Samantha the Sadist

[faceseat4jeans]

I was walking home alone, and was as depressed as hell. Another relationship had hit the rocks of disaster after I'd decided to be a little more honest about my feelings, and along with the shame and guilt I had that old thought come back up that I'd never be able to satisfy my desires. Heck, I began to feel despair and a sense of hopelessness, cursing myself that I was even foolish enough to try.

For some reason, I'd always gotten very excited at the thought of a tough, uncaring woman who just used me for her benefit. I guess most people would not find it surprising that when I tried to develop a caring, committed relationship with a woman who exhibited these qualities, it never worked out and I always ended up being hurt and taken advantage of.

So here I was heading back to my place after my latest girlfriend had just dumped me, ruminating over what I could have done, should have done differently, and so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even see the group of young toughs coming towards me on the darkened street.

BAM! I was jolted back into awareness as the biggest of the tough-looking punks walked right into me as he threw his shoulder into my chest and knocked me back a few steps. "Hey, watch where you're going, asshole!" he said in an angry voice, and then he and the other young guys with him stood there waiting for my response. At 35 years old I was at least ten years older than them, and I thought silently how little respect young people had nowadays. "Um, er, s-suh, sorry, I'm sorry," I stammered as I held up my hands in a symbolic gesture of surrender, then started to turn away.

"Hey, hold on, where ya goin', wimpy?" the guy who had banged into me asked, and when I meekly pleaded that I didn't want any trouble from them I saw his eyes light up and knew instantly I shouldn't have said that. Then came his dreaded comment, "hey mister, how much money you got on ya?" I answered nothing reflexively and cringed as anger lit up his face as he asked "oh yeah, anything I find I keep?"

This is it, I'm getting mugged, best to just give them all my money and hope they don't hurt me, I thought as I was about to pull out my wallet when suddenly I heard her powerful voice come from behind me: "Hey mister, these guys bothering you?" Turning around, I saw this amazing tall vision in tight faded blue jeans, a veritable female amazon!

Too stunned to reply, I simply stood there with my mouth open in shock as she walked up next to me and faced the angry young men blocking my path. "You stay out of this, you big cunt, this ain't your concern!" the young man who had asked me for money said to this assertive young woman who was about his age, but I could pick up the fear in his voice despite his macho bravado.

"What did you just call me?" she asked in a threatening tone as she started to walk towards the guy, and I couldn't help noticing how, despite being obviously female, she was built so much bigger and more muscular than his slim frame. Although I could sense his fear, some foolish macho mentality had him puff up his chest and stand his ground while she came right up into his face.

Casting a quick sidelong glance that conveyed a wordless but clear message to the other young punks with him that they better not interfere, this young tough amazon grabbed his shirt front in her fist and bent her elbow as she yanked him up to her height (she was a few inches taller than him), then she hooked her foot behind his before straightening her arm out suddenly so that he collapsed onto the sidewalk at her feet.

Stepping back a little and watching in awe, I felt a definite stirring of my erotic passions as I watched this confident young woman straddle the fallen young man's upper body before sitting down heavily on his upper chest and pinning his flailing arms beneath her heavy thighs effortlessly. He started mouthing off with some threats to her and calling out to the other guys who were with him for help, but she just chuckled as she shifted her weight onto her arms that grabbed and held his hands against the sidewalk before moving her ass up his torso in a surprisingly swift slide, landing her crotch and ass down squarely onto his trapped face!

Looking up at the other guys, she gave them a fierce look as she threatened "stick around if you want your turn for some of this treatment, boys, otherwise - BEAT IT!" and I almost had to suppress a giggle as they turned tail and ran off as fast as they could at her final exclamation. My laughter disappeared, though, as this intimidating young woman brought her attention back down to the struggling figure trapped beneath her.

Placing her large palms on either side of his head to keep his face upright, I watched with a mixture of awe and arousal as she spread her thighs wide and settled her full weight down onto his flattened face. Faint muffled sounds were all that could be heard as the faded soft fabric of her blue jeans molded itself down onto his face like a fitted face mask.

As the struggles of the pinned young punk beneath her slowly subsided while her smile broadened, I realized suddenly that she was intentionally smothering him! In the next couple of minutes his movements ceased completely, and as I looked down into his terrified eyes barely visible over her heavy crotch as it flattened his nose beneath it I couldn't help feeling some sympathy for him. I knew better than to say anything, though, and I just continued to watch silently as this cruel young amazon rested her hands on her solid thighs and continued to grind her pelvis down onto his trapped features while his eyelids fluttered and gradually closed as he slowly suffocated.

Thinking it was over when I saw him lose consciousness, I was surprised to see her maintain her heavy position on his face as she worked to keep the airtight seal of her smothering seat on his face. "I,...er, I think he's unconscious miss, y'know, you don't have to..." I started to say before she looked up at me angrily. "I know he's unconscious, fool, but he ain't dead yet! This is the best part, now shaddup before ya make me miss feelin' his death rattle!"

Shocked, I staggered back a step or two as I continued to watch this sadistic display, and even as I reasoned that she had just been kidding by saying that about actually killing him I couldn't deny the incredible feelings of arousal I was experiencing as a witness to this erotic extermination, if that's what it really was. The longer she stayed seated on the young guy's face with her full weight, the more I began to actually begin to believe that she was really trying to smother him to death. Finally I saw a kind of tremor go through his body, and I looked up at her face with her thighs spread wide as she kept her full weight centered on his upturned face and saw clearly from her expression of ecstasy that waves of pleasure were coursing through her body!

When she finally stood up slowly I was surprised to see her reverse her position so that she straddled his upper body once again, this time facing his feet. Intimidated from her earlier outburst when I had made my comment, I held my tongue while I saw her measure her position as she stood over the unconscious body of the young man by looking over her shoulder. I was mentally estimating that this attractive young woman's solid and tall but well proportioned body must have weighed in at close to 200 pounds when suddenly her legs flew up in the air in front of her and she fell down with her full weight squarely onto his head with her large ass - WHAM!

I half expected his head to splatter like a ripe tomato under her falling weight, but when I heard the dull thud from the heavy impact and saw no reaction from the lifeless body I knew in a moment of terror that he really was dead! Hopping to her feet with a wide grin, she commented "that's my trademark finish!" before grabbing my upper arm and pulling me away and down the street. "C'mon mister, let's get out'a here, you can buy me dinner for saving you from getting mugged," she said in a matter-of-fact way as we walked off, and I resisted the urge to ask her if she really thought that guy she'd defeated was dead. There are some questions that are better left unsaid, I thought, as I adjusted my pants to hide the bulge in my crotch from my raging arousal!

[Peaceful_c]

damn hope thats just the start I love it so far!

