The Party's in the Penthouse (for thesteedman - Esther, Eve, and Baroness)

[HotWheels]

This would have been so damn hot with a little less pressure. As it was, Esther suffered.

Looking up as best she could, the ensnared Aster did not think she could see anything resembling concern or even acknowledgement of her pleading in the dark beauty's eyes. No, no, while Esther could barely hear it with the woman's thick thighs covering her ears, she could see the movements that would indicate she was probably moaning. Okay, so she got off on squeezing people. Esther could understand that, because it felt good to her too. But even with Esther trying to tell her that the scissor was held too tight, the woman would not listen. "Uuuungh..." she moaned back, the sound much more pained than Steph's own, as her lavender eyes flicked around in concern. She pried a few more times at Steph's thighs, but knowing too well that she wouldn't get any relief, her fists just came to prop on the thighs trapping her. After the initial shock, she was taking the hold better since Steph wasn't crushing her completely. Maybe once Steph had her fun, she would let her go. Esther could take it for a bit, right?

But seconds turned into what must have been minutes, and Esther's face started to redden in the hold. After a few more moans of her just trying to withstand, partially because she thought she could and having those strong but smooth thighs around her head did feel pretty erotic through the pain, she decided to try asking Steph for some relief again. "Stuph, I nud a...bruk, pluse?" Trying to reinforce her point and please the beauty at the same time, she fondled both thighs and wiggled her fingers into the small scrimption of space she could find between the pale legs and her own cheeks.

Steph let her go. Esther breathed out, reaching up to place her palms on her cheeks to see how warm her face must have felt, and the ghost of a thanks went to form on her red-painted lips. But again swinging legs blocked her hands, and before Esther could do more than ask "W-wait!" in protest, Steph had spun around atop her and once again brought Esther's head into the sweet gap between her thighs. Esther's hands planted on the back of Steph's thighs as she felt the tell-tale signs of being wrapped in a figure-four when the woman's calf pressed against the back of her head, forcing Esther's lips against her ass.

Fuck. This would have been so hot. No, it still was. At least in the reverse with Steph lying on top of her, she didn't have her cheeks smashed together or Steph's weight pressing down. She just...could not breathe as well with the figure-four. But having her face wedged up against Steph's ass, watching the dark beauty's mostly bare back moving, and feeling those legs completely swallow her head in sweet, pale skin brought her much more pleasure than the last hold. When the southern beauty felt Steph's hand trailing her thigh and her dress lifting, she moaned in response, her body heating up all over again. "Mmmky..." she said, with the breath she could manage, as she lightly wiggled her lips free from Steph's ass. "Tha's a little better..."

Much better. As Steph started kissing her stomach, Esther fumbled around with one hand until she found the last gasp of Steph's zipper and loosened it, using both hands to pull the dress down and stare at Steph's gorgeous form in her lingerie. Maybe a little crazy, but hot. Getting so aroused, Esther started to feel light-headed in the scissorhold, but she eagerly and passionately kissed at Steph's ass and felt of her strong thighs, too drowsy off of lust and breathlessness to care otherwise.

But when she saw Steph reach back, her panic resumed. "No!", she cried, trying to reach up to grab Steph's hand, but as the woman grabbed her ankle and tightened the hold, forcing Esther's face deeper into her taut rear, the Aster could only hang on and send a soft, high-pitched moan through Steph's body as her head was crushed and breath taken. Her hands weakly pawed at Steph's ass while she felt herself fading.

What the hell had she gotten herself into?

[thesteedman]

Esther's complaints were white noise to the Baroness, who was slowly losing herself in the moment. Though to be certain, a few things did not go completely unnoticed. Esther was initial welcoming to the predicament she was in, and at one point almost encouraged it, as her hands began to roam over Baroness' rear, and go as far as to unzip her dress from the back, exposing her well defined figure from behind. It allowed for her dress to peel more away from her form, slowly exposing the Baroness' torso, as her dress began to hang from her waist akin to a skirt... though a mini one at that given that her legs remained bare and wrapped around Esther's head and neck in a unique figure four hold!

