Tonight
by BC Ted

"I'm going to sit on your face tonight."

That's what she said.  I'm sure that was it.  We were just walking
through the aisle at Wal-Mart.  She stopped at a display, picked
up an item, turned to me as if she were going to ask my opinion,
and those words came out of her mouth.  She said it so matter-of-factly,
as if she were saying "This is cute," or "I like this one."  But
no, I'm pretty sure she said she was going to sit on my face.
Tonight.

We finished shopping, but I was unable to ask if she was just joking
or not... there were too many people around.  Finally, we were in
the car.  As I started the engine, I turned to her and asked, "What
was that?  About sitting on my face?"

"Oh yes," she replied, "tonight I'm going to sit on your face."

"What brought this on?" I asked.  She knew about my fetish.  We had
talked about it before.  She had not been interested, so I hadn't
pressed the issue.  I'd mention it from time to time, but her
response had always been neutral to negative.

"I guess you've been a good boy for the past few weeks, so I figured
I'd give you what you wanted so much.  I know how much you want
it... you're getting hard just sitting there thinking about it."

She was right, I had developed a bit of a hard-on just thinking
about it.  "So what," I asked, "exactly did you have in mind?"

"Well," she answered, with a slight smile curling the corners of
her mouth, "I hadn't really thought that far ahead.  I guess I'll
start by having you strip.  I'll be wearing my panties, of course.
Then you can lie down on your back.  I'll stand over your head, and
then kneel across your upper arms, facing your feet.  Then I'll
lower myself down onto your face.  If I aim correctly, my pussy
will land on your mouth, and my ass will cover your eyes.  Your
nose should go right in my butt crack.  Of course, you might have
a little trouble breathing.  Would that be a problem?"

"Um, I think I could handle it."  Handle it?  That had been one of
my most intense fantasies for years.

"Are you sure?  I wouldn't want you to SMOTHER under there.  After
all, I'm sure your nose will be pinched closed by my butt.  And no
matter how wide you try to open your mouth, my pussy will be covering
it.  I'm worried you'll SMOTHER."  I could feel my cock twitch,
each time she said the word "smother."  That was my fantasy... not
just to have her sit on my face, but to be smothered.

"I'm sure I could push you off if I really needed the air," I told
her.

"Oh, no," she replied.  "I could never allow that.  I'll have to
keep your hands and legs 'controlled,' after all.  You know how
you've accidently hurt me before just when I tickle you.  I couldn't
take a chance on that.  I'll just have to tie you down.  I'll have
to tie your hands behind your back, first, and tie your feet and
legs together.  So you see, you wont have a chance to escape.  You'll
just have to lie there and SMOTHER.  You wont be able to breathe,
until I let you.  And I might not let you, breathe, very often.
Especially if it feels good.  I'll just be sitting there, watching
you struggle."

By this time, I was nearly unable to control myself.  My cock was
twitching in my shorts, and I was sure I was almost ready to explode.
This fact, of course, did not go unnoticed.  I realized she was
staring at my crotch.  "Wow," she said, "I didn't know it would
have that much of an effect.  And I haven't even done anything,
yet.  Now you just calm down, there, and save that for tonight.
After I sit on your face."
 
This text is Copyright (c) 1998 by BC Ted.  All rights are reserved.
