The Facesitting Bar Ch. 04

"I assume she didn't leave her keys," Jake gasped breathlessly as he explored the high security chains that locked him and Natalie together in the classic '69' lovers' position.

"No keys," Natalie moaned in delight, her lips chasing his bouncing cock, " Just you and me bound by permanent chains."

The chains certainly looked permanent, thick hardened steel links with high security padlocks had evidently been designed to give the keyholder ultimate control. The heavy chain looked both sexy and intimidating around Natalie's slim waist, forbidding as it glittered across her delicate lingerie and down between her legs. Jake's neck was now locked tightly to Natalie's crotch chains and without the woman's keys, they would stay linked together forever.

"Isn't it exciting to be so helpless?" Natalie trembled, "She could keep us here forever."

Jake tried sit up only for Natalie to let out a trembling cry as the silver crotch chain pulled tight, sinking between her cheeks and crushing its shiny links against her white silk lingerie and her vagina beneath.

"You're leashed to my crotch chain," Natalie breathed, writhing in bliss on the bed, her thighs snapping closed around Jake's neck, her hands pushing Jake back down into her damp panties, "I own you."

*

With no way to measure time inside their windowless room, the day melted into a series of orgasms followed by slow panting between each other's legs. Now disorientated, they gazed dreamily as they heard their door unlock, their eyes craning to watch the curvy woman as she swept into their cell. They had climaxed too many times to count, yet Natalie still had Jake's cock in her mouth as her eyes followed their jailer's swaying hips. Jake was drifting off too, his head resting on Natalie's inner thigh with his lips close enough for her to feel the warmth of his slow breath on her vagina.

"Oh sweeties," the curvy woman smiled kindly, "Lovers always exhaust themselves in this position. It takes just a few hours chained together to realise how cruel a confinement this really is. I control your bodies and your minds."

Natalie rolled over so that she was lying on top of Jake, her head resting on his thighs, her contented eyes too exhausted to play with his semi erect cock. Jake's look was also one of blissful resignation, unable to escape the chains that bound him to Natalie's body. His zoned-out eyes smiled breathlessly, framed between her flushed thighs.

"Too much of a good thing... can be wonderful," the curvy woman smiled, slinking closer, "Now, who said that?"

There was muffled moaning and intimate kissing, but neither Natalie nor Jake responded.

"Mae West, I think," the woman whispered in answer to her own question.

She knelt down on the bed, straddling Natalie's thighs and Jake's head that was trapped between them. The woman squeezed her knees together, which in turn clutched Natalie's thighs even more tightly around Jake's crushed head. With everything nicely secure, the woman eased herself backward on to Jake's face, pressing all three of them deeper into the soft bed.

Jake watched her round hips descend on him, a slip of cream satin running between seemingly huge buttocks. It was like being inside a vault, the walls formed by Natalie's thighs, with the woman's bottom the vault door. The door was now definitely closed and locked with him inside.

"Whoops, this may become his coffin," the woman smiled in reaction to Jake's pleas from beneath her.

She eased herself backwards and cracked open her thighs, "Life?" she asked, her inner thighs touching closed again, "or death?"

The woman watched Jake's erection that Natalie's lips were desperately trying to catch. Breath play could be such an aphrodisiac. She opened her thighs again and listened to his grateful gasping, "Three, two, one..." she breathed, closely clinching her thighs together. Jake's hands were caressing them both, seemingly unaware of where Natalie stopped, and where she started. He was lovingly stroking her thighs, but wasn't trying to part them, instead using the asphyxiation to climax.

The woman opened her legs as she inspected the restraints, "You know these chains will eventually drive you insane," she purred, tracing the links around their tingling bodies, "You're powerless to escape each other's aroused scent."

"And to think that your keys are so close, hidden away on my body," she breathed.

