Noisy Neighbours Smother

Archive name: Noisy Neighbours Smother.HTM (M/FF,F/F, Farting, Facesitting, Humiliation)

Authors name: SmotherFan ([email protected])

Story title: Noisy Neighbours Smother

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The noise started on cue. Bill Holmes glanced at his watch and cursed. It was just eight o’clock and just like on the previous six nights the heavy beat of the rap music seemed to explode through the walls of his apartment.

Bill ran his hands through his thinning hair. It just wasn’t fair! He’d been a tenant for almost ten years and deserved better than to have his peace destroyed every night by his new and very noisy neighbours.

He’d complained to the caretaker, who at first had seemed to take his concerns seriously and had promised to call on Bill’s neighbours but the noise had continued. So Bill had complained again to the caretaker. He was told to mind his own business and buy earplugs.

Enraged Bill had contacted the complex owners. He had some pull after all these years and a confident looking young woman had appeared on his doorstep the very next day. She promised action and Bill had seen her knock on the noisy neighbour’s door.

Only the noise didn’t stop and the next day Bill had received a call from the self-same woman, only now she looked confused and nervous. In a quite, subdued voice she reported that she had spoken to his neighbours, but that they were within their tenancy agreement and she could do nothing.

Bill was aghast. He just couldn’t believe that he had no rights. The woman advised him that he could consult a lawyer, but Bill couldn’t afford their rates. He told her so and she left him with only one choice. He had to speak to them himself.

It was a solution that Bill had dreaded. He had never been good with people, that were why he’d spent his life hidden away in a bookshop, there you could mostly forget about the world, books didn’t answer back, books didn’t complain.

He had married once and disastrously. Kate had been a student on an ill fated night class he had attempted to teach. Perhaps she had taken sympathy on him. He had never really understood why Kate had been interested in him. Whatever, they had courted, married and separated in the space of eighteen months. After that Bill have moved into his apartment and vowed never to have anything to do with women. He didn’t hate them, he was perhaps frightened or intimidated by them, that were all, but it would be more than enough.

Steeling himself Bill had knocked on their door, he knew that two women shared the flat. The caretaker had told him that and although he had no idea of their ages, the music said they must be young.

He had to hammer on the door before an obviously angry woman opened it. “YES?”

“I’m your neighbour.” Bill stammered.

“WHAT?”

“I’M YOUR NEIGHBOUR!” Bill shouted.

“HANG ON!” The woman, a blonde in her mid to late twenties in Bills estimation, walked away but left the door open, that was something that Bill could never have done.

The music died away, although the low pulse of the beat still throbbed through the house. Bill waited and suddenly the woman was back, still looking angry but at least her body language was less aggressive. Bill had read about body language. After fifteen years in bookshops Bill was very well read.

“Well?” She demanded.

“I’m your neighbour.” Bill repeated.

“Congratulations.” The blonde answered sarcastically. “Is there something we can do for you?” She was quite tall, easily the same height as Bill, who was short for a man.

“The noise.” Bill began.

“Are you the little shit who has been complaining?” The blonde snapped. She turned away immediately and shouted into the apartment. “Shelly, leave her and come here.” She turned back to Bill. “My flat mate will just love to meet you.”

Bill wasn’t quite sure if he liked the blonde’s tone. It was a mixture of distaste, amusement and perhaps a little expectation. Bill waited in the doorway and neither he nor the blonde exchanged a single word. He quite deliberately kept silent and didn’t once look in the blonde’s direction.

“What’s wrong?”

Bill looked up at the sound of another female voice and was in time to see the blonde joined another blonde, slightly taller and heavier in build. She was pulling a wrap around tight about her obviously generous body.

“This.” Began the first blonde. “Is the little shit who complained about the noise?” She pointed towards Bill, who shrank back into the corridor.

The newcomer, who Bill guessed was perhaps into her earlier thirties, glanced once in his direction and then turned towards her friend. “So we have him to thank for sending the delectable Cyan to us.”

“Of course! I never thought about that!” Exclaimed the first blonde.

“Invite him in. I’m sure we can find someway of entertaining him!”

