By: Europaguy
Cyrus took another swig of his beer, the 7th overpriced brew of the night for him, and lazily bobbed along to thundering, pulsating electronic dance music while the crowded night club continued to burst with energy at 1 in the morning. His neat, light brown undercut had become an unkempt mess after spending the last 3 hours dancing obnoxiously, grinding on random women, and doing shots with his buddies, but having lost his friends in the crowded venue, Cyrus decided to take his leave. Cruising past the dance floor, the 19-year-old scoped the place for any young women that he might be able to pick up for a drunken hookup, eyeing the scrawny, usually intoxicated petite college girls that he liked to bed.
As luck would have it, most of the women there were either already with guys, or were in large groups. No easy prey. Sighing as he gave up on his search, something caught the young man’s eye as he started to make his way towards the exit. Standing out like a large, rump-shaking thumb amidst a sea of starving college kids, a towering, 6’4 Latina woman with long, straight black hair shook her giant hips to the sound of the beat, her thick build rounding back to the largest ass that Cyrus had ever seen. Blinking in amazement, he approached her for a closer look, in awe at seeing her large chest bouncing along rhythmically with her giant butt. Clad in a tight, black dress that cutoff above the knees, every jiggle was visible while her large body swayed, and a gold-accented purse over her shoulder glinted in the flashing stage lights.
“Fuck me, what a booty!” Cyrus thought to himself as he crept up to her. She seemed to be alone, possibly drunk herself while lost in her dance moves. Despite this, even the young man admitted that he wouldn’t know what to do with so much ass, so instead of trying to pick her up, he decided to try his luck with a more direct approach.
Lurching forward, Cyrus raised his hands and without a second thought, pressed one into each of the towering Latina’s thick buttcheeks, in awe by how his gripping fingers simply sank deep into the round, jiggling globes of fat. The woman took notice immediately, turning her head to glare sharply at the 5’9 man below her.
“Hey, mama. This is some trunk you got—
Cyrus was cutoff when the amazon swiftly elbowed him in the face and wrapped a shockingly-strong arm around his neck. Clutching his scrawny throat in a vice grip, the woman promptly began to drag Cyrus along with her, pushing past the waves of semi-drunk club goers like a linebacker, before forcing the creep into an empty, rentable lounge room with her.
“Ack, what the fuck!?” Cyrus spat as he clutched his aching nose, falling backwards onto the floor of the couch-furnished lounge while the towering woman locked the door behind her.
“I’m so friggin sick of creeps like you thinking that they can touch my goods just ‘cause I got a lot of them,” the giantess hissed as she loomed over him, her black high heels clacking along the floor. “Do you know who I am? Maria Benoit, or as the wrestling world knows me as, ‘Thunderclap’. You just messed with the wrong fucking woman.”
“Ohhh, so what are you going to do? Wrestle me?” Cyrus chuckled as he started to relax. “That doesn’t sound so bad.”
“Hehehe. You think so, hm?” Maria asked with a smirk across her dark-red lips, before turning around to present her massive ass over the young man. “Wanna know what I use this for in the ring? Lets just say, this deep crack of mine has silenced a fair share of muffled screams.”
“You sit on their faces? Hahaha, this night just keeps getting better and better,” Cyrus laughed confidently. “Well what are you waiting for? Take a seat, mama.”
Immediately obliging him, Maria lifted her dress to reveal a gorgeous, voluptuous tan rear that glinted with sweat under the dim light. Each brown, cellulite-cratered cheek was enormous, larger than even a yoga ball as they spread apart while the giantess sat down, revealing a dark-red thong that ran in between the deep, dark booty crack.
Smiling drunkenly at the descending mass, Cyrus felt a very brief, fleeting moment of happiness as his face and head was devoured between both cheeks—before panicking as Maria’s fullweight settled down. At nearly 400 pounds, she easily smothered the air out of him, steamrolling his last breath from his lungs while getting comfortable with his face thoroughly consumed in her ripe, sweat-slicked crack. After sitting for almost two minutes, Cyrus began to panic from lack of air, struggling notably beneath Maria’s bulk, but she remained sitting firm.
At last, another minute later, Maria leaned forward the tiniest bit, feeling the young man’s nose smothered right up against her asshole, and allowed him the smallest of spaces to breathe. Hungry for air, Cyrus took a long, sharp inhale through his nose, before groaning with disgust at the pungent, musky aroma of woman ass that saturated his nostrils.
“Hahaha, how’s it smell down there, creep?” Maria asked in response to his panicked grunts. “I’ve been shaking this butt all night. Just imagine the sweat and grime in there. I took a dump after dinner too, so I bet its real rank. You wanted this ass? Well, you got it. Now sniff.”
