It. Tasted. Revolting.

She made me do this all the time, and it did not get any easier. Each second I spent dragging my tongue against the horrid landscape felt like an eternity. My body was shaking, the accumulation of her filth quickly piling up on the back of my tongue as I tried my hardest not to vomit. After a couple seconds of dragging my tongue on the floor I started shaking in absolute disgust. Her imprint was monumental, and covered the length of my entire body. Her hot sweat immediately cooled as soon as it came into contact with my tongue. Every single one of my tastebuds were screaming in anguish as sloshed my tongue around, resisting the urge to stop. I lapped away, kneeling on the floor like an obedient puppy. I could not even easily force it down and swallow it, the heat and temperature were too much to bear. After a couple minutes of incessant servitude, I snapped out of my focus and looked up. She was in the corner of the room next to the hallway, silently and smugly staring. We locked eyes, but she said nothing. I must have looked like a caged animal, because her smug grin grew. She continued staring, not even looking away for a moment as she relished her dominance. I hated her. I wanted her dead. I wanted to rip her to pieces over and over until she begged me for mercy, and even then I would not stop. She continued staring, unmoving, as I sat on my knees, swallowing the last bit of grime. After a period of reticence she finally uncocked her knees and walked to the bathroom. As she walked, back turned to me, her hips swayed side to side in a self-satisfied demeanor. Before she went into the bathroom, she pursed her lips together and whistled, signaling that I needed to follow her. I grimaced, but placing my tongue on the roof of my mouth made me gag because the disgusting residue from her sweat still resided. I sighed, and followed her to the bathroom. 

