Too Good to Be True

As with most of my stories, the focus will be on Female Domination but will stray into other areas I have mainly bypassed so far.

This chapter, along with the next, will take a much darker turn. If stronger Femdom is not to your taste, please skip these chapters (6 and 7) and rejoin at Chapter 8.

As always, all persons in the story are imagined, with any similarity to anyone living or dead being purely coincidental. None of the characters are under 18.

Too Good to be True. Chapter 06.

Saturday (around 08:00, although James did not know that)

James woke and shook his head. What a crazy dream!

He tried to rub his eyes, but found his arms outspread, his wrists in handcuffs. He raised his head off the pillow and realised he was in a bed......but not his!

His ankles were similarly bound, allowing little movement. He would have shouted out but could see a body asleep on the lounger at the other side of the room. He would wait to see if they woke, to ask them where he was. They probably knew as they did not appear to be restrained.

'Where was he'? It was clearly not the Police station which would have been his first thought, but why had he thought that? OH, yes, his dream! Maybe it was not a dream?

They had been out drinking and dancing and were having a good time, then he remembered being in a car and someone kissing him madly.

Then he had moved his head and could see their workplace, but...... all the furniture was being cleared out?

He had lost his view as Bron had started kissing him again, and then Louise's body was in the way.

And Sarah was there too?

James' mind hurt!!

He tested his restraints quietly, but he was stuck. Whoever had done this...Bron?.....had obviously planned it, but why?

James looked around to assess his situation. The room was really plush - well fitted with expensive looking curtains, three dressing tables, one between the two big windows, and the lounger that the other person was lying on. He could see only the sky, and part of a tree, out of the windows. So, not a cell then?

And, he had just realised, he was naked!

The body stirred and an arm appeared, stretching out towards the ceiling. The blanket was thrown off and, his suspicions proved, Bron sat up.

BUT....... WOW!! She was, incredibly, topless, her huge breasts sitting firm and high on her chest, He could see her large nipples and areolae too!! He thought she looked beautiful!

"Mmmmmm," she moaned, "Oh, Hello sleepyhead!"

She stood up, picking up the blanket and throwing it on the lounger, and turned towards the bed.

OH MY GOD! She was naked! And Beautiful! And...... and...... and............!

James' mind was in a turmoil.

She padded across the room to the bed, her breasts bouncing - perfect, 36H - unbelievably firm, with little sag. She was not exactly smiling but looked happy enough.

James was looking at her, taking in the fantastic body of the first woman he had ever seen naked. Her hair was longer than either her Mom or Louise - just past her shoulders - and she had the same piercing, blue eyes as her Mom. Her breasts were even more than he had thought, and her legs looked thicc and strong.

But his eyes were drawn to her pussy; he had never seen a real one, and gazed in wonder, his eyes unable to move away.

She had a fairly thick, blonde bush of hair just above the V of her groin and as she walked, he just caught a sliver of pink flesh between her legs. How he wished he was not tied down, but... who was he kidding? He was here, and tied down, BECAUSE of Bron!

"Bron! Oh, I am so glad it is You! Can you release me please? I don't know why I am here?

She reached the bed - to James' right-hand side - just as he finished speaking, and, facing the side of the bed, lifted her left knee onto the bed, swinging her body over so she was kneeling next to him. She moved her left leg up until her knee met his right armpit, then swung her right leg over his prone body.

"Bron?" James was becoming overwhelmed, and still she had not spoken since acknowledging he was awake. She looked down at his face, just up the bed from her knees, and smiled down at him.

"Please, Bron? What is happening?" She still did not reply.

Reaching behind herself, she felt around James' groin and found his hard penis. She leaned back a little more, and found his balls, and smiled broadly!

"Bron? You are frightening me...... AAAAIIIIIEEEEISIIIIIE" She squeezed his balls, VERY tightly, and twisted them in her hand. Her fingers wove between them and she clamped down again, bringing forth a further anguished cry from James.

