The Face Seat

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Description

by Maxwell Crush

Mrs Abdul was David’s landlady, and the object of his fantasies. He had always wanted a woman to sit on his face, and despite being nearly twice his age Mrs Abdul’s heavy, rounded body was the perfect shape for such activities.

Little did David know that Mrs Abdul had desires that coincided exactly with his own, nor that she already held her husband, bound and restrained, a prisoner to her facesitting desires. The invitation to take his place was as unexpected as it was exciting, and yet David really had no idea of just how intense, or how permanent, his position under her would be.

** WARNING: this book contains explicit Femdom and facesitting action.

Published: 06 / 2009
No. words: 20000
Style: BDSM/Bondage – Content: Moderate – Fem Dom – F/M, Bondage/BDSM Fetishes, Bondage/BDSM Fantasy

EX3t

David had never been to any region that experienced earthquakes, but for him, the motion that he now experienced was what he imagined would be felt by those faced with such a natural disaster. The only redeeming feature was that he did not have to look at the gyrating ceiling. His vision was filled with greying oppression, for it was not exactly pitch black as the buttocks atop his face bounced rhythmically with the motion of the spinning and bucking seatmount.

At such times and during such motion, Mrs Abdul liked to keep her bottom planted firmly on the face beneath her, and she was expert in doing so. She did not allow the machine to have the upper hand as she ground down, pressing her heavy, moist and scented nether regions into every crevice and feature of the squashed face. Gravity as well as the motion assisted her in her task. She still gave the odd lift from the face, but only very slightly. She had learned that to go with the machine was better. She was mistress of the motion, so that the face beneath her absorbed all the impact of the gyrations; of the bucking, of the sheer squashing and pummelling process.

All David could see from time to time was a three-second vision of perfectly shaped buttocks as they lifted briefly from his face to give him the chance to breathe. They were magnificence itself. The material of her panties had now been forced well into her rear, cavernous, and most dark crevice as again and again she raised from the perspiring face beneath her. Yet, it was only ever for the all too brief three second period, and then BANG! Down came her bottom again for a further twenty-four seconds as her torso-breaking thighs gripped the sides of the spinning machine with immense strength. What was left of David’s nose was forced well into her bottom, and now strained against the very thin barrier of her highly scented knickers. And still the flesh of her thumping buttocks bore down as if to obliterated completely the face beneath her. She could have sworn that she heard David groaning, but she could not be certain of anything she heard against the noise of the machine and her heavy panting as well as the hard slapping of her buttock-flesh against the tortured face beneath her.