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The Perfect Face

By: Laz110



She sat upright in the driver's seat having caught sight of him in the door mirror approaching her Cadillac CTS from behind. She'd seen him many times before but today he looked even more gorgeous. Those eyes, that Roman nose and high cheekbones. And those delicious full lips. God how she liked that mouth of his.

In another time or place she might be accused of stalking having followed him for the past week after spotting him living further down her tree-lined boulevard. Millionaires row they called it, with long striped front lawns, security gates and high fences. But to her it was simply 'taking an interest'.

She involuntarily shifted slightly, becoming aware of an imminent sense of arousal at the look of him. Watching him cross the road, she deliberately moved away from the kerbside as if to make a 'U' turn, stopping abruptly to narrowly miss bumping into him.

His startled look gave her goose bumps.

'Sorry,' she said through the wound-down window. 'I am so sorry. Are you okay?

'Sure,' came his reply. 'Not to worry.' He made it to the other side of the road to continue on his journey.

Unperturbed she completed her manoeuvre, driving beside the kerb slowly beside his pacing footsteps.

'Are you sure you're okay?' she enquired giving him one of her most attractive pouts.

'No harm done,' he replied, slowing his walk to look at her more closely.

'I am so stupid,' she said. 'I nearly knocked you down.'

'Aren't you the girl who lives in the big white house?' he asked.

'I am,' she pouted.

'Is that the CTS?' he asked, stopping.

'Yes,' came her reply.

'Nice car,' he said, moving away to continue his journey.

Easing her foot down on the accelerator, she caught up with his quick pace, slowly moving alongside him again.

'Say, do you fancy going out for a drink or something?' she asked through the opened window. Her chances were slipping away and she couldn't allow that.

He gave her a quick glance. 'Thanks but no thanks,' he replied, quickening his step.

'You got a girlfriend?' she asked, her determination building her courage.

In a few moments the end of their road would merge with the highway where she knew he caught a bus to work.

Damn! He looked annoyed.

'No,' he said, rolling his eyes. She caught that momentary grimace but still her resolve kicked in.

'You don't find me attractive?' she called over. 'Me, I think you're gorgeous.'

He stopped suddenly and her reactions were fast enough for her to brake beside him.

'Look,' he began. 'You're very pretty but I'm a lot older than you. How old are you- sixteen, seventeen?'

'No, I'm eighteen; it was my birthday two days ago,' she countered indignantly.

'Well then,' he sighed, glancing irritably at his watch. 'I'm much too old for you.'

'How old are you?' she asked. Her nipples were hard against her blouse. She liked older men.

'I'm thirty seven,' he replied. 'Look you're a very pretty young girl and you can easily find someone nearer your age. I have to go or I'll miss my bus.'

'Age is just a number,' came her answer, then adding resolutely; 'And I'm not a girl I'm a woman.'

He shook his head in a kind of sorrowful sort of way and turned to move off. Glancing in all her mirrors, she noted there was no one else about. This was the one chance she'd been waited for as since she'd been gifted with it she might not get it again. Making sure the coast was clear, she whipped out the Taser her Aunt had bought for her birthday and fired. His body jerked as he fell to the ground and all of a sudden as she looked down at his face she knew she'd made the right choice. He was going to be the one for her.

The bedroom was all mirrors. A ceiling mirror and wall mirrors showed her from every possible angle. Some might say she was narcissistic but she didn't care. She loved her body and could spend hours admiring her tanned body with no bikini white marks, her large proud breasts and her prominent bottom. When she was younger she had masturbated to orgasms just looking at her reflections fantasising of the time she would meet the man of her dreams. 

And now she had.

She was naked and so was he. He lay on his back beneath her, his ankles and wrists secured to each corner of the bed with straps. A ball-gag strapped into his mouth prevented any amount of breath to enter his mouth. She was sitting on his throat rubbing his chin against her damp pussy, looking down at those cow eyes with long lashes. She knelt on his arms stroking his face, running her manicured fingers across every bit of his countenance. The mere sight of him in the mirrors completely immobilised under her body turned her on even more and she kept on rechecking the straps ensuring there was no way he could escape. The smell of her sexual arousal permeated his nostrils as he came round from the date rape drug forced upon him.

