Best Friends Ch. 04

Literotic asexstories – Best Friends Ch. 04 by BHM865,BHM865
I woke up to a crushing weight forcing my torso into the couch, knocking the wind out of me. I started to squirm in panic as I could feel the weight settle on my back, preventing me from being able to breathe properly.

After a few seconds, I managed to wrench an arm free from under my torso, and leveraged it to slightly lift myself, finally letting me see what I was trapped under. It felt like the ceiling had caved in or something.

I turned, and was met with Leah staring down at me with a shit-eating grin. Oh, well now I felt kind of dumb.

“You were hogging the couch again.”

“I think you managed to collapse my rib cage.”

Leah just rolled her eyes, before grinding her hips into my back, managing to knock the wind out of me again. She didn’t have to try very hard, her formidable curves, and resulting weight, did most of the work for her. She had quite an impressive figure.

“Careful, I may be a little slower getting up if you run your mouth like that.

Not long ago, that would have made my stomach jump halfway up my throat, but now I just chuckled. She was only kidding.

Sure enough, a few seconds later she stood up, letting me crawl out from beneath her and catch my breath. She sat next to me, and flipped on the tv.

We’d come quite a long way the past couple months. At first I’d panicked every time she walked into the room, but I’d since come to trust her again. We’d managed to move past most of it, but I don’t think I’ll ever quite forgive Leah for the funnel incident. Then again, I don’t think she’ll ever forgive herself, either. She’d had to help me deal with recurring nightmares about it, and I could tell the guilt wore on her.

Despite that whole mess, we’d begun dating, and had carefully ventured into the territory of femdom once more, now with both parties consenting. Leah had had to initiate most of it, but I didn’t think she minded. I’d gotten lucky that she found my timidity endearing. Then again, the same could arguably be said for me enjoying her assertiveness.

We’d always kind of been friends as neighbors, but both our close friendship and my crush on her had started in high school. She’d come across two of our classmates bullying me, and to make a long story short, one ended up upside down in a trash can, and the other closed inside a locker. Leah had always been somewhat protective of me since, an attitude I didn’t mind. For months afterward, I’d just about worshipped her, and we’d stayed best friends even today. Although now I guess we’re more than friends.

“Sorry about waking you up, I couldn’t help myself. Reminded me of the old days.”

“It’s alright, I just panicked a little. I didn’t realize what was happening.”

I deliberately avoided mentioning Leah’s weight. I found her curves attractive, and if you asked her, she’d say her body shape was hot too. But I’d already made one wisecrack about her weight, and I knew she was self-conscious about it.

“What, thought I was crushing you with my thighs?”

I flushed, and pointedly didn’t respond. Now that Leah knew how to make me blush, she quite enjoyed doing it on purpose to amuse herself. I tried to compose myself as the sardonic grin returned to her face.

“Should I hold you down and strangle you until you say uncle again? That used to be my favorite game.”

“That may have something to do with the fact that you always won.”

Leah started to look disappointed, so I hurried to finish my thought.

“I like it too. Just… you know, be careful. Okay?”

“Of course!”

Leah slightly spread her legs, an inviting smile spread across her face, and patted her lap. I mentally sighed as I turned and started to lay down. Leah had stopped forcing me into anything, and had taken pains to only escalate as quickly as I was comfortable with. She’d genuinely committed to making this an equal partnership now.

Even so, it was still nerve wracking putting myself at her mercy like this. I trusted Leah, and I knew she wouldn’t try to hurt me on purpose, but she could get carried away sometimes.

I lay back with my head in her lap, staring upwards. Well, more accurately, I stared at Leah’s chest from below. I knew she wouldn’t mind, but it was hard not to feel weird about openly ogling her after years of secret glances and nervous laughs.

Leah swung either leg over my shoulders, and I could feel the soft fabric of her fleece pajamas wrap around my neck.

“You ready?”

She leaned forward, peering down at me, seeming to hang upside down.

“Yeah.”

