Helga deposits the paddle of to the side. You watch with wide eyes as the plump woman pushes her way onto the bed, the mattress compressing so much you’re almost afraid of flipping back onto you front. Such a fear is soon alleviated as Helga straddles you, inching forward until her pussy is inches before your face.
You stare at the woman cavernous hole. Even though she had cleaned herself before this little escapade, you can see she is wet after working on you, her juices soaking her thighs and wetting your chest. The heavy musk of her arousal fills your senses, and you shudder at what that makes you feel in your core. Her pussy is particularly hairy, and you can’t help but wonder how long it’s been since she’s shaved down there as the bristly hairs prick you. Helga smiles and rolls closer to your face. “Now, slut,” she begins in a low, dominating voice. “You’re going to lick me. Lick me, and know that it is as close to my husband’s cock you will ever become. That compared to me, you are nothing more than a whore, good for a night, and no more. And that you know it,” she says, putting particular emphasis on you.
Your face flushes with both shame and anger. Shame that you, Winny, monster dominator, are being told to do this. But far more from rage of the fact that you are being treated like this. That this…woman, expects you to lick her pussy, like some two bit whore. “I would never-.”
“If you do a good job,” Helga continues, cutting you off as she pushes herself forward, “I’ll reward you. But only if you learn what a slut you are,” she coos. Any rebuke is swallowed by her pussy as she presses it against your face. You close your mouth, determined not to give in to this bitch. But her thick flesh forms a seal over your face, trapping you there as her musky scent overpowers you. Soon, you find yourself growing light headed from lack of air. You begin to struggle, but the ropes and Helga’s heavy weight keep you bound. Helpless. Never before have you felt this way. So powerless. Impotent. You are entirely in this woman’s power. The realization crashes down on you heavily, and you begin to hyperventilate. She could kill you, you realize, and you couldn’t do a thing to stop it.
You don’t realize you’re crying until Helga slowly pushes off. Only then, as you gasp and choke in air can you process it wasn’t the obese woman’s juices which coursed down your cheeks, but tears of shame and fear. “Well my little slut,” Helga admonishes, “that wasn’t very good of you. You won’t learn unless you don’t at least make the effort. Now, let’s try again.”
Before you can protest, her bulk descends on you again. As darkness envelopes you, you feel the heat of her pussy before you. Desperation and fear guides you as you stick out your tongue. The humiliation, that you’d be reduced to this makes the tears flow this time. You slowly and hesitantly run your tongue up her slit, tasting her juices. The tang is surprising, but your efforts make Helga groan, the sound sending vibrations through her body as she leans back a little, and a sliver of light finding its way into your fleshy prison. Emboldened, you begin to tease her folds, slowly wriggling your tongue inside to taste her deeper recesses. Helga shudders and leans back, grabbing your head with her hands and pulling it in close.
“That’s it, slut. Take care of my pussy. You can-Ah! Do it,” Helga groans. You push your tongue in as far as it can go, swirling it about and exploring her hole. Her cunt presses in all around you, a world of moist darkness and shuddering moans from above. You find her clit, and flick at it, each time earning a gasp from Helga. You’ve never really licked pussy before, but have become lost in the action, instinct guiding you. Puckering up, you wrap your lips around her clit and begin sucking on it like it was a dick.
“Aaaah! Oh my g-Oh! Yes!” Helga groans as you toy with her pussy. Her thighs tighten and her hands fist in your hair as she screams out an orgasm. The fluid splashes against your face, and you find yourself lapping at it though you’re not sure why.
Helga keeps you down there until you coax another two orgasms from her. When at last she seems satisfied, she releases your head and rises off you on unsteady legs. Your face is caked in her juices, and you pant at the exertion. Oddly, you feel satisfied that you managed to pleasure this horrible woman as you did.
“That…was very good, slut,” Helga says, catching her breath. The obese woman smiles a you. “I’m glad you learned your lesson so thoroughly. Now, I think such dedication to learning deserves a reward, don’t you?” The woman smiles broadly and darkly. A chill climbs your spine at that look. Suddenly, the thought occurs to you that the term reward might mean very different things to the both of you. |