It may have been cruel to tease them like this, but the woman's libido was now in complete control of her actions. She sat up straight, arched her back and focused on the feel of Jake's hands exploring inside her skirt. Caressing her thighs and then delving inside her panties in search of the mythical keys that could unleash him from his lover. His touch was so gentle as his fingers strained upwards into her tight black top. He caressed her full breasts, playing with her nipples as his trembling fingertips combed her bra. The woman spread her legs, her expression changing to one of wonder.

Natalie still had her lips around Jake's cock. Her mouth was tensing and her cheeks tightening as she sucked. It was only a matter of time before Jake's body bucked uncontrollably and he climaxed again. The curvy woman followed with seconds as Jake's tongue seemed convinced that the keys were in her vagina.

The curvy woman looked upwards, her lips apart as she bounced gently on the delirious head beneath her "Found the keys?" she asked.

Both Jake and Natalie were moaning and thrusting with arousal.

"Perfect puppets," the woman mouthed as Jake's almost hypnotised hands returned to her curvy inner thighs.

"Maybe there are no keys," the woman whispered as if telling an elicit secret while rocking against Jake's mouth, "Maybe fate demands that you be joined for life. But keep searching," she mouthed, confident that no matter how many times Jake searched her body, he would never find the keys that she had casually tossed into the bottom of her handbag and tucked away out of sight behind the bar.

The woman slowly climbed off the bed and straightening her twisted skirt. Both Jake and Natalie tried to watch, struggling and moaning as they pulled against each other's chains.

"Sorry sweeties, I have another session in the bar," the woman smiled kindly as she straightened Natalie's tight crotch chain.

"But I can't get my panties off?" Natalie pleaded hopefully.

The woman looked down at the damp silk that was locked on to Natalie's body by her crotch chain. Jake had tried in vain to rip them off, but the defiant lingerie, now a sodden mix of saliva and pheromones, was still attached and hung frustratingly against Jake's face.

"I'll cut them off," the woman smiled.

She clipped away to fetch some scissor and used them to slice through the soft fabric around Natalie's hips. She then straightened the heavy chain so that it ran freely down between Natalie's cheeks, with one thick link pushing against her vagina.

"A play partner once chained me up like this," the woman mouthed, carefully positioning the links of the chain against her pale flesh, "Around the waist and between the legs is the cruellest way to restrain a woman. Impossible to escape those damn hips and each struggle is just so intense... you grow to love it."

Natalie's new naked vulnerability wasn't lost on Jake and with everything on show beneath the shiny steel, his lips went exploring, and Natalie twisted in delight, unable to escape his attentions.

The woman slinked away, pulling the heavy metal door closed behind her and padlocking the thick bolts that sunk deep into the concrete wall. She smiled, locking them in their room was all quite unnecessary. Any attempt by Jake to escape would ultimately tug at Natalie's crotch chain. She would cry out in delight, grip him between her thigh while sucking on his cock. No guy could escape from that.

*

Outside in the bar, the speed dating event was about to start. Six women were milling around the bar and six men were already locked inside their boxes. Everyone was wearing blindfolds.

The curvy woman led Jessica, a nervous and giggly brunette, across the bar and over to the first box. Jessica stumbled on her heels, the long, manicured nails on her outstretched hands waving blindly as she tried to regain her balance. Now standing above the chiselled face that protruded from the box, the curvy woman clasped Jessica's slim waist and spun her around.

"Sit down slowly," the curvy woman whispered, guiding Jessica's short grey dress carefully into position on the smother box.

As she lowered her bottom, the taut grey fabric tightened around the man's face, creating a mask that effectively shrink wrapped his features. Not wanting any broken noses, at least not this early in the evening, the curvy woman pulled Jessica back to her feet and eased up her dress to reveal black and white polka dot lingerie beneath.

"Oh god, I can feel him!" Natalie gasped as she sat back down, breathing out slowly to calm herself as her cheeks settled into place. His nose felt so nice against the front of her lingerie that she allowed herself a moment to rock against him. She had never sat on a man's face before and with total anonymity assured, she was ready to indulge.

