The Dress Shop Smother

Archive name: The Dress Shop Smother.HTM (F/F, M/F, F/F, Facesitting, Humiliation)

Authors name: SmotherFan ([email protected])

Story title: The Dress Shop Smother

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I knew that Brian was up to something before I realised what and with whom. There were all the usual signs. He’d shower more often, his time keeping was more erratic, and he was less interested in having sex with me. Brian isn’t good at being faithful. In the six years we have been together I knew that he’s had at least three affairs. I Even knew the names of the women. I’d even made it my business to meet them. They were clones and nothing like myself. It’s shit to say that the same type of woman always attracts men. I am blonde, five feet two inches, pimple chested and when wet, I weigh in at one hundred and eight. The three I knew about were five eight upwards, curved with tits, arse and weighing a good one hundred and twenty five. In short, they were nothing like me.

It took me a few days but eventually I tracked his latest down. It wasn’t difficult. Brian always used his diary as an excuse. All I had to do was study the diary, check on the appointments and wait until the clone emerged from his office.

Eventually she did. I was parked across the street when the tall red head with the statue figure appeared from Brian’s office block. She had to be the one. I checked my copy of his diary. She was called Faith Ellis. I knew nothing more but by the end of today I would. I would know much too much, but I didn’t know that then.

I trailed her across town. She drove a fast, sleek red coupe and drove quickly but with confidence. It was a struggle to keep up and I almost lost her more than once. Eventually she pulled into a car park and I followed.

“Why are you following me?” I almost jumped out of my skin. I had left the car behind and had been trailing the red head as she shopped. I had followed her into a small dress shop called Faith’s. It had been empty of customers and as my quarry entered the solitary sales assistant had left. I had just begun to wonder about that when the red head confronted me. I hadn’t for one moment considered she’d spotted me. She had, now she’d turned the tables on me.

“Excuse me!” I protested

“I said why are you following me?” She towered over me. This one had to nearer to six foot, big Even by Brian’s standards.

“I’m not!” I still protested. I wondered if I should back out of the shop. I hadn’t made the obvious connection between the red heads name and the name on the shop.

“Balls. You were outside Brian’s office when I left, now you’re here all the way across town. A coincidence. I don’t think so.” She was towering over me and for the first time I felt physically scared.

I took a deep breath. “I am Brian's wife.” I expected her to collapse and creep away.

“So?” She challenged.

She was trying to back me into a corner. “I think you having an affair with my husband.” I said as confidently as I could muster. I could feel my tummy fluttering with nerves.

“So?” The red head flipped the open sign to closed and dropped the catch.

“Brian is my husband.” I restated the fact; it was rather obvious.

“I know. He has your photo on his desk. He always puts it away when we fuck.” She smiled. It was pure evil.

“You admit it!” I squeaked.

“Sure. He came onto me soon after taking over my accounts. I mean a doctor can’t fuck a client, but an accountant can.” She was very close and I was very conscious as to how tall and strong she looked. As if she could read my mind she said. “I’m five foot nine, weight one hundred and twenty five pounds and work out every day. I am very strong, for a woman.” She made it sound like a threat. She also wore very strong perfume. I was almost dizzy from its aroma.

I suddenly felt very trapped. I moved towards the door but she came between the exit and me. “Get out of my way.” I snapped.

“Make me!” She laughed arrogantly. She was goading me into action.

I pushed against her. It was like pushing against a stonewall. She almost laughed. “You are out of your league.” She laughed scornfully and pushed me backwards. I bounced back to the counter. “You should understand that, men like Brian need a real woman, with a real body, not an imitation like you.”

“Excuse me. I am his wife. I know what he likes.”

“Balls.” She pushed me again. This time I slid past the countered and bounced the swing door into an inner room. “You understand nothing. All you little shitty no tits think the same, but let me tell you. A real man likes a woman with tits and an arse that can suffocate him.”

