Mistress Anita sat on the edge of her black leather sofa, her long, shapely legs crossed as she looked over at her new toilet slave, Faith. He knelt at her feet, his head down in submission, his heart racing with anticipation of what was to come.
Anita was unlike any other woman Faith had ever met. She exuded an air of dominance and control that made him tremble with both fear and excitement. Her firm, round ass cheeks were accentuated by the tight black dress she wore, while her perky tits strained against the fabric of her top. As she reached out to run her long, manicured nails through his short, blonde hair, Faith shivered in anticipation of what else she had in store for him.
"Stand up, toilet slave," Anita commanded, her voice cold and harsh. Faith stood slowly, his knees shaking as he obeyed her every command. As he rose before her, Anita's eyes wandered up and down his naked body, taking in every inch of him with an unsettling gaze.
"You're going to worship my body until I tell you to stop," she growled, her voice low and menacing. Faith nodded his head in agreement, understanding the severe consequences of disobeying her. Anita smiled darkly at his obedience before motioning for him to lie face down on the floor.
As Faith's cheek pressed against the cold, hardwood floor, he could feel the warmth of Anita's pussy rubbing against his lips. She began to grind against him, moaning softly as she felt his lips part slightly beneath hers. "Suck on my pussy, toilet slave," she commanded, her hips moving faster as she felt him begin to suckle her clit.
Faith's nose rubbed against the bush of red hair that surrounded Anita's pussy, filling his senses with her musky scent. He opened his mouth wider, taking more of her pussy into his mouth as he sucked harder on her clit, all while grunting against the effort of keeping himself still under her control.
"Good boy," Anita purred, her voice full of approval. She reached down and began to finger herself, pushing two fingers deep into her soaking wet pussy as she felt Faith's warm tongue work its magic on her clit. With a sudden gasp, Anita arched her back, her body shuddering with pleasure as she came hard on Faith's tongue.
"Swallow my cum, toilet slave," she ordered, pulling her fingers out of her mouth. Faith opened his mouth wide, taking in every drop of her sweet nectar as she continued to grind against his face, her pussy dripping with her own juices.
"Now taste your own filth," she snarled, pushing Faith's head down between her legs so that he could taste his own cum mixed with her juices. Faith whimpered softly, his tongue darting out as he tried to lick away the bitter taste of his own cum mixed with her pussy juices.
Just when Faith thought Anita couldn't possibly torment him any further, she stood up and stepped over him, positioning herself over his face. "Prepare to be used," she growled, leaning down until the tip of her ass was just inches from his face.
Faith's heart raced as he saw the tight brown hole staring back at him. With a sudden thrust, Anita impaled herself on Faith's face, groaning as she felt his warm tongue begin to lap at her asshole. She began to fuck his face, her hips moving up and down as she moaned in pleasure while he struggled to keep up with her rhythm.
As she felt her orgasm building once again, Anita grabbed Faith by the hair and yanked his head back, pulling his face away from her pussy just as she felt her ass tightening around his tongue. With a loud gasp, she grunted hard, filling his mouth with her warm, sticky load.
As she pulled away from him, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, there was a knock at the door. "Come in," Anita called out, her voice calm once again. Her friend walked in, a smirk on her face as she took in the sight of Anita standing over Faith, who was still on his knees, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
"Faith, meet my friend. And no, you may not kiss the ground she walks on," Anita laughed darkly. Her friend looked down at Faith, her eyes narrowing as she grabbed a handful of his blonde hair, pulling his head back until she was able to look into his terrified blue eyes.
"I think I'll have some fun with you too," she purred, her voice as cold as ice. With that, she pulled down her pants and underwear, revealing her shaved pussy to Faith's wide-eyed gaze. As she climbed onto Faith's lap, his hard cock standing straight up between them, she grabbed hold of it with her hand, beginning to stroke it as she positioned herself on top of him.
With one swift motion, she lowered herself onto Faith's cock, impaling herself on his throbbing member as she moaned in pleasure. She began to ride him hard, their hips slapping together as Faith's face turned redder by the second from the effort of keeping up with her rhythm.
Finally, she reached around and grabbed hold of Faith's cock, guiding it towards her ass. With a loud moan, she impaled herself on his cock, her ass smacking against his bare chest as she began to fuck herself on his cock.
As she felt the familiar tightening in her stomach, she pulled away and looked down at Faith, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "You know what time it is, don't you, toilet slave?" she growled, her eyes dark with lust. With that, she leaned down and opened her mouth wide, her tongue darting out as she waited for Faith's hot, sticky load to fill her mouth once more.
