Facing Sitting Pub: Chapter 8
It was near midnight and Natalie, Jake, and Emma had spent close to two hours trapped in the facesitting shorts, their bodies touching as they formed a circle with each person locked onto their neighbor's butt. For two hours, they experienced skin-to-skin contact, drifting into sleep with tender kisses, only to wake up with aroused eyes to discover they were still buried inside the same butt cheeks.
Curvy Natalie had prepared coffee but only started her search for the sole Segufix key, which she eventually found in her forgotten fishnet tights. However, by the time she retrieved it, the coffee had already grown cold.
"Hey, Jake," Natalie nudged him to rouse him from his captive state. Jake slowly awoke and blinked, still dreaming, before passionately kissing Emma's crotch.
"Jake," Natalie inquired, "Can I release Emma from your shorts?"
Jake moaned in agreement, and within seconds, a groggy-looking brunette emerged from between Jake's legs. The curvy woman then asked Emma the same question, who also gave her consent before Jake's face appeared between her legs.
Jake stood up, finding it strange to be free of Natalie's body. He took a sip of the cold coffee with disapproval.
"The key was cleverly concealed," the curvy woman said, trying to apologize.
She addressed Natalie, "May I unshackle Emma from the depths of your shorts?"
"No." Natalie answered firmly, contradicting her innocent-looking freckles.
"Nat, are two hours of kissing your butt not enough?" the curvy woman asked, questioning the young woman's insatiable appetite.
"A bit hard for Emma to drink her coffee while she's in there," Jake observed.
"Nat, Nat, Nat," the curvy woman sighed, proud of her undeviating rules and their effects on the top, but aware that they depended on obedient masters, not sassy sadists.
Emma was waking from her slumber, her movements restricted by Natalie's buttocks pressing against her face. When she turned left, her nose met Natalie's left buttock. Similarly, when she turned right, her nose faced Natalie's butt. Emma then looked forward, her eyes squashed against Natalie's pumped butt cheeks.
"What's going on?" Emma asked, her voice muffled by the tight black, shiny fabric.
"That's second-hand coffee for you," the curvy woman remarked.
"Pretty much like the real thing," Jake joked.
The curvy woman scowled at the sarcastic remark.
"Am I the only one trapped here?" Emma called out. The shorts enclosed Natalie and Emma in a suffocating hug that she couldn't escape from. Jake watched as Natalie raised her buttocks, her toned glutes expanding in the limited space and trapping Emma's face in a rigid embrace.
"I thought you enjoyed it down there," Natalie taunted her friend.
Emma, bound by the leather cocktail dress and her head immersed in the tarty girl's shorts, said, "I do, dear, but I can't stay here forever."
"Why not?" Natalie asked, chewing on her lip.
*
The curvy woman returned to the main bar, where six new stools had been fixed to the floor. Each stool had a plush black leather seat and a shiny steel frame, complementing the bar's chic decor and subdued lighting.
Under each stool, stocks had been built into the center support, with openings for a person's neck and wrists. The curvy woman went to the first stool and lifted it slightly to separate the top and bottom halves of the neck and wrist restraints.
"You can try it," she purred to Jake.
The curvy woman moved too close as Jake got on his knees and placed his head and hands through the openings, his neck and wrists now encircled by the deep billowy red lips. She sat down on the stool, her extensive denim-clad buttocks sinking into the soft leather seat.
The stool slowly fell under her weight to click securely, locking Jake's neck and wrists in place. He twisted his head only to find himself gazing at her ample hips protruding over the stool's edge, towering over his head inches away.
"Oops," she teased, spreading her lips apart and biting her fingertip.
"These stools are made for a new dating game," she reveled, her smile hinting at her excitement and arousal. "Now, if I stand up, the stool will stay locked," she explained, standing up and playfully standing close to Jake's head as he struggled with the unyielding steel.
"Your only chance is to charm a passing girl into sitting on you and whirling around," the curvy lady explained.
She slid off the stool and used her bare feet to spin the stool all the way around. This time, when she stood up, the stool started to ascend, freeing the restraints underneath. However, as Jake admired the mechanism, the woman merely sat back onto the supple leather seat to lower and lock the stool back in place.
"It's like a child-proof lid on a bottle of pills," the curvy lady explained.
She crossed her legs and watched as Jake's body writhed beneath her, trying to catch a glimpse of the woman perched on top. She was excited to observe how these new stools transformed the dynamics of dating. Men were no longer required to display flashy or intimidating behavior. In order to impress their female counterparts, they now had to win them over with kind and amusing words, or else they'd just hop off and attempt their luck with someone else.
