Nat took her black dress off, confirming to Dean what he already knew, she hadn't been wearing any underwear at all tonight. Her skin shone in the darkly lit room, her hand was quivering in excitement as she cupped his cheek and kissed him warmly, her sweet smell lingering in his nose as she gently sat down on his chest, her feet on each side of his head. She was still wearing her stockings, but began removing her high-top sneakers, letting them fall next to his face. Nat placed her foot over his face, gently rubbing her soft pantyhose covered feet on his nose. Dean inhaled slowly, utterly mesmerized by the deeply feminine pheromones. Nat leaned forward and kissed his cheek as Dean lay there whimpering, knowing full well that she intended on getting off, knowing full well that he would be smothered so she could achieve a maximum orgasm.
"Do you want to smell them?" she asked, always turned on by how infatuated Dean was with her sneakers, it made her feel like a goddess being worshiped.
Dean nodded.
She lifted her pink and black Osiris high-top sneaker and layed the opening over his nose, pushing it down forcefully but painlessly, so any air he breathed would be filtered by her highly intoxicating shoe. She held it there for minutes, as she examined Dean, utterly turned on by her pets submissiveness, how he worshipped the natural feminine aroma her sneaker provided.
Nat had made it clear in the past to Dean that only 1 single thing she would allow to smell were her sneakers, and that was ONLY for him. The rest of her body smelled of candy, strawberries or sweet nectar. Dean always felt that Nat must have been the cleanest person in the entire world, she was incapable of smelling bad, even after a workout... but her sneakers on the other hand... the sheer amount of time they were on her feet, in the heat of summer, that was another story completely... and it was all for him, and only him... or so he thought.
"That's all you get for now," she whispered into his ear as she pulled the sneaker away from his face. "Now it's my turn..." she said with a cute devilish smile.
Nat moved from her seat on his chest and placed herself above his face. Dean looked straight up, watching her touch her naked smooth, hairless body, gently squeezing her firm breasts as she writhed in a sexually enticing dance directly above him. Her stocking covered feet slid under his head, crossing her legs behind his neck as she lowered herself down, the vibrator penetrating her tightly as she locked him in, squeezing his face into her, trying to get the vibrations to penetrate the deepest they could. Nat moaned lustfully as she sealed off all oxygen supply to Dean, her clit rubbing his nose as Dean quickly realized how dangerous this could be if she lost control of her surroundings. He was completely immobilized. Her hips delicately thrusted in a slow rhythmic pattern as she slowly fucked his face in erotic passion. Dean was completely at her mercy, he couldn't even move his neck from side to side because of her thighs scissor locking him in place as she gently yet firmly fucked his face.
Nat squeezed his head with her thighs, her cotton candy flavored pussy rubbing up and down as she moaned softly. Dean already needed to breathe, he tried to gasp, he tried to whimper, but Nat didn't notice, her focus was entirely on how good it felt. He tried clawing at the sheets behind his back, he tried kicking his legs, but there was no give. The bliss Nat experienced was overwhelming as the vibrations deep inside her continued to edge her orgasm closer and closer. Nat could feel Dean struggle, but his panic turned her on more. Nat imagined what it was like to fear death as much as Dean. Everything you lived for just to end for 1 single orgasm, not even for yourself. The thought empowered her - because in the end, she knew it was all for her.
Nat wanted to just keep going until she came, but knew it would take at least a few minutes. She had to wear him down more. Dean's body began jerking, he was in full panic mode, his mind was numbing from the lack of oxygen as she continued thrusting and moaning in ecstasy. Dean's eyes went wide as he looked up to witness his goddess not even looking at him as he pleaded. Her smooth motion slightly quickening as he lay there helpless, her moans and panting echoing in his ears as he desperately tried to suck in air, but none came. Nat's breathing was heavy as she moaned, squeezing her breasts passionately as her hips rocked slowly, grinding her pussy on his face.
Finally, just before Dean felt the icy talons of blackness engulf him, she lifted herself off him momentarily, fingering her clit vigorously as he tried to catch his breath. It only lasted a few seconds before she couldn't take it and needed more stimulation. Dean tried to get one last breath in however he was cut off just as he finished exhaling, he didn't even get a small lung full before the oxygen was sealed off again. Nat was completely oblivious to his peril, moments like this she lost all sense of time and space. Nat's orgasms were overly intense, the way she would explain it was as if she was drugged for a minute, riding the waves of pure euphoria as her body shivered in absolute bliss. Dean was so worried, he loved when she did this, but normally he had at least his legs to move and kick out, or lift his body up to show her he needed air. Not this time however, being completely immobilized he was like a dispensable slave, his life was less important than a single orgasm of hers.
