The Asians Daughter

Archive name: The Asians Daughter.HTM (F/FF, F/F, Facesitting, Humiliation)

Authors name: SmotherFan ([email protected])

Story title: The Asians Daughter

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It was the worse time of my life. I had split from my long-term partner of six years. Rob and I had been together since college and then quite suddenly he was working late, at weekends. We spent less and less time together and then he announced that he’d found someone else and that he would be moving in with her.

The next few months were hell. I felt like half a person, someone missing an enormously important part of myself. I had become so used to having Rob around that I could not cope with him not being around. The financial side made things worse. We had rented an apartment between us and now bereft of Rob’s contribution I could not afford to keep the place on my own.

I had two options, either I could leave and find another cheaper place, or I could find a flat mate. There were pro’s and con’s to either action. If I left then I would rid myself of any baggage surrounding the apartment, but I would have the problem of finding another apartment. If I stayed then all the memories stayed and I would have to find a flat mate, a sub tenant.

In the end, I tossed a coin. It was heads for staying and tails for moving on. It fell tails so I decided on the best from three and finally five. At that point in was three – one on staying. Therefore, I stayed and advertised for a flat mate. I used an agency, paid my fee and gave them my profile for suitable tenants.

A couple of weeks later I interviewed three young women, all in their mid twenties, all with careers and all were single and unattached. I chose Nita, Nita Patel. The name said everything and nothing about her. Nita was twenty-six, a university graduate working in the publishing industry. She came from England where her father was a successful businessman. She was something called an Asian, which explained her soft brown complexion, dark eyes and luxurious dark hair. Nita explained that her parents were from India but that she had been born and raised in England. I found the mixture of race, colour and just general foreignness too exotic to resist.

Therefore, Nita moved in. I had kept the master bedroom I had once shared with Rob, and Nita had the smaller bedroom that Rob had used as his study. At first, it worked well enough, but gradually our separate personalities began to assert themselves.

I had always been shy, Rob had always taken the lead in our relationship and I had been happy to tag along. Nita was exactly the opposite. She was an ambitious, articulate woman. We hosted parties, mostly for her friends, but always with a hidden agenda. There was always someone that Nita wanted to amaze.

I did not mind. I went along with her plans, her scheming. I enjoyed the parties if not every one of her friends. Nita’s friends were mostly female and in truth, I always enjoyed the company of men to women. The obvious never dawned on me until the evening I stumbled by accident on Nita and one of her friends. They were locked in an embrace, a very passionate embrace.

They saw me because I just stood there and gaped at them. I should have moved away, that would have been the discreet thing to do. I was just too much in shock to move.

“Was there something?” Nita asked. She had her hand beneath the skirt of her white partner and did not move it whilst she spoke to me.

“Sorry!” I blustered.

The blonde friend whispered something that I did not catch. Nita laughed. “Why don’t you join us?”

“I, I, ere!” I stumbled from one false start to another.

“Yeah, come on.” The blonde-haired woman enjoined. “Three’s more fun than two.” She grinned, no, leered at me as she provocatively stroked Nita’s body.

“I’ll go to my room.” I managed to stammer. “Sorry to disturb you.”

I fled the room with Nita’s laughter ringing in my ears. I was shaking by the time I would shut myself away in my bedroom. I had never thought that Nita was a lesbian; hell, I had never even seen lesbians kissing until tonight.

I was not left on my own for long. I had never thought of locking my door so Nita and her blonde friend simply marched in on me. I was sitting on my bed watching television when they entered.

“We thought we’d join you.” The blonde giggled. She was carrying an open bottle of wine.

“Yeah, join you.” Smiled Nita. She came and sat besides me. “You live such a lonely life.” She whispered, touching me bare leg. I jumped. “Don’t be nervous.” Nita grinned. “The first time is always the worse, I’m sure you’ll adapt.”

The blonde climbed on the bed behind me. I risked a glance over my shoulder. The blonde finished the wine in one long swig; a single dribble ran down her chin until she wiped it clean.

“I’m sorry.” I began, “But single gender sex is repulsive to me.” I winced as I spoke. I was goading them on without untended to. “No offence intended.” I added weakly

“None taken, but what did you say, single gender sex? Jesus Tina, that sounds so miss prim panties.” Nita kept stroking my legs; she was getting higher and higher. I slapped down on her hand.

“No!” I said as firmly as I could muster.

“I say yes, don’t you Bethany?”

“Sure do.” Agreed Bethany from behind me.