As soon as the word left my mouth, Leah’s legs snapped closed around my throat, and my breathing abruptly cut off. I struggled to inhale, trying to get a tiny bit of air into me past the vice grip of her thighs.

As I squirmed around between Leah’s legs, I started to get a lump in my throat, flushing. Leah laughed as I began to pitch a tent, and squeezed harder, making it even harder to breathe.

“Well, I figured out where all the blood I cut off from reaching your head ended up.”

The line was about the last thing I expected during a strangling session, and as a result, I tried to snort out a startled laugh. Instead, it got caught in my throat from how hard Leah was crushing it.

I started to try and pry Leah’s legs apart as she slowly ratcheted up the pressure, now nearing 30 seconds since the last time I managed to take a breath. Leah always insisted she never even came close to using her full strength, and the scary part was, I believed her. She’d once won $20 from me by managing to crack a watermelon open by squeezing it between her legs.

As I started to get desperate, Leah slightly spread her legs, crossing her feet over each other. I took a frantic breath, lightheaded both from lack of oxygen, and the odd mix of pain, panic and pleasure that came from having my air cut off. I knew what was coming next.

Sure enough, with the added leverage of her crossed feet, Leah’s thighs snapped closed harder than ever. My mouth flopped open, and I tried to scream. Nothing came out but a strangled choke, my throat held firmly closed by my girlfriend’s unforgiving legs. Now matter how hard I pried, they didn’t budge an inch as she sat relaxed above me.

Leah held her legs closed, grunting softly as she started to squeeze harder and harder. I could feel the soft flesh of her thighs forming itself around my neck as I started to panic, my torso bucking as my head stayed perfectly in place in her lap. Leah started to gently stroke my hair as I beat at her legs, trying to budge them to get myself the smallest gasp of air.

“It’s okay, you can do it. Hold on longer, for me.”

My legs kicked uselessly as I tried to escape Leah’s grasp. By my count, we’d hit the one minute mark since Leah started strangling me, and all I’d gotten was one gasp of air that hadn’t come close to filling my lungs. I was starting to get truly desperate. Sensing this, Leah leaned forward, smiling down at me.

“Do you want air?”

I opened my mouth to scream, but Leah clamped her thighs together harder than ever. It felt like iron bars slamming together around my throat, preventing anything but a quiet croak from coming out. All I could do was nod slightly, my head barely moving as her thick thighs held my neck firmly in place.

“Look at me, I want to see the desperation in your eyes.”

I met Leah’s eyes, and could see them gleaming with an emotion I couldn’t quite place. She seemed to revel in watching my increasing desperation, knowing that she had complete power over me.

“Convince me you need air.”

My fists beat desperately at Leah’s legs as my back arched, every muscle going rigid as I tried to escape her grip. I didn’t think I could last much longer down here. Leah grabbed my hands and forced them to my sides, and watched for 10 seconds longer as I flopped around on the couch. Finally, with one last squeeze, she released me.

I coughed as I was finally released from between her legs, desperate for a breath after over a minute with no air. I felt light-headed, and I could feel my throat struggling to open all the way after being clamped shut for so long. I sprang forward, sitting up in front of Leah as I caught my breath. She pulled me back down into her lap, running her fingers through my hair and staring down at me.

“You okay? I held you down for a long time there.”

I nodded, not having gained enough air to speak yet. After gradually working our way into longer and longer time intervals, we’d eventually chosen to leave it up to Leah’s judgement. Doing breathplay with no safeword was irresponsible, but I thought it added to the excitement, so I let her despite knowing it was probably a bad idea. Leah would occasionally accidentally hold me down for too long, but she was starting to dial it in. She was getting better at reading me as we kept doing this.

I glanced down, and realized that I’d been so focused on my lack of air that I hadn’t noticed my dick was just about popping through my pants. The lack of control of getting strangled had its own kind of strange appeal. The feeling of being completely at my girlfriend’s mercy was exciting in its own special way.

