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QuoteAnnie was having a ball ââ,¬â€œ she hadnââ,¬â,,¢t been out to a club for years. This was her first fun outing since the divorce ââ,¬â€œ and she felt a little self conscious. At 45, she was more than twice the age of most of the people out in town for a Saturday night. That didnââ,¬â,,¢t bother her as much as her size ââ,¬â€œ it was not just her weight, but she was undeniably huge ââ,¬â€œ she didnââ,¬â,,¢t think that her huge thighs or bottom would attract many men, but she knew that her huge cleavage on display just might. She had on a tightly hugging thin jumper that squeezed together and lifted up those massive breasts. Plus she was unusually tall. In any case, she was only out to have fun with friends, but she was secretly hoping to have some special fun tonight.

She was determined to enjoy the club, even though it was completely packed with people, very noisy, and very hot. She was sweating so much and getting to the bar for a drink took ages. There wasnââ,¬â,,¢t much room to move around, which only made her a bit more self conscious, especially every time she pushed against somebody with that huge bum.

But then a smart man caught her eye and offered her a drink. He was quite small ââ,¬â€œ especially compared to her, his head only reaching to her boobs. But they danced, and they had fun. She noticed that he could not keep his eyes off her chest and, being a little bit drunk, decided to have a little more fun. After a dance she manouvered him to a gap at the wall to chat. He had his back to the wall and she pressed forwards slightly so that her huge breasts were close to his face, but carried on chatting pretending that it was so busy behind her that she was being pushed towards him. She felt so naughty and daring doing this in public. She pressed forwards a bit more, making it obvious that this was no accident. It made her feel powerful. His face was pressed into her jumper at her breasts. Looking down she grinned ââ,¬â€œ each boob was easily bigger than his head. She pressed forwards futher, now squashing his face into her cleavage, and a moment later leaned her whole weight forwards, her flesh surrounding his head, smothering him in her huge cleavage. After a few moments her struggled and pushed her back ââ,¬â€œ he was flushed but obviously excited. So she did it again.

She saw that a young couple to her right had noticed what she was doing, and she looked straight at them and, with a broad smile, squeezed her boobs together with her hands, very slowly and deliberately. Then she released her captive man ââ,¬â€œ he didnââ,¬â,,¢t notice the couple, he was completely transfixed by that massive chest. This time she leaned back a little ââ,¬â€œ giving the couple beside them a clear view, and put her hand round the back of the manââ,¬â,,¢s head. She was strong, and easily pulled his face forwards into that cleavage. He didnââ,¬â,,¢t resist at all.

They left the club giggling soon after and headed to his apartment. He was younger than her ââ,¬â€œ in his mid 30s ââ,¬â€œ and some kind of professional. She couldnââ,¬â,,¢t remember what but was looking forwards to having some more fun with him. She felt free and uninhibited.

Back at his place they did have fun, and ended up in is bedroom. Lying in bed she asked him if he had any secret fantasies. He blushed, hesitant to say. They relaxed and got comfortable and he confessed in her ear. ââ,¬Å"I like dominant womenââ,¬Â he stammered. He was nervous. His lips were quivering. He put his hand on her naked buttock. ââ,¬Å"I like having my face sat onââ,¬Â. He paused. ââ,¬Å"Really sat on, by a relaxing women using me as her cushion, squashing me under her for hours, making my head disappearââ,¬Â. His breathing was heavy and irregular. ââ,¬Å"Holding me there and not letting me escapeââ,¬Â ââ,¬â€œ another pause ââ,¬â€œ ââ,¬Å"while she relaxes and maybe even enjoys herselfââ,¬Â. He gasped. And then sat back quietly. He didnââ,¬â,,¢t mention that it was indeed a fantasy ââ,¬â€œ he had never experienced it.