I felt trapped and wanted to stand up. “Excuse me.” I lifted Nita’s hand from my thigh. “I have to…” I did not get any further. Suddenly I felt hands on my shoulders and I was being pulled backwards on to the bed. Nita sat across my legs and Bethany kept hold of my hands. I tried to fight my way free but two on to one was an uneven contest. “Just let me up.” I gasped. I was breathing hard, short of breath, so what happened next was perfectly timed if horrifying.

“Shut her up.” Snapped Nita.

“My pleasure.” Bethany laughed. She straddled me, looking down my body, towards her lover. I looked up into the crotch of her knickers and suddenly I understood what she was going to do. I had just about formed the words when Bethany’s crotch and ass smothered my face. She wriggled, settling across my mouth and nose. She had my nose rammed up her ass and her crotch across my mouth.

I was assailed by her smell, strong, pungent and aroused, the feel of her flesh all around me, the prickles of her pubic hairs where the thin band of her thong did not protect me. She hurt me with her weight, mashed down as she was on my face. The worse was the sudden realisation that I could not breathe. I tried. I tried to shift her, or dislodge Nita, but could do neither. In the end exhaustion and suffocation, stilled my resistance.

It was as if they realised my capitulation. Bethany allowed me a brief lungful of air before squashing down on me. Bethany started to slide across my face, her movements accompanied by tiny noises. I was not such a virgin that I could not recognise the sounds of a woman starting to come. The fact that she was about to climax on my face was also not lost on me. It seemed like only moments ago that I had been watching TV on my own; now a woman I had never met was using me as a living dildo.

Bethany had my head between her thighs, my head locked into her ass and crotch, and then she came, smearing her gloo all over my face, each contraction added more. It made me feel sick, turning my stomach with the thought of another woman’s private parts were pressed against my face.

“Dirty cow!” I heard Nita laugh.

“It was your fault.” Bethany protested. “You touched me up!”

“Touched you up!” Nita exclaimed. “You did the same to me.”

They were both laughing, my submission and abuse was a huge joke to them. Bethany lifted her ass just long enough for me to breath and then she sat down again. It was almost as if I didn’t exist. They carried on like that, with Bethany smothering me, just allowing me enough air to survive. The longer Bethany smothered me then the weaker I became. I could almost feel the strength and energy being drained from me.

“My turn!” Nita suddenly announced.

Bethany moved away and desperately I drew in huge gulps of air, before Nita replaced her friend and lover. I was so weary that I hadn’t even resisted. Nita sat on my chest, my head pinned between her legs. I had no choice but to look up into her excited and merciless face.

“Didn’t you know I was a lezzy?” She taunted me, wrapping her fingers into my hair. She tugged my hair, pulling my face into the crotch of her panties; they were sopping and smelt heavily of her juices. Roughly she ground my face into her crotch, rubbing herself against me. “All the time you were such a miss prissy pants. I couldn’t bring Bethany home. I knew you’d object.” She was almost snarling out the words. I didn’t care. I was being smothered again.

Abruptly Nita stopped. I gasped for breath, relieved that I could do so without breathing in Nita’s stink. “Just because your man had stopped fucking you, so you didn’t want any lovers in your oh so neat place.”

“I didn’t know!” I managed to gasp.

“Oh sure!” Nita interrupted me sarcastically. “I just help pay the bill’s.” She wriggled forwards until I was pinned beneath her with her warm legs trapping my head. Nita tugged up her skirt, raising it to her waist. “Now you have a bill to pay.”

“No!” I managed before Nita slid smoothly across my face, mashing down on me. I struggled, but I was weak and Bethany was pinning my hands above my head. Slowly Nita began to move, pausing only to allow me a hurried breath.

“Ride her!” I heard Bethany laugh. “Go on, cum on the sluts face.” She urged.

That was exactly what Nita did, suddenly and violently. I felt the explosion of her energy across my face, the convulsions as her climax ripped through her. Then as abruptly as they had invaded my privacy they left, laughing and hugging each other.

I was stunned and revolted, for a while I just lay there and then I slipped into the bathroom and took the longest shower of my life. I was trembling with shock and try as I did I couldn’t sleep. I could hear their revelry and the fear that they might return made me bar my door by wedging a chair beneath the handle.

The next morning I had to leave my bedroom. I was bursting for a pee and couldn’t hang on any longer, but I did dress for work and was out of the flat relieved both my urine and the prospect of meeting them.

It still left the delicate task of facing Nita and telling her that she was out. I didn’t relish that but I couldn’t face having a flatmate who’d literally face fucked me. Neither did it help Nita’s case that she was a lesbian. I had old fashion views about sex and eating another girl’s pussy was what I considered to be decidedly kinky.

