You open your mouth wide, kissing and licking her thighs, rubbing your nose and lips over her labia, lapping up her secretions as they start to trickle out, your nose bumping her clitoris. She grabs your hair, thrusting her hips roughly against your face, hitting the side of your head with her free hand. She is not gentle.
"Come on, boyslut. Suck it. Lick it and make it wet, you little manwhore!"
You redouble your efforts, moving faster, slipping your tongue inside her.. lapping and swallowing, probing and making it thick, pressing it against her vaginal walls as she closes her muscles about you. You begin to move your face in little circles, getting her girl goo in your eyes, stinging them, getting it on your cheeks, some being absorbed into your hair as her thighs close around you, trapping you. She begins to moan and hump back.
"Ohhh.. good.. that's so good my little fuckface. That's all you're good for anyway, just a little fuckface pussy cleaner.... mmm.. yesssss... ohhh.. YESSSS.."
She moans wantonly as you suck and lick furiously, feeling herself approaching the edge. She tosses her head back, screaming and jerking as a load of thick, warm, musky, aromatic viscous girl cum coats your face. She pulls you in and grips your hair tightly, her thighs closing like a vice. You furiously kiss and lick, swallowing as you search in vain for a pocket of air, taking cues from her, slowing down a bit as she eventually spends herself, relaxing just enough to allow you to breathe freely again. Your cock is bulging lewdly through the frilly panties you are wearing.
After a moment enjoying her afterglow, she pulls her leg back up to your shoulder, viciously kicking you away. She looks up as Allison tosses her two lengths of rope. "Turn around, boy. Hands behind your back."
When you comply, she pulls your wrists together, then ties them efficiently together, nearly tight enough to cut off circulation. Definitely too tight for you to free yourself. With the second length of rope, she fashions a crude leash around your balls, tying it off tightly at the base of your scrotum. You wince as she tugs on it tightly, then turns around, ready to ascend the rope ladder. You look up, noticing the entire blue team surrounding the entrance to the trap, all smirking and giggling.
"Okay, slut. I'm going to climb up this rope. You are going to follow with your face in my ass. Understand? I don't want that face leaving the area between my cheeks until I say it can. If it does, I kick your faggot ass back down into the hole and we leave you tied up. Got that?" You nod. She smiles at you. "Oh, and if you fall, I'm not letting go of the leash. So don't fall."
"Y-Yes Mistress." You put your face squarely between her cheeks, blushing red with humiliation as she tugs on the leash. You follow her awkwardly, hands tied, bracing yourself against her ass, trying to use it to steady yourself as you climb. The women above are laughing and giggling. You make it out of the pit, face glued to Valerie's ass, kneeling when you reach the forest floor so as not to lose contact with her cheeks. Finally she pulls your head away, admonishing you to stay on your knees as she moves alongside you triumphantly, a hand in your hair. Her secretions are drying on your face, and her scent permeates the immediate surroundings. One of the women takes a picture as Valerie runs the arch of her foot along the underside of your fully erect cock while still holding the leash.
"You see, girls? This is a pantied slut boy who has been woman conquered. This is what a good woman conquered pantied slut boy smells like. This is a good broken boy who will serve us well." She pulls your hair up so that your eyes meet. "Isn't that right, slut?"
You can only nod, your face blushing crimson. "Y-yes, Mistress." The other girls laugh and giggle hysterically. They begin to lead you away, Valerie holding the cockleash, Allison and another girl on either side of you, each grabbing an arm. |