Jake’s breathing quickened as Natalie edged closer to his smother box. She lifted her left leg and knelt seductively on the edge of the lid. Smooth warm thighs, all the way up to the hem of her panties, were now on show, but Jake could do nothing but watch and wait.

The curvy woman slinked closer, watching in delight as Jake and Natalie fixed eyes on each other. She loved how her bar could ignite such lust between lovers, while also allowing her to enter their worlds as disciplinarian and teacher.

She installed strict discipline with her boys as they waited for her to slide them forward into the bar and into the loving embrace of their waiting partners. But she was also a woman who loved a man’s touch, and her legs would often brush close to their boxes.

She would read their eyes to see who wanted to play.  Nice guys with a lusting look would quickly fall foul of her arbitrary rules and be punished.

A strict schoolmistress frown and she would turn and slowly sit. If they protested, she would just slide them into the bar and the clutches of the cocktail filled girls on the other side of the wall. If not, her cheeks would engulf their faces from which point she was almost impossible to refuse.

*

Jake gazed up helplessly. He had spent most of the afternoon locked in his box, exploring and worshipping Natalie’s naked body and the sight of it squeezed back into her short tight dress and towering above him was too much to take. He tensed and thrust his head up against the underside of the smother box, while his arms and legs pushed up against the inside of the metal coffin-shaped box that contained the rest of his body.

“Mmm… and how did that work out for you?” the curvy woman asked.

Natalie was now so close that Jake had no choice but to stare up her skirt at the white silk pulling tight between her legs.

“Please let me out,” Jake moaned.

“You know I can’t release you with Natalie’s permission,” the woman replied.

 “Oh dear, Jakey,” Natalie gushed, letting out an endearing giggle, “My body may have a few demands.”

“Looks like you’d better meet those demands,” the woman smiled, “’Cos in that box you are kind of fucked until someone out here lets you out”.

“Sit on me, Nat,” Jake moaned, his heart pounding and his lips apart.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and the curvy woman spun elegantly on her heels, her short skirt bouncing as she stepped away to answer it. Natalie started to ease up her dress, her lust-filled body coming out to play, only to freeze as she heard the voice of the new arrival. It was Ben, who was both Natalie’s brother and Jake’s best friend.

“Quick, I give you my permission to get out!” Natalie hissed, pulling frantically on the lid.

“It’s locked. We need the woman’s key!” Jake cried.

“Where is it?”

“In her fucking bra, I think!” Jake cried.

“Well, then my brother is staring at them right now!”

Natalie jumped back as the woman led her brother into the room. She dropped down onto Jake’s smother box and reprimanded him with a ‘shush’ as he moaned in pain from her clumsy impact. She plunged her head down between her own thighs, peered inside her figure-hugging skirt and grinned at Jake’s one uncovered eye as the woman led her brother across the room and into an empty box.

“Just wait here,” Natalie whispered to the man between her legs as an elicit thought ran in circles around her head.

“No way, Nat!” Jake shushed.

“He’ll never know!”

With her anonymity assured, Natalie couldn’t resist tiptoeing across the room, pulling up her dress and dropping down onto her brother’s face. In her haste, her butt had hit him with some force, and he also cried out in a muffled moan. Careful to keep his eyes covered, Natalie shifted her weight until his lips could just move against the crotch of her lingerie.

“Rach is that you?” Ben called, unaware that he hadn’t yet been slid into the bar.

Natalie’s eyebrows raised; she had no idea that Ben was seeing her friend Rachel.

“Rachel?” he croaked again.

Natalie grinned. It was so easy to fool him as, strangely enough, he had never had his sister’s panties perched on his face before. Thinking that he was now with Rachel, Ben started to work his lips into her crotch, completely unaware that he was kissing his sister. Natalie had no idea that her brother could be so gentle, and she sat with her unyielding weight pressing down through her curves.

“Rach, you feel amazing,” Ben mumbled, “let me kiss you…” he was straining to reach his lips up between her legs and push inside her underwear.