The hallway was very high and it took me quite a while to travel there, even though it was across the room. Tall shelves, riddled with her paraphernalia loomed above as I approached the well-lit bathroom. The walls were a bright blue, and several oceanic objects were scattered around. Layla loved to decorate, and her bathroom was ocean themed. She stood between the sink and the shower, untangling her bun and letting her hair flow freely in the mirror. She had since cooled down from her run, but I could still smell her sweat. I stood meekly, at eye level with her thighs, zoning out and waiting for her next command. I focused on her hips as she bent back and forth to look at different angles of herself in the mirror, inspecting her post-exercise physiognomy. Suddenly, my vision went black and I was blindsided by an incredible amount of force. I got tangled up and fell to my knees, frantically thrashing and trying to escape the dark prison. It was warm and damp, and her scent was overpowering, completely encapsulating all of my senses. I finally saw light and continued struggling until I peeked my head from the hole. I was entangled and anxious, as my vision finally refocused. I looked up at Layla, now shirtless, completely towering over me and giggling like a schoolgirl. When I was zoned out she threw her shirt on me and watched me struggle to escape. My cheeks went red as I looked away, and she continued laughing. I would never let my guard down again. I stood, surrounded by her shirt as it soon dropped to my feet. While still smugly grinning, she lifted her foot in the air, and placed her sole on the rim of the bathtub before peeling her socks off. It took a couple seconds because they were adhered to her sweaty feet. After a few tugs, her pink sock came off, her toes wiggling, finally happy that fresh air was flowing through them. She looked at her dirty pink sock, which was drenched in sweat and grime, crumpled it into a ball, and looked at me. She moved her foot down, which caused me to flinch because I thought she would hurl her filthy sock at me. She placed her other foot on the tub and peeled it off, wiggling her toes once more as fresh air cooled down her steaming soles. She held both of her socks above my head, dangling them and letting them straighten out. She held them for a couple seconds, taking in my growing anxiousness before dropping them straight onto me. Of course, I was ready to catch them, and I braced for impact. They were not heavy, but her added sweat definitely added  some weight as I was jolted back. I held both socks in my hands, which were smeared with grime and sweat. They were horrid, completely noxious. My face was briefly pushed against the pink darkened soles, and I was almost knocked out. Her socks reeked, and were blazing hot, swirling around in my lungs, depriving me of fresh air. My eyes were rolling back as I struggled to breathe, every single breath dominated by her pheromones. I dropped her socks to the ground, but the smell only amplified with her sweaty shirt. I was surrounded by a huge ring of her dirty laundry. I struggled to stand straight. All I could think about was the smell of her socks. I could not breathe, and my lungs were desperate for fresh air. Her scent stuck to my lungs and lined the inside of my throat. All of my senses were at the mercy of her filthy, steaming gym socks. I had no time to react as she slid her booty shorts and cotton underwear from her hips, shimmying them down to her ankles as she bent over. Her black, wavy hair was inches away from my face, dangling from her forehead as she took her shorts off. When they were down to her ankles she lifted one foot and stepped out. I was again distracted as she used her other foot to fling her dirty shorts right into my face, which knocked me back. I fell right into her socks and shirt, which actually cushioned my fall. Her sweaty underwear entangled itself with my body, and I laid writhing like a fly in a spider web. I continued thrashing as her damp shorts and underwear attached itself to my body. I flung my arms up and pushed, which caused her underwear to rubberband back and smack my face. It was completely soaked, dripping with her vaginal juices. For a brief second I was drowning as the goo-like liquid seeped into my mouth, nose, and eyes. The front of my body was completely covered in her cum, dominated by her womanly scent. Every attempt to push her underwear back and crawl out of the booty short prison was in vain, as I got more and more drenched and entangled. I could not breathe, and I was slowly drowning as I slid deeper and deeper into the mess. Her juices began filling my mouth, and I swallowed to avoid drowning. It was slightly sweet, coating my taste buds as it traveled down my throat. I had no time to think about the disgusting situation I was in, and finally wriggled out, strands of her sweat and juices strung out as I desperately clawed out. I was a mess, drenched in a concoction of her sweat and vaginal fluids. My lungs were on fire, and my stomach was a heavy pit. I took short, panicked breaths and put my hands on my knees, desperately wiping all the liquids off my body. I did not look up at her, and instead focused on the floor beneath me as I tried to physically and mentally recover from what I just went through. Without giving me time to think, she giggled and said, “Enough fun and games for now. I’m gonna take a shower. Fold my dirty laundry” before turning on the faucet and stepping into the shower. I remained silent, staring up at her, still breathing heavily. Before closing the curtain, she winked and blew a kiss.   How I longed to take a shower to wash the misery and torture away, cleansing my body of Layla’s domination.  I wanted nothing more than to feel warm water rain down my back as I breathed in the fresh steam, completely rejuvenating my senses. Just a period of relaxation, free from worry or danger. I snapped out of my daydream, realizing my wishes were meaningless. I looked at her workout clothes around me, and began to fold. Careful to avoid her fluids, and trying to minimize inhaling her fumes, I began folding her clothes. She hummed softly in the shower, to a tune of which I did not know, as I could hear the shower raining down, taunting me with every patter. The actual task of folding her clothes was physically demanding, as I was about half her size. Lifting the edges of each article of clothing was tiring and hard on my arms, and by the end I was aching in exhaustion. To struggle folding clothes she effortlessly flung with her foot was demoralizing. Her socks, underwear, shorts, and shirt were neatly folded in a pile, and I collapsed on the ground. My arms were hot and heavy, completely numb. I inhaled and exhaled, and focused on the pattern of my breaths as my body ached in pain. I did not even care about the smell anymore, as my lungs were desperate for any breath they could get, even for one tainted with her smell. My period of respite was cut short, as the shower abruptly turned off. She must have telepathically knew I was done, because I never once got longer than a minute of rest. I closed my eyes and held back tears, my back on the ground as I anxiously waited for her next command. I heard her colossal body fidget back and forth as she dried herself off. She finally unveiled the curtain and stepped out. Her body smelt heavenly, and shining as she towered over me. Her ambrosial scent descended, and I was in paradise. I could not even describe her aroma, but it was delicious. My nostrils were bouncing around, sniffing heavenly, free from the nightmare they had been previously subjected to. I was ecstatic, almost thankful for her unintentional act. I took in as much of her aroma as possible before she stepped over me and onto the neatly folded pile of clothes I had worked on. She completely ruined the entire job I did in seconds without a care for my efforts before walking out of the bathroom. I heard her footsteps boom through the walls as she walked into her bedroom. After a brief moment of silence, I heard another whistle. I stepped over the mess of dirty laundry she so effortlessly ruined and walked through the halls, careful not to step in her wet footprints as I went to her bedroom. 

She was sitting on her bed, which was adjacent to the door. She had just put on a black shirt, which matched with her toenails and hair. She sat high above, legs akimbo, and intently stared as I walked closer to her. Her long hair, usually wavy, was straight and thin, dangled from her head vertically. I walked up to her bed, right beneath her massive body and looked up. Her legs were outstretched, and her feet were at my sides. She still smelt amazing, completely towering over me as she sat on her bed. I was eye level with her pussy, which hungrily stared inches away from my face. She sat, smugly smiling, both hands on her legs. She then stood up, and the resulting movement made her bed loudly creak. She towered over me, her thighs surrounding my entire body. She inched closer and put her hands on her hips. I stared up, and my eyes met with her vagina, now soaking with anticipation. I glanced back and forth between her slit and her eyes, in which she then slyly nodded and grinned complacently. I tried to back away in desperation, because I was exhausted and the thought of pleasuring her gargantuan monster pussy again was traumatic. It was massive, hungrily watching and eager to completely dominate me, as she jiggled it around in my face. She placed her enormous palms on the back of my head, coaxing me closer to her warm and soaking womanhood. I was surrounded on all sides by her mountainous figure. Her thick thighs came ever closer as she leaned forward. She did not outright shove my head between her thighs (not yet at least). She wanted me to start on my own accord, making me believe it was my choice. I closed my eyes and exhaled, which caused her pussy to excitedly pulsate in response to my breath. I took another deep breath.

I should have been more careful on that day, and realized what a monster she truly was.

I closed my eyes and plunged my tongue forward.