faceseatal
11-02-2002, 8:46 AM
Laughing, the woman who had to go wasted no time and lowered herself over Alex’s upturned face. “Open wide,” she commanded a bit slurrily as she hovered a few inches above him.
Alex knew he had to obey. Even if he dared disobey, he knew his Mistress, or possibly this woman even, could force him to do it in any manner of ways.
He opened his mouth and she descended immediately. Quite soon a splurting noise was audible to everyone in the room. They all were seated around on the sofa and chairs, squirming a bit as they watched.
The woman kept peeing. There was so much! Alex swallowed and swallowed, desperately aware that he had to keep up or he’d drown in her golden release.
After a long minute, she was through. No sooner had she risen than the next woman got up. She was raven-haired and possessed succulent thighs and round, flaring hips.
“I’m next,” she announced with a smirk, fumbling with her leather skirt. She hiked it up around her waist and yanked her nylons down.
She swung a leg over Alex and straddled him in reverse. Larger than even his Mistress’s bottom, the ass above Alex filled his terrified vision.
Then the woman sat down with a heavy squash. The others watched in growing arousal as she wriggled heavily about. It was obvious to everyone she was arranging his face just how she wanted.
Alex found his nose stuck against her asshole and his open mouth trapped beneath her thick pussy flesh. He was buried in her full flesh. In moments he felt the growing stream flowing into him.
It was too much! The last woman had nearly filled him up and he’d had no time to recover.
Now the big-hipped woman was pissing full strength and to the woman’s delight, Alex began making tiny gargling sounds of fear and submission. The pathetic noises were nearly overpowered by the sound of the full stream of pee deluging Alex’s mouth and pumping down his throat.
Finally, the woman was through. Before she got up, she bounced and rubbed over Alex’s face heavily, much squashing him in the process.
She looked up at Kara approvingly. “That’s quite a comfortable set-up. Is he toilet and television seat both?” she asked perceptively, glancing at the TV directly in front of the bench.
Kara smiled graciously. “Quite correct, Laura,” she said, pouring herself another glass of wine. She offered the bottle to Laura. “S’more?”
“Please,” Laura responded with a silent giggle. Her groin felt warm and alive. A drink would be splendid.
In quick succession, the other three women followed after Laura, each of them pissing full bladders into Alex’s helpless mouth. Last cam Kara. She was quite buzzed and vastly pleased at how the party was going.
She had wanted to impress them, make them accept her into their shadowy ranks. And she knew she had. But there was one other demonstration she had planned.
Once the last of her friends had used Alex’s face and mouth, Kara sauntered forward.
“My turn,” she announced, her eyes on fire as she stared at Alex’s red and puffing face. She knew that look by now, he was almost unconscious.
All the better, she thought as she turned around and stood over his head. She saw him looking up with his usual expression of awe and submission. Her looming ass hovered inches from his face.
“Open slave,” she commanded.
Even though Alex was certain he was going to be ill, he obediently opened his mouth.
Kara sat down. Her pussy splurged over his opened lips and she screwed her ass down heavily, ensuring his nose was wedged tightly against her anus.
She sat there, looking at the others and seeming to be a true queen. Her poise and expression were as royal as her gloriously naked body was beautiful. She squirmed slightly, a small smile curving her lips. She was queening Alex. She had learned that word. By sitting on a man’s face and rendering him helpless, the female becomes the Queen and subjugates the man to her will or whim.
And Kara had plenty of both in mind.
She could see the attention she had from the women. She could feel the darkly erotic sensations of Alex suffocating beneath her fleshy weight. She could feel the spidery threads of pleasure beginning to grow and throb in her groin.
Then she felt her piss surging from her body, the delicious release making her excitement even more intense. Fragile sounds of hopelessness came from beneath Kara’s squirming bottom as Alex weakly gargled and swallowed mouthful after mouthful of her yellow tribute.
She let it all go then; long and hard she flooded a strong stream down his throat, ignoring the jerky movements of his bound arms and legs. As the moments passed, she kept on peeing and gasped as a series of strong orgasms swept through her young, sensuous body.
She squirmed and rubbed over Alex’s face, feeling his nose penetrate her bottomhole. She could feel his helpless snuffling for breath and she laughed as she squeezed around his nostrils with her anus. She kept her anal muscle flexed and tightened, holding him securely inside her as she sat on his face.
A small part of her mind knew he was passing out. But she was climbing to another strong series of orgasms and besides, that was how she had planned it anyway.
The women stood and sat around the tableau of female dominance, some of them openly masturbating themselves as they watched the male slave slow and finally cease his futile struggling movements.
“Aaaarrrghh!” Kara screamed out in a guttural shudder of lust. The last of her piss was entering his mouth and she was cumming with nerve-shattering intensity.
The women watched in silent awe as Kara ignored the obviously unconscious and, quite possibly drowned, male slave. Her quivering hips continued their wet gyrations over his face until another minute or two had passed.
Then she quieted and, only after she had daintily swept back a loose strand of hair and taken a few breaths, finally stood up and stepped away.
Alex quivered and shook once as air seeped into his paralyzed lungs. Then he began taking slow deep breaths, still thoroughly unconscious.
The women clapped their hands in delight.
Kara saw her friends out and retired for the night. Leaving poor Alex unconscious and secured to his bench. Tomorrow, she thought, we’ll try something new. And as she trounced off to bed, her bottom glowed with warmth and she smiled deliciously imaging what would be next.
