Moonboy
04-23-2008, 4:18 PM
SADDLED FOR LIFE
CHAPTER 3
By Moonboy
[Note: I realize that, in Chapter One, I called the saddle-boy “Moon-face” and now I’m changing it to “Moonboy”.]
Moonboy had no sure idea how much time had gone by. By the changing of
the seasons, he could guess it had been about a year. In that time, a
number of operations had been performed. The first and simplest one had
been the removal of the vocal cords and the insertion of devices that allowed
him to make whinnying sounds. The second occurred a few months later.
His arms, endlessly trapped behind his back, wrists to elbows, were
constantly in pain until they just went numb. They were atrophying until he
was rendered unconscious and awoke without them. It shocked him but the
fear of overall health damage was gone. There had also been operations to
alter his face, make it perfectly contoured to accommodate Beverly’s
beautiful posterior.
Currently, he was out in the field tilling the soil. Michelle was walking in front
of him, holding his reins. Her young and shapely tight ass was the center of
his attention even though she was not currently sitting on his face. She
kept looking back over her shoulder and exaggerating the wiggling of her ass,
smiling at the gasping and whinnying sounds that elicited. She looked at his
balls and saw how huge and heavy they had become and at his cock, rigidly
hard and standing almost straight up.
“Mmmm,” she purred. “I think a steady diet of my ass is doing you good,
Moonboy. You’re putting on weight in all the right places.”
She fondled his balls, making him just about cross-eyed with desire and
frustration before getting on with the work she knew had to be done today.
When she finally returned to the house, he was exhausted but Beverly had
further need of him and he found himself having the saddle-chair fitted over
his head before carrying her to whatever her destination might be.
Moonboy (he knew he once had another name but could barely remember it
sometimes) could not help but admire the voluptuous body of the older
woman as he knelt without even being told. Then Beverly’s perfect posterior
became his world as she settled into the saddle-chair and he stood up easily
on his steel-hard, muscular legs. She started him running, guiding him easily
by flexing her well-toned butt muscles or turning her hips, letting her ass
move his face and guide him as he ran. He no longer thought about anything
as he ran, anything except her exquisite ass that is. He followed and obeyed
it with overwhelming lust and worship as his Goddess.
Meanwhile, at the main ranch house and training facility, Stepper was in
essentially the same condition as Moonboy and slowly learning to accept the
situation he was in. Always horny, his face constantly used as a saddle by
his step-mom and step-sister, he was learning his place as a trained beast
and seat for their asses. At this particular time, it was Rachel, his step-
sister, who was seated in the saddle chair. Her gorgeous ass was his world
as he was forced to lick as he jogged. She suddenly leaned back, pressing
her shapely cheeks to his face, cutting off his air and forcing him to stop.
“Michelle, how’s it going?” he heard her say.
“Great, Rachel,” was the reply. “Just taking Moonboy out for a nice
afternoon run.”
Michelle wiggled in the saddle chair, squeezing Moonboy’s nose between her
exquisite cheeks. The two males stood helpless, sweaty and naked, their
faces pressed to their owners’ asses, their entire view of the world the
cheeks of their mistresses.
Rachel was speaking as she wiggled herself into Stepper’s face, suffocating
the helpless male.
“I think we should have a camping trip this weekend, an outing for the two of
us.”
“Us and our pack animals,” Michelle smiled.
The irony was that Stepper and Moonboy had never seen one another.
Michelle and Rachel were good friends and had often gone riding, guiding the
two saddleboys with their butts and hips, but the two males had always had
their heads enclosed by the saddles. They had gotten glimpses of one
another but had never seen each others’ faces. As the two young women
spoke, they sat high and each admired the trained and shaven physique of
the other woman’s trained slaveboy. It was going to be an enjoyable
weekend- for the women.
But there were always new recruits being brought in.
Juliette was a tall woman and slim, with a shapely form. About forty years
old, her long, soft brown hair hung down her back. She had convinced her
husband to vacation here as a last chance to keep their marriage together.
While she did a fair amount of daily exercise to stay in shape, he had gotten
quite flabby over the course of the years and, as he became more and more
to dislike himself, he had become mean and surly. He had backhanded her a
couple of times. She seriously had wanted to leave him but she wasn’t sure
how she would support herself and certainly not at her current level. But
through a friend of a friend, she had heard about this place. She did not
know exactly what went on here but she was told it could solve her problems
including keeping her husband’s money and changing him into someone she
wanted to be with.
