"I betcha," she said to me, "that I can make you beg."

"No way," I replied.  "I don't beg.  I can take anything you can dish out."

"I betcha you'll beg before I'm ready to quit."  She was talking about
facesitting.  One of my strongest fantasies was to have my face sat on,
to be smothered under her ass and pussy.  She always received so much 
stimulation from my tongue, however, that she could never stand to sit
for more than ten or fifteen seconds at a time.  Now here she was, telling me,
_betting_ me, that I would beg for her to stop before she was ready to quit on
her own.  No way.

"Just what," I asked, "are you willing to bet?"

She got a thoughtful look on her face, and said "When I win..."

"_If_ you win you mean."

"Okay, 'if' I win (and I know I will), you have to clean the bathrooms and mop
the kitchen every night for a month.

"And when _I_ win?" I asked.  "What do I get?"

"*If* you win, I'll give you that hard spanking you've been wanting.  Fifty
swats with my wooden spoon _and_ fifty with my hand."

Wow, I'd been after her for a really hard spanking for a long time.  We'd
tried it a couple of times before, but she'd never really gotten into it so
I'd quit asking.  She must really think she can win.  "You're on!"

"Okay, I'll see you tonight, and we'll see just who begs."

The time had arrived.  She was standing next to the bed, nude, looking at my
supine body.  "Are you ready to beg?" she asked.

"I'm ready for you," I answered, "but I'm not begging."  Slowly she climbed
onto the bed.  Without a word, she swung her leg over my body, facing my feet.
Her lovely ass was above my chest as she positioned her feet on either side of
my head.  She grabbed each of my wrists with her hands, and held them tightly
at my sides, pressed down to the bed.

Slowly, she lowered her ass towards my face.  I licked my lips in
anticipation.  I watched her ass coming closer, closer.  I could smell her
pussy.  I was sure it was almost dripping, she was so wet.  She had lowered
herself until she was only an inch away from my face.  I looked at the creamy
flesh of her butt as it hovered over me.

I sniffed greedily, sucking in the wonderful smells... her juicy womanhood and
her musky ass.  All that remained to make the experience complete was for her
to descend that final inch, planting her pussy on my mouth and forcing my nose
into the crack of her ass.

"Do you want it?" she asked in a husky voice.  "Do you want me to _sit on your
face_?"

"Oh, yesss," I breathed.  "Please sit on my face."

"What was that?  You want me to do something?"  She dropped down another half
inch.  Barely touching my nose, she asked again, "What do you want?  Hmmmm?"

"Oh, please," I begged, "please sit on my face.  Smother me.  Force my nose up
your ass.  Now, please, do it now!"

She lifted up again, shifting position, and sat back, above my head.  My head
was between her thighs as she looked down into my eyes.  "That sounded like
'begging' to me.  Guess I win the bet!  I said you'd beg before I was ready to
stop, and here you're begging before I can even start."

"Noooo!"
