Dominated by my Dad's Girlfriend

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It was a normal summer's morning. Of course, my Dad had already left the house for work bright and early. However, his brand new girlfriend, Jamie, had just moved in about a week ago and has been living with us ever since.

The decision to move in was an adjustment for me, to say the least. My Dad said it was her idea and she was rather eager to get herself all settled in. It is also worth mentioning that she is 27 years old, only 4 years older than me. I was shocked my dad was able to attract such a fine young woman, considering he is 53 years old and already starting to show a few white hairs on his head.

"Good morning!"

She spoke in an upbeat, cheery tone as she walked out of the bedroom in her velvety red robe. She always liked to wear the most extravagant things around the house, no matter how... inappropriate... it may be. And she had way too much energy for this early in the day.

"Mornin..."

I softly mumbled back to her as I continued to sip on my cup of coffee and admire the birds flying between the trees in the backyard.

"Did you sleep well Dylan?"

She had spent every day just yapping her mouth off to me about the latest happenings in social media and whatnot. At first I just thought she was trying to be friendly with me, but as of late it seems much more serious than that and I was not about to dive deeper into that inclination for fear of upsetting my father if something were to happen.

"Oh, I slept fine, thank you."

I tried to make my response as dry and plain as possible so she would hopefully lose interest and leave me alone to finish my cup of coffee. I was wrong.

"Oh, just fine? Did you have trouble falling asleep or something?"

I took a slow sip of my drink and set the cup down on the wooden table.

"I don't know, I just slept normally like every other night I guess. Why are you so interested?"

I stood up from the table to go throw my plate of half-eaten food away. When I went to open the trash bin, she grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to her face.

"Can I talk to you, and I mean actually talk to you, please?"

I was blushing as she held my arm in place. I hadn't really noticed how soft her hands were until this very moment, and the way she pulled me in so fiercely was... refreshing.

"Uh... sure."

She led me over to our plushy white couch and sat me down on the end.

"I have a confession to make, and I need you to listen to me."

She began to shake off her silky smooth robe to reveal a skimpy white crop top and a small plaid mini skirt. I would say I should have been surprised, but I half expected that to be what she was wearing underneath.

"Jamie, you're freaking me out..."

She sat right next to me on the couch, the plushy nature of the cushions causing me to fall closer to her side as the couch flexed down to support both of us sitting down right beside each other. As she spoke, she rubbed up and down my back with her soft, smooth hands. Half of me wanted to run away but the other half was intrigued with what she was about to say.

"So, you are not to tell your father any of this, but the real reason i'm here isn't to get to know him more... I actually really wanted us to get to know each other better."

I was prepared to give her this whole speech about loyalty and family values and shit like that but as I began to rock myself up off the couch she placed her other hand on my chest and pushed me down flat across the cushions.

"No, you aren't going anywhere because I planned this out perfectly."

She pushed down on my chest as she saddled herself over my stomach. I didn't know how to properly react to what was going on at the time. I probably should have fought her a bit more, but after she hopped on top of me it was almost like the sheer beauty of her body overcame my every whim and I was trapped under her spell.

"Now, here's what I want to have happen today, tommorrow, and every day..."

She lowered herself down until I could feel her chest rising and falling against mine with each breath we took. The pulse of our heartbeats working in tandem and the strands of her beautiful dark brown hair falling over my face as she stared straight down into my soul left me downright speechless.

"I'm going to have some fun with you everyday when your Dad leaves for work. I decide what type of fun that is, and you're going to do what I say."

I loudly scoffed at her astounding remark.

"Ha, good luck getting me to do that, my Dad's been trying to make me do what he says my whole life and it's never worked on me yet!"

She slightly smiled and seductively whispered into my ear, her soft voice making me feel all buttery warm inside.

"Your dad doesn't have an ass like mine, cutie."

She slowly raised herself up and turned around until I could get a full view of her from behind. This was the first time I really got a clear look at how beautiful she is from this angle. Beforehand, I knew she had a pretty decent body because I could see her from afar when she was swimming in our pool out back, but this was a whole different level of gorgeous.

"So, today i'm going to sit on your face for however long I want, and you are going to behave like a good boy."

I didn't immediately respond because I was still struck in awe as I stared at her sitting atop my chest, her playfully tiny skirt just within a foot of my face. However, after a solid ten more seconds of blankly staring into her ass, I offered my last ditch effort to try to persuade her to stop whatever she was going to do.

"What are you going to do when I tell dad, huh? You know I won't keep this from him!"

