College

Archive name: College Smother.HTM (F/F, Facesitting, Humiliation)

Authors name: SmotherFan ([email protected])

Story title: College Smother

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In my first year at college I stayed in the halls of residence that was the normal practice for freshers. In the second year I had to find myself rooms, this wasn’t as easy as it sounded. I wasn’t exactly flush with dollar bills and the better rooms demanded plenty. I was just beginning to get desperate; the college had a few flats set aside but they were in a very rough part of town and were strictly a last resort, so I left a message on the bulletin board run off the college’s computer network.

A few days later, just when I was resigned to accepting the college’s offer, I received an email. It was from someone calling herself Arabella Thompson. She claimed that she was a postgraduate student who through circumstances needed a flat mate. She gave an address that reeked of money. I was hooked even before I’d seen my room or read the conditions.

We arranged to meet in a local wine bar. Arabella said it would make for a more informal meeting in comfortable surroundings. She said she’d be at the window table and would be wearing a business suit.

Arabella was already there when I arrived, and as promised she was in the window seat and was wearing a dark blue business suit with trousers instead of a skirt. As I walked towards her Arabella stood up. She was blonde, tall and statuesque. I gaped, she had to be ten kilo’s heavier than me and several inches taller, because of her height she didn’t look heavy, but she did look very impressive, powerful and intimidating

Despite impressions, Arabella proved to be charming, cultured and funny. She had a husky voice that was almost sexual in tone, a way of laughing that suggested things best left unsaid. I didn’t exactly fall in love, but any reservations I had about the arrangement had long since dissipated when she suggested we finish the evening with her showing me around the flat. It was still early, barely eight thirty, and I had no problems of going off into the early evening with a complete stranger.

“It’s only a few blocks away.” Arabella said in that smoky, husky voice as we left. “Do you have a car?”

I shook my head; I couldn’t afford to run a car. I travelled everywhere by bus.

Arabella’s apartment was in the Riverside Complex, a large renovated group of old industry building overlooking the river. Once the river had carried sea born commerce right into the heart of the town, now only pleasure craft used the moorings. The Carlton was expensive, way too expensive for any student, post graduate or not, to afford.

My opinion hadn’t altered by the time that Arabella had shown me the apartment. To begin with, it was huge; the lounge was the size of rooms in TV soaps, likewise the kitchen, there were only two bedrooms, Arabella’s was massive, what would be mine was only small in comparison to hers. At home I had shared a smaller room with my kid sister; this was luxury.

We ended up in the lounge, Arabella on the couch, me, rather stiffly, on one of the easy chairs. Up to now Arabella had done most of the talking, she seemed to like an audience, and I was making a very good one.

“I don’t have many house rules.” She began by saying. “The usual one’s about bringing men home, do you have a boyfriend?”

“No!” I hadn’t had a boyfriend for months. It wasn’t that I was ugly or that my breath smelt. I was just shy and found parties a real pain. When I had had a boyfriend they usually hadn’t lasted.

“Are you a party animal?” Arabella asked me next.

“Not really, I’m just a small town girl here to study.” I smile weakly.

“Nothing wrong with wanting a good degree, it opens doors.” Arabella had curled her legs up beneath her. “So no one special in your life?”

“No!” I admitted.

“Then I think we’ll be perfect for each other.” Arabella suddenly stood up.

I had realised that I knew next to nothing about her beyond her name. I had no idea what she was studying, how she could afford this place. We hadn’t even talked about my rent. I said as much.

Arabella crossed the room towards me. “Stand up?” she’d taken off her shoe’s, which I’d noticed had high three-inch heels. I stood up, now deprived of the added height the heels gave her; Arabella was only a couple of inches taller than me. “I think we can come to an arrangement over how you earn your keep.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“This to start with!”

One instant I was standing facing Arabella the next I was on my back with her standing over me. “I should have said that my last flat mate escaped last week. I have no idea where she is, but I do need a replacement and you seem perfect, you just have to pass the audition.” Slowly Arabella sank down until she was sitting on my stomach. I had been to dumbstruck to move and now I had sixty kilo’s on woman sitting on me.

“Let me up!” I gasped.

“Say please!”

“Please let me up.”

“No!” Arabella laughed harshly. Leisurely Arabella shed her jacket, casting it across the room, beneath the jacket She was wearing short-sleeved silk blouse with pearl buttons. It was stupid to notice such things, but I did all the same. Now with a deliberate slowness Arabella unfasten each single button.

“What are you doing?” I asked. It hurt having Arabella sitting on my stomach and it made breathing difficult. I couldn’t take a deep breath with her ass pushing the air from my body.

“Undressing.” Arabella answered coolly. She finished with the last of the pearl buttons and slipped the garment of her shoulders. She was wearing a low cut bra that pushed her breasts up, swelling them with its pressure. She looked fit, toned, as if she worked out regularly.