“You ready to go again?”

“Yeah, I’m good.”

She let me get a better breath of air before starting this time, carefully positioning my neck between her legs. This time, when Leah’s thighs closed around my throat, she applied enough pressure to make it difficult to breathe without cutting off air completely. It looked like she’d been excited to start before, but was going for a slower burn now.

Leah’s face retreated back past the curve of her chest as she leaned back, slowly beginning to squeeze my neck harder. She had an impressive control over her legs, able to ratchet up the pressure in precise quantities.

I began to struggle as she pressed her legs together slightly harder, my breath coming in short gaps.

Leah tightened her grip every few seconds, slowly crushing my neck into the soft fabric of her pajamas. I could distinctly feel that I was getting slightly less air with each breath, and was beginning to feel the lack, my lungs begging for oxygen I wasn’t able to provide. Almost of their own accord, my hands found their way to Leah’s legs, trying to pull them apart. I knew that all the effort was expended in vain, but at least it felt like I was doing something.

Leah crossed her feet, and snapped her thighs shut again, brutally cutting off what little breathing I was still able to accomplish. She yanked my wrists away from her legs, lifting herself slightly and sitting on my hands. Leah was heavy enough that I wasn’t able to pull them out from underneath her.

“I don’t think you need those.”

I could feel my face shifting to a deep crimson as her vice grip tightened around my neck, the muscles of her thighs digging into my throat painfully. I let out one last choking wheeze, before my breathing cut off completely.

Leah just kept tightening and tightening, starting to visibly strain with the effort. If this is her just starting to try hard, what would her full strength feel like? My mind flashed to the image of the watermelon splitting open, and I tried to gulp. Maybe it wouldn’t be a good idea to find out.

“You’re doing great, just a little longer.”

She gave her hips a slight twist, and my eyes tried to bug out of my head as her thighs mangled my throat even harder, caught between what felt like two iron bars. I could feel every little twitch of her leg muscles digging into my throat as Leah strangled me, brutally crushing my neck.

My whole body began spasming as I frantically struggled, trying in vain to get Leah’s thick thighs to budge. Everything started to get slightly blurry, and my bucking reached a crescendo as my lungs protested, screaming for air.

“Just hold on, I believe in you.”

I could vaguely see Leah lean forward, carefully watching my face. I’d long since lost track of how long I’d gone without air, which was concerning. I was usually decent at that. My train of thought noticeably slowed down. Thoughts came slightly slower. And all I could feel was my seizing lungs, and the crushing grip of Leah’s thighs.

I could feel my bucking start to get weaker. It seemed like I was watching Leah through the end of a tunnel. What if she didn’t…

Leah’s legs released all of their pressure all at once, and she had to grab me to stop me from rolling onto the floor to escape her. I had the odd sensation of my thought process speeding up as I started to exit fight or flight mode.

“Sorry, I wanted to see if we could beat our best time. I won’t hold you down so long next time.”

I realized that the reason Leah had been watching me carefully was so she could let go right before I passed out. The one boundary I’d set for her was never to withhold air for so long she knocked me out.

“If it makes you feel better, you almost made it 3 minutes that time. Your lung capacity is definitely getting better.”

I just nodded numbly, and Leah sat me up in her lap, propping me up while I caught my breath. I could feel her cringe slightly whenever I inhaled, it was audibly ragged after how hard she’d crushed my throat.

“I squeezed too hard again, didn’t I? I’m sorry, I thought you were going to escape and we were so close.”

After recording a strangling session, we’d found that I’d managed to go exactly one second short of 3 minutes without air. Being so close to the minute mark had been driving Leah nuts ever since, so she always kept careful track of the time during breathplay, but we’d never gotten within 10 seconds of that previous record. I had been creeping steadily closer, though, so I suspected we’d get there eventually. As scary as it was at the moment, once Leah released me, I got a feeling all over my body almost like being high. The strangling itself brought its own pleasure, but the end on it’s own made the whole process worth it, at least in my opinion. My lower brain certainly agreed.