[Canadian Mike]

very very nice indeed

CM

[faceseat4jeans]

As we walked a casual conversation developed, and I learned that her name was Samantha and that she was indeed 25 years old, as I had estimated. Her personality was actually very sweet and kind, but it was clear that it also had a definite aggressive side to it.

The more we walked and talked, the more I found myself attracted to Samantha, and I reasoned in my head that ten years really wasn't too much of an age difference in a relationship. I did feel I had to mention my uneasy feelings regarding how she had smothered that young punk under her butt way longer than necessary, and I was surprised when she looked me in the eye and smiled as she said "yeah, but a part of you got off on it too, didn't you?" I looked away, embarrassed by her perception of the reaction I’d tried to hide.

It turned out that the conversation got very honest, and by the time we had reached the restaurant I had admitted my lifelong dreams and desires to be dominated and Samantha had confessed that she does get a big thrill out of physically overpowering and smothering others. I was feeling overjoyed and in love with her already when she continued into the unspoken territory I was afraid to mention and she confessed her biggest pleasure was what she had just done. "You mean..." I started to say hesitantly, and her smile widened as she shook her head yes and completed my thought: "you got it, Stuart, my biggest rush is torturing and terminating my opponents, big time and totally!"

When I laughed nervously and said with a smile that I hoped she'd never see me as her opponent, she squeezed my shoulder affectionately with her strong hand and reassured me that she "only snuffed the bad guys!" as we sat down to eat.

Her ability to consume food was awesome, I guess necessary to maintain her size, and I watched her wolf down several courses of dinner as I fiddled with my salad. During the rest of the meal I learned more about Samantha, and by the time we left the restaurant I was truly in love with this young lady who I felt was beautiful both inside and out. Inviting her back to my apartment, she laughed in happy surprise when I showed her my collection of face sitting females in pictures, video clips and erotic stories as I shared them with her, and told me we seemed to be matching yet opposite sides of the same coin.

It was such a relief to be with a woman as beautiful as Samantha and not have to hide my feelings and desires, I told her as I looked up at her adoringly from my position lying on the carpet beneath her as we talked, and remarked how her faded jeans fit her so perfectly. She returned my smile and then suddenly dropped down off her seated position on the couch to squat over my upturned face, commenting that to really appreciate the fit it might help to get a closer look.

I was speechless as the skintight section of her jeans crotch between her powerful thighs hung a fraction of an inch over my face, and I reached up with my lips to plant a respectful and reverential kiss as I murmured words of admiration. "Beauty and power, you know" Samantha said as she lowered herself down heavily onto my upturned face so that my head was pinned helplessly to the floor. I could sense that she had it in her power to dominate and control me effortlessly, but I also felt completely safe with her. It seemed that Samantha was very relaxed and comfortable with me as well, and I thanked my lucky stars for finally guiding me to this match made in heaven.

For the next few weeks we went out almost every night as I took her to dinners, movies, Broadway shows and other activities as I fell more and more in love with this perfect young woman. She said she was so relaxed and comfortable with me, that she didn't have that competitive need to always out perform that she experienced when with the big studs she usually dated, and I felt so flattered! It all felt too good to be true, so I guess I should have known it was.

We were in a small deli once to get her cigarettes ( a bad habit of hers that I tried to talk her into quitting without success, but was willing to put up with considering all her other pluses ) and just about to go out the door when we heard a young guy behind us announce a robbery.

“Alright, nobody move. Let’s go mister shopkeeper, empty that register into this bag, and make it quick!” he said in a nervous voice as he pointed a small pistol, and I tried to urge Samantha out the door. She shrugged my hand off like it was a minor distraction and I saw an expression of eager anticipation as she pivoted silently back towards the storekeeper.

Sam cleared her throat loudly, and when the robber swung his hand holding the pistol toward her she gripped his gun hand with both of hers and easily disarmed him. Her quick backhand smash to his face knocked him senseless, and he crumpled to the floor at her feet.

The owner started to thank Samantha for her quick actions, but she held up her hand as a signal for him to wait while motioning to the dazed young thief moving slowly beneath her. “He’s only stunned, be careful!” she warned as she dropped to the floor on top of the robber and quickly positioned her ass on top of his face.

The store owner and I stood there watching as Samantha sat her rump down heavily on the robber’s head, then raised her ass up for a moment to position him face-up before sitting down with her full weight on him once more. In the same way I had remembered seeing her do it when she gave the smothering face-sit to my mugger, Samantha trapped the robber’s arms under her solid muscled thighs while her ass and crotch covered his upturned face completely in a smothering and inescapable pin. His struggles were weak for a few moments and his muffled screams could be heard as he suffocated, but gradually his movements all ceased.

Maintaining her position on his trapped face for long minutes, the storekeeper started to say something but cut himself off in mid-sentence: “I think he’s…” I wondered whether he was going to finish his statement with “passed out” or “dead”, but neither he nor I said anything else until Samantha finally got up from the unconscious youth’s motionless body.

The store owner started to speak again but Samantha silenced him with a raised finger as she smiled and said “time for my trademark finish!” She straddled the unconscious form on the floor as she looked back over her shoulder and I saw the confusion in the manager’s eyes, but I shivered a little silently with my insider’s knowledge of what was about to happen.

Sure enough, once Samantha was satisfied with her position I saw her smile widen as her legs flew up in front of her, and her full weight smashed down onto the hapless bandit’s head – WHOMP! I continued to watch in awe as Samantha hopped up like a star athlete completing a successful routine, then grabbed my arm and walked briskly out the door with me beside her. Turning back to the store owner as we exited, she nodded and said “you can take credit for thwarting the robbery yourself, mister, that way those punks will think twice before trying to rob you again!”

My mind raced with conflicting thoughts as we walked away. This beautiful amazon had once again defeated a criminal and stood up for what was right, but I could see that her physical size and athletic skills had allowed her to manipulate the situations so that her opponent’s face had in each case ended up smothering under her awesome ass, possibly fatally! I realized this incredible young lady I was falling madly in love with might very well be a murderer, and most distressing of all was that the remembered image of her perfect ass cheeks molded down onto the faces beneath her in an airtight mask as she smothered them into oblivion had my aroused cock dancing around in my pants on the verge of orgasm!

[Sauur]

I *love* your stories! I can't wait for more. Will this be a fatal attraction? I look forward to finding out.

[vertago]

oh , this is very good!! I love the theme and can't wait to see what happens next!

[faceseat4jeans]

As we walked away from the store with the manager standing over the unconscious young robber, I shoved my hand in my pocket to disguise the prominent bulge in my pants from sexual excitement as the arousing image in my mind of Samantha's sweet blue jean butt smothering that poor sucker's face kept running through my mind. Thinking back on his muffled pleas as Sam pressed her ass down sadistically to cover his face completely, recognizing that she was clearly stimulated by his slow suffocation beneath her butt in her delicious faded jeans, I tried to disregard my own stimulated state as I resolved to have a serious discussion with her before this could happen again.