She continued to squeeze her, grunting... moaning... enjoying the sensation as she could feel her starved breath against her mostly exposed and perfectly formed rear. She pulled a little tighter on her ankle, wrapping up Esther all the more, as her other hand continued to tease at Esther's dress, rolling it up and exposing more of her alluring midriff. The Baroness softly groaned, kissing her bare stomach in slow and sensual ways, watching as each squeeze caused her abs to tense up and strain, giving the Baroness a display she longed for and took total advantage of with deeper and hungrier kisses. The Baroness tied the rolls up dress of Esther's, in an attempt to try and keep her midriff exposed, before she finally eased her scissor hold upon her.

The fact that Esther was moving less and less had not escaped her, and she did not want things to end too quickly, looking to show a little mercy for her prey. However, she smiled in a devious manner, tracing her fingers over Esther's stomach before she slowly raised herself upwards, coming to sit upon Esther's face with her perfect rear. Settling down upon her, the Baroness continued to trace and caress over Esther's stunning midriff, keeping herself parked upon Esther's beautiful features in a rear smother.
"Are you having fun yet?" The Baroness would whisper in her exotic yet devious French accent. She was aware Esther might struggle to reply, as she began to wiggle and settle down upon her face, smothering her a little deeper... but it never hurt to ask these things.

[HotWheels]

Esther was sure the feeling of the lights going out that seemed to fill her head while leggy pressure crushed her skull would end if she could just pull Steph's legs apart. In the same thought, she realized that she must have started going delusional from loss of air and adrenaline. But still, her hands strained to pull at Steph's ass, at her thighs, at her calves, at the hand that grasped the foot currently turning those gorgeous legs into Esther's prison cell. Veins bulged in her forearms and hands from the effort, but she didn't do anything but dimple the Frenchwoman's pretty skin.

As the seconds passed, logical worry over her breathless state turned into outright panic when she started feeling like blacking out, and the moans that she released into Steph's rear became more frantic. She was completely buried in this woman's beautiful body. The sensations of Steph's kisses were drowned out by her desire for some relief and the chance to breathe more than the fabric of Steph's dress and panties, and she just stared past the curves of her captor's ass towards the few lights in the room, just knowing that they were going to go out for her. Her brain simplified it for her. This was not the way this night was supposed to go, and with that thought, she felt and saw her own hands failing her as they fell weakly against Steph's sides.

All at once, the pressure came to an end. Esther, feeling like a drowning woman surfacing, tried to pull in a full breath, but darkness descended on her before she could get the air she wanted and needed. Her features disappeared into the curves of Steph's ass, and Esther could not see, could not turn her head, and more importantly, could not breathe.

Ten minutes ago, she would have swatted an old lady with a stick to get into this situation with that ass on her face. With her plight, though, all appreciation was lost. She screamed a muffled scream through her captor's body and tried to grab Steph by the panties to lift her off (as if that was going to happen). Her feet almost kicked holes in the couch as she struggled, nothing but her lavender hair visible. Much sooner than the scissorhold had weakened her, however, Esther's fight started to weaken. She had already lost enough easy breaths as it was; now, she had none, and Steph was only working her features deeper between her cheeks with each wiggle. It would have been heaven if not for its being hell.

[thesteedman]

The Baroness continued to marvel over Esther's exposed midriff, delicately tracing her hands over her bare stomach and enjoying every piece of definition and every curve of her well sculpted centre fold. She was so lost in her appreciation of her belly, that Baroness realised that Esther had stopped moving a little time ago. With an alluring giggle, she lifted herself up, allowing her prey to breath as she watched her chest rise and fall deeply, finally able to breath. Her timing was to perfection, as Esther remained conscious, if only barely.

"You do not have permission to pass out my dear Esther. You and I have all night together after all. This is only the beginning." The Baroness would whisper in a seductive manner, hoisting herself up slightly so she could gaze upon Esther's beautiful and angelic face. She let her hands roam over Esther's form, teasing over her barely covered breasts with one hand, purposely sliding her hand around the curves of those perfect orbs, all whilst her other hand continued to dance and tease over her midriff, sliding her hand lower down Esther's body, below her navel and just above the rim of her underwear.
"You have such a fine body. I shall enjoy you tonight..." The Baroness added, though it felt like she was talking more to herself than anyone else as she near purred in delight.

Her hips moved in hypnotic fashion, as she slowly began to get more into the moment. It was not long before she settled herself back down upon Esther's face, smothering her with her own perfectly formed rear, closing her off to the world. Her thighs pressed in against the sides of Esther's chest, near making her heaving chest burst from the dress. Baroness' hips moved as she settled deeper, no doubt committing Esther to darkness, whilst her thighs squeezed the sides of her chest a little tighter, testing her ribs endurance. All the way the Baroness slid down, kissing in a deep and sensual manner over Esther's bare midriff, as a low moan slipped from her lips.

