Happy Birthday
by BC Ted

You gently grasped my cock and slowly started to rub it up and down.
"Mmmmmm," I moaned.  You were sitting cross-legged on the bed, next to
me.  I loved it when you masturbated me.

Minutes passed.  "My arm is starting to get
tired, are you close?" you asked.  Immediately, I started to wilt.
"Getting there," I said, but you could tell that suddenly I definitely
_wasn't_ 'getting there'.

"What's the problem?" you asked.  "Nothing," I replied, lying.  I knew
that you didn't really enjoy what you were doing.  You were doing it
just for my pleasure, and I appreciated it, but somehow, knowing that
it wasn't much fun for you made it less fun for me.  "You can stop, if
you want."

"No," you answered.  "I'm going to make you cum."  You reached up with
your free hand and started pinching my nipples.  My cock twitched a
bit in response.  "Hmmm, that helped a little, but I need you
*hard*," you told me.  You switched hands on my cock, but you
were quite awkward with your left hand.  It did free up your right
hand for some ball massage, though.  "Let's see if this will help,"
you said as you gently gripped my balls and squeezed and rubbed them.
"Ohhhh," I let out a breath, enjoying the feeling, but my cock was
still not getting any harder, despite your attention.

"Well," you told me, "I have one other trick up my 'sleeve'."  You
stopped touching me and got up on your knees.  Quickly, you pivoted
over my body, dropping one leg down on the other side of me.  You sat
down on my chest, facing my feet, one leg on either side of my
body.

"Oof."  You were a little heavy, considering that I hadn't been
expecting it (my eyes were closed), but I could easily handle your
weight.  "Too heavy for you?" you asked.  "Not at all," I replied,
knowing how sensitive you were about your weight.  "Good," you
answered, "I wouldn't want you to have any trouble _breathing_,
now, would I?"

At that comment, my cock gave a little twitch.  You knew about my
fantasies for breath control and my preferred method... face sitting.
Apparently, my cock knew about it, too.  "That seems to have gotten
your attention," you told me, noticing that my cock was a little
stiffer than it had been a moment before.  You resumed the gentle
rubbing.

"Are you _breathing_ okay, dear?" you asked me.  "Umm hmmmm," I
responded.  "You seem to be having a little difficulty.  Maybe I
should sit somewhere else?"

Now what did you mean by that?  Were you trying to suggest something?
You knew what I wanted, were you going to make me ask for it?  "You're
fine, but maybe you could move back a little?" I offered.

"Okay," you answered, sliding back a little, so you were more on my
upper chest.  "Got to be careful, though," you said, "wouldn't want to
slide back too far and _sit on your face_.  You'd have more
trouble _breathing_, then, wouldn't you?"  My cock twitched more
and got a little harder.  You slowed down in your rubbing, and told me
again "We wouldn't want you to _smother_, would we?  That would
be a shame, for me to slide back just a little too far," you slid back
a little further, "and accidently cover up your mouth.  You'd have to
breathe through your nose, then, wouldn't you?"

"Uhhh, yeah," I mumbled, wishing that you *would* do exactly
that.  Your ass was right below my chin, now, and I could feel your
beautiful ass cheeks.  I leaned my head forward a bit, and nuzzled a
little.  You continued your stroking, but slowed down again.  You were
now making one complete pass over my cock every ten seconds.

You slid back a little further, pressing my head back against the
bed.  Now your ass was covering my mouth, and my nose was resting in
your crack.  I couldn't breathe through my mouth any more, and there
wasn't a lot of space for an air passageway to my nose, either.  "And,
then, of course," you said, "if I happened to 'accidently' slide back
just a little further, I might cut off your breathing entirely."
Again, you did exactly that, shifting your position the inch or two
necessary to wedge my nose against your ass.  Your cheeks pinched my
nostrils shut, and my mouth could get no air, either.  "Then you might
smother, and it sure would be a shame if I didn't notice."  You
continued the slow stroking.  "You see, I'm so involved in what I'm
doing with my hand, that I could forget that you needed air."

I did need some air about then, but your ass effectively blocked my
only two sources, my mouth and nose.  I reached up and put my hands
against your butt, and lifted you slightly.  Quickly, I breathed as
soon as I could.  Of course, you couldn't help but notice me doing
this, and you told me "Hmmm, my seat suddenly isn't as comfortable as
it was a minute ago.  I'll have to fix that."  You grabbed my wrists
in each hand and pulled my hands away from your ass, settling back
down onto my face again.  You had taken advantage of the shift in
position to slide back a little further again, and now you were
planted squarely on my face.  Pulling my arms down, you hooked your
legs over them, pinning them to the bed.  "That's better, isn't that
better, dear?" you asked.  "Those naughty hands were kind of in the
way, this will keep them out of trouble."

Yeah, I thought, keep them out of trouble, and me _in_ trouble.
How in the world was I going to breathe now?  You resumed your
stroking, about once a second now, and said "Now, where was I, oh yes,
we were talking about how you couldn't cum.  Too bad for you.  I'll
just have to sit here until you can.  I hope you can cum soon,
though.  If my arm gets tired again, I'll just have to take another
break."  Still, you continued the gentle stroking, once per second.

Time passes slowly when you can't breathe.  I started to squirm under
you.  Maybe you'd notice and give me a breath or two.  I couldn't
stand it.  I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm, but I couldn't
breathe!  I was slowly smothering under your ass, while you
obliviously continued stroking my cock.  If you would stroke quickly,
I was sure I would cum immediately, but you didn't.  You maintained
your slow pace, one gentle stroke per second.  I started to buck,
trying to increase the speed myself, but you carefully didn't let me
get any extra strokes.  My lungs were starting to burn, and still I
couldn't cum.  It was agony.  I needed to _*breathe*_!

Then, suddenly, I felt myself pass the point of no return.  My orgasm
built quickly, and I squirted what must have been an ounce of cum out
and into the air.  You stopped stroking immediately and observed as my
quaking cock continued to pulse out my cum.  But you _still_
didn't move your ass!  I _still_ couldn't breathe!  My arms were
_still_ pinned under your legs, and I couldn't move you!  Five
more seconds.  Ten.  My orgasm started to subside, while my cock
continued to twitch.  Still, you sat.

Finally, "AAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I breathed as you lifted your ass off
of my face.  Greedily, I sucked air in and out.  "What's the matter?"
you asked, with a giggle.  "Were you holding your breath?"
 
This text is Copyright (c) 1998 by BC Ted.  All rights are reserved.