Straddle up!

[faceseat4jeans]

I live in the "good" part of the city, but I've heard talk about all the scary things that go on in the poorer section of town. As a single guy in my twenties trying to be successful in a new career, I was determined to keep my nose clean and climb the ladder of success so I could marry sweet Sue and we could build a life together.

Susan was maybe the best thing that ever happened to me. With my parents both gone after a tragic accident a few years ago, meeting Sue shortly after she'd moved into the city was a real blessing as we seemed to click as first friends and then lovers in a mutual loving bond. Beautiful as the newborn day, Sue's perfect 36-24-36 body and flawless face complimented her sweet personality to create a perfect package I fell in love with instantly.

Working long hours for that overtime money to put towards my future dreams, one day I dozed off on the bus and when I woke up I was in the depot at the end of the line, in the bad section of town. Not wanting to spend the money on cab fare home, I wandered out onto the street looking for a bus stop to get back to my neighborhood. Suddenly I heard the roar of motorcycle engines as I was crossing the avenue, and in the next moment I was surrounded by a gang of bikers riding in tight circles around me. Oh no!

I froze in fear where I stood, and as I looked at the leather-suited riders I suddenly realized all of them were women. Omigod, this was the feared motorcycle club of young women I'd read about, the Brutal Biker Bitches! I clutched my briefcase to my chest in terror as the big bikes roared around me in circles, pleading for mercy. It was probably not a good idea to show my fear so openly and beg them to leave me alone like a coward, but I was terrified, and when the rider who looked like the leader of the pack slowed her bike and began to ride right at me I instinctively dropped to my knees and pleaded for mercy.

WHAM! The leather-clad biker raised her booted foot off her motorcycle peg as she slowly rode past me, and I was so mesmerized as I stared at her sexy muscular thigh outlined in her skintight leather pants I didn't focus on her filthy black booted sole until she smashed it right into my face!
Flying backwards, I remember only blackness closing in on me as I passed out.

When I awoke, it took a few moments to realize where I was and what was going on, but when I did new waves of fear washed over me as I struggled in vain. I was tightly strapped face-up on the seat of the monster motorcycle the head biker bitch was riding, with her perfect leather-clad ass securely seated on my face - mumph!

Tied as tightly as I was, my struggles were all in vain as we roared down the streets. Only when we pulled up to a rough bar on the edge of town and my rider finally swung her leg up and over her bike, lifting her smothering ass off my features flattened from her heavy bouncing butt was I able to gasp a lung full of life-giving air - ahhhh! I started crying in fear as I began to voice sniveling pleas for my release while I looked up at her, but stopped as I saw her smile widen at my obvious terror. "Cut the whinin' wimp, you'll have plenty of time to beg and plead when we get back to the club house, but I don't want ya to make a racket out here while we're inside havin' a few brews", she said with a sneer. A few of the other female bikers were laughing at how flattened my face looked, and the leader who rode my face snickered in agreement as she remarked that my facial features made for good "shock absorbers"!

When I started bawling again this vicious young woman pulled a greasy rag from her back pocket with one hand and reached down to my face with her other hand. Grabbing my nose with her strong fingers and pinching my nostrils closed painfully, I opened my mouth to scream in pain and got the filthy rag shoved in - Argh, umph! With my arms bound tightly to my sides I was completely helpless to resist, and I felt my face flush red with shame as the other female bikers surrounding us laughed and mocked me before they all walked away towards the bar entrance.

After what seemed like an eternity while I lay helpless strapped face-up on the motorcycle seat and listened to the laughter and partying going on inside the bar, the young women bikers came back out to their bikes. They all seemed happier and more relaxed, and I realized with feelings of terror that they'd all probably been drinking and doing who knows what else, making my situation even more dangerous! Sure enough, the leader of the pack sauntered up to the bike I was tied to and grabbed a corner of the rag that she'd stuffed in my mouth, ripping it out suddenly with one powerful yank. Before I could utter one word, she held her finger up to her lips in a gesture silencing me.

Remaining obediently silent out of fear, my terror grew as she went on to explain in a mock-serious tone that I was being given a chance to audition - as her wimp-ass seat cushion! "That's wimp-ass as in what you are, and seat cushion as in the function your face is gonna fulfill so's I don't bruise my butt on these bumpy roads, heh heh!" she said happily. The other young ladies gathered around us roared with laughter as the luscious leather-clad leader stood over me looking down at my fearful form bound helpless on her bike, and earnestly explained my functions.

"It's really simple, wimp-ass, you just keep your face straight up under my ass so that your cheeks cushion my butt cheeks and your nose nestles deep between 'em. That should be pretty easy for you, but here's a specialized function you gotta remember: each time I rest my weight on my foot pegs to raise my butt for when I ride over a bumpy or rough patch, or any time my ass is off your face for any reason, I wanna see your lips pursed in a pucker, like you're just waiting with a big ol' worshiping kiss for my precious ass t come back down on your face, which it definitely will, ha ha ha!" Oh dear, I thought, this vicious vixen along with her gang of brazen bitches have kidnaped me and turned me into her human seat cushion, and she knows I'm too terrified to resist - what will become of me? "Hey wimp, my ass is off your face, forgetting your functions already?" she suddenly said as she looked down at me with a threatening expression, and I quickly formed my lips into a pucker as my fear dictated my compliance. Then my fear turned to terror as I heard her fateful command to the others: "let's go girls, straddle up!"

[Moonboy]

Fantastic story. Vaguely similar to an idea I have for a guy being a facesat part of a motorcycle. Hope there's more to the story. :)

[vallee]

Very nice
Keep going

[Tazz]

Great story, love the idea, would love to read more!

[toejam]

well this is a new twist on smother i think i like it

[Sauur]

Great story! I love when bad things happen to the good/innocent. Just makes the domination all the sweeter.

[qrb912]

Is there going to be more to this story???????

[faceseat4jeans]

here's Part 2, & sorry 4 the time delay,
I do want 2 write as much as you want 2 read,
but other life obligations so often get in the way!

anyway, let me know what you think, more to come over the wkend when I have more time (hopefully!)

[faceseat4jeans]

I was so terrified of this brazen biker bitch that I kept my lips poised in the commanded pucker even as she turned to the side and swung her leather-clad leg over my bound body. Still in shock from the bizarre situation, I felt a momentary flush of arousal from the close-up view of this young woman's tightly muscled butt showcased in her leather form-fitting pants as it remained suspended over my face for a moment, then Whomph! it slammed down heavily onto my poor puss! Panicking as I twisted my facial features to try to position my nose and mouth buried under her beautiful leather butt to access some air, I felt myself tremble with both fear and arousal while I felt my face sink into the sexy sliver of space between her awesome ass cheeks. My shame grew as I felt my penis grow and harden, and I prayed no one would notice.

From the comments of the other female bikers, like "Ha ha, nice straddle, Jess" and "yeah, ride 'em, Jesse!" I learned her name, and after a brutal ride where my face was repeatedly bounced and battered under Jesse's punishing posterior we finally arrived at their clubhouse. Releasing the straps that bound me, I lay on the motorcycle seat rubbing my sore spots while Jesse smiled announcing that I'd passed the "audition", and explained the facts of my new life, which was basically to become their cleaning slave and my face a seat cushion for her ass! My eyes opened wide in disbelief as she chuckled, commenting that even though men normally weren't allowed in the Brutal Biker Babe's clubhouse or on their rides, an exception would be made for me.