I wanted to say something, but all of his infidelities had been with the big tits and arse brigade. He’d never gone for someone remotely like myself. I rallied, tried to dust my off and try to recover my senses. “Just excuse me.” I tried to walk past her but she caught me. She made it seem so easy. One moment I was going forwards, then next I had my legs kicked from under me and I was falling backwards. I slammed into the metal side of a desk and ricocheted onto the floor.

Before I could move the red head had me pinned beneath her. She had my arms locked above my head whilst she sat across my stomach. It took me a few a seconds to recover from the fall and then her attack.

“Let me go!” I protested and fought to escape. It was pretty much useless. The red head was correct. She was strong and with her added weight advantage I was beaten before I started. Still she let me wear my self out in the uneven struggle before she did anything.

“Go? We haven’t even started yet, you little bitch.” She gloated.

I was about to protest again when she raised herself off my stomach and then slammed down hard, driving the breath from me as I squealed with both pain and surprise.

“Enjoy that?” She laughed and repeated the act. I squealed again and my gut hurt. “Again?” She taunted. I cringed, closing my eyes and bracing myself for the blow. I was winded and really short of breath, my side hurt where I’d hit the desk. The third blow drove all the breath from me and I was left gasping and hurting beneath her.

She didn’t give me the chance to recover. Faith settled down as if I were a chair. She pinned my shoulders beneath her knees and rested her considerable weight on my chest. It hurt and made breathing difficult, something that didn’t seem to bother Faith.

“You’re hurting me!” I gasped.

“I guess so.” Faith agreed but didn’t do anything to lessen the pain.

“This is silly!” I managed to protest.

“I don’t hear you laughing.” Faith smiled down at me. “You just look stupid and pathetic to me, how a scrawny little runt like you keeps Brian happy beats me!” She slip forwards, now her knees pinned my head, so that I couldn’t do anything but look at her. She was holding me so that I couldn’t turn away.

“It’s me he loves!” I protested.

“Sure he loves you, that’s why he fucks with me. It’s the thing that loving husbands do, fuck away from home.” She was bitter in her remarks. I was treading on dangerous ground. “And now I have fucked the husband, why shouldn’t I fuck the wife. I always did like sassy little blondes.” She smiled, evilly and then laughed when she saw my reaction. “What’s wrong? Don’t you fancy sucking on my pussy? Brian does, he’s getting really good, once I taught him how I liked to be pleased.”

I was stunned into silence; suddenly this was getting very serious. “Just let me leave.” I began to plead. “I won’t say anything to Brian. I promise.”

“You have no say, and if you don’t please me then I’ll tell Brian everything. I think he should understand how dirty his loving wife is.”

“You’ll never make me do that!” I exclaimed. I tried to kick and throw her off me. Faith just laughed, sat lower down on me, until my chin was touching the hem of her dress. I struggled until my lungs were bursting and my face was red with the exertion. “Never!” I grunted as a last defiant gesture.

“Never is a very long time.” Smirked Faith. She lifted herself off me, but only for as long as it took her to haul her dress up to her waist. “You should see the look on your face.” She laughed, and then the smile left her face and a chilly sneer replaced it. “When I have finished with you, then you’ll think that licking my pussy is the greatest joy in the world and that serving me was the only reason that you were born.” All the time she had kept inching herself forwards and now I was pinned between her warm, naked and very muscular thighs. I could feel her powerful muscles against my cheekbones. Only that wasn’t the worse part, Faith was now almost sitting on my face! She had her crotch resting upon my chin, a few centimetres from my mouth.

Faith was wearing a pair of pale blue panties that were so transparent that I could see her pubic bush spreading out about the line of her crotch. I could even see the outline of her pussy as her panties moulded to her sex, tracing its shape a bare inch from my mouth. I was also starting to smell her, a strong musky aroma that seemed to invade my senses.

“Still think you won’t?” Faith sneered again.