Oops, this was in danger of going too far. It felt good to tease her older sibling, but she wasn’t letting Ben inside her pants. She bounced forward, pulled her cheeks apart and eased down trapping his nose and mouth in between her butt.

Ben was disorientated and helpless beneath Natalie, who was quickly becoming an expert on how to tease and torment a guy’s face. Natalie knew that trapping his nose and mouth between her cheeks was the ultimate punishment, hidden from sight in an airtight and inescapable cell.

‘Oh Ben, what a comedown,’ Natalie mouthed, ‘Stuck between your sister’s cheeks.’

Ben was moaning, he had evidently been hoping to gift his new date oral sex and was frustrated at being relegated to her butt. The cheeks were also starting to suffocate him, as his little sister kept him down in her subterranean underworld for a few minutes more.

Natalie felt wonderful, satisfied on so many levels, but she could see the woman coming back. She jumped up, straightened her creased lingerie and pushed her brother’s box forward into the bar to be met by cries of delight from Rachel and her friends.

Natalie danced back over to Jake’s box and stood over him with a mischievous grin.

“You didn’t, did you, Nat?” Jake exclaimed.

“I didn’t let him lick me…” she smiled impishly.

“Fuck, Nat!” Jake laughed, increasingly aroused by his unpredictable brunette.

Natalie reached for her small brown handbag from which she pulled the small bear with the chain around its neck. She ran the bear’s nose up the inside of her thigh, its tiny body disappearing up inside her dress until she locked it away helplessly inside the crotch of her underwear.

“Oh Natalie,” Jake moaned, trying to resist touching his own overused cock.

“Well, you’re still stuck inside your box,” she teased.

“The woman won’t let me out without… ‘my Goddess’s’… consent!” Jake took a quick breath in. He couldn’t quite believe what he had said.

“Goddess?” she repeated in a whisper.

“Yes, I ‘m fucking crazy for you!” Jake moaned.

The stunned silence was broken as the curvy woman returned and rested her short cream skirt on the edge of Jake’s smother box, “So what’s your decree?” she asked Natalie.

Natalie was stepping from heel to heel, overwhelmed, trembling and giggling with her hands pressed to her face. She needed a moment to think and the curvy woman obliged by sliding across and settling her full weight onto Jake’s face.

“It’s okay sweetie,” the woman purred, “Nothing gets in or out of the box while I’m sitting on top.”

“I think he likes me,” Natalie trembled.

“I don’t think you need that bear,” the woman replied.

“Can you chain us together?” Natalie ventured nervously.

“Of course, sweetie… shall we let him re-join the world?”

The woman slid her bottom to the side and looked down at Jake’s pleading eyes, “Your lucky day,” she smiled, “I’m going to chain you lovers together.”

Jake knew he was grinning inanely, but he didn’t care.

“Head-to-head, or head-to-toe…” the woman asked.

“Head to toe!” Natalie blurted.

Jake gazed up expectantly, as if waiting to be asked for his view.

“Has having a woman on your face all day taught you nothing about this place?” the curvy woman smiled, her rolling hips edging closer.

She unlocked Jake’s box, took Jake’s hand and steered him to the bathroom located on the other side of the room. She pointed inside at the shower and swung the heavy wooden door closed behind him and drew across the two heavy bolts.

“You can watch if you like,” she called to Natalie, who quickly joined her at the door’s small barred window.

*

Jake followed orders to undress and pass his clothes back through the barred window. With the women still watching, he then stepped into the shower and under the hot running water.

He dried his dark ruffled hair and wrapped the large white towel around his waist. He then padded back to the small barred window to find Natalie standing with her back to him, watching yet another guy climb into his box.

“Nat,” he hissed.

She didn’t hear him, instead absentmindedly tapping her butt, left then right, making her cheeks shake and quiver inside her short blue dress.

Jake tried to squeeze his hand through the bars but fell way short of reaching even the nearest bolt. He looked up at Natalie whose dress had now ridden up to reveal a slither of white underwear on which her fingernails were drawing circles as she watched another box roll forward into the bar to be met by waiting female flesh.

