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Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} SEX DARE: CAN I SIT ON YOUR FACE? {Hungry Guy} (MF Mpov oral nosex stroke)
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{ASS} SEX DARE: CAN I SIT ON YOUR FACE? {Hungry Guy} (MF Mpov oral nosex 
stroke) 
BY:  Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com or hungryguy@literotica.org)

Foreword:  This is a work of fiction.  None of the people in this story are 
real.  None of these events ever happened.  This story is nothing more than 
words that came from my imagination.  Any similarity to any real people, 
places, or events is purely coincidental. 

Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have my 
permission to post my stories for public reading, provided that credit is given 
to "Hungry Guy" (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com or hungryguy@literotica.org) as the 
author, and as long as you don't make changes other than fixing typos.  Even 
beware of fixing typos, for I occasionally use local slang and dialects that 
may be flagged by your spell checker.  Thanks.

All my stories can be found on:  http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/HungryGuy/www.

    ###

    Dale was lying on his back on the sand on an isolated section of the beach 
that wasn't so crowded.  He had been going in and out of the water all day.  He 
was, at the moment, lying there with his eyes closed, lost in a daydream, when 
a shadow darkened his eyelids.

    Opening his eyes, he saw a woman standing above him next to him.

    "Hi," he said, wondering if she was about to try to sell him some cheap 
overpriced tourist trinket, or if maybe -- just maybe -- she was going to come 
on to him.

    "Hi!" she said.  "Can I sit on your face?"

    "What?" Dale asked, his voice raising an octave or two as well.

    "I'm doing a sex dare.  Can I sit on your face?  I promise I won't hurt 
you."

    Dale looked her up and down, she was slender but with curves all in the 
right places, pretty face with blue eyes and long blonde hair that contrasted 
against her deep golden tan, and an almost-sheer white bikini that left little 
to the imagination.

    "Yeah, sure," he answered, not knowing what else he could say to such an 
offer.

    She stepped over his body, straddling his chest, facing his feet, and 
squatted.  

    For a moment, her tight bikini-clad ass hovered over his face.  So close, 
he could see a few individual muff hairs sticking out from the crotch of her 
bikini bottom.  Then her ass came down onto his face, covering his nose and 
mouth. 

    He hadn't really expected her to actually sit on his face, with her full 
weight.  It felt like a padded anvil was crushing his skull.  Fortunately, his 
head rested in the soft sand as her full weight bore down on his face.  

    He could feel his nose sticking into her ass crack, separated only by the 
thin cloth of her bikini; and he could feel her pussy mound pressing down 
against his lips through the cloth.

    A moment later, he heard footsteps around him and women's voices giggling.  
Then, had he been able to expel a breath, he would have gasped when he felt her 
reach into his trunks and grab onto his dick, which immediately got hard.

    She then began to give him a hand job inside his trunks to the sounds of 
more female giggling near by. 

    She kept stroking his cock with her hand as he felt the pressure build in 
his loins.  At the same time, it was becoming more unpleasant to hold his 
breath with her ass bearing down upon his mouth and nose.  Not wanting to spoil 
the moment, he endured the pain as she stroked him ever closer to climax.  Her 
skilled hand slid up and down his cock, as her thumb stroked the spot where his 
cockhead met the shaft.

    The moments passed and his lungs were screaming for air, but he was almost 
there...  Almost there...  

    Then he came.  He exploded into his trunks, and into her hand, as he 
squirted wad after wad.  As he came, he heard the familiar _click-buzzzz_ sound 
of a camera. 

    Finally spent and near suffocation, she slid backward off his face 
revealing a bevy of bathing beauties at his feet -- all equally gorgeous and 
scantily clad.  With her sitting on the sand with her muff pressed against the 
top of his head, she rested her legs on his shoulders, squeezing his head 
between her thighs.  The woman holding the camera continued to snap photographs 
as they all giggled in unison.

    It was a great view, while it lasted, looking up her belly between her 
boobs, onto her chin, as she sat there with his head between her thighs.  After 
a moment, she stood and joined her friends and started to walk away.

    "Wait!" Dale called out. 

    They all turned to look back at him, giggling.

    To her, Dale said, "I don't know your name.  Or your number."

    "And that's the way it's going to stay," she answered.

    Dan sat there a good long time as they walked away in a frenzy of giggling.  

    He waited until they disappeared, then took another swim to cool off and 
wash the sticky cum out of his shorts. 

    - END -

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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