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Re: Facesitting Gone Viral
Original, excellent story. Great work!
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What a fantastic story!! I dig how much of a back and forth you made their match. You really put your time into these stories and it shows.
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Re: Facesitting Gone Viral
Part 4
Stacey laid sullenly on the couch, thumbing her phone, half-watching a Netflix cooking show. Her eyes were puffy, her pretty blue eyes swollen. Braless in a grey sweatshirt and old leggings, her blonde hair hung limply down her head in greasy strings. She hadn't showered in three days and she was starting to be able to smell herself. She didn't even care. Next to a box of tissues, a melty half-carton of lowfat Stevia gelato with a spoon stuck upright in it sat on the coffee table. She may have skipped her workout for three days now, but she wasn't going to fall so far off the wagon as to reach for Rocky Road. Chad had dumped her. He'd kicked her out of his apartment. Literally! His bare foot had impacted with her bare ass and sent her flying her right out the front door. When it finally became clear he was going to leave her, she'd thrown a Hail Mary and tried that thing she'd seen on Alison's site, that thing where you pull down your pants and say "crawl to me." Chad had just snarled at her to grow the fuck up and the next thing she knew, she was stumbling forward, bottomless, tripping over her jeans and panties bunched around her ankles. Her knees and her hands smacked painfully into the carpet in the hallway apartment complex and the door slammed behind her, the deadbolt clicking into place. The icing on the cake was when that damn kid came up behind her and snapped that picture. She'd tried to chase him down, but only tripped over her own panties a second time. And Chad hadn't returned a single one of her messages since. "Grow the fuck up, Stacey." She could still hear the contempt in his tone. Frankly, she thought she was pretty damn well grown. Standing 5'10", she was 140 pounds of lean, sexy, feminine muscle. She had her workouts down to a science – not too much weight, not too few reps, absolutely no cheat days – well, at least not until the past three days. She loved the way her calves and thighs felt like granite while her tight, round butt and perky 36C girls were still ever so soft and full and feminine. She'd been blessed with beautiful delicate features, flowing blonde hair, and the cutest pert nose in the Tri-State area. She knew she could have absolutely cleaned house as a stripper, probably even could have been a professional model, but she'd done her parents proud by getting a Master of Veterinary Science degree before her 23rd birthday. And now a year later, some spoiled frat boy an inch shorter and six years older than her had kicked her toned ass right out of his house and out of his life. That wasn't entirely fair, though. She'd loved Chad. Loved the way he fucked her, loved the way he pampered her, the way he made her feel like his little princess. The last four months with him had easily been the best of her life. Alison and Ryan's challenge had just been a fun joke to them. They'd both been so sure Ryan was going to win easily, and Stacey was looking forward to feeling Chad and his hard muscles and big thick cock put her in her place right alongside her whole gender. He was supposed to have spanked her, choked her, slapped her, pounded her raw, cum roughly all over her face. Then he was supposed to have kissed her and cuddled her in the aftercare of the dominant sex. It was just supposed to be a bit of fun! She'd gasped when Alison broke the handsome football player's arm in the opening seconds of the match. Actually screamed a bit when the gymnast laid him out with one almost casual kick. She'd looked over at Brad with a bewildered expression. "I – I guess I win the bet?" she'd asked after some awkward silence. She'd trailed off, and Chad had taken a few seconds to answer. "I guess you did." He didn't sound too happy. "I mean, if you want, we can take the bet back and just pretend we never –" He cut her off. "What are you implying, Stace, that I back out of bets?" "No!! Not at all! Sweetie, I'm just saying, if it would feel emasculating to have a girl sit on your face –" "You think I could be emasculated by something like that?! Jesus, Stace. I've eaten you out. I can handle having your butt on my face." It shouldn't have been a fight. They should have just shut off the livestream and had sex! But somehow, she'd come off as condescending or something, and Chad managed to argue the two of them into a night of facesitting they didn't even want. He'd laid sullenly on his back and she'd gamely slipped out of her panties, trying to turn it all into a sexy dance. And then she'd mounted him and slid his nose between her soft feminine cheeks, just as Alison was saying "Good job, girls, the third one is where they usually start to break." She'd followed along with the compact little gymnast's instructions. At first it had been hella awkward. For ten minutes she kept waiting for Chad to push her off, to say "enough of this." She almost tapped out herself! But he didn't, and she didn't, and after ten minutes or so of following along with Alison, she started to feel good. Really good. Really, really fucking good. Watching Ryan pleasure Alison, watching her make him follow along her every command, while at the same time feeling Chad's lips against her clit after she spun around with Alison into the reverse facesit – it was all so unexpectedly electrifying! It wasn't five more minutes until she had her first orgasm. And to her surprise it was so strong she squirted. She almost never did that, at least not without some extended fingering! Another orgasm had soon washed over her, and then another, until Stacey was completely lost in ecstasy. She'd pulled off her top, was playing with her hard nipples with her eyes rolled back in her head as she ground her kitty into her boyfriend's face. She never would have expected it, but it was so fucking good!! "Rim me harder, bitch boy," Alison hissed at Ryan, and Stacey had cried out "Yes! Please! Rim me, Chad! God! FUCK YES!" The hours had passed so quickly she barely noticed the time slipping away, and as she rolled off Chad's face, warm and floaty and completely satisfied in a way she'd never been in her life, she'd heard Alison's sweet voice instructing her "And, finally, girls, ask him who owns him." She'd moaned out her totally uninhibited response: "God, you own me, Chad, you own me forever, I want to fucking marry you that was so fucking amazing." But Chad didn't roll over and embrace her. He just lay completely still on his back. She'd turned to him and noticed for the first time that his eyes were red and puffy, that he looked completely miserable. She'd tried to kiss him, tried to flirt with him, tried to give him space, but she couldn't get him to say much of anything at all. Finally he'd sullenly muttered