Ordering me off my lazy male ass and into their clubhouse to be shown where the cleaning supplies were, my mind raced in silent desperation as I desperately tried to think of a way out of this disaster. Jesse had described my duties, which consisted of serving as her "wimp-ass" face-seat cushion whenever she summoned me, as well as being their "male maid" to clean and generally do all the shit work they ordered me to. Once again signaling me to remain silent, Jesse answered my unspoken question by saying that she would allow me to leave later after I'd finished my cleaning, but that I would always be wearing a beeper signaling device from now on that she handed me so that I could be summoned whenever she needed me to serve.

Too afraid to protest, I got busy cleaning up their clubhouse, interrupted continually by one or the other of the young "biker bitches" ordering me to get them a beer or ashtray or light their cigarettes, etc. Finally when I had cleaned up the whole place from top to bottom, kitchen to bathroom, scrubbed floors to washed windows, I timidly begged to be allowed to leave. I approached the arrogant leader seated on a large padded chair and fell to my knees as I begged "Please, Ms. Jesse, please let me go, I've done everything I was ordered to but it's getting late and I need to get up for work tomorrow." Her reaction terrified me!

"Listen up, wimp-ass, and listen good!" Jesse snarled at me as she leaned forward towards my kneeling form and grabbed me by my front shirt collar. "Your needs no longer exist, YOU no longer exist as an independent person. In case I didn't make myself clear before, I OWN your ass from now on, and from now on your puny little existence will revolve around serving me, pleasing me - including but not limited to having your face available for whenever I need a seat cushion - and in general being used by me and my girls however and whenever we like. That beeper I put on you is no joke, actually it has just become your number one priority, and whenever it goes off you are to drop WHATEVER you are doing and call AT ONCE, so I can tell you where you are to come to and how soon. Understand, wimp?" I was so petrified I just nodded my head rapidly as the other biker bitches laughed.

Not content at witnessing my obvious obedience, Jesse yanked me forward so that I fell face-up between her legs and onto the cushioned seat of her chair. Turning her back to me, she looked over her shoulder down at my fearful expression and snorted out a curt "stay!" before she began to lower her ass down onto my face. Stopping suddenly, Jesse moved her body away from me and looked down with an angry expression as she snarled "where's the pucker, wimp?" Remembering her earlier order I quickly formed my lips into a pucker as I murmured a quick "sor...sorry,.." and cringed as she slammed her sexy but sadistic leather-clad ass right down onto my face with her full weight!

[faceseat4jeans]

My new existence rapidly became one that completely revolved around serving and being used as a face-seat cushion and all around go-fer and slave by these mean young biker girls, and especially by their leader Jesse.

I am ashamed to admit that after my initial fear of being hurt by these tough young women and suffocating under Jesse's smothering face-sits, I began secretly enjoying the domination and abuse! I have always been particularly aroused by the sight of an attractive female ass, and Jesse's proud butt was truly stupendous and incredibly arousing as it came down heavily onto my face as if I was nothing more than an inanimate seat cushion. I actually took courses in Reflexology in the past (the science of massaging the reflex points on the soles of feet to stimulate the meridian lines in the body, like acupuncture does, for healing) as a way to justify getting close to pretty female feet that I've always been attracted to, but with the added dimension of them belonging to a bullying (and incredibly sexy) biker bitch smothering my face under her tight ass, I was turned on beyond belief! Since my bullying and domination by this female motorcycle gang's leader and her use of me as her personal face-seat cushion and foot slave, I've gotten to new highs (or lows!) of excitement from the face-smothering and foot worship I've been forced to accept and have come to realize how much more I am attracted to this type of activity if I am forced to do it by a dominant superior woman!

I ignored the phone messages of all my old friends and focused only on living to be available to be used by Jesse and her gang, and gradually all my old acquaintances stopped calling. Even sweet Sue, the love of my life! Yes, I made up the vague excuse of having to do personal stuff and disconnected from her with a curt "don't call me, I'll get in touch with you when I've taken care of my personal business".

I have always given a satisfying foot massage and got new levels of excitement from tongue-worshiping Jesse's sweaty feet right out of her motorcycle boots, and once I developed the ability to twist and maneuver my nose and mouth to get enough breaths of air to survive on, I even enjoyed being buried under her sexy butt! Scurrying around like a menial servant when Jesse summoned me to come to their clubhouse, while admiring the sexy bodies of these young female bikers in their tight jeans and leathers, kept me constantly horny as I fantasized about being a face-seat cushion for them all. My job was suffering as I couldn't focus at all on my work, and I was even given a couple of complaints and warning letters on my job, but I knew I couldn't get fired because it was a civil service position and I was so aroused from my servitude to these hot female bikers I felt like I was living in my hottest fantasy dreams!

Then one day when I was over serving and being sat on at the Brutal Biker Babe's clubhouse at Jesse's command, there came a loud knock on the door - bam, bam, bam! All the young bikers were surprised because none of them ever knocked to get in to their place being it was located in the remote area it was, away from the city - they just opened the door and walked in when they arrived. So now, all the young biker babes turned their attention to the door as I heard my sweet Sue's voice call out from outside in a trembling but loud voice, "open up! C'mon, I know you've got him in here, open this door now!"

I trembled in fear for poor Sue's sake as Jesse got up from the big armchair she had been seated on while I devotedly bathed her feet with my tongue during a short break from her watching the tv while smothering my face under her sexy ass in a pair of tight faded cutoff jeans, and she walked over to the door with a big smile on her face. "Run Sue, run while you can!" I called out in alarm, but then silenced myself at once after Jesse shot me a menacing look.

Satisfied with my renewed silence, Jesse went over to the front door and opened it quickly, just as Sue was about to bang on it again. "Oh! ...uh, sorry, but I heard you have my friend here against his will, and I...Arthur!" Sue exclaimed as she came face to face with Jesse, then saw me kneeling behind her by the large chair. It was shocking to hear Sue's voice say my real name and brought me back in touch with reality for a moment, and when Jesse grabbed Sue's arm and yanked her inside I instinctively started to rise from my kneeling position to come to her defense.

"Uh-unh, stay down there, wimp-ass" the biggest female biker of the group said as she walked up behind me and grabbed my hair on the back of my head tightly in her big fist, keeping me locked in position on my knees. Like a true wimp, I remained motionless as I whimpered in fear for both myself and poor Sue while Jesse dragged her by the arm over to the chair by me where she had been sitting. "Hey, where's your manners, wimp-ass, you haven't even introduced me to your lady friend, heh heh!" Jesse commented as she forced Susan to her knees beside me.

"Su...sorry, this is Sue, ehr,...Sue, this is Jesse" I stammered in fear and confusion, and I saw similar emotions in sweet Sue's expression as well, but Jesse took charge as usual in her commanding way. "Nice to meet you, Sue, so glad you could come visit" Jesse remarked in a sarcastic voice, then continued: "your man Arthur here was just getting his face re-acquainted with the seat of my pants and givin' my feet a nice tongue bath, but he's had to take turns because he can't do both at the same time. Well, I think you've just provided a nice solution!"

