She was fed up with his face. So she squeezed it.
Brian was getting on Jamie's nerves. Sometimes he did that. She liked him well enough, they'd dated for six months, things were OK, but he could be such a pain in the ass. Talked too much, for one thing, especially when he got a shitload of coffee in him and he wouldn't shut up. And today as they sipped coffee at her place after dinner, he was extra talkative, going on and on and on about his work, the job he was doing, and blathering endlessly about the importance of face time.
"Ya know, Jamie, ya can't get enough face time with the people you need to see, you can't be making calls, working the phones. Course you have to sometimes, but it's so much better to get face time, face to face, nothing like face time," he droned on as she sat next to him on the couch, arms crossed and rolling her eyes.
"Goddam, Brian, will you STOP, I'm so fucking tired of hearing about 'face time this' and face time that', for FUCK'S sake, ENOUGH!" she shouted, crossing her meaty, powerful legs sexily revealed in her short denim skirt. "Enough face time!"
"But face time is what it's about babes, face time, face time," he said, intentionally trying to annoy her now that she was annoyed, another irritating habit of his, leaning on her irritation button.
"OK, you want face time! So do it! MY WAY!"
She leaned back on the arm of the couch and whipped her rugged legs up around his face, one muscular thigh attaching to his face, the other strapping across the back of his head, totally obliterating his face - and his breathing. Jamie was a lacrosse player in college and college was only a few years behind her. She had lacrosse legs, big, long, strong and capable. And now, in her little jean skirt and bare feet, she had them strapped around his face like a fleshy band of steel, one big inner thigh smashed around his nose and mouth, swallowing his entire face up as the other thigh completed the scissor connection. She was leaning up on the arm of the couch with her hands, crotch and hips thrust upward sitting a very surprised Brian up straight and in a great deal of pain. His hands curled around the outside of the plank-hard thigh strapped around his face and pulled down to no avail. Jamie locked her ankles and squeezed hard, the rock adductor of that thigh crushing his nose flat and blocking his sight and air.
“MMMMGHPLFFFF!” was all he could comically scream, the tip top of his scissored skull the only thing visible in her face-time clamp, a tuft of hair rising out of the thighs.
“Face time, bitch, you wanted it!” she screamed, twisting to a seated position on the couch, Brian on his ass on the floor before her, her thighs still imprisoning his facial features. “YOU GOT SCISSORED FACE TIME!”
She squeezed hard and shook her big legs hard, quivering the crushing flesh on his face until his hands went limp at his sides. She’d scissored him a full minute and he was nearly out. Finally letting up and freeing his face momentarily, she laughed as he gulped in air, lungs burning from lack of it.
“What….the…FUCK!” he panted madly, hand on his chest, pain on his face as he turned to look at her, her big legs open around him. “GODDAMMIT! WHAT THE…!”
She sighed and hauled him to her pussy, slamming him inside and locking up hard, his nose and mouth imprisoned in her white thong. Face time continued as she smothered him in cunt.
“You fucker, may as well get some GOOD outta my scissored face time,” she hissed, gyrating her hips and using his face. “Gonna grind face on you, motherfucker, squeeze out my cum on you!”
And she did, humping him madly as he madly, and vainly, pawed at her brutish thighs that held him, unable to budge their tree-trunk hardness as they enveloped his skull. She came long and she came hard, gushing her girly goo into his face through and around her tiny thong, nearly drowning him. Only his eyes were visible in her steely scissor clamp and they begged her for mercy. She laughed. And squeezed harder.
Letting him go to listen to him gulp air again and slump to the floor on his back, panting like a madman, face flushed and wet with her cum. She whipped up her little skirt and stood to rudely squat on his face and lean over him, capturing his skull in those tireless thighs again, his face victimized now by her meaty ass as she scooped the back of his head with a folded calf and forced his mug up her butt. She laughed as she gyrated her hips and devoured his moaning face in her butt, using it again as she squeezed his head in her muscle-bursting thighs.
She rocked back and forth, arching her back to grab her crossed feet in both hands and pull forward, absolutely burying his screaming face in her bountiful rump and crushing thighs. Her ass dimpled around his face, spreading wide and taking him so deep not even his eyes showed. He hollered his submission, or something that sounded like it, which she ignored, pasting his face with ass and leg until he quieted and passed out. Unlocking her legs and butt, she had to peel his face from her fleshy embrace, giggling as she stood up and over her slumbering boyfriend. She waited until he woke groggily and stood, one foot on the floor, the other on his face.
“Now THAT,” she hissed, slapping him with her sweaty foot before jamming it into his mouth, “is what I call quality face time!”
The End