She glanced back at me and chuckled under her breath, almost as if she found my threats amusing as she remained dominantly seated atop of my chest.

"Oh, after this you will be way too ashamed to say anything to your dad for a long time."

Before I could even offer up another word, she raised herself up and scooted her ass all the way back until her body was hovering over my face. I tried to lean my head to the side at the last second, but she dropped down way too fast for me to even try to escape. My face gradually disappeared underneath her plaid red skirt.

If you were a bystander looking at what was happening, you wouldn't think much about what could be going on underneath the skirt. It would probably just look like a normal facesitting to the regular spectator. However, seeing as I was the one trapped underneath her broad behind, it was a completely different story for me.

As she adjusted herself into a more comfortable position atop my face, I found out that she was wearing only a thin, small, white pair of panties under her mini skirt. They really flexed and bent around my head, giving her an unfair advantage over me as she was abke sink her ass deeper and deeper down.

"Hope you like it down there because you're going to get well acquainted with my ass these next couple days Dylan."

I could barely hear her muffled taunts as she wiggled around until my nose was completely submerged inside the folds of her panties. I could still breathe through my mouth, but each time I did it made it hotter and hotter under her skirt.

"It's a good thing your face works so well as a seat. I was concerned that this wouldn't go well and your head wouldn't be a good fit for my ass but it feels like you're settling just fine right inside there, aren't ya?"

I pitifully tried to move my head around, my efforts only causing her to rock very slightly up and down. If anything, it actually put me into a more desperate situation than I was before as every adjustment she made brought my head further into her facesitting pin and I was concerned I was going to run out of room to breathe.

"Stop squirming, it'll be easier if you just accept that i'm going to sit on you like this from now on."

The heat and pressure was really starting to make my face turn red. I tried tapping out on her thighs to see if she would give me some air since I didn't want to wait till the last moment and risk blacking out before she decided to lift up off my face. To my suprise, she actually lifted up and gave me a few necessary seconds to regain some fresh air and restore my energy. However, she made sure to keep my nose planted against her ass so she could swiftly reseal me inside her panties in case I got any funny ideas about squirming away.



"So, here comes the crucial part, I need you to promise me that you won't ever tell your father about this, ok?"

I violently shook my head left and right, to which she forcefully dropped her ass back on top of my face. She wasn't going to take no for an answer.

My head disappeared underneath her once more, however this time my nose was crushed further in from the heavier seating position she now assumed. I couldn't see her back from this angle (what with her skirt draping over my whole head and shutting me out from the world around), but I could tell it was arched because it was much more difficult for me to breathe now that my nose was smushed hard up against her smothering panties.

One thing was for sure... she clearly knew what she was doing and LOVED doing it. I tried to nudge her hips to the left and right with my hands, but she locked her soft palms around mine and pinned my arms down to the side.

"I think I've given you enough air for now."

I felt her left and right foot scooting underneath my head as she lifted slightly up off of my face and then used her feet to push on the back of my head and force me up into her ass while pushing the rest of her behind down into my face.



My nose wasn't crushed. Rather, it was lodged smack dab against the deepest parts of her ass. I would say it couldn't get worse, but it can. Not only was I unable to breathe through my nose, but now she had me so ferociously locked into her pin that my mouth was also being completely smothered by her crotch. The culmination of the perfect facesitting pin, and I was the poor soul stuck inside.

I tried to rock her around, but it was utterly useless. No matter what I did, I wasn't going anywhere except further down into her ass.

"I love how you're still fighting this. It's cute really, but eventually you'll learn that this is where you belong. And honestly, you should be grateful..."

I felt her wiggling victoriously atop her throne... the throne being my suffocated nose, mouth, and entire face... of course.

"I could've worn one of my swim suits, or a THONG! Then you would really be in the thick of it right now!"

I ceased my weak attempts at squirming loose from beneath her skirt. Then the real fear kicked in as my lungs began to burn and my head began to beat to the rhythm of my heart.

"Oh, is my little throne calming down now?"

I began to grunt and moan into her crotch, my cries so muffled that it sounded as if I was speaking from below ten inches of concrete.

"Awh, is someone sad they aren't getting any fresh air under princess jamie's pretty ass?"

I desperately pleaded with her, tapping multiple times against her thighs as she laughed at my useless pleas for mercy. However, after another agonizingly long minute stuck inside her skirt, struggling without any air, I began to feel some of the pressure being lifted from my throbbing head.

"If you're so desperate... I can give you a different kind of air to breathe..."

