It’s a Friday night and my wife and girls are away at some London event they’ve been talking about for a few weeks. My wife, Sarah has left me with a note as I was deep in a phone conversation when they left. The note reads ‘Have a nice peaceful weekend to yourself darling! See you on Sunday evening xxx’.
Reading the note I grin to myself, opening Instagram on my phone to enjoy an evening of morally questionable ‘entertainment’. To put it bluntly, jerking it to internet girls. Scrolling through the reams of images and risque photos on my secret account, I notice a suggested subscription, Helga, a fitness influencer from Sweden. I press it lazily, not expecting much given her relatively normal profile photo. The sight that greets my eyes is a short and cute, positive, gym-bunny type girl with long brown hair to her chest and then I see it, a preposterous ass. This ass, my god.
It’s so large it is garnering tens of thousands of likes per picture and comments from around the world, a veritable ocean of heart eye, peach and purple devil emojis. I’m floored. You should fucking see it, this fat dumper would make most people blush to even be around it. I scroll the photos and immediately groan to myself ‘Hooooly shit’. It’s her in spandex, the material stretching to its limit to cover the monstrous derriere, her in formal dresses which would make grown men cry. Christ, her in jeans, something as simple as fucking jeans, is a sight to behold.
What I’d do to get my hands on that.
After a few more drinks I found myself coming back to her page, oogling every picture that shows her ample backside. Hornier than usual and feeling the effect of the alcohol, I decide to give her name a cursory Google search. Bummer. only reposted images and a few blog and Pinterest posts about workout regimes. Disappointed at the lack of more revealing pictures of her elsewhere, I resign myself to searching various pornsites for other, more explicit things.
Eventually I grow bored of the content and, a few drinks deeper, I feel a bit more uninhibited and start looking at escort pages and sex worker reddit accounts, fantasising about what I would do if I had the guts to pay for it. Amongst the endless scrolling I spot a Reddit user called ‘GoddessCheeks’ and taking a chance on her account, I stare at the first photo on the page; A full face mask obscures her features but her figure is insane, exaggerated hourglass and a enormous ass that is partially censored with a black bar which reads ‘Pay up piggies’.
Intrigued I scroll through her account, her photos mostly teasing men for wanting her but not being able to afford her ‘bitch fees’ or not being able to ‘handle the goods’. She has several rules listed in her bio about attempting to contact her, including a standard £50 fee to message her. She demands that ‘paypigs’ are loyal to her and supply her with anything she wants, on command. In return for their tribute they will receive ‘rewards from their goddess’. Instantly the blood moves from my brain to my dick, I’m intrigued and begin questioning who would send the money. Then I spot it, a single photo near the bottom of her account shows her navel, a small, but distinctive mole just to the left of her bellybutton showing.
Quickly I move back to Instagram and desperately search Helga again, sifting through her photos for anything that shows a bit of navel. I lose hope not finding any photos and find myself dissuaded further by the nature of this teen, she’s sunny, kind and friendly in her posts and doesn’t try too hard to be an ‘insta girl’. Nothing like GoddessCheeks I conclude. I’m about to close the all when I see a video on her page of her weight lifting with her back to the camera, a small croptop hoodie on. She drops the dumbbells and turns and I see it. On her exposed midriff, it’s there, the exact same mole, exact same place. It’s her. No doubt at all.
I feel elated at this clearly secret knowledge. The smiley, friendly gym bunny teen is actually a cruel, money hungry dominatrix. With an ass that could feed a family for a month. I’m hooked already.
By this point I’m on my 5th drink and feeling brave, I open the link in her Reddit bio and enter double the required amount, typing out 1 0 0. Taking a sip I press send from my bank’s confirmation with the note ‘An older admirer’. Opening the Reddit chat box I type out my gambit ‘Hey, I sent you £100 as good faith, can we talk, Miss?’. Send. I laugh at my actions, telling myself that she’d never actually respond and that I’ve essentially just sent some dead account money, stupidly. Getting up I hear a buzz. She’s replied, straight away.