I coughed a few times, and managed to catch my breath well enough to speak in quick bursts.

“It’s okay… not that bad… honest mistake.”

I collapsed into another coughing fit, at which point Leah hugged me from behind and kissed me on the cheek.

“Hey, you’re doing great. I’ll be softer the rest of the session, okay honey?”

I nodded in relief. As fun as the feeling of elation was upon getting released, getting pushed to my limit was scary.

“I’ll just let you catch your breath for a few minutes.”

Leah kept her arms wrapped around my chest, holding me against her. It felt kind of odd sitting in her lap, but the height difference made our bodies fit together pretty well, so I was comfortable. I didn’t mind the feeling of her chest pressing into my back, either.

A few minutes later, she let me go, and I scooched forward, positioning my head in Leah’s lap and lifting her legs over my torso.

“How hard were you squeezing there, anyway?”

“I don’t know, I was definitely trying pretty hard, but I could’ve gone a lot tighter. I don’t want to hurt you, though.”

“I wonder what it would feel like if you went full strength.”

She leaned forward, and by the expression on her face, she plainly thought I was an idiot.

“You just took 5 minutes to recover from me headscissoring you not nearly as hard. What do you think is gonna happen?”

I flushed, embarrassed to have the stupidity of my own idea rubbed in my face.

“Alright, I’m sorry, I was just curious.”

Leah just rolled her eyes, leaning back and starting to press her legs together.

“If you’re dead-set on it, I’ll consider it. But just for the record, I think it’s a bad idea. Regardless, you ready to start again? I’ll be more gentle now, no more record attempts.”

Most likely still remembering the way our sexual relationship had started, Leah always made sure I was comfortable with whatever activity we were about to start. I thought she’d overcorrected a little, but I appreciated the effort and care it represented.

I nodded, figuring it was probably best not to waste air speaking. Leah wasted no time in constricting her thighs around my throat, the soft flesh of her legs starting to dig into my neck. She started compressing harder and harder, cutting my ability to breathe down to a painful, choking weeze.

Just as I started to panic from lack of air, Leah slightly eased off, letting me take a few breaths before cutting me off again a few seconds later.

We kept on like this for a while, Leah periodically giving me breaks so she wouldn’t have to fully release my neck. I started to lose track of time as it went on and on for more cycles, going through the same experience of excited panic followed by euphoric relief as Leah strangled me.

From what I’d gathered in conversations with her, Leah got off to the same lack of control and power dynamic I did, but from the opposite end. She seemed to like knowing I was at her mercy, even if she had no intention of actually forcing anything on me against my will.

As the strangling dragged on, Leah kept having to give me longer intervals to recover before crushing me between her thighs again. Even if she was gentler than before, I could only go so long with my breathing restricted.

Finally, my girlfriend released her grip on my throat, and instead of retightening, she spread her legs far enough that I could fully breathe again. I’d long since lost track of how long we were going, and as I stared upwards, I realized I had been so caught up in the moment that my eyes had unfocused without me noticing.

I shook my head, and when I looked back up, I found Leah staring down at me past the curve of her chest. She was chewing her bottom lip, seemingly lost in thought.

“Do you really want to see what it feels like if I strangle you as hard as I can?”

Oh, I’d mostly forgotten about that.

“Um… yeah, kind of.”

She just rolled her eyes, sighing quietly.

“Alright, fine, we’ll try it for a few seconds. I’ll leave your hands free, just tap me on the leg if it’s too much, okay?”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

“Whatever. I’m calling it now, it’s officially your fault if this manages to go wrong somehow.”

I started to roll my eyes, but my train of thought unexpectedly smashed into the brick wall that was Leah’s legs. My eyes tried to pop out my head as my neck suddenly got crunched between Leah’s thighs, my mouth opening soundlessly. I flailed my limbs in panic, desperately trying to brush Leah’s leg. This was so much worse than I thought, it felt like my head was stuck in a hydraulic press.

