2 comments/ 110319 views/ 15 favorites Ali's Dream By: Laz110 'Ali!!!' She woke with a start, the remnants of the dream clinging to her mind like an insidious cloud. 'Time to get up!' her mother's sharp voice called. It was the same dream, the same as she's had every night for the last week. It was so real she felt she was really there, really doing what her fantasy needed her to do. She lay for a few moments, squashing her pillow between her thighs and backside, savouring the residue sexual sensations. 'You're late!' her mother called from downstairs. Ali switched on the bedside light and blinkingly looked at the old alarm clock on her bedside cabinet. She'd forgotten to set it again. The shower's cold burst shook the last remaining feelings of arousal from her before it kicked in with warm, then hot water. Her bedroom was sparse, with the full-length mirror as her one of her few luxuries. As she dried herself her reflection caused her smooth her hands across her buttocks while she admired herself. She paused drying to soak in her curves, her large, proud breasts, her wide hips and protruding bottom. Then she dressed, wriggling with effort into her tight jeans. 'Do you know what the time is?' her mother asked, not needing a reply. Ali pushed the toast away, plumping instead for just the strong black coffee. 'You're half a hour late, Ali,' her mother told her, busying herself in the kitchen. It was a small house, with a kitchen where they also both ate, a small living room and a bedroom each upstairs. Ali was lucky enough to have her own shower, while her mother had the bathroom. It was just coming up dawn as Ali made her way along the winding lane towards the fields. Her bike was old and gearless, but reliable, and it was heavy-going up the gradated slope. She knew it would do her figure good from all the exercise but it was hard-going. The horse-riding helped too, keeping her fit, healthy and trim. It also kept her bum nice and firm which made the young men in the village look at her all the more. She liked that. She enjoyed men admiring her bottom. Across the tops of the furrowed, ploughed fields, the red clouds reflected the rising sun, indicating a glorious day ahead. With laboured breathing, she reached the top of the slope where the view from there enabled her to see for miles. Had it not been hidden by a small forest, she would even have been able to see the stables where she worked. It was four miles away but now she was on a level country lane it wouldn't take her long, maybe half-an-hour. The dawn's early daylight began illuminating the countryside and as she cycled she noticed a vehicle by the side of the road in the distance. That was unusual for this time of the day. You didn't usually see any traffic for a few hours yet, maybe just the odd tractor going to the fields. The feel of the saddle always made her feel good, the motion almost bringing one of her 'warm' feelings, the ones which made her damp down 'there'. That's one of the reasons she enjoyed riding a horse, sitting there on something moving around. After five minutes she approached the car. It looked like it had been specially fitted out for someone with mobility problems. Nearby, by the grass verge, a wheelchair lay overturned. She spotted a dark shape partly covered with overgrowth lying, propped up in a ditch. 'Hello!' she tentatively called. A low groaning came from the shape. It was an older man lying on his back unable to move. His legs dangled into the shallow trench and his head lay face-up at the level top of the bank. 'Are you okay?' she asked, leaving her bike in the verge. Unintelligible mumblings came from the man. He appeared to be disabled and confused and vulnerable. Ali noticed something and plucked the medallion from round his neck to read what it said. "I am Fredrick Mason and I am disabled,' it read. 'I am also deaf and dumb. In case of emergency please telephone Madison County 5679302." 'Okay, Fredrick,' Ali said. 'I'm going to try and get you out of this ditch.' At first she tried to haul him out by his shoulders but couldn't get the leverage. 'Don't worry,' she told him. 'Just relax.' Hopping deftly down into the trench, she turned her back to him, standing astride his feet, thanking the good Lord for there being no rivulet down there. Bending down, she grabbed his ankles, intending to lever him up inch by inch. Her trainers started to slip on the dewy grass, but before she could recover her balance she fell backwards. 'Oh!' she cried out in surprise, landing with a thump on his face. Her bottom squashed down on his face and she was completely in shock for a moment. Then she had that feeling, that 'warm' feeling, the one she'd experienced in the dream. It came over her all of a sudden and she didn't know what to do, she just couldn't do anything about it. The feeling was strong, overpowering and it made her feel so good, so free, so wonderful. 'Sorry about that,' she said. She couldn't help but smile at his murmurings from beneath her. Automatically, she grabbed his flailing wrists. She leaned forwards in an effort to straightened herself so she could raise herself off his face. But there was an unknown force at work preventing her from getting off him. 'Oh,' she went. 'Oh, my!' The warm feeling surged through her with such a force until it became a sensation she'd never had before. It was thrilling, exciting, overwhelming. It was just like it was in the dream. It felt so right, so comfortable, almost as if this was always meant to be. It was several moments before she regained her senses enough to release his almost limp wrists and raised her bottom from his overpowered face. He inhaled noisily, panting and wheezing. 'Oh, I'm so sorry,' she began, but then realised something. She suddenly knew what she had to do. It took a few minutes to haul the small man up the bank and into his car. She couldn't be bothered to get him to sit up, so she just lay him across the front seats. His feet lay across the passenger seat, while his head rested on the driver's side. Then she put her bike and his wheelchair in the boot and clambered in. Her cheeks were still flushed from the first time she'd sat on his face. Now they were red hot as she slowly sat down on it again. There was nothing he could do and she realised this had a lot to do with the appeal of doing it to him. 'I've dreamt about you, Fredrick,' she told him, wriggling to get his nose centred in her bottom-crease. 'This was just meant to be.' She'd driven tractors before and the car was easy to drive. It only took a couple of minutes to reach the stables. Luckily she was the first to arrive. She unlocked the gate's padlock and swung it open, parking right at the back, outside one of the barns. Inside were piled haystacks, kept for winter feed for the horses. It didn't take long for her to made a hideaway within the hay, right at the back. He was too heavy for her to carry so she dragged him in by his legs and, although he protested, she roped his arms to his sides and stuffed a rag in his mouth. All the time she prayed no one else would arrive until she'd finished. At one point came the sound of a car nearby but it passed on its way to town. When she finished he was secured to a bale on his back, hidden by other bales. Then she ran to the car, extracted her bike and drove the car to some waste ground. It was heavily overgrown and only took minutes to camouflage it so no one would find it for a very long time. And all the time she had this feeling of déjà vou hanging heavily around her, like it had all happened before. But she knew where it came from. It was that dream. 