This choice: Your millionaire mother! • Go Back...Chapter #4Your millionaire mother! by: Unknown Michael only saw her for a second in the dim light as she was talking to her assistant, but he remembered her. His new owner. She was enormous, succulent. Much taller than him, much broader. Plump and curvy with a regal silhouette and large, healthy breasts, but with power, so much power radiating off those thick hips and thighs. He didn't get to see her ass but he hoped it was enormous too.
He lowered his eyes as her assistant turned and stalked towards.
She was not beautiful, but attractive 26. Long dark brown hair worn straight, business attire clinging to her not-too-curvy body. B-Cup breasts and bothered about it. Wide hips, ass about 30", but those weren't her best features. Those features flared out from her hips and ran all the way to the floor. Her massive, smooth, 33" legs. The kind of thighs Michael loved to be squeezed by. She squeezed them in front of him for effect.
"Debra Metzger. I'm your new owner's primary aide."
She had the look of an accountant desperate to be naughty. She slammed a large wad of papers down in front of the porter, who began to sift through them.
"This seems to be a very good fit," she eventually said, "your Mistress' requirements are this asset's specialties. How fortuitous that she is looking for a new ass-slave at this time."
Michael felt his loins stir. He could see the aide smile out of the corner of her mouth. "Well, she's been scouting this particular asset for some time. She seeks the finest of subjects to be entombed in her finest of posteriors. No substitutions will do." Gently, she raised her black high-heeled foot to her new slave's face, and was pleased when he purred and nussled into it.
"Well, I can assure you this asset can accomodate even the vast dimensions of your Mistress miss ... oh I see you are representing your - oh - OH my it is rare to see a -"
"What's important for my client is the asset's nose. It must be wedged securely up her butt-crack at all times, is that clear? It is very important to her that this particular asset never takes another breath in his life that doesn't come directly from her asshole."
The porter rallied around this interruption superbly. "I can assure you miss, our asset is a most handsome and dedicated ser-"
"What do we care what he looks like? His face is to be wedged between an older woman's buttocks for the rest of his life. My client wants reassurance that once his face is secured in her cleft, it will never be removed again."
"As I was saying miss, our asset is a most handsome and DEDICATED servant, he has been especially trained to endure consecutive months of both leg and ass-worship. He was our top performer in both analingus and leg-worship, and displayed a remarkable apptitude and eagerness for being stood, squeezed and sat upon. I am also told he snuck out of his holding pen on several occassions to smell the behind of at least three different handlers in their apartments. If he does not die in your Mistress' bottom, he'll kill himself trying." There was a tense moment, but that seemed to satisfy her.
"Very funny. Allright then, here are the requisition and transfer of ownership forms and my mistress three proofs of address and ID ..." She turned around, and Michael stared up at the large, muscular butt now before him. He smiled and inhaled deeply.
"Hello sis - WHNNNNNFFFFF" A familiar black high-heeled shoe connected at speed with his groin and Michael doubled over.
"He should not talk to me in that way!" The lady was shouting as the porter's guard circled Michael from behind.
"I aggree ma'am, my apologies. Come here you."
Strong sinewy legs slid over his shoulders and laced around his neck. The guard locked her ankles and pulled, and Michael was being choked.
There was silence as the women stared at him for one minute. Two. Her legs were boney but oh so strong and his neck was no match.
Three.
"nnnuuuggkk ghhkkk kkkhhh"
"Should I knock him out?"
"No that's enough, he knows he done wrong, let him go." Michael fell to the floor as the guard unhooked her thin, sinewy legs from his throat. His sister gave a dog whistle and patted the insides of her legs. On queue, Michael offered his head to his owner's aide's much meatier legclamp.
The guard looked impressed. "How'd he know how to do that?"
Debra smiled beautifully "Why that's just good breeding. He is my only brother after all." She grinned like a cat in cream and stroked the back of Michael's neck. Michael, still gasping for breath, rasped out a delighted chuckle.
"You mean he was telling the truth? But then why did you - oh my Goddess!"
Still smiling at her face Michael's sister had locked her ankles and twisted her thighs around his neck. She tightened and tightened as Michael began to make gutteral choking noises, his face flushed with pressure. "Hmmm?" She smiled. "Something you asked?" Her point proven, she relaxed her hold and left her brpther gasping between her dominant thighs.
"I like to hold him here when I talk to him. So Michael, why should you get the honour of being my client's ass-slave? Living in her house, eating her food, sleeping in her bed? Going where she goes?"
"Well sis-"
"Ma'am."
"Sorry sis - ma'am. I assure you, I will dedicate my entire life to your client's ass. Analingus and butt-worship are my specialities, and if she has a large pair of thighs - "
"She does."
"I was top of my class at receiving long-length headscissors from thighs 30" and above before passing out. She would enjoy tormenting me for much longer than any other slave, I assure you. Due to my excellent qualifications I also received extensive training in cophrophilia, and can now support myself solely on that for a time. My tongue has a 2.5" penetration into the average anus, increasing to 3" on a more mature one. I wish nothing more than to serve her and to have her use me in whatever way she deems I deserve.
"And are you sure you want to do this? You don't have to Michael. Maybe we could convince mother to find you some nice, plump liberal girl to take as a wife instead and have you sire for our House. One with big tits, just like you like. Instead of all that, do you really want to spend your life with your face wedged in some woman's ass? This is me, your sister asking, Michael." And concern was keen in her eyes.
But Michael remembered what his handler had told him over the long months of prep for this very meeting. Never trust what they tell you. Whether it's some faceless client or the Goddess herself come to Earth, always tell them what you think they want to hear. Women love that in a man. Don't ever make the mistake of thinking they care about what you think.
He stared straight ahead, looking out the back of her thighs, but clasped her hands in his. "I saw your client in the hallway. The shape and size of her body, got a whiff of her smell, saw how she carried herself. Especially those enormous thighs and that titanic butt. With a butt that big, over 50 inches, my nose could press into her anus and my whole face, all of this?" He motioned to his facial features, cheeks, chin, ears. "Would fit between her cheeks. The only evidence would be a tuft of my blonde hair out the back of her rump. I'd be a great fit for her ass."
His sister, the buyer's handler, smiled proudly. "My client thinks so too Michael. I'm very proud of you. Very well, we're good. I'll walk him to our transport like this. My client is very keen to get my brother's face shoved up her bottom as soon as possible. Miss Porter do you have a pair of leg stocks for me?"
The porter looked gravely at the young man, and then back to his sister sitting astride his neck. "Certainly miss, just let me attach them here and your new asset will be trapped in your headscissors with his head between your thighs until you decide to release him. Just remember to walk a little slower as he'll be on his hands and knees."
"Yes, yes, I know how they work, thank you."
When they'd finished and Debra had walked off with her brother secured between her muscular thighs the lady guard turned to the Porter and sighed.
"Well that's another one. They both look happy don't they? It's nice to see families reunite in our line of work. He's probably so glad to see his very own sister's face again after all these years."
"Yeah, well. He shouldn't be. Poor kid. He was such a promising asset too. He's got no idea he's just been bought to be an ass-slave for his very own mother."  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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