I couldn’t feel my body, it felt like Leah was about to crush the life out of me. I started to hear a ringing in my ears, and it was getting hard to see my surroundings. I thought I could vaguely feel my limbs moving, but it was so hard to focus, all I could feel distinctly was my neck getting crushed between Leah’s thighs.

“Nick?”

“Wha?”

I blinked a few times, and found myself laying on my stomach on the floor, a very concerned Leah kneeling over me.

“Are you okay?”

I took inventory for a second

“I have a sore throat, and my chin hurts for some reason, but otherwise I’m good. What happened?”

The last thing I remembered was panicking as Leah strangled me as hard as she could, so I could make a pretty good guess at what happened. Still, it felt like I had teleported to the floor.

“Well, you started flailing around, but didn’t tap out, so I kept going for a few seconds. I eventually let go when you managed to punch me in the face, and I was so shocked I didn’t catch you when you rolled onto the floor. After that, you just face planted and went limp. I’ve been trying to wake you up for a good 30 seconds. My best guess is I managed to hit a pressure point or something by mistake.”

“Oh. Well, sorry for punching you, I guess. You were right, that probably wasn’t a very good idea.”

Leah snorted, mouth twisting into its signature sarcastic smile.

“I’ve found I usually am right, not that it makes you any more inclined to listen to me. Anyways, given the circumstances, I suspect I can find a way to forgive you for hitting me.”

She scooped me up off the floor, and started carrying me towards her bedroom like a child.

“I think we’ve had enough strangling for today. Let’s try something a bit softer, hmm?”

Did that mean…

Apparently my thought process was comically obvious, because Leah took one glance at my face and burst out laughing.

“Yes, that does mean what you think it does.”

Leah chuckled once more at the grin on my face, depositing me on top of her quilt. I pulled myself into a more comfortable position as Leah pulled off her shirt, her formidable chest now covered only by a bra.

I swallowed a lump in my throat as Leah crawled onto the bed after me, straddling me as I lay on my back. There was a whole lot to look at under that shirt.

“I know this is your favorite, but try not to impale me, please.”

Leah smirked at my blush, before reaching back to remove her bra. I had started to glare at her, but well, there were few things I wouldn’t forgive that woman for with her bra halfway to the floor.

She grinned down at me, giving her boobs a slow, deliberate squeeze as I looked her bare torso up and down. Leah purposefully kept herself as pale as possible, so her entire exposed upper body was white as snow, interrupted only by the pink skin of her nipples.

Leah held my eyes as she slowly lowered her chest towards my face, each breast almost as large as my head. She shifted her hips slightly, spreading her legs to be able to control mine more easily. If she wasn’t careful, the impalement may not stay a joke for long, with her tits soon taking up my entire field of view.

She stopped herself hanging just above my face, and shifted her torso just enough to let one nipple brush against my lips. It was noticeably hard, and the room wasn’t cold.

“You want them to smother you, don’t you?”

It came out as a seductive purr, her eyes glowing in the edge of my peripheral vision. She seemed to enjoy smothering me as much as I did being smothered.

“Yes.”

It came out half-choked, as I diverted as much attention as possible to memorizing every inch of her bare chest. No matter how many times I saw it, it never became less mesmerizing. I could still hardly believe this woman had decided to date me. Thick thighs, wide hips, pale skin, impressive chest, silky brown hair, tall figure, sardonic smile… there was hardly a part of Leah’s body I didn’t enjoy.

She quickly dropped the last few inches, plunging my face into her rack. The soft, smooth flesh of her breasts plugged my mouth and nose as her weight settled, flattening me under her much wider frame.

“Can you breathe?”

I shook my head, or at least tried to between the twin mountains of flesh I was smothered under.

“Good.”

Fun as it was to be buried neck deep in Leah’s cleavage, I was starting to need air. I tried shaking my head to find an air pocket, but every way I twisted, I just found more boob. Leah had managed to envelop my entire head, and I couldn’t find air anywhere.

