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Office Smother.HTM (M/FF, Facesitting, Humiliation)
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SmotherFan ([email protected])
Story title:
Office Smother
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The two girls
who constitute my information technology department came and installed the
Internet on mine and the other department heads PC’s last week.
The slighter,
I didn’t
exactly ask her out, but I made the initial ‘are you seeing anyone’ soundings.
I wasn’t that
bothered. I have a well-earned reputation of being an office Romeo and there
were plenty of others.
Just having the
Internet on my PC gave me the chance to indulge myself. I have always had a
fetish towards porn and pretty soon I was surfing away.
At first I was
discrete, but as time went by I became more and more brazen I also became
clever in my searching.
I moved from
girlie pictures onto hardcore and finally fetish. I found a site (name
withheld) where some stunning attractive women spent their time sitting on the
faces of male or female slave’s. It was called face sitting or smothering.
After a few visits I was hooked.
What I didn’t
know was that
I looked up
from my PC, which for once didn’t have any porn loaded.
“Is there a
problem?” I asked.
“Maybe!” Fiona pulled up a chair whilst
I felt annoyed.
I hadn’t asked her to sit down. I was a senior manager and with that came
certain privileges.
“Would you like
to explain yourself?” I said coolly.
“I was going to
ask you the same!” Fiona answered.
“Stop messing
about!” I snapped. “Why are you here?”
“This!” Fiona
pushed a single sheet of paper across the desk. “Read it. You’ll find that it’s
a list of web sites you have been to, some of them are very naughty.” She
smirked as she spoke.
I read the list
of sites. They were all the favourites that I went to most often. I went very
cold.
“Where is this
from?” I asked, trying to keep my voice from shaking. I already knew that I
could be in big trouble.
“A little
something called a firewall.”
“This is just a
list!” I blustered. “It proves nothing. You could even have made them up.”
“Could have,
but didn’t.” Fiona answered. “We have more proof, lots more,
any decent IT geek can extract it.”
“We actually
found some of the sites very interesting.”
“Yeah, so much
so that we printed off a few of your favourite Jpegs, like to see, of course
you do! Here!” Fiona started spreading out glossy, colour printouts. “We have a
colour laser, what do you think of the quality?”
I don’t know
how long that I just stared at the images. They were all from the face sitting
sites, a dozen or more pictures on men being suffocated under women’s panted or
naked rears.
“Is that your
scene?” Fiona asked.
“What do you
want?” I whispered.
“Just answer
the question first!” Fiona insisted.
“Yes. I mean I have
never done it, but I like the pictures.” I stared down at the desk as I
answered; my face was burning with embarrassment.
“So you like
having a girls ass in your face.” Smirked
“Look what do
you want?” I rallied. I had appointed both of them and I could always give them
a pay rise. “Don’t you get enough salary?”
“I think that
amounts to bribery.” Fiona laughed.
“Call it what
you want, now how much!” I demanded to know.
“We thought
about 5k each would be reasonable.”
Inwardly I
blanched at the figure. It would take some hiding in the department budget.
“Alright, but what happens this these?”
“Our
secret, just you and us.”
“Can I trust
you?”
“No!”
Fiona now stood
up, only she crossed to the door. She glanced down the corridor. “All clear!”
Immediately I
was falling backwards as
It was the
shock more than anything that kept me there.
I heard the
door slam. Slowly I got to my feet, reset my chair and tried to recover my composure.
I glanced in the mirror. I looked dishevelled, my hair was tangled and my tie
askew.
The pictures
were still on my desk; hurriedly I shovelled them into a draw. I spent the next
couple of hours trying to make sense of what had happened. I knew that I had
been blackmailed into giving the two of them a rise and I guessed that they
would use the evidence again and again to get what they wanted. Still all that
I had to do was be patient. In time that evidence would become old stuff,
almost historical. All I had to do was keep my nose clean, stop visiting the
porn sites and eventually whatever hold they had on me would weaken, and then
I’d extract my revenge,
Despite my
resolve all the time I kept getting flash backs of the brief smothering that
In mid
afternoon my door opened and in strolled
Slowly she
circled my desk, pausing each time she passed the back of my seat. I tensed,
expecting her to repeat the trick of this morning; my cock also stiffened.
“Stand up!”
Almost in a
trance I did so. I could feel my heart pounding with expectancy and the blood
rushed to my head, making me feel giddy. I heard my chair being moved.
“Sit down!”
I did so,
despite the deep embarrassment I was feeling and the small risk of discovery.
Facing away
from me
I couldn’t
answer. I was being gagged and smothered by her magnificent ass and pussy and I
was in ecstasy. She could have sat there all day and I wouldn’t have
complained.
“Tell no one,
just be there.” Abruptly she stood up, smoothed down her skirt, but this time
not before I’d seen she was wearing white panties.
