…Linda said “why don’t you sit on him too?” to Carol, who then sat astride my stomach. With the two of them on me I was well and truly pinned. Linda slowly edged further up my chest until she was astride my throat, just an inch or two from my chin, her skirt had ridden up and I could see her black cotton panties looming up very close. “What would you do if I got off your chest?” she said, I had an inkling that she meant that she would sit on my face, but kind of assumed that she meant get off me completely – “I’d get up and go” I said, with that she moved forward so her panties were up against my chin “I’m off your chest now”, she looked down at me giggling, Carol moved forward up onto my chest just behind Linda and looked over Linda’s shoulder down into my face. “What would you do if I got off your neck now”, Linda asked again, “you wouldn’t” I said, knowing now that she meant that she’d sit on my face. With that she moved forward again and sat with her black panties over my mouth and my nose pushed into the soft cotton at the front. I struggled but was powerless to do anything with these two firmly pinning me down, I could smell her girly aroma and was absolutely helpless! After a while I gave up struggling as I was exhausted and new it was futile. “Ahhh, look at him under there, are you comfortable down there, do you like smelling my knickers…” they teased me relentlessly. “Would you like a go?” Linda asked Carol, “Yes” came the reply, “okay, I’ll move up and you move up, then I’ll get off him and come around and sit on his belly”. With military precision they executed this task despite my struggles. I now had Carol sitting high up on my chest, with my arms pinned to my sides by Linda who was sitting astride my belly. “Ahhh, you poor thing” said Carol as she shuffled further up my chest, revealing her white cotton panties which came to rest against my chin. “Want me to get off your neck do you?” she said, I nodded with some difficulty, “okay, how about this” she said as she moved forward to bury my face in her panties with just my eyes free to look up at her. Linda moved up astride my chest so she could look around Carol and down into my eyes. They laughed, tickled me, teased me relentlessly. Carol was a little heavier than Linda and my face was really buried under her white panties, which like Lindas emanated a girly aroma and were slightly damp. The girls continued with this treatment, occasionally swapping positions, for about two hours. They knew… – Peter’s Facesitting Stories (Female Boss Erotica)