I was just starting to tell Samantha that we needed to talk as we continued to walk and passed a local night spot when the manager stormed out the door leading a young woman by the arm as he muttered angrily about not letting her cause any more trouble there. She was attractive with a slim figure in a sexy satin pants suit, and it was clear she had drank beyond her limit. He let go of her with a shove and told her she wasn't going to cause any more trouble in his place and to just go home and sober up, before he turned and walked back inside. Her response was a stream of curses at his back that would have made a sailor blush as she staggered a bit before regaining her balance.

Samantha and I were blocked by her as she stood in the middle of the sidewalk, and we were forced to stop walking a few feet away. Suddenly realizing we were standing there and probably embarrassed by us having just witnessed her getting thrown out of the place, the young lady snarled "whadaya lookin' at, twerp? Go on, get lost and take that big Bertha bitch ya got with ya...assholes..."

"You better watch your mouth, slut, before I give you a close up view of *my* asshole and teach you a little humility!" Samantha said as she stepped forward to confront the verbally abusive woman. At about 5'10" she was almost as tall as Samantha, but her slender figure looked scrawny next to Sam's robust and muscular body. If she was thinking clearly she would have backed down and apologized, but in her inebriated state she was full of liquid courage. "I don't need no humility when I'm talkin' to sleaze like you, ya big cunt!" she said in a slurred voice, then spit defiantly in Sam's direction.

Looking down at the leg of her faded jeans, Samantha's eyes widened in disbelief as she saw the young woman's spit glistening on her thigh, and in the next instant Sam reached out and grabbed her hair in a tight fist. "On your knees now, you little tramp, and apologize for your crude behavior before you beg to lick your spit off my thigh" Sam said in an angry voice as she forced the other woman to the floor. By now a few people had stopped to watch what was happening, and the drunken dame struggled furiously to be free of Sam's strong grip, to no avail. Holding the struggling woman easily with one hand, Sam used a tissue in her other hand to wipe the spit off as she made a face of disgust.

"Well, if you're not willing to say your sorry, you stupid bitch, then I guess you've earned that close up view of my asshole that I was talking about before," Sam said as she easily bullied the slim woman down onto the sidewalk on her back. There were a few chuckles from the onlookers as Sam quickly turned her body around and then sat down heavily on the young woman's upper chest, and I saw that by now familiar excited look of anticipation on her face as she looked over her shoulder and down at the struggling woman beneath her.

"Get off me, you big cow, I'll fuckin' kill you if you don't get omph..." the angry young lady threatened before her words were cut off as Samantha trapped the woman's hands under hers on the ground and slid her ass back to cover her face completely. It seemed some of the onlookers knew this young lady as more laughter and jeering comments directed at her came from the crowd that had formed by now, and I changed my position to get a better view of the action. Sam looked up at me with a smile as she commented "I guess she does need that humility lesson I warned her about before, eh?" while reaching down between her thighs to grab the other woman's chin and lower face in her strong grip and force her head upright.

"Face up and take a good look at my butt, bitch, and be grateful we're in public or I'd take these jeans down and give you a *real* lesson in humility!" Sam threatened as she worked her ass down heavily onto the other young lady's trapped face, and the sight of her bottom in those form-fitting faded jeans once again had me incredibly aroused. Now all that could be heard were little squeaks and squeals coming from under Sam's precious posterior, and I fought off my mesmerized mood of voyeuristic pleasure to try and reason with Samantha as the crowd grew silent watching the spectacle as she suffocated the other young woman.

At first giving me an angry glance for disturbing her pleasure, Sam eventually heard my concerns that there would be real trouble if she smothered the woman to the point of real damage or death in front of everyone and raised her butt up a fraction off the suffocating face of the young woman. Everyone laughed again at the loud, deep breaths coming from beneath Samantha's bottom, and when she looked around with a smile before glancing over her shoulder again and speaking down into the terrified eyes just visible over the round cheeks of her ass I thought she looked more beautiful than ever.

"Learned some humility yet, little miss foul mouth, or do you need more convincing?" Sam asked in a mock-serious questioning tone, and everyone enjoyed a good laugh as the subdued and fearful woman began begging Samantha not to smother her again, alternating her pleas with frantic kisses to Sam's blue jean butt hovering inches over her face. She enjoyed the submissive display for a few minutes before hopping to her feet and standing with her legs spread over the still sobbing young woman, then staring down Sam adopted an angry expression and said "go on, get out of here, NOW!" The terrified young woman ran off when she heard Samantha raise her voice to rounds of raucous laughter.

Feeling so proud of Samantha as well as relieved that she hadn't gone too far in smothering the other young miss, I was standing there pleased and happy when a strapping tall and well built young man walked up to me and Samantha. Looking past me as if I wasn't even there, he introduced himself to Samantha as Burt Masters and said how grateful he was that someone had finally put that bitch in her place. Sam clearly appreciated the compliment and smiled as she pulled out a cigarette. I automatically went in my pocket for matches that I always carried to light Sam's cigarettes, and when I looked up Burt had one of his cigarettes out as well.

Trying to be friendly and realizing that I can't hog Samantha all to myself, I smiled as I lit Burt's cigarette after lighting Samantha's. But again he accepted it without even acknowledging me at all, much less saying thank you. Deep in conversation with Burt, Samantha started walking off without saying anything to me, and I stood there feeling foolish as I didn't know what to do. Then suddenly Sam turned her head back towards me and smiled as she said "come along, Stuart, chop chop!" and I walked briskly to catch up to them.

I was about to come up alongside Samantha's other side as she walked next to Burt when I saw his hand come around her waist and noticed her head lean against his broad shoulder. Slowing my pace so that I remained a couple of steps behind them, I tried to sort through my feelings about this new development as my gaze rested on Sam's perfect ass, and I felt my arousal return as I watched the lucky jeans material disappearing between the precious cheeks of her bottom. Although my sight remained fixed on her ass, through the edges of my vision I could see Samantha's hand circle Burt's trim waist and I felt pangs of jealousy. Remembering that Sam got very annoyed whenever I had expressed any jealousy in the past, though, I stifled my feelings and returned my attention to that perfect slice of heaven, the crack of Samantha's proud posterior!

[Canadian Mike]

Truly a great story.

CM

[faceseat4jeans]

Walking behind Samantha and Burt as they talked in low voices with their arms wrapped intimately around each others' waists, I felt awkward and resentful of this conceited guy. Yet I knew from past conversations with Samantha that she couldn't stand attitudes of envy or jealousy in me so I thought better of saying or doing anything to intrude on their intimacy as I walked a respectful couple of paces behind them, and the awesome view of her delicious derriere in those form-fitting faded jeans easily melted my mind into a passive puddle of passion as I zoned out blissfully.