'Hi, my darling,' she breathed, wriggling her buttocks on his crushed windpipe. With her weight bearing down on his throat, added with the constriction of the gag, allowed only a minute wheezing of an intake of air through his nose. Panic showed on his face as his predicament became increasingly clear.

'Oh my God your wriggling is making me really horny, Honey,' she said, watching her beautiful body in the wall mirror completely dominating him. 'I just knew it when I first saw you,' she gushed. 'I just knew you were going to be the one. Jeez, I'm so happy we're together now.'

She paused, relishing the whole situation of her utter control and of his plight. She gave out a long and deep satisfied sigh.

His eyes, filled with horror and of panic, searched hers for any kind of mercy. His subjugated body squirmed beneath her in a futile attempt to free himself from her supremacy over him.

'You and me are going to have such good times together, my love,' she told him, shifting herself from his crushed throat. This enabled him to snort in much-needed air and the sound from his nose made her giggle.

'Gosh, you look so cute when you're inhaling like that,' she noted with amusement. Again she paused, her bottom wavering just above his face. 'Now, let's test this out, see if I was right,' she breathed.

She caught his head between her legs to prevent it twisting and turning away, forcing him to look straight upwards. 

'What's up, Honey, don't ya like the look of my pussy?' she chuckled, slipping her vulva down onto his nose engulfing it.

His muffled cries made her giggle even more before half closing her eyes. Selfishly, she ground her sex into his overwhelmed nostrils blocking out his last remaining means of breathing, riding it and sitting full-weight on his dominated face.

'Oh... my... God...' she hissed through gritted teeth. 'Oh... my... fucking... sweet... Jesus...'

A long low moan escaped from her throat as the climax grew, slow at first and then coming as a raging torrent of ecstasy. She fucked his face for several long minutes, excruciating for him, rapturously agonising for her, with her allowing only tiny respites for him to hiss intakes of air to keep him from passing out.

After she had come down from her world of hedonism she sat on his chest wiping his wet face with her panties smiling at his choking inhalations.

'You really are the one for me,' she said, stroking his tearful face. 'I knew it from the moment I saw you. I just knew it. We are going to have such good times together.'

Finishing her admiring caresses, she turned her back to him, positioning her gym-toned large bottom over his head.

'Now we'll try it this way,' she informed him, untying the gag. 'But no talking, ya hear? If you talk I'll make you pass out and you wouldn't want that, Honey, would ya?'

He barely managed to inhale before she sat down, completely submerging his face with her backside. She wiggled his nose to ingress into her anus, her vagina burying his mouth.

'Oh... my...' she began. 'Oh... my... fucking... dear... Lord...' Her face screwed up, her eyes tightly closed as the waves of pleasure cascaded throughout her. 'Your face was just made to be sat on,' she managed to breathe. 'This feels so good, it feels just so right, Honey. Your face is just perfect. You were born to be sat on by me, Honey. Oh my God, I love you so much...'

Then she continued sitting on him for a very long time.

'Who d'ya think's gonna win?' she asked, spooning some more Häagen-Dazs in her lush-lipped mouth.

Adelle Bonnie Sinclair shifted her rotund, shapely bottom on his helpless face to allow him to gasp an intake of much-needed air before repositioning herself. Dressed in tight leggings and loose top, she was enjoying one of her favourite programmes sitting in the specially adapted lounger which accommodated her captive with only his face appearing in the hole in its centre.

'I'd like the brother and sister to win,' she opined, luxuriating in the glorious sensation of smothering her ideal partner and at the same time enjoying the smooth texture of the ice cream slipping down her throat.

Strains of America's Got Talent sounded loudly on the surround sound from the 82" TV. Giggling, she raised a buttock slightly, revelling in the snorting noises coming from beneath her backside.

'I love it when you make those sounds,' she admitted, resitting back to her suffocation mode.

