A Random Face Sitting Session With A Stranger

How It All Began

It was a typical Tuesday afternoon. Me, bored out of my mind, scrolling through my phone at a corner table in some overpriced hipster coffee shop. I put on a tight black dress that hugged every curve, crossed my legs high to show off just enough thigh to make men stare but not enough to be called trashy. Let’s just say the outfit didn’t make me assume I would be having a face sitting session.

That’s when I knew someone was watching me. Not the usual quick look, but a burning sort of attention. I looked up and there he was, tall and dark-haired, with hands that looked like they knew how to hold tight on to things. He came over without hesitation and sat down with his espresso. “You’re pretty. I had to come and say something.” I grinned as I looked at his chest, imagining what it would feel like to have that voice whispering filth in my ear during a particularly intense round of face-sitting.

The Offer That Made Me Throb

This made me think of my panty boy. The panty-sniffing pervert. “Pretty girls like you should be treated. He leaned in close enough to smell his cologne, some expensive, masculine scent. He slid a credit card across the table, eyes dark and hungry. I’ll pay you for your time. I just need to taste you. Your cunt. Your ass. I wanna bury my tongue in both holes till you’re dripping down my chin. The boldness made my thighs involuntarily press together. I thought about his proposal, panty dampening, and fabric sticking to my slit. “How much?”

I said, my voice rougher than I wanted it to be. He told me a figure that made my eyebrows shoot up—enough to pay my rent for two months. I leaned back, spread my legs a bit under the table, let him get a peek at what he was paying for. “Deal,” I whispered, and in ten minutes we were walking towards the bathroom together, my heart pounding with the filthy anticipation of having a complete stranger’s tongue buried deep in my wet, hungry cunt. I had been nursing a face sitting fantasy for months, and now it was about to come true.

Submissive Face Sitting

The bathroom was small, tiled, and smelled of cheap air freshener, but none of that mattered when he locked the door behind us. He dropped to his knees without a word, his hands going straight to my waist, pulling up my dress. I wasn’t wearing any panties. I knew this was going to happen somehow. “Fuck,” he moaned, eyes glued to my exposed pussy, already slick and glistening in the fluorescent lights. He buried his face between my thighs, licked flat and wet from my clit all the way down to my asshole.

I choked and grabbed his hair as he ate me like a starving man, slurping, sucking, and moaning into my flesh like my cunt was the finest meal he’d ever had. He pulled my cheeks apart with his thumbs and stuffed his tongue in my ass.

That thick muscle forced its way through my tight ring with filthy intent. “Eat it,” I breathed, grinding my hips into his face. Eat each hole with intention. And that he did. He licked my pussy until my knees buckled, then dove back into my ass, his nose against my clit, his tongue fucking me deeper. The raw, transactional filth of it all. The way a handsome stranger had paid good money just to have his face buried between my thighs. All the time I kept thinking how good this was. I climbed up on the sink and pulled him up, ready for the next step, the sitting on the face position move.

Face Sitting Orgasm

I hooked my legs around his head, jamming his face right up against my cunt, and sank down onto his tongue. This was what I really wanted. His mouth, with the full weight of my body on it. My clit grinding on his nose. His tongue goes up inside me as if it belonged there. “Lick,” I ordered, riding his face in slow, deliberate circles. His hands were gripping my ass, squeezing and spreading, and I could feel his muffled moans vibrate through my clit. It was intoxicating, knowing that I was in charge of this man who had walked into a coffee shop and purchased access to my body. I fucked his face harder, my wetness coating his chin and his cheeks, dripping down onto his shirt.

His tongue flicked inside me, finding that sweet spot that made my vision blur, and I came hard, my thighs clamping around his head as I soaked his mouth in waves of hot, salty release. He swallowed everything; his eyes rolled back in his head like he was in heaven. Finally, I got down, my legs shaking, and he was grinning like a man who’d just won the lottery. “That’ll be the best money I ever spent,” he said, wiping my cum off his lips with the back of his hand. Later that night, he texted me and asked if I did dirty talk phone sex, and I sent him a voice memo that made him hard enough to call in sick the next day.

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