Her rear seemed to tense up, showing Baroness' marvel of a figure. Her own underwear left little to the imagination, exposing much of her perfect rear as she kept herself parked over Esther's face, smothering her deeper, and deeper still. The Baroness enjoyed watching her form writhe, taking interest in her straining midriff, the way her bare legs and feet arched and writhed together whilst she struggled. It was perfection, and the Baroness could not help but moan in a little pleasure, biting her lower lip in a soft fashion, before she began to lean upwards, putting more emphasis on the rear smother upon Esther as more of her weight came down upon her.

[HotWheels]

What was happening? Esther still didn't know if she should consider Steph's attempts to rob her of breath just the woman having fun in a way that happened to come at the expense of the lavender-hair beauty's consciousness (because some people had this kind of kink) or if she had run into someone with a vendetta. That, "this is a great ass," and "I think I'm passing out" were the last three thoughts she had before a fever dream of the night started to pull her out-of-body. Her hands fell loosely against Steph's hips as she teetered on the edge of consciousness.

Just as she started to fade, she felt a sense of relief she could not quite place and moaned quietly right before noticing she could breathe. When she did, her head popped up like a woman surfacing after a deep dive, and she brought both hands to what she found was an extremely warm face. She must have been red as a beet, and a few tears had streamed down the sides of her face from the pressure and the smother. "Fuck!", she forced out in between breaths, even as a woman who didn't do much cursing. Her chest heaved with attempts to pull her body back up to speak with oxygen, but it had too much ground to make up in too little time.

Steph was saying something. Esther didn't catch much of it beyond their having all night and Steph "enjoying" her. Okay, maybe this just amounted to the foreign beauty's idea of fun. "That's great but..." She took several more breaths between that, having a harder time since Steph was still doing so much to stimulate her breasts and her stomach. The woman had her at some maddening point between frantically aroused and miserable. "...I would like to be... Steph- mmmmph!"

Watching Steph's rear descend again as she was speaking, she had tried to call the woman's name and push her hands up to stop her, but the woman weighed too much. She got swallowed in cheek again, and her first muffled sound was followed by a brief scream. If Steph wanted to keep her wedged in ass, she needed her breath rather than making noises of complaint. Having some of her breath back, the southern beauty actually enjoyed the first few seconds. The ass was about as perfect as she had seen and having the mostly bare skin swallowing her face turned Esther's body temperature up to an unbearable heat.

But Steph was also squeezing her chest between her legs to push more breath out of the southern beauty's lungs, and Esther, swallowed completely in sweet darkness as Steph sat back up and completely engulfed her, started tapping repeatedly on the woman's leg, her butt, the couch. Maybe that was the only signal she would heed.

[thesteedman]

The tap upon the leg of the Baroness did not go unnoticed by her. She managed a small smirk, aware of the signal, knowing that her little captive was at her limitation. It only made her settle down all the more, all but cutting off all her supply as well as blinding and deafening Esther to the world beyond the confines of the prison the French Tyrant had fashioned using her own body, specifically her perfectly formed rear. It remained this way despite the frantic tapping, at least for a minute longer. For the lavender haired stunner, it must have felt so much longer, and once more the Baroness could see her beginning to fade. Her body moved less and less, and she could witness and feel Esther's chest heaving.

Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, the Baroness relented her face sit smother from Esther, finally allowing her some much needed oxygen. The Baroness giggled in a sinister fashion, aware that her prey would be left coughing and spluttering, having nearly been suffocated. She was far from done with the Lavender beauty however. She admired her figure, licking her lips in a slow and delighted manner. By now Esther's midriff was left exposed, with the Baroness having rolled up her dress in an alarmingly neat fashion, trying the excess length behind Esther's back to make what almost looked like a tantalising beach like bikini top. With a near pur from her lips, the Baroness traced her finger from just below Esther's navel, up slowly before sliding her hand across the exposed part of her cleavage between the gap that was left in her rolled up dress.