'Come on, sit down and relax,' Celia said, pouring herself more tea. 'We've got another half-an-hour yet.' She, Ali, Maureen and Jacqui were in the office. Ali had finished her lunch and was heading towards the door. 'It's okay, there's stuff to do in the big barn,' Ali said. 'I don't mind. I need the exercise.' 'Please yourself,' Celia said. 'I think it's to do with my tea.' The others chuckled. Celia was the stables' owner, and Maureen and Jacqui helped Ali muck out but were primarily instructors. 'Is there much to do in the barn?' Celia asked. 'A fair amount,' Ali answered. 'What I don't finish now I'll do later.' It was warm outside and the sun cast shadows from the beeches across the barn's panelling. It was nearing autumn and soon windswept piles of leaves would have to be raked up. Ali's heart began to pound as she passed the seven stable booths and neared the barn. She'd changed into her jodhpurs earlier and taken one of the mares out for some exercise. She wondered how it'd feel sitting on him with breeches instead of jeans. All morning she'd been thinking about what she'd done to the man. She couldn't think about anything else. Now, as she eased open the huge wooden door, she was so looking forward to what she was about to do to him. It took a few minutes to shift the bales hiding him. His eyes showed fear and there was a wet patch where he'd pissed himself. 'Hallo, Fredrick,' she said. 'It's alright, I'm just going to sit on you a while.' He made sounds through the rag in his mouth. She stood with her back to his upturned face. He looked up at her big, bulbous bottom encased in tight jodhpurs and the groaning sounds turned to whines. Then she slowly sank down onto his helpless face, sinking right on down, smothering out the noises. Jesussss! It felt so good, just like it had in the dream. She loved it. The feel of his face being sat on by her bum, the feel of his nose poking up into the crease of her butt. This was the most glorious feeling she'd ever experienced. And now she realised there was an added exhilaration, something extra to add to the spice. He couldn't even breathe. 'Oh, I'm so sorry,' she told him, squashing and rubbing his face with her backside. 'I just can't help myself. I hope you come to understand that, Fredrick. I just can't help it.' Every so often she lifted her posterior slightly so's he could snatch a breath but then like some compelling drug she felt drawn to sit back down, savouring the enjoyment of sitting on this little man's face. It was like he'd come into her life just at the right time, like just when she really needed him. She must have sat there for three quarters of an hour and when she finally finished with him she felt absolutely elated. She couldn't believe she'd had two warm moments and they'd been the warmest of warm moments she'd ever had. She thought she heard a noise outside while she smoothed her hands across her expansive bottom, looking down at his terrified face. 'I'll see you later,' she said, hurriedly stuffing the rag back in his mouth and repositioning the bales to hide him. There was a mixture of guilt and exhilaration but the pleasure outshone the guilty part. Her cheeks were flushed bright red from the experience and she hoped the wind would cool her down before the others saw her. Jacqui was outside the barn with a broom when Ali came out. 'Hi, finished what you were doing?' Jacqui cheerily asked. She didn't particularly get on with Jacqui. The others were nice to her but Jacqui always made her feel inferior, like she thought she was better than Ali. And she was way too bossy. 'Oh, not really,' Ali replied, hoping her redness didn't show too much. 'I'll finish up later.' 'I'll help if you like,' Jacqui offered. She had a smug smile on her pretty face Ali hadn't seen before. She was a few years older than Ali, about the same height and weight, with a horse-riding bottom like the others. Ali noticed Jacqui's nipples poking at her blouse. She thought it a bit strange as it wasn't cold or anything. 'Thanks, but it's okay,' Ali replied, glad her hotness had died down. 'Can you take out Bessie. She needs a run,' Jacqui said, sweeping some manure towards a bucket. 'Okay. See you later,' Ali said as she headed towards the stables. Ali decided to take advantage of the situation. She took Bessie across the main road and into the meadow, heading towards where she lived. Within fifteen minutes of cantering she came to a field close to her house. There was an abandoned shed almost hidden by trees she'd often seen, and always wondered if it could be used. She dismounted, tied the reins to the fence and wandered over. Bessie grazed while her rider busied herself. The door had a locked rusty padlock and the small window was dirty enough to not be able to see inside. Looking around, she found an old discarded metal bar which she used to lever the weak lock hinges off. Inside the six-by-four shed it was dusty and dirty, with a metal-sprung old bed, tiny stove, cupboard and other bits and pieces. She guessed a tramp had lived there once. It would take a bit of work but it would do for what she had in mind. When she arrived back she decided to go to the barn before rubbing Bessie down. Something at the back of her mind was niggling away. The barn door was shut. Ali thought she heard the rustling of straw coming from inside. Maybe Fredrick was managing to break free. She'd be in real trouble if anyone found out what she'd been up to. Celia was coming towards her from the main house and would probably follow her in if she went into the barn. Ali moved further along, near to where Jacqui had been earlier. 'Hi, can you help me get Charlie in the horsebox?' Celia asked. 'Sure,' Ali answered. Celia turned back towards the house where the horsebox lorry stood in the gravel driveway. From inside the barn the rustling sounded louder and she heard a moaning sort of noise. Oh God, Ali thought. If he gets free I'm done for. She suddenly noticed a small crack in the wooden side of the barn. Looking through she gasped in amazement, not quite comprehending what she was seeing. The bales of hay hiding Fredrick had been moved and there was Jacqui sitting on his face. Just like she'd done earlier. Her face was a picture of bliss. She must have been watching me earlier, Ali thought. 'Come on!' Celia called. Ali had no choice but to go. Her mind was in a quandary. She knew Jacqui wouldn't let her get away with this secret. She knew what type of person she was. This was turning into a right old mess. It hadn't been like this in the dream. 'Bye, Ali,' Celia said. 'See you tomorrow.' It had been a very long afternoon and now it was time to go home. They were in the stables' yard and work was finished. Now it was looking tidy and clean. 'See you,' Ali said. 'Have a nice evening,' Celia called back, heading towards the house. 