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Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 3 - Deviated Prevert
Date: 8/29/2024, Categories: Fiction Anal Authoritarian, BDSM Body modification, Discipline, Domination/submission Female Domination, Hardcore Humiliation Interracial, Oral Sex Pegging, Plumper, Reluctance Spanking, Toys, Transvestite, Author: [James Bondage], Source: sexstories.com
... home. Haven't showered yet. Why should I when I have you to clean my ass? I'm going to enjoy my show now. Get to work, slut!” Darius was cast into complete darkness as she lowered her massive, sweaty shelf-ass onto his head. Her full weight fell onto his face smoothly. His nose and mouth were sealed in the deepest part of Heather's crack as she shimmied on him, making sure he was jammed as far into her rear as he possibly could be. He inhaled deeply of her sweaty musk before extending his tongue and lapping away at her taint. The feeling of compressed ass flesh pushing down on every square inch of his face felt heavenly. It was difficult to breathe, but Darius didn't care. What little air he could suck through flattened nostrils was one hundred percent pure Heather. She rocked her ass back and forth over Darius' face for the next fifteen minutes, guiding where his tongue should go. She lifted her full weight from his nose and mouth only occasionally to give him a few scant breaths before dropping her gelatinous mass back on his eager nose and mouth. Darius moaned in her depths, swabbing his tongue up and down wherever Heather demanded he do so. His neck, sandwiched between the sofa and her crushing flab had no room to move. He could only lick and probe where his demanding Domina let him. His nose ring dragged across her flesh, stinging his healing septum with every lick and brush, but it was worth it. So worth it to an ass fiend like him. Heather rose from ...
... the sofa and turned, her pussy visibly dripping as she stared lustfully at her drooling, sweaty, mess of a boyfriend. She leaned down, grabbed him by the chin and shook his face a few times before releasing it and scorching his cheek with her palm. *SMACK* “Thank me for rescuing you from your old life.” “Thank you for the wonderful new life, Mistress!” *SMACK* “Use my new name!” “Thank you Duchess Daphne!” *SMACK* “Do you know what this is practice for?” “...Mistress?” *SMACK* “The rest of your life, bitch! Now get your tongue in my asshole!” She turned and lowered her mountainous ass onto his face once again. Darius' left cheek, scorched from several slaps, was granted the soothing balm of doughy, white flesh. His face was thrust into her saliva and sweat drenched crack as Heather positioned her pucker directly over his mouth. Darius' wet tongue speared into her silky cavern as Heather settled in to watch the rest of her show. Forty five minutes of wondrous ass worship proceeded as he sucked, slurped and tongued at his Goddess' silky portal. * * * * * It was Thursday afternoon and Darius moved around the condo, swishing his feather duster over every surface that needed his attention. His black high heels clicked on the hard wood floor as he moved from room to room. Almost every square inch of his body was covered in shiny satin and clingy silk. Heather dressed him every day now, and each time he was dressed as a maid she found ...