Billy worships Stacy's ass

"Now stick out that ass", Billy ordered Stacy as he spanked her butt. Stacy obliged, but not before giving her ass a little shake, just to **** him more.

"Ugh...you...", Billy failed to retort back, his imprisoned cock now twitching like a fireman's hose.

Stacy whipped her head around, a menacing grin on her face.

"I can literally feel it...". She flexed her cheeks to make sure Billy followed, adding to his sensitive dick's misery.

"C'mon Billy...weren't you supposed to pay your dues...or did I hear you wrong?...", she continued, a hint of impatience in her voice.

Stacy was **** to get over with whatever Billy had in mind. All she craved for was to get choked on his thick cock.

Billy, on the other hand, had caught the edge in her voice. If he didn't do anything sooner, she'd probably drain his balls within moments.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want her to, though. The sight of her waist, glistening with a light sheen of sweat, a warm tan enhancing every curve of her perfectly sculpted back, sent a rush through Billy’s chest that bordered on madness.

But he wished for more.

Billy slowly slipped his thumbs into her waistband, a mischievous smile creeping onto Stacy's face as he wiggled inside her shorts.

"Honey...you really took your sweet time," she purred, her voice low and husky.

Billy ignored her, too busy pulling down her shorts, rather carefully, so as not to bring her panties down with them. Stacy couldn't help but blush noticing how his eyes were glued to her rear. She was intrigued what his next step would be.

"Like what you see?...", Stacy cooed, knowing well what effect her low-rise thong was having on Billy.

He knelt down, his face inches from her rear. Stacy shivered as his breath fanned her bare skin.

The burden of getting degraded had become overbearing for Billy, something Stacy had begun to notice. His willingness to get stripped without even attempting to undress her was a telltale sign, to begin with.

And here he was now, kneeling behind her, something akin to a watchdog sitting behind his queen.

Such vivid displays of his complete surrender were too much for a coincidence. And what he did next stripped all of her remaining doubts.

Billy inched even closer, his nose almost touching her cleft, and took an audible sniff.

Stacy's breath hitched. She knew exactly what he had done, and she couldn't wait to hear him confirm it.

"B...Billy...did you just sniff...my..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Billy landed a firm kiss on her butt cheek.

"What are you...", her voice trailed off. Her brows furrowed in a mix of shock and disbelief.

The greatest up and coming champion had just kissed her ass.

"Oh my god", she gasped, as the realisation hit in. She clenched her hands into fists, the old shelf creaking in response.

Billy planted a second kiss, this time on the other cheek. He felt the rough texture of her goosebumps against his lips.

"Billy...that's...that's enough...", Stacy stuttered.

Billy was intoxicated by her ripened derriere. The subtle, fetid smell emanating from her panties was a sign of the untamed aroma it was packing inside. He kept pushing his nose into her buttcrack, taking in quick, audible whiffs.

"B...Billy...does it...does it smell bad?", Stacy quivered as she felt his nose pushing into her thong's flimsy fabric.

"Mhmm..." was all she could make out, his growl muffled in her ass.

Suddenly, she felt Billy's fingers slipping inside her panties waistband. She knew where this was going.

"Billy...no...it's dirty down there...", Stacy squeezed her eyes shut with shame as she continued, "...I haven't showered since morning..."

"Ugh...you bitch...", Billy responded with a grunt, her mere words triggering his basic instincts.

The sight of her exposed rear glowing with sweat, her thong pulled half way down and plump buttocks spilling over the waistband had put Billy into a trance.

Without wasting a moment, Billy brought his nose to her exposed crack and inhaled deeply like a man possessed.

The stench was rank, a potent blend of sweat and something primal. Something which made him to continue sniffing like a rabid dog.

"Ugh Billy...at least...let me wipe my ass a little..."

Stacy's plea yet again triggered something feral inside Billy. His dick throbbed painfully, veins bulging beneath its shaft.

He pulled down her nasty thong further, freeing her buns from its tight captivity. The air around it was heavy with a scent that was both off-putting and intoxicating, a strange blend of the familiar and the forbidden.

Without hesitation, he grasped a handful of her firm buttocks with each hand, and spread them apart.

"Oh God...Billy"

It was Stacy's turn to whimper.