"Hi!" Jessica called out in her best flirtily breezy voice.

"You're sitting on his mouth," the curvy woman replied.

"Oh?" Jessica stuttered, a little confused by how this was supposed to work.

"Feel free to enjoy him as you chose," the woman smiled, "... but maybe slide back a little if you want to talk."

"Oh yes," Jessica mouthed, bouncing backwards and landing heavily on his chin.

The man moaned and the curvy woman rolled her eyes as she watched on, wondering how much damage this nervous brunette was going to inflict on her boys tonight. At least the man's panting mouth was now just visible between her thighs.

"Hi... I'm 'face one'," the man gasped shyly.

"I'm Jess...," she paused, "oh god sorry, I mean 'sitter one'," she giggled nervously, "Are you okay down there?"

Jessica had tried every type of dating App and nothing had worked. The scene seemed full of arrogant control freaks. This had to be different as none of the men she usually met would ever allow her to have this much power.

Locked in their boxes with their hands strapped down, leaving only their vulnerable faces at the whim of their prospective dates. Jessica had read the rules and nothing short of killing their date appeared to be off limits to the women.

The men, by contrast, were on a very short leash. Any offensive words or behaviour, any refusal to obey their date's requests, even any sign of arrogance was forbidden. Just a word from Jessica and the lid would be closed over his face and he would be left in solitary time out.

*

Jessica was shocked when their fifteen minutes was over. She had found herself relaxing and opening up to this witty, attentive man. She hadn't mentioned specifics that would give away her identity, but she had revealed her frustration at meeting nice guys and the impending threat of her thirty fifth birthday. She had even giggled through her attempt to describe her looks.

"Oh no, it's time to move on," she whispered, "Aren't I supposed to sit on you or something?"

"You're pretty close," the man replied.

"I think I'm supposed to." Jessica slid forward until her round cheeks covered him completely. She bounced until his nose pressed deeper and then smiled as she heard his muffled cries beneath her. Unfortunately, her fun was cut short by the curvy woman who took her hand, pulled her to her feet and led her away to box two.

*

"Mmm... not sure what he did, but the woman before you closed the lid on this box," the curvy woman mused as they approached the second box, "Do you want to open it?"

Jessica shook her head and let the woman guide her down so that she was sitting on the closed lid. Once in place, Jessica crossed her legs and smoothed down her soft grey dress as her thoughts returning to the man in box one.

Her daydreams were finally interrupted by a muffled call from beneath her. The man was struggling to form words with his lips crushed against the underside of the lid on which she was sitting.

"Hello?" the nasally voice called again.

Natalie tried to ignore him, bouncing impatiently on his lid and recrossing her long bare legs as she tapped her heel in annoyance.

"Please... crushing my nose?" the man called after a further long silence.

Natalie bounced on him again and was rewarded with a satisfying moan. That felt good, but strangely the man seemed to accept her decision. Now she was intrigued, "Okay, so why did she close your lid?" Natalie snapped.

"She was my PA," the man mumbled in relief, "We recognised each other's voices."

"Oh god, awkward!" Jessica exclaimed, the soft sheer fabric of her dress twisting on the lid above him.

"I suggested it best we have the lid between us."

"Oh god, sorry!" Natalie cried, standing up and blindly feeling for the lid, "I just assumed the worst."

He winced as she traced her fingers gently around his crushed features.

"I'm so sorry!" Jessica sighed, biting down on her lower lip, "Anything I can do?"

"You sound nice," the man asked hopefully.

"Of course," Natalie replied. Tottering on her heels, the blindfold affecting her balance as she turned, pulled up her dress and wobbled gently down on to his face. His trembling breath felt nice against her crotch.

Natalie opened her legs and leaned forward to reach closer to his face, "Finally, a woman you don't have to face in the office on Monday morning," she whispered.