I was getting less sure by the moment as the full helplessness of my position was brought home to me. I really was powerless to stop Faith from dominating me. After all, that was exactly what she was doing.

“Let me go!” I begged. I’d stopped being strong or defiant. Faith could do what she wanted and I knew that I hadn’t the strength to stop her, resist her yes, but not to defeat her.

“You are wasting your breath!” Faith answered and then laughed. “I like that, wasting your breath.” She looked me square in the face, her eyes burning into mine. The effect was so strong that I couldn’t help blinking. “Wasting your breath!” Faith repeated and then slides forwards to rest her pantied ass squarely on my face.

It took me a few seconds to understand what was happening and by then it was to late. Faith was sitting with her full weight resting upon my shoulders, neck and face. It was impossible to move and worse still, impossible to breath. I felt utterly, utterly trapped.

“Like that?” Faith’s almost disembodied voice penetrated my stunned senses. “Look at me!” She suddenly demanded; shifting slightly so that those powerful thighs squeezed my head until I thought it would burst. I cried out in pain but Faith only laughed and carried on crushing my face. “Look at me!” She repeated and I did so, looking up between the flesh canyons of her thighs, the towering pale blue cliff of her knickered crotch rested against me nose. A muscle twitch and my nose would have been rammed up her fanny. “Better. This can be easy or hard, the choice is yours.”

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to say. I was pinned beneath a physically stronger and heavier woman. I had no idea what she was planning but a nervous twitch in my gut said that it wouldn’t be pleasant. Suddenly Faith was sitting across my face again, driving the air from my lungs. I squirmed and twisted to no avail. Faith didn’t release me until my lungs were burning and I was starting to see stars exploding before my eyes.

As soon as she freed me I could think of nothing but breathing. I coughed, choked and spluttered until I could feel a semblance of sanity returning. All the time Faith was staring arrogantly down into my face, every now and then she flexed those powerful thighs, just in case I’d forgotten she was there.

“Look at me.” She demanded again. I had no real choice but to obey, those thighs saw to that. “Want to lick my pussy?” She taunted me. I had the sinking feeling that Faith didn’t want me to say yes, that she hadn’t played out her game and until she did then whatever I said or did was irrelevant. “Well, what’s your answer?”

“I can’t.” I whispered.

“You will.” She was so smug and confident. “Brian’s quite good, but then you must know that. He must have given you a few good suck and nip sessions.” She looked at my face and then grinned. “Sorry. I forgot. You never do oral, do you?” I blushed. Brian must have told her about our sex life. It was very straight, very ordinary. “Just think, if you were hornier then he’d never go sniffing around the likes of me. You see I like to fuck, to suck, to lick. I’ll do men and woman, I have done men and women.” She gloated and I shivered. I wondered if she were mad.

Once again she shifted forwards, enveloping my face in her arse. I found that my nose was pushed deep into the crotch of her panties and that her broad buttocks covered my mouth. I couldn’t breath, couldn’t move and now could barely see. I started to realise that I could smell her, a mixture of scents, the stale sweat of a woman’s nether regions, the dampening perfume most women used to mask the smell and finally the warm, pungent smell of a woman on heat. She was excited about this! I squirmed and wriggled, a pathetic gesture to rid myself of her weight and smell. It just encouraged her. As she ever so gently rubbed herself against me I could feel the sharp stubble of where she had shaved her pubic hair. It hurt. A myriad of tiny scratches seemed to burn into my face. I cried out but the sound was suffocated, just as I was being suffocated.

Faith only released me long enough for me to snatch a hurried breath before she claimed my face as her seat once more; her movement was slow but incessant, the smell of her arousal grew with each passing minute. It took time but suddenly I realised what the bitch was doing. She was using my face to bring herself off. The recognition of the fact drove me to once more fight back. Faith stifled my resistance by simply squashing down on me with her full weight. It only took a few seconds to drive me into submission.