“Nat, I know you’re busy,” Jake called again.

She turned, smiled at him and walked up the door. She hooked her long dark hair back over her shoulders and leaned closer to kiss Jake through the bars.

“You look fucking hot in that dress,” Jake whispered.

Natalie treated him to a wiggle of her hips and a cheeky smile, “Like anything else?” she teased, sliding up her dress in the hope of more compliments.

“Just kiss me,” Jake growled, pushing his lips up to the bars.

“Mmm, I love you in this mood,” Natalie trembled.

“Please let me out,” he panted.

“Mmm… what do I get in return?”

Giving up his freedom in worship Natalie’s body may have seemed sacrifice enough, but then nothing was straightforward when Natalie was in this breathy mood.

“We’re gonna be chained together,” Natalie cried out in delight as their hostess returned.

The curvy woman unbolted Jake’s door and stepped inside. She pressed Jake back against the wall and played with the chain and butt logo that was still padlocked around his neck. He barely noticed it now. It was as if being branded was now a way of life. Anyway, there were worse messages to tell the world than the fact you worship and pleasure your woman.

“You know this is a game and I will let you go at any time,” the curvy woman breathed, her perfume strong as she leaned closer, only daring to kiss his cheek.

“Can’t I forfeit all my rights?” Jake replied.

“That’s a dangerous thing to say to me, sweetie,” she smiled, “You’re fucking cute and who knows what’s going on in Natalie’s loved up mind.”

“Guess, we’ll find out.”

“So, you okay if I chain you to that crazy girl?” the woman asked.

“I really don’t think I could disappoint those cute eyes,” Jake smiled.

“You’re too nice,” the woman sighed, “but okay, I promise to keep you two chained until Natalie says. And judging by her mood, you guys may be hooked up for a while.”

The woman teasingly unhooked Jake’s towel and watched it fall to the tiled floor. She then led Jake and Natalie into a windowless room at the back of the bar that contained a queen-sized bed that filled nearly all the space and a tiny ensuite toilet.

Natalie couldn’t keep still, wrapping her arms around her naked man’s neck, bringing him down with her onto the bed. She kissed him and then bounced up to her knees, flipped around and lay down head to toe.

The woman reached for a high-security chain, which she padlocked around Natalie’s waist just above her dainty panties. It wasn’t tight, but tight enough to ensure that it would never slide down over Natalie’s hips without the key. She then ran the spare end through Jake’s neck chain, through Natalie’s legs and padlocked it back onto the back of Natalie’s waist chain.

She then repeated her simple, but permanent restraint system to attach Natalie’s neck to Jake’s crotch. The same high security chain and padlocks glinting in the overhead lights. Not tight but totally inescapable.

“Okay so it's agreed, you lovers stay chained together until Natalie says,” the woman sympathised, “So Jake, welcome to your new life between her legs!”

“Can you leave us like this forever,” Natalie called, peppering his cock with kisses.

“Whatever you want,” the woman purred.

Jake dodged to avoid the vice-like grip of Natalie’s thrusting and over-friendly thighs. With her legs finally pinned safely to the bed, he looked up, but the woman had gone with the metal door thudding shut and locking behind her. The sound of the turning key and sliding bolts seemed to last forever, leaving a feeling of complete helplessness.

It made Natalie even more animated and hungry for her crush. She gripped Jake’s erection and slid it into her open mouth. Her arms wrapped around his legs and her lips sucked hard beneath a tangle of brown hair. Jake knew he couldn’t free himself from her embrace and closed his eyes, moaning and climaxing less than a minute later.

“Wow Nat!” he gasped.

She tried to consume him again, but Jake pushed her head between his legs and clamped his muscular thighs closed around her neck to hold her in place. Natalie loved that too and nuzzled into his thighs as she served her sentence for bad behaviour.

“I thought we had forever,” he panted, rolling on top of her to explore her spread legs. He pulled aside her lingerie and brushed his lips across her vagina with the slightest of touches.