*

After an hour and a half, the women had met with each guy. They each made their selections and one by one were led back outside. The curvy woman then did the same with the men, unlocking them in turn and releasing them to the real world.

Once outside, Jessica waited impatiently for her phone to ring. Her short grey dress gave no protection against the cold and she jiggled from heel to heel as she tried to keep warm. Finally, her phone rang and after a quick conversation, she walked up the street and took a stool at the back of a 'vanilla' bar.

Finally, a tall, good looking man approached.

"Hi, again," she babbled nervously.

"Sitter one?" he smiled, amused as she clamped her hand to her face with embarrassment.

"Jessica!"

"Face one," he replied.

"Oh good!" Jessica smiled. She may well have broken Face two's nose and almost certainly farted on Face number three.

*

Back inside the Facesitting Bar, the curvy woman had checked on Natalie and Jake before locking them away for the night. She turned out the lights and ambled over to her only other remaining guest.

The man in box two had clearly liked her, falling into the trap of flirting with her and, as a result, she had not unlocked his box. He now lay trapped, awaiting the promise of her warm body.

The curvy woman swayed her hips just inches from his face, "Did your teacher ever keep you behind for detention?" she whispered. A totally inappropriate analogy, but she was rewarded with a wonderful illicit moan as the aroused man tried to break out of the inescapable box and touch her body. She smiled mischievously as she prowled above him.

"Sixteen hours on my feet," she breathed.

"Won't you sit down?" the man offered.

"If I do, I may never get up..."

"Good."

The wonderful thing about curves was that the man would disappear completely. She was now just a girl sitting in a bar, with a twinkle in her blue eyes. Whatever was happening underneath would never be revealed.

"Fuck, you're good," the woman whispered as the man's loving touch brought her to orgasm. As a reward, she briefly unlocked his box to untie his wrists. With the box again locked and key hidden away, she sat back down on his face as he used her warm crushing body and scent to climax.

"Can I give you a lasting memory of tonight?" the woman called, her mind floating between fantasies while her bottom refused to leave his face.

"Yeah, please," the man moaned.

"You don't know what I'm going to do to you," she smiled.

"I know I'll love it..."

Falling for this woman was dangerous.

The curvy woman stood up, stretched happily and sauntered away. When she returned, she made sure her skirt was clear as she sat down carefully on his face, "Close your eyes and open your mouth a little," she whispered.

"Do you like my lingerie?" she called.

She took his moans as a yes.

"Well, they've served their time between my legs and they're ready to pass that feeling to you."

The man was mumbling incoherently into the crack between her cheeks.

"Well like it or now, it's too late now," she breathed, leaning back on the seats. Her writhing body stretching as she eased the dirty cream satin down over her hips and shuffling backwards on the box as she dragged the lingerie down her curvy legs.

Now naked beneath her tiny skirt, she sat up to examine her underwear that was now attached to the man's face. The fabric was welded to his skin all around his mouth and nose with his entire air supply now filtered through the scent of her day.

"Whoops, I've superglued my panties to your face," she breathed, her body hot with excitement. She loved men touching her intimate clothing and would fantasise about men hand washing her clothes.

This man could no longer separate himself from panties, worn smooth with use. She now had a connection with him. The man unable to free himself from the thought of her body, and the industrial strength superglue had already locked tight.

"Wow," the man smiled, his arousal and the proximity of her naked crotch taking away any hope of rational thought.

"Maybe next time I won't line the inside of my pants with a strip of plastic," she breathed, "Imagine how connected we would be..."

The curvy woman giggled as the man tried to talk, her underwear opening and closing like a glove puppet, the one inch of play barely enough to let him form his words.

"I have some acetone that would get you out," she paused, thrusting her naked body back down against his face. His lips reached up, but his tongue couldn't escape its satin prison.

"Or I could send you away like that, the glue might soften in a week or so..."

The curvy woman slid her damp naked crotch back on to his face, sealing him up to ensure he made the right decision.