Author Notes ~ let me know if I should continue this one or just go back to working on part two for "The Bratty Cousin." Also, this is my second story on here so please let me know how I did below and if there is anything I could improve on.

[Josh42]

You should probably post or have this moved to the other stories section, so that more people will see it. This one is pretty dead, most people on here just default to the other one. Unless the domination is focused on something more niche here that has no ties to mixed wrestling, it’s best to just put it there.

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Originally Posted by Josh42 [Only Registered Users Can See LinksClick Here To Register]

You should probably post or have this moved to the other stories section, so that more people will see it. This one is pretty dead, most people on here just default to the other one. Unless the domination is focused on something more niche here that has no ties to mixed wrestling, it’s best to just put it there.

ok, i'll do that in the future. thank you for the tip!

[mixfightor]

I know it sounds greedy of me to say, but I hope you continue this story as well as your bratty cousin tale. Both are very well written and have exciting women and even more exciting scenarios. In this story, in particular, I like how forward and direct Jamie is, and would love to hear more about what SHE is getting from the situation. I imagine there are elements of danger, dominance and the thrill of exploring something so taboo, and hearing about them from her perspective would be very interesting.

I agree with Josh, in that this board has some fantastic stories which, unfortunately, kind of die on the vine because less people seem to look over here.

As I said above, I hope you continue both stories, but in particular this one. My imagination is already filling with thoughts of Dylan and Jamie sharing secretive, knowing looks behind his fathers back, and the mind games that she will be able to play on him through a mix of domination and blackmail.

Thank you very much for starting this story for us, mate.

[Tigerlion]

Both were nice

[AuthorBot]

I glanced down at Dylan, the look of terror showing clearly across his pinkish-red face. As I gazed into his wide-open eyes, I playfully grinned as I slowly began to reposition myself
on top of his mouth.

"Don't you fucking dare..."

I couldn't help but laugh while his face gradually sank into my butt and his words muffled over my panties. However, I noticed he was acting a little more aggressive. I had to really shift myself around as he kept viciously shaking his head out from underneath my skirt.

The threat I just made must've really left him horrorified. Of course, I don't blame him... I mean, if someone were to threaten to fart on my face I would sure as hell be fighting as hard as I could to break free. Also, he IS four years younger than I am. So, I guess it might also have something to do with him wanting to keep his "manly pride and dignity."

Yet, as he kept trying and failing to squirm out of my pin, I couldn't help but think about the power I could control over him if I actually went through with this plan.

Imagine me, a woman 4 years older than him, ripping right on top of his face and then smothering him inside. I bet you the moment would be stuck in his head for a long time after too. But of course, he needed to settle down first.

"You can squirm all you want Dylan, but my ass will still end up on top of your face."

I leaned back, putting even more of my weight on top of his head. Suddenly, I started feeling vibrations from him weakly groaning into my ass. So, I glanced below to assess how smushed his head was, but all I could make out was a slight patch of his hair peaking out of my skirt.

"Not so lively now, are we Dylan?"

Up until now, I could slightly feel the heat from him barely breathing inside my panties. But now that I was proudly sitting on top of him harder than ever, I wasn't feeling anything at all... Actually, that isn't true. I felt his crushed nose wedged between my cheeks and his mouth sealed shut against my crotch. It made me feel powerful. I mean who wouldn't feel powerful? Like 20 minutes ago he was just sipping his morning coffee, watching nature, and enjoying his morning, but I took all of that away from him in an instant. Now, all he is doing is participating as my own personal ass cushion. Now, I could be the one sipping coffee, watching nature, and enjoying my morning WHILE also smothering his face below.

But, for some reason, I was also concerned that I might be going too far and too hard on him for our first night. I mean, he has so much more life to live... I don't want to ruin his confidence for the rest of his life...

However, this was only a mild concern of mine. I was feeling selfish, and much more focused on making sure he walked away from this experience humbled and willing to submit to me in the future.

So, I gently released some of the pressure on top of his face until I felt him beginning to breathe again. But, I still kept him partially inside of my ass because I didn't want him getting his hopes up. Then, whenever his breaths became steadier, I sat down hard against his face until his breathing ceased once more.

I repeated this strategy of suffocating then smothering then suffocating over and over again in an effort to really weaken him. I kind of started to enjoy this routine. It was like I was training a little puppy to learn some new tricks. Although, he's probably going to hate the reward at the end.

Another 15 or so minutes pass by and he was starting to learn how to really hold his breath each time I fully sat on top of his face. I watched the clock next to the TV and counted the minutes everytime I smothered him. 1.5 minutes... 2 minutes... 2.2 minutes... When he started shaking his head, I lifted up to let him breathe for a second or two before sitting back down. However, I gave him less and less time to breathe each time he asked for air.

