Im Investing in Mistress' Ass Written by Septia. -Oolllgk- I swallowed. I took off and swabbed my glasses in disbelief, but when I put them back on… that was… was still. “S-so f-fat.” I clasped over my mouth, why did I say that, what if someone heard me? Though, who would care what the lone girl on the 5th floor was doing? What would it matter to anyone if she, happened to be at… finedining.ait/M_shiraz and ogling the dominatrix's b-bountiful… h-heaving, c-curvaceous… She stood posed with one leg over a bed, buttocks clad in latex and leather unweighted towards the camera, scanting to tease at her bare curvature, a quote below commanded: ‘Bend to me'. “Phaa…” I exhaled, tugging at the collar to my suit. I scrolled past the wealth of positive reviews, towards the price, which had me clutching my collar again… “O-oh.” I brought up another tab, peeking at my bank history. What did I even use my savings for? Well, mom and dad told me too, and I worked extra because that is what my boss wants, and I keep away from vices because my friends… My eyes swung between the tabs, from statistics over to praise like: 'Knows how to put you in your place.' 'When Shiraz talks, boy you better listen~.' 'Everything for missuses Shiraz.' Then, at the bottom, another quote: ‘Are you gonna leave my ass hanging?’ “Phhfhgyaaa.” I yelped. Screw the costs, I can afford this, no one tells me what to do. That's why I'm gonna fork over a ton of cash to have this big strong lady tell me wha… S-semantics. I put my fingers to work. “Phew…” I wiped my brow, proofreading the paragraph of my request for a time, once more, before getting ready to send it… Just had to… click… that little button in the corner. I shut my eyes. -Ktc-ctctt- I heard it send, and breathed out a sigh of relief, slumping back in my revolving chair like a bag of, titillated taters. I did it. -Pwnng-. My eyes shot open. What was that ding? “O-ooh…” it wasn't an email form… it was an on-site messenger… A-and… M_Shiraz just responded… M_Shiraz: ‘Where your place?’ Be still my beating heart. It’s fine, it wasn't that embarrassing, breathe, breathe, casual, calm. H-how could I forget the address, I had already made the deposit, that was kinda silly. Tamra_G: ‘Apologies, I should have included that. I live at Margie Mary Alley 3, 5th floor.’ There. Maybe I could get a time this month. Her service was so efficient, which helped ensure me I hadn't just thrown money in the river. This was going better than expected. M_Shiraz: ‘B there tomorrow.’ Smooch lips icon, whip icon. “Auh-…” My hands froze, suspended above the keyboard. Gradually, my glasses sloped to the tip of my nose. “G-… g-… gh… aaa?” ~ 1 ~ I rose from the sheets, brushing them straight and wiping the sweaty black locks off of my forehead. “O-ok, b-beds ready, a-are the snacks in a good spot? I-is pastries even good for domination snacks? Is any? Would she prefer wine? I don't even-:” I smacked myself, biting my lip, and exhaled. It was gonna be ok, the guest room was cleaned. Cleaned, and cleared, we had water and snacks, and reserve sets of clothing. Everything was gonna be fine. -Brrrnng- The doorbell rang. “Aaaaaaah-… aaamm… c-coming.” I managed to wring a response out of my squeal and, and went to open the door. “Welco-. o-oh- ok.” Before I could finish. The amazon trod in through the door. My eyes’ height just grazing at her collarbones. She was swathed in an onyx trench coat, though, it was her… She peered down at me. “Are you, Margie Mary Alley 3, 5th floor?” “U-uh huh.” “And you're Tamra?” “I-I… I-ihm Tamra.” She nodded. “Good. Then I can make myself comfortable.” I shone up a bit. “Ooh yes, of course, in fact I got a whole ro-. Ooh. Oooo…” -Fllvrrthp- her trench coat beat with the crack of a pegasus' wings. The door shut behind her as the garment fell to the floor, and laid bare her… whole body… She was clad in leather nets with patches of latex covering her sensitive areas, the lattice pattern of night fabric weaving into her plush curves as a wicker basket, pronouncing and protruding graceful diamonds of the pudge boat her breasts formed down t-to… -her… “It gets so stuffy.” “Ahg. Aag… aa…” Suddenly, the cut shirt and baggy shorts I was sporting felt overdressed. “Y-yeah. A-aha… yeah.” I mumbled as she brushed back her hair and stepped out of her boots. “Do you, want a drink? I t-think I still have some r-red wine iii-if…” -Cchhtch- She clutched my shoulder and jerked me along as she strode in, “O-o-or o-ok wee-wI gu-guess we're going.” “This