With the precise movement of a stripper, Maria swung her hips and grinded her massive ass across Cyrus’s face, smearing her fetid anal stink against his flaring nostrils to ensure that each inhale he took was staunch with her strong, feminine BO. Reaching back to yank her thong to the side, she pressed her bare asshole down across his nose, rocking back and forth to saturate it with reeking, oily butt sweat.
Feeling as if his head was about to pop under the heavy weight, Cyrus’s nose continued to endure abuse as an elbow to the face felt preferable to the musky swamp ass that was grinding down in his nostrils. Smothered in the deep crack to the point that all he could do against the wrestler’s unrelenting weight was let out loud, muffled cries of disgust, his struggles doing nothing to move the crushing weight from his face. As the friction of her anus scrubbing against his nose started to heat things up, Cyrus realized too late that a raunchy puff of flatulence had exploded across his face.
“Whew…excuse me!” Maria cackled as she mercilessly fed her victim a loud, bassy fart, the hot gas surging up his nostrils and torturing him greatly with the smell of rotten eggs. “Fuck, that stinks. Glad I didn’t try sneaking it out on the dance floor!”
Farting again, Maria continued laughing at the teen’s misery, his struggles growing increasingly desperate as the noxious waft of hot gas lingered in the domineering woman’s vast, musky booty. Putting a hand to each of her bare cheeks, the giantess spread them apart, now giving Cyrus somewhat more room to actually open his mouth.
“UGuughghhg GET OFFA ME!” he screamed in revulsion. “Ugh, it friggin stinks! You disgusting—
“Well gee, I was going to give you the chance to apologize, but never mind,” Maria snorted as she released her cheeks and allowed them to swallow the young man’s face again. “Just keep smelling my butt then.”
Still able to hear the club’s music outside, the amazon shook her hips in rhythm with the beat, working up a sweat while she effectively “danced” while sitting on the man’s face. Brushing her long, thick hair, she grooved along to the electronic pulses, shaking her girthy rear and grinding the sweated, stinky crack all cross the entirety of Cyrus’s nose and mouth. The increase in perspiration created a vile lube of sorts, and she found that she could easily bump and grind her fat, heavy rear across the tortured young man’s whole face.
The smell was unbearable to Cyrus, where he continued his muffled squealing and groaning, but was met with nothing but a face full of grinding, smothering swamp ass in reply.
“Wanna know why they call me ‘thunderclap’?” Maria eventually asked after a further 15 minutes had transpired. “I mean, its obviously there for the way my cheeks clap together when I shake my butt, but I also have the tendency to fart on my opponents. Nothing like pinning someone against the corner and burying their nose in against my sweaty ass. Ya feel me?”
Farting loudly to punctuate her sentence, the muffled explosion indeed reminiscent of thunder, Maria began to pant as she was starting to tire herself out. It had been a long night of dancing, and now she was exerting herself punishing the young creep that was currently drowning in ass sweat and musty, eggy fart beneath her. Still, she was having a great time, and didn’t want to cut things short too fast.
“Tell ya what. If you let me fart in your mouth, I’ll let you go,” Maria said as she lifted her ass, again letting him speak.
“Seriously? Come on, please,” Cyrus whined, his vigor having died down as he looked up at the fierce Latina like a scared little boy.
“Its either that, or I just keep dancing on your face until the club closes at 3,” she giggled. “Either way, I’m fine. All this hip shaking is just going to keep loosening up more and more farts, though…”
“Fuck…fine,” the young man muttered. “Nasty whore.”
“Nasty?—Oh, that’s it. You’re getting a wet one,” Maria spat as she sat back down abruptly over Cyrus’s opened mouth.
“WAIT, I’M—
The second she sensed her seated anus positioned above his tongue, Maria forced out a pent up, explosively-nasty shart that inflated the teen’s cheeks with its reeking mass. Scorching his throat with the intense heat, Cyrus gagged loudly as his taste buds were coated in a mixture of sweat and real shit, where he recoiled at the awful, bitter flavor. Retching into a mouthful of thick booty, he screamed, cried, and begged to be let up, but his tormentor remained seated.
“Now swallow,” she commanded. “Swallow it all.”
Almost sobbing in disgust, Cyrus obeyed with an audible ‘gulp’, swallowing a mouthful of nasty butt grime that sent shivers of revulsion coursing up his spine. Smiling, Maria began to pant. This domination session was beginning to heat her up, and she was almost ashamed to admit that she was thoroughly turned on.
“You know what, creep? I think I might just let you lick my ass,” she grinned with a lick of her teeth. “What do you say to that? I got my butt so grimy punishing you like this, that the least you can do for me is clean me up a bit.
Begging and pleading through a mouthful of ass, Cyrus only shook his head, but this somehow turned the towering Latina on even more.
“Do it…or I swear to god, I’ll shit in your mouth,” she muttered in a low, raspy voice.
His eyes widening in horror, Cyrus recoiled at his ill-fated decision to approach this woman in the club.
What had he gotten himself into?