At that the first blonde laughed sharply. She turned quickly towards him, thrusting out her hand. “Hi I’m Debbie and this is Gale. Come in, please!” She grabbed Bill’s hand and almost pulled him into the apartment.

He was led into the lounge. The apartment followed the same lay out of his own except that everything was in reverse. Where he had his dining room so they had the lounge. As the passed down the hallway he glanced into a bedroom and stopped, for pinned and tied to the bed was an almost naked woman. He gaped and then looked at the two women.

“Meet Cyan, you probably don’t recognise her with her clothes off.” Gale laughed. “Do you need me, only I was interrupted?” She addressed this question to her friend.

“Be our guest!” Debbie laughed. She hooked her arm inside Bill’s. “Would you like to join in?” She sneered. “I know that Cyan wouldn’t mind. We owe you something. After all if you hadn’t have complained we would never have met.”

Bill said nothing. He was hypnotised at the sight as Gale casually straddled the helpless girl’s face. She had her back to the girl and smiled at him as she settled her rear across the girl’s exposed and open face. She pulled a face and let out a sigh. “She’s learning, soon our little Cyan will be a champion clit licker.” At that the two women laughed.

A word sprung unbidden into Bill’s head. Smothering. He’d read about almost everything over the years. The subject had never been important, if it was a book then Bill had been prepared to read it. Now, faced with the reality

“Smothering.” The word leapt unbidden from his mouth.

Debbie looked surprised. “Very good! Are you a practitioner or a voyeur?

Bill shook his head. “I read about it, in a book.” He added lamely.

“Pity, long time since I found a man who actually wanted to take part.”

“Did, did Cyan agree?” He stuttered.

Debbie laughed harshly. “Eventually, we just had to convince her, that’s what’s Gale’s doing now, just reminding her who is Mistress and who is slave.”

Bill was lost. Debbie was still talking but he hadn’t heard a single word. It was partly the music and also that he was utterly bemused about what he had just seen.

“Pardon?” He raised his voice.

“I said that you should try it, smothering is fun.”

Just how having a woman’s backside sitting on your face was fun Bill couldn’t understand. He shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

“Sure?” Debbie asked. “Come and look at Gale and Cyan.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him back through the house. Debbie was surprisingly strong and Bill found himself in the doorway to Gales bedroom.

It was just in time to see and hear Gale reach her climax. Sex wasn’t something that Bill had much experience of, and even less of a woman reaching her climax.

He felt himself get hard, very hard. It was an acute embarrassment. He turned away to leave but Debbie blocked him. “Where do you think that you’re going?” She demanded to know.

“I shouldn’t have come here.” He stuttered. He always stuttered when he was nervous.

“But you did, and now you know our secret.” Debbie kept her hand against his chest. “Now you can’t just leave.”

“What do you mean?” He stammered.

“Well you know about Cyan and how we’re training her, we can’t let you loose to blab about that.”

“Need any help?” A breathless Gale called out.

“I don’t think so. I think that Bill really would like me to sit on his face; he’s just to shy to admit it. Aren’t you?”

“This is silly!” Bill protested.

“Aren’t you?” Debbie repeated.

“I said this is silly.”

“Look stupid.” Debbie had him trapped in the doorway to Gales bedroom. He could hear the desperate noises behind him and despaired to think what might be happening. “When I ask you a question you have only one choice, to agree. Understand? Now I will ask you the question once more. Should I sit on your face?”

She was stared, fixed eyed at him and Bill was unable to tear himself away, she had the deepest of deep blue eyes and he felt himself being drawn into them. “Well?” Debbie demanded.

“If you want to.” He found himself saying.

“Now?” Debbie laughed.

“If that’s what you want.” He replied.

“It is, now, follow me.” She spun on her heels and walked down the corridor to enter another room. Bill followed her and found himself in what was obviously her bedroom. “Right, shoe’s, socks and shirt off.” She ticked off the items as she spoke. “Hurry up.”

Numbly he started to obey. He couldn’t explain why he was doing this, but there he was, standing before her wearing only his jeans.

