Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 5 - We Must Not Allow A Femdom Gap - Sex Stories

Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 5 - We Must Not Allow A Femdom Gap

... leather. She lifted up the bottom of her silky dress and her bulbous mound of giggling flesh slowly blotted out his vision like the dark moon of a solar eclipse.

Within seconds his face was enveloped in gelatinous ass and her weight shifted down on him until it felt like his head was going to burst. She wiggled her hips from side to side, pressing him down with her bulk firmly into the warm leather that had previously cradled her incredible girth.

“Start licking, bitch!” she yelled as she swatted at his sides. Markus could barely hear her words below the mountain of blubber. He obeyed instantly, lest one of her stinging palms find a more tender spot to encourage him.

He worked his tongue up and down her crack, his hot breath blowing across her flesh as he bathed her ass in warm saliva. Markus had eaten booty before, but never one this massive. Never one that was so giant and all-consuming that he was bathed in darkness as his tongue wormed its way through her cheeks. Never one so fat that his tongue could barely touch the vinyl thong wedged deeply in her crack.

His lipstick had already worn off while pouring affection onto the first two women's feet. Now his mascara, blush, and the rest of his cosmetics were running as he labored away under her shelf of an ass.

He inhaled what precious air he could get through the tiny split in her enormous, clamped cheeks. He continued slurping away, hoping she'd dismiss him before he passed out. Markus bolstered himself ...

... and began to kiss and lick with vigor. He hadn't come this far to have it end in failure.

After a few more minutes of servicing her crushing folds, the giant woman's ass cheeks slurched off his face as she shuffled to the side of the booth. Markus gulped at the air like a goldfish out of water and gasped in relief. The three women all glared down at him with looks of disgust as they began to exit the booth.

“You SUCK, purple!”

“Seriously, get some skills.”

“C'mon, girls! Let's go find some club maids.”

The leash was unclipped from his collar and the three haughty, super sized Dommes squeezed out of the circular booth. Their latex, leather and silk garments squelched, meshed and rippled against the leather seating until they'd extracted their hefty curves from its luscious grip.

The trio waddled off, chatting among themselves and leaving Markus in an exhausted daze. His body was drained and his makeup was ruined, but at least he'd survived the encounter. Once he recovered his strength, he'd head to the bathroom and fix his face before getting himself a stiff drink.

* * * * *

Darius hummed to himself as he emptied the dryer. It had been a peaceful weekend and the apartment was full of music as he went about his chores. He was on schedule, so far. Just a few more tasks and he could get started on dinner.

When the dryer was empty, he lifted the basket and exited the washroom into the hallway. He proceeded into the living room, his heels clicking on the ...