness of the device. "Once inside you will never be released again. You will become a permanent part of the chair until you expire." John found himself unable to talk. He shut his eyes in despair.
"Oh don't be upset," Angelina cooed. "It's not all that bad. I will be initiating you into your new life." She stepped over to the side of the bed on which he lay and gazed into his eyes. She stroked his cheek and smiled. "Look," she turned and presented her tightly clad rear, "it's quite a nice bum isn't it?" John struggled to reply. Angelina wiggled her hips saucily, then pressed her bottom back towards John's pained face. She brushed his left cheek with her bum cheek. He felt the warmth of her flesh through the tightly stretched cotton, and detected the faint aroma of her arse. "I tell you what, I'll give you a little taster of what's to come," she said mockingly.
So saying, she climbed up onto the bed and straddled John's head, facing down toward where his feet used to be. "Look up John," she commanded, "study my ass, watch it as it hovers over your face. That arse will soon be pressing onto your head. I choose when to sit. I choose where to sit. I can make you pass out if I wish. Your face is mine to sit on as long and as hard as I wish." She paused a moment then whispered "Here it comes!"
He did watch, in sickly excited awe as her perfect rump came down. Her butt loomed larger and larger until it pressed upon his forehead, her crotch covering his nose. She wiggled her hips with a girlish sigh and let her full weight surge down. John felt incredible pressure in his temples. He feared his skull might break. He tried to breathe, but found his mouth and nose were sealed. He fought to escape her, but with neither arms or legs there was nothing he could do. He strove to breathe again, again he failed. He started to panic. His head swam, he grew warm and faint. The world dwindled far away. Angelina lifted. He gulped in air then breathed out hard, desparate for another breath. Angelina sat. John's brain screamed. He needed more air. He tried to breathe, and gained a tiny amount of air from his nostrils. This air was tainted with the humid scent of his sitter. The smell maddened him and inflamed him. Angelina was aroused and the smell of her arousal was intoxicating, even in these bizarre conditions.
Angelina bounced her ass on John's face. He saw her lift a fraction, hover then come down, letting gravity bring her to bear on his face. He saw her lift again, snatching a breath now, before she bounced down once more. He noted that her eyes were closed, and guessed that she was becoming more aroused. Her bounces scuffed and roughed up his face, but he preferred it to the hard sit. He found his penis, which they had left him, standing proud. Angelina bounced, then ground her crotch on his face, bounced and ground, bounced and ground. She worked her hips to press herself against her captive's helpless features.
She began to cry out, moaning and panting in her arousal. At times she would block his nose and mouth for over a minute and John found himself on the verge of passing out. Then she would shift a fraction and he would gain some blessed air. The crotch of her pants gradually grew damper with her unrestrained lust, leaving smears of her arousal on John's nose and mouth. He found himself licking his lips to ingest the wondrous liquid........
John came back to the present with a jolt. April was grinding her white cotton clad bottom down with deliberate intent. This didn't surprise him. A lot of the girls became aroused during their work. He concentrated on the smell from her rapidly staining crotch, finding this frustrated arousal better than no arousal at all. He felt her rise a fraction and saw her edge aside the crotch of her panties. Her perfect pussy came into view for a moment before the willful girl sat back down. John knew the signal. He licked his lips, and hers, then raised his tongue to serve the young and needy pussy above. He ran his tongue up and down the lips of the hot wet pussy that pressed urgently and insistently upon his lips. He tasted droplets of arousal and wallowed in the scent of her lusty crotch. He lapped and sucked at her slit with passion and reverence. April responded by moaning softly and working her hips side to side, then forward and back. She smeared her love juice all over John's face until she felt the warmth grow to explosion point. Something filled her belly with warmth, the orgasm rose to suffuse her whole being and she yelped in unrestrained arousal as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She remained hard on John's face until her arousal subsided, then raised herself off him. As she walked away John licked the traces of her that he could reach into his yearning mouth.
April smiled at a few girls who had witnessed her performance. None of them looked shocked or critical. All used their manseats the same way. She knew it wouldn't be the last time she did it herself.