“See you
later!”
I spent the
rest of the afternoon in personal turmoil. A part of me couldn’t wait till
I knew that
common sense told me to ignore the summons. It could only make things worse for
me, but something deep inside me demanded that I obey. I endlessly replayed in
my imagination the moment that
I had a
decision to make, either I ran or I capitulated, and much as I fantasised I
knew that if I capitulated then my life would never be the same, might not even
be my own. I decided that I had to run, to give myself a chance to think. At
“You haven’t
forgotten your
I turned
around.
“Fiona said
you’d bolt. Now come back this instance.” She spoke as if to an errant child. “Immediately.” She spun on her heals and walked back towards
the building. She didn’t even look back to see if I had obeyed.
I followed and
I knew that my doom was sealed.
At
I was shaking
by the time I reached my destination, my legs were like jelly and I felt as
weak as the proverbial kitten.
“Fancy
seeing you down here!”
I looked
around. The office was larger than I’d expected and more opulent than any on my
floor. In particular I noticed the large couch in one corner.
“The caretaker
has a fetish.”
I sat down on
the couch and did as I was told.
“No one told
you to sit down.”
I still hadn’t
spoken and Fiona was back working on her computer. I stood up again. I was
feeling very nervous, my mouth was dry and I could literally feel the blood
rushing to my head.
“Hurry up!”
I stripped down
to my pants, feeling more than a little stupid. I could see how stupid I must
look, a half dressed man in the company of two fully dressed young women. It
also spoke volumes as to who was in charge.
“Better, now,
have you any idea what is going to happen?”
“Not really.” I
whispered.
“Should I tell
you?”
“I don’t know!”
“WORM!”
I dropped to my
knee’s, keeping my head low, that seemed natural.
“When we saw
what you liked we couldn’t believe our luck.”
“You know how
to shut him up.” Fiona laughed.
“Indeed I do.”
I couldn’t. She
knew that, she was sitting squarely across my mouth and nose. I couldn’t even
breathe. I couldn’t even see anything as
“It gets
harder!” She laughed, grinding her ass into my face. “Harder to breath, and it
starts to hurt.”
She was right, right
on both accounts. I was struggling to breath and she was heavy, heavier than I
could have imagined. When she next lifted her ass I was grateful not only for
the air but also the release of the pain. Each time she sat down I began to
experience more than just willing submission. I began to experience real
domination.
I learnt then
not only how a woman could smell but also the real fear that suffocation
brings. Each and ever time that
“Not that much
fun, is it ass sniffer.”
Other things
happened I could never have guessed at. I lost all track of time. I had no idea
how long I’d been smothered, how long
Relief only
came when suddenly
Being smothered
by Fiona was very little different from
Finally Fiona
had had her fill and rolled away. I half expected
“How do you
feel ass sniffer?”
I tried. It
seemed far harder than it should have been. I was young and healthy, sitting up
shouldn’t have been a problem and yet it was.
“Hard
work?”
Fiona looked up
and simply smiled.
“Yes!” I
agreed. Even my voice seemed slurred, as if I were drunk.
It was the cue;
Fiona came and pushed me over. Casually she sat across my chest, grabbed my
wrists and held them above my head. “A little education.”
She smirked. “When you get smothered your body is deprived of oxygen, it reacts
by calling on its reserves. If the smothering lasts a couple of minutes then it
doesn’t matter, but if it happens for a lot longer, say about the time we spent
on you, then your bodies exhausted. You’ll find that your minds pretty stupid
and you probably think that you’re drunk.” Fiona shuffled forwards until my
face vanished beneath the hem of her dress. “Right now we could anything we
wanted to you, like this.” Fiona shifted forwards again, this time she sank
onto my face. I didn’t struggle. She was right. I didn’t have the energy. “See
what I mean, you couldn’t fight us, even if you wanted to.” She only pinned me
for a moment before once more releasing me and returning to her desk.
After that they
left me alone, at least for a few minutes, then one or
the other would return and smother me. The smothering never lasted long but it
felt as if they’re asses was drawing both my strength and my will from me.
Occasionally I’d try to resist but it was like a child resisting their parent.
At last it
seemed as if they’d tired of their game. For once Fiona didn’t crush my face,
she came and stood over me, so that I had a grandstand view of her pants. “Are
you married shithead?” She asked
“No.” I managed
to gasp. I had been but a messy divorce had emptied my bank account and put me
off marriage for life.
“Got a
partner?” Fiona continued to probe.
“No
one regular.” I
admitted. I was off relationships, the divorce had seen to that.
“Live alone?”
“Yes!” The
divorce had a lot to answer for.
“Anyone
expecting you this weekend?”
“No!”
“Good.” Bethany
and Fiona exchanged glances, and then
“Excuse me!” I
gasped. Fiona was right. I wasn’t thinking clearly.
