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A Dimitrescu Family Welcome

Summary:

Warning, this is gross.

Lady Dimitrescu acquires a new "gift" for herself and her three daughters. That gift is you, or more specifically, your tongue, which you are forced to use to clean the unwashed, unwiped ass of her daughters before the big lady herself.

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"Mother, when are you going to show us that gift you promised us?" Daniela whined.

"Yes, we've been waiting so long." chimed Cassandra.

"Patience, girls," Lady Dimitrescu said.

She rips the bag off from over your head. You find yourself in the dimly lit halls of an ornate castle. In front of you stand three pale young women dressed in black, and towering above you is their mother, Lady Dimitrescu, the mistress of the house.

"He looks so perfect, mother!" Bela cooed.

Cassandra drags her tongue across your face. Her warm, rotting breath makes you shudder.

"Mmm, I've never had man-flesh this sweet before! You have to let me get the first taste!"

"You won't be eating this one, girls," Dimitrescu said. "I have something special in mine for him."

She raised her hand in the air and snapped. "Now! Present yourselves so that our new guest can do his job."

You watch as her daughters line up in front of you with their backs turned, hike up their dresses and expose their round, pale asses. Each daughter's rear is slick and yellowed with an accumulated layer of greasy sweat, and each crack splattered with visible filth to varying degrees between the three of them. You could smell them from where you sat shackled to the floor.

"What, don't have anything to say?" Dimitrescu taunted as she loomed over you. "Good. I want you to save that talented tongue for my daughters."

It wasn't long before they started bickering, while the reeking humidity emanating from their asses quickly overtook the cool castle air.

"I should get to go first!" Daniela said. "I haven't had a chance to clean myself for weeks."

"No, it should be me! Look at all this awful filth I've built up! It'll ruin this lovely dress." Bela retorted.

"Let me! I'll be sure to break him so he's nice and pliant for the rest of you." Cassandra hissed.

"I think it's only fair that the youngest get to go first," Dimitrescu said.

"Yes!" Daniela said, her black lips curling into a frenzied grin.

"Now, be sure you show my girls a good time. They've all been on their best behavior." she said with a chuckle. "Remember, a disobedient ass-licker is less useful than a simple piece of paper," she bared her claws. "And torn to pieces just as easily."

"Come on mother, don't make him all tense," Daniela says as she backs up towards you. "I need his tongue nice and limber if he's going to clean all those nooks and crannies." That foul filthy ass draws closer with each second. It both looks and smells like she hasn't wiped for weeks. The earthy odor of sweat and caked-on shit fills your nostrils and makes you feel like your skull is full of lead. Finally, she presses her hand firmly against the back of your skull, and forces you between the rank cheeks from which those smells emerged. You feel the sweat and filth rubbing up against your face, but more than anything else, you smell it. You thought it couldn't possibly get anything worse, but the aroma is far more potent now that your nose is just a few centimeters away from her rancid hole, so close you can feel how eagerly it pulses. You have no intentions of satisfying it though. What you intend as screams become mere whimpers as your supply of air untainted by stench rapidly dwindles, and the sound is further muffled by the greasy cheeks your face is sandwiched within. You push against her hand, but a superhuman strength keeps you firmly locked in place, ensuring that your every breath is afflicted by her wretched ass.