‘Thats Goddess to you, worm’
I blink at the message, she’s so curt. No thanks for the money, no fluff at all. I reply straight away ‘Yes, of course Goddess, sorry’
‘Better, sent double the fee did you? Someone’s keen’
‘Yes…I just need to see that ass’
‘Give me one good reason you should, worm. You don’t make the rules here. I do.’
I’m lost for words. The confidence and cruel streak, not phased by older men at all, I love it.
‘Yes you do Goddess, I’d be honoured to see it’
She ignores my poor attempt for a photo. Of course.
‘You mentioned you were older?’
‘Yes, I’m 54 Goddess’
‘Hahaha a filthy old man perving on my beautiful big teen booty. Typical. I’m young enough to be your daughter, aren’t I bitch.’
‘I know Goddess, I’d kill to see that booty Goddess ?’
‘Of course you would, it’s the best ass you’ve ever seen in your life ? are you married, worm?’
‘Yes Goddess’
‘And…how does she compare?’
‘She can’t compare, Goddess, yours is the best and biggest I’ve ever seen, It’s literally perfect’
‘Kind words bitch, but a girl like me needs cash, not compliments ?’
I inhale sharply before sending the next message.
‘How much and what would I get, Goddess?’
‘Well first things first, a fine of 50 for being rude and asking what you get. Anything I send you is a blessing, understood, bitch?’
‘Yes goddess, I’m so sorry, sending now’
‘Better. I want 200 also. I have to do some shopping tomorrow and it will feel nice to have your money in my purse’
I know it’s wrong, I’m completely enraptured by the arousal that being treated like this by a 19 year old is causing. Rock hard, I send the 250 immediately, frantically tapping at the banking app. A short delay and then she sends back a message.
‘Mmm what a good little boy. No arguing at all! We’re going to get on just fiiiine, my newest piggy. Oh and for your effort here, a little photo ?’
An image file sends to my inbox and I hurry to open it expecting to see those gloriously huge cheeks.
Instead the image opens and shows her bending away from the camera, arm stretched back, giving me the finger with one hand and holding a sign over what would be her giant, panty-clad ass, obscuring all of it. The sign reads ‘Fuck you, paypig’
For some reason I can’t quite understand, this is totally arousing to me and instead of being annoyed at the obvious bait and switch I reply straight away.
‘Thank you goddess, any photo of you is a blessing’
She replies an hour later. It’s torture waiting and checking my phone like a man possessed.
‘Haha you’re truly pathetic aren’t you, we’re gonna have fun’.
‘I’m so happy to serve goddess’
The whiskey is catching up to me fast, I go to type another message but make a mess of the input box, retyping again and again but making mistakes. Eventually I give up and pass out in the sofa soon after. I’ve drunk perhaps a bit too much.
The next morning I wake up, still on the sofa, with a slightly delicate head and the memories of what happened last night flood back, making me think it was maybe just a strange dream. Heading to the kitchen I turn on the coffee machine to help with the sore head. My phone buzzes.
‘You’ve shown you’re an obedient little bitch I guess…Do you want to serve me full time, piggy? You’ll be sending me money, things and clothes when I want them, NO arguing and certainly NO delays. in return I’ll tease you within an inch of your pathetic life with this perfect, tight, perky, teen body.’
Fuck. That was no dream. I quickly rub my eyes and reread it. As the machine whirrs quietly I reply.
‘Oh god yes please Goddess, I’d love to be your servant’
‘Oh yeah? Prove it. Lots of guys are all talk on here, prove to me you’re truly MY bitch’
I’m nervous, where is this going? The coffee machine grinds to a halt. Before I can type out a question she’s replied, reading my mind.
‘My boyfriend is home from travelling next month and I want to surprise him with something sexy, so you’ll be buying me the lingerie for him to fuck me in. And before you ask, no, you will not get to see me in it. At all. No buts. 300. NOW.’