"Please, you're hurting me!" Susan cried out as Jesse used her strong grip on Sue's upper arm to force poor Suzie to her knees, but Jesse ignored her pleas as she snickered while ordering Susan to introduce herself to Jesse's blue-jeaned butt as she shoved it in her face. I could see the fear in poor Sue's eyes as she tried to comply in her timid proper little voice, saying "um, er, hello butt, my name is Susan, I'm very pleased to meet you!" and all the other young women bikers began laughing hysterically.

Suddenly Jesse grabbed Sue's arm with her other hand while still holding it with her first and applied a punishing arm lock that caused Sue to cry out in pain - Owwch! "Quiet, cunt" Jesse snarled as she positioned Sue so that she was sitting in front of the big chair and facing away from it. "Well, my ass is pleased to meet you as well, sweetie. In fact, I'm getting the feeling my ass would really like to get to know you better, y'know? How's about a nice kiss hello, huh?" Jesse said as she positioned her ass right in front of Susan's fearful face.

I could see how frightened Sue was as she stared up at Jesse's ass and prayed she'd do as she was told. I knew there was no use trying to resist these brutal biker bitches, and a part of me was ashamed to admit to myself that I was looking forward to seeing sweet innocent Sue's face in Jesse's superior ass!

[Heckron]

Fantastic as always man...I always love your stories!

[faceseat4jeans]

Heck, I'm grateful 4 the feedback, Heckron, and appreciate the encouragement!:bananajum

[Sauur]

YES! I love the new twist! Looking forward to seeing poor Sue treated worse then her boyfriend!

[faceseat4jeans]

Hey Sauur, good to hear from u, and btw, as far as your expectations...

your wish is my command:D - now if only u were a sexy dominant woman;)

[faceseat4jeans]

I was grateful to see Sue begin to lightly kiss Jesse's tight ass, as I knew any resistance would only be the perfect excuse Jesse was looking for to batter and brutalize little prim and proper Sue. It was amazing that she had mustered up the courage to come into this bad part of town and confront these fearsome female bikers that even the mayor and local police were afraid of, and I was touched at the thought that it was her love and concern for me that gave her the willingness to come despite her fears. My guilt was immense, though, as I felt my cock harden with arousal at the sight of sweet Sue's trembling lips purse and press against Jesse's superior ass stuck in her face.

Suddenly Brraaaaapp! Jesse cut loose with a powerful fart right in Susan's face, and to my shame I felt my rigid cock twitch with heightened lustful arousal at the delicious degradation that was taking place right in front of me, while the other young women bikers laughed and jeered at Sue's sorry situation. "Eeewwww, that is SO gross!" Susan exclaimed as she tried to pul her head away from Jesse's ass and the lingering foul fumes, but Jesse tightened her grip on poor Susan's hair and rammed her face deep into the crevice between the ass cheeks of Jesse's faded blue jean cutoffs. "Now is that a nice way to talk to your new friend?" Jesse exclaimed with mock dismay as the laughter of the assembled bikers watching increased. "Hurry up, start taking some deep breaths with your nose deep in the crack of my butt to apologize to my ass, girl!" Jesse said as she continued to press Sue's face deep into the crack of her butt.

It was clear Sue's disgust at having her face forced into the other young woman's smelly ass crack had overruled the initial fears that had convinced her to try to go along with her required submission in this dangerous situation, for now Sue was openly rebelling as she beat her fists against Jesse's hips and kept trying to pull her head out of it's restrictive position held against Jesse's ass. "Hey there, looks like you're not too willing to make amends to my ass, sweetie. Well, I'll tell you what," Jesse said even as she continued to showboat her clear physical domination of Sue, turning around to face her while still maintaining her painful grip on Sue's hair that had her face scrunched up in an agonizing expression. "Why don't you lay your head down here on my seat cushion, and I'll give you some 'quality time' to really get to know my butt, hee hee hee!"

Brushing aside Sue's flailing arms as if she were dealing with a child, Jesse snapped her fingers twice signaling two of the young female bikers who rushed over. One held Sue's arms together while the other snapped on a pair of handcuffs, and Jesse smiled triumphantly as she lowered Sue's by now blubbering head face-up onto the seat cushion. "Hey, quit your crying, bitch, you're getting my seat all wet" Jesse commented as she took a napkin offered from one of the others and wiped Sue's tear-filled face. Then in a move that was surprising for it's suddenness, Jesse released her grip on Sue's head and spun around and dropped her ass down heavily into the chair - and right down onto Susan's surprised face!

Griping Sue's hair and ears like handles, Jesse adjusted her seating position until she was completely comfortable before leaning back in the big chair and spreading her thighs apart. I was still in my kneeling position on the floor in front of her, and as I looked up at Jesse's lower torso my feelings of lust and desire rose to incredible heights. Jesse's tanned thighs were spread open to display her sexy crotch outlined clearly in her tight faded blue jean cutoffs, and directly under her vaginal crevice all that was visible was the bottom of Sue's chin. I could empathize with what Sue must have been experiencing as I watched her panicked movements searching desperately for air, and I knew from experience that any breaths she might snatch through her buried nostrils would have the unmistakable smell of Jesse's anal aroma along with the sweet juices of her aroused cunt!

Settling her weight down comfortably in the large chair, now with her new female face-seat cushion, Jesse snapped her fingers for a beer and lit a cigarette while she looked down at me in a clear expression of disgust. "You truly are a loser, wimp-ass, not even defending your sweet little girlfriend against the bad ol' biker girls, ha ha ha!" she said, and I hung my head in shame for a moment. Then I quickly raised my eyes again to once more drink in the erotic scene before me, and when I heard Jesse chuckle as her foot kicked lightly at my bulging crotch I cringed in shame at having been found out.

"look at this, girls, the wimp is gettin' turned on watching me sit on his girlfriends' face, ha ha ha! What a jerk off, I betcha he'll be doin' that all night to this mental picture he's taking right now, yeah!" Turning red with shame, I wanted to lower my eyes but was too excited by what I was witnessing to get my eye muscles to obey. After they all laughed at and ridiculed me for awhile Jesse ordered me to resume her foot tongue-bath and massage, and I of course obeyed.

Trying to focus on giving Jesse a god foot massage, I stole occasional glances up to furtively watch poor Sue's upturned head buried under Jesse's proud blue jeaned butt as she slowly suffocated. Cursing myself for not being man enough to jump up and fight them all to rescue Susan from her smothering torture, I remembered the first times Jesse had sat on my face to the point of my suffocation to unconsciousness and sympathized with the terror poor Susan must have been feeling right about then as she slowly lost her fight for air. The other biker girls were gathered around Jesse watching as well, and when Sue's body finally went limp I knew they would all probably do what they had done to me the initial times when Jesse had used my face as her seat cushion to the point of suffocating me, before I had learned how to snatch enough air to survive, which was to lay me out on the floor and take turns dropping their asses full-weight onto my face from standing poses over my face - to wake me up from the shock. My gosh, I had barely survived that terrible treatment, poor Sue wouldn't have a chance!