“Undressing?” I repeated stupidly. I still couldn’t get my head around the fact that a woman I barely knew was sitting half naked on me.

“How else can you pass the audition?” She smiled unpleasantly. She inched forwards. I was slowly recovering from the shock and started to fight back. It wasn’t easy. Arabella was heavier than I was and now she had the advantage of leverage. We struggled in almost silence, only our laboured breath and occasional grunt punctuated the stillness, then Arabella sat up only to slam her rear down into my stomach. The breath left me with a whoosh, before I had chance to recover she did it again. “This should keep you occupied.” Arabella smiled grimly.

She stood up. I rolled into a ball, gasping and retching. She had really hurt me. I had never been a great physical hero. Now Arabella had hurt me and I was scared.

“Don’t panic.” Arabella laughed softly. She unzipped her trousers and stepped out of them. “I’ll soon be back with you.”

“No!” I tried to rally and get to my feet but Arabella was on me before I really had a chance. She forced me down, this time pinning my arms beneath her knees. I tried to struggle but Arabella had every advantage, height, weight, leverage, and strength. All I did was exhaust myself. As the fight drained from me so Arabella settled across my neck, so that her crotch rested on my chin, a few centimetres from my mouth and nose. I stared in the crotch of her black silk panties, her woman’s scent drifting across the narrow gulf. I tried to struggle again, but now she had me pinned.

“Resistance is useless.” She laughed. “Still I knew that you’ll fight, they always do at first. I suppose that you have to fight, just to salve your conscience.”

“Just let me up.” I gasped. “Let me go. We can forget any of this ever happened.”

“Of course. You’ll just forget that I pinned you, stripped down to my underwear, almost sat on your face. No! You’ll blab, if not tomorrow then sooner or later. I have a certain reputation to maintain, so you have to become my flatmate.” Arabella was gloating, but beneath her attitude her words struck home. She couldn’t just let me go. I’d report her to the police for rape or something.

“Flatmate?”

“Well more my servant or slave.” Arabella smiled.

“No .. Nev…” My cries of protest were snuffed out when Arabella squashed down on my face. I struggled again, but it was useless. Arabella beat me down, pinning me beneath her, drowning me in her stink. Intently she stared into my face. As I started to struggle for breathe Arabella started to taunt me.

“Hard to breath?” She smiled. “It’s going to get worst!” She lifted her ass off my face just long enough for me to breath and then once more she smothered me. “You will learn to be a good little cunt sucking slut. You will be my slut, keeping the apartment clean, cooking my meals and you learn how to really please me!” She paused long enough to let me breath. “You don’t even have to do anything, watch and learn.”

Arabella shifted her position until she had my nose buried into her crotch. Then slowly she began to rub herself against me. I gasped for breath and from shock. Arabella was using me to bring herself off!

She was moving quicker, moaning softly to herself. The crotch of her black knickers was getting wetter and wetter, her scent stronger and stronger and I knew that she was going to climax.

Arabella looked down at me. The sexual pleasure she was experiencing was written all over her face. “It’s … about … to happen.” She grunted.

I couldn’t help but watch. It was intoxicating, humiliating but ultimately desperately sexy. I hadn’t thought that I could get excited but the look of sexual pleasure that was gripping Arabella’s face was proving a stimulant. I could feel myself slowly beginning to lubricate so that as Arabella moved across me then I also began to sway.

Arabella must have realised, as she suddenly cried out. “Dirty cow.” Then collapsed as her orgasm hit, sending tremors through her body and into mine. I didn’t come, but I knew that I could have and that the next time I’d be ready.

Arabella slumped forwards so that her ass was off my face. I gasped for breath as I stared at the sopping crotch of her panties; the smell was even more intense.

Slowly Arabella moved off me and then I felt her finger brush against my own slit. I groaned, even though I hated myself, I reacted to even the slightest of her touches.

“I thought so.” She gasped. “This turns you on.” She straddled me again. This time she was facing down my body and she rested her ass against my nose and the wriggled backwards until it was jammed between her ass cheeks. “Smell me?” She laughed softly.

I couldn’t fail to, but this wasn’t the hot, slick smell of her pussy, this was drier, more acrid. I smelt Arabella’s ass. I think that I might just have fought back but then she touched me again.

I groaned, the noise muffled by her crotch, but I moaned all the same and my body jerked back against her fingers.

“You like that, don’t you.” Arabella crowed again. She wasn’t looking for an answer, which was a good job. She kept on touching me, extracting a response so easily that even my most fervent protests would have sounded hollow.

I was almost ready to climax when she stopped and I groaned my frustration into her crotch.

“Really need that, don’t you?” This time when Arabella asked the question she was no longer smothering me. She was kneeling besides me. “Well here’s the deal. You please me and I’ll finish you off.”

“I’m not a lesbian.” I managed to gasp.