Debbie had been stripped the bed, now it was down to the mattress.

“You lie here, head here, feet there.” She pointed to the mattress. “Well come on.”

Slowly Bill climbed on to the mattress, he stretched out.

“Arms like this.” Debbie demonstrated. “Excellent, now deep breathe because you’ll need one. As she spoke Debbie clambered onto the bed besides him. “I’ll think we’ll start out with a simple exhibition of facesitting. I want you to understand just how much in control I am, and how helpless you are and will become.” As she spoke Debbie straddled him, facing down his body just as Gale had done to Cyan. She flicked up her skirt to reveal a pair of pristine white cotton panties. “And you will come to regard these as your very best friends, because as long as your face is pressed into them then it means I’m not bare arsed on you.”

She inches slowly backwards until her cotton-shrouded cheeks dominated his view, then slowly she lowered herself until his nose brushed against the taunt material.

Bill had to concede that it was an amazingly erotic sight. He wasn’t a man that became sexually aroused easily, yet this time he felt himself begin to stiffen.

“Remember that deep breath.” Debbie laughed and then abruptly she sat across his face.

It was a shock, Debbie’s weight pressed down on him, pushing his head into the mattress, but the pain wasn’t the worse thing, it was the immediate horror of not being able to breath.

Casually Debbie raised her butt and he grabbed a breath and then she smothered him again. She did this time after time until he was lost, waiting only for the moment when she would allow him to breath.

Abruptly she moved, freeing him of her weight, the subtle smells of her body, the soft heat of her body. He rolled to one side, drawing in breath, glad that his ordeal was over.

It was then that he realised that Debbie had begun undressing. “Is there a problem?” She asked.

“What are you doing?” He stammered.

“Getting comfortable.” She stepped out of her panties. Now she was naked and Bill hadn’t seen a naked woman for many years.

Debbie climbed back onto the bed, casually pushing Bill onto his back. She settled across his waist and Bill could feel the spiky scrub of her pubic hair and the damp slime of her sex. Debbie was moving restlessly, rubbing herself against him, her finger absently touching herself.

“What are you going to do?” He asked fearfully.

Debbie shrugged. “More education, you know what my ass feels like, now you need to know what my pussy feel and tastes like.”

“Taste?” Bill queried. “What do you mean, taste?”

“Just like Cyan, you stick your tongue into my pussy, simple really.”

“No!” Bill said and then louder. “No!”

Bills protests seemed to humour Debbie. “I thought that you wanted to find out what’s its like?”

“I changed my mind.” Bill retorted and started to fight back.

“GALE!” Debbie shouted as she pressed him back. A moment later Gale was in the doorway. “Lend a hand.” Gasped Debbie.

He might have escaped from one but the two women were too much. Try as he might Bill was slowly but surely beaten back until both women were stride him, combining both their strength and weight to subdue him.

Satisfied that the best of Bill’s resistance was spent Debbie swarmed up his body until she was astride his face and then she sat down, stifling his desperate protests with her ass.

Bill thought that he would go insane. He tried to cry out, but every sound that he could make became a muffled, indistinct moan beneath Debbie’s commanding body.

What had passed before had been almost mild and gentle in comparison with now. Before he had the thin barrier of her panties as protection and with that an illusion of decency for whilst most men found the female anatomy alluring, Bill had always found a females private parts an unsanitary, unattractive scab.

Now he found himself suffocating almost within that very scab. Now he felt her inner slime against his skin, now the stink of her body assailed all of his senses. He felt himself being sucked inside her. It drove him to one last desperate attempt to escape.

He could hear Debbie, laughing at his struggles and also Gale’s indistinct voice. They thought his resistance was amusing! He tried even harder and once he almost dislodged Debbie, but she held her place and he was becoming very, very tired and now desperately short of breathe.

Gradually his resistance weakened until he lay beneath her stinking hole, still disgusted but devoid of any escape.

As if understanding that Bill’s resistance was at an end, Debbie moved back from his face. “I enjoyed that.” She laughed. “I just love it when they fight. You did better than I expected. I thought that a little weed like you would be easy.” She laughed again.