Her first night sleeping with him had been an absolute joy. She was positive she'd made the right choice with him. It had been so exquisite with his face comfortably tightly strapped to her posterior but just loose enough to let him breathe by wriggling his face around between her butt cheeks. She'd tethered his wrists to her strong thighs and it felt so good as he gasped and panted in her ass crack all night, shifting his face this way and that to get some air. It was a right turn-on; he certainly knew how to stimulate her alright. The icing on the cake was when she told him to lick her anus and although it took a bit of coaxing by denying him air for long periods he did it in the end and it was so good she must have come for a good twenty minutes. He was just so cute trying to escape. He attempted it for a while until he became so exhausted he gave up and she had the most wonderful deep sleep.

'Let me give you some, Honey,' she told him in a choochy-coo type of voice, standing to raise a spoonful of ice cream and pressing it to his lips.

'Please let me go,' he managed to pant in between breaths.

'Don't be silly, Darling,' she said, forcing the sweet into his mouth so he almost choked. 'Me and you are destined to be together forever...'

Then she added settling her backside back onto his face: 'Forever and ever. You're my lifetime partner and I'm not about to lose you to some bimbo who wouldn't appreciate you like I do.' 

Wriggling her bottom across his face, she gave out a satisfied sigh. 'One day we're gonna get married and live happily ever after.'

Amid lots of noise and applause the sibling act won the contest and got through to the next round much to her delight. Leaning forward she slipped down her leggings to reveal her naked buttocks.

'You know what I like my darling,' she breathed, parting her cheeks to show him her anus. 'And here's a little treat for you.' 

Scooping out a fingertip full of ice cream she rubbed it all around her anal muscle, giggling at the coldness.

Obediently he began to lick the dessert from her anal crease, working his tongue in and around her anus like she'd taught him last night. Then she sat right down fully on his face, her buttocks spreading across the perfect face she'd chosen to be with for eternity.

'Keep licking my bum, Darling,' she commanded, closing her eyes. 'Of yes, you were born to be my arse-licker, Honey. You're just so good at it.'

Her face became a picture of selfish gratitude while she enjoyed his oral attentions, dreamily contemplating their intimate future together. Then she turned off the volume so she could fully appreciate the orgasm that was about to happen.

'We're going on a nice picnic by the lake,' she said to her captive partner, her manicured rouge-coloured fingernails lightly gliding across his nose and mouth in appreciation. 'I'm sure you'll love it, I certainly will.'

He looked up at her smiling face as she busied herself bending inside the car as she placed the hamper on the back seats. She had fed him his daily dose of the date rape drug which ensured he was weak and compliant. She had an endless supply and would use it for as long as necessary.

'Please don't do this,' he pleaded. 'Please just let me go and I'll never tell anyone I promise.'

'Oh my love, you look so cute down there,' she tittered.

His face peered out from the hole in the driver's seat, while his body stretched into the rear secreted in the modified constraints. Anyone looking inside the vehicle would be completely unaware someone was being held immobilised against their will unless they spotted his head looking upwards within the seat.

'You're teasing me again you naughty thing, Darling,' she giggled. 'You love me doing this to you, I know you do. What man wouldn't?'

Dressed in a light blue summer skirt and blouse, she hummed happily to herself before closing the rear door and clambered into the driver's seat. Her knickerless bottom squashed down on his upturned face completely obliterating it from sight.

It was early morning and the sun was beginning to warm the world from the cloudless sky. It was a two-hour drive and she was so looking forward to a day out with her true love. A day in the country all to themselves with no one to bother them. Absolute bliss!

Noises from beneath her indicated her lover needed some air so she lifted a bottom cheek momentarily.

'Silly boy,' she cheerfully scolded him. 'You should be holding your breath for a lot longer than that by now.'

The electric gates closed behind as she headed eastwards. They'd reach the lake by about noon just in time to start their picnic. She was the type of person who upon arriving couldn't wait to eat lunch on a trip such as this. She'd always been like that as long as she could remember.

The feel of his face under her naked body made the drive the most pleasant she'd ever experienced. She'd often dreamed of having a partner who she could sit on his face whilst driving and it was better than she'd ever imagined.

Once out of the city the traffic became less crowded and she barely noticed her speed gradually climbing above the limit so engrossed was she in the tingling sensations from squishing his face with her bum and the stereophonic harmony coming from all the car's many speakers of her favourite tunes.

Suddenly the blue and red flashing lights in her rear view mirror and the noise of the police siren shook her out of her dream-like state.

