Long Toe Sally's Monster Ass
My eyes widened as I took in the sight before me. The woman sitting on the chair was massive, her voluptuous body practically spilling over the sides of the seat. She had long, wavy hair that cascaded down her back and a pair of sultry eyes that seemed to bore into my very soul. I couldn't help but feel both terrified and aroused by her presence.
Long Toe Sally, also known as Mistress Stormy, was one of the most sought-after dominatrixes in the fetish community. Her specialty? Crushing men beneath her massive girth and making them worship her every inch. And here I was, face to face with the woman herself.
"Welcome, little one," she purred, her voice deep and seductive. "Are you ready to feel the power of my ass?"
I couldn't speak, my mouth going completely dry. All I could do was nod mutely as she leaned forward, her enormous breasts pressing against my chest. I felt like a helpless insect caught in the web of her thighs.
Without warning, she pushed back against the cushion, forcing the air from my lungs. My face would feel this way after she had finished with me, I realized in horror. She was going to sit on my face, her enormous ass crushing my face beneath its weight.
But first, she had other plans for me. She leaned further back, plopping down onto the cushion with a satisfied sigh. The smell was overwhelming—a putrid mix of sweat and farts that surrounded me like a cloud. I tried to hold my breath, but it was impossible not to inhale the noxious fumes.
"Oh, don't be shy," she chuckled, her stomach jiggling with each breath. "My farts are muffled because the shorts are pressed against your face—agents of smell destruction, if you will. You're going to love every moment of this."
And with that, she began to gyrate her hips, grinding her ass into the cushion. I felt the pressure building up inside me, the weight of her flesh pressing down on me like a ton of bricks. My cock, trapped between our bodies, throbbed in anticipation of what was to come.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she taunted, leaning forward to whisper in my ear. Her hot breath sent shivers down my spine. "Admit it—you want my big ass to sit on your face, don't you? Beg for it, you pathetic little worm."
I couldn't deny it—I did want her to sit on my face. I wanted to feel her warm, moist skin against mine; I wanted to taste every inch of her juicy flesh. But I couldn't bring myself to beg. Not yet.
"Please," I whispered finally, my voice trembling with need. "Please sit on my face."
She grinned, her lips curving into a wicked smile. "Not yet, my little toy," she purred, leaning back once more. "You've got a long way to go before you please me."
And with that, she resumed her slow, sensual dance, her massive ass jiggling and bouncing hypnotically in front of me. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, my mind consumed by thoughts of what was to come.
Hours seemed to pass before she finally made her move. With a sigh of anticipation, she leaned forward, her meaty paws planting themselves firmly on the arms of the chair. And then, with a groan of pleasure, she lowered herself down onto me, pressing her colossal ass against my face.
I gagged on the putrid stench, my eyes watering from the overwhelming sensation. But there was something more than disgust coursing through my veins—something primal and irresistible. I couldn't help but revel in the feeling of her ass smothering me, her weight crushing me beneath her.
"That's it, baby," she cooed, leaning back against the cushion. "Take it all in."
And so I did. I took it all in, my mind and body surrendering to the sensation. I couldn't imagine ever wanting anything else but this—her ass, her weight, her overwhelming power.
As the sun began to set on the horizon, Mistress Stormy rose from the chair, releasing me from her vice-like grip. I stumbled to my feet, dazed and confused, my entire being still vibrating with the aftershocks of our encounter.
"See you next time, little one," she purred, giving me a wink before disappearing through the door.
I watched her go, my heart pounding in my chest. She was right—I would be back. I couldn't resist her, no matter how much it terrified me. She had me under her spell, her monster ass calling to me like a siren's song.