Natalie was in heaven. The combination of being crushed beneath him, her head locked away and the touch of his lips made her float. She climaxed slowly and loudly and was left grinning inanely and unable to stop shaking.

Jake released his grip around her neck, and it was now the turn of Natalie’s thighs to lock away their prey, although as far as Natalie was concerned, he was locked up for good behaviour. Jake peppered her bottom with kisses until he found a nice place between her cheeks to snuggle in and close his eyes.

Natalie sighed contentedly. It was the perfect place to store her lover until she was ready to go again.

*

“I assume she didn’t leave her keys,” Jake gasped breathlessly as he explored the high security chains that locked him and Natalie together in the classic ‘69’ lovers’ position.

“No keys,” Natalie moaned in delight, her lips chasing his bouncing cock, “ Just you and me bound by permanent chains.”

The chains certainly looked permanent, thick hardened steel links with high security padlocks had evidently been designed to give the keyholder ultimate control. The heavy chain looked both sexy and intimidating around Natalie’s slim waist, forbidding as it glittered across her delicate lingerie and down between her legs. Jake’s neck was now locked tightly to Natalie’s crotch chains and without the woman’s keys, they would stay linked together forever.

“Isn’t it exciting to be so helpless?” Natalie trembled, “She could keep us here forever.”

Jake tried to sit up only for Natalie to let out a trembling cry as the silver crotch chain pulled tight, sinking between her cheeks and crushing its shiny links against her white silk lingerie and her vagina beneath.

“You’re leashed to my crotch chain,” Natalie breathed, writhing in bliss on the bed, her thighs snapping closed around Jake’s neck, her hands pushing Jake back down into her damp panties, “I own you.”

*

With no way to measure time inside their windowless room, the day melted into a series of orgasms followed by slow panting between each other’s legs. Now disorientated, they gazed dreamily as they heard their door unlock, their eyes craning to watch the curvy woman as she swept into their cell. They had climaxed too many times to count, yet Natalie still had Jake’s cock in her mouth as her eyes followed their jailer’s swaying hips. Jake was drifting off too, his head resting on Natalie’s inner thigh with his lips close enough for her to feel the warmth of his slow breath on her vagina.

“Oh sweeties,” the curvy woman smiled kindly, “Lovers always exhaust themselves in this position. It takes just a few hours chained together to realise how cruel a confinement this really is. I control your bodies and your minds.”

Natalie rolled over so that she was lying on top of Jake, her head resting on his thighs, her contented eyes too exhausted to play with his semi-erect cock. Jake’s look was also one of blissful resignation, unable to escape the chains that bound him to Natalie’s body. His zoned-out eyes smiled breathlessly, framed between her flushed thighs.

“Too much of a good thing… can be wonderful,” the curvy woman smiled, slinking closer, “Now, who said that?”

There was muffled moaning and intimate kissing, but neither Natalie nor Jake responded.

“Mae West, I think,” the woman whispered in answer to her own question.

She knelt down on the bed, straddling Natalie’s thighs and Jake’s head that was trapped between them. The woman squeezed her knees together, which in turn clutched Natalie’s thighs even more tightly around Jake’s crushed head. With everything nicely secure, the woman eased herself backwards onto Jake’s face, pressing all three of them deeper into the soft bed.

Jake watched her round hips descend on him, a slip of cream satin running between seemingly huge buttocks. It was like being inside a vault, the walls formed by Natalie’s thighs, with the woman’s bottom the vault door. The door was now definitely closed and locked with him inside.

“Whoops, this may become his coffin,” the woman smiled in reaction to Jake’s pleas from beneath her.

She eased herself backwards and cracked open her thighs, “Life?” she asked, her inner thighs touching closed again, “or death?”

The woman watched Jake’s erection that Natalie’s lips were desperately trying to catch. Breathplay could be such an aphrodisiac. She opened her thighs again and listened to his grateful gasping, “Three, two, one…” she breathed, closely clenching her thighs together. Jake’s hands were caressing them both, seemingly unaware of where Natalie stopped, and where she started. He was lovingly stroking her thighs, but wasn’t trying to part them, instead using the asphyxiation to climax.

