Under Her Ass as She Watches Sex and the City (Facesitting Diary)
🕑 Added 2025-02-20 08:28:48 +0000 UTC“I want to watch Sex and the City, and I need a chair,” Queen Nazz said.
The episode began with the four ladies sitting around the table at a soul food fussion restaurant. Carrie described the restaurant as “Martha Stewart meets Puff Daddy on a plate” in her narration. Ooof.
Then a handsome black man walked onto the screen, and it was stated that he worked in the music industry, thus justifying whatever thin connection okra and salmon has to do with rap music. Samantha, of course, was all over the high-status guy. I couldn’t see what happened in the rest of the episode because Nazz’s ass was blocking my view of the television.
Nazz’s ass sunk onto my face. Her weight rested on my skull. My nose fit in between her ass cheeks. She enjoyed watching the episode without thinking about me.
My nose was blocked by the fabric of her panties. I struggled to suck in as much air as I could through my mouth. I tried to stay still. I wanted to be the good boy for her, letting her rest and enjoy herself. Being under a woman and being used by her for her enjoyment is the ultimate prize of a female supremacist male submissive like myself.
I strained to move my head to the side to get a bigger breath. I put my head back in its place, fit my nose into the ass cheek slot as soon as I filled my lungs. But Nazz still complained, “Why is my chair moving?”
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I didn’t want to move. I’d like to let myself be the perfect human seat. I’d like to be able to lie motionless, actionless, completely available to be used at the will of my Queen without needing to take in any air.
Realistically, I’d like to be strong enough to hold my breath. I can’t guess how many seconds I was taking between breaths, but I know when Nazz was counting down in the past, I was able to last approximately 15 to 25 seconds.
The longer she was sitting, the more deeply she sat back onto my face. The deeper she sat onto my face, crushing me, the harder my dick grew. The harder my dick grew, the more Nazz wanted to see it shoot out white liquid. She pulled her panties to the side, letting her skin rest against mine.
“Cum for me,” she said.
It was only a matter of seconds of stroking before I shot my seed all over my stomach, some of it dripping down onto the bedsheets.
“Ooooh! You got the bed dirty!” Nazz feigned surprise and disgust.
I lay next to Nazz for a bit, watching the episode. Samantha was at a hip music club with Chivon. Chivon’s sister was attacking her for dating a black man. “What kind of a person would let their sibling determine who they date?” I thought. If someone tried to tell Nazz not to date a white guy, she'd leave them red and whiplashed.
I cuddled on top of Nazz. I began kissing her. She exposed her breast, her “nom yay” (“big milk”). I started sucking her hard nipple and flicking the other one with my left hand.
“Go down there!” she said.
She pulled her underwear out just enough for me to fit my head in between her panties and her pussy. With my head locked in place, my tongue and nose burried in her pussy, I felt like a shrunken boy who had been placed inside the panties of a witch or a giantess.
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Eventually, I had to remove her panties so that I could have more freedom of movement while licking. I did figure eights, grazing her clit and pressing on her lips and returning in a symetrical pattern. She pulled open her the folds of her lips, giving me access to just where she wanted me. I kept my mouth and tongue in place, letting her control my point of focus. I changed up the speed to accomodate to her needs.
She was letting such high pitched sounds escape her throat. She was expelling combinations of vowels that don’t exist and can’t be reproduced in English or perhaps any other language. We kinksters must invent a language of our own, but until then, an objective characterization of the climax will always be impossible to produce.
I kept licking. She laid back on her pillow enjoying it. She asked if I would cum again.
“If you make me,” I responded.
She wrapped her thighs around my neck and straightened her legs. “Owwww,” I uttered. Headscissoring.
She flipped me onto my back and straddled my face. That time, she was facing the other direction; her pussy was over my face, and her legs were resting on my cheeks. She squeezed her legs tighter. I was smashed under her legs and pussy. I could look up and see a view of her cute, cute smile just over my face.
There I is was, directly below her, my head being crushed, my facial features being scrunched up. There she was, atop me, enjoying herself like a princess. She bounced up and down. I felt a slight sense of pain and a great sense of honor.
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Front and back facesitting both have their advantages. When your face is in her ass, it fits nicely, and you have the sensation of being ignored, of being nothing more than her seat. But front-facing facesitting lets you see her face and gives you a sensation of being toyed with by a playful seductress. It lets her see your face, too, and, in recognizing you as her boy toy, it makes her toy with you even more, wiggling, bouncing, just having fun.
She laughed.
“Hi, I’m Hana,” she said. She was playing as one of the characters of my most recent femdom caption novella, Worship Yuna (Amazon link, Fourthwall link (cheaper)). “My friend Yuna told me you were here. She said it was fun to sit on you.”
She pressed down, positioning her creamy pussy directly over my mouth. I put my tongue out, licking, enjoying the texture and the taste of her pleasure juices. The smell of her sex, the sensation of being right up inside her womanly odor, her laughter… It was all working to turn me on just as much as the first time she facesat me.
Ready for the white explosion that she so loves, Nazz moved forward, putting her ass over my eyes and nose, and rested her legs on my chest, increasing the weight on me. Directly underneath her tush, no longer able to see her smile, but being in a position of pure subjugation to my Mistress, I luxuriated in my submission. *Yes, this is where I belong! As the willing servant, the man who would do anything, let my Queen use me as she wishes…* I was in that mood, that state of mind, fantasy and reality washing over each other, ready to produce a bang.
'Hana' stood, doing her fake shocked act as she admired the mess I had made.
“I have to tell my other friends how fun you are to use!”
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