Annie thought for a moment. There were a few reasons why it might not be a good idea. She was very heavy and would surely crush him. Her bottom was huge ââ,¬â€œ so wide ââ,¬â€œ what if she hurt him. Not only that, but she really needed a shower, and knew she was sweaty and oily down there. But she was a bit turned on by the idea, and he was so keen. Why was he making such a fuss about it, as if it was difficult to do? She stood up and instructed him to lie back on the bed, with his head near the end. She walked around the bed, watching his face carefully, as he watched her huge naked body approaching. In only a moment she was standing at the end of the bed, facing away from him ââ,¬â€œ looking directly into the mirrored wardrobe. She sat down and relaxed. He was struggling a bit. She looked at the mirror. She was sitting in the soft bed ââ,¬â€œ his head had disappeared right into the mattress, and she could only see a small tuft of his hair. She chuckled. His hand were on her thighs trying to push up, then her buttocks. He couldnââ,¬â,,¢t move her at all. He was really struggling. She quite liked it. She noticed how slim his arms were compared to her massive thighs, especially when she sat like this. She wondered for a moment if he could breathe. She watched him struggling. Maybe he couldnââ,¬â,,¢t breathe ââ,¬â€œ she noticed his struggles were getting a bit weaker. Perhaps she should get off for a moment. His feeble attempts to lift her off seemed even weaker. But he had said to relax for hours, that was what he liked. It must be fine. Still ââ,¬â€œ she pondered for a few moments. Better lift off just in case. She leaned forwards and lifted up, heard his desperate gasping.

She thought to herself: he likes that? Being smothered and squashed? That I can do. She sat back down, cutting off his gasps. This time she leaned back a little, gripping his wrists in her hands for support. She looked at the mirror again ââ,¬â€œ widened her legs a little. All she could see of him was some hair underneath her own mash of public hair. She looked down behind her, noticing her huge bottom squashing back right back over his chest. He was properly pinned under her ââ,¬â€œ this time he could only kick his legs a bit. She easily held his arms firmly. She lifted up and heard him gasp, then sat down again. He must be loving this. She looked round ââ,¬â€œ yes, he was certainly demonstrating a proud erection. She stretched her legs out, not thinking that this would squash him even more. She relaxed. Hours? No problem. She lifted up after a minute for him to catch his breath, and sat down again.

After a while she felt like a change. And she remembered that he said she should ââ,¬Ëœenjoyââ,¬â,,¢ herself. She knew what he meant and had a good idea.

She sat up straight, not thinking about the massive increase in weight on his face. She let him breathe, and heard his moans and gasping. This time she sat down and lay back on him. She felt her buttocks spread around his face and lifted her head to look in the mirror. She lifted a little so that his head would appear from deep under her in the mattress, and saw her buttocks spread right round his face, his head wedged deeply. She wiggled her bottom, pressing down now, mashing his face in even deeper. Then she reached down, and wiggling again, spread her buttocks with her hands, and squashed down to get him as deeply as she could. His nose was pressing against the base of her opening, and she knew his mouth was near her anus. She wanted him to lick. To stick his tongue in. That was her fantasy, she suddenly realised. The thought of making him do that made her tingle all over.

She lifted up ââ,¬â€œ hearing him gasp. ââ,¬Å"Lick my holeââ,¬Â she commanded softly. ââ,¬Å"Get your tongue inââ,¬Â. Then she set down again, spreading her buttocks wide and pressing his deeply in, crushing his face flat deep in her, his mouth tightly against her sweaty anus. She felt the tip of his tongue try to stick out, but his mouth had been squashed almost closed. It didnââ,¬â,,¢t occur to her that his weight cut off his every movement ââ,¬â€œ she had no idea his eyes were crushed closed, his nose painfully squashed, or that he could not open or close his mouth. But she wanted his tongue ââ,¬â€œ and she was going to take it ââ,¬â€œ to make him do what she wanted. He liked a dominant woman? Now she was going to be dominant and get what she wanted.

