Gag and Facesit Story
by BC Ted

"Hmmm," you hmmmed.  "I'm not too sure about this."

You were holding a strange collection of leather straps that I had
suggested we buy.  The straps were designed in such a way as to fit
around a person's head.  Specifically, my head.  Attached to them were
some latex pieces.  A small dildo, about five inches (10 cm) long,
protruded from the straps at one point.  Opposite the dildo, a soft
rubber ball was attached.  With a little visualization, you could see
that when the straps were fastened, the ball would fit in the wearer's
mouth, while the dildo would protrude outward, over the mouth.  The
straps would hold everything firmly in place.

"Well, if you don't want to try it, we don't have to," I answered.

"I'm just not so hot on the gag," you said.  "The pictures you
downloaded from the net didn't show a gag.  You know how I feel about
that sort of thing."

"But that's just for me to hold on to so it doesn't move around," I
replied, desperately.  I knew that you didn't like to sit on me for
very long because, as you said, it got you too hot.  You would let me
lick you for a few seconds, but then would move to my cock and ride me
to orgasm.  I hoped that with the dildo, you would be in less of a
hurry to get off of my face.  Also, due to the short length of the
dildo, you would be more likely to press hard against my face, which
would be a lot more effective at smothering me.

"Why don't you try it on.  Let's see how it looks."  I eagerly took it
from your hands.  Gently, I spread it out, trying to figure out
exactly how it would fit.  I slipped it over my head, positioning the
gag in my mouth, and fumbling with the straps.  "Let me," you told me,
turning me away from you so you could reach the buckles.  You
carefully pulled each strap tight, fastening them with the buckles.
"Okay, let's see it."

"Mmmell, uuuat ooo ooo ink?" I mumbled, against the gag.

You giggled.  I love your giggle.  "That just looks rediculous," you
said.  I didn't like that.  I had been hoping that you would like how
it looked.  "Okay," you said, lying back and spreading your legs, "get
to work, let's see what it's like."  Double darn, I had hoped you
would sit on my face, not have me pleasure you like this.

Still, anything was better than nothing, and the night was young.  I
positioned myself between your legs and started nuzzling you with the
dildo.  You were starting to get wet, and I was enjoying the smell of
you.  I love the way you smell, especially when you get excited.
"Stick it in," you commanded.  Who was I to refuse?  I gently pushed
the dildo into your lovely pussy.  "Mmmmmmmm," you moaned, "that feels
nice. Push it in farther, please."

I pushed against your crotch, until my nose was right up against your
bush.  You started to squeeze my head with your legs.  As your thighs
closed, my hearing was muffled, but I could still hear you ask "more,
deeper."  Unfortunately, I couldn't get any leverage to push in any
further.  You realized my predicament, and released my head from
between your lovely thighs.  "Lie down, I want to sit on you," you
told me.  I didn't need to be told twice.  Quickly, I laid down on my
back.  You turned around (so you were facing my feet) and straddled my
head.  Carefully, you grasped the dildo protruding from my mouth and
slipped it into your moist opening.  I had a fabulous view of your
ass, for a few moments, and then my vision was cut off as your cheeks
landed on my face.

I quickly began to see the error in my choice of a short dildo.  My
nose was pushed tightly into the crack of your ass, and your ass
cheeks pressed tightly against my face.  Not only could I not see what
was going on (one of the reasons I wanted this face dildo in the first
place), but I couldn't breathe, either.  I had figured that, sure, the
short dildo would result in some good smothering, but I hadn't
realized just how good the smothering would be.  I had thought (silly
me) that I would be able to breathe a little bit.  I had planned that
you would face towards me and my nose, while being pressed against
your bush, would still be able to get some air.  I had also planned
that you would fuck the dildo, rising up and down, and that while you
were up, I could breathe.  I hadn't planned on the fact that you
seemed to just enjoy the "filled" feeling.  Nor had I planned that you
would press down harder and harder, attempting to get the dildo a
little further in.

Luckily, I thought, I wasn't tied up.  I reached up to try and lift
you a little bit, knowing that I could get some air that way.
Surprise, with the way you were kneeling across my shoulders, I
couldn't seem to get any leverage.  A little squirming (okay, a lot of
squirming) resulted in me managing to get my hands on your butt
cheeks, and I started trying to "lift and separate" them.  Hmm, you
were heavier than I thought.  Each time I managed to lift you a bit, I
also pulled your cheeks further apart.  Then, as my hands slipped or I lost
my grip, they would close again, even tighter, around my nose.  This is bad,
I'm rapidly running out of air, I thought to myself.  "MMMMmmmmm," I
moaned into the gag, hoping you'ld get the idea that a little air
would be a good investment for my future.

You lifted up slightly, and I breathed frantically through my nose, in
and out, blowing on your ass.  Suddenly, you settled down again.
Again, I couldn't breathe.  Again, I tried lifting you.  Again, I only
succeeded in helping you smother me further.  You lifted up slowly,
just an inch or so, and then settled down again.  Up, down, up, down.
You seemed to spend more time down than up, I noticed.  Then you
increased your rythym.  You were moving quickly, and your juices were
dripping down, getting in my nose and eyes.  My breathing was
punctuated by your movements, breathing out on one stroke, in on the
next.  I could tell you were getting close to an orgasm.

Bad luck for me, your orgasm started when my lungs were empty.  I had
just exhaled when you pushed down and stopped.  You squeezed with your
legs, but you were not moving up again.  I knew that I could hold my
breath for fourty to fifty seconds, but only with full lungs.  I could
feel you quivering, shaking, as the orgasm consumed you.  I felt
pretty consumed myself.  My lungs were burning.  I tried as hard as I
could to lift you, and failed.  I could feel myself starting to pass
out.  Then, you were finished.  You lifted an inch and I could breathe
again.  I inhaled and the air tasted so sweet.  I had never tasted
anything that good (aside from your own juices, of course).  Slowly,
you slid off of me.  The dildo came out of you with a little "schloop"
sound.  "Oh, my," you said, "that was wonderful.  Can we do it again?"

Weakly, I nodded.

This text is Copyright (c) 1998 by BC Ted.  All rights are reserved.