Faith restarted her relentless masturbation, now quickening her movements as her moment arrived. Mentally I prepared myself. I had no idea what to expect. I’d experienced my own orgasms and in my teen swapped tales with my then girlfriends. This was totally and utterly different. I was frightened, submissive and desperate for my torture to end.

Faith’s climax was nothing like the gentle one’s of my own experience. She groaned, moaned, and howled its arrival, grinding herself down onto me, hurting me with her weight. I was swept away with the convulsions that seemed to spread from her sex and through her own body. It seemed to last for ever. Faith rang every last vestige of pleasure from the act. Then she collapsed over me, releasing my face just enough for me to breath whilst still keeping me pinned and helpless.

Faith slid back down by body, leaving my face free of her smothering embrace. She was breathing hard, her face flushed when she at last looked down on my again. At once she smiled. “You look a mess.” She gasped.

I didn’t answer. I was hoping that with her climax Faith had finally exhausted what ever kink she suffered from. I was to be disappointed. Slowly, and unsteadily, Faith climbed to her feet. At first I didn’t move. I was still expecting Faith to try something else. When she leant against the table and began smoothing her dress down I rejoiced then stopped. I didn’t want Faith seeing my smile of triumph.

I started to move and was shocked as to how stiff and weary I felt. It was a struggle to even raise myself up to knee’s, there I stopped, breathing heavily, my head slumped against my chest. I felt so tired, my head was giddy and I knew that my balance was unsteady. I couldn’t even rely upon my legs supporting me.

Suddenly Faith came and hauled me to my wobbly feet. She was so powerful and I was so weak, that I was easy. I even had to lean against her for support. “It’s to do with the oxygen starvation.” Faith whispered into my ear. “Basically the longer I sit on your face, the less air you get and the weaker your body becomes. It’s a vicious circle, you get weaker and weaker and I seem to get stronger and stronger.” She grabbed me around my thin waist. “Come on bitch.”

“Where are we going?” I whispered as Faith steered me towards a staircase. I even felt and sounded drunk.

“The bedroom. It’s much more intimate.” Faith almost cackled. The look on her face chilled my blood.

“No!” I panicked and struggled once again. Faith hardly had to tighten her grip to defeat me.

“Yes!” She demanded. One crushing bear hug drove the air from my lungs. I collapsed against her and Faith practically carried me up the short flight of stairs to the loft space. “This is my play area.” She announced as she almost threw me upon the large bed. “Now you get undress or I’ll do it for you.”

“Undress!” I croaked. “Why?”

“Why is none of your business; all you have to do is obey me!” The menace in her voice was obvious, but the prospect of undressing was still one that I couldn’t contemplate. I simply shook my head and then tried to avoid her stare. “I just knew you’d be stubborn!” Faith grinned. It was the grins of a hunter stalking a wounded pray. “I’ll just have to do the job myself.”

It wasn’t even a contest. Every time I’d tried to fight and resist Faith, then she’d beaten me easily. Despite that knowledge I still hadn’t learnt my lesson. Faith wrestled me down before I’d even had the chance to lift myself off the bed.

It shouldn’t be easy for one woman to forcibly undress another but Faith did it. I was bounced and pounded around the room. I had on a pair of ski pants, white t-shirt top and beneath a bra and panties. The t-shirt went first. Faith literally tore it off my back, then my bra; again Faith snatched it off my body. I wanted to scream but for some reason I didn’t. I dodged and twisted, trying to find a way of escaping. There was none. Finally Faith trapped me against the bed. She simply straddled me, facing down my body, her great arse stuffed into my face, depriving me of air and hope. In this position Faith pulled down my ski pants and finally my briefs. I was naked and trapped beneath a woman stronger and heavier than myself.

“Your face fits my ass perfectly.” Faith laughed. She glanced back over her shoulder. “You are going to lick my pussy and my ass.” She laughed again, “Then I’m going to have Brian fuck you, only he won’t know it’s you, ‘cause your skinny face will be under my sweaty ass.”