that he wasn't feeling too great and maybe she should spend the night at her own place, and she'd driven home. She remembered thinking that ordinarily the conclusion of the night would make her miserable, but in the afterglow of those orgasms, misery was just off the table. That this must have been what a shot pure heroin felt like. She'd gone to his apartment the next night, and he'd practically pounced on her. He'd ripped off her clothes, fucked her like a jackhammer. At first she'd been happy and relieved that he still desired her and that the weirdness of the last night was over. But for the first time, he just couldn't bring her to orgasm. He ended up fucking her roughly for twenty minutes before blowing a huge load into her pussy, and then rolled off her gasping for breath as she just lay back, strangely unsatisfied. After five minutes, Chad asked "You came, right?" Stacey had hesitated, then meekly said "No… not yet… Chad, is it okay if I ride your face again?" He'd snapped at her with a vicious tone she'd never heard from him before, "What, now you want to smear my own cum all over my own fucking face?" "No, honey, I can go in the bathroom and clean up! I just thought –" "You're not putting your twat anywhere near my face again, Stace." She'd been crestfallen. He'd never spoken to her that harshly in their entire relationship. He'd always been so loving before! Part of her had wanted to apologize tearfully; part of her had wanted to scream at him; but she'd settled for just leaving, telling him she'd see him tomorrow, closing the door behind herself after an awkwardly long wait for him to respond. That night, she'd pulled her vibrator out of a drawer for the first time in four months, charged it up, closed her eyes, and run the toy around her clit as she let her mind take her back to how Chad felt between her cheeks. It quickly brought her to orgasm, but it was a small one. A very ordinary one. It didn't begin to compare to those world-shattering waves of pure joy that she'd felt the night before. Their relationship had gone swiftly downhill from there. Stacey just couldn't get Friday's ecstasy off her mind. She couldn't stop herself from bringing it up. And every time she did, Chad would either fly into a rage or shut down completely. Within a few days, she got word of Alison's new video sharing site and watched videos almost obsessively in search of some solidarity, or even some way to fix this. And then a few days after that, she was being ejected, naked from the waist down, from her ex-boyfriend's apartment. The cooking show ended, and Netflix queried her about whether she was still there. As she picked up the Fire Stick remote to reply, her body shuddered in sobs for the hundredth time and tears streamed down her face. She composed herself, sighed, reached for a tissue, and blew her nose again. She was tired of watching people cook things she couldn't pronounce in countries she'd only vaguely heard of, anyway. She picked up her phone and checked the news. Apparently Leslie Linden had blogged about The Challenge again. Leslie Linden, the very woman who had kicked this whole thing off by writing what they were calling "The Blog That Launched A Thousand Sits." And this new post was making even more of a stir than the last. Stacey navigated over to Jezebel to read it herself. The Patriarchy, Brought Down by a Single WomanStacey set down her phone. If what Leslie was saying was true, why did Chad leave her? Why was he even able to? But then she realized – of course she hadn't followed along properly with Alison. She'd started late. She'd given Chad extra air. She'd told him she loved him. For fuck's sake, she'd told him that he owned her! Could she somehow convince him to give her another shot to do it right? What she'd felt that night – she wanted to feel that again. She needed to feel that again! But the more she thought about it, the more she realized she didn't want to do that to Chad. He may not want her anymore, but she still loved him. She wasn't lying when she said she wanted to marry him. Not to break him. No, it would have to be someone else. Someone she didn't like. Someone who had it coming. Someone she wouldn't mind seeing in tears. Someone who wasn't too strong, either. She knew she was in peak physical condition, but men are still men and it's not like she was some kind of ninja. She needed someone she knew she could take. It didn't even matter if he was pretty or ugly. You can't see a man's face when it's under your ass. Actually, it would probably be better if he was ugly. She could have one slave for giving her that kind of hours-long super-orgasm, and then have Chad for her husband. It would be better if Chad wasn't threatened by the slave's looks. This could work! God damn it, she was going to do it! But to who? Stacey suddenly sat bolt upright on the couch, a devious smile crossing her lips for the first time in days. She knew exactly the guy. Last edited by EricRRobert; 08-May-18 at 06:51. |
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Great story.
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Re: Facesitting Gone Viral
Great, please continue!
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Re: Facesitting Gone Viral
I would like to offer my services to Stacey. I'm not an ugly guy, but I am more than willing to give Stacey her hours long orgasms so she can return home to her husband satisfied and content.
I like the potential of this story thread. It has a great many exciting possibilities, especially when paired with your brilliant writing ability. Thanks for continuing this thread for us, mate. |
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So the next part I'm going to do - provided I don't flame out and suffer complete mental and emotional collapse for personal reasons unrelated to this site - is going to be one of two stories: 1. A fighting story starting tall, sexy Stacey 2. An evildom story about the infinitely cruel Leslie Hopefully I'll find it in me to write both, but... any thoughts on which should come first? Or is there some other untold story you're dying to hear? |
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My vote is for the story with Stacey. Also I don’t know if you planned to end their part in this story... ,but after the incredible wrestling match between Jamilla and Adam, I would love to read another wrestling match between them
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Sure, they'll probably go on to wrestle many more times because she thinks it's fun and great foreplay, but she'll always have that ace in the hole - bare her ass, shut his brain down, fuck his face all night. If I tell you about one of their future wrestling matches, it's going to read a lot like the last one. I gave it a lot of thought and decided, yeah, Adam's story probably already has a beginning, a middle, and an end. I could write more about Jamilla... but for now I think Stacey and Leslie are where the interesting stories are |
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