"Tsk, Tsk, too noisy! She said, finally speaking. Belying someone of her size and weight, she sprung up on her knees and 'jumped' over James' outstretched arms, landing squarely on his chin, jamming his head down into the mattress with some force, her 200lbs weight being absorbed by his jaw. He could look up and see the undersides of her huge breasts jiggling about as she landed. She leaned forward a little to look down on him, and slid forward a few inches, her pubic hair tickling his nose, but, far more severely for James, her pussy covered his mouth and upper lip, her skin pressing tightly against his nose.

"Bye, Bye" she said, "Time for a little nap!"

He could hear the levity in her voice, as he realised,... he could not breathe! He flailed about as much as he could with his arms, and legs, but got nowhere and, he found out, it took his breath away quicker. He could see nothing but her stomach, and, looming over him, her incredible breasts, a position which, under different circumstances he would have loved to have been in.

She looked down over her breasts to watch as the light in his eyes disappeared, and he faded into unconsciousness.

'He will be so easy' she thought!

Bron reached to the little table on 'her' side of the bed - for this indeed was her bedroom - and poured some water into the glass on the tray, then took a drink.

She returned to sitting on James' chest and leaned forward over him refilling her mouth with the water, then leaned closer to him and let the water dribble from her mouth over his face. She took another drink, and repeated the action, causing James' eyes to open.

"What, what? He spluttered, 'Oh no! This wasn't a dream either!

Bron had needed to move to get the water, but now leaned forward, her breasts resting on his chest, her face just inches from his. She was smiling, but he sensed there was malice behind the eyes as she let the last of the water dribble from her mouth onto his face. He shook his head a little - the most he could move - trying to remove the droplets of water. She dropped forwards onto him, said "Remember last night......." and kissed his mouth, driving her tongue into his yielding mouth again.

Moving forward, Bron positioned her knees by James' ears and let her weight drop onto his face her 42-inch ass completely covering his head. He started to strain immediately, realising he would not last very long under her strong, heavy body. She just 'rode' his face as he tried to get any fresh air he could.

"You really are clueless? Aren't You?" she asked. She was certain he could hear her, but in his panic losing his breath, he probably did not notice what she said.

Another minute or so, and Bron was looking down at James' unconscious form again. She shook her head - she would need to tell him! He was clearly not getting the message!

Filling the glass again, this time almost to the top - Bron returned to her place on his chest. This time she just turned the glass over, allowing the whole contents to splash all over his face. That woke him up again!

"Bron.... Wahhh. OH, my head!!

She looked down at him, water all over his face and hair, but with his eyes screwed shut in pain.

"OHH, my head hurts! Bron, please!"

She looked down at him; he looked up at her!

He could see no pity in her eyes. They seemed to be sparkling with happiness? How could she be smiling when his head hurt so much?

"James! Listen to me! I had no idea you were so useless, and clueless about what to do with a naked girl - woman, I prefer. When a woman smothers you with her pussy, she is expecting you to start licking, trying to stimulate her, trying to make her feel good. That is your last clue!"

She moved forward over his shoulders once more and paused before lowering herself onto his face again. He could see her eyes because she was holding her breasts, kneading the soft flesh, obviously enjoying the feeling. James decided that he had better do as she said, but FUCK, his head hurt!

He sensed she was not pressing down so hard and stuck his tongue out.

It touched flesh! Her flesh! Her vagina!

He started moving it around, trying to just touch her somewhere. He had no idea what he was doing, or what would be enjoyable for her, so just moved his tongue about, trying to 'make it hard' as he had read in stories, and tried everything he could think of to get her appreciation.

He wished his head did not hurt so much, so that he could concentrate. He was still getting little air, but at least there was some now. He smoothed his tongue up her slit, trying to press between the labia, and found, totally by accident, her clit. "OOO" she jumped a little, then settled back down on him.

