"Excellent." Alice says as she stopped moving her legs. "The trance should wear off once I take these stocking off. But first, go put your stuff in the closet and then let me sit on your face."
As you carried your things to the closet, a very small part of your brain was stunned by the incredulity of what had been asked of you. The rest of your brain of course thought nothing of it, that this was as natural as the first request.
Alice was watching you with some uncertainty as she pulled a visitor cot from under her bed, but when you laid down on the cot and looked to her for what was to happen next she shrilled with glee. Then she caught herself, and quickly poked her head out the door to see if anyone was paying attention. For good measure Alice closed the door then walked back to the bed. She still looked slightly uncertain as she said, "Just to make sure, what are your expectations over the next while?"
With no real feeling intoned in the statement you reply, "I'm to allow you to sit on my face."
Alice grinned and twirled around as if trying to figure out the best course of action. She jumped over to the tv and switched it on to her dvd player input and put in one of her discs, then came back to the bed and stepped up so a foot was on either side of your head. Under Alice's short purple skirt and above the stockings, you could see that she was wearing loose, pink, cotton panties. She knelt on the bed straddling your chest and looked back as she flipped her skirt over your head and settled on your face as if it were her throne.
It was tentative at first because although she had this idea running through her head for a while now, this was the first time she'd been able to put it into practice. Alice wriggled around a bit as she settled in for the movie. "My friends are never going to believe this! Patrick, it's so nice of you to revel in my smells as I get a comfortable place to watch my movie." Your nose was pressed right in her forbidden crevice with only some cotton to separate you. Once again, part of your brain was aware of the smell and the humiliating situation, but most of your thought process simply didn't care.
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