Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 3 - Deviated Prevert - Sex Stories

Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 3 - Deviated Prevert

... could've had so much fun.”

Darius emitted a nervous laugh, trying his best to keep up with her as she hurried him back to her seat.

Within seconds they'd closed in on a table with a wide semi-circle of leather upholstered seating around it. The shiny, luscious cushioning gleamed in the low light of the decadent club. There was ample space below the table and Darius had a good idea why. These booths had been constructed not only with large women in mind, but ensuring there was ample space for whatever vulgar feats the women wished to engage in with the club slaves.

Deborah shoved him into the entrance of the booth and he slid across the leather seating toward the back. She followed him directly; her portly, rubber-clad curves rubbing up against the side of the table. Her ass dragged across the leather cushions as she shimmied her way in.

She turned so she was facing Darius despite their close proximity in the circular booth. She picked up her half-drained mimosa and took a long sip before setting it back down. Debora learned her elbow on the table. Her brown eyes were fixed on him, studying Darius with an intensity fed by the club and the symphony of sin around them.

“How you been Miss Car-”

“You know what I remember most about your days in my class?” she asked, cutting him off. “Your fucking cunt of a mother! Do you have any idea what a pain in my ass she was during parent-teacher conferences?”

“Hey now, there's no need to talk about my Mama ...

... like-”

“A royal pain!” she shouted over him. “Your bitch mother would've been easier to tolerate if I had her son under my desk. You should've been sucking my toes while I listened to her blather on.”

“Miss Carruthers, I'm not gonna...”

“SHUTUP, SLUT! You're going to do exactly what I say and the first thing you're going to do is make up for all the times I had to deal with your cunty 'tiger mom'. Stretch out on the seat! Face up!”

Darius hesitated for only a single moment before his body snapped into action. It seemed to move of its own accord, his desire to submit overriding any consideration for how she'd just brutally slandered his mother. He swung his legs up on the leather cushions and pushed his body down, stretching his torso and legs over the cushy seating. He maneuvered himself until his face was squarely in the center of the leather cushion next to Deborah.

The whale of a woman stood, her latex clothing creaking and stretching around her folds as the leather seat released her noisily. She turned her back to Darius and he was astonished to see that her dress was assless. He was staring up at two giant, white, fatty ass cheeks with only the thinnest strand of red latex proceeding up her crack in the form of a shiny thong.

She peered at him over her shoulder and smiled wickedly before pulling the smelly thong to the side and lowering her jiggling mass onto his face. Darius' head felt two hundred plus pounds of woman press her blubbery ass into his every facial ...