your bedroom?” “Y-yes.” I exclaimed, then shook my head “B-but w-wait I have shauaaaoo-.” She heaved me through the air, p-practically tossing me into the bundle of covers on my bed. “G-guest r-rooms… t-that… w-way.” I mumbled as her shadow towered over me. This'll do nicely,” Shiraz said and crawled up into bed, I instinctively recoiled as she came over me, s-she wouldn't stop. Her face brushed against my torso, passinging through my cleavage and landing beside my neck. “Mnffffs.” She took in a deep breath of my scent, and quivers spiked down my spine. -Fbssfh- Her leather clothing brushed against me, -Crnnrgs- and the springs below creaked under her weight. Her musk welled over me, a tang of tar and salt –- the scent of crunching through a bar of dark chocolate after a marathon, and, s-so close I could taste it- wh-why s-soo c-close? “Mnnff, phaa.” She huffed and pried herself off of me, -Cbwgns- shoving her chest up to bury my bust. “The name's Shiraz Innes, though you already knew, because you are a little slut that's been pining after me.” With her words, Shiraz' aura and body had together cocooned me in her embrace. “Aaa-aa…” “Isn't that true? Tell me.” “A-a…. I, I -am a l-little slut who-.” “Big slut,” she said and heaved up her chest -Chhbbnnrff- bouncing them up to my neck, so they pinned and enveloped my throat. “B-bhig slut, h-ghue fan.” I wheezed. “Big enough to know how to address your mistress proper, hmm?” she said, keeping still as the weight of a ton of jugs choked me. “Aa-ah Y-yes S-Shiraz I-Inne-.” “Ah ah uh uh uuh…” She said, prodding my cheek with a whip-paddle, brushing the fold of leather in a stroke up to my forehead, -Fnnght- and flicking off droplets of frightened perspiration. “Mistress Shiraz… I know you're a little bitch of a whore, but you’re no dumb bitch, are you, slut?” “IIM s-sorry mistress Shiraz. Plp-please.” she withdrew, grazing me with air as I laid below her, shrivelling up in a puddle of fluster. She stood, one foot raised onto the mattress. “Kiss mistress’ feet, and she may forgive you, little rat.” She said with a clutch of a grin. I rolled over and wriggled forth to her foot, leaning down to -Smmmcch- plant my lips to her skin, warmth injecting through my lips. “It's a shabby place you got here, Tamrat,” she remarked. I peeked up between smooches, my eyes trailing down, lingering on the cleft between her thighs… “How filthy,” She said. -Tthhc- -Wmmfgh- I mumbled around her toes that she jabbed in my face, pushing me up on my knees, then trailing down to rest her sole around my neck. “You have ten seconds to get out of those stuffy clothes.” “A-. A-already, m-misstres?” “Eight, seven…” I panicked, stumbling back on to my back and kicking off my pants; wedging out of my shirt and tossing them, discarding them across the floor. “What a mess you made… Suppose you can't expect better from a rat.” “I-…I…” “Shhhh…” she said and leaned. “That is a fancy bra,” she said and hooked a finger around it, “Imagine it as your buoy, a thin piece of clothing, separating me from total command of your body. Do you understand?” “Y-. Yes, mistress.” She snapped the elastic back to clap into my torso. “Too fancy for a rat.Didn't know vermin could become pencil pushers, and save up enough dough just to be told their rightful place is back in the gutters.” At that word, which rolled in her throat and off her tongue, I trembled, eyes spying to the side, seeing her cheeks jutting out through the lattice. She froze for a moment, then put the paddle-whip under my cheek. “Look at you shaking, just a little twig, mm, wouldn't need much pressure to break you. She cooed and schooched back, drawing me close, “Think you would snap between the trunks of my thighs?” she said. -Slpfpfths- She smushed me into the crevice… a faint brine oozed in, radiating from her crotch, as the lap bulldozed over the side of my cheeks and clutched me in place. “M-mistress I-I wouldn't, I-I promise.” She brushed the paddle from my cheek, over to her leg, and then drew back as she brushed it up her frame. “Doubt it, such a frail little pussyslut that hasn't felt naked skin in her life. Took a lot of effort just to approach my page, hmm? Mmm… hmmm…” She paused, a-again. I pried my eyes off of her cheeks just grazing into my view, to… see her following my eyes right back to her backside. “Oh?