Suddenly they stopped and I realized we had reached the spot where Burt had parked his car. A sleek sports car in bright yellow, I had to grudgingly admit it matched his handsome appearance. They exchanged phone numbers and before he sped off moved together for a passionate kiss that put to shame the slight intimacy I'd tried to develop in my connection with Samantha in all the time I'd known her.

As I walked Samantha home I knew I had to say something to get an understanding of the status of our relationship, but before I could say anything she stopped walking and looked at me with a big grin before she spoke: "Oh Stuart, I am so happy, and it pleases me to no end that you're secure enough that you didn't get jealous of Burt - you are such a special guy!" I was left with nothing to say as I just smiled and told Samantha that my only desire was whatever made her happy. "Perfect! Ha ha, and I'm gonna hold you to that statement, so don't forget what you said: 'whatever makes me happy' - and right now that's you!" she replied as she gave me a big hug.

It turned out that Samantha did keep me to my word that my only desire was whatever made her happy, but as she continued to date Burt and started sharing private details of their developing intimacy with me I felt more like one of her girlfriends. Yet every time I was about to say something about wanting to get more involved with her romantically she would compliment me on what a tolerant, patient and caring friend I was, and I had to stifle myself.

Then one day Samantha confided in me that she missed her old face-sitting fun dominating others, but she had promised Burt she wouldn't do that anymore. She remarked that she knew I understood her attraction to having someone's face smothering under her ass from our past discussions, and wanted to ask me a big favor. I was excited just from hearing Sam talk about her face-sitting activities that had always turned me on, but when I replied that any favor I could do for her would be my pleasure she lost her smile and got this concerned look on her face.

"I know, Stuart, and this is something only you can do for me, but it has to be our secret" Samantha said as she gave me a serious look. When I agreed she confided in me that she got such a 'good' feeling from facesitting and smothering others while dominating them, especially against their will, that she wanted to use me to satisfy her repressed desires! I was left speechless as Samantha went on to explain that Burt didn't think too much of me anyway, so she didn't think he'd mind if she dominated and facesat me as long as it looked real and not something arranged. "I...I'm not sure I understand, Sam, but I'll do whatever you want" I said hesitantly, and she broke into a big grin as she hugged me and thanked me for being a man of my word as she recalled my statement: "...my only desire is whatever makes you happy"!

My relationship with Samantha changed drastically after that conversation. Under firm orders that I was to say as little as possible and be very respectful to both her and Burt, as well as any of her other friends, I was effectively reduced to the status of servant and punching bag for her, not to mention face-seat! A perfect example was the next time I saw Burt. It was when Samantha had ordered me to wait on this long line for a new movie they wanted to see. She had me get three tickets, one each for them and me, and when I finally reached the front of the line and purchased the tickets Burt and Sam walked up to me arm in arm. "It's about time, you should have been on that line earlier so we wouldn't have had to wait so long and could have made the earlier show, fool!" Sam snarled at me as she snatched the two tickets for her and Burt from my hand.

I knew from my previous discussions with Samantha that her nasty talk to me was really for show and to impress on Burt that she really didn't care for me as well as to get her into her favorite dominating mood, but it still hurt and shamed me as I apologized for making them wait. "Apology not accepted, asshole" Sam declared as she stepped towards me with her hands on my shoulders and lifted her leg suddenly, driving her knee up into my crotch with such power that I was lifted off the ground - POW!

Writhing in pain on the sidewalk at her feet, Sam showed no sympathy for me as she told me to shut up with all that moaning, that I was making a scene. I tried to suppress the sounds of my suffering but let a few more grunts out, and that was all it took for Sam to have the excuse she needed to engage in her favorite activity. "If you can't shut your mouth, I guess I'll have to do it for you!" she exclaimed as she dropped down onto my upper chest with her full weight - oomph! The wind was knocked out of me, and before I could even catch my breath Samantha grabbed my head in her hands and positioned my head face-up before she slid her ass up my body to cover my face completely!

I truly could not take a breath as Sam rested her full weight on my face, and I heard her tell Burt that I was such a loser that I couldn't even make a good gofer. They both laughed at my expense as I was panicking, trying unsuccessfully to twist my head to catch the slightest bit of air for my starved lungs. Feeling her soft faded denim pants cover my face like an airtight mask, I remembered the sexy sight of Samantha's skintight jeans covering the ass that was smothering me and felt my erection grow even as I tried in vain to find a scrap of air to breathe. Terror filled my mind as I recalled how Samantha had smothered those robbers way past the point that they were unconscious, and as I started to see spots before my eyes and my aching lungs spasmed in vain I felt the strength leave my body as I passed out.

Waking up to the feeling that I was drowning, I looked up to see Samantha and Burt laughing as they stood over me. I was laying on the sidewalk while Sam had her bottle of beer in her hand tipped over so that it was pouring down onto my face to awaken me, and when it was emptied she tossed it down at me and ordered me to get her another. My head ached and I shook it to try to regain my senses as I realized I must have passed out from lack of oxygen, a victim of Samantha's sadistic facesit, and as I got up and headed for the corner deli to get the beer Burt called out after me to get him a beer also. "Yes sir, sure thing" I answered automatically as I looked back at Samantha and Burt and quickly cursed myself for calling him sir, but they were already turned away from me as they walked hand in hand to a secluded bench off to the side.

Realizing that I was being used and abused, I tried to justify going along with what Samantha wanted even as a dark part of me inside recognized my growing arousal and was forced to confront the possible reality that maybe this was what I wanted too!

[Peaceful_c]

damn I love this story so far.... keep it up :)

[faceseat4jeans]

I've been distracted with life stuff, and thought no one was reading....

Glad you like the story, Peaceful_c, hope to post part 5 tomorrow, we'll see, heck, wish I weren't so busy!:theband:

[Sauur]

I concur great story I wonder how far she will push him.

[schiavozero]

I like so much all yours stories, but I think that all of them have to end always in tragically for our heroes. Not as the last story. Keep this on your mind.

thank you very much, you are a fine writer with a lot of fantasy.

[faceseat4jeans]

Gosh, I'm glad I'm typing this on-line, because if I had to admit this to anyone in person I think I'd be too ashamed to! Yes, as I explained, I was sent by Samantha to get her a new beer - after she poured the rest of her previous one on my face to revive me from her knee smash that almost ruptured my balls followed by her smothering me unconscious. And I not only meekly complied, but I even got one for her new "man" Burt as well at his casual command, and even called him Sir!

My head was still aching from the smothering I suffered under Samantha's beautiful ass as I brought their beers over to them in their secluded spot where they sat off in the shadows, and my only reward was Sam telling me to "get lost, but not too far away, wimp!" before returning to her heavy make out session with Burt. When it finally came time to go in to the theater to see the movie, Sam snickered as she ordered me to sit a few rows behind them and be alert for her soft finger snap "in case we need anything, hee hee hee!" And I did!

