Post-match celebration

You’re in bliss as you walk back to Valentina’s room with her, your smaller head still wedged between her royal, chocolate-colored buttcheeks as she walks. You drink in the soft warm sensation of her perfumed ass with every step she takes, your face constantly getting grinded between her meaty cheeks. You weren’t sure what to expect when you agreed to become Valentina’s consort, but maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. With the most beautiful ass you’ve ever seen in your face, overwhelming all your senses, how could you complain?

Likewise, Valentina is in a good mood after trouncing the Big Bully, you can tell because of the extra sway in her step, making her ass bounce against you all the more as you can’t help but follow. What’s more, just as you enjoy the feeling of your head getting swallowed by her ass, Valentina relishes the feeling of her ass swallowing the head of a tiny man deliriously pinning for her. Every now and then, she takes her hands and uses them to squeeze her ass around your head more, both of you loving the euphoric sensation.

Sadly, time goes by too fast, and, before you know it, you’re already back at Tina’s room, prompting her to let you go as you both step inside. You give a remorseful look as Tina walks ahead without you, her swarthy booty jiggling deliciously with every step she takes. “Well, my little servant, after such a resounding victory, I’d say celebrations are in order. Fortunately, I saved something for just such an occasion. ” She walks by a small, cushiony sofa with a small table in front of it. She gestures towards it and demands, “have a seat and wait for your Queen while she goes to get ready” before walking off somewhere.

You do as Valentina commands and wait for her while sitting on her sofa. A few minutes later, she walks back out, now wearing a jaw-dropping black negligee that clings tightly to her figure. Clearly she wanted to change into something a little more comfortable to celebrate in. While you gawp at the voluptuous, approaching Queen, you notice she’s holding two empty champagne glasses, which she places on the table next to you. “Care to pour your Queen and yourself a couple of glasses, my little servant,” she asks.

“Uh, sure Valentin--uh, I mean: my Queen. But with what?” Right on cue, Valentina turns around and reveals an extravagant champagne bottle firmly wedged between her massive, clenched butt cheeks! While you give a dumbfounded look, Tina gives a wry smile from over her shoulder, proudly showing off once again the beauty, grace, and strength of her beloved booty.

“Well go on. Take it,” she urges sultrily while shifting her hips back towards you. “Don’t leave your Queen waiting.” You give a small gulp before reaching out to take the bottle. It takes a few tries (Tina doesn’t want to make things too easy for her servant), but you eventually manage to pry the bottle free from her bountiful buttocks. “Well done, my little servant,” Tina praises while gently swaying her hips, making her ass jiggle hypnotically in front of you. You open the bottle and pour a glass for each of you. When you do, Valentina sits down next to you, the sofa creaking upon her impact. Like the chair, you give a little groan as she quickly fills the empty space and then some. While this loveseat can normally hold two people, there’s hardly enough room on it for someone larger than life like Valentina, let alone the addition of a 3 foot man sitting next to her. Her wide hips push you to the edge of the loveseat, pressing you between her and the armrest as you’re given the least amount of space possible. Needless to say, it’s cramped, but, for your Queen, you’re willing to put up with it. You both have a few glasses of champagne, and, despite the odd circumstances that brought you two together, you start to really enjoy yourselves. Maybe Tina isn’t as harsh a person as you thought she was. Deep down, she might even have a sweet side...maybe.

The **** serving to amplify her good mood, it’s not long before Valentina feels the urge to wrap an arm around the side of your head and provocatively pull you closer to her, pressing part of your face against her soft breast, making you blush. She purrs and says, “You know, my tiny consort, you showed an awfully surprising amount of bravado in that last match, coming to the aid of your Queen like that. It was quite the step above my first match with you.” She sensually rubs your head, letting you enjoy her touch as you struggle to come up with something to say.

“W-well, y’know. I couldn’t just stand around and let a cheater like Becky harm someone as wonderful as you.”

“Hmmm, your Queen appreciates that, just as she appreciates the cheers she got from her fans when they saw you doting to her royal booty, no doubt envious of your position. With you around, my star power is liable to go through the roof.”

“Well, I’m, uh, happy to be of help,” you say, more than a little distracted. As you speak, Tina takes your arm and drapes it around her back before placing your hand on her hip.

“That’s good. The Queen always takes special note of her most faithful and useful consorts,” she coos before lowering your hand to the side of her ass, making it sink against her expansive, chocolatey flesh. Your heart starts racing again as you realize this is the first time Tina has let you lay hands on her beautiful butt. “Keep serving me the way you have been, and good things are sure to happen, to us both” she whispers in your ear, giving you shivers.