Her husband had too much to drink that night as usual and fell asleep before
she did after having sex and coming without regards for her needs. Little did
he know he would soon have fallen asleep anyway as his food had been laced
with a potion. They came to get him while he slept. Reaching down, Juliette
patted his stomach.
“Such a paunch you’ve developed,” she smirked. “But don’t worry. We’re
going to take good care of that and a good many other things too.”
The next morning (or was it afternoon?), he awoke with a throbbing
headache and sick to his stomach. This was a bad hangover even for him.
He was a bit worried when he finally managed to force his eyes open only to
discover that everything was still pitch black. His first instinct was to rub his
eyes but his arms were behind him, wrists to elbows, and would not move.
His face was hot and sweaty, seeming to be tightly encased in something.
He moaned and tried to struggle to his feet though they too seemed sealed
into something. He tried to cry out for help but something was inside his
mouth and holding it open. He could only make incoherent sounds. He was
in a restricted area as he could not take more than a couple of steps in any
direction before he reached some sort of barrier. He was terrified and it was
hard to judge time, being unable to see and with his hearing muffled as well.
It might have been minutes or hours later that coverings were removed from
his eyes.
He saw a gorgeous blonde woman standing in front of him. He was easily six
inches taller than she but was in no position to feel in control. The woman
was probably in her early forties but in great condition, with sweet curves
and large, full breasts. He was tall with a large build but not particularly
muscular. He was able to see now that he was wearing some sort of hood
with blinders and the blinders had now been pushed to the sides. His once
hairy chest, stomach and pubes were clean shaven and he was wearing high
boots that were chained into place.
“Mmph! Yyppff!” he mumbled, trying to ask what was going on.
The woman just grinned and cupped his now hairless balls in her soft hand.
She began slowly caressing his balls.
“Feels good, doesn’t it baby?” she purred.
He moaned, forgetting his fears for the moment as the pleasure coursed
through him. His cock was growing hard.
“Feels real good, doesn’t it?” she continued.
He nodded. She smiled.
“It can just as easily be this,” she said as her smiled turned vicious.
She began squeezing. At first it only hurt a little but her grip became tighter
and tighter until his eyes were bulging and he was begging her to stop. He
would have lifted his knees to his chest if he could have. Spit ran from his
gag and his eyes showed the screams he would have been emitting if he
could have. Then the woman relented and began caressing his smooth
chest.
“The slightest disobedience will be punished by that method or by methods
far, far worse,” she smiled. “Obedience will be rewarded by not having your
balls crushed or worse.”
There were so many questions he wanted to ask but he was gagged. The
woman connected a harness device around his balls and pulled them on a
leash. He let out an “oooofffpphh” of pain even through the gag as he had
no choice but to follow her, taking short, mincing steps. She grinned to
herself at his helplessness. She was thoroughly enjoying this. Nothing was
explained but, through hearing women here talk to each other, he eventually
learned that the gorgeous blonde woman’s name was Amanda. The appeal
her beauty had was equaled by her cruelness. He was trained and trained
hard. He was forced to run and run until his legs grew stronger, being
viciously cropped whenever he tried to slow down until he collapsed in a heap
from exhaustion. Even then, he was cropped back to his feet the moment he
had enough breath to rise and run again. His ass and back was a red
crisscrossing of scars and cuts. And then, when he was deemed to be in
good enough physical condition, he was introduced to the saddle-chair.
The saddle-chair was exactly that. It was strapped and buckled over his
head. It was a saddle with a high back, a combination saddle and chair. The
woman ordered him to kneel and kicked him in the back of the knees when he
wasn’t fast enough. He let out a sharp hiss and groan of pain as his knees
smacked the grassy yet hard ground and the woman, with a grin, turned and
sat down, rubbing her shapely butt on his face. She wiggled back, wedging
his nose between her cheeks and then ordered, “That’s a ring-gag. Stick
that tongue out and make it useful.”
As he stuck his tongue out, she snapped, “Kiss my ass, Romeo.”
He realized this must have been his wife’s doing. Being named Juliette, she
had often said she had dreamed of growing up to meet her Romeo and she
had instead ended up with him. Now, it seemed he would become her Romeo
whether he wanted to or not. Normally, kissing this gorgeous woman’s ass
would not have been an unappealing demand except now it was saturated
with feelings of humiliation and made it even more difficult to breathe. And
then it got even more difficult.