'Thanks, I will,' Ali called back. She knew she would. But right now she had a problem. A very serious problem. Maureen had taken the horsebox and wouldn't be back till later. Jacqui was bringing Bessie in from grazing in the meadow. They'd avoided each other, not quite knowing how to handle the situation. Jacqui didn't know that Ali had seen her. It was awkward for Ali, but the few times when their eyes had briefly met during the afternoon Jacqui looked as though she was harbouring a naughty secret with a constant smirk on her face. She had that look in her eye now which seemed as though she'd done something really terrible and enjoyed her little secret. 'Can you put her away,' Jacqui said a bit bossily, as she approached Ali, leading Bessie by the halter. 'Err, I was just going to do some more clearing up in the big barn,' Ali replied. 'I need to do some paperwork for Celia,' Jacqui countered. 'Pretty please.' This was a game of cat and mouse. The horse's hooves clip-clopped on the cobblestones. Ali took the reins and watched Jacqui wander off towards the annex of the house where the office was. Leading Bessie into her stable, Ali left her there and went back outside, closing the bottom half of the door behind her. She had an inkling something was going on. Jacqui was now out of Ali's sight, the direction to the house being hidden by the end of the stable block. Bessie's booth was second from the end furthest from the house but closer to the barn. Ali crept along past the last booth and glanced round the corner. There was Jacqui trotting out from behind the stables, across the grass towards the barn. She'd doubled back just as Ali had thought. Ali let her go into the barn then sprinted across to the crack in the barn's wall. Peering in, she saw Jacqui hurriedly toss the bales to one side and pull Fredrick out from his hiding place. He was still strapped on his back across the bale. Jacqui laughed a stifled laugh before pulling down her black riding breeches and sitting directly down onto the little man's face. The cow! She was using his face with her bare bum first even before she did. And Ali was the one who got him in the first place. 'Can you give me a hand?' a voice behind her called out. Ali spun round. Maureen was back early and had parked the horsebox in the yard. 'Sure,' Ali said, recovering quickly. 'What were you looking at?' Maureen asked. 'Oh, I just thought I heard something in the barn,' Ali replied. 'It's nothing.' All the while Ali helped Maureen get the horse into its booth she could think of nothing else but Jacqui using her face seat behind her back. It was 'her' face seat. She'd found him, taken all the trouble of bringing him here, of hiding him. Now the cow was sitting where she should be sitting. Ali reluctantly assisted Maureen take the horse to its booth and then had to rub him down while Maureen put the horsebox away. I've got to get him away soon, Ali schemed to herself, smoothing the brush across the horse's coat. The only problem was she had to do it when everyone had gone home. 'Can I leave you to finish off?' Maureen asked, popping her head round the stable doorway. 'I'm absolutely knackered.' 'Sure,' Ali said. 'Have a good evening,' Maureen said, trudging off to her car. 'I hope so,' Ali called after her. 'And you.' She spent another fifteen minutes finishing off the grooming. The image of Jacqui using Fredrick stuck in her mind. And she still had to groom Betsy which would take another twenty minutes. Closing both top and bottom doors, Ali sneaked along to the barn, carefully not clicking her booted heels on the cobblestones, and looked through the crack. There was no sign of Jacqui and the bales had been replaced to hide Fredrick. Good, she thought. I'll finish up and get him away from here. 'Hi,' Jacqui said from behind her. Her face was flushed and her eyes looked slightly tired. 'You saw me in the barn, didn't you?' Ali's voice sounded slightly accusing. She was pleased as well as being surprised at having been more assertive than she would normally have been. 'I could report you, you know?' Jacqui said. 'And I saw you, watched you like you watched me,' Ali retorted. 'Oh?' Jacqui countered. It was a reaction of shock from which she quickly recovered. 'So, what are you gonna do about it?' Jacqui enquired. 'Nothin', if you do nothin',' Ali replied. 'Agreed. Who is he anyway?' Jacqui asked. 'Just some guy,' Ali said. 'What are we gonna do with him?' Jacqui said. 'We?' Ali replied. 'He's my face sitting friend.' 'Look, we both happened on to something nice,' Jacqui reasoned. 'When I saw what you were doing to him I just had to try it out for myself. I've never done anything like this before, but now I've done it it'd be a crime to not be able to do it anymore.' Ali looked thoughtful, her mind planning and scheming. 'We'll have to let him go eventually,' Ali said finally. 'Yeah, but not for a while,' Jacqui said. 'Just the thought of sitting on him makes me kind of horny.' 'Okay, but we'll have to think this through properly,' Ali said. 'He needs to be fed and cleaned and...' Ali's Dream 'Groomed,' Jacqui laughed. 'Which reminds me I've still got to do Betsy,' Ali said. Jacqui studied Ali's face hard. 'Look, it'll take you a while with the horse,' Jacqui said. 'If you do Betsy how about me doing the guy.' Ali winced. It was hard-going getting used to sharing her face seat with another. 'Okay,' Ali agreed finally. 'But no longer than twenty minutes.' Jacqui's face lit up into an enormous grin. 'See you later,' she said, opening the barn door. Ali made as if to walk to the stables, but went back to the crack when the door closed after Jacqui. Then she watched Jacqui push the bales away and drag out Fredrick. She straddled the small man's body near his head. Whimpering sounds emitted from him as she pulled out the gag. 'Hello, little fella,' Jacqui said down to him, pulling down her breeches to reveal her large bulbous bottom. 'Remember me?' The whimpering were stifled when she sat right down on his face, submerging it beneath her firm flesh. It was too much for Ali. She couldn't watch someone else using him like this. She had already decided what she was going to do as she hurried to Betsy's booth. And her plans certainly didn't include that cow Jacqui. The sunset was lovely. Ali always enjoyed this time of day. She was cycling home, cutting through the fields so she wouldn't be seen. Not that she would at this time of day, but there could be the occasional car or bus. And the way she was riding her bike could possibly raise a few eyebrows if she was seen. The silhouettes of the trees against the background of the fading red twilight always impressed her. At this time of year it would be dark by seven o'clock. It was later than when she expected to leave the stables. She was the last to go after finally getting rid of Jacqui. The absolute cheek! Ali had gone in the barn because she'd finished her chores and she'd already told Jacqui she could only have twenty minutes. But the cow'd got all snotty when Ali had gone in to hurry her up. 'Give me another twenty,' Jacqui'd said. 'Come on, we agreed only twenty minutes,' Ali'd told her. 'What you gonna do, pull me off him,' Jacqui'd said, sarcastically. 'It's my turn,' Ali'd persisted. 'No, I want more time,' Jacqui'd insisted. All the while Fredrick was having his face sat on by Jacqui and she wasn't letting him breathe. It was her way of saying if you don't give me what I want I'll really smother him. 