Free Under Karin by Andrea Jordan Page B

pert at the same
time, no doubt the result of living on the fifth floor of a
lift-less building.
    Karin stood
astride James’s chest wearing a strange ensemble of white jumper
and orange panties. Even from there, James could smell the perfume
that she'd sprayed over her butt, which was strange as he hadn't
smelt perfume on her face when they'd kissed earlier. Maybe that
was to be expected from someone in her line of work. He tried to
identity the scent as she lowered her butt down on to the centre of
the smother box so that she was looking towards his chained up
body.
    At first she
was very gentle, taking much of her weight through her hands that
rested on either side of the lid. She moved back and forth until
she was happy with her position
    "OK we
start."
    This was not a
question, but a statement as she removed her hands and sat on his
face with her full weight. Karin was now sitting fully on James’s
face with only his bottom lip peeping out from under her crotch.
All of his other features were gone from view. She straightened her
legs out in front of her, keeping a small gap between her thighs so
that he could breath. She checked to make sure she had the hole
completely sealed and then flicked her hair back and shrugged her
shoulders.
    Karin's
slightly fuller figure was enough to completely seal the whole in
the top of the smother box. James's only air now filtered into his
mouth through the small gap between Karin’s almost closed thighs.
The air down there was limited and heavily scented, but was just
adequate to keep him alive. In addition to the perfume, he could
smell something else. Karin’s own scent that filled the small void
and was being sucked deep into his lungs. Within minutes, this
woman’s fragrance was pumping around his body.
    Although dark,
silent and airless, beneath Karin’s butt was not an unpleasant
place to be. Her butt was warm, beautifully so, having just been
released from the confines of her tight jeans. While her flat may
have been cold, Karin's butt ensured that everything sealed up in
the box beneath her stayed warm.
    "Nose nose
nose." Karin said aloud to herself having learnt the word
especially. She actually enjoyed the feeling of it pushed deep
between her cheeks. The nose’s highly sensitive sense of smell and
delicate airway were rendered completely useless, but at least it
gave Karin a fun sensation between her cheeks.
     
    *
     
    It had only
been a couple of weeks earlier when James had been surfing the web
while on a particularly boring conference call. Google had
helpfully translated the page from its original German. 'Long time
face sit.' The translation hadn't been great but he understood. A
German student was offering a full day of face sitting, guaranteed
six hours. James liked the simplicity and efficiency of the idea.
If this girl was sitting around studying anyway, and if there was a
market for her services, why not sit on something more than just a
chair.
    Six hours under
some unknown girl's butt! The idea seemed crazy, at first, but
later the idea started to obsess him. Then a few emails and meeting
changes later and his next work trip to Germany included a free
day.
     
    *
     
    Even before
Karin had sat down, James’s cock had been rock hard. Five minutes
later and he was ready to relieve himself. Unfortunately, his hands
were tightly chained to the bench and couldn’t get anywhere near
his cock. He tried to talk but his lips wouldn't move, being
totally immobilised by her weight. As talking didn't work, he
rattled his chained hands repeatedly in an attempt to get the
woman’s attention.
    Karin put down
her pen and lined it up neatly by her paper. She composed herself
and rolled her hip to one side to reveal half of his face.
    "Six hours,
yes." Again it wasn't a question.
    "Yes, but ...."
Was all James managed to say before her hips rolled back down and
the front of her pink panties rested back down on to his mouth.
    He rattled
again and this time Karin responded