I didn’t believe her. I didn’t believe that anyone could simply dominate and abuse another person and so utterly break them, not in the few hours that Faith had at her disposal. I was wrong. I misunderstood the power she had over me, the fear that came from being smothered. The more she ground my face into her ass, then the more desperate I became for it to stop. If doing what she said was the only way, and then finally that was what I had to do.

Faith lifted her ass off my face. I drew in a breath of air, still staring into the stretch fabric of her knickers. “Well?” Faith asked coolly.

“Alright!” I gasped. “What ever you want!”

“Good girl. I knew you’d see the light.” She laughed at her own joke; beneath her ass I’d see little light. Faith was a big woman, and her ass was built to generous proportions.

I was just grateful that she wasn’t sitting on my face. It hurt, it smelt, it was scary, it had no redeeming features. Faith climbed off me. I was grateful for that, even though it felt as if she was still sitting on me. I was so grateful that I barely moved, there was the simply pleasure of no longer being smothered.

I simply watched as Faith stripped. I had to admit that bid though she was; Faith wasn’t fat. She was powerful and now that she was naked I could see how powerful. I must have been mad to think that I could fight her. I didn’t even move or fight when Faith came back. She straddled me, looking arrogantly down into my battered and beaten face.

“Ever licked pussy?” She smiled. She must have known the answer even before I replied.

“No!” I whispered, my mouth was dry, my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth.

Faith sat back, crushing my tits beneath that generous behind. “Look there!” As she spoke Faith pointed between her legs. I knew what she meant and reluctantly I obeyed. Faith had the sparsest of ginger brown pubic hair. It was very obvious that she shaved often and well beyond the needs of a bikini line, literally all she processed was a ginger brown pathway pointing towards her sex.

All this exposed her sex, leaving the pink slit bare and open to my gaze. “Keep looking!” Faith laughed mirthlessly, as she shifted forwards until she was positioned directly above my face.

I could smell her, see her and almost touch her. I could see how her outer sex lips were open and glistening, I could see past her entrance and deep into the inner folds of her sex. It was a view I’d never had before and I was both revolted and yet fascinated.

“Look up!” Faith demanded and I found myself staring up the impressive length of her body, past her cunt, over her flat belly, between the mounds of her tits and into that cold, cruel face. There was no mercy, no compassion in that face, just an absolute look of confidence, buoyed by the knowledge that I was hers. She was enjoying ordering me, enjoying the fact that I obeyed her. I suppose she was getting a huge charge from dominating the wife of her lover. If I had been a threat then I was no longer.

Now, shockingly Faith started to rub herself, with her fingers bare inches from my face, she started to finger fuck herself. It was as if she’d opened a sealed door. I was assailed by the strong, pungent seemingly trapped within her cunt. I gagged, gasping for air that wasn’t permeated with her stink.

Faith grabbed my hair, pulling my face back. She had her fingers, still glistening with her juices, a fingernail from my face. “Lick them.” And when I didn’t she pushed her fingers between my closed lips. I couldn’t stop her. I tried but with my arms pinned beneath her legs and my head trapped between her thighs I was helpless. “Suck.” She commanded coldly and I did, trying to block out what I was tasting.

Faith repeated the action not once but twice more until I was sucking at her fingers like a baby sucks on her mother’s teat. “Now its time for the real thing.” She laughed.

I didn’t plead or beg but accepted my fate. I knew that if I snivelled and implored Faith then all I would be doing was heightening her satisfaction and ultimately the strength of her domination over me. So tentatively I let my tongue reach up and brush against the lips to her sex. Faith shifted slightly, sinking lower, so that my tongue slid across the threshold and into her crevice

“Lick and suck, you slut!” Faith growled, settling across my face.

I did my best, swallowing my pride along with the goo that flowed from Faith’s cunt. I knew that I was an object to her, a living dildo, there to create her orgasm. I licked, sucked, drank at her fountain, learning what pleased her, praying that she would come soon, that my punishment might be over.