"Want me to sit on you again?" Jake asked hopefully.
"Those words always please me, Jake," the curvy lady grinned, "but I think I'll keep you locked."
*
When the door opened, the curvy lady was still on Jake's stool, and a disheveled-looking Natalie shuffled in. Her unkempt brunette hair framed her face and her perky breasts bounced freely.
When Natalie stood up, the facetsitting shorts seemed to tighten around her thighs, with Emma's head sinking deep between Natalie's cheeks. The well-fitting shorts matched them both perfectly, creating a singular body as they moved with minimal distinction between Natalie's bottom and Emma's head.
In contrast to Natalie's dreamy entrance, Emma stayed alert. Her stylish black cocktail dress looked out of place as she crawled behind Natalie on her knees, her hands frantically gripping onto Natalie's hips.
"She's quite obedient," Natalie teased with a sultry gleam in her eyes as she reached for one of the coffees, "She follows me everywhere."
"Ugh," the curvy lady scoffed. She shifted awkwardly on her stool, accidentally kicking the man trapped beneath her. She was about to greet Emma, but there seemed little point.
"Watch this," Natalie boasted, wiggling her curvaceous hips back and forth, creating high-pitched moans from the woman stuck to her rear. "Maybe she can be my seat," Natalie suggested, her cheeky smile positioning herself backward on Emma's waiting face.
"This is such an enjoyable experience," Natalie chuckled as she expelled some gas from her body. "What? I'm sharing," she replied playfully.
The curvy lady uncrossed and opened her legs, "Well, she's your girl," she addressed Jake, "You talk to her."
"Best to ignore her," Jake responded, craning upward to gaze at the curvy lady's magnificent behind, which commanded attention even from its perch over him.
"Oh!" Natalie exclaimed, "What are you doing down there, Jake?"
"Not much," the curvy lady replied, with a lascivious wink. She hesitated for the click, then bounced down again to relock the stool. This time, as she stood up, her bottom's imprint disappeared from the seat, but its permanent mark upon the stool remained.
"I'll be right back," the curvy lady declared temptingly, her voice silky and arousing.
Jake and Natalie provided their drink orders before they heard a muffled and gasping request for a glass of wine.
"Your shorts are talking, Natalie," the curvy lady breathed.
"I just farted."
"We heard," the curvy lady sighed, considering the revenge served just a moment earlier.
Natalie's reaction to criticism remained unchanged from her impish days in school. She pursed her full lips and leaned forward, her naked breasts hanging down as her shorts tugged tautly around her hips. Emma's words abruptly ceased while Natalie's rounded fanny formed an airtight seal around Emma's teacher's mouth. Emma frantically tried to escape, shouting frantically for them to allow her to breathe.
"Give her a break," the curvy lady scolded with a condescending sigh.
"My apologies accepted," Natalie replied. Natalie's act of revenge felt satisfying, and she grinned before straightening her slender frame and grooming her loose waves of hair back over her narrow shoulders. Emma could finally breathe again, and she was euphoric, gushing compliments from within Natalie's cheeks.
The curvy lady was amazed. "You are a real tease, Natalie,"
"Stockholm syndrome in my butt hole," Natalie bragged.
Nat?" Emma softly spoke. Her throat was dry, and she once again licked the droplets of perspiration from the insides of Natalie's shorts. She attempted to pull away, but Natalie's athletic legs repositioned, preventing them both from falling. Emma's brain was turning circles, her real life now a distant thought.
"Natalie?" Emma's breathy voice called out again.
"Why would I let you go?" Natalie inquired, "I have my teacher on her knees, giving me oral and anal on demand."
The curvaceous woman strolled away, while Jake stared enviously at her denim-covered butt in hopes that it would sit on his stool again. It wasn't. Instead, she came back with a glass of ice-cold water and a thin straw, which she inserted into one of the metal-reinforced airholes in the front of Natalie's shorts. There was a contented slurping sound as Emma drank the water, her labored breathing quickly emptying the glass.
"You have to release her," Jake called from his captivity.
"I don't think she wants to be released," the curvaceous woman whispered, lowering down and reaching beneath Emma's dress, "She's so wet."
As the curvaceous woman slid a gently humming vibrator between Emma's legs, her rhythmic moans transformed into choking, staccato cries.
"Natalie possesses you; there's no escaping," the curvaceous woman cooed seductively, fueling Emma's obvious fantasies, "Worship your mistress."
Emma was already close to orgasm as the curvaceous woman continued to manipulate the vibrator on Emma's trembling, bumped-covered body. "Do you surrender yourself to Natalie?" the curvaceous woman whispered, sinfully infusing each word with sexual insinuations.
