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She sat down firmly, and as she had mentioned, she was not wearing underwear. Her sweat facilitated my plunge into her hot, dark crevice. As her ample weight rested upon me, I was forced tightly inside her massive ass.
Sorry, I got carried away. Time for a quick recap.
Round one: a nameless, obese, American woman accidently sat on me on my bus ride to my resort in Mexico. She clued in too late, but we made the best of an odd situation.
Round two: we met up at the resort, and I spent most of my vacation either feeding her, fucking her, or being smothered by her weight. It was amazing.
We exchanged names eventually, and regretted that we lived on opposite ends of our own country.
The bus ride back to the airport might be our last moment, unless we were lucky enough to sit on the plane together.
Meanwhile, we were living in the present. I had positioned my head on the bizarre seat in the back of the bus– there was a square of cushion lower than the space around it, and it was where I first met her.
Though I was seated normally the first time, I had resumed my secondary position from that first day: face up, awaiting her pair of pale, mammoth cheeks to consume me.
She was older than me by a few years, but she was pretty much my sexual soulmate. I was sad that this could be the last time she sat on my face.
I looked up into my impending prison. I took a breath.
We had practiced this a lot in the last week. She was excellent at pushing me to my limits, and fulfilling my darkest desire. Before her, I could only experience my kink through porn and my dwindling imagination.
Then I was under her, and the overwhelming pressure told me she was fully seated.
I became hard instantly. Nobody would see us back here, nobody knew what we were up to. The friends I came with knew we had met, but they were unaware what happened in her bedroom back at the resort.
She sighed, and I could hear her muffled noise all around me. Her flesh was warm and humid. I wiggled in a little more and my nose pushed against her asshole.
Sadly, I was human, and needed oxygen. I tapped her leg, and she slowly made the effort to sit up a little.
I sucked in air through the thin slice of light that poured into my dark world.
She sat down again. My dick was so hard that it was sore. The bus bounced going over a set of speed bumps and my nose pushed deep into her musky hole. It tensed and relaxed, sensing my shallow penetration. I couldn’t sniff, but I wanted to.
I felt my pants being unzipped. I tilted my neck back as much as I could, and pressed my mouth against her puckered entrance. I pushed my tongue inside and heard her moan softly.
She tugged at me inside my shorts as I tasted her insides. I was starting to suffer oxygen deprivation badly, but I kept licking her and seeing how long I could survive.
I tapped her leg, and she just wiggled back and forth for five long seconds before sitting up. She never stopped jacking me off.
She plopped down again after I took one panicked breath. It wouldn’t be long now.
I saw stars, and my chest shuddered as survival instincts started to kick in. I lost her asshole, and just submitted to being suffocated. She frantically jerked me as I shook and spasmed under her gravity.
There was no air, but I called out into the void of her prison as I came wildly, likely into her other hand. I throbbed in her grip as my lungs were stressed to their limit.
She got up, and allowed me to slip out, not unlike our first time. I crawled out, and took a seat next to her as I cleaned up, and tied up my shorts.
I panted and coughed as she giggled with content.
“Mmm,” she said biting her plump lip, “Was that good?”
“Always,” I gasped, still collecting myself. “Crazy good.”
“Nice,” she said.
“Thanks. Sorry I didn’t do anything for you,” I said, as I threw the balled up tissue to the floor she had handed me. She knew the drill at this point. But I felt bad that only I had finished.
“You did,” she sighed deeply. “I’ll have that memory fresh in my mind the next time I need to get off.”
I looked around, happy that we were totally secluded back here. I saw trees escort bayan zooming past as we carried on down the highway.
The smell of our sweat was palpable. I looked at her, and she looked at me. We kissed, and held hands while we talked the rest of the way.
We arrived at the airport, and I used a kiosk to see if I could change my seat, but everything was booked.
We hung out until the plane was boarding. My friends gave me space to say goodbye.
“At least we had the bus,” she said somberly. She was more mature than me– she knew that our time was over, but she still seemed bummed about it.
“Yeah,” I said. “But you have my number. We can stay in touch.”
“Of course!” she said enthusiastically. “Maybe we’ll see each other again one day, but we should still talk until then. I can’t quit you, cold turkey.”
“Aw,” I said. “Same. So…”
We hugged. I cherished the feeling of her cushioned embrace, and I desperately tired remembering her scent the best I could.
She kissed me goodbye.
I boarded the plane with my friends, and took my aisle seat. She walked by, and winked at me as she passed. More than likely, we’d land somewhere else, and I’d leave the plane for a transfer while she stayed on for her further flight.
I talked to my buddies about my trip while the plane took off. They still didn’t fully understand why I found her so amazing. But it didn’t matter. I had my reasons.
Not long into the flight, I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was her, smiling brightly. She beckoned me with her finger, and I followed her swaying hips to the back of the plane.