The woman opened her legs as she inspected the restraints, “You know these chains will eventually drive you insane,” she purred, tracing the links around their tingling bodies, “You’re powerless to escape each other’s aroused scent.”

“And to think that your keys are so close, hidden away on my body,” she breathed.

It may have been cruel to tease them like this, but the woman’s libido was now in complete control of her actions. She sat up straight, arched her back and focused on the feel of Jake’s hands exploring inside her skirt. Caressing her thighs and then delving inside her panties in search of the mythical keys that could unleash him from his lover. His touch was so gentle as his fingers strained upwards into her tight black top. He caressed her full breasts, playing with her nipples as his trembling fingertips combed her bra. The woman spread her legs, her expression changing to one of wonder.

Natalie still had her lips around Jake’s cock. Her mouth was tensing and her cheeks tightening as she sucked. It was only a matter of time before Jake’s body bucked uncontrollably and he climaxed again. The curvy woman followed with seconds as Jake’s tongue seemed convinced that the keys were in her vagina.

The curvy woman looked upwards, her lips apart as she bounced gently on the delirious head beneath her “Found the keys?” she asked.

Both Jake and Natalie were moaning and thrusting with arousal.

“Perfect puppets,” the woman mouthed as Jake’s almost hypnotised hands returned to her curvy inner thighs.

“Maybe there are no keys,” the woman whispered as if telling an elicit secret while rocking against Jake’s mouth, “Maybe fate demands that you be joined for life. But keep searching,” she mouthed, confident that no matter how many times Jake searched her body, he would never find the keys that she had casually tossed into the bottom of her handbag and tucked away out of sight behind the bar.

The woman slowly climbed off the bed and straightened her twisted skirt. Both Jake and Natalie tried to watch, struggling and moaning as they pulled against each other’s chains.

“Sorry sweeties, I have another session in the bar,” the woman smiled kindly as she straightened Natalie’s tight crotch chain.

“But I can’t get my panties off?” Natalie pleaded hopefully.

The woman looked down at the damp silk that was locked onto Natalie’s body by her crotch chain. Jake had tried in vain to rip them off, but the defiant lingerie, now a sodden mix of saliva and pheromones, was still attached and hung frustratingly against Jake’s face.

“I’ll cut them off,” the woman smiled.

She clipped away to fetch some scissor and used them to slice through the soft fabric around Natalie’s hips. She then straightened the heavy chain so that it ran freely down between Natalie’s cheeks, with one thick link pushing against her vagina.  

“A play partner once chained me up like this,” the woman mouthed, carefully positioning the links of the chain against her pale flesh, “Around the waist and between the legs is the cruellest way to restrain a woman. Impossible to escape those damn hips and each struggle is just so intense… you grow to love it.”

Natalie’s new naked vulnerability wasn’t lost on Jake and with everything on show beneath the shiny steel, his lips went exploring, and Natalie twisted in delight, unable to escape his attentions.

The woman slinked away, pulling the heavy metal door closed behind her and padlocking the thick bolts that sunk deep into the concrete wall. She smiled, locking them in their room was all quite unnecessary. Any attempt by Jake to escape would ultimately tug at Natalie’s crotch chain. She would cry out in delight, grip him between her thigh while sucking on his cock. No guy could escape from that.

*

Outside in the bar, the speed dating event was about to start. Six women were milling around the bar and six men were already locked inside their boxes. Everyone was wearing blindfolds.

The curvy woman-led Jessica, a nervous and giggly brunette, across the bar and over to the first box. Jessica stumbled on her heels, the long, manicured nails on her outstretched hands waving blindly as she tried to regain her balance. Now standing above the chiselled face that protruded from the box, the curvy woman clasped Jessica’s slim waist and spun her around.

“Sit down slowly,” the curvy woman whispered, guiding Jessica’s short grey dress carefully into position on the smother box.

As she lowered her bottom, the taut grey fabric tightened around the man’s face, creating a mask that effectively shrink-wrapped his features. Not wanting any broken noses, at least not this early in the evening, the curvy woman pulled Jessica back to her feet and eased up her dress to reveal black and white polka dot lingerie beneath.