I’m astounded. Buying her lingerie for her man to fuck her in is strangely arousing in a way I can’t quite understand, but it’s clear; I’m rock hard stood in my kitchen. Without replying I bring up my banking app and dial in the numbers, sending it with the note ‘For Goddess to please her man’. A few minutes go by.
‘Hahaha oh my god, you really are pathetic, don’t worry, that’s money well spent on him. Just imagine what he gets to see ?’
Another photo is sent, this time I’m wise to it and expect the worst. It’s her looking down at the camera, giving me the finger again, her teenage face smiling with entitlement, the unmistakable thigh bulge of ass so big you can see it from the front is dominating the lower half of the image. This time the sign she’s holding is small and simply reads ‘Welcome to the pigpen, commence worship’. I thank her profusely. I shower and have coffee, but I’m still horny out of my mind after her treatment of me. I find myself coming back to scrolling through her Instagram again and again.
After a few more minutes I try my luck and message hastily. Somewhat too hastily.
‘I’d pay any amount you name just to kiss your ass, just once, goddess’
I regret my decision immediately, what the fuck did I just send? She’s going to block me for taking it to a physical place with her. Not to mention the act is ridiculous. Seconds go by, minutes, nothing. I’m starting to panic, fearing a block. Then, a buzz and my heart is in my throat.
‘500 per cheek, you filthy fuck.’
Holy shit.
‘Are you serious Goddess?’
‘Did I stutter, worm? I’m doing a workout shoot on Instagram for this new gym in Bristol this afternoon at 2. Come down and meet me there, you can kiss each cheek after I’m done working out. Bet you’d even prefer it sweaty wouldn’t you haha, bring cash ?, you piece of shit.’
I drop the phone on the sofa, stunned. Fuck. Am I actually going to do this?
4 hours later.
A text from my wife ‘Hope your weekend of peace is going well darling! The girls and I are having a splendid time’. I read it sat in my car, engine off. Looking up from my phone I see the the gym building, the brand new glass and steel glinting in the afternoon sun. I move to reply to my wife, making something up about watching old movies, but then a message, it’s from GoddessCheeks. ‘I’m nearly done bitch, 10 minutes. Get your pervert ass in the unisex locker room, stall 5. Get on your knees, wallet in hand and wait for your Goddess.’
Christ. I’m nervous, I’m at a gym pretty far from home meeting a teenager who is young enough to be my daughter to kiss her ass, literally, for money. I check my now bulging wallet, in my nervousness I withdrew 2000, pressing the buttons too fast. Shit. I take a breath and, deciding to ignore my wife’s text for now, get out the car and reply. Ah, fuck it.
‘Yes Goddess.’
Entering the locker room my heart is racing, I’m clearly out of place amongst the variety of fit young people and fashionable backdrop. I walk down the aisles of changing stalls, stopping at number 5. Once inside, shutting the door, I do as I’ve been told and kneel on the cold tile floor, fishing out my wallet and holding in in one hand and waiting. the wait is agonising, it feels like hours, but just as 10 minutes passes the door swings open. A short, brunette teenage-looking girl, dressed in colourful gym gear steps in, shutting the door behind her. Her face is the same as her Instagram pictures, but there’s a difference to it, the usual friendly and approachable looking expression has been replaced with a look of superiorty and a sneering disdain. In a low voice she speaks, the sexy flavour of a slight Swedish lilt in her words.
‘If it isn’t my newest paypiggy.’
She moves forward and grabs my head, pulling it back slowly but with surprising strength, looking over my face and then in the eyes. Her face is loaded with cruelty.
‘Hmm, older than most of my collection of walking wallets’ she notices the wallet in my hand.
‘Oh good, my money, well I’ve got more important places to go and less pathetic people to see, so here you go, you filthy old fuck’ she turns and I audibly gasp. Her ass is gigantic, two giant globes of flesh making up her buttocks, jiggling slightly from the movement, all encased in her Spandex leggings that seem to struggle to contain them. Jesus. It curves out from her body so far that it instantly draws the eye, going out with her in public must be an experience. Her slender toned waist only adds to the size difference. My mouth nearly waters at the sight. She reminds me ‘If you’ve not got the money and you touch my ass, I’ll have you thrown out of here for being a peeping tom and possibly even a fucking pedo, you fucking pervert, got that?’ I reassure her quickly that I have the funds.