[Bently]

awesome man, love the f/f stuff, poor sue! haha!! thanks.

[Sauur]

Hey Sauur, good to hear from u, and btw, as far as your expectations...

GREAT new part! I love where this is going!

In particular...

My gosh, I had barely survived that terrible treatment, poor Sue wouldn't have a chance!

:) :)

[Tazz]

wish this story would continue!

[Bently]

wowoww!!! what a great tale!! love the forced F/f action, more please.

[sitfull]

Yes Yes keep this going the forced f/f full wieght with big on small is perfect

very nice

Thanks
Take care
Sitfull

[faceseat4jeans]

sorry everyone, my computer's been down since 8/31. Finally fixed, new chapter on it's way!:carrotdan

[Sauur]

Sorry about your comp. I can't wait for the new chapter!

[faceseat4jeans]

Sure enough, I shuddered in sympathy watching Jesse jump up as she lifted her beautiful butt off Sue's passed out puss and order a couple of the other girls to fetch the padded head enclosure she'd used to keep my head face-up from my early days of my being face-sat and smothered.

In no time Jesse and her giggling friends had arranged Sue's unconscious form flat and spreadeagled on the floor, and while cuffs were attached to her limp wrists and clipped to the sides of the padded head-holder I cringed with sympathy. Remembering how terrified I'd felt the first time regaining consciousness with my head forced face-up and enclosed in that infernal contraption, my heart went out to poor Susan.

Standing with her sexy legs in her form-fitting faded jeans spread wide over Susan's prostrate body, Jesse snickered sadistically as she looked down and commented "time to wake up, you puny little pussy!" before jumping in the air and extending her legs out in front of her. Her ass came down right onto Sue's sleeping face with the tremendous force of Jesse's full weight behind it, and created a scary sound - WHOMP!

"Gosh, I think I do detect something moving under my ass! Whatever could it be?" Jesse asked with a voice of mock surprise and concern. Bending her knees to get her feet planted beneath her on either side of the padded head-holding device she had landed on and now straddled, I could hear the muffled moans coming from under her ass -mumph! Purposely delaying her standing up and lifting her ass off Susan's suffocating features, Jesse's mischievous smile elicited laughs from the others as she moved her ass around on the padded support area before finally rising.

"Oh god, help me! Please, no more, my face hurts so, I beg you!" Susan pleaded from her trapped position as her attached wrists flailed helplessly at the sides of her head and her bound body writhed in a desperate attempt to escape. I was surprised she had awakened so completely so fast, it had taken me suffering under a few ass-drops before I was jolted back to full awareness, but Jesse simply stepped down hard onto Sue's stomach to pin her in place as she spoke down to her. "Stop moving, slut, you ain't going nowhere until a few of my girls get a chance at some ass-drop target practice....on your face!"

Sure enough, a stocky blond biker walked over and planted her booted feet on either side of her trapped head as I saw Susan's eyes widen in terror when she looked up. The blond bitch had a pair of leather chaps on with nothing beneath them, and she giggled as she looked over her shoulder and down at Susan's frightened face, then threw her legs out in front of her to land her ass full-weight onto the cushioned contraption that held poor Sue's head captive in a face-up position - WHAM!

I could hear the struggles and screams from beneath the blonds' butt as I imagined Susan's terror while watching the sadistic blond bitch pull her ass cheeks apart to grind her ass crack down even more completely onto Sue's fearful face. "Mumph, ungh, gasp, unumph!" Feelings of shame rose in me as I felt I should run to Susan's defense, even as I felt my erection grow to rock-hard status from the tremendous arousal I felt at witnessing this sexy scene.

Rationalizing that I would quickly be outnumbered and overwhelmed by the sheer force of their superior numbers if I tried anything, I shrunk back into an unnoticed place that still gave me a clear view of Susan's ordeal and tried to ignore my guilt as I massaged my erect cock with one hand in my pants pocket. For some reason, I found it incredibly arousing to watch one woman bully and dominate another, and the fact that the beaten woman was my girlfriend made it ten times hotter!

The blond finally lifted her ass off Susans' trapped face, and everyone laughed at her loud gasps for the life-giving air that she had been deprived of. I wondered silently how long it would take for Susan to learn, as I had, how to twist her facial features and angle her face slightly to allow the slivers of life-preserving air needed to avoid passing out. I knew the ass-bombings she was enduring had served as powerful motivators in my learning process, and prayed they would motivate poor Sue's "education" as well!

A few other of the ferocious femme bikers dropped their asses on Sue's trapped face even though she needed no further awakening, each wearing leather chaps with nothing underneath and "taking their time" getting up, and by the time she was finally released she was thoroughly beaten and subdued. I was spoken to almost as an afterthought and told to leave, with a threatening reminder to always wear and be quick to respond to the beeper I had been given by Jesse. When I timidly asked if I could wait for Susan an enraged Jesse grabbed me by the hair and wrenched her grip so that I fell to the floor on my knees behind her.

"She's not leaving tonight, me and my girls haven't had a female face-seat before and we're gonna spend some quality time with our new toy, heh heh!" Jesse said to me as she held my face inches away from her perfect ass. "...and you, you puny little wimp, are gonna call her job and family and friends to make excuses for why sweet Sue had to take a sudden little 'vacation', ha ha ha! Now kiss my ass and get lost, you pitiful excuse for a man. I am personally gonna smother and suffocate that stupid cunt extra hard for being foolish enough to go out with a cowardly jerk like you!"

[Sauur]

I love it! The new part was worth the wait. Have you thought about doing the next part from her point of view? Now they really get into it...

[Bently]

excellent. love the bullying of the other female. any fat girls there?

[sitfull]

Wow perfect great story

keep it going

full wieght is the best

Thanks
take care
sitfull

[faceseat4jeans]

As I stumbled out the door of the Brutal Biker Babe's clubhouse many thoughts raced through my mind. I was concerned for poor Sue's welfare as I left her behind and at the mercy of those sadistic female bikers, but I knew I didn't have a chance trying to stand up to them. I reasoned that they wouldn't hurt her too badly because they knew I was aware of where she was, but as I started to walk away my mind filled with the images I'd just witnessed of poor Sue's face being sat on and smothered by the brutal bikers, especially Jesse in her oh-so-sexy skintight faded blue jeans, and I could feel my arousal grow (along with the contents of my crotch!).

Suddenly I had a thought, and I stopped dead in my tracks. Even if I was afraid to confront these tough biker bitches, the least I could do was to hide outside the building and peek through a window to be sure nothing too severe was done to my sweet Sue. I sneaked back and hid in the alley on the side of the building, bringing my head just barely over the ledge of a side window that I knew would give me a complete view of everything that was going on inside. If it got too bad for my poor Sue I would throw caution and self-preservation to the wind and rush in to rescue her, I told myself, I really would!

Popping my head just over the outside window ledge, I felt my erection grow and harden from arousal as I watched Jesse strut around the large room in her fantastic form-fitting faded jeans, and I could hear her words clearly as she spoke to the other female bikers. "Alright girls, now I know you all wanna bury this slut's face under your asses. After all, we're not known and feared as the "deadly face-sitting biker bitches" for nothing, heh heh heh!" and the other young women all laughed along with Jesse. "...but we don't wanna finish her off too fast, so here's how we're gonna do it an' have fun all night - at this poor cunt's expense, of course, ha ha ha!"

