An unfortunate position
Anime, Cartoon, and Video Game Femdom
chapter 15
by
StrangeServal
You get on your knees in front of the cash drawer and think about another way to act as a stool. Maybe you could roll back and have her sit on your legs, that seems uncomfortable her though. You could lean forward and she could sit on your shoulders. That seems right-
Your thoughts are broken as a familiar purple clad ass fills your view and pushes back right into your face. As Wiz lowers herself your head tilts back and her bubbly cheeks cling to your cheeks, sliding by. She plops down unceremoniously and uncaring, her weight baring down on your neck. Your nose is smushed against her thin purple dress.
It was summer, so she needed something breathable and thin as to not sweat. Your nose found its place, pressed flat in her crack. Her ass didn't smell unpleasant. A hint of her lavender perfume filled your nose, though the pressure made it difficult to breath. There was also a definite musky scent. Nothing terrible, a mature aroma. Her ass against your face cooled you down a bit, but as your warm breath got trapped with you, it quickly got humid and warm.
She pulled a small lockbox from beneath the counter and opened it, revealing the day's meager earnings—a handful of eris coins and a few slightly larger bills. She began to sort them into neat piles on her lap.
For a few minutes, it was bearable. The pressure was on your neck and not your back giving you some relief. But as shifted and wiggled herself in place, your neck started to hurt to.
Your vision was a universe of dark, purple fabric. You could feel the individual curves of her body molding to the front of your face, the hard counter of the countertop behind her adding to the inescapable pressure. The faint jingle of coins was muffled, distant. The only clear sounds were the rustle of her clothes as she moved and the soft, absent-minded hum she made reverberating through her body.
"Let's see... fifty... one hundred... two hundred..." Her voice was a vibration you felt more than heard, rumbling through her body and into yours.