I thought that had to be the most humiliating experience of my life, and I was trying to work up the courage to have a serious talk with Samantha about where our relationship stood when she came up to me one day and ordered me to get two tickets for her and me to a romantic movie that was opening that evening. I was thrilled as I rushed off to get the tickets and I put on my best shirt and pants along with the most expensive cologne before I picked her up for our movie date that evening. It was just before we entered the theater than Sam made her casual comment about how she wanted to enjoy the movie.

"So listen up Stuart, after you follow me to the seats I choose for us, I want you on your knees in front of my seat with your head back on the seat cushion, face up. Now, even though I'll be sitting on your face with my full weight to enjoy the movie comfortably I expect you to do your best to scrounge up some air down there between my precious ass cheeks, 'cause I don't want you to be tapping on my thigh for air unless you're really desperate and on the verge of passing out, you understand?" What could I say other than to nod my head and agree, doing my best to hide my disappointment. Sam picked up on my dismay, though, and stopped before we entered the theater.

"Hold on Stu, why the long face?" Sam asked me, then before I could respond she went on to talk about how much she treasured our "special" relationship. "You know that you will be giving me such incredible pleasure, don't you, in a way that Burt never could?" Sam asked as she gave me an intense look, and I just melted with joy. Once I followed Sam into the theater toward a secluded area of empty seats in the balcony and positioned myself as she had instructed, though, my concerns began to mount as my head sunk back down into the thick pad Samantha had placed on her seat cushion.

After a momentary glance up in the pre-movie lighting at the incredible sight of Samantha's awesome ass descending onto my upturned face, I saw and felt her hands come down to grip either side of my head so as to insure my face-up position was maintained as she lowered her weight completely onto my face. Waves of panic washed over me as Samantha snuggled her ass down comfortably onto my upturned face, and as my nose sunk deep into the crevice of her soft faded jeans that was formed by the crack of her ass.

I had hoped that Sam would use her strong legs to support part of her weight and give me some help in finding air to survive on, but while the lights dimmed further to darkness and the movie began her full weight continued to smother my face as I frantically contorted my facial features in a desperate attempt to find a crevice of air to survive on, without success! The familiar ache in my chest from my deprived spasming lungs began again, and I was about to abandon my internal battle to resist tapping Sam's thigh as a signal of my suffocation when I heard a faint hissing sound that seemed to come from right in front of me.

In the next instant I could feel Samantha's leg muscles tense as she lifted her ass up off my face a half an inch, and I was filled with relief and gratitude while I took a deep breath - and gagged from the powerful stench of Samantha's sour-smelling gas as I was forced to breathe it all in! Sam giggled under her breath as she admonished me to keep quiet and not distract her from the movie before dropping her full weight back down onto my face. I was once again suffocating under her beautiful butt as Sam spoke down to me in a whisper: "That's it, you wimp, struggle for air under my ass, heh heh heh! Yeah, that's right, don't make any noise but let me feel the fear in your facial features, I love it!"

I could tell Samantha was enjoying the movie as it continued, and even as I struggled to breathe under the face mask that was her blue jeans ass I resisted the urge to tap the side of Samantha's thigh as a signal that I needed air. Understanding that her pleasure was heightened when she felt the increasing desperation of my suffering smother, I felt proud of the sacrifice I was making as I truly walked my talk and strove to provide the maximum of pleasurable feelings to Samantha with no regard for myself. Then suddenly she shifted her seating position and her ass fell flat and more completely on my features, full force!

Now there was nothing I could do to find any air as the soft faded blue jean material of Samantha's bottom covered my whole face in an airtight seal under her full weight, and after holding out a few more seconds while the pain in my chest grew almost unbearable I finally gave in and tapped her thigh with the agreed signal that I had no air left. To my shock and horror I heard Samantha giggle under her breath as she lifted her feet off the floor to rest them on the back of the seat in front of her so that her full weight was supported by my upturned and smothered face, and murmur "yes, that's it....smother, suffocate under my ass, right at the best part of the movie, that's perfect...ungh!" and I realized she was having an orgasm from the combined experience of watching this romantic movie scene while suffocating my face under her ass at the same time!

[faceseat4jeans]

What an exquisite mixture of heaven and hell I experienced with my face pinned securely beneath Samantha's big beautiful butt! She seemed to be getting bigger and stronger every day, or maybe it was just that my physical condition was steadily weakening as I suffered repeated suffocations to the point of passing out from lack of air as Sam's human face-seat cushion, but I remember feeling helpless with my face under her ass in that movie theater. Realizing that any struggle was useless, I recall visualizing in my mind's eye the perfect posterior that my face was buried beneath and experiencing the conflicting passions of arousal and anxiety as I slowly suffocated, finally falling into a strange feeling of serenity that Samantha must really be enjoying this as my consciousness faded into black.

"Wake up wimp, the movie's over!" were the first words I heard as I felt hard blows smash onto my stomach from Sam's stomping soles, and as I frantically regained my senses I realized where I was and what must have happened. Staggering to my feet and stumbling outside with Samantha, she confirmed my thinking by explaining that once I'd passed out inside the theater while my upturned face served as her seat cushion she'd punished me by remaining seated for a few minutes longer, but eventually decided to have mercy on me and kicked me to the floor to use as her footrest for the remainder of the film. I thanked her and apologized as I tried to clear my mind, vaguely aware that my thinking seemed to be more confused and hazy with each day that passed.

Events seemed to occur rapidly after that day. First Samantha announced that she decided we should get married, but that she wasn’t ready for others to see her as a married woman yet for business and other reasons so it would be our secret for a while. I agreed happily, overjoyed that this woman of my dreams, erotic and otherwise, was willing to be my wife, and we had a quiet ceremony at City Hall.

Then Samantha let me know that she would still be dating Burt and other guys. Explaining that it would look funny if she suddenly stopped dating since our marriage was a secret, and also elaborating her explanation with a comment that the other guys satisfied her in ways I wasn’t “equipped” to, Sam sat back with a smirk as if challenging me to protest. I just smiled and repeated my pledge that my only desire was whatever made her happy, but when I leaned over to kiss her she jumped up and turned around before bending over and pointing at her bottom. Exclaiming she treasured my devotion to her pleasure, I began planting passionate kisses on her ass cheeks in silent affirmation.

The smothering became more and more frequent, and although I understood from the special empathy I had with Samantha her attraction to the activity, a mixed feeling of lust and terror would come up each time I would see Samantha starting a disagreement with me as a pretext to one of her smothering face sits. The shame was immense when Burt was present, and I would always cater to her every whim then to try and head off the inevitable conflict that always ended with my face under her ass, to no avail!