…? Oooh, the four eyes spied something she likes.” “I-I ah. I-I wasn't.” “Oh you were,” she said, stepping back into bed, looming over me, “you can't tear your eyes off it.” “I s-swear I wasn'-.” “Had I known you were such a decrepit pervert I'd have picked a pig for you. Mmm, that's not true,” she said and caressed her fingers around my ear, “too lithe and frail to be a pig, barely big enough for a rat, though a mouse is too clean and proper to be associated with you.” “Ah-aaa… S-sorry I-ih.” But then, she shifted off me, and crawled onto all fours, swaying around, until… that plump, ample rump presented itself, folded into a groped pattern of the leather net. Her cheeks billowed over and overlapped several straps in a sea of blubber. The thickness, rippling, in a gracious bob with her motions. “Mh hmm,” she snickered, “Then let's not keep my ass waiting.” I clutched my bra. M-my… buoy in the sea of Shiraz's ass… “Welcome it with a kiss.” …and I dove in. ~ 2 ~ -Mmmchhwa- -Mmmwaa- I dug in for each kiss, my lips, just fitting into the risen bloat of bottom fat pudging through each, and dug enough that my nose dipped in the pits between taut pitched blubber. “Mmfs, aah, look at. Oh yes, bitch you better not miss a pot of my ass, I want your lips to remember this taste for a month.” “Mmfms, maha Y-yes m-mmfs yes mistress, I w-mm wouldn't dream of missing a s-single patch of your g-glorious-sweet f-fat ass.” “Filthy little glut can kiss this butt goodbye if you aren't up to snuff for your mistress, got it? Tell it how much you love it, now.” “Mfms,” I mumbled as I pulled myself away from a kiss, “I-I l-love your ass m-more than the world,” I stammered. It was difficult to put into words this… smooth silken texture of blubber caressing my lips, and the imposing weight bulked up in the posterior, hidden just behind the reach of my mouth, like with each smooch I balanced a monolith, eager to encase me. “Mmfs aah yeah you scamper rat’s ass,” Shiraz said and shifted back, arching her back while standing and thrusting her hips back into my face with a rhythmic -Dmdpght- -Cddbmmft- jostle of the thick mounds… “To think I was going easy, that, munching pussy and licking tit was too,” she swatted the paddle at my rear, making me yelp, but I kept steadily working down kisses over the checkerboard of a butt, “Sophisticated for this little degenerate. Look at you scampering across my rump, this fits this disgusting, little slut. Fmms, you are just a filthy rat wanting to nibble a goddess's ham, confess,” she swatted at me again -Wwtchchs- “Fm map ahfa, y-yes mis-misstressI-I pmfms, yes p-please.” I cried out, in the next smooch I teased my teeth against her blubber. “Mfmng you bitch,” she cried out,” did you just bite my ass?”. “AIss-s-sorry m-misstres Shiraz,” I mumbled with a tang of dread hammering at the back of my throat. “Really are nothing more than a greedy Tamra. Confess you're nothing but a filthy rat who craves Shiraz' meat.” -Dmfmfths- she smacked her ass into my face, ping-ponging me back to recoil and bounce right at her cheeks. “Get in there, my ass better be aching with hickeys when you're done.” “Mmgs aaha IIM nothing b-but a rat I-in love with my mistress’ a-ass, more than any cheese.” “You perverted nerd of an ass slut,” She grunted and -Gfnnfshhts- ground her ass back against me, pushing me into the back of my bed as I felt the expanse of blubber steamroll over me, plastering ass grease and sweat into my face, each dollop squeezing through the lattice to bump my face and daub me with sweat. Then she crawled off me. and beckoned. “Come, why'd you leave my ass. Get your face back in there.” “Mms, haa s-y-dyes p-please le me stay.” I huffed out and slumped forwards, crawling up and wrapping my arms around her cheeks in an embrace, burying my face into the cleft and bulging into -Smmfth- -msmsmwtacha- smacking her with my slobber. Licking up clots of oily ass grease filtered through the taste of toast tanned leather. “Mmds, haa, I know you can still hear me when you’re buried in my butt, so listen up, What would you say about forking up, Mmm, half the dough you laid down for today's session, and I'll replace my chair with your face,” she said and gyrated her cheeks back into my face, “portable seat's all a depraved rat like you're good for anyway, don't you agree?” “Mfmas hahmmfw,” I shuddered, cramming my head into her buns as I delved into a haze of fantasies of their hot steamy majesty encapsulating my head. “Mmfaah y-yes I-I'd be the happiest rat in the world, mfms, l-let me love your ass.” “Pheh, you'd go broke in half a month, but you'd not care about that, cus you know If you were a good enough seat, maybe, just