‘Good little boy’ she says and pulls down the leggings.
Her bare ass jiggles in the cool air inches from my face. It’s simply glorious, her skin is like smooth white cream, the enormous buttocks jiggling from the movement and glistening slightly from the sweat of her workout. The cleft of her ass and the hole itself is covered with the thin material of her blue leotard underwear, soaked with sweat, which her thick, fat cheeks seem to swallow up completely. Holy fuck. I’m at a loss for words and she’s noticed.
‘This is your new religion, worm’. I just babble, not able to form a sentence due to the mass of teen flesh on display, in my face.
‘I…It’s just…’
‘Its the best, biggest and softest ass in the world and you’re only good for kissing it. Oh and it’s nice and sweaty for you, just did 15k and squats, you don’t deserve it clean or fresh.’
I reach my hands up and she slaps them back.
‘NO fucking hands you piece of shit, I don’t want you touching me, you filthy fuck’
She inches back, the giant cheeks now inches from my face.
‘Smell that sweat yet, bitch?’
I moan and say yes, the smell is a mixture of salty sweat and sweet, girlish smell. It’s beautiful.
‘Open your wallet bitch, 500, in my hand, now.’
I hurridly open my wallet and peel out 10 £50 notes and put them in her perfectly manicured, outstretched hand. She counts it slowly, making me wait and then, seemingly happy with the amount, bends a little more, accentuating her massive cheeks and placing them within 4 inches of my face.
‘Left cheek first, bitch boy. Kiss it’
With a slow and measured movement I plant my lips on the soft, sweat-sheened butt cheek, kissing it with so much passion you’d think I’d just married it. The taste is insane; it’s salty, tangy and sweet all at once. Her skin is like glass it’s that smooth, but so warm. I don’t dare use tongue, afraid of what she might do if it’s not too her liking. I kiss it repeatedly in the same spot, again and again. She speaks in a wicked tone.
‘Now you know who’s boss, pig’ After 10 seconds of kissing the fat, round cheek she pulls it away, making me almost whimper. ‘Another 500, in my hand, now bitch’. The arousal pumping through me and the desire to have my lips back on that godly backside I grab 500 more from my wallet and quickly hand it to her again.
‘Now the right cheek little bitch, kiss it better than you kiss your wife’ she says in a sneering voice, presenting the enormous cheek to me. I plant my lips on the other amazing cheek, tasting her smooth, warm skin again. I kiss it over and over, hearing her snigger at my passion. it’s perfect and I need so much more, maybe if I offer her more money, or, or arrange another meeting like-
‘Times up, that’s all you get, worm’ she laughs, taking her vast cheek away from my lips and pulling her leggings back up, stuffing my money in her bag. ‘Paying to kiss a teenager’s ass in a gym changing room, you fucking old pervert.” she laughs, shaking her head at me. I’m babbling, crashing heavy after the trancendant experience. I plead that I need her ass and that we should arrange something more.
‘Aww, is someone in love with my big, fat booty?’ she coos at me, I nod furiously starting to speak again. She shushes me and leans in close, her hair lightly brushing my shoulders. For a second I think she’s going in for a kiss and I purse my lips, instead she pushes my head back with a single finger and spits directly in my face. ‘Thanks for the grand, asskisser’ she laughs and grabs her bag, immediately leaving, letting the stall door swing wide open and close slowly. I’m left kneeling, harder than granite at the treatment I’ve received. As her footsteps recede I hear her join up with a friend.
‘Who was that in there Helga?’
‘Oh just a fan, but jeez, what a fucking loser’
I hear laughter. I feel shame.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lqw1qy/sweaty_cheeks_secret_f_teen_19_findom_of_older