“You KNOW I hate vanilla ice cream, why would you bring it to me – are you purposely trying to get me upset?” Samantha asked me in anger when I put the bowls of dessert down on the tray in front of her and Burt as they watched TV. “Oh no, I would never, er….that is, I just thought as one of a variety of flavors, .…” I replied anxiously, but it was too late. Burt didn’t take his eyes off the TV screen as he muttered “what a moron….” while Samantha stood up from where she had been snuggling next to Burt on the couch.

“There’s your mistake, thinking! Ha ha ha….” Samantha said as she reached out for the front of my shirt and pulled me towards her, saying she guessed I needed another “lesson in humility”. Feeling almost like a rag doll in her strong grasp, Sam easily forced me to my knees with my head and upper body on the couch seat cushion she had been sitting on. “He don’t learn, does he?” Burt asked as he pressed the pause button on the remote while he shook his head and glanced over as Samantha held my head face up on the couch and slowly brought her ass down over my face.

“He has learned to serve as a nice cushion for my ass, though, and I think he’s gradually getting the message that whenever he displeases me he will be suffocated under my ass until he passes out. At least I hope he’s getting the message, I think these repeated smotherings could lead to serious brain damage, hee hee hee!” Samantha said with a giggle as she settled her full weight down onto my upturned face. Once again I felt that momentary rush of arousal as I looked up and saw her perfect ass descend onto my face, followed by that familiar feeling of panic as Sam’s heavy weight pressed her butt down onto my features, now her suffocating seat cushion!

I never know how long I’m unconscious after Samantha smothers me under her ass, but whenever and however I’m awakened it’s always to serve her in some other way, and the brutal slapping or kicking to awaken me is only intensified if I don’t respond to her wishes immediately. Once Burt’s sister Sue was present and she expressed sympathy for me, only to have Burt and Sam explain that it was “for my own good”.

[aptc]

is sue going to part take in the smothering?

[faceseat4jeans]

Since our marriage was still a secret, Samantha continued to rent her apartment and live there, and I ended up spending most of my time at her place cleaning and fetching to satisfy her slightest whims. I didn't really mind at all, being very comfortable in the subservient role, but Burt was usually there also and I learned the hard way to cater to him as well.

"Listen up, you wimp, when Burt tells you he wants something you are to consider that like a direct order coming from me. He is a friend of mine, a 'close' friend that gives me pleasure in ways you only wish you could, so you should be eager and grateful for the chance to show your gratitude by doing everything possible to make him happy, you got that?" Samantha said to me in an angry tone of voice that alarmed me. I knew what the consequences of displeasing her would be, and I spoke frantically to try to avoid the 'corrective face sit' that Sam loved to administer.

"Pleh...please, I'm sorry Samantha, I didn't mean it, I'll serve him better, really I will..." I begged Samantha as I dropped to my knees in front of her. Burt had asked for the remote control as I had picked up his empty beer can and full ashtray, and since my hands were full I'd commented that it was right there on the coffee table only a few feet away from him. When he remarked to Samantha that he guessed her wimp was getting pretty independent I knew I'd made a big mistake, but it was too late. While Sam clucked her tongue and shook her head I knew she would use this "disobedience" as a pretext for another face sit smother, and that's when I went into my frantic begging.

WHAM! Samantha's foot flew into my crotch and I doubled over in pain, curling into a protective fetal ball as I writhed in torment at her feet. "C'mon, open up your body, if you make me work too hard to get your face under my ass for your reminder lesson in humility you'll *really* be sorry!" Sam threatened as she stood over me with her hands on her hips. Taking deep breaths to regain my composure, I stretched out on my back beneath her as I hoped desperately that if I complied with what she wanted she might relent on the impending punishment.

"That's it, you know better than to resist me dont'cha, fool?" Sam said as she looked down at me. "Yeah, think you're too good to hand a remote control to a friend of mine, eh? Maybe when your face is suffocating under my ass you'll reconsider havin' so much pride - after all, you always say your only desire is whatever makes me happy, right? Well, take a look at that big bulge in Burt's trousers and compare it to that measly pencil prick of yours, and take a guess where I'm gonna get my happiness, fool!"

I looked over at Burt lounging on the couch in his expensive smoking jacket that Samantha had bought him (with my money!) as a present, and sure enough the front of his tight bikini briefs bulged with a clear outline of his big baloney - twice the size of my manhood, even soft! Before I knew it Samantha had sprung down onto my chest in a punishing pin, and as her hands on either side of my head held my face centered and seeing only the ceiling I tried to babble out some desperate pleas to no avail.

Omph! The familiar scent of Samantha's soft jeans as she settled her ass down onto my face had my cock twitching even as my mind froze in fear of the oncoming smother. Just then the door bell rang and Burt got up to let his sister Susan in. She had come to visit Burt, but when she saw Samantha sitting on my face I heard her scold him. "Burt, if the two of you keep on abusing that poor guy like this you're gonna turn his mind to mush!" Burt tried to quiet his sister, but Samantha must have gotten tired of repeatedly hearing these complaints from Sue and as I smothered under Sam's sweet but suffocating ass I heard her explain to Sue that this was all part of a plan.

"Listen, me and Burt may as well tell you what we're doing, but it's gotta stay just between us, okay?" Samantha said to Sue, and then without waiting for a reply Sam began explaining that the repeated smotherings were indeed intended to damage and enfeeble my thinking. ""You see, little Stuart here's got a house that's completely paid off so that he owns it free and clear, and with his early retirement benefits from his civil service job he gets a nice pension check each month along with excellent health and other benefits for his family as well as him."

When Sue asked about the fact that she thought I had no family left alive ( I was an only child and my parents had both passed away), I heard Sam respond with a chuckle that we had already gotten married in a civil ceremony. I was getting a slight sliver of air from the crevice in Samantha's soft jeans in the crack of her ass as my face remained pinned beneath her butt, and I listened with alarm as Sam went on to describe our future. "Yep, poor Stu the sap will soon be 'senile' before his time, and as his loving wife I will insist on caring for him at home - with the help of his generous pension and retirement savings. Gosh, after a while, we might just have to sell his house to pay for his care and feeding, ha ha ha!"

I heard Sue make the sober comment that in-home nursing care and rehabilitation treatment really was expensive, and to my shock and dismay listened to Samantha reply that she and Burt had no intention of spending any more money than necessary on my care. "Shit, once we've got him drooling like a retard we'll just keep him in the big dog house he built out back on his property for that dog he was planning on getting. Yep, we'll be feeding him dog food too, that's got enough nourishment for this loser to survive on for as long as he can. And when he can't last any longer, I'll collect on his big life insurance policy as his heartbroken, beloved wife. Ha ha ha!" Suddenly Sam's ass came down more heavily on my upturned face and that sliver of air in her ass crack was gone, as I realized with a sense of alarm that Samantha had been deliberately allowing me to breathe so I could hear the conversation I just had. My head pounded with pain as I once again felt my oxygen-starved brain revolt in vain under Samantha's heavy face sit pin, and I struggled to lock into my mind the startling conversation I'd just heard as the darkness closed in.:eek:

[Sauur]

I'm really enjoying this story please continue.