“Oh come on, I’m not gonna make it that easy. Where’s the fun in just letting you breathe whenever?”

I started to squirm harder as we neared 30 seconds of smothering, and Leah wrapped her arms around the back of my head, using her arms to squeeze me even deeper into her chest in response.

“You can struggle better than that.”

“Mmmmph!”

I started to get desperate for air, my torso bucking beneath her. I could feel Leah shift her legs, before she wrapped them around mine, forcing them apart and downwards. She was tall enough that despite my face being buried in her cleavage, she was able to hook her feet around my ankles, pinning my feet to the bed. All I could do was wiggle my torso and uselessly slap at her back, with her full weight crushing me into the bed, her arms trapping my head, and her much stronger legs pinning mine.

I started to get frantic as Leah smothered me for over a minute, desperately trying to wrench my head free. No matter how I twisted, I couldn’t get myself free of Leah’s breasts, they just felt endless with my face jammed between them like this.

“Aww, what’s the matter, you don’t like my tits anymore?”

“Mmmmph!”

I didn’t know how much longer I could stay down here, every muscle fought desperately as my lungs screamed for air, the panic and fear all-encompassing as Leah lay unmoving above me, just occasionally shifting her torso to ride out my bucking. To make matters worse, my face started to stick slightly to the soft, silky flesh of her chest as Leah began to sweat from all the skin-on-skin contact.

“I’m starting to think you don’t even want me to let you up.”

I could feel my lungs start to seize, my body’s processes taking over automatically as biology kicked in out of sheer desperation. I knew logically that Leah wouldn’t hurt me, but a deeper, more instinctual part of my brain was taking over. I gave my head one last desperate shake into the soft, sweaty fat surrounding it, before lying limp, completely out of energy.

Just as I started to drift off, Leah finally lifted off of me, leaning on her elbows with her boobs hanging on either side of my head like oversized earmuffs. I revived instantly, desperately gulping down all the air I could get.

“Not bad, but you’ve done better.”

She shifted slightly to the side, lining her right boob over my face. I tried to squirm, but the weight of her torso on top of mine was more than sufficient to keep me right where she wanted me.

“If you’re going to keep poking me in the ass like that, you may as well give me some pleasure, too.”

Leah plugged my nose, waited for me to take a breath, and dropped all of her weight at once. The result was her breast landing dead-center on my open mouth, forcing it open wide and plugging it.

“Lick the sweat off of it, and I may just let you breathe.”

I knew she’d probably let me go if I insisted, but while Leah’s sweat wasn’t my favorite, the knowledge of which body part it came from made up for it in my book. Besides, I was never gonna complain about ending up with my mouth on her tits.

Leah dug one hand into my hair to make sure I stayed right against her chest, the other still plugging my nose. I wasted no time sticking my tongue out and exploring, gradually ringing my way inwards. I whimpered slightly as Leah pulled my hair, wordlessly urging me on. The sound only seemed to turn her on more as she looked down at me, green eyes ablaze.

“Oh, good boy.”

I gently ringed the tip of my tongue around her nipple, and felt it harden in response. I kept going, encouraged by the half moan, half statement of encouragement Leah had given me, but I was starting to run out of air.

I tried to turn my head, but Leah just pulled me tighter to her chest, a low growl escaping her throat. I whimpered again as the increased pressure forced my jaw open even wider, making the position uncomfortable.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

I kept tonguing Leah’s nipple, hoping the affection would make her have mercy. It’d been a good minute now, and she showed no sign of relenting. She moaned softly again, seeming to be lost in her own world. She yanked me even tighter to her chest, forcing another couple more iches of soft flesh between my lips. I groaned in response, but she’d long since stopped listening to me.

“That’s it, keep going.”