“Stand up, Romeo,” Amanda ordered.
He struggled to his feet, trying to adjust to her weight.
“Now run,” she ordered.
Unfortunately, she accompanied her command by wiggling back, completely
smothering him. He couldn’t breathe and was in darkness. Having no air and
not being able to see where you’re going isn’t exactly conductive to even
walking let alone an all-out run. That’s when her heels slammed his ribs and
another woman cropped his ass bloody, laughing as he ran in terror.
There was something so familiar about that laugh and then it hit him-
Juliette. The other woman cropping his ass and laughing was his wife. He
had wondered what happened to her. Somehow, he hadn’t quite believed
she was in on this but now there could be no doubts.
“Whhff? Jupph! Whhff?” he mumbled through his ring-gagged mouth, but
that just got a renewed surge of laughter.
She was completely enjoying this. He could hear her but was not allowed to
see her.
Days turned to weeks then months. All of this time, he was cruelly ring-
gagged, his arms pulled agonizingly behind his back and trained to respond to
the posteriors of his female owners while he ran. But he had not seen his
wife, heard her but not seen. Then she walked into the stable and looked at
him. He stared wide-eyed, wanting to threaten her or ask her why. But he
could say or do nothing. She was grinning, thoroughly enjoying his
helplessness. She patted his stomach.
“My, my,” she said. “I guess I can’t make fun of that paunch anymore.
You’re tummy is nice and solid these days.”
Her tone was both impressed and yet mocking as she ran a finger around his
stomach muscles. He balls ached for her, having not been allowed sexual
relief for months. His cock stood at attention. She smiled at that and
cupped his balls. That instinctively made him flinch and whimper. He was
used to having his balls squeezed for the slightest mistakes.
“Makes you nervous, doesn’t it, Romeo?” she smirked.
He whimpered more and shuffled in place, eyes pleading with her. She just
grinned and patted his balls. Even that was painful, they were so full.
“Just remember your place. Kneel, slaveboy.”
Knowing the consequences of disobedience, he struggled to his knees. She
waited but then said, “The next time, you take that long, you’ll regret it. Get
up.”
It was difficult climbing to his feet with his arms sheathed but he made it.
“Now kneel,” she ordered.
He tried to get down quicker but it wasn’t fast enough as she kicked him in
the backs of the knees. He winced more from his knees banging the floor
than from the kick.
“Get up now,” she ordered.
He struggled up but, wearing out and knees hurting, it was slower.
“Kneel,” she snapped.
This time he dropped to his knees crying out in pain as his bruised and bloody
knees struck the floor.
“That’s better,” she grinned. “Now get up.”
He groaned as he strove to reach his feet. She walked around behind him
and, with a smile, hauled off and kicked him, planting the toe of her boot
right between his cheeks. He moaned and was pushed to his feet.
“I’ve always wanted to give you a good, swift kick in the ass- and its
become and nice, muscular ass,” she said. “But you’ll be getting to know my
ass far better. Now squat down.”
Knowing what that meant, he squatted on shaky legs, balls hanging heavy
beneath his chastity device encased cock. She walked around in front of him
and teasingly nudged his balls with her boot toe. He was sweating from both
exertion and fear. But with a smirk, she turned her back and pulled her pants
down. Thrusting her ass back into his face, she commanded, “Kiss my ass,
asshole.”
Humiliation and anger overwhelmed him. She was his wife. How dare she do
this to him. She had no right. His thoughts were interrupted by her boot
heel smashing into his nuts. His eyes widened in agony and a muffled cry of
pain issued from his mouth as drool ran out. He fell to his knees. She turned
and smiled, looking down at him.
“Well, you didn’t take long to get to your knees that time, did you?”
Tears of pain and humiliation ran from his eyes. Here was his wife, a frigging
woman for crying out loud, totally dominating him.
“Kiss my ass NOW!” she ordered.
She faked another kick to his nuts and he whimpered and kissed her deeply,
on one ass cheek then the other. She laughed at his act of humiliation.
“Good boy,” she mocked
Then she sat down and pushed her shapely butt into his face, smothering
him.
“You know what to do. Do it or suffocate.”
In his hot, sweaty yet soft and luscious prison, he lapped and kissed away as
he staggered to his feet. Then he felt her shift her ass to her right, forcing
his head in that direction and he began to run, a hot sweaty miserable and
hopelessly aroused and smothered saddle-boy worshipping his wife’s
posterior.
