1. The Facesitting Bar (Part 4)


    Date: 12/6/2023, Categories: Facesitting, Author: AndreaJordan 

    ... tomb in an Indiana Jones movie, leaving an eerier silence in the bar.

Natalie felt it too, the warm, safe confinement of a cell that may never open. The woman’s hot pink panties had slipped to the side and Natalie’s lips were going deeper. She kissed her voluptuous buttocks, but despite her affection, they just sat as an unyielding barrier between her and the world.

Natalie’s cries morphed again into uncontrolled arousal. The curvy woman had left a vibrator in the coffin-shaped box, and Natalie pressed the sex toy between her own legs.

Jake and the curvy woman sat in the hush, sipping their drinks, “Does everyone get off when you sit on them?” he asked.

“You’d be surprised,” the curvy woman replied, “…the thrill of being trapped beneath flesh … and the scent from my orgasm.”

“You masturbated on her face?”

The woman nodded. “Humiliation soon becomes arousal, and she wants to cum too. Poor little thing is ready to give herself to her lover, but all she has at the moment of climax is my butt,” the woman smoothed her red cocktail dress around her, “Imagine her confusion as she comes down from her sexual high and my butt is still hugging her tight. Like the perfect man… she can’t help but form a permanent attachment.”

“Wow!” Jake freed up his erect cock as he walked to the bar, this time returning with the bottle.

“Right on cue,” the curvy woman whispered as the aroused pleading started again, “…oral.”

This time Jake just swigged from the ...
    ... bottle.

“Yes… Stockholm syndrome, subservience, call it what you will. Your little bunny’s on a semi-asphyxiated sexual high with my body controlling her life. Shall I let her in?”

Jake nodded and the woman edged forward, opened her legs, and reached beneath her red dress to ease her lingerie to the side. Jake watched as the woman’s cries built, echoing Natalie’s muffled sounds beneath. She shook and bounced, waves floating through the red fabric, leaving Jake’s imagination to picture everything beneath. Both women orgasmed together, Natalie’s cries crescendoed and then fell back to a whimper.

“Thank you, sweetie,” the woman called down, “… but nothing will buy you your freedom.”

Natalie’s response vibrated through the woman’s body followed by pleading moans and a muted struggle as Natalie attempted to re-join the world. The curvy woman sat in a peaceful dream on top. Her buttocks were motionless as they maintained their grip on their captive.

“Please?” Natalie mouthed. She kissed the woman’s cheeks, but they were in a mean mood, just like her earlier. Natalie smiled; she knew she deserved this humiliation.

*

An hour later, Jake was sitting alone at the bar when the curvy woman returned with a shy and exhausted Natalie. Her dazed blue eyes looked innocent, hiding the fact that she had begged the curvy woman to lock her in the handcuffs that now secured Natalie’s wrists behind her back.

Her blinking blue eyes, tousled hair and smudged make-up made her look younger ...
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