'Okay, have it your way,' Ali'd said begrudgingly. But she'd been pleased with the way she stuck up for herself though. After, Ali had convinced Jacqui that they'd have equal rights on him, that she was going to use him now, and she'd bring him some food, clean him up and tuck him up for the night. And Jacqui had believed her! It would be dark in about half-an-hour. She would have to work fast to get him set up in the shed and get the light working. As she cycled she sometimes looked over her shoulder down at the little man beneath her. She had tied him to the bike, his head on the saddle, with his feet dangling over the handlebars. Her jodhpur-clad bottom covered most of his face. His little eyes peered out from under her large firm oscillating buttocks. She preferred sitting on him in the stretchy material of the jodhpurs instead of denim. She could hardly feel his face being squashed by her bum in jeans. With each turn of the pedals her bottom wriggled and wrestled his smothering face. It was the most comfortable ride she'd ever had and she decided it would be a nice idea to often use him like this to go for long cycle trips. The trip through the fields was bumpy and she jigged up and down on his face, enjoying not just the sitting-on-his-face pleasure but from the fact his face was acting as a good form of suspension and an extremely comfortable saddle. Her dream last night had been similar, a follow-on from the first one. She always looked forward to dreaming what she was going to do then experiencing the real thing. There was no need to shift uncomfortably to allow him to breathe because the bouncing up and down she did whilst transversing over bumps gave him the chance to inhale, however infrequently. By the time they reached the hut she was slightly tired from the extra weight she was peddling. And the light was fading fast. Quickly finding the oil lamp she'd dusted down earlier, she lit the wick, adjusting the flame to a dim glow. She didn't want anyone seeing the light from a distance. She'd cover the window with a sheet later. 'This is your new home, Fredrick,' she told him softly, untying him from the bike. Carefully, she took him inside. He was protesting and struggling under her arm but he was no match for her strength. 'You'll get used to it,' she said, even knowing he couldn't hear or understand her. Standing the stool she'd found earlier in the centre of the shed, she found it was just the right height to fit her purposes perfectly. She tied his head to the seat, binding his arms to the legs. It was just the right height. Turning her back to him, she smiled down at his anxious expression. 'I'm just going to give it a test.' With that she slowly sank her backside on to his upturned face. She sank her whole weight down on him, wriggling slightly to derive the most comfort. She was getting used to this extremely enjoyable feeling of sitting on him. 'Perfect,' she enthused, rising a bit and hurriedly pulling down her breeches. This was going to be the first time she'd sat on his face naked. She'd been waiting a long time to do this to him, ever since she'd seen Jacqui doing it. 'Sorry if I'm a bit smelly... Here goes,' she whispered, slowly sitting down on his vulnerable countenance. She'd been riding a lot today and her backside must have been quite sweaty. But there was a part of her which gleaned extra pleasure from knowing this. As soon as her bottom crushed down on his face a tingling sensation began to spread right through her. The feeling was absolutely sensational. Never before had she felt this good. His little face tried desperately to twist away, causing even more pleasurable sensations to her to pant and gasp. 'Oh my!' was all she could say. Suddenly another, greater feeling came to her as she felt his tongue licking madly beneath her. 'God, Jacqui must have taught you to do that!' she exclaimed, her eyes popping out in astonished excitement. The warm feelings she'd had before suddenly became hotter, then the longer she sat there they became even hotter. Before she knew it fireworks were exploding in every corner of her body and she experienced the most intense and passionate orgasm ever. Her soul seemed to soar high above the heavens and her hot breath came in short gasps as she pummelled his face with her fleshy posterior. She soon lost track of time as if she was in another dimension, one where all you could feel was happiness and ecstasy. This was sensational! By the time she'd finished her orgasms his face was bright red from the lack of air and pummelling he'd endured. A little bit of her felt sorry for him. She wiped his face with a damp cloth to cool him off, and tied him to the small bed. 'You must be hungry,' she said. 'I'll give you some food later.' It was then she noticed something. 'Where's your id tag?' she asked him unnecessarily, then: 'That cow must've taken it.' Before leaving she turned out the light and closed the door. It was pitch black but she'd lived here all her life and new it like the back of her hand. She cycled home by the front light's beam. She soon saw the welcoming lights of her house. 'Hi, Mum,' she said. 'Hi, Sweetie, how was your day?' her mum said, laying the table. 'Brilliant!' enthused Ali. 'You look very happy,' her mum noted. ''I am,' Ali replied. 'I'm going out on a date tonight.' 'New boyfriend?' said her mum. 'Yep.' 'It's not that Tommy Scofield, is it?' 'Noo. I wouldn't be seen dead with him. His name's Fredrick.' 'Well, you just be careful, my girl.' 'It's okay, Mum. He's really good for me. He makes me feel happy.' 'Just so long as he treats you right.' Oh yes, he does that all right. I'm just going up to shower then we can have supper.' Her mum had never seen her so happy as she watched her daughter bounding up the stairs. She wanted her girl to get as much fun out of life as she could. She just hoped Fredrick would make her the happiest girl in the world. The darkness shrouding the fields was partially illuminated by the moonlight and the beam from her front light. It was a warm evening, the type of sticky warm that was making her perspire. Ali laboured the bike over the bumpy, uneven grass-land, wishing she had the comfort of Fredrick's face as a saddle to cushion her bottom from the constant bumping. She'd been in such a rush to get back to her lover she'd wolfed down her supper and hurriedly changed into her best jodhpurs. They were tight green-suede and made her feel pleasantly dominant. Then she'd packed a few things in her backpack because she wanted to have quality time with her Fredrick. By the time she reached the hut she was more than just a little excited at what she had planned ahead for the evening. Something stopped her in her tracks, something picked up in the light's beam. It was some hoof marks in the ploughed earth. She hadn't noticed them before. Maybe a horse rider had passed earlier. Puffing slightly due to the effort of riding across-country, she quickly set up the shed's light. 'Hi, Fredrick,' she mouthed to the frightened man, then added, 'Poo, your face is smelly.' She hadn't smelled the intensity of the pong earlier, and put it down to her earlier sexual encounters with him. Gently, she unshackled him, washed his face with a damp cloth him, carefully wiping the dried love juice from the corners of his eyes. Then she wiped the rest of him down and dressed him in one of her old judo outfits she'd grown out of. She fed him some of the supper she'd specially saved, watching enjoyably as he wolfed it down, pleased he was eating quickly. 