Jesse went on to explain to her gang of female bikers that they would each get twenty minutes to beat and brutalize poor Sue, with Jesse scoring them on how much of the twenty minutes they had Sue's face in contact with their ass as well as the level and degree of degradation and humiliation, and after they had each had a turn Jesse would announce the winner. "...and as a special prize to the most brutal of you biker babes, the winner will be promoted to become my first deputy, so give it your best shot, girls!" Jesse continued with a smile as she saw the other young biker's faces light up with anticipation.

As I saw Jesse motion to the smallest of the biker babes to go first while she set the egg timer for twenty minutes, my mind briefly thought back to Jesse's earlier comment that "...we don't wanna finish her off too fast" and a part of me thought I should run off and get the police to rescue Susan. But maybe Jesse only meant they would smother poor Sue's face under their asses to the point of unconsciousness as they had done to me countless times, not death, and as I saw the young biker babe Jesse had designated to go first strut over to Susan's kneeling form and grab a fistful of her long blond hair I settled back to watch through the window from my hidden space in the alley.

With her jeans shirt tucked into a pair of skintight faded black jeans that showcased her muscled tight young body, I practically drooled while I watched the figure of this small but powerful young woman as her ass cheeks moved in her form-fitting jeans. It seemed the selected biker suspected she was chosen first by Jesse because it was felt she was too small to do any real severe smothering and submission of poor Sue - and she was determined to prove her wrong!

"C'mere cunt!" the small biker growled at Sue as she continued to hold her head by the hair. "Kiss my ass before I smother your face under it, and if you don't beg properly for the privilege of havin' your face buried in the crack of my ass I'm gonna bitch-slap you so hard you'll be wearin' my palm print on your cheeks for a week!" I heard the others laugh as the small biker held Sue's frightened face an inch away from her ass cheeks, and I prayed Sue would go along with their sadistic games so she wouldn't be hurt too badly.

I guess Sue was too scared to think clearly, because instead of pleading and kissing the biker bitch's ass as she had been ordered to she began to protest and struggle. "No, please, let me go, get your ass out of my face, yech!" Sue protested loudly as she pounded her fists against the hips of the young biker who continued to hold her head by the hair. The others began teasing that she couldn't even control a puny cunt like Sue which enraged the small biker bitch, and she spun around to face Sue's kneeling form.

"I (SLAP!) said (SLAP!) kiss (SLAP!) and (SLAP!) beg, (SLAP!) you (SLAP!) fuckin' (SLAP!) cunt! (SLAP!) the small biker bitch said as she alternated each of her words with a powerful open-handed smash across Sue's battered face with one hand while the other continued to hold Sue's hair tightly so she couldn't move her head away, and I could see the other female bikers were impressed as she kept her bitch-slap threat to poor Sue. Dragging a bawling Sue by the hair over to a large tree stump that was used as a coffee table in the club house, I saw Sue's terrified expression grow even more fearful as the young biker bitch tightened her grip on Sue's hair - 0wch!

"Last chance, one beg and one kiss on my ass crack, sleaze bag, before your face becomes my seat cushion, and you better make it good and sincere if you expect to EVER breathe again, cunt!" the small young woman said in a sneer as she looked down into Sue's tear-filled eyes before bringing Sue's face back to within an inch of her tight jeans ass, and even from my hidden distance I could see that Sue's spirit was broken. "Oh please, you are so superior, please allow me the privilege of having my face buried in the precious crack of your ass, please!" Sue begged sincerely as she planted a reverent kiss on the biker's butt, and the others broke out into spontaneous applause at the performance.

"There you go, cunt, I knew you'd get the hang of it - with a little motivation and persuasion, heh heh!" the biker said with a self-satisfied smile as she basked in her victory over Sue for a moment, then bashed Sue's beaten head down face-up onto the tree-stump table. I winced in empathy as the brutal biker bounced her ass down hard onto Sue's upturned face reddened from all the slaps, and the others giggled as she commented "Ooohh, a nice warm seat! That's cool, I think I'm gonna bitch-slap all my face seats before usin' 'em from now on, ha ha ha!"

The small young biker was so brutal in her twisting and grinding motions as she worked her ass down onto poor Susan's beaten face that I really thought she would kill her, and my concern for Sue's well being fought with my incredible arousal at watching this sexy young dominant bitch face-sit my girlfriend into oblivion for long and torturous minutes. Just when I began to feel I had to do something the egg timer went off and Jesse chuckled as she prompted the small biker bitch to lift her ass off Sue's unconscious face. I couldn't see her face from my hidden vantage point, but the laughter that erupted from the others watching told me that poor Sue's puss was probably pulverized! One of the others came over with what must have been smelling salts that were placed under Sue's nostrils, and she groaned loudly as she regained consciousness.

"Let's see, who should go next?" Jesse wondered aloud as she sat down with her full weight casually on the side of Sue's head that still rested on the hard surface of the tree stump, and when she heard moans coming from under her ass she looked down towards Sue's trapped head under her ass and said, "hey cunt, here's a little prize for surviving the first round - BRAAAAP! and farted loudly right onto Sue's face!

[faceseat4jeans]

The next biker Jesse selected was a big black babe, with an afro head of hair that was picked out and made her mean black facial features look even more sinister and menacing. "Soul sista Sadie" was a long-time member or the gang, welcomed and accepted by all the different races and colors of the different members, but with a lingering hatred for white people she didn't know and that she associated with all the prejudice and discrimination she'd suffered growing up. Her racist hatred of whites was well-known and accepted as long as it only applied to outsiders.

"Cmere you piece of white trash" Sadie shouted as she reached out with her large palm and wrapped her long fingers around Sue's vulnerable throat - aaack! Slamming Sue's head face-up onto the seat cushion of the big padded chair, the brutal black biker bitch lowered her bare ass that was exposed behind her leather chaps down towards Sue's shuddering facial features and stopped suddenly with her bottom hovering an inch away. I tried to imagine the awesome view Sue must have been treated to at that moment, the black biker babe's assertive anus probably puckering scant inches away from her face, and I forgot about all the pain and suffering I'd endured as I silently wished I were in Sue's situation!

Ordering Sue to extend her tongue out as far as possible, the black biker bitch slowly lowered herself down into the seat - and onto Sue's extended tongue! "Yeah, that's it you whitey-wench, ream my asshole with your unworthy tongue, that's right! Yep, good job, work it in and out, side to side as well, I just took a messy shit a little while ago an' that sandpaper we got for toilet paper don't do too good a cleaning job,heh heh, so y'all be sure to not just lick but swallow as well, y'hear?"

All the other female bikers laughed and applauded at the crude comments of the black female biker and the gagging sounds Sue was making from under her ass. Suddenly the brutal black biker jumped up and, reaching behind her with one hand, grabbed the back of Sue's head and forced her face deep between her ass cheeks as she walked over to the bar area. The other bikers laughed at the sight of Sue scurrying desperately on her knees behind this arrogant black biker bitch, and I had to stifle my own laughter at the comical sight of Sue's arms flailing the air at her sides with her face buried between the brutal black's buttocks.