"Yes, yes!" Emma cried out mere moments before peaking.
At first, Jake watched his ex-teacher with sympathy. She had just sentenced herself to more time imprisoned in Natalie's increasingly fetid shorts. Yet, Emma wasn't protesting and now chuckled as she reached up to tickle Natalie's waist.
"Stockholm syndrome is a real thing," the curvaceous woman stated in response to Jake's inquisitive gaze.
"And bisexual?" Jake posed.
The curvaceous woman grinned, "Well, if they weren't before, they will be by the time I let them go."
The curvaceous woman gazed at Jake, knowing the outline of her blue jeans would reveal satin underwear and a vagina yearning for oral attention. She held the potential of absorbing any man's face and maintaining him there indefinitely, but it could potentially be her only way out of her frustratingly secure stool.
"What's your release worth, Jake?" she inquired suggestively.
Jake could feel the woman's change in mood in her actions. Beneath her jeans would be drenched satin underwear, whilst her vagina craved oral stimulation. She had the curves to consume any man's face and a libido that would hold him there forever- but it may very well be the only way out of her infuriatingly secure stool.
"Dare to venture into my snug box?" she requested desperately.
*
Natalie continued to daydream as she lay on the bed. They had built a friendship, with conversation and laughter intertwined with oral sex and anal worship. Natalie's petulant nature had mellowed, and the mention of release was now met with a playful giggle instead of a death grip. However, Natalie's refusal to set Emma free remained unchanged. The curvaceous woman sought a way to convince the obstinately canal brunette to release her catch.
She had a plan. "Natalie," the curvaceous woman tried once more, "Free Emma into my possession for a few minutes, and I'll lock you back together for the night."
"The entire night? Promise?" Natalie excitedly propped herself up on her elbow and brushed away some loose hairs.
"I'll even tighten the butt strap so you won't be able to slip out of your cheeks," the curvaceous woman could enchant any scenario, "I'll even sleep with the key hidden somewhere on my body."
Emma listened to her fate, shaking uncontrollably and almost meowing like a cat as she massaged herself.
"I don't believe Emma will object," the curvaceous woman purred, "Anyway, once she's locked away, it's permanent."
*
The curvaceous woman frowned as she unfastened Natalie's facesitting shorts, revealing Emma's rosy cheeks with smeared mascara and perspiration-soaked mood. "Oh, Natalie. You are cruel."
The women exchanged smiles as Emma wobbled off Natalie's legs and was locked up again by the curvaceous woman. The curvaceous woman then led her back into the bar and left her startled in front of Jake's stool.
Jake observed his former teacher, her unwavering domination and this mesmerizing blonde-haired woman seemingly a different person.
"I'm a human now," Emma smiled triumphantly, "And I'm in your custody!"
Emma's mouth formed a smile as Jake wrestled with the locked chair. He looked adorable, but she was excited about seeing what kind of treatment he would give to a naughty girl in handcuffs. She sat her bare bottom down on the leather seat and wiggled around. After sitting proudly for a minute, she laughed at his objections, then slid off.
*
Emma waited until Jake got back on his feet before running away across the bar. Naked and with her wrists chained together behind her back, she giggled as she skipped. Her slender shoulders were pushed back, making her breasts bounce as she swiveled to see Jake chasing after her. Just like her, he was naked with his erection bouncing too.
Emma screamed as Jake caught her. She fell onto the rug, laughing with joy as he straddled her chest.
"If I give you a blowjob, will you make sure I don't get away?" Emma asked, panting, her deep blue eyes aroused and dilated.
"Emma, they plan to keep you in the facesitting shorts all night," Jake said, "There's no way out until Natalie wakes up in the morning."
Jake knew that Natalie was a notorious late riser. Even when she woke, she loved lying in bed, playing with herself, teasing, and masturbating. Her lush body would gyrate and undulate for hours as she drifted in and out of sleep. Emma would experience this lascivious indulgence firsthand as a part of Natalie's body.
But Emma was more fascinated by her current situation, wiggling closer, her back arched to accommodate the handcuffs as her eager lips strained upward until they captured Jake's erect penis. The woman who had sparked Jake's interest in dominant women, the teacher who looked like a dominatrix, was now lying helplessly under him.
Jake leaned forward and pinned her wrists to the rug as she sucked his cock. Despite her innocent, lust-driven blue eyes, she still held the key to the heavy chain that weighed him down around his neck. The heavy chain made him feel like a prisoner, subject to the woman with dilated eyes who was now licking his cum from her lips.
"We have a deal," Emma purred as she continued to suck his balls.