To Be Continued...
CHAPTER 3
By Moonboy
[Note: I realize that, in Chapter One, I called the saddle-boy “Moon-face” and now I’m changing it to “Moonboy”.]
Moonboy had no sure idea how much time had gone by. By the changing of
the seasons, he could guess it had been about a year. In that time, a
number of operations had been performed. The first and simplest one had
been the removal of the vocal cords and the insertion of devices that allowed
him to make whinnying sounds. The second occurred a few months later.
His arms, endlessly trapped behind his back, wrists to elbows, were
constantly in pain until they just went numb. They were atrophying until he
was rendered unconscious and awoke without them. It shocked him but the
fear of overall health damage was gone. There had also been operations to
alter his face, make it perfectly contoured to accommodate Beverly’s
beautiful posterior.
Currently, he was out in the field tilling the soil. Michelle was walking in front
of him, holding his reins. Her young and shapely tight ass was the center of
his attention even though she was not currently sitting on his face. She
kept looking back over her shoulder and exaggerating the wiggling of her ass,
smiling at the gasping and whinnying sounds that elicited. She looked at his
balls and saw how huge and heavy they had become and at his cock, rigidly
hard and standing almost straight up.
“Mmmm,” she purred. “I think a steady diet of my ass is doing you good,
Moonboy. You’re putting on weight in all the right places.”
She fondled his balls, making him just about cross-eyed with desire and
frustration before getting on with the work she knew had to be done today.
When she finally returned to the house, he was exhausted but Beverly had
further need of him and he found himself having the saddle-chair fitted over
his head before carrying her to whatever her destination might be.
Moonboy (he knew he once had another name but could barely remember it
sometimes) could not help but admire the voluptuous body of the older
woman as he knelt without even being told. Then Beverly’s perfect posterior
became his world as she settled into the saddle-chair and he stood up easily
on his steel-hard, muscular legs. She started him running, guiding him easily
by flexing her well-toned butt muscles or turning her hips, letting her ass
move his face and guide him as he ran. He no longer thought about anything
as he ran, anything except her exquisite ass that is. He followed and obeyed
it with overwhelming lust and worship as his Goddess.
Meanwhile, at the main ranch house and training facility, Stepper was in
essentially the same condition as Moonboy and slowly learning to accept the
situation he was in. Always horny, his face constantly used as a saddle by
his step-mom and step-sister, he was learning his place as a trained beast
and seat for their asses. At this particular time, it was Rachel, his step-
sister, who was seated in the saddle chair. Her gorgeous ass was his world
as he was forced to lick as he jogged. She suddenly leaned back, pressing
her shapely cheeks to his face, cutting off his air and forcing him to stop.
“Michelle, how’s it going?” he heard her say.
“Great, Rachel,” was the reply. “Just taking Moonboy out for a nice
afternoon run.”
Michelle wiggled in the saddle chair, squeezing Moonboy’s nose between her
exquisite cheeks. The two males stood helpless, sweaty and naked, their
faces pressed to their owners’ asses, their entire view of the world the
cheeks of their mistresses.
Rachel was speaking as she wiggled herself into Stepper’s face, suffocating
the helpless male.
“I think we should have a camping trip this weekend, an outing for the two of
us.”
“Us and our pack animals,” Michelle smiled.
The irony was that Stepper and Moonboy had never seen one another.
Michelle and Rachel were good friends and had often gone riding, guiding the
two saddleboys with their butts and hips, but the two males had always had
their heads enclosed by the saddles. They had gotten glimpses of one
another but had never seen each others’ faces. As the two young women
spoke, they sat high and each admired the trained and shaven physique of
the other woman’s trained slaveboy. It was going to be an enjoyable
weekend- for the women.
But there were always new recruits being brought in.
Juliette was a tall woman and slim, with a shapely form. About forty years
old, her long, soft brown hair hung down her back. She had convinced her
husband to vacation here as a last chance to keep their marriage together.
While she did a fair amount of daily exercise to stay in shape, he had gotten
quite flabby over the course of the years and, as he became more and more
to dislike himself, he had become mean and surly. He had backhanded her a
couple of times. She seriously had wanted to leave him but she wasn’t sure
how she would support herself and certainly not at her current level. But
through a friend of a friend, she had heard about this place. She did not
know exactly what went on here but she was told it could solve her problems
including keeping her husband’s money and changing him into someone she
wanted to be with.