James had realised he needed to do everything he could, just to stop her from smothering him out again, and just kept doing something, keeping his tongue moving, even once flicking against her ass hole - purely by accident, of course. He suddenly remembered reading something about trying to 'write' the letters of the alphabet with his tongue. He was not sure how that would work, but he would try everything he could think of.

He could see Bron kneading her breasts, holding them, squeezing them; the large nipples growing now, almost half an inch long, and thicker than a cigarette. They were so wonderful and sexy, but why could they not belong to someone who would be nicer to him?

James kept on trying, doing everything he could, eliciting some little "ooo"s and "aahhh"s, and feeling his face getting wet. He thought he must be doing something good, but before he could think about anything else he could try, Bron started grinding on him, her weight driving his head deep into the mattress, his nose acting as a buffer she could use to stimulate her clit. He couldn't see her face anymore, but the sounds from her suggested she was enjoying the stimulus her body was undergoing.

Bron stopped dead still, then a little scream and James' face was covered in fluid as she squirted a load of her juices all over his face and hair. Some dripped onto his neck too and ran down onto the mattress. She took her seat on his face again and started to slowly grind on him again.

James was getting worried because his nose was filling with plenty of her girl cum and it was stopping him from breathing properly. He still gasped for any air he could as she slid back and forwards on his face, but he could sense he was slowly passing out again. The stars appeared and his eyes fluttered, then just before they closed in surrender again, she stopped and lifted off him.

James just lay gasping, trying to get his breathing under control, whilst trying to shake off the terrible headache he had.

Bron was just watching him, enjoying the spectacle of him struggling to breathe, his face red and slick with her juices. She smiled, looking directly into his eyes seeing his surrender to her dominance. Slipping two fingers into her vagina, Bron sat calmly on his chest, stimulating herself, showing James that she did not need him to get her off! The noises of juice slicking on her flesh as her fingers pistoned in and out of her pussy, would have been wonderful to James, had circumstances been different, but here he was and at least she seemed to have stopped trying to break his nose with her pubic bone!

Small mercies!

Bron was happy to get a nice orgasm from James' face and had realised he was trying to help her. Not good enough, she thought! He would have to get better, but she thought he would try really hard, if given the right motivation.

Talking about hard............

Bron slid herself off to his side and regarded him watching her. He had, sensibly, said nothing more! He just watched her, seeing what she was planning to do, and still considering how beautiful she looked; he could not imagine any better than her gigantic breasts.

She rolled over onto her left side and snuggled close into him. She pursed her lips, then leaned over to kiss him, tasting her juices on his lips. She adjusted herself a little, rolled on top of him, then moved up to smother him with her breasts. She knew he was looking at them, and with good reason! She knew they were what first attracted any man to her. This time though she was distracting him and limiting his air intake.

She had realised that his short height meant that she could reach his cock whilst smothering him at the same time. James had realised what she was going to do with her breasts and had taken a big breath of air to try to last through her smother........ but that was not her intention, primarily.

Her hand reached down and felt his hard cock, giving it a quick squeeze, then reached for her real target, his balls.

They were not excessively big, same as his cock, and she found they fitted just nicely into one of her hands.

And then she squeezed!... HARD!

A muffled scream emitted from James' mouth, but was met with a wall of flesh, reducing the volume of the scream to a normal speaking level. A quick twist back the other way, and another scream from James, again consumed by her breast flesh. She was enjoying this!

Bron was just staring into his eyes, the gateway to the soul, and could see the defeat and submission battling with the pain for which was the dominant sensation.

Her left arm was around his shoulders under his neck, her right hand brutalising his balls, her right leg over his body and her beautiful, bright-blue eyes sparkling!

James was trying very hard to breathe, but he was destined to lose when he realised just one breast was completely covering his mouth and nose.

First the darkness, followed by the stars, returned and James fell back into unconsciousness.

And it still wasn't even 9:00 am!

Bron rolled James' head onto its side, then left him there, drooling onto the sheets.

"Well, James! It has been fun but I need to go now. It is time for Breakfast!"