Mistress Anna was always looking for new ways to punish and reward her slaves. Today, she had a special treat planned for her Bull - a double facesitting session with her leggy assistant, Anita. The Bull, Faith, lay flat on the ground, her face pressed against the cool tiles of the floor, eagerly awaiting her turn.
Anna sat over the Bull's face, her plump behind resting comfortably on Faith's nose and mouth. She let out a loud gasp as the air was squeezed out of her lungs; she loved knowing she could make Faith suffer like this. Anna began to move slightly, grinding her hips against Faith's face in a slow, steady rhythm. She reached down between her legs, playing with her wet pussy as she previously instructed Faith to do.
After a few minutes, Anna stood up and gestured for Anita to take her place. The pretty assistant sank down onto Faith's chest, her ample breasts pressed against her body. Like Anna, Anita was wearing sexy panties, which only served to tease Faith further. He felt the warmth of Anita's body against his erection, trapped beneath him, as she placed her hands on her hips and basked in the power of her position.
Anita moved her hips even harder against Faith's trapped cock, chuckling as she watched it twitch helplessly beneath her. She leaned forward, pressing her full breasts into his chest, and took a deep breath before sitting down again. This time, when she stood up, there was a long strings of drool hanging from her lips.
Suddenly, Anna clapped her hands together sharply. "Okay, that's enough of that," she said, standing up and brushing herself off. "Now, Anita, why don't you go ahead and show our fans how well you trained Faith?"
With a sly smile, Anita walked over to the bathtub and sat down, her gorgeous ass aimed straight at the camera. She stuck out her tongue and made a rude face before letting out an enormous fart. The camera zoomed in on her perfect round ass as it twitched and jiggled in reaction to the intestinal gas building up inside her.
"Go ahead and let it all out," Anna encouraged from off-screen.
Slowly at first, then with increasing urgency, Anita began to push. It wasn't long before a cloud of viscous diarrhea exploded from her lower lips, coating her thighs and the sides of the bathtub. She let out a long, satisfied groan as the mess oozed out of her, piling up around her body like a gross but strangely alluring cushion.
Finally, satisfied that she had given her fans a show they wouldn't forget, Anita climbed out of the bathtub and wiped herself off with a towel, chuckling at the sight of Faith, still trapped underneath her weight. "You've been a very good slave today," she purred, giving Faith's trapped cock a final, teasing tug before stepping off of him.
Panting, Faith rolled over onto her back, feeling the aftershocks of the intense facesitting session. She glanced up at Anna and Anita, grateful for their attention but also a bit worried about what they might have in store for her next time. As it turned out, she wouldn't have long to wait before finding out.