Leaning down to kiss her on the stomach once, the Baroness soon slid in deft and fluid motion from Esther, coming to kneel on her knees flat on the massive couch that easily carried the two stunning women. Grasping at her top, the Baroness pulled Esther roughly up towards her, looking to put the two of them face to face, both on their knees in the centre of the massive modern couch. Esther's form clashed against the Baroness' roughly enough to snap her out of her coughing fit, before the Baroness docked her own bare stomach against Esther's. Her arms wrapped around her back, before the Baroness pressed her Lavender haired captive closer to her own marvellous form. A soft groan of pleasure slipped from the Baroness, feeling that amazing body of Esther's pressing against her own. The silver haired vixen began to close her arms tighter, pressing her breasts against Esther's, whilst grinding her midriff against her own.

"I wonder what sounds I can force from those beautiful lips of yours?..." The Baroness would whisper in a low and sinister fashion, seemingly more talking to herself than Esther... before those arms began to tighten around her, locking in a tight and gruelling bearhug!

[HotWheels]

When three taps turned into ten, her fingers smacking against Steph's ample hips and thighs more desperately until even Esther herself could hear the sound of it through the other woman's body, Esther decided that it was not a signal Steph would accept. Quickly those fingers turned to tugging, and she resisted the urge to whine, knowing that a whine would just make her state even more dire. This woman had technique. If Esther hadn't already been worried, drowsy, and completely sealed off from any hope for light or breath, she probably would have marveled even more at her porcelain, statuesque figure and loved that she knew what she was doing on top. As it was, that skill was only getting used against her, not to her benefit.

But her patience did her no good, since Steph was not letting her up, and as Esther started feeling light-headed again, her features scrunched perfectly between her host's cheeks, she started pulling on Steph's hips and underwear even as her fingers weakened and movements slowed. Of course, that was not getting her out, either. The only thing that did was Steph, and as Esther got that sinking feeling and started smacking her hands all over the beautiful woman's bare skin, she was let loose.

Again she sucked for air. At this point, her face had gone totally red and maybe even had a small indent from the seam of Steph's undies on her forehead, but she didn't care. She just wanted breath, and she shivered as she received it and Steph continued to tease her heated body. "Okay, hey, Steph," she coughed after a few seconds, her voice getting that full, rushed Southern twang. "I think we need an expectation talk here, because this...is totally what I'm into, but I think we need a timer or a signal or-oop!"

The woman just lifted Esther into position in front of her, and for a second, Esther thought they were going to go into full eating-faces action. That would be a nice reprieve from the smothering, so...sure. Though she was uncertain for a second as Steph pressed them closer together, the feeling of their entangled bodies got to her, and Esther wore a smile again as she leaned in to look for the other woman's lips and also brought her arms around the other woman's back.

The embrace tightened. Okay, fair. Then it tightened again. And again, and again. Esther groaned a little, thinking it just rough play and looking to smooch Steph on the neck, before she realized her ribs felt awful. She ended up with a grimace as she rested her chin on the other woman's shoulder, and her hands moved from an embrace to starting to push at her host's arms. "Steph! Gimme...a break! Not...literally!"

[thesteedman]

"You are speaking too much my dear. Why not relax and enjoy the moment... you said it yourself.. you are into this." The Baroness would whisper in a soft and alluring manner. It felt like it was the first time Stephanie was actually talking to her now. All before her whispers all seemed to be in quiet conversation with herself, not really responding to Esther's complaints until this moment. There was a dark yet captivating smile on the lips of the silver haired French beauty, as she continued to bearhug her Southern captive with little mercy. Her chest and washboard stomach grinded and pressed against Esther's own, as if trying to near absorb the woman's body into her own, longing for as much physical contact as possible.

She barely held back with her bearhug, her arms tightening around Esther's midriff in quite a brutal looking fashion, bringing the lavender haired stunner into a deep grind and embrace. By now, the two were on their knees upon the couch, as Baroness' thighs brushed up to Esther's own whilst she continued to give her a deepening embrace.
"Ohh... I will be giving you a break, but it is too soon for that just yet." The Baroness teased, before giving a tighter squeeze to her prey. She looked to try and force a moan from her, longing to feel her try to struggle free. The Baroness found herself slowly becoming more lost in the moment. Bearhugging Esther like this, feeling her bare midriff against her own as it strained and tried to endure was becoming quite the turn on for the French tyrant of a woman. It was all made better by how amazing her body was, and how Esther possessed such beauty. It was intoxicating to watch her writhe and struggle for air.

