ralf and the bbw escort please someone help

[sissybuttsniffer]

please i was hoping maybe someone could right more to this story
it was very good and i wish i t also could have involved a lot of farting that would have been great

[dolphin20pl1]

It's something I've been meaning to get round to doing, I haven't had a great deal of time what with one thing or another but I've never considered this story finished. I'll write more when I have the time...

Thanks also for the interest & comment...

[fionabrown]

Here's the beginning again...
Voila...
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Ralph and the BBW escort

As soon as he arrived he knew he should turn back. The block was dingy and looked dirty. But this was the
place - no. 8, buzzer 7.

Ralph had never had a girlfriend. He had always fantasised about big women, and facesitting. Now he had
reached university, and had moved out from his parents home, to a new town.

It had taken him 2 days to pluck up the courage. The ad was in the paper, with all the other hundreds of
escorts: all it said was "44DD mature dom" and quoted a telephone number. When he saw it his heart
pounded. Eventually he plucked up the courage to call it and a gruff voice answered the phone.

"I saw your ad" announced Ralph, trying to sound confident. A coarse voice said "Marie is 35 and 48DD. Open
until 10pm". "Will you sit on my face" he asked timidly? "Sure" said the voice. "How much will it cost?" he
asked. "£100" said the voice. "Would you do 30 mins for £60" he asked. The voice replied finally: "sure". He
paused for a second and asked - Now? "Sure" came the reply, along with the address.

Shaking he grabbed all his cash and wandered to the address. It looked shabby. The whole area was scary.

He pressed the buzzer. The door buzzed in reply and - with shaking legs - he walked in and up the stairs until
he saw number 7.

The door opened, revealing Marie. Ralph was surprised - she was only wearing a towel. She did have huge
saggy breasts, but her skin was wrinkled and coarse looking. There was no way she was 35 - more like 55 he
thought.

She turned round, and he followed her in, transfixed by the huge ass. What the hell, why not go through with
it, he thought.

She turned to him and stuck out her hand - he pulled out the money and gave it to her. "In there" she pointed
at a door and walked away.

Shaking, he walked in. He was about to live his greatest fantasy, having a big woman sitting on his face. He
put out of his mind the smell in the place, the darkness and seediness. All he could think about was her size -
she was a big woman.

In the room there was a chair and a bed. He sat on the floor in front of the chair. That was his biggest
fantasy. He wanted to be tied down to the chair and sat on like he was nothing.

The woman came back in, and he told her what he wanted. He wanted her to sit on his face for the whole
time, and not allow him to speak. He wanted to be her chair. "Sure" she said, not looking as if she was much
interested.

He tried to sound confident and she reached down some belts from an old wooden wardrobe by the wall. She
tied his wrists together behind him, and then his ankles. Then she left.

Ralph waited for several minutes, feeling like he was being conned. He could hear sounds from other rooms -
was she entertaining someone else on his money?

Then he heard footsteps and she came back in. She stood in front of him and let the towel drop. Seeing those
huge buttocks gave Ralph a shock. He knew they would engulf his whole head.

Then she slowly sat back. Ralph felt the pressure increase gradually. She was sweaty and he could smell her
aroma. Did she not shower first?

Her buttocks spread around his face as it was pushed deeper in between their softness. In fact, Ralph was
surprised as she began to lean back how firm they were. His eyes were pressed closed by her skin, which he
hadn't envisaged. She had control over his facial muscles already.

The big shock was how much that weight was beginning to crush him. He didn't realise that she was using her
arms to hold herself up on the arms of the chair.

The buttocks moved slowly but unyieldingly around his face further. He felt his features being pressed tight
against her hole now - the sweat was sticky and hot. She had sat back enough so that his chin stuck out
under he and he could breathe.

And then POW! Ralph had thought that she was sitting on him fully. He had not expected the weight to be
immense and so far it wasnt. It hadnt occurred to him just how heavy a big 'mature' 55 year old could be.
Until she let go of the armrests.

Although she only sank an inch or two - it felt like nothing to her, except a tightening of the feeling of her
buttocks around the little runt's face - to Ralph the change was immeasurable.

It had gone from his enjoyable fetish to a crushing hell. He didn't consider how lucky he was to be able to
breathe - this was all new to him. But her huge weight was not compressing him into the seat cushion. It was
only a little cushion, and the back of his head was crushed against the wooden base of the chair. Under her
weight, the cushion at that point was also compressed from 10 inches to only a millimeter or two.

The whole of the pressure was concentrated on his face. Her buttocks were spread around him, enveloping
him in a sticky sweaty prison.

It all amazed and shocked him. There was total surrounding, crushing and compressing pressure. He was
bound and unable to move. But it was too much.

"Mist..." he started to say. But - as per his instructions - those legs closed. The thighs pressed together.
Their fat spread and squashed down, smothering him. She stretched her legs out, increasing the pressure all
over. Now he couldn't breathe. He couldn't move at all. This was awful.

He had to escape. But how does one escape from under a huge, fat, old woman who is contentedly sitting on
your face. Especially when you are tied together. And particularly when not only does she not care one way
or other but she also has explicit instructions to stop all speech.

She opened her legs apart and sat back again. The pressure remained, but Ralph gasped for air. He wanted
her to get the message. "Plea..." again, the thighs snapped shut. This time he felt her heels against the side
of his balls. She began to crush.

The effort she was exerting was minimal. This was really nothing to her. In fact, it made a welcome change.
She decided she would give this little twerp his full half hour instead of finishing early. Maybe even relax a bit
longer?

She opened her thighs again after a minute. Ralph's balls ached, his head felt pulverised, but he could breathe.
The air was not fresh, but he could breathe.

He had to escape. "Mercy...." he almost said it, but again those thighs closed. He felt a heavy bounce on his
face, and then those feet closed hard around his balls this time as she crushed he feet together. He couldn't
scream in pain as those fat thighs had sealed his mouth. To give him the message, she smothered him like
this, and crushed his balls hard, until she felt him really start to struggle. Then she opened her legs, and was
greeted by those gasps.

"Shut up" she announced. How come he wasn't getting the message? His own message? She knew that he
didn't really want to go on, but she was actually enjoying it now. It was about time she got her own back on
one of these stupid students.

She sat back again and relaxed, not expecting to hear another sound. Ralph finally did get the message.

He was in hell, in a sweaty crushing prison. The fat whore was sitting back on his face, her legs stretched
out. Her full weight concentrated on his head. The powerful compression continued unabated.

He couldn't move a muscle. Occasionally, the phone rang. The first time he thought that he would be
reprieved. Sadly for him, she leaned to the side. Her left buttock mashed down onto his face hard, and as she
leaned to reach the phone, her right buttock gently unpeeled itself from his face, as if the sweat had been an
adhesive to join them together.

Ralph had to listen to her next few bookings from underneath. Just in case, she sealed her thighs together and
held him in that crushing smothering prison until the end of the phonecall.

Its amazing how slowly time passes when you are trapped like this, thought Ralph. He continually hoped it
would all be over, that he would have a reprieve.

His big mistress was having too good a time to release him. It was a welcome chance of a break for an hour or
two. There was no need to get up. That face, secured so deeply between her mighty buttocks, kept her
amused. She relaxed.