Her husband had too much to drink that night as usual and fell asleep before
she did after having sex and coming without regards for her needs. Little did
he know he would soon have fallen asleep anyway as his food had been laced
with a potion. They came to get him while he slept. Reaching down, Juliette
patted his stomach.
“Such a paunch you’ve developed,” she smirked. “But don’t worry. We’re
going to take good care of that and a good many other things too.”
The next morning (or was it afternoon?), he awoke with a throbbing
headache and sick to his stomach. This was a bad hangover even for him.
He was a bit worried when he finally managed to force his eyes open only to
discover that everything was still pitch black. His first instinct was to rub his
eyes but his arms were behind him, wrists to elbows, and would not move.
His face was hot and sweaty, seeming to be tightly encased in something.
He moaned and tried to struggle to his feet though they too seemed sealed
into something. He tried to cry out for help but something was inside his
mouth and holding it open. He could only make incoherent sounds. He was
in a restricted area as he could not take more than a couple of steps in any
direction before he reached some sort of barrier. He was terrified and it was
hard to judge time, being unable to see and with his hearing muffled as well.
It might have been minutes or hours later that coverings were removed from
his eyes.
He saw a gorgeous blonde woman standing in front of him. He was easily six
inches taller than she but was in no position to feel in control. The woman
was probably in her early forties but in great condition, with sweet curves
and large, full breasts. He was tall with a large build but not particularly
muscular. He was able to see now that he was wearing some sort of hood
with blinders and the blinders had now been pushed to the sides. His once
hairy chest, stomach and pubes were clean shaven and he was wearing high
boots that were chained into place.
“Mmph! Yyppff!” he mumbled, trying to ask what was going on.
The woman just grinned and cupped his now hairless balls in her soft hand.
She began slowly caressing his balls.
“Feels good, doesn’t it baby?” she purred.
He moaned, forgetting his fears for the moment as the pleasure coursed
through him. His cock was growing hard.
“Feels real good, doesn’t it?” she continued.
He nodded. She smiled.
“It can just as easily be this,” she said as her smiled turned vicious.
She began squeezing. At first it only hurt a little but her grip became tighter
and tighter until his eyes were bulging and he was begging her to stop. He
would have lifted his knees to his chest if he could have. Spit ran from his
gag and his eyes showed the screams he would have been emitting if he
could have. Then the woman relented and began caressing his smooth
chest.
“The slightest disobedience will be punished by that method or by methods
far, far worse,” she smiled. “Obedience will be rewarded by not having your
balls crushed or worse.”
There were so many questions he wanted to ask but he was gagged. The
woman connected a harness device around his balls and pulled them on a
leash. He let out an “oooofffpphh” of pain even through the gag as he had
no choice but to follow her, taking short, mincing steps. She grinned to
herself at his helplessness. She was thoroughly enjoying this. Nothing was
explained but, through hearing women here talk to each other, he eventually
learned that the gorgeous blonde woman’s name was Amanda. The appeal
her beauty had was equaled by her cruelness. He was trained and trained
hard. He was forced to run and run until his legs grew stronger, being
viciously cropped whenever he tried to slow down until he collapsed in a heap
from exhaustion. Even then, he was cropped back to his feet the moment he
had enough breath to rise and run again. His ass and back was a red
crisscrossing of scars and cuts. And then, when he was deemed to be in
good enough physical condition, he was introduced to the saddle-chair.
The saddle-chair was exactly that. It was strapped and buckled over his
head. It was a saddle with a high back, a combination saddle and chair. The
woman ordered him to kneel and kicked him in the back of the knees when he
wasn’t fast enough. He let out a sharp hiss and groan of pain as his knees
smacked the grassy yet hard ground and the woman, with a grin, turned and
sat down, rubbing her shapely butt on his face. She wiggled back, wedging
his nose between her cheeks and then ordered, “That’s a ring-gag. Stick
that tongue out and make it useful.”
As he stuck his tongue out, she snapped, “Kiss my ass, Romeo.”
He realized this must have been his wife’s doing. Being named Juliette, she
had often said she had dreamed of growing up to meet her Romeo and she
had instead ended up with him. Now, it seemed he would become her Romeo
whether he wanted to or not. Normally, kissing this gorgeous woman’s ass
would not have been an unappealing demand except now it was saturated
with feelings of humiliation and made it even more difficult to breathe. And
then it got even more difficult.
“Stand up, Romeo,” Amanda ordered.