Faith was pulling my face up into her cunt, grinding herself against me, swearing and cursing. “Faster bitch!” I remember her screaming and absurdly I tried to speed up. I so wanted her to come and then she did. Faith’s body went into spasms following a grunt and for the second time in my life I witnessed another woman’s orgasm. Faith quite literally came all over me, smearing herself across my face, depriving me once more of air as she came and came.

Finally she collapsed, slumping forwards onto her elbows, burying me under her body. I flapped my arms, twisted, and kicked, anything to attract her attention. I shouted but her body muffled my voice. I started to see stars and in my desperation I thought that my end was near, then she rolled away, leaving me gasping for breath.

“Very good, for a beginner, that was very good.” Faith gasped, the smirk was etched across her face. “In time and with practice, you could become very good.”

“No way.” I retorted. “I’ll never be a lesbian.” I tried to rise but I felt so weak and anyway Faith just pushed me back.

“You are going no where.” She snapped. “Not until I say so.” As she spoke Faith rose to her feet. She was unsteady; perhaps she was still feeling the effects of her orgasm. “I said that you had to lick my ass, that’s next.”

“No!” I cried, trying once more to rise but Faith batted me down. She straddled me once more, but this time facing down my body. I stared into the dark crevice of her ass as she spread herself across me. Once again I was being submerged beneath her hot, sweaty, smelly body.

“Lick my ass. I want to feel your tongue inside my ass, then I may let you leave.” Faith presented her ass for my inspection and adulation.

I had a decision to make. Either choice was obnoxious and awful. Either I paid homage to Faith’s ass hole or I spent more time flooded by her stink. It wasn’t much of a choice. I had no options. So I started to tongue her ass hole, that little brown wrinkled hole. I closed my eyes and extended my tongue until I touched flesh, then I opened my eyes. I could have sworn that her tiny brown eye was laughing at me.

Faith was facing me again and once more my tongue and face was buried inside her cunt. She was accepting my adulation as if it were right. I made her come and this time the praise was greater and I almost glowed. “You learn fast.” Faith had laughed. “I think you could become my own personal cunt sucker, would you like?”

I wasn’t sure if she meant it. I just stared up her magnificent body.

She laughed and then tugged at my hair, pulling my head back. I tried not to cry out but my eyes watered with the pain. “I asked you a question!” Faith snarled through her laughter.

I didn’t know what to say, eventually I whispered. “I can’t be a lesbian.”

“Really?” The smile was evil. “So if I did this …” Faith reached behind her and brushed her palm across my nipples. I jumped in shock. “Like that?” Faith chuckled to herself. She touched me again. I was willing my body not to respond. It would almost be the final humiliation if after everything she’d made me do; my own body betrayed me. “Like having my tittie’s played with, do you? I should have asked Brian?” All the time Faith’s hand slid across my breasts, pausing to circle my nipples. “Do you get wet quickly? I do, but then you know that, you know how wet I get.” She chuckled again. “I’m getting wet just thinking about getting wet.”

I could feel my nipples beginning to tingle. I knew what that meant. I tried to think about anything, something that would distract me, but it was no use. I felt my nipples rise and heard Faith’s squeal of triumph. “I knew you could be turned.” She pinched my nipple. I cried out, partially stifling the sound. “Did that hurt?” She laughed. “Pain or pleasure? Its your choice.”

It was no choice and Faith knew it. I either submitted to her twisted form of lesbianism or she’d hurt me; either way I was losing, but then I was already lost, how else could describe what had happened to me this afternoon. “Pleasure.” I forced myself to say and tried not to look into Faith’s exultant face.

“Earn it then.” Faith demanded, pulling my face into her sopping, come soaked cunt as her fingers sought their way between my legs. Faith made me keep my eyes open and locked on her face, as her fingers explored my cunt. I wasn’t wet but Faith found my clitoris and soon I was squirming and twisting, at least as much as Faith’s one hundred and twenty five pounds allowed. All the time Faith was smiling, knowing that with each minute that passed I was falling more and more under her spell.