“Let me go.” He pleaded.

Debbie laughed again. “I think you need educating, just like Cyan needed education. It wouldn’t be fair for Cyan to look after both of us. Now, would it?” She looked directly into his face. “Would it?” She repeated.

“No.” He found himself repeating.

“Good boy, now before I start your education, do I need to tie you down?”

“No.” He admitted. It was with a sinking feeling that he began to concede that Debbie had won and that he would only leave this flat when they allowed him to.

“Good.”

“I’ll go back to Cyan.” Gale said. “Call if you need me.”

“Your role.” Debbie began almost before Gale had left the room. “Is quite simple. I have certain appetites that I need satisfying and you have to do the satisfying.”

Bill looked up into her calm and now triumphant face. He didn’t understand, what exactly did she mean?

“Are you stupid or just naïve?” She asked. There was no anger in her voice. It was a simple question asked in a flat, monotone voice. “Answer me, a delay will only mean punishment.”

Bill hesitated, only to the count of three but it was long enough, for with a smile Debbie once more sat across his face, grinding down, burying his nose inside her sex. “That was punishment.” She explained later after she had released him from his prison. “Each and every time you displease me that or worse will happen to you. Understand.”

“I think so.” Bill stammered.

“Good, now answer my question.”

“Please!” He said desperately. “I can’t remember what you asked.”

Debbie laughed again and raised herself over his face.

“Please!” He pleaded. “I…”

The rest of his sentence was cut off as Debbie once again sat on his face.

“You have to be faster, much faster.” She warned him. “The punishments only get worse. Now, the answer?”

“I am both.” Bill struggled to say. All he could see think about, taste or smell was her, and her all-enveloping domination of him.

Debbie laughed again. “So why are you stupid?”

“I should never have bothered you.” He admitted.

“True, and why are you naive?”

“Please. I don’t know how to please you.” He said desperately.

Yet again Debbie laughed and then slid forwards until she was over his face again.

Bill panicked. He didn’t want that again, the heat and the darkness and the fear of suffocation.

“Lick my pussy!” Debbie ordered.

Bill almost lost his self-control, and then he closed his eyes and extended his tongue until its tip touched her flesh. It made them both jump; he did it again, harder this time.

“Better.” He heard Debbie mumble. “Deeper, now draw your tongue back towards my ass, now forwards, that’s better.” He did as she ordered, following her instructions with a slavish devotion. He lost track of time, lost track of everything except the need to please her, to prevent her suffocating him once more.

Debbie showed him how to find her clitoris, he had never found his wife’s, and now here he was sucking on the clitoris of an almost stranger.

He was drenched in her juices, his tongue seemed onto to taste of her, and the back of his throat was awash with her, it was in his eyes, his hair and he didn’t mind because for the first time in his life he was pleasing a woman.

Suddenly Debbie’s orders became more urgent, her demands the greater. Even Bill in all of his naivety, knew what was about to happen. Debbie was nearing her climax and on a night of first’s Bill saw and felt a woman climax for the first time.

She left him alone, but not before she strapped him to the bed. “No offence, but you ain’t to be that trusted yet.”

In the sudden silence Bill could hear moans and cries of delight. He knew that must be Gale using Cyan as Debbie had used him. He wondered what it must be like to be smothered by the same sex. He shuddered at the thought of having to please another man.

Debbie returned. “I love a trussed man.” She laughed as she mounted him again. This time she chose to face down his body and settled her butt onto his face with his nose jammed between her cheeks. “This is my favourite position.” She explained. “Now lick my ass, I just love a tongue into my poop tube.”

He did not leave that night. When Debbie had finished with him and then Gale, out of curiosity had taken him, Bill was left to sleep at the foot of Debbie’s bed.

In the morning he was awoke with Debbie squatting over him. He had just time to focus his eyes before she farted into his face. “Deep breath.” She ordered and dutifully he did as commanded.

She released him in time for work with a simple order. “Be here tonight at seven, we can continue your education.”

Bill nodded and left for his own flat in the sure and certain knowledge that he would be there.