“You heard!
Tomorrow bring on overnight bag with you, don’t tell anyone where you are
going. Understand?”
“No!” I shook
my head. I didn’t know if I were objecting to the idea or the suggestion that I
was stupid.
“Just do it shit head!”
I was dismissed
and they totally ignored me as I struggled to rise and dress. I felt so
drained, so utterly exhausted. I was too tired even to make it home. I lurched
back to my office and collapsed. It was almost
The next day my
first thought was that I’d had a bed dream but one look in the mirror told me
otherwise. I looked as if I’d had a hard night on the booze, my face was puffy
and swollen, my eyes bloodshot. Instantly I knew that I was viewing the affects
of the facesitting. There was little I could do to disguise the pounding my
face had taken. On the way to work I concocted a tale about a late night
drinking session. It might fool most people but not Bethany and Fiona.
I gestured to
the briefcase I was carrying.
She laughed.
I sat in my
office and drew in my breath. I had been scared, last
night had been a horror story, one I could never have imagined. The digital
images I’d downloaded revealed nothing of the humiliation and pain I’d suffered
last night. I was just settling into my work when the door swung open and
“Alone
again.” She laughed
softly.
“What do you
want?” I whispered. I was shaking with trepidation.
“Guess!”
I stood up,
part of me wanted to run but I had no escape, but a part of me wanted to be
smothered, despite the hurt and humiliation, I wanted it. I had a do not
disturb light over my door; a button on my desk activated it.
“So we won’t be
disturbed.” She whispered. “Now, get on your knee’s.”
She added.
I dropped in
one single move, my head bowed and my body bathed in sweat.
“You stink!”
It took a few,
precious seconds for the reality of what she was saying to sink in, then I started, pulling furiously on my now erect cock.
Then it didn’t
matter. I felt the build up in my balls and I knew that it was happening. I
jerked even faster and then stopped as my spunk drilled itself through me,
ejecting itself in one long, relieving fountain.
“What’s wrong
dick head? Isn’t my ass good enough for you?” She wriggled again, pulling my
head from side to side. I was so utterly trapped that my head wasn’t mine, and
it hurt, even the slightest move was a hot dagger into my neck. I cried out but
I had been a
fool to believe her.
“You look a
real mess.” She laughed as she stood over me. “Look at me!” She snapped
suddenly. I did so and
“Yes!” I
whispered.
“Good!” And
with that
That lunchtime
I had a meeting with the other department heads. I was hardly a star performer
and was grateful when the MD called the event to an end, but as I moved to
leave his office he called me back.
“Sit down Ron.”
He suggested and then waited until I did so. “A word, well
several words.”
“Is there
something wrong?” I asked.
“Yes.” He
paused and then continued. “Is there a problem, you were very distant at the
meeting?”
“Just
distracted.” I
answered. It wasn’t a lie. All the time the image of
“Work?” The MD pressed.
“More
personal.” I
conceded.
“I don’t like
that.” The MD began. “I have to say Ron that I don’t like my managers bringing their
personal problems to work. Is that why you look such a mess?”
“Afraid
so.” I admitted.
“I’ll get things sorted this weekend.” I lied.
“Good.” The MD
smiled and that was my dismissal.
I left his
office both distracted and relieved. I did have a problem, well two problems,
but they would understand, once I’d explained to them what the problem was,
surely they would understand.
Fiona was
waiting for me when I returned to my office. She followed me in, closing the
door behind her. Once more I felt a mixture of trepidation and excitement at
being alone with her. Would she demand her portion of me just like
“Beth told me
about your little session, did you enjoy that?”
I didn’t know
what to say and simply smiled weakly.
“Wimp!” Fiona exploded. She crossed the room
and thumbed the button. “Just so we aren’t disturbed.” She looked across the
room. “You know the position.”
Reluctantly I
obey her quiet command, sitting down with my head resting on the cushion of my
chair. Fiona straddled me and lowly lowered her pantied rear onto my face. I
started up into her stained crotch and then her flesh cut off both my light and
air.
“You know what
to do.” She ordered and once more I fumbled my cock into her view. “Pathetic!”
She laughed. “The same rules, you only breath after
you ejaculate.”
I started
whilst Fiona shifted and wriggled, finding her
best position and being oblivious of the returning pain and humiliation. I came
as quickly as I could, before my lungs really started to burn.
Fiona left me
without a word and for a minute I just sat there, then I began to cry. They
were using me. I wasn’t even a human
being to them, just a bit of fun.
I spent the
rest of the day in my own private hell. Every phone call, every knock on the door
I imagined was from them. It became so that I was dreading the phone to ring,
and the clock ticked ever so slowly towards lunch and then onwards towards the
weekend.
At
It was the
beginning of another, sordid life, but I didn’t know that then, that they could
do anything they wanted to me.