"Here ya go, get your body up straight on your knees and your head back so's I can use you as my white bitch barstool - don't make me tell you twice, cunt!" the young black biker said in a threatening tone, and I shook my head in sadness and shame as I saw poor Sue's body strain to kneel upright with her head thrown back so that she was looking up at the ceiling.

Unable to deny the sheer erotic attraction of this unfolding scene, I lowered my pants and whipped out my rigid cock as I watched the black biker settle her proud ass down onto Sue's face with her full weight. Casually leaning her elbow on the bar surface, the dominating biker lifted one of her feet and rested it lightly on the brass bar footrest running along the base of the bar and crossed her other leg over it so that her full weight was supported by poor Sue's face as she used it for her bar stool and seat cushion.

It was clear that there was no way that Sue was able to breathe at all, her entire face buried between the brown butt-cheeks of the proud amazon biker as she supported sadistic Sadie's full weight, since even though she wasn't fat by any means her weight must have been at least 130 or 140 pounds. I knew if she stayed in her position it wouldn't be long before her "seat" would crumple and collapse from lack of oxygen, but I was amazed as I heard the black biker continue to tell the others how good it felt to have this inferior bitch's tongue reaming out her poop chute. Lost to my erotic arousal, I began pulling on my pecker with strokes of sexual stimulation and felt myself approaching orgasm while imagining how it would feel to have my tongue up this black biker's butt as she objectified me as her bar stool, and I didn't even notice the leaves rustling behind me until I felt the strong pressure on the back of my neck - yeowch!

Twisting my head I saw the giant female member of the gang known as Big Betty standing behind me with a puzzled look on her dumb face as she held me suspended in the air by her massive paw clenching my neck from the rear. I panicked and started blubbering pleas to Big Betty not to turn me in to the other gang members, knowing they would crucify me for spying on them, but tremors of terror ran down my spine as the big behemouth slowly smiled. "You spying on the Brutal Biker Babes? You bad boy, you in big trouble now, me gonna tell!" the lumbering giant said happily while she lifted me as easily as a sack of potatoes and threw me under her arm as she strode towards the front door of the clubhouse, ignoring my pleas completely.

In the few seconds it took until Big Betty reached the door of the club house with me under her arm my whole life seemed to flash before my eyes the way they talk about it doing just before a person is going to be killed, and I really thought this could be the end for me. Sue certainly couldn't help me beat back the rage that was sure to be unleashed against me once my traitorous act was known by the others, and in a terrifying flash of awareness I even knew how my death would come about. I had never been face sat by Big Betty because even Jesse realized that being ass-asphyxiated by that awesome amazon would be more than anyone could possibly endure - she had to weigh close to 300 pounds distributed evenly over her six foot six inch body. Betty had always begged for a chance to take part in all the "fun", and I knew that now she'd get her chance, and there'd be no chance for me to survive it!

[Sauur]

You have outdone yourself man! The scenes are super hot and super cruel! It just keeps getting better please continue this great story!

[reflux]

great story, i love f/f facesitting ant trample.
it's realy nice to reead so good story :) keep going :D

[sitfull]

Very good, perfect

Thanks
take care
sitfull

[faceseat4jeans]

When Big Betty burst into the gang clubhouse with me tucked under her arm as if she was carrying a toy doll and announced she’d found me hiding around the side alley and peeking inside, all conversation ended and I shivered in fear at the sudden silence.

Of course it was Jesse who finally spoke, and despite her threatening words I was once again hypnotized by her foxy form in her trademark skintight faded jeans. Announcing that Big Betty would finally have her chance smothering me under her ponderous posterior, Jesse chuckled as she remarked out loud that she’d always felt bad not allowing Big Betty to get in on the ass-bashing. “…but it seems this snoopy sucker has violated our privacy and disobeyed direct orders to leave, so as his punishment I’m gonna set the egg timer for twenty minutes and invite you to perform some whoop-ass with your big butt on this jerk’s face. He’s all yours girl, do your worst, Betty., ha ha ha!”

Betty released her powerful grip on me and I fell to the floor at her feet, scrambling up in a burst of adrenaline fueled by the fear of my impending annihilation under the mountainous mounds of her bottom. Jesse laughed at my desperate attempt at freedom as she pointed at me and snapped her fingers, and I was immediately grabbed by two of the other female bikers standing nearby. I was no match for their strength and as they each stood on either side of me and held my upper arms so that I hung in midair imprisoned between them, I noticed for the first time that Jesse was sitting with her faded denim ass completely covering Sue’s upturned face.

Ignoring my impending doom as Betty walked towards me, I noticed the muscles in Sue’s jaw and throat working feverishly (which was all I could see of her as Jesse had buried Sue’s whole face under her sexy butt as she had her positioned on the floor in front of her chair with her head stretched back), and I realized with an ironic sense of satisfaction and pride that Sue had learned how to position and maneuver her nose and mouth to receive life-giving air under a smothering ass. How sad, I thought, if not for my traitorous snooping act Sue could have joined me in serving and being face-sat by Jesse and the others, and maybe even learned to love it as much as I did!

I was jolted back to reality when Big Betty motioned for the other two female bikers to release me, and then slammed her big fist deep into my unprotected stomach – oomph! I barely had a chance to double over in pain before Betty’s big hand clenched a fistful of my hair, and with a quick flip of her wrist she threw me onto the seat cushion of an overstuffed couch. As I rolled over to a face-up position and tried desperately to catch my breath from her powerful stomach punch I looked up to see the terrifying sight of Big Betty’s humongous ass slamming down onto my face – whomph!

Although I had gotten used to being facesat and had learned to handle the full weight of Jesse and the others who used my face as their seat cushion, nothing could have prepared me for the sensation of being buried under the massive butt of Big Betty. My arms flailed about helplessly and my fists pounded ineffectively against Betty’s broad buns as they came down right onto my upturned face before I could turn it to the side, and it felt like a whole house was settled onto my flattened face.

With my head buried deep in the couch cushion under the force of Big Betty’s full weight, I instinctively knew it would be futile to even try to breathe. My facial features were crushed and frozen under the oppressive weight of Big Betty’s butt, and I knew there would be no chance for me to twist and turn my nose or mouth even a fraction of an inch to catch the slightest whiff of air. No, my time was up, I realized, and with that awareness a strange sense of calm came over me while I heard the muffled laughter from Betty and the others as she put her feet up on the tree stump table so that an even more incredibly massive amount of her weight pressed my face deep up into the crack of her big butt and my head down even deeper into the thick couch cushion.

I was sure they must have realized that I was suffocating to death under Big Betty’s butt, and I felt a surge of sensual stimulation at the thought that they were gloating over my extinction under their smothering as they used my face as their seat cushion. Feeling faint as I was ending my fight for air, I was on the verge of losing consciousness when I heard the door burst open and a loud voice scream “alright, everyone freeze right where you are except you, Big Betty. You, you big ox, get your ass off’a his face right now or I’ll personally see to it that you’re charged with first degree murder, as sure as my name is Cathy the cop!"

[Heckron]

I wish Betty could've gotten some more time on him...but I trust you to make the story even more amazing :D Thanks very much! Loved it!