'I'm going to sit on your face now,' she mouthed when he'd finished. At once he became agitated. But ignoring his whimpering, she forced his head down onto the face sitting stool. She couldn't hardly wait, such was her enthusiasm. 'Keep still,' she giggled, holding his head and turning to sit her bottom on it. When it was secure from moving she sank her whole weight down and wriggled to find the most comfortable position. 'There,' she breathed. 'That's not so bad, is it?' The suede breeches had a softer, thinner underside so she could feel the definitions of the shape of his squashed face with quite some sensitivity. A lovely tingling sensation quickly spread all over her bottom. She smothered him until he was writhing a lot, then shifted to give him some air before reseating. She repeatedly did this for a while. All the time her sexual stimulations grew increasingly stronger. Then what with his struggling and her overall sense of control, the tingling rapidly became something more intense. Quickly she rose, crouching to hurriedly pull down her breeches to boot level. But she had a problem. At the same time as manoeuvring down her jodhpurs she also had to try and keep Fredrick's head from escaping off the stool. Finally she managed it, sitting down on his imprisoned face, bobbing it with her sweaty bottom into the perfect position for her to derive the greatest pleasure and comfort. She sat there enjoying the sensation of his struggling and smothering beneath her body, with him unable to do anything about it. His tongue automatically lapped at her vagina, just like before when she was naked. This was the only thing which pleased her about Jacqui, teaching him how to do it. Almost taken by surprise, she gasped in amazement as the orgasm took control, sweeping through her like a rush of concentrated ecstasy. 'Oh... your... face... feels... just... so... nice...' she panted, her eyes first opening to their extremities and then closing in absolute bliss. It lasted for a long time and when the remaining ebbs of the climax finally receded she rose from his crimson face with a satisfied smile. 'Thank you, Fredrick,' she mouthed to him. 'That was lovely. You know, you're really good for me. I can feel the difference in how I feel. You're making my confidence grow all the time.' His reddened face coughed and choked while he regained his capacity to breathe. She took the opportunity of his recovering to undress from her boots and breeches, in some way an indication of what she was going to do to him later. Carefully, she propped him up, turned on a small radio and tuned into the city's pop station. 'Can you play cards,' she said, emphasising her mouth movements. He nodded with a scared look on his recovering face. 'What card games can you play?' she asked loudly and slowly. 'We'll try Whist.' She dealt them each a hand and they played to the strains of 'These boots were made for walking'. Laughing at each time Nancy Sinatra sang 'these boots were made for walking all over you...', Ali sang too, emphasising the words. 'I win!' she cried, slamming down her cards to trump him again. 'Winners choose and losers lose!' Grabbing him by the sides of his head, she levered it towards to stool's seat. He whimpered in fear. 'Don't worry,' she soothed. 'You'll get used to it.' She enjoyed the struggle of forcing his head onto the stool, turning to wedge his face under her bottom. This time she decided to sit on him with her back to his feet for the first a change. She sat right down on his frightened countenance, his nose submerging into her moistened vulva, her bottom covering his mouth. He futilely struggled to free his trapped head, to no avail. His position was hopeless. Then something extraordinary happened. She was just sitting there, wriggling a bit, enjoying him smothering when he did something she never expected. All of a sudden she felt his tongue probing her anus, first of all going round and round the anal muscle. Then she gasped in astonishment as his moist tongue slowly ventured into her bum-hole. He was actually pushing his tongue up into her bottom passage! It caught her off-guard, momentarily stunned by the unusual affect it had on her, gripping her, making her mesmerised. The sensation was like nothing she'd ever felt before. It was fantastic! Grabbing his flailing arms by the wrists, she sat there in ecstatic wonderment, savouring the long and lingering climax until his struggles became weak. 'Why, Fredrick,' she exclaimed, lifting her bottom, 'that was just so lovely.' The little man was nearly purple and she couldn't hide her amusement at his snortings and loud, desperate inhalations. When she'd recovered from the exhilarating new experience, she smilingly watched him recuperating, taking a drink of Southern Comfort from a hip-flask. Tomorrow was Sunday and there would be no work. She could spend the entire day with him, even taking him out for a horse-ride using him as the saddle. But she'd have to see that cow Jacqui first and sort out a few things. Right now she had another hour or so until she was expected back home. And she was determined she going to make the most of it. ... She is naked and happy upon her white steed. There is no cold nor heat, just a gentle breeze tickling her hair. She is riding her horse through the mist, just missing the silhouettes of the trees. A feeling of peace and harmony hangs in the morning air. Beneath her bottom, the face strives to wrench itself free. She knows the face can't breathe but somehow she derives extraordinary exultation from knowing this. The feeling of squashing his face, of it moulding to her bottom is glorious. She wishes she could stay here sitting on this face-saddle forever, such is the comfort and contentment. It seems so right. So natural. The horse snorts, slowly comes to a halt, drops its head and tears at the green baize and begins to chew some dewy grass. She pats his maned neck, and then strokes the writhing body she is deliberately starving of air. The writhing becomes more and more desperate and wrestles this way and that to free itself. Smiling down at the unfortunate helpless body, she raises her bottom to take a look at the face she has been sitting on. But wait! There is no face, there are no features, just a nose and a mouth. For an instance in time she is momentarily disappointed, then just as quickly an understanding of everything comes to her and her heart gladdens. And all at once she knows what she had to do... Ali woke to the sound of her own gasping. She became wide awake in no time. Strruuuthhh! That was some dream. The best she'd had for ages. She didn't bother to wash, quickly got dressed and was soon down at the breakfast table with her mum. 'You were in late last night,' her mum said, pouring the tea. 'I had the time of my life,' Ali enthused. 'Are you sure you weren't with that Tommy Scofield?' 'No, I told you his name's Fredrick.' 'Are you sure?' 'Mum! He's older than me, but he makes me feel so good.' 'Okay, but that Tommy's such a pain in the ass. He was cheeking me and some others in the village yesterday.' 