Nita was already home when I arrived. It made for the most awkward moment of my entire life. This was worse than when I discovered that Rob had been unfaithful.

“We need to talk.” I said finally after a half hour of pregnant silences.

“What about?” Sneered Nita.

“Last night!” I stammered. I blushed furiously.

“Great wasn’t it.” Grinned Nita. “I got such a buzz from facesitting you.”

“It was disgusting!” I exclaimed.

“Not from where I was sitting.” Nita laughed. “You should hear how you sound with a mouthful of arse.”

“It was rape!” I insisted.

“It’s only rape when one party is forced.” Nita said coolly. “You weren’t forced to do anything!”

“I … I … You must be mad to think that I consented!” I exploded. “You and your … your friend forced me, you held me down. If that isn’t rape then I don’t know what it is!”

“Last night was a sex game between consenting adults. It just so happens that we were all of the same sex, but lesbianism isn’t a crime.” Nita answered coolly.

She was laughing in my face. She knew that I couldn’t prove anything. It would be my word against theirs.

“Nevertheless I still must insist that you leave.” There! I had said it.

“Leave?” Nita feigned surprise. “I am going no where.”

We were in the sitting room.

Nita had been sitting cross-legged on the pouf, occasionally flashing her dark knickers in my direction. I didn’t know whether that had been deliberate on her part. Now, as she spoke, she stood up, stretching and arching her back as she walked around the room.

I was on the couch. I was too nervous to relax so was sitting perched on the edge. I looked up at Nita; this was the hardest part. I had to insist that she leave and yet had no way of forcing her to do so unless she agreed and left voluntarily.

“You must leave.” I said weakly. “I insist that you do.”

“Insist?” She stood in front of me, her hands on her hips. “I insist on sitting on your scummy little face again.” As she spoke and before I could react, Nita kicked out, sweeping my legs away. I landed with a crash on the floor, my back against the couch, my head rested on the cushion.

“Perfect.” Exclaimed Nita. She was straddling me before I had the chance to move, grabbing my wrists and forcing them above my head. Carefully she positioned herself above my face and then just as carefully lowered her crotch across my face. All the time I’d just sat there, awaiting my fate.

“I knew you wanted this.” Nita cackled as she adjusted her seat, covering my mouth with the gusset of her pants and jamming my nose against her crotch, her short skirt hung over my face like a curtain.

I started to smell her, the smells of a woman on heat and also of a woman a dozen hours since her last shower. It had been a hot day and Nita smelt hot in every possible way.

“This feels soooo good.” She laughed and wriggled from side to side, pulling my face with her. “I should have done you ages ago.” She squealed.

I was starting to suffocate; she had cut of my air supply. I tried to twist free, but I was helpless in this position. I had no leverage. I tried but the only way I was going to breath was if Nita let me. I cried out but only a muffled moan was heard, her ass was a most effective gag.

Casually she lifted herself from me just long enough for me to breath and then down she came again and once more I endured her stink, her weight and the humiliation that she was heaping on me.

Nita raised her skirt so that she could look into my eyes. She looked so in control that I could almost feel my resistance crumbling.

“I really love rubbing your face into my pants.” She began. “It makes me feel so hot, just to see you between my legs and know that soon you’ll be eating my pussy.”

I wanted to say no but it was more than her suffocating arse that smothered my words. I didn’t want to even see her pussy but I also knew that soon I would be giving Nita oral sex. The thought of that revolted me. I struggled, but I had no leverage. Nita rode me like a cowgirl riding a pony, swaying and adjusting to my movements, waiting for me to finish.

“I will love rubbing my brown ass all across you face and knowing that I can do the same whenever I want. Isn’t that right?” She stared hard into my face and then lifted her ass off my face and repeated the question. “Isn’t that right?”

I wanted to say no. I wanted to tell her to fuck off and leave me alone. I wanted to but I couldn’t. Nita knew what I was thinking; she was just waiting her time, making me suffer.

“Well?” She asked finally.

“Yes.” I admitted but closed my eyes as I did so. I couldn’t bear to look into her triumphant, sneering face.

Nita was having none of my avoidance. She smothered me again and again, until my mind was silently screaming for her to stop.

“Now, answer my question again.” Nita demanded in a cold, merciless voice. “This time, with your eyes open.”

“Yes.” I whispered.

“I can’t hear you.” Nita snapped sarcastically.

“Yes.” I said, even though my voice was breaking.