Leah continued to hold me down, ignoring my increasingly desperate struggling as I licked her. Her boob was slick with a mix of sweat and saliva, warm and slightly salty against my tongue as I kept it moving, hoping to appease her. I’d do just about anything for air right now, I was getting light headed.

It seemed for a second that my hopes were answered, as Leah pulled her boob out of my mouth with an audible pop! of released suction. I took a grateful breath of air, but was cut off almost immediately as she dropped right back down, now plugging my mouth with its opposite.

“You did such a good job on one that the other got a little desperate. Why don’t you show the other girl what she’s been missing?”

I did as Leah asked, frantic to please her in hopes of getting more air. I’d barely had time to inhale once, I was already starting to notice the lack. I methodically licked every inch of skin, taking care to swirl my tongue around her nipple just the way she liked. Things were getting a little too sweaty for my taste, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t deal with.

“Mmmmph!”

I bucked beneath Leah’s smothering weight, starting to fight hard. I was already beginning to feel the effects of a lack of oxygen, she was gonna have to let me up soon. She just yanked my face into her chest in response, forcing more boob into my mouth and ensuring I couldn’t pull away.

“Okay, fine, just a little more. Just keep going, I’ll let you up soon.”

‘Soon’ turned out to mean another good 30 seconds, by the end of which my face was nearer purple than red. Finally, with a regretful sigh, Leah released her seal over my mouth with another pop!

“I’ll let you catch your breath for a bit, then this’ll be the big one.”

She shifted to the side so her cleavage was hanging on either side of my head again, preparing to plunge me back in. As much as I loved getting my head shoved in Leah’s rack, I was kind of relieved, we’d already done a lot of breathplay for one day.

“Alright, take a deep breath.”

I obeyed, filling my lungs all the way. As soon as I closed my mouth, Leah wrapped her arms around the back of my head and shoved me into the sweaty furnace of her cleavage, dropping her weight on top of me to pin me to her bed. I started to wriggle around beneath her torso, the uncomfortable feeling of her boob sweat soaking into my face picking up in earnest. It felt like every inch of skin was soaked through in here.

I felt Leah hug her chest, squeezing me in even tighter and making things even more warm.

“I could just leave you down there, you know. You couldn’t overpower me, I could just trap you down there until I killed you. You’re completely helpless.”

It seemed like Leah was starting one of her monologues. She liked to rub in her dominance sometimes. I didn’t really mind, the reminder of the power dynamic was kind of hot.

“I’ve always fantasized about putting on a bra, clinching it as tight as possible, and just leaving you down there until you passed out. I wouldn’t even have to use my arms, you’d just be stuck underneath me, at my mercy.”

I started to squirm, running out of air after a good 30 seconds of smothering. The worst part was, I knew Leah was just getting started. After letting me take such a deep breath, she wasn’t gonna let me go for a good long while.

“I wish you didn’t have to breathe, then I could just keep you trapped down there forever. Imagine it, I could just strap you in and not let you go for weeks. It’s not like you could ever escape. I could just use you as a permanent accessory if I wanted, or maybe a seat cushion.”

I started trying to kick to get myself some leverage to escape, but Leah’s legs snaked back around mine, immobilizing them. I tried to scream, but her thick curves just swallowed the sound. No matter how I writhed, all my face could find was more soft, sweaty flesh.

“I could just keep you as a pet, never letting you up. I could smother you forever. You’d be mine, I’m strong enough to trap you as long as I want.”

It seemed like Leah was in her own little world at this point, barely even aware of my bucking as I squirmed around beneath her. Every time it seemed like I was making a bit of headway, she’d just tighten her arms, sealing me in deeper. It was plain I wasn’t going anywhere until Leah let me, and it didn’t seem like that was happening anytime soon.

“You’d like being my little slave, wouldn’t you, Nick? Serving me at all times, licking the sweat out of my perfect ass as I deny you air for weeks at a time… living for nothing but serving your goddess, earning every breath.”

Leah’s fantasy was starting to edge into disturbing territory, but I had bigger problems at the moment. It’d been almost 2 minutes since Leah had let me breathe.