Jake stood up and kindly helped Emma to her feet. He took her arm and started guiding her to the bathroom. Emma's sly grin widened as Jake knelt down, kissed her calf before gently locking cuffs around her ankles.
"I thought their jailer would be rough," Emma growled, struggling in her manacled feet, and again attempting to escape.
A wide smile graced Emma's lips as Jake grabbed her long blonde hair, forcing her to look into his eyes, "Better?" Jake snarled.
Emma nodded as she tried to kiss him.
"Locking you inside Natalie's bottom might be the only way to control you," Jake muttered as he led both of them into the shower and activated the hot water.
With neither wanting Emma's handcuffs to be unlocked, Jake soaped up his former teacher's body, his hands providing an entire body massage rather than just a quick wash. He had lusted after her for so long that he reveled in the exploration of her body.
Emma trembled with excitement, eager to abandon her inhibitions and enjoy her fantasies with Jake.
She would have preferred being locked with Jake, but Natalie was cute, and the feeling of helplessness would be the same. After all, she would take Jake from Natalie soon enough. Emma smiled as she envisioned the implications of revealing her intentions while she was in Natalie's shorts.
"Please?" Emma whispered in her damsel in distress tone, "Yes..."
Men were so easy to manipulate, and she cheerfully spread her legs as Jake knelt down, kissing her as steamy water rained down on them both.
Emma was on cloud nine from the attention she was receiving from her handsome guard. His tongue had brought her to a slow orgasm, and then his hands gently dried her body. He had waited while she used the restroom and then patiently fed her takeaway and wine. When Emma had struggled to walk in her tight ankle cuffs, Jake even wrapped one arm under her legs and carried her.
Emma snuggled into his bare chest, floating from Jake's attention, dreaming of how she would tease him when it was her turn to take charge.
Natalie slipped into the facesitting shorts, stealing glances at Emma to exchange smirks. Her initial intention was to torment and embarrass Emma, but now all she desired was additional anal stimulation from Emma's pleasant, flirtatious lips. The thought of subjecting Emma to nothingness was enticing. No privileges or options, no matter how close things got.
The black material hugged Natalie snugly as she turned around and jiggled her hips while awaiting her friend's arrival.
Emma knelt and slid her head into the depths of Natalie's shorts. Natalie's skin felt soft and fragrant, and it was enjoyable as she snuggled even closer, embedding her face between Natalie's crevices. She traced her tongue across Natalie's anus. She detected the loosening of a strap around her neck, but then another one tugged taut across the back of her head, mandating Emma to further submerse herself into Natalie's vital center.
The strap's tightness made it seem as if Natalie's buttocks had squeezed and ultimately sealed themselves, capturing Emma's face. Emma could scarcely speak. Her mute lips were merely suited to stimulate her host anally. She felt entombed. The sole connection to the open air was the scented, heated air filtering between Natalie's buttocks.
Suddenly, Natalie's left cheek twitched, followed promptly by her right, and Emma squeezed her friend as she shuffled along behind her shifting hips. The shorts were more constricting than last time, and Emma could no longer wander between Natalie's vaginal region and her rear. This was intense. She'd consented to spend the night thus confined and powerless to even ask for release.
"Hey Em," Natalie pulled away from the anal excitation of Emma's panting breath, "Take it easy!"
"I can't help myself!" Emma's ladylike voice was incomprehensible.
"Alright, I'm getting used to it." Emma attempted to regain composure while caressing her alluring black shiny shorts, "... and I used to think my new jeans were constricting. But they were a breeze compared to this." While her jeans were tight, she had reduced a dress size to please Jake, but the loose, cool blue denim was comfortable in comparison and didn't encase a sexually aroused girl.
*
The voluptuous woman reemerged, dressed in a short red negligee. She had just trapped Jake in one of the smother boxes, and her luscious buttocks were already fantasizing about him snuggling into her contours. Not that she would tell Natalie that Jake would share her body.
"Ladies," the woman with curvy proportions purred, her flimsy lingerie failing to contain her globular breasts, "Typically, I let the dominant one set the release time. But this time, my libido will decide... and you two are just way too adorable to be freed until I've reached orgasm twelve times."
She arranged a vibrator beside them, activated the baby monitor, and then left, locking the door behind her. The bed was the perfect environment for these ladies to examine their quandary and each other's bodies. And she had no inclination to be disturbed.
The voluptuous woman glided toward the smother box and straddled Jake's face, which poked out from the red padded aperture. She sank down, her enticing figure molding into a snug fit around Jake's face. She smiled at the pledge she made to herself to orgasm twelve times before liberating the girls. Perhaps Jake had overheard her, considering his vigorous movements.
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