It was fairly empty back here, and it reminded me of our wheeled transport back in Mexico.
“They made me book two seats ’cause of my fat ass, but there’s nobody sitting near me!” She laughed as she pointed to the window seat. The back three rows were nearly empty. I took the seat by the window.
“So, I was thinking,” she said, and wiggled into the two seats next to me. Her waist really needed two seats. “This flight’s pretty long. Hours and hours.”
I nodded.
“How long can you really last under me?” She looked at me intensely.
“Long as you want to,” I said confidently.
“No, but like… people THINK they can eat twenty hot dogs until they get to ten and realize it’s harder than they thought.”
“What?” I asked while chuckling.
“Never mind. I mean, I kinda wanna sit on your lap for the rest of the trip.”
“Awesome,” I said.
“You’re sure?” she asked, unsure of my stamina.
“Come on,” I said, patting my lap.
She huffed and smiled hungrily at me. She sat up, and turned her ass towards me. It was a thin, flowing dress, and my shorts were pretty thin and soft. It was almost like having skin to skin.
I aligned my butt to the left of the middle of my window seat. That way, she could sit in both seats, with her right hip resting against the interior of the plane, and I was right in the middle of her ass crack. It just meant I’d have less cushion under me.
She lowered herself, and her weight slowly engulfed me. She also leaned back, pressing my upper half into her back. I was buried in her brown hair. Her shampoo smell mixed with her salty pheromones.
She was sweaty, and warm, and though she wasn’t sitting on my face, it was still a mild struggle to breathe.
She sighed, and didn’t even ask if I was good before wiggling in, getting comfy for a long flight.
My arms were pinned under her ass. Her large thighs likely hid my legs completely. If anyone came looking for me, they’d think I had simply vanished.
In a way, I had. I was in the dark of her wavy hair, pressed almost painfully into the uncomfortable seat. The lack of proper cushioning was even more apparent being squashed under her hundreds of pounds.
I had a boner within seconds.
After half an hour, I was starting to think that she was right: twenty hot dogs WAS too much.
My legs were numb, and there was a dull pain in my kidneys. I was warm, and sweaty, and tingly. My boner was downgraded to a permanent chubby. I was still turned on, but there was no room to get any harder.
The first time this whole scenario happened by bursa eskort bayan mistake, she was mortified. She had tried to get up, but couldn’t. She was concerned for me.
Not anymore. She loved that I was trapped. She probably enjoyed the fact that she was hurting me a little.
I needed air, even just something flowing on my face. The heat was stifling. But I was too stubborn to tell her I was struggling so early.
After a full hour, she asked, “You good?”
“Yup,” I managed.
“Am I hurting you?” she sounded only mildly concerned.
“Nope.”
“I know I am. I told you this was tougher than you thought.”
She wiggled against me, killing my thighs.
“I’m gonna order food soon, I can see the cart coming. You want something? Maybe to drink?”
I told her no. was thirsty, but I was dedicated to being her seat. I didn’t want to fuck around with snacks or a plastic cup. I just wanted to remain under her crushing weight.
I could hear the flight attendant approaching, offering food and beverage in that tired, polite voice.
I was a little worried she would spot my foot sticking out, and discover our bizarre fetish in play. But my lady ordered her food and drink, and wasn’t accused of anything.
I sat there, aching, as she ate her meal, and drank her ginger ale.
“I miss when you were feeding me,” she whispered.
“I know. Me too,” I said, doing my best to sound casual. But I was in great discomfort. My whole body was sore, and going numb.
I realized that this would eventually kill me, in a highly hypothetical scenario. If this lasted days. Like a lack of sleep for too long, or going days without water, you weren’t supposed to be squashed by a heavy woman for long.
I could feel my arteries under pressure. My ribs were aching. It felt like I might be bruised later.
Or maybe it was all in my head, and wasn’t all the bad.
Two hours in, I was going crazy.
She reclined her seat– which was actually two, and was laying back a little. Now my chest had extra weight on it, soft as she was.
My legs were having little tremors. My lungs hurt from the constant restriction. My boner was gone, I think, but my body was so numb I could have still been hard without knowing it. But I still found this all very sexy, in theory. I was just so uncomfortable.
I wondered if anybody noticed I was gone, like anybody working on the plane. They would have known I wasn’t in the bathroom. If anyone asked my friends, they’d send them back here.
I almost wanted to be rescued at this point.
Hour three, we hit some nasty turbulence. If I thought speedbumps in the bus were bad, I had another thing coming.
The plane shook, bouncing up and down suddenly. Her body pounded against me like a jackhammer.
She went to ask me how I was but was interrupted by a very violent bout of turbulence. She seemed airborne (no pun intended) for a second, and she slammed down on me hard. The wind was knocked out of me. My tailbone ached.
I struggled to catch my breath. I sucked in air, trying hard not to black out.