'Do you know how fast you were going?' the officer asked looking in through her now opened window after she'd pulled into the side of the highway. The cd player and engine were turned off and a coldness gripped her insides.

'I'm so sorry officer,' she replied. 'Was I going too fast?'

'Yes, Ma'am,' he told her. 'I'd like you to step out of the car.'

Her face camouflaged her anxiety of the consequences if she did.

'I will, but the pain will be too much I'm afraid,' she said thinking quickly.

'Ma'am?' queried the policeman.

'My leg is recovering from being broken,' she said wincing as she wriggled in the seat. 

Beneath her the hapless captive was rapidly running out of air and his lungs and entire body were wracked in agony as she daren't let him breathe because of the noise he would make.

The officer leaned in further to take a closer look.

'There's no plaster cast,' he noted.

'No, it came off yesterday,' she replied wincing again. 'Here's my driver's licence and other details,' she added handing him the documents.

'What's that noise?' he asked on hearing her victim's groans of desperation. The mere fact her seat was suffocating to the extreme and the movements of his writhing face against her bare bottom and pussy was making her very horny.

Her mind raced. 'It's my stomach,' she told him, controlling her voice. 'Er, I've been taking pain-killers and antibiotics and they're playing havoc with my tummy.'

'Okay, I'm still going to have to ask you to get out of the car, Ma'am,' he told her.

Panic began to set in as she feared the worst. If her lover was discovered the penalty would be much more than just a speeding ticket.

At that moment a lecherous passing motorist who had been looking at the scene and at the beautiful young woman by the side of the road slammed into the rear of a car in front of him. The sound of grinding metal upon metal reverberated noisily.

'Just be careful next time, Ma'am,' the policeman said hurriedly before handing back her paperwork and hurrying across to the accident.

'Whew!' she breathed a sigh of relief, 'that was a close call, Honey,' before lifting her buttock to the strenuous gaspings below her from her human seat.

She continued on her journey glad they would be there in a half an hour.

'I thought for a minute our relationship was gonna come to an abrupt end, Darling,' she confessed laughing, grinding her bottom across his squashed face.

The lake at this time of year looked absolutely splendid. They were close to the water's edge as she fed the water fowl with broken bits of bread, admiring the view of the mountains in the background while lying on her belly enjoying a roast chicken sandwich. He lay on top of her lower half with his wrists secured to her thighs and his head had a strap to keep his face inches from her backside. Occasionally she would break off a piece of meat and squeeze it between her buttocks forcing him to eat it from her bottom.

'Just think, Darling, we're gonna be together for the rest of our lives,' she happily mused. 'Just me and you doing all the things we like doing together like this.'

Turning to look round at her partner who was just finishing the last snack near her anus she giggled. 'You sure know how to turn a girl on, Honey,' she breathed. 

Then she tightened the belt round the back of his head drawing his face right into her bottom crease so his source of breathing was abruptly cut off and his mouth pressed hard against her puckering anus. 'This is perfect, just perfect,' she noted, a satisfied look of her attractive face. 'Now do what I like and I want your tongue to get right up inside and make me scream.'

He did as he was bid and rimmed her anal passage until it relaxed enough for him to gradually slide his tongue inside her welcoming asshole. Within a short time his arms pulled vainly, tugging at her thighs in an attempt to free himself from his extreme discomfort and suffocation. Then he fought like mad in desperation, struggling like mad to free himself in an act of survival.

'That's the spirit,' she grinned, looking back at his bulging eyes peeking back at her over the peaks of her buttocks pleading for some kind of respite. 'Just think my darling ours is a match just made in Heaven.'

His tongue paused in its exploration of her anal passage due to his concentration focusing more on escaping from the confines of her oppressive bottom and to at least inhale some amount of air.

'Keep it up, Honey, my very own perfect face,' she told him dreamily. 

His drug induced obedient mind complied and his oral muscle continued even under the duress of the situation.

'Go on for as long as you can.' She spoke quietly and huskily, her mind, body and spirit seeing only a place which was close to Paradise.

As his tongue worked up and around her sphincter she startled the ducks who took flight as her cry of ecstasy carried far across the still, placid waters for a very long time.

The end