[faceseat4jeans]

"Wake up, sleepyhead, you should be grateful I allow you such close contact with the object of your dreams," Samantha said with a snicker as she pointed to her ass in those sexy tight jeans. "Now make yourself useful and get me and Burt a couple of cold ones," she ordered from her seat above me on the couch where she sat snuggled up next to Burt, "and make it snappy, Simple Stuart, hee hee hee!"

I shook my head to clear it and felt the painful ringing in my ears that's been getting worse and worse, but as I gazed at the perfect curves of her ass cheeks molded into her form-fitting faded jeans all other thoughts left my mind as my lust for Sam's perfect butt ass-umed priority over all else. Shrugging off my discomfort, I mumbled my apologies as I got to my feet and hurried into the kitchen to get their beers. When I returned with them I heard Burt asking about how much longer he'd have to put up with this drawn out process, and I dropped to my knees as per Samantha's "standard serving requirements" before presenting the cold beer to her. "Why thank you, Simple Stuart," Sam said in a mocking voice before motioning for me to serve Burt his beer.

I had no idea what they were talking about as I turned towards Burt and held out his cold beer for him to take, but when Sam responded to his question while they both ignored me as if I wasn't even there I started to remember pieces of the the conversation they were having with Burt's sister Sue earlier while I smothered under Samantha's ass as I listened. "I told you, babe, this smothering him senseless is a process, it's gotta be done in stages," Sam said to Burt as she hugged him, and I saw his look of alarm as he glanced at me. "Shhh, aren't you worried to talk right in front of the jerk like that?" Burt asked with a worried look in my direction, and I saw Samantha giggle as she reached out and tousled my hair as I knelt in front of them. "Relax, Silly Stu here's mind is fading fast, and focused only on my awesome ass, ha ha ha!"

My thoughts were hazy and my head hurt, but I felt a tingle of excitement course through my body at the touch of Sam's hand as she ran her fingers through my hair affectionately. It was difficult to think clearly as my lust fought with some nagging thoughts at the back of my brain, and when Samantha got up onto her knees on the couch seat cushion and turned around so that her beautiful ass was right in my face, the struggle was over. "There's a good boy, Simple Stuart, how would you like the privilege of kissing my ass as a reward for being such a trusted friend?" she asked in a sensuous voice, and I started begging and pleading for the honor as the only thought in my mind became winning the right to show my devotion to her precious posterior.

It was while I was planting passionate kisses on Samantha's bottom as she continued to talk with Burt that I started hearing things that jogged my memory. Burt expressed concern about his sister leaving in anger as she had earlier after her concern that Sam's repeated smothering face sits were causing real damage to me, and Sam brushed off his worries. "You don't know my sister like I do," Burt warned, "she really seemed upset when you explained our plan to her, I'm afraid she'll screw up all our plans, y'know?" to which Sam replied that it would simply be her word against both of theirs. "If she tries to make any trouble about my getting his insurance and pension and stuff she'll just look like a jealous sister, trust me babe" she said as she reached back and grabbed a fist full of my hair to force my nose deep into the crack of her ass in those faded jeans before she cut loose with a loud fart right in my face - BRAAAAP!

"Ooops, sorry sweetie, hee hee hee," Samantha commented to Burt as he backed off from the foul aroma, then she twisted her grip on my hair as she ordered me to take deep breaths and collect all of the fetid fumes so they didn't have to inhale them. I did as she commanded, and felt aroused at her superior attitude coupled with the awesome ass right in my face. As I continued my long inhales, though, my mind suddenly recalled the conversation from earlier when Burt's sister had been outraged to hear Sam explain that she would increasingly incapacitate me with her suffocating face-seating to the point of my complete mental crippling!

When Samantha eventually released her hold on my head and ordered me to give her beautiful ass one more kiss before she sat back down next to Burt on the couch, which I did in a distracted way as the new awareness ran through my mind, she quickly noticed my troubled expression and picked up on my changed attitude. Adopting a concerned tone Sam asked me if there was anything bothering me, saying that she valued the special trust in our relationship so much she wanted me to tell her anything that troubled me. My heart opened with new levels of love for this sexy superior young goddess as I honestly expressed my concerns and explained that I did remember the earlier conversation where she had described to Burt's sister Sue her plan to progressively incapacitate me with her smothering face sits, to the point that I would become a helpless invalid that she and Burt would take advantage of for my money and other assets. I was shocked to see her sit back with a seductive smile and let out a sadistic giggle.

"Ha ha ha, yeah, did it turn you on to hear it while you smothered under my ass, Stuart? 'cause that fantasy is a big turn-on for me, y'know? Yep, the thought of using and abusing you like that is a super, really powerful and sexy fantasy for me, and I bet the thought of being degraded and taken advantage of like that is a hot fantasy for you too, isn't it?" Samantha asked me with a big smile. "You mean...a fantasy?....not real, uh,...I thought...." I stammered in confusion, and then it suddenly became clear to me. Samantha was doing what she knew I loved, making her domination of me as real and authentic as she could, and here I was ruining her efforts! I started babbling my apologies but Sam cut me off as she grabbed my head between her palms and placed my head face-up on the couch cushion before turning her back to me quickly and slamming her ass down on my face in a solid smother!

Just then the front door flew open and I heard Burt's sister Sue stride into the room, followed by two police officers as I heard her exclaim that they'd arrived just in time!

[Sauur]

I look forward to the next set of twists and turns. So far the story is great!

[Canadian Mike]

God what an excellent story.

CM

[faceseat4jeans]

Samantha jumped up off my face when Burt's sister Susan burst into the room followed by two police officers, and I sat up quickly as she started accusing Sam and Burt of intentionally tricking me into going along with their smothering "games". "Arrest them, officers, you saw how she was getting ready to sit on his face and smother him senseless, they told me all about their plan to turn him into a vegetable so they can get all his money!" Sue exclaimed to the officers, but Samantha quickly explained to the cops that the face sitting was just a kinky little private game we played.

"If you must know our personal business, officers, little Stuart here is my husband and we often have friends like Burt here over to visit and watch the private role playing adult games we enjoy that may be kinky but are certainly not against the law. Since she is Burt's sister, Stuart and I have welcomed Susan into our home as well, but she does have these paranoid delusions and irrational fears often. We've tried to reassure her, but you know how it is with some people suffering from mental problems...."

