A Facesitting Story From A Facesitting Fantasy

About a month ago, I moved places, landing myself an apartment in the South Australian capital – Adelaide. I’ve always lived in the bush but for once, I was ready to move on to bigger and better things. Adelaide only has a population of about 1 million people, but when you consider the fact that the towns I’m used to staying in rarely get bigger than 1 thousand, I hope you can appreciate just how amazing it was to have so many people around me. Anyway, I landed myself a 12 month contract with a mining company and had to relocate as a result. The place I moved to was in the middle of the city and was arguably the highest class establishment in the CBD. I’ve never really cared about money, so the rent meant very little in the grand scheme of things.

I got my place just how I wanted it and kept to myself. On one particular Sunday morning at about 3 a.m., I was getting ready to go for my early morning run. I heard a noise outside my apartment and went to investigate. I was initially worried that someone was trying to break in, but upon opening the door I realized someone was rustling with some keys and trying to put them into my lock.

“Can I help you?” – I was rather inquisitive, but the fact that the unidentified person was a small female, didn’t feel very threatened.

She looked up at me – a beautiful, youthful Asian girl with perfect skin and a set of large, wide eyes. She smiled as she saw my face and laughed.

“Sorry! Dark hallway. Hard to see which is mine.” – Her English was understandable, but there was no denying that this gorgeous Eastern lady had spent a large bulk of her life in Asia. We spoke for a little and exchanged names – turns out she lived next door, and wanted to introduce herself to me properly after getting a good night’s sleep. I invited her over for dinner at 6 p.m. and she accepted.

So anyway, 5 p.m. rolls around and I do my best to look the part without going too over the top. Casual clothes, but a freshly shaven beard and a good shower beforehand. I also grabbed us some takeaway food from the Chinese place across the road. There was a brief moment when I considered that it might be insulting to buy special fried rice and dumplings for someone who isn’t Chinese, but then I remembered just how good it tasted and was convinced no one could ever be offended when they try some.

She knocked on the door about 5 minutes before 6:00 and I let her in. The beauty of this Asian goddess is unexplainable. It’s like she’s straight from a Bond movie or something: perfect hair, great skin, grace when walking and of course, an all-in-one flowery dress that fit snugly around her tight, petite frame.

We ate food and talked openly about life. She explained to me that her father was a wealthy real estate investor in Shanghai and as such, he’s paying for her to study commerce in Australia. I was fascinated by her story: she lived a lavish life, and almost always got what she wanted.

Now, I’m not the type of guy that can just get any girl that he wants, and I’m certainly not arrogant when it comes to defining myself, but the body language she put forward was strong and unquestionable: she wanted to get off, and she wanted me to help her.

We talked about both being single and she professed that her last partner couldn’t handle the type of sex she was into. I pushed further, and she talked about something called ‘facesitting’. Now I’ve read a few things here and there about the sexual practice and I think I once accidently downloaded a facesitting story, but I feigned ignorance to open up a possible pathway to getting serious. It was a bit of a gamble, but paid off perfectly.

“Uhh, I can show you! You want?” – She giggled hesitantly in the half-joking, half-serious way people do when making a suggestion for something they really want but being too embarrassed to admit it outright.

Of course, I accepted. I loved pleasing women, and if the way she got off was by treating me as a cunnilingus ragdoll, I was fine with that.

I jumped onto my bed and looked at the Asian beauty: as she approached, I awaited the removal of her underwear. I must admit that it came as a slight surprise when she lifted up her dress to show a perfectly groomed pubic region with no underwear to interrupt the action. I was amazed that the girl next door was that keen for sexual interaction that she came over without wearing panties. It wasn’t an issue, but it turned me on something chronic.

Soon enough, the Oriental beauty jumped up onto my face and allowed my tongue to rest on her clit. The moans and groans she let out as I lapped her most sensitive region were characteristically Asian. I don’t mind Eastern pornography, and love the way they react when being pleasured.

Soon enough, my hair was being grabbed onto and her crotch rammed deep into my face as she rocked back and forth. Bear in mind that I had absolutely no visual input during this whole affair: that pretty flower dress was now over my eyes and keeping me in the dark (literally).

She pounded away at my face, letting me know just how much she was enjoying the aspect of being in charge. I let her use and abuse me in whatever fashion she wanted, and every element of the action was just as she desired it to be.

I was her passive, submissive slave, and I loved it. While I was in the moment of contemplation, with my mouth gasping for air and nose begging to be unsquashed, she released a stream of juice into my mouth as her eyes widened and grip tightened. My next door Asian neighbor had just given me all I needed to produce this facesitting story, and I loved every second of my submissive femdom experience.

By Dominatrix Draven