November 17th 2024.
Melissa had a request from one of her clients that left her feeling a bit silly. He wanted her to squash his face with her bottom while she wore lycra leggings. She stood tall and straddled him, facing his feet. She couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous as she began to squat, not stopping until her buttocks made contact with his nose.
Sitting there with her butt cheeks spread across his face, Melissa couldn't help but wish she had her phone to entertain herself. Instead, she had to watch the clock tick slowly on the wall in front of her. She always tried to make her clients happy, but this particular request from Norman was going to make for a long evening.
Norman had first mentioned his desire to Melissa through a message on X. He had collected every picture he could find of her ample backside from various social media platforms and adult websites. He would often comment obsessively on its "juicy meatiness". In one message, he wrote, "Look at the shape of that. The size, the texture! Could you wear these leggings and bounce on me? Then take them off after half an hour to reveal these pants..."
Melissa was used to dominating men for money, but squashing was not her forte. However, Norman was willing to pay her £200 per session and even throw in a complimentary beer and chips, so she couldn't turn him down. Although he was the only client to ever ask her to do it, Melissa knew he wasn't the only one with this particular kink. Squashing, which involves jumping or lying on someone to squash them, was shared by many men. Usually, plus-size women specialized in it, but Norman had a preference for tall and stocky women.
To be honest, Melissa wasn't a huge fan of squashing. It made her feel foolish, but as long as Norman was willing to pay, she was willing to do it. When they met at the pub for a pre-session meal, Norman, who was now in his fifties, opened up about how his fantasy began. As a child, he saw an article in his dad's paper about female wrestling and it became his first sexual awakening. He would often masturbate to the pictures and even kept the article under his mattress for years. Norman had been a small and shy kid who was bullied at school, often being thrown to the ground and attacked. As strange as it may sound, he had to find it erotic to get through it. He would even get aroused while being tortured by his bullies.
Melissa felt for him, but she was also glad that he had managed to turn his childhood misery into something sexual. It wasn't uncommon for men to eroticize their past experiences, and Melissa's clients often paid her to tell them they were useless, ugly losers with small penises. She wasn't surprised that Norman spent all of his disposable income on custom films featuring female wrestling and paying women to hurt him.
After their meal, they headed back to Melissa's place, where she changed into a tiny green thong, shiny green leggings, and a black t-shirt that resembled a wrestler's attire. Melissa was already looking forward to the end of the session.
Norman lay down on the carpeted floor, and Melissa half-heartedly restrained him with a velcro spreader bar. They didn't bother with a safe word, instead agreeing that he would tap her thigh if there was a problem. Facing away from him, Melissa could feel her thighs burning as she began to squat until she reached his face. She couldn't help but feel anxious about what might happen next. If she hurt him badly, it would be a disaster. Norman's nose had been broken multiple times before, and she didn't want to add to the damage.
Melissa knew that many of her friends, including Alora Lux, had taken part in Norman's fantasy before. She even showed her videos, and Melissa figured that if Alora, who was much smaller than her, could do it, she could too. She cautiously started to bounce up and down on his face, but after thirty seconds, Norman tapped her thigh, signaling for her to stop. Melissa peeled her sweaty, damp bum from his face, feeling worried that she had hurt him.
To her surprise, Norman said, "You're going to have to be much harder than that, I'm afraid. That was almost pleasant." Melissa gave it another go, but she found it difficult to hurt someone's face. She didn't even like slapping them, as it felt more personal than spanking. Despite being more vigorous in her bouncing, she still couldn't break his nose, which left her feeling ashamed. She did manage to leave some bruising around his eye socket and even slapped his penis with a ruler, another one of his requests.
When the hour was up, Melissa felt awkward and disappointed that she couldn't fulfill Norman's fantasy. They went back to the pub, where Melissa bought him a pint as a consolation. With her heels, Melissa stood at 6ft, while Norman was only 5ft 3 and looked even more bruised than before. People couldn't help but stare, and Melissa worried that someone might call the police. She asked Norman how his sessions usually ended, and he said that there was never an orgasm, just a lot of blood. He also mentioned that it was important for the woman to enjoy it too, which made Melissa feel even worse about her inability to please him.
Melissa asked Norman if he had ever confessed his desires to a girlfriend, but he admitted that he was too shy. He doubted that anyone would understand him, saying, "It would take a very special someone to understand, and I'm not sure she exists." Despite the disappointment of their session, Norman was still excited about his upcoming session with Alora, promising there would be blood.
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