There was just one thing that I could think of, that Faith hadn’t done to me but soon she was changing that. I could feel my own climax beginning to build and whilst I was naïve of lesbian sex Faith obviously wasn’t. “Don’t fight it!” She sniggered. “I bet you don’t fight when Brian had that cute dick of his up you. Come on cunt sucker, give in. I’ll win in the end.”

I allowed myself one last desperate mental resistance and then gave in, allowing my climax to wash through me, forgetting everything, even Faith’s sneering face. As I came down Faith once more shifted position. Again I found myself eyehole to ass hole and immediately I started to tongue her. She laughed. “That’s right, worship my ass you worthless piece of shit.”

I ignored the insult. I was past caring or even wondering when this would end. It had to, if Faith kept me here to long then it would be kidnapping and anyway Brian would wonder where I was. It had to end. I just had to keep this mad woman satisfied.

Faith was on her mobile. I hadn’t see her pick it up, but my view was somewhat obscured by her ass. I could hear what she was saying, but not the reply.

“Come round now.” Faith said.

“Yes, now, this minute.” Faith replied.

“Why? I have a surprise for you.” Faith answered.

“No, come round and you’ll find out.” Faith retorted.

“The door will be open, come straight up to the flat.” Faith informed her mystery friend.

It was only then that I realised what she was suggesting. She had summoned someone else to join us. I panicked and my panic at last attracted Faith’s attention. She looked over her back at me. “What’s wrong? I thought you’d like to see your husband!”

I went cold, absolute stone cold zero cold. I tried to speak but my mouth just wouldn’t work.

Faith looked on in amusement. “Cat got your tongue.” She smiled, that evil callous smile.

“You can’t bring Brian round!” I found my voice and the words were blurted out. “Please, don’t, call him back, tell him anything but please don’t let him see me like this, please. I beg you!” I wasn’t kidding. I really was grovelling. I would do anything and I told her that.

“Of course you will.” Faith answered almost sweetly. “You will do exactly what I say, when I say it, without question or disobedience. Understand?”

“I understand.” I submitted to her.

“Good, now, should I ring Brian, tell him not to come round?”

For a brief moment hope surged, then Faith lifted her ass over my face. “It would annoy me if I did.” She threatened and I knew that I was beat.

“Please don’t call him.” I whispered.

“Good girl.” Faith smiled and repositioned herself. “I think that we should formalise our arrangement; from now on you will call me Mistress, you will be my ass-licking slave and I own you body and soul. Understand?”

“Yes!” I was desperate. I would have agreed to anything, anything that kept her breath removing, sweaty ass from off my face.

“Yes what?”

“Yes Mistress.” I answered, as a good dutiful slave should.

“Good …” Before Faith could say anymore Brian’s voice drifted up from the shop. I froze and stared in desperation at her. She had promised, hadn’t she, but even if she had it was to late now. Brian was here and he was bound to see me. “Keep quiet.” Faith whispered. “Just keep pleasing my ass.”

I was truly mortified. I tried to obey but all I could think of was the certainty that Brian was about to discover me stark naked and licking his Mistresses ass. I heard Brian on the stairs and then his low exclamation as he saw up.

“Wow! Faith this is brilliant!”

“Glad you think so.” Purred Faith. “I went to a great deal of trouble to arrange this.” She shifted slightly, burying me beneath her sweaty ass. Even Brian wouldn’t have recognised me from simply my forehead.

“Aren’t you going to introduce us?” Brian asked.

“Nope!” Faith shifted again, crushing me beneath her ass. I could barely breath, but I was almost obscured by her movements. “You can fuck her, actually you have to fuck her, but that’s all. You will never know who she is.”

Brian was quiet for a moment and then he spoke. “Let me get this straight. I can fuck her, how often?”