I moaned a little as I started to worry I had to call it quits.
Hour four was different. Also, the only reason I knew the time was because she would relay it to me every so often. I didn’t ask. Maybe it was partly her toying with me.
Anyways, after four hours, she started chatting with me a bit more.
“This must be a world record,” she said with a giggle.
“Yeah,” I groaned.
“You want me to get up?”
“…Yes,” I said in pain. I gave up. I was in mild agony all over.
“Too bad,” she sighed. And didn’t budge.
Hmm. I wasn’t sure if she knew I was serious.
“I’m serious,” I grunted.
“I know,” she said, sounding bored. “You’ll have to beg.”
Wow. She was never this domineering before. She was being a perfectly cruel bitch, and I loved her for it. Mostly.
I was in legit pain.
“Tell me why you want me up.” She said it very playfully, begging me to emphasize my struggle.
“I hurt everywhere,” I groaned.
“But why?” she pleaded.
“You’re…heavy.” I choked.
“But I thought you liked me sitting on you,” escort bursa she countered.
“Y-yeah…” was all I could say.
She spread her legs a little. I could sense movement in her right arm. She had reached between her legs. I think she was rubbing herself, over her dress. But I couldn’t see anything.
“You fed me, got me to put on even more weight,” she sighed, “Now I’m too heavy?”
The games we play when we need to get off, I swear. It might seem ridiculous to the outside observer, but in that moment? Oh boy.
She touched herself, likely keeping an eye out for onlookers here and there.
“You want me up?” she said as she masturbated to the situation we were in.
“Please,” I begged, and most of me sincerely meant it. I was going insane from the sweat, and the heat, and the pressure. I felt like I was in a microwave that was simultaneously crushing me to death.
“Beg me to get off,” she whimpered to me.
Ah. Ah-ha.
“Get off,” I squeaked.
“You can’t come like this, can you?” she said in a tone that seemed out of place for the mood we had set.
“No.” I coughed.
“I can. I’m gonna come while I crush you. And after I come, I’m still not getting up.”
I whimpered at the prospect of being subjected to this any longer than I already had.
“Aw, little man can’t take it? Beg me then.”
“I want you to get off,” I said through gritted teeth.
“Yeah,” she moaned softly as she rubbed herself. Probably rubbing her clit through her dress.
“Tell me to come,” she whispered.
“Come,” I grunted.
Her hips were gyrating as she ground my own pelvis into dust.
“Come…come…come…” I repeated, my mantra taking every last unit of oxygen I had to speak.
The longer the duration, the heavier she felt. Like I was being crushed by a scale with weights being added by the minute.
It felt like if this went on too long, my bones would break, and my muscles would burst, and I’d be completely flat.
She started to pant louder as she approached her orgasm. I kept telling her to come, and she kept trying as she jostled around.
She came, restricting herself from screaming by holding her breath. I could hear the shuddering exhales and sharp inhales as her body quivered all around me.
It was the best.
She sighed, and fidgeted with her dress. She probably had to pull it out from pushing the fabric inside of herself.
“Amazing,” she said with a long sigh. “Thank you.”
I was suddenly very tired. Apparently, she was too.
“I was gonna have a nap, do you want to get out yet?” she asked casually.
Was she serious? Did she not just finish herself to the level of crushing discomfort I had been in for hours?
Maybe it was because I hadn’t had my own climax, maybe it was because I knew I might not ever see her again, but I replied, “No. Have a nap.” I must have been out of my mind.
She giggled with sleepy, cozy pleasure as she said, “Okay, baby.”
After a few minutes, she was out like a light. I remained awake, in her sweltering darkness, as I felt her body relax even more than when she was awake.
I remained under her, and felt the day’s events weighing heavy on me in tandem with her own wondrous mass.
I can’t say for sure if I dreamed, or if I had passed out, or if I was just tripping from exhaustion and dehydration.
But I imagined the next steps. She would eventually get off me, and I’d say goodbye once more, and that would be it.
I’d make my way back home, as would she. I’d think about her, the heavy, beautiful woman who eventually told me her name, the name I’ll never tell you.
We’d stay in touch, as we said we would. But I knew for me, it was never going to last. I couldn’t stay away from her forever. I was addicted to her, as she was hooked on me.
I’d come to her coast, the one opposite to mine, and we’d make it work. I wanted to be under her. She wanted me to feed her. And vice versa.
We’d make it work. I knew it.
I just knew it.
The announcement came through the speakers. The plane would be landing shortly. She stirred, and asked, “Time to get up?”
I nodded.
I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stand. Or if I hadn’t bruised a rib. But I knew one thing for sure– I knew that we would make it work.
I knew our goodbye wouldn’t be the last time I saw her. I’d stop everything I was doing with my life, just to be her seat, and to be her lover, and to fulfill her every need.
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