“Neither am I.” Arabella laughed. “I could never fancy another woman, but I can enslave one and I can reward a slave.” She stood up longer enough to step out of her panties and then once more she straddled me, again facing down my body, she leant forwards so that I could see the open maw of her sex, the dark fringe of her pubic forest. “Suck on me?” She demanded. A finger touched me between the legs, it was like an electric shock, one designed to obtain my obedience, which it did.

I raised my head and pushed against that open sopping cunt and then I sucked and licked on her like I’d done it all my life.

Each time I slowed Arabella would touch me again and that electric current would drive me to bury myself between her legs.

Slowly Arabella raised herself until she was almost back to her position above my face. I didn’t stop my worship of her cunt, even when her juices ran down my chin. I had only one object in mind, to bring Arabella to a climax.

“Very good.” Arabella laughed as she stood over my prone body. “Was that your first time?”

“Yes!” I grunted. I was horny and I wanted her to touch me again.

“Even better, with more practise you’ll become an expert.” She was standing over me, now naked. “You should get undressed. I want to see your body.” She stepped over me and walked towards what I knew was here bedroom. “In here, now.”

I got to my feet to find that my neck and back ached and that my legs wobbled beneath me. In Arabella’s bedroom I shamelessly undressed, not caring for one moment what this woman had made me do to her.

“I think that from now on you will always address me as Mistress, unless we are in company, then and only then can you address me as Arabella. Understand?”

“Yes.” I whispered.

“Yes what?” Arabella demanded.

“Yes Mistress.” I whispered, hanging my head in shame.

“Don’t worry Slut.” Arabella laughed. “Soon calling me Mistress will seem as natural as licking my ass.” She gestured to the bed. “Get on there, legs apart. I want to see you bring yourself off.” To help me Arabella shoved me towards the bed. “Legs over the edge.” She added as I sat down with a dump. ”Lie back and then begin.” She pushed me down and then took my right hand and placed it between my legs. “Come on slut, don’t tell me that you never do this.” She taunted.

“No mistress.” I admitted.

“Often.” Arabella placed my fingers directly above my bud and then pressed down.

I groaned. “Yes Mistress.” I admitted.

“Show me.” She demanded and to my shame I did so.

Arabella decided that this would be a good time to smother me, again facing down my body. “Lick my ass.” She ordered. She even parted her cheeks so that I had a grandstand view of her anus. “Go ahead, it’s all part of your duties.”

I hesitated and Arabella’s fingers pushed past mine and between my legs. I was so wet that she was inside me before I was prepared. I literally wet myself and almost came the very moment that she touched me, but Arabella knew to much to let that happen, at least not until I’d paid homage to her ass.

So driven by my own desires and Arabella’s growing control of my body, I buried my face between her ass cheeks and stuck my tongue into her puckered anus. I shuddered at the thought of what had passed between those wrinkled lips.

“That’s right, French kisses are good.” Arabella laughed. She squirmed against my tongue, forcing me deeper between those cheeks and deeper into her ass.

I licked and I lapped until Arabella tired and moved her pussy back into position, then I started again.

Occasionally she would touch me and then my efforts were redoubled. Just the lightest of touches was enough to send my pussy gushing into my knickers. I had never been this hot before, never been so uncaring of what I needed to.

Suddenly I knew that Arabella was about to climax and I redoubled my efforts, oblivious to the torrent streaming from her cunt. Arabella shuddered, expelled more and then sank down, covering my saturated face with her ass.

She moved just enough until my nose was once more between her ass cheeks and then she started to touch me, lightly at first, then briskly, her hand inside my pants, teasing and circling my clitoris.

I came, oh how I came. It was the longest, sweetest climax of my life. I came and I came under Arabella’s skilful fingers and I didn’t care that all the time I was coming, Arabella’s ass smothered me.

Afterwards Arabella made me shower and clean myself up. After that I sat around, waiting for Arabella to finish her shower. You might ask yourself why I didn’t just get the hell out of there, but Arabella had told me to stay and that had been sufficient.

When she did return to the lounge Arabella was wearing a silk dressing gown in a Japanese design. “There’s wine in the fridge, get us both a drink.” She ordered.

As we drank the wine we, or rather Arabella talked. It was strange to be casually sharing a bottle of wine with a woman who’d just climaxed all over my face.

“You will have the second bedroom.” She announced casually. “You will also keep the apartment clean, cook the meals and of course see to my sexual needs. You can stay at college as long as it doesn’t affect your duties. Naturally you will tell no one about our arrangement. Is that clear.”

“Yes.”

“Good. Also, no boyfriends or friends of any time are allowed back here. You go nowhere without my specific approval. Clear?”

“Yes.”

“Good, tonight you can stay here, tomorrow we’ll collect your things. Now in return for my generosity you must…” Arabella splayed her legs and pulled the dressing gown off her legs.

I stared at her naked pussy and then, having put down my wine glass, sank to my knees and crawled between her legs. This, I reasoned, was how I paid the rent.