“I just knew you’d agree.” She laughed. “But, for now. I think you can enjoy my ass a little while longer.” She raised her ass over my face once more.

“Nooooo!” I started but Nita’s butt smothered my reply.

“Bethany wanted to finish you last night, but I said no. I wanted to be your first and not to share you with her.”

Suddenly Nita stood up. I pulled in gasps of air, grateful of the respite from the smell, her weight, simply the humiliation. She grabbed my arms and pulled me onto the floor, there she left me whilst she stepped out of her skirt and pulled off her top. She kept on her black panties, but that was little consolation.

Nita stood over me, her hands on her hips. She looked so very confidant and in charge. Very slowly, she lowered herself until she was sitting on my chest. She had her knee’s up and rested her chin on them.

“I used to wonder about you.” She began. “All those months without a man? Didn’t you like to fuck? Is that why he left you? Because you were frigid in bed?” She laughed softly. “I’d go crazy if I didn’t fuck at least once a week.”

Nita’s taunts stung. She intended that. She wanted me to react, which would make her conquest of me all the sweeter. Nita knew what she was doing.

“Cat got your tongue?” She laughed. “Oh, don’t worry, we’ll soon find your tongue. Now ask me nicely to rub my ass in your face.”

I hesitated, my mouth dry and my eyes wet. She knew, the fuckin bitch knew how much I hated her, how much her acts disgusted me.

“Please let me up.” I whispered. “You can stay. I won’t say anything, but please don’t make me do anything.”

“I am staying.” Nita laughed softly. “I think I’ll even have your bedroom, and you’ll do everything that I say.” She inched forwards until her weight rested on my collarbone. “Now ask me nicely to rub my ass in your face.” She repeated.

I thought of resisting, but sometime during the past twenty-four hours Nita had sucked all the resistance from me, draining me of will and determination.

“Please, sit on … my face.” I mumbled, turning away as I finished.

Nita slapped me, not hard, just enough to grab my attention.

“Don’t ever look away from me.” She snapped.

I was more shocked than hurt. I had never been struck, even as a child, now this arrogant bitch had hit me for disobeying her.

“Now tell me again, and this time, don’t mumble, don’t stumble or look away.”

“Please sit on my face.” The humiliation burnt my face.

“How kind of you.” Nita laughed. She stood up, turned around and slowly lowered herself onto me. I watched as her soft, brown cheeks came nearer and nearer to my face, the black thong of her panties disappearing between them.

By the time my face was buried in her ass, I was utterly senseless.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" she asked with a laughing, innocent voice. She wiggled her ass and giggled

I squeezed out a muffled "no" and shook my head almost imperceptibly. This had the effect to push my face even deeper into the crack of her ass. I could now feel the harsh stubble of her pubic hair pushing around the edges of her thong.

Nita made no attempt to release me and soon I was floating, helpless, lost, and totally under her spell. I felt my brain beginning to spin. I tried to struggle but it was so difficult and then Nita stood up and I collapsed into a fit of coughing and retching for breath.

She stood over me, smiling at my discomfort and then very, very slowly she pulled down her panties.

“Ready for this?” She laughed, her voice deep and heavy with passion.

I tried to rise but she pushed me backwards.

“Going somewhere?” She leant forwards until her tits hung above my face, their long nipples hard and extended. “Kiss them!” She demanded. She knelt down, her knees against my rib cage, and pulled my face up to meet her. “Kiss them. She repeated.

My face was trapped between the warm, soft mound of her tits. She rubbed hard, until I was gasping for breath and then she repeated her demand.

So I kissed her tits, the sort of light kiss on the cheeks that friends exchange and I received another slap for my pains.

“I said a kiss, not a peck. Imagine my tits are the biggest cocks your have ever seen. I want you to suck on them now do it.” She raised her hand again.

I started to suck. I had never even felt another woman’s breasts, much less fondled them. Now it had her nipples in my mouth as I licked and sucked on them, swapping on her insistence, between them.

Nita smiled into my face, ruffled my hair and finally laughed, softly and deeply.

“Not bad, for a beginner you show potential.” She pushed me down until my mouth gave up its charge. She sat astride me and I felt her hot slime on my belly, the prickly stubble of her pubic hair. “I’ll take it easily.” She continued to laugh. “When you make me come then I’ll leave you alone.”

She moved across me, until I was staring up into the soft pink slash of her sex. She lowered herself until her damp pubic bush touched my face. The smell was intense, the atmosphere equally charged.

I lifted my face until I could slide the tip of my tongue across the entrance to her portal.

“That’s right.” Laughed Nita.