'What did he say?' 'Really cheeky he was. Said something like; if you were a few years younger I'd fancy you, Mrs Collins, just like your daughter.' 'Did he? Rude asshole. Wait till I see him, I'll give him something to think about.' 'I felt like giving him a clip round the ear. Him and his mates think they're so clever.' 'Don't worry, Mum. I'll never be seen going out with the likes of him.' Mrs Collins poured another cup for her daughter. 'I'm off to church, Ali,' she said, putting on her coat. 'We've got a 'do' after so I won't be home till late. Can you make your own supper?' 'Course, Mum,' Ali replied, taking a swig before slinging her backpack across her shoulder. Mrs Collins turned at the opened front door. 'I'm so glad you've found someone who's right for you,' she said. 'It gladdens my heart to see you so happy.' 'Thanks, Mum. Bye.' Smoothing her hands across her protruding bottom, Ali couldn't suppress the smirk on her face. She had something to do which required her utmost attention. And she'd find out a few things she needed to know. People in town were in their Sunday best, heading for the old church the other side of town. Ali cycled to the town square and turned down a lane lined with beeches. She'd hadn't been here before but she knew where Jacqui lived. It was another warm day and Ali had on her best white jodhpurs. Those walkers that recognised her waved and smiled. Further along she saw a face that caused her to grip the handlebars tightly. 'Hallo, gorgeous!' he called out as she approached. It was Tommy bloody Scofield with a couple of his mates. Ali stuck her nose in the air and cycled past. 'Don't yah fancy me any more?' he called after her. She didn't look back. 'You've got a lovely big arse,' he called. Ali put a hand behind her back and gave him the one finger. 'Cow!' he called and his mates laughed. Soon they were out of sight. She desperately wanted to see Fredrick first thing but this was a priority. This matter needed sorting out urgently. Turning into a smaller lane, she rode across gravel up to a cottage at the end with hanging baskets trailing fucias. 'Hallo, Mrs Jackson,' Ali said to the woman who was just getting into her car. 'Hi, Ali,' Mrs Jackson said. 'Is Jacqui in?' 'She's still in bed,' Mrs Jackson said, raising her eyes as if to say some people were lazy. She unlocked the front door. 'Get her up for me, will you?' the woman said, before getting back into the car. She wound down the window. 'And tell her I'll be back about five tonight.' Ali's Dream 'I will. See you.' The car crunched down the gravel as Ali quietly closed the door behind her. Then she crept up the stairs, carefully taking out some rope from her backpack. The cottage was similar to Ali's, so she had a choice of two doors to try. She guessed the sleeping girl was in the same size as her own. She was right. Jacqui face was peacefully snoozing, facing the ceiling, with her duvet tucked up to her chin. A sound like a quiet snore emanated from her opened mouth. Ali silently closed the door and slipped the top bolt. The curtains were open and the room was well lit. Outside, the main lane and fields showed through the window. Just to be safe Ali carefully switched on the light and, carrying the coiled rope in one hand, drew the curtains. Just as she pulled them to the centre they made a clatter, waking Jacqui. 'What the f...?' exclaimed a drowsy voice. In a trice Ali slung the rope and jumped on the bed, kneeling across the rapidly awaking girl and straddling her chest. With the duvet covering her, Jacqui was imprisoned just as well as having her arms completely trussed. 'Hey!' Jacqui protested. 'Pleased to see me?' Ali smirked down at an anxious face. 'Yeh, what's the time?' Jacqui said, unsure of what was happening and trying to play it down. 'It's time for a bit of fun,' Ali said, grinning. 'Okay, get off and I'll get up,' Jacqui said, trying to move. 'Did you see Fredrick last night?' Ali asked. 'What? Can you get off me?' Jacqui said, getting annoyed. 'Did you see Fredrick last night?' Ali repeated. 'No. Why?' Jacqui replied, struggling harder. 'I don't believe you,' Ali said, edging herself higher up her ensnared body. Jacqui began to kick her legs but the weight of the rope across the bottom part of the heavy duvet encumbered her legs from movement. 'You somehow found out where I keep him and went there, didn't you?' Ali asked, holding Jacqui's face and covering her mouth with one hand. Jacqui tried to speak but the sound was muffled by Ali clamping hand. The fingers of her other hand paused in a pincer formation just above Jacqui's nose. 'And what happened to Fredrick's name medallion?' Ali asked, enjoying the look of apprehension in her captive's eyes. Jacqui tried to turn her head but Ali was stronger. Jacqui's breath came in short snorts through her nose. Then Ali's fingers closed her captive's nostrils together. 'Mmm... mmmm... m... m....' Jacqui went and her face grew red. Ali moved herself up higher, her crutch pushing against her victim's chin. Grinning, she then gripped the girl's head between her thighs. 'You know what I'm going to do to you, don't you?' Ali said. There was a part of Ali which was surprised at what she was doing. She had Fredrick to thank for that, for making her so much more confident and assertive. And there was another part she knew hadn't existed in her before. A naughty part, a wicked part. And now she was going to put that part to good use. She was going to enjoy doing what she was going to do and there was nothing in the world which could stop her. The tall, dark-haired woman walked along the edge of the field. It was barren now but would be covered in green tips of wheat by Spring. She'd been walking for a while, enjoying the fresh country air. The bus had been half full and the driver had directed her to where she was going. It was slightly chilly and she pulled her long coat closer. It had been a long time since she'd been out and about this early. It made a nice change. She saw the hut further ahead and quickened her pace, her leather boots negotiating the bumpy ground expertly. Some crows on a fence squawked at her as she reached the small shed. She peered through the window but it was opaque and could see nothing. From inside she heard sounds and she smiled, looking for a way in. Rattling the padlocked door brought more frantic noises from inside and she produced a small jemmy from an inside pocket. In no time the door swung open into the darkness inside. 'Freddy!' she exclaimed in delight, seeing the small form tied up on the makeshift bed. The man made noises of recognition when he saw her standing in the light from the opened doorway. 'I've missed you, Freddy,' she said, gently untying him. Seeing the oil light, the woman lit it with a match and closed the door. She sat on the stool and looked around. The place was quite cosy, clean, tidy and a small oil heater kept out the cold. 'They've looked after you well, but what have they been doing to you, Freddy?' she mouthed. Fredrick indicated with his hands, cupped them together, pointed at her bottom and pushed his hands to his face. 'Sitting on your face?' she queried. He nodded vigorously, indicating two people. 