Let's just say, I was really getting used to the feeling of holding him down in this position. It became more and more comfortable for me, but I could tell he was getting comfortable too. Even though he was probably still opposed to being dominated by me in this way, he was starting to accept that he could do nothing about it. And that was something I did NOT want to happen... at least not today.

My reasoning for this? Well... I love it when he fights back, it makes the moments when he gives up and I can really sink down into his face that much more rewarding.

So, it was time to deliver my little surprise that would surely get him twisting and bucking around...

I scooched forward off of his face but kept my ass seated firmly on top of his mouth, just to make sure he wouldn't be able to jerk his head to the side at the last minute. I was ecstatic as soon as I could feel the warm air from his nose breathing right up against my panties.



I glanced over my shoulder to look at Dylan's bulging wide-eyed face nervously staring into mine, his head adamently shaking left and right but failing to free himself as my beautiful butt laid comfortably over his mouth. I had his arms perfectly pinned beneath my calves. He had nowhere else to go.

"I think you've had enough fresh air for now."

As I activated my core, I felt Dylan panicing from below. The rate of his nose breathing in and out increased dramatically as he could tell exactly what I was about to do. It was so empowering, being able to taunt him in this way and he could do absolutely nothing about it.

"Shut up and take it you pussy..."

I finally let one out, but it was silent, so he had no idea it actually happened until I immediately grabbed his hair, scooted my ass back over his head, and plopped my rear on his face. However, as soon as I had him smothered under my skirt, oh boy did he realize what had happened.

"What was that term again? It was something like, 'silent but...' Oh, what was that last part. Hmmm."

I really enjoyed toying with him as he squirmed below. His first instinct was to wave his arms around to try to shake me off of his head, but I already had them locked in tight beneath my legs. So, he tried bucking his chest around, but that was of no use too because I was sitting too far back on top of him for it to do me any harm. Finally, he hastily jerked his head to try to get out from under my skirt, but I had him smothered too deep.

"MMMPPHH! NMMPHH HMM HMMM!!!"

I arched my back straight up as he let out some loud muffled moans into my ass, distributing as much pressure as I could down on top of him in an effort to keep all of the air I released trapped below. But I wanted him to struggle even more. So, I wiggled my butt around, his face slipping farther in until his breathing was at it's weakest and his will to break free slowly dying down.



At this point in the story, there is nothing more to say about what happened. Everything went how I planned. He eventually stopped struggling, I sat there for another 40-ish minutes and then let him go. It was amazing. I mean, it was probably horrible for him, but I enjoyed it.

Oh, right! You're probably wondering how the rest of the day went! We'll save that story for another day...

Author Notes ~ I know facefarting isn't a popular fetish, but I wanted to write about it since my very first facesitting experience involved a little facefarting. I had a very hard time writing this from the female perspective because I myself am a male, so hopefully I didn't butcher this pov. Anyone else notice how Jamie broke the fourth wall though? Also, full disclosure, I had not initally planned on this story, as well as "The Bratty Cousin," to have multiple parts. But, because of the amazing support I received recently (it means alot to me, so thank you all) I was motivated to add on to these stories. However, I've noticed, and maybe other authors struggle with this too, but I start to like the story less and less as I add onto it. Even though it may be good, it doesn't feel that way, at least to me. And maybe that's just an author thing and that's normal, but I would like some tips on dealing with this and how to know if what you add on is actually good. Anyways, sorry for the ramble and whatnot but I hope you liked the story! Next, I'm either going to release an epilogue for "The Bratty Cousin" or start my new Beach Wrestling story, an episodic series that will be designed to have multiple parts. Thanks for reading!

[mephistofele]

i loved the fart scene and my only regret is that was a silent one , while i find a loud and proud one to the face more emasculating
now i will read every other story of yours in hope for more face farting

[mixfightor]

I understand what you mean when you say that you found writing from Jamie's perspective difficult, but I want to say that I really appreciate you putting in that work. Some of my favourite stories are told from the female POV, probably BECAUSE I too am male and reading from this direction helps me believe that there are actually women out there who will do stuff like this.

Regardless, I enjoyed the story a great deal and thank you for making the face farting component as non-confronting as you did.

Thank you for writing this for us, mate.

[Teensitting]

Your stories and writing are great and exciting.. don’t hesitate adding some face farting, each part has its own fans. Also it would be very interesting to tell us about your personal stories if that’s ok !