"How about I make it a little better for you?" The Baroness whispered, edging her face closer towards Esthers. She would give her a brutal crush around her waist, looking to drive her body deeper against her own. Her intent was to try and force a moan from her captive, a long and sexy moan that would part Esther's lips enough for the Baroness to move her own in. She looked to take Esther's lips with her own, looking to slip a deep and passionate kiss upon her squeezed victim, letting her tongue slid in smoothly to take and tease against Esther's own, all whilst she kept her bearhug going against the alluring beauty.

[HotWheels]

Esther would have loved to come up with a retort in kind to Steph's comment, to say that she surely loved this sort of stuff when she could breathe. Or relax her muscles...ever. Or take charge here and there. Or avoid the feeling of soon-to-crack ribs. But since she was suffering from most of those ailments in Steph's bearhug, she couldn't put the energy into saying that. She just continued to slump against the overeager lover's shoulder, caught between trying to fight and...what else? She had to fight or she was going to snap in half. But would fighting even get her anywhere or help? This woman could squeeze like a python.

In the throes of the grittiest groan her body could muster, Esther tried the fighting back. One of her strong hands went to Steph's arms and shoulders, and she pushed. Already tired from the smothering and scissoring, it felt like she was pushing against a stone slab. After a few seconds, Esther had to give up again to try to tolerate the pain in her chest, but she tried again a few seconds later. This time, she palmed Steph's head again, but when the French beauty started powering against her ribs again, Esther faltered. At this point, she was sure her breasts were probably going to bruise and her back and sides had to have red indents in them from the pressure of the squeeze.

Steph wanted to make it better. At this point, that didn't sound legitimate, so Esther didn't respond or ask for it to be true. No, she just gave Steph exactly what she wanted in the form of a heavy moan, and before she could close her red lips again, she was caught in a kiss. "Mmm!"

Boy, would that have been fun before all this pain. As it was, Esther was just a passive participant in the kiss without having a chance to enjoy any of it over the pain in her torso: pain that had her feeling faint again.

Okay, this couldn't just go on. She could only take so much before she had to turn what felt like a fight for dominance into an actual fight. With that in mind, Esther tried to push both of her hands under Steph's chin and force her back with a hard shove. It was all she could think of short of punching...and the too-naive Southerner didn't want to turn to that.

[thesteedman]

The Baroness giggled in a sadistic yet sultry manner when Esther began to push against her chin, trying to separate their bare midriffs which continued to mesh and grind together from the deepening bearhug. It was all too little too late at this point, as the Baroness shivered, enjoying a good struggle from her prey as Esther began to realise there would be no visible end to this torture. Baroness arched as Esther pushed hard, but having been subjected to so many squeezing and suffocating holds, there was little strength of consequence to her actions. All it did was spur the Baroness on all the more. Forcing herself back into Esther, the silver haired French tyrant decided to reward her guest with a long and gruelling squeeze... this time she wanted to hear her moan again, knowing her little prey was no doubt exhausted and near defenceless.

To feel her bare stomach strain and tense against her own made the Baroness visibly shiver in delight, enjoying the feel of the lilac beauty's exquisite form against her own. Their chests pressed near flat together, as the Baroness could not take her gaze off the beauty.
"Oh... are you trying to fight me? That is not very nice is it? After I invited you into one of my apartments." The Baroness whispered, edging closer to Esther as she did so. The conditions were perfect... her prey was in a state of undress; no one was around to witness what was going on. Esther could no doubt report Stephanie... but it would be her word against her own, and noone knew where Esther was right now.

Licking her lips, the Baroness would lie backwards against the couch, bringing Esther with her, before wrapping those ever dangerous and stunning legs around her waist for a deep bodyscissors. The manner in which the Baroness squeezed was unique, not straightening her legs, but instead making something of a closing coil that squeezed in on all sides of Esther's alluring frame. Such was her strength; even this unique scissor hold was devastating, putting immense pressure upon Esther's lower spine, sides and front. The Baroness moaned, finally having Esther where she wanted. She released her bearhug upon her mid back, but instead wrapped her arms around Esther's neck, bringing her into a very intimate frontal sleeper hold.

"Despite this... I will let you stay the night... it is a little cold out there tonight, and I think perhaps you had just a little bit too much to drink. My bed is yours.. when you are ready for it that is." The Baroness teased in a whisper, before she began to softly kiss upon Esther's lips once more, squeezing tighter... and tighter around her body and neck.