He struggled to his feet, trying to adjust to her weight.
“Now run,” she ordered.
Unfortunately, she accompanied her command by wiggling back, completely
smothering him. He couldn’t breathe and was in darkness. Having no air and
not being able to see where you’re going isn’t exactly conductive to even
walking let alone an all-out run. That’s when her heels slammed his ribs and
another woman cropped his ass bloody, laughing as he ran in terror.
There was something so familiar about that laugh and then it hit him-
Juliette. The other woman cropping his ass and laughing was his wife. He
had wondered what happened to her. Somehow, he hadn’t quite believed
she was in on this but now there could be no doubts.
“Whhff? Jupph! Whhff?” he mumbled through his ring-gagged mouth, but
that just got a renewed surge of laughter.
She was completely enjoying this. He could hear her but was not allowed to
see her.
Days turned to weeks then months. All of this time, he was cruelly ring-
gagged, his arms pulled agonizingly behind his back and trained to respond to
the posteriors of his female owners while he ran. But he had not seen his
wife, heard her but not seen. Then she walked into the stable and looked at
him. He stared wide-eyed, wanting to threaten her or ask her why. But he
could say or do nothing. She was grinning, thoroughly enjoying his
helplessness. She patted his stomach.
“My, my,” she said. “I guess I can’t make fun of that paunch anymore.
You’re tummy is nice and solid these days.”
Her tone was both impressed and yet mocking as she ran a finger around his
stomach muscles. He balls ached for her, having not been allowed sexual
relief for months. His cock stood at attention. She smiled at that and
cupped his balls. That instinctively made him flinch and whimper. He was
used to having his balls squeezed for the slightest mistakes.
“Makes you nervous, doesn’t it, Romeo?” she smirked.
He whimpered more and shuffled in place, eyes pleading with her. She just
grinned and patted his balls. Even that was painful, they were so full.
“Just remember your place. Kneel, slaveboy.”
Knowing the consequences of disobedience, he struggled to his knees. She
waited but then said, “The next time, you take that long, you’ll regret it. Get
up.”
It was difficult climbing to his feet with his arms sheathed but he made it.
“Now kneel,” she ordered.
He tried to get down quicker but it wasn’t fast enough as she kicked him in
the backs of the knees. He winced more from his knees banging the floor
than from the kick.
“Get up now,” she ordered.
He struggled up but, wearing out and knees hurting, it was slower.
“Kneel,” she snapped.
This time he dropped to his knees crying out in pain as his bruised and bloody
knees struck the floor.
“That’s better,” she grinned. “Now get up.”
He groaned as he strove to reach his feet. She walked around behind him
and, with a smile, hauled off and kicked him, planting the toe of her boot
right between his cheeks. He moaned and was pushed to his feet.
“I’ve always wanted to give you a good, swift kick in the ass- and its
become and nice, muscular ass,” she said. “But you’ll be getting to know my
ass far better. Now squat down.”
Knowing what that meant, he squatted on shaky legs, balls hanging heavy
beneath his chastity device encased cock. She walked around in front of him
and teasingly nudged his balls with her boot toe. He was sweating from both
exertion and fear. But with a smirk, she turned her back and pulled her pants
down. Thrusting her ass back into his face, she commanded, “Kiss my ass,
asshole.”
Humiliation and anger overwhelmed him. She was his wife. How dare she do
this to him. She had no right. His thoughts were interrupted by her boot
heel smashing into his nuts. His eyes widened in agony and a muffled cry of
pain issued from his mouth as drool ran out. He fell to his knees. She turned
and smiled, looking down at him.
“Well, you didn’t take long to get to your knees that time, did you?”
Tears of pain and humiliation ran from his eyes. Here was his wife, a frigging
woman for crying out loud, totally dominating him.
“Kiss my ass NOW!” she ordered.
She faked another kick to his nuts and he whimpered and kissed her deeply,
on one ass cheek then the other. She laughed at his act of humiliation.
“Good boy,” she mocked
Then she sat down and pushed her shapely butt into his face, smothering
him.
“You know what to do. Do it or suffocate.”
In his hot, sweaty yet soft and luscious prison, he lapped and kissed away as
he staggered to his feet. Then he felt her shift her ass to her right, forcing
his head in that direction and he began to run, a hot sweaty miserable and
hopelessly aroused and smothered saddle-boy worshipping his wife’s
posterior.
To Be Continued...