The Chair Shoppe - Sex Stories

The Chair Shoppe

... open mouth & after licking him a few times as she giggled, she dropped him in, closed her lips & began chewing. Kevin saw it again & again. Someone told him they were getting rid of the damaged ones. Broken arms & legs. Things like that. A cold chill worked its way up Kevin's spine when he wondered what him & the rest were being saved for. A hard slap brought him from his dark memory by the black Shoppe girl. A tall White older Lady was pointing to him. She was looking at him in a way that scared him. The woman had on one of those wide hats you always see rich women wear sitting around pools & on beaches in all the pics from summer Resort Ads. Her fingers sparkled with the rings that flashed in the Shoppes lighting. Kevin was led by his leash to a huge dark wicker chair. The seat was concave & very wide. He was f***ed onto his back & quickly found himself under the chairs seat with his face under the hole cut into the thickly padded wicker seat, his head resting on a cushion & the dark padding just touching around his face. Other women stood around watching while others picked other boys & had them brought to a particular chair they fancied. Kevin saw the woman remove her wrap & watched as her bare ass came down onto his face thru the hole in the chair. The woman sat, her weight enough to seal his face into the soft padding around the hole. Kevin could smell her, strong & musty as the ass above him wiggled & came down onto his face untll his nose & mouth were pressed between ...

... her spread cheeks, her own weight forcing the padded seal around his face.. Scared as he was, he remembered what he was told & he began licking. The smell was worse than the taste & he wanted to be sick. Something foul was coating his tongue & he tried not to think of what it was as he tasted & swallowed. Grunts of approval from above as Kevin fought down the bile rising in his throat. Cool air flooded over his sweaty face when the woman rose out of the chair. 'Does the dear boy come with it?' the woman asked causing more laughter as she told the girl she'd take it. Kevin was left where he was & soon another female ass was waiting for his tongue. Kevin would remain under this chair as long as someone wanted to sit in it & enjoy it's comfort. Another boy had his head locked into a smother box chair. Simple in its design, the raised leather ring around the hole kept the woman sitting from actually smothering her slave. She could sit for hours having her cunny & anus tongue stroked. The padded seat could be removed & replaced with one that didn't have the leather ring around the hole giving the Mistress the option to smother her slave until he learned to give her the pleasure she so richly deserved. Kevin looked up & saw the large black Woman with the sweaty yellow headband. She smiled down at him as she twirled her yellow thong with her fingers. She must of just come from the tennis or racquetball courts & he knew what was coming. He saw a flash of white skirt being flipped up ...