'Did they sit on your face a lot?' she asked. He nodded again. Standing, she took off her coat, hanging on a nail on the wall. She was wearing tight beige ski-pants, tucked into riding boots. 'We've got a lot of catching up to do, Freddy,' she mouthed gently, smoothing her hands across her bulbous backside. His eyes showed fear and she smiled. She'd missed what she was about to do, missed it very much indeed. 'Uuuurrrghhh!' Jacqui's mouth went. Ali glanced over her shoulder, down at the face she'd just been sitting on. The stimulation was surprisingly more than just a little intense. 'Kiss my arse,' Ali said down to her. The feel of another girl's face being sat on by her was really exciting. She'd never in a month of Sundays thought it would've been this nice. With her jodhpurs peeled down to the tops of her boots, she was kneeling on Jacqui's arms and shoulders facing the end of the bed. 'My... mum'll... be... back... soon...' Jacqui panted. 'She'll... make... you... stop...' Ali sat back down on the helpless face, wiggling to re-establish the airtight seal of her bottom. 'Oh, she told me to tell you she wouldn't be back till tonight,' Ali told her. The dream she'd had last night had been quite explicit. Only it hadn't indicated quite how enjoyable this situation was really going to be. Suffocating Jacqui really was quite exquisite. She raised her posterior from the smothered face, grinning at the deep inhalations her captive made. ''Kiss my arse,' Ali said again. 'Pleeease... don't... make... me...' Jacqui managed to whine between gasping. Ali sat back down, submerging the helpless girl's face beneath her sweating bottom. 'Please yourself,' she said. 'It makes no difference to me. I can stay here all day.' Jacqui struggled desperately under her, trapped under the duvet, with barely any movement being allowed. Ali had, at first, hand-smothered the hapless girl with the purpose of obtaining information. But she'd kept on doing it because the feeling of power it gave her caused her to keep on doing it. Then she'd sat on Jacqui's face and discovered that had been even more pleasurable. That had been two hours ago. The struggles grew weaker and Ali was already moist from the arousal she was experiencing. 'Are you going to kiss my arse?' she asked, wriggling her bottom on the suffocating face to emphasise her dominating position. 'Mmmmmmmmmmhhhh,' came the affirmative smothered noises. Ali raised her backside, purposely sticking it out in the panting girl's face. The moment she felt Jacqui's lips kissing her buttocks Ali took a shark intake of breath. Wow! That was glorious! 'All over,' she commanded, bending forward to enable her to look back and watch. Jacqui obediently began kissing the protruding bottom, covering each buttock with kisses. 'Now lick it,' Ali ordered. 'Lick it in the crack.' The conquered girl's tongue meekly slaked across Ali's crease, bringing her waves of pleasure. This was absolutely fantastic! It was just as electrifying as when Fredrick did it to her, just as lovely. Only it was different, it felt strange but still exhilarating having a girl do it to her. 'Now do what you taught Fredrick to do,' Ali breathed. 'But...' Jacqui started to say. Plomp. Ali sat back right down on her face again. 'No buts just do it,' Ali said. She wanted her victim to do it so much. She stayed sitting there suffocating the poor girl for what seemed an age. When she rose, the gasping girl let her dominated tongue do as it was bid, licking around her victor's dampened vagina. Shock waves of pleasure coursed through Ali's whole body. When she orgasmed, she pleasured herself further by rubbing the tongue with her clitoris, draining every last amount of ecstasy from her victim's mouth. 'Now do my bum,' Ali panted hoarsely. Without hesitation, Jacqui pushed her tongue into Ali's expectant anus making the squatting girl shudder with delight. Jacqui licked in and around the anal passage while Ali wriggled her bottom by way of guidance until she achieved another climax. It was more intense than the first and Ali vaguely wondered if this was because of the added naughtiness of the situation. When Ali had recovered from her sexual transgression, she pulled up her jodhpurs, marvelling at how her assertiveness had progressively been increasing over the past week. 'Kiss my bum and say thank you for bumming me,' Ali said, pushing her breeches-covered backside into the prostrate face. Jacqui complied, humiliatingly planting kisses on the proffered bottom. 'Now, I want you to tell me everything,' she said to the distressed girl, turning and kneeling astride her. 'I tried to tell you,' Jacqui sobbed. 'I didn't teach him to do it. He already knew.' 'How do you mean?' Ali asked incredulously. 'He did it without me telling him,' came the reply. 'As soon as I was naked he did it automatically, as if he'd been taught.' 'Go on,' Ali prompted. 'It must've been his carer,' Jacqui whimpered. 'His carer!' Ali exclaimed. 'He's got a carer?' 'I rang the number on his name-plate and a woman answered,' Jacqui explained. 'I told her everything...' 'You little arselick,' Ali cried. 'You told her all about what we did to him?' 'Not all of it,' Jacqui answered. 'Not about the sex we made him do, just about how he was found and where he's being kept.' 'So you did know where I'd hid him?' 'I followed you that day and waited.' 'And then you did use him in the hut? I knew it.' Jacqui blinkered some tears. 'Yes,' she whined. 'It was so good, much better than usual 'cos I knew I was using him in a place you'd hid him from me.' 'So, what's going to happen now?' 'She said she'd go and pick him up.' 'You stupid cow. You've gone and spoiled something which we could've enjoyed for ages.' Ali glowered down at the girl she'd just humiliated and made to have sex with her. 'I wanted to get back at you,' Jacqui explained, tears now rolling down her cheeks. Ali got off the bed and opened the curtains. Outside was sunny and on the trees the Autumn leaves showed their rusty brown and russet colours. 'What time will she get there?' she asked. 'I don't know,' Jacqui sobbed. 'I'll see you later,' Ali said. 'And don't you go telling anyone about what happened here. It's to be our little secret. Understand?' The girl was trying very hard not to cry. 'Understand?' Ali insisted. 'Otherwise I'll let everyone know what you did for me.' 'Y... y... yes,' Jacqui managed to say. Ali unbolted the door and left the girl she'd just made into her sex slave sobbing into the pillow. The insides of the windows of the hut had steamed up. Condensation trickled down in tiny rivulets to form small pools on the sills. The chill had dissipated and the woman was now quite hot, hot enough to comfortably peel off her boots and breeches. She'd made up for her lost time by face sitting her charge non-stop for an hour and a half, revelling in the small man's helplessness. She'd put him through quite an ordeal and hadn't allowed him to have much time to breathe at all. She knew him well, well enough to take him to the edge of his endurance. It was exciting for her to do this to him and in any case she'd missed doing it for the last few days. Michaella had been sitting on Fredrick's face suffocating him for several minutes without any respite, grinding her naked backside into his face humiliatingly whilst smothering him with her weight. It stimulated her so to know he was suffering badly beneath her dominating position. 