“Once and then you leave!” Faith commanded.

“Right. So the deal is that I fuck her the once and then leave? Where will you be?” I could hear the excitement in his voice.

“Here, watching. Well? Do I have a deal?”

“I can do anything to her?”

“Fuck her in the butt if you want, but make your mind up.”

I heard the rustle of clothing and I assumed that Brian was undressing.

“A deal?” Faith asked one more time.

“A deal.” Brian’s cracked voice agreed. Then I felt his hands beginning to explore me helpless and open body. He stroked and touched every inch, taking a time he never normally took over me. I reacted, already stimulated by Faith’s skilled fingers my nipples rose and soon my cunt was leaking juice.

I wasn’t ready for his mouth on my muff; he never did that with me. I jumped as if stuck and only Faith’s ass in my face stopped me from crying out. It was so good. I never knew that Brian was so inventive. I was coming almost before I knew it. Once again Faith’s ass stifled my cries, but I was bouncing and she had to hold on.

Brian replaced his tongue with his dick, this I did know, but somehow it seemed harder and longer. It was incredible; he was better with me as an anonymous woman than with me as his wife.

The pace he set was furious, his balls slapped against my ass cheeks. He was swearing, cursing and Faith was egging him on and then I knew that he was coming and that started a chain reaction in my crotch. As his sperm crashed against my womb walls I came and came. The feeling was so intense that I was left giddy in its aftermath.

I was almost unconscious as I heard Faith order Brian to leave. He begged to stay, pleading that now he was ready for a real meal. “Save it for your skinny slut of a wife.” Faith laughed.

“She isn’t worth the effort.” Brian answered.

“Oh come on lover.” Goaded Faith. “She must be good for something!”

“Yeah sure, and when I find out what it is, I’ll let you know. Come on Faith, when can I see you?”

“Next week. I’ll be in touch, now get lost.” She commanded.

I heard Brian dressing and then his feet on the stairs. “Hey, I forgot to ask. Did she enjoy it?”

“Who cares?” Laughed Faith. “I didn’t ask her if she wanted to fuck with you, so why ask if she enjoyed it.”

“One last question?”

“No, I won’t tell her who she is.” Retorted Faith. As she spoke she reached behind her and grabbed my hair, tugging me closer, if that were possible. “Just go, and no tricks.” She commanded.

She didn’t move until she was sure that Brian had left, by then I was almost out of it, suffocated and starved of air by her huge butt. I was seeing stars and my chest was aching before she rolled away, leaving me unpinned for the first time in I don’t know how long. I lay there, destroyed, humiliated, aching and sore and to tired to even move.

“The bathroom’s through there.” She pointed the way. “Go and clean yourself up.” As soon as I tried to stand I fell over, my legs were made of jelly. Faith just laughed. “See how tiring licking my cunt is?”

I dragged myself to the bathroom and managed to clean myself up. I did feel absolutely exhausted and knew that there was no way I could leave the shop without Faith’s permission.

I didn’t know what to expect when I returned to her bedroom, but Faith showed me. Soon I was on my knees before her, my tongue buried inside her sopping cunt. I made her climax, not once but twice and then she stuffed that huge ass in my face. So I licked her ass again, submerging myself inside her sweaty ass crack.

I only finished when she was satisfied. A last smothering beneath her ass was my reward.

I was sent to clean myself once more and then Faith released me from her service. “Get dressed!” Was her dismissal, she dressed herself and went downstairs into the body of the shop. I followed as soon as I could. I still felt exhausted and even dressing was a slow and difficult process.

“You look like shit.” She laughed.

“I feel it.” I mumbled. It still felt as if she were sitting on me, even when I walked it felt as if I were carrying her with me.

“You need a job.” She began. “Be here tomorrow, ten o’clock. You can serve in the shop, that is when you’re not serving me.” With that I was steered from the shop, into the sunlight and seemingly with my immediate future mapped out for me.