[Sauur]

I love new twists in the story. Hmm I wonder what Cathy the cop will do? I mean there are a lot of bikers hehe.

[faceseat4jeans]

I felt Big Betty's butt lift up an inch or two off my face, I guess as a reflex action when Cathy the cop burst into the room, and as I sucked life-giving air back into my lungs I tried to make sense of all these new and frightening events.

Catherine Powers, or "Cathy the cop" as everyone called her, was a tall and powerful woman and a top-ranking white badge detective with the local police force that was admired and feared by all (depending on which side of the law they were on), and she must have been investigating my (and now Susan's) disappearances, I surmised. Sure enough, I heard her explain in a loud, commanding voice to the Brutal Biker Bitches that she had suspected they were involved in my absence, continuing "...so when his girlfriend Susan went missing as well, I ignored the directions from my chief to wait and gather more evidence to build an airtight case against you brutal bitches before I move in," Cathy exclaimed, "...and it looks like it's a good thing that I did!"

Jesse took control at once, speaking in a calming tone to Detective Powers and explaining that this was all a big misunderstanding. "C'mon Cathy, er..., I mean Detective Powers, why are you hassling us? Go on, ask the wimp, uh, I mean Arthur if he and his lady friend didn't come here of their own free will and he'll tell you they sure did, nobody here was twisting their arms, right, Artie boy?" I was amazed at the psychological hold Jesse must have felt she had over me, did she really think I would back up her fabricated story? Big Betty had moved her giant butt away from my face and as I looked around at the gathered bikers and the imposing figure of Cathy the cop standing there with her hands on her hips, all waiting to hear what I had to say, I found myself in a turmoil of conflicting emotions.

Looking over at poor Susan with her dazed and fearful expression, sitting on the floor in front of Jesse's chair where she had just been suffocating with her face buried under Jesse's blue jean butt moments before, I knew she was probably too confused and wiped out from the repeated face-smothers she'd been enduring to speak clearly in her own defense. This was my chance to rescue her and free myself from this abusive situation, since I knew they all feared Cathy the cop and the power she represented. Although there by herself, they didn't know if she had told others on the police force where she was going, and they all knew that if anything happened to her they would have to deal with the fury of the entire police force as well as all the enraged citizens if they heard the most admired officer on the force had been attacked.

Then I made the mistake of looking over at Jesse before I spoke, and as we made eye contact she drew my eyes down her body to her hips. She was so attractive to me in her frayed blue jean jacket with it's tough-looking biker patches, and I felt mesmerized as she used the excuse of reaching behind her for something to turn her body so that the magnificent twin mounds of her ass came into view. Molded by her form-fitting faded jeans, her beautiful buttocks were stunning to me in their sensual superiority, and as I watched the soft material form folds from the flexing of her amazing ass cheeks I knew I never wanted to be deprived of contact and servitude to them, even if only allowed in the most menial and degrading ways.

I could see that Cathy the cop was getting impatient, and I knew what I had to say: "I'm sorry but you are mistaken, detective, Susan and I are both here of our own free will and visiting with our friends here, please don't disturb us any further since you are clearly violating our rights of privacy!" I could see Cathy the cop's expression go from surprised to angry as she realized that without anyone complaining she was indeed overstepping her authority. Her frustration bordered on rage as she stormed out the door, and after a round of applause and high fives to each other Jesse called for silence and spoke:

"Well girls, as you have all witnessed now, my theory of mind-numbing and mental re-conditioning through progressive smothering works just as I said it would" Jesse said confidently to the group as she motioned down at me crouched on the floor in front of her. She went on speaking as if I wasn't even in the room, explaining that my brainwashing combined with the repeated oxygen deprivation as I was face sat almost to the verge of unconsciousness over and over again had turned me into their living, breathing face seat cushion and slave property.

Hearing Sue's meek voice say "Arthur, how could you, how could you say what you did?" I turned and looked down at her with disdain. She was crawling on the floor towards me, and I realized that she probably saw me as her only hope and salvation from this abusive situation. I figured it would be best to impress on her that I wasn't going to rescue her and that her best choice would be to accept and embrace our slavery and servitude to the brutal bikers, so I grabbed her hair and puled her head up before slapping her harshly as I spoke: "wise up, Sue, this is not about rescue here, it's about serving our superiors as their face seat cushions and in any other way they allow us to serve them. They must have smothered you too much, so I'll have to smack some sense back into you!"

Sue shrank back from me in fear and confusion at my not fulfilling her idealized fantasy of me as her savior, and I thought Jesse would be so proud of me for my actions. Instead, Jesse took one step towards me and drove her other booted foot powerfully into my crotch - POW! How (stomp!) dare (kick!) you (stamp!) hit (smash!) a (wham!) woman! (stomp, stomp, stomp!) she said as she used her heavy motorcycle boots to stomp and kick me unmercifully. I was sure the next kick would be to my face or she'd stomp my teeth in, but Jesse avoided my face with all of her brutal boot-bashing, and I realized why as she dragged my aching body over to the overstuffed chair and planted my head face-up on the seat cushion.

"Stay, asshole!" Jesse ordered as she turned her back to me and prepared to sit down on my frightened face. I was of course too terrified to disobey, and despite my pain almost wanted to smile from the anticipated pleasure of her fine ass coming down once again on my face like the countless other face-smotherings I'd enjoyed under her bodacious butt. Then suddenly whomp! Jesse's ass slammed down onto my upturned face with a vengeance!

Trying to twist my nose and mouth to get some air under Jesse's butt, I realized at once that something was different. The weight on my face was much heavier, and as I became aware that Jesse had her feet raised off the ground completely and resting on the tree stump table in front of her so that all of her 140 pounds were pressing down onto my face I realized that in the past times I'd been smothered under her ass she must have used her legs and feet to allow me a small amount of freedom to twist my features and get scraps of air. Now she was allowing no relief from her full weight crushing down on my face, and even as a part of my mind was relishing the arousal of her fine and proud posterior pressing down on my facial features as her human seat cushion, the rest of my brain was silently screaming in panic as the sweet soft faded fabric of Jesse's jeans ass covered my face completely and didn't allow for one scrap of air!

As if anticipating my impending panic, Jesse grabbed my arms and placed them on either padded arm of her chair where they were quickly sat on and pinned securely under the weight of two of the other bikers as I slowly suffocated under her ass. Just when I was about to lose consciousness Jesse raised her ass a fraction off my face, but only allowed a quick breath before resuming her suffocating seat on my face as she spoke: "ha ha, sucker, you thought I was smothering your face before, eh? This is what real face-smothering is all about, no air 'till you pass out and then repeating it over and over until the resulting brain damage leaves you feeble-minded and completely brainwashed. That's right, fool, that's what we're doing to your girlfriend Sue, conditioning her to become our resident slave cuntlapping face seat, but I had decided to not smother you to the point of brain damage so you could always be aware of your life's destiny as a face-seat cushion for your female superiors, as well as have your wits about you to some degree to serve as things like the convenient alibi you just were. But that was before you had the incredible audacity to slap Susan, how fucking dare you!"