'No, my little Freddy, I don't want you to breathe at all yet for a while,' she panted, not bothering that he was unable to hear her. He suffered for quite a while longer, his body striving for an escape to be able to seek the breath he so desperately craved. She sat there squashing his face, savouring the blissful experience. This she had missed so very much. She'd be much more careful to make sure he didn't go missing ever again. When she was ready she raised herself, emotionally preparing herself for the ensuing overpowering pleasure which was soon to inevitably follow. He took a few moments to replete his lungs sufficiently enough before his tongue slaked into her dampened vagina, working its way all around the pliable fleshy vulva just the way she liked it, the way she'd painstakingly taught him all those years ago. This was a job made in heaven. He was wealthy, vulnerable and completely dependant upon her. She had total control over him, could do anything she pleased with him. And she did. His last parent had died four years ago and the trustees of the estate had been obliged to fulfil the conditions of the rich parents' will. Their heir was to be properly cared for by employing a full-time carer. She was picked out of a short-list of ten. She was just the right side of thirty, had a nursing degree and a supposed caring nature. It hadn't taken her long to discover the pleasures of face sitting and smothering him. Then one thing led to another and before she knew it she was using him as a sex slave every day. She sank back down onto his face just as the orgasm cascaded into every part of her body. To feel him suffocating beneath her always intensified the sensation. It was several minutes before the ecstatic feelings began to slowly recede and she lifted herself, positioning her bottom-crease directly above his mouth. She smiled down at the pathetic little man choking and gasping, wriggling her backside in his face impatiently. Almost at once he started to rim her anal muscle, causing her to slightly arch her back at the lovely sensation. Then she gasped in delight as his tongue entered her anus, probing and wending in its dexterity to finally make her cry out in delirious gratification. His face was just the right shape for her bottom. It moulded in so very nicely. It was just the perfect shape for her perfect bottom. It was a match made in heaven, she mused to herself as she sat back down on his frightened face. Ali rode as fast as she could. Thankfully as she went back through the town all the church-goers were still in their house of worship. She didn't want to be delayed. She was in a hurry and wanted to try and get to Fredrick before the carer came to collect him. Her wheels crunched through piles of crisp leaves that had fallen early. She sped past the town square's monument. 'Oi, gorgeous!' a voice called out from behind it. She knew the voice belonged to Tommy Scofield. She braked hard. He'd been hidden behind the monolith sitting on the bench with his mates. Ali saw a couple of cans of strong lager. 'Hi, Tommy,' she called back. He looked momentarily puzzled by her friendly tone. 'Come here, I won't bite,' she called over. He took a confused look at his mates then swaggered over. 'Sorry about earlier,' he said. 'you know, about saying you've got, err, a big bum.' 'Don't worry,' she said. 'I was just in a hurry, that's all. That's why I didn't stop.' He relaxed a bit, his frowned face changing into a picture of turmoil as if he was deciding something momentous. 'You fancy coming out with me tonight?' he managed to ask. 'Yes,' Ali replied. 'Yes I do.' He looked momentarily surprised then just as quickly, pleased. 'Really? D'you fancy going to see a movie?' he asked uncertainly, as if this type of question was alien to him. 'No, I've got a better idea,' she said smiling. 'Ill meet you by Farmer Jack's old field, the one near the bus stop tonight.' 'The one he grows his wheat in?' he queried. 'That's the one,' she said. 'I'll meet you there at six.' 'Why there,' he questioned. 'I want to show you something nice,' she said, wiggling her bottom on the saddle and watching his eyes ogling it. 'I'll see you at six,' he enthused. 'And, Tommy?' she said. 'What?' 'Just you, okay, none of your mates?' He looked back at them as if he felt somewhat uncomfortable if he was going to go without them. 'Okay,' he decided. She grinned back at his trying-to-look-tough image as he put on a self-conscious hand wave as she cycled off, feeling his eyes burning the image of her protruding tight jodhpur-clad bottom into his mind. It took her half an hour to almost reach the hut. As soon as she arrived she parked her bike a way back from the shed, walking as quietly as she could right up to the wooden structure. The broken lock on the closed door told her she was too late. If the carer was there she may have found out what really went on. And then she could make things very difficult for her and Jacqui. She bent and peeked through a small screw-hole in the door. What she saw momentarily transfixed her to the spot. There was a large woman wearing breeches sitting on Fredrick's face on her squatting stool, with the small man struggling like mad to breathe. She dawdled, uncertainly, her breathe coming in short bursts of steam in the cold air. Then she made up her mind and slowly opened the door. The squeak from the hinges made the woman whirl round in surprise. Almost at the same time she stood, allowing Fredrick to noisily inhale, while she faced Ali defensively. Ali held out a hand. 'Hi, you must be Fredrick's carer,' she said. 'I'm Ali.' With the ice broken the woman relaxed enough to accept the token of friendship. 'I'm Michaella,' she said, giving the hand a firm grip. 'I hadn't realised you liked doing that, too,' Ali said, indicating what the woman had been doing to her employer. 'I understand that you and, err, I can't recall her name...' 'Jacqui,' Ali prompted. '... that you and Jacqui liked doing it as well,' Michaella said. 'He's very nice to sit on,' Ali noted. 'Yes, I discovered that a few years ago,' Michaella agreed. 'However, I am in charge of him and it's my duty to ensure no harm comes to him.' 'He's been well looked after,' Ali offered. 'I know, I can see,' Michaella said. 'He looks very well.' There was a few seconds of awkwardness in the unusual situation they were now faced. 'You know I have to take him back?' Michaella said. They both looked down at the helpless small man tied with his head on the stool. Ali looked resigned to the inevitable. 'I know,' she said. 'I knew from my dreams what was going to happen.' Michaela had a puzzled look on her attractive face. 'Your dreams?' 'I have these dreams,' Ali started. 'They kinda tell me what's going to happen.' 'Like a premonition?' 'Sort of, I suppose,' Ali explained. 'I had my first one the day before I found him on the verge. Then every night since I've dreamt what's going to happen next.' 'That's spooky,' Michaela laughed, untying Fredrick. 'He's helped me a lot,' Ali admitted. 'Ever since I met him he's sort of given me this extra confidence. It's almost like what I did to him was meant to be to help make me more courageous and self-confident.' Michaela studied the younger woman's face for a moment seeking any signs of irony.