Suddenly, her weight slightly shifted, and I thought I felt an opening. I jerked my head towards it, and my eyes widened as I saw light again for the first time since the smothering had started.

“What-”

Leah was suddenly startled out of her fantasy, before grabbing me by the hair and wrenching me back into place in her chest. Once my face was back where she wanted it – shoved as deep in her cleavage as it could go – she wrapped her arms back around her chest and squeezed as tight as she could, compressing her boobs around my face. I found with horror that no matter which way I tried to move, I couldn’t get my head to budge an inch. Leah had managed to completely trap me in a prison of sweaty flesh.

“Where do you think you’re going? We both know you can do better than that.”

She barely even had to try holding me down anymore, my head completely immobilized between her boobs as she kept her arms wrapped tightly around me. Her body shifted slightly from side to side to ride out my desperate bucking, but it was a foregone conclusion at this point; I wasn’t going anywhere. I’d at least had a chance before, but not anymore.

“Aww, is your head stuck? I could think of a lot worse places for it to be trapped in, you know.”

Well, I didn’t doubt that, there were few places I’d rather have my head than between my girlfriend’s tits. That was neither here nor there, though; I’d been trapped in here for well over two minutes now, and I was feeling every second of it. My lungs protested continuously, my whole body fighting for its life. My whole world narrowed down to the little box of sweaty cleavage my head was trapped in, not able to move a bit as Leah somehow found a way to compress me even tighter. I could feel the soft, warm skin pressing on on all sides, perfectly trapping me in place.

A frantic scream was swallowed by Leah’s generous figure as I fought like a wild animal, willing to do anything to get out from beneath her. No matter what way I twisted, though, my head just wouldn’t move. Leah refused to show any mercy, continuing to smother me beneath her much wider frame as I lay helpless beneath her.

Thinking started to get hard, and as I lay in the dark, all sensations muffled but the warm, sweaty skin surrounding my face, it was difficult to remember where I was. I felt like I was just floating, only half aware of the rest of my body. Some corner of my mind continued to scream that I needed to get out right this second, but it got easier to ignore. All that mattered was the comforting, warm, soft embrace around my head…

I desperately gasped for air, sitting bolt upright as Leah finally released me. She had to roll to the side in a hurry, lest I headbut her. It actually had once, which had been awkward, but Leah had since learned her lesson.

After a few seconds, I went limp, collapsing onto the bed in relief as I enjoyed the sensation of finally fulfilling my desperate need for air. It always felt so good to finally inhale after being smothered for so long.

Leah’s face soon appeared in my field of view, split by a giant grin.

“Guess what, Nick?!”

“What?”

I barely managed to croak the word out between gasps of air. It was a good thing Leah was done, I was exhausted.

She showed me her phone screen, which was open to a timer app, stopped at 3:01. I stared at it blankly for a few seconds, before it finally clicked.

“You said you weren’t going for the record!”

She frowned for a second, before the smile came back.

“Okay, look, I’m sorry about that. It was a snap decision. But I am not going to let you be a Debbie downer about this.”

She pulled me up into a hug, and when she released me, I could see the usual sly smile was back.

“Besides, dragging the mood down with relentless pessimism is my job.”

I smiled at the joke, before pulling her into a hug of my own.

“Whatever, I guess it’s fine. I don’t really care about the record, but if it makes you happy, then I’m happy.”

She grinned at me again, kissed me on the cheek, and glanced down at my lap.

When Leah’s gaze made its way back up to my face, the grin was replaced by a seductive smile.

“You want some help with that?”

“Yes. Please.”

She chuckled at all the desperation contained in my tone, before wiggling her chest at me.

“If you let me ride your face afterwards, I may try wrapping these around something else.”

My eyebrows shot up, and it was all I could do not to trip over my own tongue in my haste to accept the offer. Leah had never given me a boob job before. I had a feeling breast smothering was about to lose its position as my favorite activity.