If my body were free I would have cringed in fear at hearing Jesse's words, but my mind was once more freaking out as the airtight seal Jesse's ass had over my face was again depriving me of air to the verge of passing out. The last words I heard from Jesse, said to the group but clearly intended for my ears as well before I'd pass out, were "now you are going to be smothered under my ass to the point where you do black out, then revived by a battering of Big Betty and my other girls to wake you up so many times you will pray for death. Then you'll become our human toilet and cesspool as the only food you'll get will be our garbage and waste products, and I do mean ALL of our waste products, hee hee hee! When you become too weak to handle it at all anymore I'll give you back to Big Betty for your final fatal face-smother, and don't let her size fool you - she has a way of dragging out the finish a loooong time. Just so's you know, loser, the last guy Big Betty finished off had his face buried so deep in her ass after she face sat him to oblivion that his limp body dragged along behind her for three hours after her final face sit, his head completely stuffed into her asshole!

[Sauur]

It is always a surprise with your stories. I look forward to the toilet scenes and the final smother!

[sitfull]

great nice turn with the cop. f/f full service full wieght would be great.

thanks take care
sitfull

[Heckron]

Love it buddy! Great part!

[faceseat4jeans]

So this is how my life is to end, I thought with a strange sense of detachment as I suffocated under the smothering perfect blue jean ass of Jesse as she used my face as her seat cushion. Without the use of my hands and with her full 130-odd pounds pressing painfully down onto my puss, I twisted my facial features fruitlessly as I frantically foraged for a scrap of air and found none. I felt my chest muscles spasm reflexively as my breathing was completely blocked, and sensed the darkness begin to envelop me when suddenly I heard a loud smash - WHAM!

"I'm back, an' I'm gettin' my revenge!" I heard an angry voice exclaim, and I recognized who had burst in immediately: Cathy had come back!

Jesse's ass had raised up off my face slightly at Cathy's surprise appearance, and I gulped in gusts of air gratefully as I remained a silent witness to the unfolding events. "That's right, nobody humiliates me the way this wimp did earlier an' gets away with it, an' I mean NOBODY!" Cathy announced to everyone in the room, and then in what was an obvious reference to Jesse I heard her voice turn threatening as she spoke in a more deliberate voice: "get your ass off his face, that wimp is gonna be smothered but I'M gonna be the one who snuffs him!"

As the two bikers who had been sitting on my hands and pinning them down on the chair armrests backed away along with all the other bikers except Jesse, I sat upright and saw Cathy staring hard at Jesse who was returning her menacing look with an equal one of her own. "Butt out, copper, this sucker's being snuffed under my butt, you got no business here!" Jesse said, and the two powerful women started circling each other warily like two fighters in a ring.

Cathy had clearly come back to the biker gang's clubhouse on her own after work, as she was dressed in a faded pair of blue jeans that hugged her hard hips and muscular thighs and were tucked into a pair of scuffed motorcycle boots that were definitely not police department issue! I secretly hoped for a fight between these two sexy she-devils and prayed there'd be some ferocious face-sitting before it was over as I felt my erotic juices begin flowing at the thought, but it was Jesse who derailed my dreams.

"Alright, hold up here a min Cath, k? I mean, lord knows there's nothing I'd like better than to whomp your ass now that I've got you out'a uniform, but I'll be darned if I'm gonna put on a show for this dork!" Jesse said to Cathy with a gesture in my direction as they continued to circle each other, and to my disappointment I could see Cathy's expression soften as she agreed. With somewhat of a truce established, they decided that a competitive match would be held where each of them would have twenty minutes to smother my face in and under their asses as brutally and in as many different, creative ways as they could come up with, and the winner of the contest would earn the prize of snuffing me for good!

Further ground rules were declared, like that points would be awarded for both the number of different positions used as well as the length of time my face was buried in the crack of each respective ass, and Cathy was assured that the other girl gang members would be fair and impartial in their judging. The only final rule was that if either of them caused me to lose consciousness, it would result in an immediate forfeit!

A coin toss determined who went first, and I shuddered seeing Cathy's eyes light up as she won the toss and advanced towards me. "So I'm violating your privacy and interfering, eh?" she said to me in a questioning voice as she referred to my earlier statement that had ridiculed her and forced her to leave. "Well, have all the privacy you want, asshole...in the crack of my ass!" Cathy shouted as she grabbed me by the front of my shirt and pulled me roughly towards her. RIPPP! With a powerful movement, she pulled her hands apart and ripped my shirt clean off my torso, then held it with one hand while rapidly turning the other so that she quickly turned it into a makeshift rope that she looped around my neck - argh!

With no time to react, Cathy turned her body away from me and pulled my face right into the crack of her ass in her soft faded jeans, and my arousal at seeing her sexy ass up close was quickly replaced by terror as her hard hold on my neck with her makeshift shirt-rope had me smothering with my nose and mouth buried deep in her ass crack! Then, incredibly, I felt Cathy jump high in the air while maintaining my trapped head in her hold, and emit a sadistic scream as she flung her legs out in front of her so that her full 140 pounds drove the back of my head into the hardwood floor - WHAM!

I was barely conscious as I felt Cathy corkscrew her hips while she sat on my face with her full weight so that my face burrowed even deeper into her ass crack through her faded jeans, and breathing was not even an option, but just when I felt I was about to mercifully pass out Cathy wrenched me up to my wobbly feet and smashed my face with alternating slaps - WHAP! - SLAP! - BASH! - SMASH! Jolted awake, I was like a rag doll in her hands as Cathy dragged me over to the big tree stump they used as a coffee table and slammed my upper body down onto it.

"Apologize and pay your respects, jerk!" Cathy snarled at me as she lowered her ass down over my upturned and terrified face, leaving it suspended an inch over my quivering lips, and I tried to stammer out a reply in desperation and to no avail - Wham, wham, wham, wham, wham! Pistoning her powerful knees up and down, Cathy slammed my upturned face repeatedly with her awesome ass against the unyielding surface of the tree stump table top, then finally sat heavily on my features with her full weight. Dazed and defenseless, my face served as her subservient seat cushion for long minutes as I struggled with the last of my strength to breathe under her big butt to no avail.

Finally abandoning any hope of breathing, I felt my body shudder in what I felt must have been my death rattle when suddenly there was light and air as Cathy jumped up off my face and reached down towards me. Grabbing my nose between her knuckles with a hold that felt like a vise grip, Cathy pulled me up into a standing position once again, only to drive her fist deep into my stomach with a powerful punch that both awakened my senses and forced all of the air out of my body at the same time in a massive Ooomph! Hanging like a puppet from her hand that still held my nose in its powerful grip, I struggled to get any air back into my lungs to plead for mercy and froze in fear as I saw Carthys' other hand rear back in preparation to delivering some fresh torment when suddenly Briiinnng! the egg timer announced her twenty minutes were up.

Crumpling into a heap on the floor as Cathy reluctantly released her hold on my nose, I heard the scattered applause and groaned as I rolled over. I heard her laugh as she acknowleged the appreciation of the brutal bashing she gave that still left me conscious and her confident attitude as she motioned to Jesse: "do your best, bitch, but then make way for the master when you're done as I snuff the sucker for good!"

[Sauur]

Wow it will be hard to top Cathy! I'm loving every second of it good job!