“Oh god, I can feel him!” Natalie gasped as she sat back down, breathing out slowly to calm herself as her cheeks settled into place. His nose felt so nice against the front of her lingerie that she allowed herself a moment to rock against him. She had never sat on a man’s face before and with total anonymity assured, she was ready to indulge.

“Hi!” Jessica called out in her best flirtily breezy voice.

“You’re sitting on his mouth,” the curvy woman replied.

“Oh?” Jessica stuttered, a little confused by how this was supposed to work.

“Feel free to enjoy him as you chose,” the woman smiled, “… but maybe slide back a little if you want to talk.”

“Oh yes,” Jessica mouthed, bouncing backwards and landing heavily on his chin.

The man moaned and the curvy woman rolled her eyes as she watched on, wondering how much damage this nervous brunette was going to inflict on her boys tonight. At least the man’s panting mouth was now just visible between her thighs.

“Hi… I’m ‘face one’,” the man gasped shyly.

“I’m Jess…,” she paused, “oh god sorry, I mean ‘sitter one’,” she giggled nervously, “Are you okay down there?”

Jessica had tried every type of dating App and nothing had worked. The scene seemed full of arrogant control freaks. This had to be different as none of the men she usually met would ever allow her to have this much power.

Locked in their boxes with their hands strapped down, leaving only their vulnerable faces at the whim of their prospective dates. Jessica had read the rules and nothing short of killing their date appeared to be off-limits to the women.

The men, by contrast, were on a very short leash. Any offensive words or behaviour, any refusal to obey their date’s requests, even any sign of arrogance was forbidden. Just a word from Jessica and the lid would be closed over his face and he would be left in solitary time out.

*

Jessica was shocked when their fifteen minutes were over. She had found herself relaxing and opening up to this witty, attentive man. She hadn’t mentioned specifics that would give away her identity, but she had revealed her frustration at meeting nice guys and the impending threat of her thirty-fifth birthday. She had even giggled through her attempt to describe her looks.

“Oh no, it’s time to move on,” she whispered, “Aren’t I supposed to sit on you or something?”

“You’re pretty close,” the man replied.

“I think I’m supposed to.” Jessica slid forward until her round cheeks covered him completely. She bounced until his nose pressed deeper and then smiled as she heard his muffled cries beneath her. Unfortunately, her fun was cut short by the curvy woman who took her hand, pulled her to her feet and led her away to box two.

*

“Mmm… not sure what he did, but the woman before you closed the lid on this box,” the curvy woman mused as they approached the second box, “Do you want to open it?”

Jessica shook her head and let the woman guide her down so that she was sitting on the closed lid. Once in place, Jessica crossed her legs and smoothed down her soft grey dress as her thoughts returned to the man in box one.

Her daydreams were finally interrupted by a muffled call from beneath her. The man was struggling to form words with his lips crushed against the underside of the lid on which she was sitting.

“Hello?” the nasally voice called again.

Natalie tried to ignore him, bouncing impatiently on his lid and recrossing her long bare legs as she tapped her heel in annoyance.

“Please… crushing my nose?” the man called after a further long silence.

Natalie bounced on him again and was rewarded with a satisfying moan. That felt good, but strangely the man seemed to accept her decision. Now she was intrigued, “Okay, so why did she close your lid?” Natalie snapped.

“She was my PA,” the man mumbled in relief, “We recognised each other’s voices.”

“Oh god, awkward!” Jessica exclaimed, the soft sheer fabric of her dress twisting on the lid above him.

“I suggested it best we have the lid between us.”

“Oh god, sorry!” Natalie cried, standing up and blindly feeling for the lid, “I just assumed the worst.”

He winced as she traced her fingers gently around his crushed features.

“I’m so sorry!” Jessica sighed, biting down on her lower lip, “Anything I can do?”

“You sound nice,” the man asked hopefully.

