As Lady Nora and Madame Marissa sat at their vanity table, sipping champagne and admiring themselves in the mirror, they came up with a wicked idea. They decided to engage in a little friendly competition to see who could leave the most memorable mark on their loser's face. Both ladies wore their tightest pair of jeans, with the hardest seams and sat down on the loser's face, letting their ample bottoms smother him.
Madame Marissa grinned maliciously as she pressed her curvy behind against the man's mouth, feeling the hard seams of her jeans dig into his skin. She looked over at Lady Nora to see the imprints on her face from the seams. It was clear that she had been sitting on the loser's face for a while as well.
The women eyed one another menacingly, their eyes sparkling with mischief. Then they began to discuss the best way to torment their poor victim. They agreed that sitting in different positions would make for an interesting comparison. Marissa leaned forward and ran her hand over her thigh, feeling the rough texture of the fabric against her skin. "I think we should experiment with different positions," she purred.
Lady Nora nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, let's see which one produces the most pronounced imprint." They both giggled evilly as they considered their options. In the end, they decided to take turns sitting on their victim's face, varying their positions to see which gave them the best results.
Marissa switched things up by farting into her hand and then pressing that against his face, passing the smell to him. She giggled cruelly as he helplessly attempted to breathe through the overwhelming stench. "Oh, I think I've found a new way to add some fun to this competition," she chuckled.
Lady Nora, on the other hand, preferred more traditional methods. She enjoyed watching his face turn red from the friction of her seams rubbing against his cheeks. She smirked as she considered how much pain he must be in from her choice of position: sitting squarely on his nose.
After a while, however, they both became annoyed by his whining and his attempts to turn his head sideways. Marissa reached over and snatched up the smother box they used to keep their victim immobilized during their sessions. She locked it into place around his head, ensuring that there was no way for him to escape their asses anymore.
The two ladies took turns riding their victim's face, getting lost in the pleasure of feeling their fat asses supported by his nose. As the session dragged on, they could see the imprints on his face becoming more pronounced. They couldn't wait to see the final results when it was time to compare their handiwork.
Finally, they decided it was time to call it quits. With one last satanic grin, Marissa unlocked the smother box and removed it from his face. The relieved man gasped for air as soon as it was released. His face was covered in red marks, with clear imprints of the seams on his cheeks.
Madame Marissa and Lady Nora walked over to the mirror and compared their handiwork. Both women were impressed by the results. After a few moments of admiration, they came to their conclusion. "I think this is a tie," they said, chuckling evilly. "Your marks are just as impressive as mine." They both leaned forward and gave him a parting kiss on his cheek, leaving their lipstick imprint behind as a final reminder of their dominance.
