Nora and I were in the middle of an intense conversation about our weekend plans when we noticed a man who seemed to be struggling with something. He kept trying to catch our attention but we were too engrossed in our conversation. As we spoke, we didn't realize that we were slowly moving towards him until our hips were right next to his face. We both looked down and saw his eager expression and panting breaths as he watched us.
"Did you see that?" Nora asked with a raised eyebrow, "Looks like we have a volunteer here."
I chuckled and nodded in agreement. We both stood up and shimmied out of our tight dresses, revealing our lingerie-clad bodies underneath. With a wicked smile, Nora sat down on the man's face and muffled a loud moan of pleasure. She put all her weight on him, pushing him into the ground and smothering him with her voluptuous ass.
"You like this, don't you?" she purred, feeling his hot breath against her crotch. "You're happy to be our seat pad, aren't you?"
He nodded frantically, not daring to speak with her massive ass cheeks pressing down on his face. She shifted slightly, grinding her hips against his nose and mouth, and I felt a twinge of jealousy. I wanted to be on top too.
"Your turn," Nora said, pushing me down onto the man's chest. His arms flailed as he tried to support my weight, but I didn't care. I leaned over, feeling his hot breath on my skin and the warmth of his body beneath me. I sat down on his face, feeling his lips and tongue struggle to keep up with the rhythm of my hips. It was intoxicating, knowing that this man thought I was so beautiful that he would do anything to be beneath me.
We took turns sitting on him, one of us on his face and the other on his chest, laughing and chatting as if he wasn't even there. We didn't even acknowledge his moans or pleas for air. We were too busy enjoying the power trip that we were giving him. Occasionally, we'd even sit side-by-side, our thighs intertwined as we watched television or checked our phones. He would wriggle and squirm, trying to get some relief, but we ignored him completely.
"Do you like being our seat pad?" Nora asked, playfully slapping his chest with her hand. He shook his head in response, but I could see the excitement in his eyes.
"You know you love it," I said with a smirk, feeling his tongue slide across my panties. "You won't find another pair of asses like ours anywhere else."
Time seemed to stand still as we continued to ignore his suffering under our beautiful bodies. We were living our best lives, completely oblivious to the man beneath us. His cries grew louder and more desperate as we ignored him and continued to use him like a piece of furniture. Eventually, exhaustion crept into our minds, and we decided to let him up.
As we stood up, I couldn't help but notice the way his cock was straining against his pants, the evidence of his arousal. We tried not to laugh at his pathetic state, but it was hard not to.
"It looks like you enjoyed that," I said, glancing down at him.
"Yeah..." he muttered, looking up at us with a pitiful expression.
"Maybe next time, you should just stay under our asses," Nora said, walking away with a wink.
And with that, our session was over. We walked off, leaving the broken man behind us, grateful that his services were no longer needed. But as we walked away, I couldn't shake the feeling that the look in his eyes spoke of a request for more. We may have ignored him, but he still couldn't resist the temptation of our perfect bodies.