maybe, mistress Shiraz would take you back home with her as her full time ass cushion.” “Mfmwmfrgrs” I huffed right into the muffling mounds of her ass, the pudge plying around me like clay as I worked her thick booty. -Bgrlrlpgghs- “Mhrhk…” a grumble, a rustle of moist internal sacks… Then… -Bbrrlfpfffrrhfgtlp- 'Ah Cruds. Could have skipped all those beans and onions… phefmms. Fmmf, smells like a septic tank back there.' Shiraz thought. The air laid rank with the clouds of putrid bowel marinade decomposing meat and pickled olives inflicting it with its stench… The miasma pooled from mistress's ass. I was struck by the crashing wave of heat the stream brought with it, feeling it pouring over me. I closed my eyes, and drew a breath. It was, potent. An ichor ploughing through my nostrils, more than anything I'd felt in my disinfected veil… But the aroma. “Mmmfs, phaa m-misstress,” I mumbled. The air stunk of rosewater and berry puree, so rich it stung to breathe in, my mistress' intoxicating perfume. “Mmroe, Please. Aaahit t-the the best smell I've fe-felt.” “Mmfs, ha, you deranged little fart gargler, telling me you are a gas padding as well, huh? Mmm, I do love hearing you describe my sickly flatulence… come now, pry your hands in my cheeks, spread my ass, I've got another one brewing.” I quivered, palms rattling as I cupped and massaged the cheeks, cleaving them through the confines of the net to expose her pucker, the pit of plump rosy flesh winking a t me as the rumbles rose up again… -Cbflfpfhrgrbtghhrbhgs-. -Ppfbbrrfffwwthhfhth- “MMmp. Mmpdhthaaa,” I arched back, my hair shaking in the wave of tendrils of smoke, the pricking fog of a petrichor garden. “Hgnnfs, let that yapper run, what's it smell like doin my gutters?” “Mfma, phaa, It's like th-the first rainfall in a strawberry field, a-and the s-sweetest wine.” “Phhfs oh yeah bitch, get your mouth sms. How dare you get your mistress hot and bothered thinking about you choking down her gas,” she said and -Thtbwbdhht- slammed her ass back into me, masking the space between me and her ass. “Get me out of this… free my ass, tick tock, another one's coming, Tamrat.” I froze before coughing, lungs full of the distilled aroma, then my fingers got to finagling, and fondling onto her ass, bending the blubber around them as I… p-peeled her clothing down, -Bwwngns- her ass, sloughed free in a thump of meaty blubber, bouncing onto my chest and reminding me how small I was compared to the… g-grand, bolstered… “Get on your back,” she said and rose up. “M-miss-tres?” I quivered with my breathing rapid, shuffling back into my mattress as the ass loomed above. “Mmf, that is good, right t-here.” She groaned, and in the next moment… it was bound towards me like a comet. -Bbddnghthtwwwp- her ass crashed and enveloped my head, smashing me down so the springs -Bfbfhfgnsnts- erupted below. In the expanse of her ass, all I could make of the world was muffled. All I could make out was the grind and -Chhgn -Chgngss- crinkling of flesh against flesh lubricated by ass grease and gut grime, and my own sporadic breathing… but… -Sppfbrhrfofofowppwrlht- that was drowned out in a cascade of vapours consuming me, saturating my senses and head in a waterfall of plumping smog, pungent, rich and tart. Colon brewed perfume enrapturing me in a monsoon of heat and humidity, the passionate breath of her lissome rear plastering into my senses. I screamed in joint with the ache of my laboured breath, but it remained a muffled whimper in mistress Shiraz's booty. “Mmf, crud, hands,” she huffed and grunted, shifting off of me, “Frgyah, the heck, you got your glasses on.” I panted, scrambling, shuffling in a parietal seat as her rear trawled down my chest. I felt my face, and plucked off my glasses, cracked, bent in a mould of my face. “Msh-shiraz Ii-…” “Does a gutter slut rat need glasses?” “I-I don’t. I-I just need to know where your great big butt is.” I panted, passion bubbling through my abdomen as the glasses were set aside. “Mmfmfs, good girl… that's the right answer.” She said, and lounged her ass right back, -Fbgllhgbgs- the smear of her bulk bulldozing my face reverberating through my bedroom as the ass conquered me again. The separation between us lifted, and… I felt the veil of plush blubber, cradling my head, slotting me into a perfect fit to be smothered by her… -Chhrthcs- I heard a tear of fabric, and felt my chest freed. “We won't be needing this anymore,” Shiraz said, and tossed my torn bra over her shoulder.