She lifted her bottom and dropped back down heavily, as a punishment. She ground down around on his face, mashing his head under her weight. She knew he liked it really. She did this for a while, then gave him some air. And then she lay back down again, lying on her back on top of him, her immense bottom spread around his face. By chance this time his mouth was open a bit wider and he knew he must snake out his tongue ââ,¬â€œ he knew he had no choice at all.

She reached down and started to rub herself. She imagined a man in her while she lay back enjoying this one under her. She rubbed herself slowly, knowing he was enjoying it. It was a misplaced knowledge ââ,¬â€œ he really wasnââ,¬â,,¢t. But she had no idea of that as she slowly rubbed herself and gently gyrated her behind on his face, pulverising him mercilessly.

She let her imagination go, thinking of man after man in her while this one served her behind. It always took her a very long time to get close, perfect for this man underneath her (or so she thought). He had a long useful tongue, and whilst it was constrained by her weight, he was managing to squash it into her hole and just push it in and out. But every time she almost came close she knew she had left him too long without air and had to lift up, hearing him gasp desperately. Sometimes when she lay back down he wouldnââ,¬â,,¢t manage to get his tongue into place, and she would be set back again even further. It was frustrating. But she was still enjoying it.

And then suddenly it crept up on her and she came, the biggest orgasm in years. She slammed her thighs together and writhed in spasm, tightening every muscle, pressing down on him. When she opened her thighs again she realised she had soaked the bed ââ,¬â€œ she felt his hair ââ,¬â€œ it was soaked too. It had been brilliant. She could feel him feebly struggling, and lifted her bottom up again. It was too much effort to sit up. She heard him gasping. ââ,¬Å"Lick my ass cleanââ,¬Â she moaned. He didnââ,¬â,,¢t dare refuse, and slowly, feebly, stuck out his tongue. He couldnââ,¬â,,¢t move his head, his eyes were refusing to open. He was in agony, but started to lick. Her crack was very oily and wet. It matched his face. He ran his tongue around. She was too tired to hold herself up off him, and lay back down again. She had an idea.

She rolled off him and stood up. He was bright pink all over ââ,¬â€œ she grinned. Must have been good. ââ,¬Å"Ready for some serious licking while I squash you?ââ,¬Â she grinned. He just moaned ââ,¬â€œ she took that as a good thing. She knelt over his face, this time facing his feet, and squashed her bottom back into his face again. This time he could lick her bottom while she played with him.

She squashed back and down, and felt him licking up and down slowly while she leaned forwards to play with his penis. He wasnââ,¬â,,¢t hard ââ,¬â€œ she wondered why. She began to rub it, and soon he was solid and firm. She grinned to herself. As she rubbed him he would stop licking and moan. But she wanted him to keep licking, so whenever he stopped she took his balls in her hand and squeezed slowly but powerfully, crushing them in her big strong hand until she was satisfied with his tongue. Then she went back to rubbing him more vigorously. It didnââ,¬â,,¢t take too long and then in moments he hands were covered in a sticky white liquid. She carried on stroking him using his own cum as a lubricant. He began to struggle and she sat back heavily on his face, pinning his arms easily with her legs, her weight stopping him from bucking up in protest. His legs were kicking and struggling, but she carried on amused, punishing the small man.

She realised that it was enough for him, though she had had fun. She leaned back and sat fully on his face again, relaxing for a minute.

Then she climbed off and looked down at him. He didnââ,¬â,,¢t move, just moaned and groaned a little. He wanted to beg her to stop but didnââ,¬â,,¢t have the energy. His whole body ached, but his face really hurt. It had only been an hour, but had seemed an eternity to him.

She leaned forwards and rubbed her boobs in his face, then gave him a little kiss. ââ,¬Å"That was fun, call me if you want to do it againââ,¬Â. She wondered how soon sheââ,¬â,,¢d hear from him.

story by fiona brown

There''s quite a few stories from fionabrown on this forum that hadn''t been credited to her. Should we expect to see an appearance from you in those ones too?