“Of course,” Jessica replied. Tottering on her heels, the blindfold affecting her balance as she turned, pulled up her dress and wobbled gently down on to his face. His trembling breath felt nice against her crotch.

Jessica opened her legs and leaned forward to reach closer to his face, “Finally, a woman you don’t have to face in the office on Monday morning,” she whispered.

*

After an hour and a half, the women had met with each guy. They each made their selections and one by one were led back outside. The curvy woman then did the same with the men, unlocking them in turn and releasing them to the real world.

Once outside, Jessica waited impatiently for her phone to ring. Her short grey dress gave no protection against the cold and she jiggled from heel to heel as she tried to keep warm. Finally, her phone rang and after a quick conversation, she walked up the street and took a stool at the back of a ‘vanilla’ bar.

Finally, a tall, good looking man approached.

“Hi, again,” she babbled nervously.

“Sitter one?” he smiled, amused as she clamped her hand to her face with embarrassment.

“Jessica!”

“Face one,” he replied.

“Oh good!” Jessica smiled. She may well have broken Face two’s nose and almost certainly farted on Face number three.

*

Back inside the Facesitting Bar, the curvy woman had checked on Natalie and Jake before locking them away for the night. She turned out the lights and ambled over to her only other remaining guest.

The man in box two had clearly liked her, falling into the trap of flirting with her and, as a result, she had not unlocked his box. He now lay trapped, awaiting the promise of her warm body.

The curvy woman swayed her hips just inches from his face, “Did your teacher ever keep you behind for detention?” she whispered. A totally inappropriate analogy, but she was rewarded with a wonderful illicit moan as the aroused man tried to break out of the inescapable box and touch her body. She smiled mischievously as she prowled above him.

“Sixteen hours on my feet,” she breathed.

“Won’t you sit down?” the man offered.

“If I do, I may never get up…”

“Good.”

The wonderful thing about curves was that the man would disappear completely. She was now just a girl sitting in a bar, with a twinkle in her blue eyes. Whatever was happening underneath would never be revealed.

“Fuck, you’re good,” the woman whispered as the man’s loving touch brought her to orgasm. As a reward, she briefly unlocked his box to untie his wrists. With the box again locked and the key hidden away, she sat back down on his face as he used her warm crushing body and scent to climax.

“Can I give you a lasting memory of tonight?” the woman called, her mind floating between fantasies while her bottom refused to leave his face.

“Yeah, please,” the man moaned.

“You don’t know what I’m going to do to you,” she smiled.

“I know I’ll love it...”

Falling for this woman was dangerous.

The curvy woman stood up, stretched happily and sauntered away. When she returned, she made sure her skirt was clear as she sat down carefully on his face, “Close your eyes and open your mouth a little,” she whispered.

“Do you like my panties?” she called.

She took his moans as a yes.

“Well, they’ve served their time between my legs and they’re ready to pass that feeling to you.”

The man was mumbling incoherently into the crack between her cheeks.

“Well like it or now, it’s too late now,” she breathed, leaning back on the seats. Her writhing body stretching as she eased the dirty cream satin down over her hips and shuffling backwards on the box as she dragged the lingerie down her curvy legs.

Now naked beneath her tiny skirt, she sat up to examine her underwear that was now attached to the man’s face. The fabric was welded to his skin all around his mouth and nose with his entire air supply now filtered through the scent of her day.

“Whoops, I’ve superglued my panties to your face,” she giggled.

“Oh fuck,” the man laughed, his arousal and the proximity of her naked crotch taking away any hope of rational thought.

“Maybe next time I won’t line the inside of my pants with a plastic bag,” she teased, “Imagine how we would be then…”

The curvy woman just laughed as the man tried to talk, her underwear opening and closing like a glove puppet, the one inch of play barely enough to let him form his words.

“I have some acetone that would get you out,” she paused, thrusting her naked body back down against his face. His lips reached up, but his tongue couldn’t escape its satin prison.

“Or I could send you away like that, the glue might soften in a week or so…”

The curvy woman slid her damp naked crotch back onto his face, sealing him up to ensure he made the right decision.