Melissa’s client was desperate for her to squash his face with her bottom in lyrca leggings
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Standing straight, I straddle my client, my body facing his feet. Then I do something that quite frankly makes me feel a bit of an idiot: I begin to squat – and don’t stop until my buttocks firmly hit his nose.
As I sit there, my butt cheeks splayed across his face, I secretly wish I had my phone to play on rather than watch the clock slowly tick on the wall in front of me.
I always try to make my clients happy, but I knew when Norman asked me to break his nose by bouncing my bottom on it, it was going to be a long evening.
He first told me about his desire via a message on X.
Norman had collected every picture of my ass he could find – and reader, there are many – from Instagram, X, Onlyfans and assorted porn sites, and loved to comment obsessively on its juicy meatiness.
‘Look at the shape of that’, he wrote in one message.‘The size, the texture! Could you wear these leggings to bounce on me? Then take those leggings off after half an hour to reveal these pants….
Melissa Todd is used to dominating men for money but squashing isn’t her forte (Picture: Natasha Pszenicki)
‘Please, please?’ he begged.
Glancing at the pictures he’d unearthed, which included a thong I hadn’t seen for about 12 years, I fired back a reply: ‘Sure, Norman, whatever. That or something like it. Name the day.’
Although he’s the only client to ever ask me to do it, I know he’s not the only one to possess this kink. The act of squashing, which simply involves jumping or lying on someone in order to, well, squash them, is shared by a fair few men. Often plus size women specialise in it, but Norman prefers tall and stocky women.
I’ll be honest though, it’s not something I am a huge fan of as it makes me feel like a bit of a fool. However, if Norman is happy to pay £200 a session for it – and throw in a complimentary beer and chips – who am I to turn him down?
When we meet in the pub for our pre-session grub, Norman, who is now in his fifties, tells me that his fantasy began when he was a child and saw an article in his dad’s paper about female wrestling. The sight of the women in fishnets, their thighs wrapped round each other’s throats as they half strangled each other, became his first sexual awakening.
‘I started masturbating furiously to those pictures,’ he tells me over our chips. ‘Cut out the article and kept it under my mattress for years. I remember the nylon carpet chafing my cock as I lay on the living room floor, my face so close to the pictures I could smell the ink.’
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Source:: Metro