Dean was fully erect, just the thought of her using him this way, the danger, her exaltation - turned him on like he had never been before. He started thinking of her as a goddess queen, someone who's single mere orgasm was more important than the lives of a thousand people. Her body, her face, the beauty of them... her style, her swagger, her coolness - she was the kind of girl any man would feel inferior to, or compelled to please in any way they could.
Already feeling light headed, the panic once again set in as Nat thrusted softly on his face, her ultra smooth vagina slipping against his face and nose. This time she couldn't stop, she knew within a minute or two it would be over, and she didn't have the will to stop it from happening. Quicker and more passionately she thrusted against his face, Dean felt her toes wiggling against his body as the excitement rose. Nat could feel his body shuddering beneath her, but refused to pay it any heed, her orgasm was too important at this point. Nat's hands roamed her own tight body, her smooth hairless skin like silk to the touch. Dean jerked desperately for air beneath her but she didn't even notice, her eyes closed, visions of the young teenage boy-toy Jake satisfying her with his perfect dick, longer and harder and younger than Dean's. Her pussy was so wet, gliding against Dean's face as she shivered in acute euphoria. Her pace quickened slightly as she moaned Jake's name. The vibrations stole her breath away, her fit muscles tensing up as her skin shone with passionate moisture. She felt Dean trying to turn his head, but could easily control it with her strong thighs, gripping onto him even tighter as she pleasured herself thinking of Jake.
Dean was beginning to blackout, the panic he felt was inconceivable. But he couldn't do anything, he couldn't move... nor would he. Nat had turned him on so much, her swagger as she talked about the strippers she touched, her newfound edgy youthfulness on the subject, the way she made herself out to feel so much more superior because of her beautiful new scenario. Dean felt like he was given a gift. He needed to breath, he struggled momentarily as he knew he was passing out, but his body simply collapsed as the muffled moans of his wife continued into his subconsciousness. Then all went completely black as his body stopped struggling, moving and fighting.
Nat felt him pass-out, she took advantage of this by holding him down even tighter as she thrusted her wet pussy against his face. She was in utter bliss as her orgasm was getting ready to explode. The sound of her wet pussy gliding as squishing against his face was all that could be heard between her moans for Jake. Slowly, edgingly, she humped Dean's face, her eyes closed, focused on how impossibly erotic it was to perform this. Never had she gone this far, never had she not cared... but she was exalted now, her orgasm was the most important thing in the world at the moment.
Nat continued, not even thinking of Dean anymore, simply using his unconscious face as nothing more than a masturbation tool. A minute went by and she felt the shivers of orgasm as goosebumps rose from her glistening, perfectly tanned skin. She began to moan louder and louder, "Fuck me Jake! Fuck me Jake!" as her body seemingly erupted into a billion flashes of light, shuddering in the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. Wave after wave of euphoric bliss cascaded through her. She could barely moan, cut short by every individual contraction of blistering ecstasy. She began squirting on his face, pulsations erupting by pure erotic pleasure sinfully inflicted within her. Greedily she continued until the very last convulsion, the only sound was the wetness of her pussy gliding and slurping against the skin of Dean's unconscious face. Tightly she gripped his head as she quivered in pleasure. Finally after regaining her senses, her body slumped forward as she collapsed onto the bed next to him.
Right away, the moment she pulled away, Dean's unconscious body instinctively began drawing in a breath as Nat shivered next to him, her hands exploring her own smooth skin, squeezing her breasts, her body jolting in utter satisfaction every few seconds. Nat used Dean's chest as a footstool, one leg atop him, the other foot on his face, her toes pointing upwards just above his nose as he began to awaken.
The world faded in and out, dreams of kissing Nats feet under the warm sun, on the beach during their honeymoon. Her sweet smelling hair tickling him as she sucked his dick under the moonlit forest as they backpacked through mystical woods. Removing her sneakers to massage her feet in a French cafe, after a long day of being beautiful as they shopped the in the streets of Paris during their vacation. Watching her try on and buy new shoes at the skate-shop. Visions of teenage Nat grinding a rail as she skateboarded towards him in his football uniform after practice. All these images faded as the feminine aroma of her stocking covered toes drifted back into consciousness. The very first thing he remembered as he awoke was kissing the bottoms of her beautiful feet, small and perfectly shaped. The smooth texture of her tights gently gliding on his face as the world came back into focus.
