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Under Her Thumb

... down. She doesn’t squat, like Ms. Pennington did. She lowers herself on all fours on top of my body instead and then sits her ass down. My face slides in between her ass cheeks, which are wet and slippery with sweat. ‘Don’t make that face. You trained him. It is only fair that I should hold you responsible for any shortcomings.’ ‘Yes, Ms. Saunders.’ With my face wedged into Ms. Saunders’ fat ass, I have trouble breathing. I dare not protest, though, as I don’t want to inflict any more punishment on Ms. Pennington, so I lie still. Leaning forward on her arms, Ms. Saunders lifts her ass and works herself to her feet, then squats down over my face again. She is now on hands and feet. ‘You, Peterson, spread my ass. I hate getting smeared.’ I wring my arms from between her legs and place my hands on her massive ass cheeks, spreading them slowly apart. Her puckered asshole is already pumping. She lowers her ass to an inch of my face. While she does so, a thick stream of mushy shit shoots out of her asshole. Luckily I am following the movement of her ass with my open mouth, remembering what Ms. Pennington taught me yesterday. A thick wad of soft shit splatters into my mouth and fills it to the brim. It is warm and fluid like porridge, so I can start swallowing it down without having to chew on it first. I’m halfway through the first wad when the next one comes flowing out of from her asshole, accompanied by a sputtering sound. I quickly open my mouth but can’t avoid that part of ...

... it splatters on my chin. The third and the fourth flow out in rapid succession and fill up the tight space between my face and the bottom of her ass. It’s official, Ms. Saunders just got shit-dipped. ‘Shit!!! I knew this would happen. Shit! Shit! Shit!’ I can imagine Ms. Pennington’s face now. I feel sorry for her. She worked really hard on me yesterday and I am letting her down. I gulp down the shit in my mouth as fast as I can and start lapping in the shit that accumulated on my face with my tongue. At least nothing has dripped to the floor, as far as I can tell. Shit keeps flowing from Ms. Saunders’ ass, but the stream is thinner and slower now and I manage to gulp it down immediately. When she is finished, Ms. Saunders gets to her feet, seeking support on the bidet. The bottom of her ass is smeared with a thin layer of brown mushy shit. She turns around and looks down at me, then at Ms. Pennington. ‘OK, we’ll talk about it later. Get to work and we’re out of here.’ I can see from the look on her face that Ms. Pennington has resigned to her fate. She drops to her knees behind Ms. Saunders and starts to lick up the shit with broad laps of her tongue. There is no hesitation, no grimace, she just works her tongue methodically over Ms. Saunders ass until it is pristine clean. Then she spreads it and dives into the soiled crack to continue the cleansing there. It takes her no more than two minutes to finish the job and not once does she complain. I have the distinct impression ...