Mrs. 'Ted' Hi, everyone. I've never posted before, but you might feel like you know me. I understand that my little hubby, BC, posts his fantasy stories here sometimes. He was a little embarrassed when I caught him writing another of his little stories the other night. I guess he'll post it here when he gets it done. Now, I don't really get a lot out of all that face sitting and smothering stuff, but I understand how he likes it... you might even say he 'craves' it. So I'm going to tell you all about the last time I did it for him. So, we were laying there in bed, kind of cuddling, when he asked me to smother him. Now, usually, I get a little upset when he does this. He knows how I feel about it, and I'll do it when I want to, but I hate to be pressured into doing things. You know what I mean. So when he said it, I kind of got a little mad. I looked him in the eye, and asked him if that was what he really wanted. He said yes, he really wanted it bad. I told him to lie down on his back, and to scootch towards the foot of the bed a little, then I climbed up on his chest, kneeling with my knees right in his armpits. I asked him again, if he was SURE that he wanted me to do it. He wanted it so bad, he was actually shaking. Now, I have to tell you, that when I usually sit on his face, I'm nude, so he can lick my pussy while he's down there. But this time, I hadn't taken off my panties and I wasn't about to. I kind of sat back on his chest, so I could lift my knees up and scoot them forwards. I have to say that I'm a little heavy, about 220 pounds (comes from having four children, you know), and I was kind of compressing his chest with my weight, so it was hard for him to take in a breath. As I brought my legs down over his shoulders, I took the weight back off his chest and he could breathe again. So now I was kind of holding myself over his face, letting him see my crotch and my tight satin panties covering my pussy. I asked him one more time if he REALLY wanted me to smother him. I could barely hear his answer, but it was something like yes, please. I let myself down slightly, so I was barely touching him. His nose was nestled into my muff, and I could feel his hot breath on my crotch. Slowly, I increased the pressure, letting my weight go from my knees to his face. It didn't take much to block his mouth entirely, and he had to breathe through his nose, which was pressed into my muff. I could tell it was hard for him, but I didn't care. It was time to make him pay. "Are you smothering?" I asked. He made a kind of mmmphhing noise, but I could still hear and feel him breathing through his nose. I pushed forwards, just a bit, and his breathing stopped. He just laid there for a few moments, probably no more than ten or fifteen seconds, and I think he was actually enjoying himself. But then, he started to run out of air. First, I felt him kind of wiggle a bit. Like he was just trying to pull away from me. I was ready for that, though, and kept up the pressure, keeping his nose tightly pressed against me. A few more seconds went by, and he started trying to turn his head to the side. I quickly grabbed his hair, holding his head face up and pulling him in even tighter. After a few more seconds, he started to struggle harder, reaching up with his hands, trying to pull against my thighs. Of course, there was no way he could move me like that. He just couldn't get any leverage. That didn't stop him from trying, though, as he grabbed frantically at my thighs. Next, he moved his hands around towards my butt. I think he was going to try to push me forwards, since he wasn't able to pull me back. My feet were kind of hooked over his shoulders, and he really couldn't get his arms around in front of his body, so he couldn't get any leverage that way, either. His hands came around again, and he started pulling and hitting at my thighs again. He was thrashing his whole body around, now, trying anything to break the seal over his mouth and nose. He finally managed to lever me up off his mouth by twisting his legs out to the side and pushing his top half around. He didn't get me up very much, but enough to break the seal over his mouth just slightly. He gasped rapidly against my pussy, heaving his chest trying to get as much air as possible. After a few seconds, though, his legs must have been getting tired, because I felt myself drop down into contact with his face again. The sounds of his frantic breathing stopped again as my pussy pressed back down onto his mouth. I heard a muffled mmphing sound, as he struggled to lift me again. He managed to break the seal again a few times, but couldn't keep me off his face for very long (he must have been getting very tired by this time). As he struggled to lift me, I heard him gasp out "... no ... mmmph ... more ... mmph ... can't ... mmmmph ... air ... mmmph ...." Now, I have to say that by this time, I was starting to feel a little sorry for him. But as I thought about releasing him, I remembered how I feel each time he asks me to smother him, or promises to do something for me if I'll just sit on his face, or makes a bet with me about something where his prize is "twenty minutes." And thinking about that just made me more committed to sticking it out just a few more seconds. I noticed that his muffled attempts to talk had stopped. When he was able to lift or shift me, which was less and less frequently and for shorter periods each time, he was just gasping for air, trying to keep breathing. Okay, I'm a softy. I let go of his hair and swung my leg over, getting off of his face. He was just lying there, gasping, panting, trying to catch his breath. I leaned over and asked him if he wanted me to smother him again. He looked at me, kind of glassy eyed, and gasped out "... maybe later." The man is just incurable! Anyway, I hope you all liked that. You probably wont see much from me, but I might check in from time to time. "C" Ted