The Gauntlet Ch. 09 - Sex Stories

The Gauntlet Ch. 09

... little body stretched across the length of her ivory throne, my head above the left tusk and my feet over the right.

She placed one hand steady on my neck and the other down the crease in Goddess Maddie's pants, tugging out my tiny penis and balls, sitting semi-hard within her grasp but growing as she touched it. She giggled gloriously at that, and my natural blush burned through my makeup.

When her pretty laughter subsided, she grinned down at me and said with strong seriousness, "We all must make sacrifices in this world. I, my womb and ass, and all my thickness, towards their bodies and your eyes. You, all penetration and the male ego this cruel world burned into you from birth, so we can become something better than all of that nonsense. Do you understand me, slave?"

"Yes, Goddess Mikhaila," I said, nodding, my lack of manhood still within her pretty grasp. All had been clarified to me.

She compressed my little boner into the tiny silver cage, flattening it down into an imprisonment of safety. She turned the key into the lock and left it round her own neck. "We have symbolized this sacrifice now, my little pet," Goddess Mikhaila spoke down to me so beautifully.

I was pulsing as hard as I could into the metallic cage, but still I gratefully said, "Thank you, Goddess Mikhaila," my face still nestled into her maternal, milky breasts.

"You're welcome," she giggled at me so sweetly. Her tongue slithered towards me to darkly breathe, "Get back on the floor, ...

... little bitch."

"Okay, Goddess," I smiled with her as I crawled back onto my knees. This next glorious display set my entire body ablaze. Goddess Mikhaila stood and reached beyond the confines of her blue leggings, holding her pussy for a moment before lifting her white shirt up and over her head and throwing it down to the floor beside her throne. The sexy fat of her belly rippled up and down as all that luscious pale flesh was revealed to my deserving eyes. Her nipples were big, circular and sweet to the taste, I imagined. Pierced with golden bars, I felt life in the light of those bouncy, bulbous globes of power.

Next came down her blue leggings, the fat of her wide ass bouncing up and out of them as she moved. A pure and pale, round and massive hump of power behind two gorgeously thick thighs that could swallow me whole, revealed to me sweetly. Her fat pussy was still hidden behind a bright red thong, its strings wrapped taut up and around the thickness of her waistline.

After she stepped closer to me, black phallus in hand, I inhaled her lusty scent. Sweet and wet, it was, more than I could ever have imagined. Enhanced by my adoration and lust, she grinned down at me and pulled my chin forth so I could kiss the wetness seeping out of her pussy through the thin fabric of her thong.

This beauty was something I treasured beyond lust, beyond "fetishes", quote-unquote, beyond simply "getting off." We had formed an ideology together, a shared feeling and vision and ...