THE END?
Alex knew he had to obey. Even if he dared disobey, he knew his Mistress, or possibly this woman even, could force him to do it in any manner of ways.
He opened his mouth and she descended immediately. Quite soon a splurting noise was audible to everyone in the room. They all were seated around on the sofa and chairs, squirming a bit as they watched.
The woman kept peeing. There was so much! Alex swallowed and swallowed, desperately aware that he had to keep up or he’d drown in her golden release.
After a long minute, she was through. No sooner had she risen than the next woman got up. She was raven-haired and possessed succulent thighs and round, flaring hips.
“I’m next,” she announced with a smirk, fumbling with her leather skirt. She hiked it up around her waist and yanked her nylons down.
She swung a leg over Alex and straddled him in reverse. Larger than even his Mistress’s bottom, the ass above Alex filled his terrified vision.
Then the woman sat down with a heavy squash. The others watched in growing arousal as she wriggled heavily about. It was obvious to everyone she was arranging his face just how she wanted.
Alex found his nose stuck against her asshole and his open mouth trapped beneath her thick pussy flesh. He was buried in her full flesh. In moments he felt the growing stream flowing into him.
It was too much! The last woman had nearly filled him up and he’d had no time to recover.
Now the big-hipped woman was pissing full strength and to the woman’s delight, Alex began making tiny gargling sounds of fear and submission. The pathetic noises were nearly overpowered by the sound of the full stream of pee deluging Alex’s mouth and pumping down his throat.
Finally, the woman was through. Before she got up, she bounced and rubbed over Alex’s face heavily, much squashing him in the process.
She looked up at Kara approvingly. “That’s quite a comfortable set-up. Is he toilet and television seat both?” she asked perceptively, glancing at the TV directly in front of the bench.
Kara smiled graciously. “Quite correct, Laura,” she said, pouring herself another glass of wine. She offered the bottle to Laura. “S’more?”
“Please,” Laura responded with a silent giggle. Her groin felt warm and alive. A drink would be splendid.
In quick succession, the other three women followed after Laura, each of them pissing full bladders into Alex’s helpless mouth. Last cam Kara. She was quite buzzed and vastly pleased at how the party was going.
She had wanted to impress them, make them accept her into their shadowy ranks. And she knew she had. But there was one other demonstration she had planned.
Once the last of her friends had used Alex’s face and mouth, Kara sauntered forward.
“My turn,” she announced, her eyes on fire as she stared at Alex’s red and puffing face. She knew that look by now, he was almost unconscious.
All the better, she thought as she turned around and stood over his head. She saw him looking up with his usual expression of awe and submission. Her looming ass hovered inches from his face.
“Open slave,” she commanded.
Even though Alex was certain he was going to be ill, he obediently opened his mouth.
Kara sat down. Her pussy splurged over his opened lips and she screwed her ass down heavily, ensuring his nose was wedged tightly against her anus.
She sat there, looking at the others and seeming to be a true queen. Her poise and expression were as royal as her gloriously naked body was beautiful. She squirmed slightly, a small smile curving her lips. She was queening Alex. She had learned that word. By sitting on a man’s face and rendering him helpless, the female becomes the Queen and subjugates the man to her will or whim.
And Kara had plenty of both in mind.
She could see the attention she had from the women. She could feel the darkly erotic sensations of Alex suffocating beneath her fleshy weight. She could feel the spidery threads of pleasure beginning to grow and throb in her groin.
Then she felt her piss surging from her body, the delicious release making her excitement even more intense. Fragile sounds of hopelessness came from beneath Kara’s squirming bottom as Alex weakly gargled and swallowed mouthful after mouthful of her yellow tribute.
She let it all go then; long and hard she flooded a strong stream down his throat, ignoring the jerky movements of his bound arms and legs. As the moments passed, she kept on peeing and gasped as a series of strong orgasms swept through her young, sensuous body.
She squirmed and rubbed over Alex’s face, feeling his nose penetrate her bottomhole. She could feel his helpless snuffling for breath and she laughed as she squeezed around his nostrils with her anus. She kept her anal muscle flexed and tightened, holding him securely inside her as she sat on his face.
A small part of her mind knew he was passing out. But she was climbing to another strong series of orgasms and besides, that was how she had planned it anyway.
The women stood and sat around the tableau of female dominance, some of them openly masturbating themselves as they watched the male slave slow and finally cease his futile struggling movements.
“Aaaarrrghh!” Kara screamed out in a guttural shudder of lust. The last of her piss was entering his mouth and she was cumming with nerve-shattering intensity.
The women watched in silent awe as Kara ignored the obviously unconscious and, quite possibly drowned, male slave. Her quivering hips continued their wet gyrations over his face until another minute or two had passed.
Then she quieted and, only after she had daintily swept back a loose strand of hair and taken a few breaths, finally stood up and stepped away.
Alex quivered and shook once as air seeped into his paralyzed lungs. Then he began taking slow deep breaths, still thoroughly unconscious.
The women clapped their hands in delight.
Kara saw her friends out and retired for the night. Leaving poor Alex unconscious and secured to his bench. Tomorrow, she thought, we’ll try something new. And as she trounced off to bed, her bottom glowed with warmth and she smiled deliciously imaging what would be next.
THE END?