I stifled my amusement at Samantha's cleverly turning the tables on Susan in the minds of the officers as they backed off their aggressive entrance once they were reassured by Sam's confident manner and relaxed attitude. When the cops cast questioning glances at me, I was quick to go along with the story Samantha was telling and even expressed outrage, saying that the police had no business intruding in our private marital "activities" and prompting the officers to apologize while casting angry glances at Susan before they left.

Once the cops were gone, Samantha grabbed Susan and shook the smaller woman with anger as she spoke. “Why you brazen bitch, bringing the police to try to get me and your brother in trouble!” Although Susan was well-proportioned and physically fit, being a professional dancer, she was no match for Samantha’s size and strength, and Sam throttled her like a rag doll. Sue yelled in pain and fear as Sam forced her to the floor, and as she straddled the writhing woman Samantha commented that she knew a sure way to get some peace and quiet.

Realizing what was about to occur, Susan cried out desperately for Burt to help her. “Please Burt, you’re my brother, don’t let her smother me, you’ve got to help me!” but Burt simply sat back on the couch with a smile as he folded his arms across his chest and shook his head. “No way, sis, you were ready to have me arrested a minute ago, you ungrateful tramp. Go on, Sam, do your worst to my sister the snitch, ha ha ha!”

Once Susan realized that she wouldn’t be getting any help from Burt, she began struggling frantically to break free of Samantha’s strong grip without success. My arousal was shooting through the ceiling as I watched the two women have a very uneven struggle, and in a flash Sam had Sue’s body beneath her straddling knees as she trapped her hands helplessly flat on the floor over her head. In desperation Sue started to yell but Sam quickly shifted her body from her position sitting on Sue’s stomach up so that her ass slid up to settle heavily on top of Susan’s face!

I could see the joy in Samantha’s expression as she sat her full weight down on Sue’s upturned face, and when she twisted her face off to the side Sam made a sarcastic sound of disapproval as she reached down to return Sue’s face to an upright position. “No no no, you troublemaking cunt, your face is staying right in the crack of my ass, yeah!” Samantha exclaimed as she ground poor Sue’s face down hard under her butt. It serves her right, I thought as I watched Sue suffocate with her whole face hidden from sight between the big blue jean butt cheeks of Sam’s ponderous posterior.

Yes, I felt so bad for my earlier lack of trust when I didn’t understand that Samantha was constructing the whole story of how she and Burt planned to smother me senseless – literally! Once Sam had let it slip that it was all an erotic fantasy designed to get both her and me incredibly turned on, I wanted to do whatever I could to make amends for my lack of faith in her, and I got even more pleasure watching Sam smother Sue as payback for trying to throw cold water on our arousing game.

Burt made encouraging comments as Sue’s stifled screams from under Sam’s asphyxiating ass gradually diminished, and when Susan’s body finally went limp under the massive twin mounds of Sam’s bottom I practically had an orgasm in my pants from the arousing scene. Remaining with her full weight flattening Sue’s face under her suffocating seat, Samantha explained to Burt that the only solution now was for both Sue and me to “disappear”. When I saw Burt nod his head in agreement I knew he was in on this fantasy game as well, and I worked hard to keep a straight face as I adopted an alarmed expression while I pleaded for mercy.

After maintaining her suffocating seat on Sue’s buried nose for a few more minutes, Sam got up and performed her trademark “ass-drop” onto Sue’s unresponsive sleeping face before hopping up and walking towards me. “No, no, please don’t suffocate me too!” I exclaimed in what I hoped looked like real terror, and was gratified to see Sam wink her eye before she grabbed my shirt and threw me to the floor at her feet. “Not only am I going to smother you for real and for good, but you’re gonna beg me to do it while you kiss my butt so that I can get that final sadistic rush before me and Burt can go collect all your insurance money and live in style off *your* hard earned money, fool. Ha ha ha!”

Gawd, what delicious decadence, I thought as I knew Sam’s sadistic sensuality was undoubtedly turning her on as much as my subservient surrender was sending sensual shivers down my spine. Burt seemed oblivious to the erotic undercurrent and only interested in getting rid of me and his sister so that he could have access to my money through Sam and her sexy body all to himself, and I realized suddenly that Sam was only using him as a prop to help create the emasculating cuckold situation that she knew both me and her would enjoy so.

Obediently kissing her blue jean butt as Sam squatted inches over my face while I lay face up at her feet, I played my part to perfection as I begged sincerely for her to settle her ass down onto my face in a final suffocating face sit. “Oh please Sam, my only desire is your pleasure and happiness, so I do indeed beg you to sit and smother me dead under your perfect ass so that you can collect my insurance money. I know Burt gives you more sexual satisfaction than me, so please use my insurance money to go with him on vacation and enjoy yourselves at my ultimate expense – it will be my parting gift and tribute to your superiority!” I pleaded as I felt myself get more and more aroused from the masochistic rush.

I heard Burt make a comment about how stupid I was and I laughed inside, thinking how he was really the ignorant one, and then Sam’s big, beautiful bottom settled down heavily onto my upturned face mid-beg. I realized instantly that her seat on my face was too heavy and full as her soft blue jean butt covered my entire face and left not the slightest space for any air at all. Hoping she would raise up slightly so I could get some air and not pass out too quickly, I felt my throat muscles and lungs spasm in a sad search for a breath that was not available. My hands pushed up frantically in a futile attempt to find air, but Sam’s pressing pounds easily negated my efforts. Finally recognizing that Sam must be lost in her enjoyment of the sadistic smother, I tried to connect only with the sense of satisfaction in serving Sam’s sadistic pleasures and disregard the mounting pain in my head and chest. We would definitely need to have a talk about this, though!

THE (VERY REAL) END!!!:eek:

[Sauur]

Great Story! I love how evil that girl is. :devil:

And as you know I do love those "terminal" endings. :)

[faceseat4jeans]

Nice 2 c your feedback, but judging from the lack of other responses, I fear you weren't joined by many others. I find the other male involvement and cuckolding adds to and intensifies the humiliation, but it may touch a raw nerve for some. a pity:(

[galonski64]

i liked it, just wish there was more smother to sue while brother teased, maybe even force her into the dog house

[Sauur]

I know how you feel sometimes its like "are there only two or three people reading?" However I realize that for every person who responds there are like 20 who never respond. This story got over 6k views, you gotta be doing something right!

[schiavozero]

Nice 2 c your feedback, but judging from the lack of other responses, I fear you weren't joined by many others. I find the other male involvement and cuckolding adds to and intensifies the humiliation, but it may touch a raw nerve for some. a pity:(

I think the same as you death and cuckolding is the best

[Canadian Mike]

Yes it does get a little frustrating at times as so much effort goes into writing a story like these when compared to sharing a pic or clip. Still I often enjoy writing them as it helps me to relive my experiences.

CM

[Tagwyn]

I liked the story but not the ending. Cops should have taken Sam to the loony-bin where she could face-sit the entire unbelieving Staff. t :sniper: