The Cucksitter Ch 03

I coughed as Ms. Cheston's latest fart slid down my throat. The hot air rose through my nose as my eyes watered. I wanted nothing more than to be a good slave, but I simply could not understand how I'd ever be able to get used to this. It took all of my composure to keep my tongue inside Ms. Cheston's quivering hole as my body rebelled against this treatment.

"You still have a long way to go," Ms. Cheston said, disappointment clear in her voice. "From now on, every fart in this household goes into your mouth. It does not matter when or where it happens. You are consuming it. Until you can learn to appreciate this duty, you will be trained."

"Yes, Ms. Cheston," I choked out. "I understand."

Suddenly, Ms. Cheston stepped forward. My face fell from her ass, drenched in sweat and ass juices. The smell of her gas followed me as I breathed deeply of the fresh air. As I panted, catching my breath, Ms. Cheston turned around and bent forward. She suddenly grabbed my chin, forcing me to look directly into her eyes.

"Why aren't you thanking me?" Ms. Cheston spoke. I could smell the stale coffee on her breath. "Do I need to punish you?"

My eyes widened.

"No, Ms. Cheston, please..." I begged. "Thank you so much for letting me service your ass!"

"And...?" Ms. Cheston continued.

"Th...thank you for letting me protect you from your unladylike odors," I added. "Serving as your fartpad is...is...my honor."

Ms. Cheston briefly smirked before returning to her serious stare.

"You didn't seem to appreciate my farts," she continued. "From now on, each time you cough or gag, I will punish you."

My face went pale as my heart pounded. What was this woman doing to me? Wasn't this punishment enough already?

"Yes, Ms. Cheston," I replied. "I understand, and deserve any punishment you deem necessary."

Ms. Cheston nodded.

"Yes, you do," she said. "From now on, if I snap my fingers, you will immediately dive into my cheeks and cup your mouth around my asshole. Your tongue will immediately slide in, and you will suck up the impending fart. Any delay will result in severe punishment. Do you understand, slave?"

I nodded. "Yes, Ms. Cheston."

I shivered at the thought of this new duty. Still, part of me knew Ms. Cheston was right. This was the only way I would learn. Sarah was clearly disappointed in me after my performance this morning, and that was not acceptable.

Ms. Cheston backed away and stood up straight once again. She grabbed my leash and tugged it as she walked forward, indicating for me to follow her. I dropped to my hands and knees and began to crawl behind her. Something about this position had begun to feel natural. The desire to rise and walk like a person felt foreign, almost foolish, for someone like me. Ms. Cheston had the right of things here.

Suddenly, Ms. Cheston stopped walking. She lifted her fat left arm and made a show of snapping her chubby fingers. I quickly broke out of my thoughts and scrambled underneath her skirt. My heart pounded in anticipation and fear as I rushed to part Ms. Cheston's cheeks in time. I could hear her stomach gurgling as I pressed my lips against her moist hole. I slid my tongue in quickly, making sure to serve exactly as she expected.

I had made it just in time. The gurgling stopped as Ms. Cheston's fart erupted loudly into my mouth. The hot air rushed past my tongue and down my throat. It felt almost heavy as I choked it down. My eyes watered and my lips trembled as the rippling flow became a wet hiss. I could taste Ms. Cheston's breakfast and coffee as my tongue hardened and stayed deep in her quivering hole.

Still, in spite of Ms. Cheston's instructions, I could not find this enjoyable. I wanted to, more than anything, but at the end of the day, I was sucking farts from a fat middle-aged woman's asshole. I knew I had to get used to this though. I didn't want to get punished, and more importantly, I couldn't bear disappointing Sarah.

Ms. Cheston grunted and the blast of air intensified. As the next wave hit me, I felt my stomach turn. I tried my best to ignore it, but before long I felt my throat convulse into a gag. As Ms. Cheston's fart petered off, I let out an audible retch. The blood drained from my face as I realized what I had done.

Ms. Cheston yanked my head from her ass before throwing me onto the cold hardwood floor. I looked up at the visible anger on her fat face as she glared down at me.

"I...I'm sorry..." I began to choke out.

"Silence!" Ms. Cheston interrupted, her fat cheeks jiggling almost comically as she barked. "What did I tell you earlier?"

I gulped. "You, you said that," I stammered. "If I didn't show gratitude for serving as your fart slave, I would be punished."

Ms. Cheston nodded. "And what did you do?" she asked.

I knew there was no way out of this. I had to be honest.

"I gagged in spite of your divine gift," I answered, actually believing she was in the right here. "I should have sucked down your fart eagerly and hungrily."

Ms. Cheston scowled.

"So you understand, and yet you misbehave anyway," she chided. "You know what this means, right?"

I nodded, a pit forming in my stomach. I knew I was going to be punished, but what could possibly be worse than this?

"Yes, I-", I gulped. "I need to be punished and taught a lesson."

Ms. Cheston nodded.

"Yes slave," she replied. "Yes, you do. Stay here."

Ms. Cheston waddled off, leaving me trembling on the cold floor. My face reeked of her ass, and each breath brought with it the reminder of my failure. I had disappointed my cucksitter, and whatever was coming next was deserved. All I could do was take it and try to do, and be, better next time. I considered begging Ms. Cheston not to tell Sarah of my failures here, but I realized I had no right to ask either of them for anything. I was a slave cuckold, and I did was I was told.

The floor shook as Ms. Cheston angrily stomped back into the hallway. I craned my head to look at her. The grey matron's skirt was gone, leaving only her pantyhose-clad thighs. They undulated as she rapidly made her way to me. My eyes wandered slowly up her thighs and to her crotch, where I was met with a surprise. Poking out from underneath Ms. Cheston's hanging belly was a realistic dark brown strap-on.

This 7" strap-on was no mere dildo. It had a detailed cut penis head, along with a veiny shaft and large, brown balls hanging underneath it. I thought back to earlier, when Ms. Cheston had mentioned I needed to learn to serve a man. Was I going to have to suck this cock?

I didn't have long to think. Ms. Cheston bent forward and effortlessly grabbed my weak legs while lifting my ankles over her shoulder. She then leaned forward with her fat stomach resting on my caged cock. I felt the strap-on pushing against my tight, exposed hole as Ms. Cheston leaned over me. I could feel her breathing go heavy as she lowered her body further onto me. Before long, I was nearly enveloped in Ms. Cheston's large body. She then leaned forward and whispered in my ear.

"I'm going to fuck you now," she spoke, her voice labored and raspy. "Normally we'd start slow, but you need to be punished."

"But, Ms. Cheston," I replied. "I'm not even lubed up yet..."

I could feel Ms. Cheston scowl as she grunted in disapproval.

"Of course not," she answered. I could smell her warm breath as she spoke, inches from my face. "I told you the punishment would be severe. You don't have a choice in this matter."

I nodded apprehensively as I lay there, unable to move beneath Ms. Cheston's superior weight. I felt her shift her wide hips as the cold, silicone cock pressed against my quivering hole. Panic began to overtake me as I squirmed beneath her.

"Wait, please," I begged. "I'll do anything. I promise I'll filter, suck down, and appreciate your farts. I'll praise you for them, beg you for them, and do anything. Please, just don't!"

Ms. Cheston scoffed, pressing her strap-on harder against my hole.

"Of course you will," Ms. Cheston responded. "It's your duty to."

She thrust her hips as the tip of her cock began to force my asshole open. My eyes watered as my hole began to sting.

"You'll be a cuckold fart slave," Ms. Cheston continued. "But you still need to be punished. Nothing you can do or say will get you out of that."

I shuddered. Not out of fear or pain, but because I knew Ms. Cheston was right. It was my duty to worship unconditionally, and I had failed. I deserved this.

Ms. Cheston's cock began to penetrate my tight hole as I bit my bottom lip. I wanted to do my best to behave and not earn any further punishment by resisting or complaining. In a few painful moments the head of the cock forced its way into my hole. I wanted to cry out and beg, but I remained silent. As she slid further into me, Ms. Cheston pressed her lips against my ear. I could hear her heavy breaths as she began to whisper again.

"I'm going to fuck you now," she whispered. "And when I'm done, you're going right back to your training."

I nodded, letting out a soft whimper as her cock slid roughly into my rectum.

"You'll learn to serve anyone unconditionally," Ms. Cheston continued to whisper. I could feel her heart rate rising. "And when your wife finally tires of you and discards you, I'm going to enslave you personally."

Ms. Cheston suddenly thrust hard into my tight hole. Pain shot up my body as I lurched beneath her massive weight. Still, the pain barely registered as Ms. Cheston's previous statement rattled in my confused mind. She was planning to enslave me personally? My wife had hired her to train me, not to buy me! Did Sarah know about this?

My thoughts were interrupted as Ms. Cheston began to fuck me. Her cock slid roughly in and out of my hole, catching on my rectum as friction resisted it. She began to pant and sweat as her belly flattened me onto the cold, hard floor.

"Enslave me?" I gasped, barely able to speak under the hundreds of pounds undulating on top of me. "I belong to my wife, Sarah!"

Ms. Cheston quickly cupped her left hand over my mouth as she began to thrust harder.

"Shhh," she cooed. "Cuckolds mouths aren't for speaking, unless they're begging to serve."

Ms. Cheston thrust hard again, almost punctuating her previous statement.

"And yes," she continued. "You'll belong to me eventually. Sarah will tire of you, and I'll take you off her hands. Until then, you'll serve her."

I tried to speak, but Ms. Cheston's grip was far too powerful.

"And don't bother telling your wife," she continued, almost completely out of breath. "She won't believe a word you say. And, even if she did, she'd probably happily agree!"

Part of me knew Ms. Cheston was right. Still, it was hard to accept. The thought of being hers filled me with a strange mixture of dread and anticipation. She was certainly not the image of beauty that Sarah was, but Ms. Cheston had been the one to release this previously unknown side of me. Part of me felt like it owed this to her.

Sensing my acquiescence, Ms. Cheston released her grip on my mouth. She then pressed both of her hands on the floor, lifting herself off me a bit. Her large body loomed above me as she began to thrust harder and faster. My tiny hole ached as she undulated above me, sweat and drool dripping onto my naked body as Ms. Cheston had her way with me. The moisture of my insides slowly began to lubricate her cock, allowing her to fuck me more intensely with each passing moment.

"Once you're finally mine," Ms. Cheston grunted. "I'll treat you the only way you deserve to me. Naked, collared, and leashed at all times. You'll be my seat, my ass cleaner, my sex toy, and that's only the beginning."

Ms. Cheston hungrily drooled as she fantasized.

"I've never had my own toy," she admitted. "I always train others and become envious of their wives. You'll suffer for all that hard thankless work. Oh, the things I will do to you..."

Ms. Cheston moaned as her eyes closed for a moment. She was clearly dreaming of what it would be like to have me all to herself. Part of me was curious, admittedly, but another part of me was afraid. I truly believed Ms. Cheston would not hold back when this inevitably happened.

A sharp pain suddenly momentarily blinded me as Ms. Cheston yanked the strap-on out of my asshole. She was panting hungrily at this point, clearly turned on by this plan of hers. In an almost primal fashion, she dropped my legs onto the floor and scrambled over me. Before I realized what was happening, her fat pussy was straddling my face.

"Service me!" Ms. Cheston demanded as she lowered herself onto me.

I had no choice, but felt a renewed eagerness nonetheless. I could smell my ass on her cock, and her pussy reeked of fat sweaty crotch. Still, it was almost intoxicating in its own way. Her belly plopped onto my forehead, smushing the wet strap-on onto me as her hairy pussy slid into my mouth. Instinctually I began to suck on her clit, prompting a powerful, immediate moan.

Trapped in the damp, musky cavern beneath Ms. Cheston, I continued to serve. I alternated between sucking tenderly on her quivering clit and licking at her folds, savoring her arousal. The once-stoic woman was now fully in heat, and she began to ride my face like the sex toy she had turned it into. I could barely breathe, and each breath I could manage brought in the pungent aroma of her unwashed crotch. None of this mattered to me anymore, though. Unpleasant scents were part of my lot in life, and it was my duty to serve.

Ms. Cheston's undulating intensified as she approached climax. My asshole ached and burned, but it seemed so distant now. The massive woman rocked, gasped, and moaned above me, constantly threatening to flatten me into a pancake on the floor beneath her. It was like I wasn't even there and only her pleasure mattered. I did my best to hold on and pleasure her, not wanting to disappoint and invite her wrath.

Suddenly, Ms. Cheston gasped loudly and let out a deep moan as her thighs quivered around me. I felt an odd sense of pride as her orgasm reached its peak. It was my duty to provide pleasure, even if the process could be unpleasant. I had done my job here.

My self-praising thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a familiar snap of Ms. Cheston's fingers. This wasn't too unsurprising. A good orgasm often could move things around downstairs. Without hesitation, I slid a few inches back and pursed my lips against her sweaty, exposed hole. The intense orgasm and assfucking brought a new, ripe sweaty aroma to Ms. Cheston's asshole. I resolved not to gag or complain as I awaited the oncoming fart.

I didn't have to wait more than a moment or two. A silent, wet burst of gas erupted from Ms. Cheston's hole and into my mouth. My eyes watered again, a familiar sensation, as the fart made its way through my sinuses. I felt the desire to gag and convulse but managed to stop myself. The gas made its way into my lungs and stomach as Ms. Cheston emptied herself into me. I wanted nothing more than to rip my head out from between her cheeks, but I knew I had to serve.

The foul, sulfurous assault petered out as I was overwhelmed with a sense of pride. I had managed to suck the entire fart down without gagging or coughing. I was nearly beaming between Ms. Cheston's fat cheeks in spite of myself.

My pride was short-lived, however. Ms. Cheston's relaxed demeanor suddenly shifted as she became tense and angry. She yanked my head out from between her cheeks and turned to look down at me.

"Very disappointing," she chided. "I thought you would have learned by now."

I looked up at the angry middle-aged woman in confusion. What could I have possibly done wrong?

"Ms. Chestion, I...", I stammered.

"Silence!" she roared as she fully turned around, her glistening strap-on inches from my face.

"You didn't beg for my fart, you didn't thank me, and most importantly," Ms. Cheston continued. "You didn't tongue and pleasure my asshole during it. That is a profound selfishness that is simply unbecoming of a cuckold!"

My heart sank as my body trembled.

"Yes, Ms. Cheston," I replied. "You are right. I await my punishment."

I lowered my head in shame. I truly had failed her. How could I have forgotten those simple rules? I did indeed deserve punishment.

Ms. Cheston reached down and grabbed my chin, forcing my mouth open. In one sudden movement, she had thrust the strap-on into my mouth. I could taste my ass on it, and the smell began to rise to meet my nostrils as well. Her hand reached back around my head as she began to facefuck me. The cock slid down my throat as I tried to gag, but could do nothing to stop her. I felt the fat, sweaty underside of her stomach flop onto my forehead as she began to have her way with me.

"You'll learn your lesson someday," she gasped, out of breath again. "But until then, the punishments will continue."

I nodded, barely able to control myself as I felt my throat grip her dirty cock. I simply remained as still as I could, taking the rough fucking as Ms. Cheston administered my deserved punishment. The ass taste faded before too long, washed away by my saliva. The sloppy sounds of her fat sweaty flesh combined with my drool was nearly deafening as she relentlessly pounded me.

Suddenly, the front door burst open. Two voices, one Sarah's, and one belonging to a man, could be heard as well. They both suddenly erupted into laughter, amused by the ridiculous scene unfolding before them. This did not slow Ms. Cheston's oral assault in the slightest. If anything, it intensified.

"Apologies Sarah," Ms. Cheston grunted out. "I was just administering a punishment. You were correct about this cuck resisting ass service."

Sarah nodded, trying to stifle a giggle as she watched. The man beside her watched. As expected, he was tall, handsome, and muscular. Everything I never could be. I felt a twinge of shame for not providing Sarah with someone like this sooner.

Suddenly, he spoke.

"Might I take a turn?" the man asked. "I could use a warm-up before the main event."

I suddenly looked to the side as Ms. Cheston removed her strap-on from my throat. The man's pants were around his ankle, and his thick, soft cock was on full display. My eyes widened as I came to the sudden realization that my training was truly far from over.

Ms. Cheston stepped away, and the man stepped before me, grinning as he looked down at my pathetic, sloppy face. I opened wide, knowing what I must do next.