Struggling to breathe

When I arrived at the cafe, I knocked on the back door. Madame Tracy opened it, looking happy to see me. "Hello, my new seat!" she said excitedly. "Thank you so much for coming in today."

"Of course. Thanks for choosing me."

"Ah, so polite!" My boss said, leading me to the back. "I always like to do my work while sitting on a man, and you had so many appointments this week that I hardly ever got the chance to have you! Aside from the first day, of course, but that wasn't nearly enough."

"I'm glad to help," I said, stepping into her office. I was surprised by how quickly I had forgotten how unusual my situation was. Here I was about to have my face sat on by an older woman for several hours, and I didn't even think of it as odd. How many men got to be in my situation, after all? The way I saw it, I was lucky, getting to be sat on by beautiful women all day every day.

"Would you like some coffee before we start?" my boss asked.

"Absolutely!" I accepted, never one to turn down the cafe's delicious coffee. She poured me a cup and we sat together.

"I'm so glad we haven't scared you off. I know the first week is always tough, but I've found that a busy schedule with lots of clients helps my new seats to learn how to handle the... special requirements of the job."

"Not at all!" I replied. "In fact, I'm very thankful. Not only for the job, but for helping me to discover my facesitting fetish. I never realised quite how much I enjoy being sat on and used like a piece of furniture. I sometimes find myself a little embarrassed by how aroused I get during my shifts. If my hands weren't cuffed in place I'm honestly not sure I could resist touching myself. When I get home every day I have to jerk off immediately, and all I think about is the asses that sit on me every day. I crave facesitting so much and I can't thank you enough for introducing it to me." I paused for a second. "That may have been too much detail, I apologise. Saying all of that out loud, confessing my fetish, it's all true."

"Not a problem," Madame Tracy said, grinning from ear to ear. "I'm so glad I've helped you learn what you want, and what you need. Now, shall we get started? It shouldn't take more than a few hours."

Madame Tracy had a chair with a large open space in the bottom for us. Once my coffee was finished I removed all my clothes at her request, got on my knees underneath the chair and pressed my face into the gap. She smiled down at me briefly before sitting down. She truly was a beautiful woman. 

"Ahh, so much better than a plain chair," she cooed. "There's nothing quite like sitting on a sweet, young, obedient man's face."

I extended my tongue and began my work, trailing up and down the crack of her vast buttocks. It had only taken a week for me to be totally obedient. I savoured every soft inch of my boss's gigantic ass. Every time I passed over her asshole I gave it a kiss. "Such a good boy..." she sighed as she worked. Once again, my cock began to swell, and just like during my shifts, my hands were bound, leaving me unable to attend to it.

I began to get into my rhythm, slowly trailing my tongue across her wet womanhood. I was in love with eating pussy and ass by now. There was nothing in the world I wanted more than to worship the ass in my face. It was like I was in a trance, my sole focus being on what was directly in front of me. I tried to ignore my empty lungs for as long as I could. Madame Tracy shifted her weight slightly every so often so I could breathe slightly between her ass cheeks, but would shift back to full smothering shortly after. She was a master, only giving me the bare minimum amount of oxygen needed to survive. She and some of my older, more experienced clients all seemed to have a similar tactic for giving me air. They would raise one ass cheek, just enough so I could suck air through my nose, then sit back down. Madame Tracy was so good at it that I could barely pull my nose out of her ass to inhale before she came down again. I could feel myself submitting more and more as time went on.

After a few heavenly hours of smothering, Madame Tracy raised her ass off of me, letting me have several deep breaths. "Seat, I have a request," she said, "if you're willing."

"A request?" I thought. I had never had a request before, only orders.

"Anything you say, Madame Kelly," I panted in between kissing her cheeks.

"I want you to put your lips around my asshole and suck on it. Like you would do to one of my nipples. If that's too depraved for you I understand, but it's one of my favourite things to have a seat do to me. Will you do it?"

"Of course, Madame Kelly," I said immediately. "You gave me this incredible job, I'll do anything you say."

My boss slammed her ass down onto me. "Good boy," she whispered. I took a moment of hesitation before following her order. I placed my mouth around her puckered hole, licked it a few times, and began to suck. I applied as much as I could with my mouth, shocked at how desensitised I had become. I could hear my Mistress moaning as I sucked away, doing my best to snake my tongue up her tight hole. This was by far the most depraved thing I had ever done. It was so naughty! I was so absorbed by my sucking that I nearly forgot about the crushing weight and my need to breathe. I got no air as I continued this depraved pleasuring act. I was only at it for a few minutes when I felt Madame Kelly's thighs begin to shake. "Mouth over my pussy! Right now! I'm cumming!" she screamed, more desperate than I had ever heard her before. I detached my mouth with a wet pop and pressed my lips to her pussy right as the orgasm hit. Her sweet nectar shot down my throat as my eyes rolled back in ecstasy from my total submission. Her body shook on top of me as her climax overwhelmed her.

My whole body ached from lack of oxygen. The smothering mixed with her orgasm was drowning me. Madame Tracy had become so overtaken in her orgasm that she had to sit in order to relax. This left me helpless as her orgasm overwhelmed my senses. My world had gone totally dark. It was only when her orgasm at long last subsided that she finally gained her strength back and rotated herself slightly to give me the tiniest hint of air. I heaved and panted, my heart about to burst.

"Oh, my Goddess..." she said. "Nothing... nothing makes me cum quite like that. Don't do that to just anyone now, all right? It's a special trick to be used sparingly. But if you're ever entertaining a lady outside the cafe, try that out and see how it works."

"Yes, Mistress," I gasped.

"Now, I'll need to get some actual work done now, so no more oral until I say. Just stay under me and don't move a muscle, it's only a few hours more." I put my tongue back in my mouth and resumed my position underneath her. I wasn't sure I would even survive this, but all I could think about was being smothered even more.

The hours ticked away, my lungs always right on the edge of burning, my nose sucking in every meagre breath of air I was offered by Madame Tracy occasionally shifting her weight. She really had it down to a science. Before all of this, I could never have imagined a woman being so comfortable sitting on a human face, but she made it seem like regular chairs had no purpose at all. All I could do from my squashed, helpless position was support my dominant boss and try not to pass out.

At around noon, Madame Tracy finished her work and released me from my restraints. "Fine work, young man," she said. "Fine work indeed. You're truly gifted. I don't mean to sound arrogant, but I truly know how to pick them."

"It's - always an honour to - serve a woman like you," I said, somewhat out of breath.

"You're too sweet," she said, looking down at my puny body. "It's no wonder why you've gotten such rave reviews from the ladies.”