In a plush, lavishly furnished room, Mistress Anita sat on a high backrest chair, her long legs stretched out before her. She was wearing a short black skirt that accentuated her shapely thighs and the black high heels that extended her already impressive height. Her auburn hair cascaded down her back like molten gold, and her eyes held a twisted glint of amusement and anticipation.
Faith kneeled before her, his gaze fixated on her feet. Sweat broke out on his forehead as he imagined the scent of her feet mixed with the dampness in the air. He took a deep breath through his mouth, savoring the aroma of her scent. "Worship my feet, Faith," she purred, her voice commanding obedience.
Faith leaned forward, pressing his lips against her left foot, feeling the soft wrinkles of her skin as he kissed his way up her leg. He reached her thigh and hesitated; he could feel the heat emanating from her pussy. "Continue, Faith," she commanded, her voice husky with desire. "Service my cock as well. Show me how much you adore me."
Faith's stomach churned with nervous anticipation as he moved his head between her legs. His tongue traced the outline of her pussy lips, tasting the intoxicating nectar that leaked from her most intimate folds. He kissed his way up her thigh, feeling the throbbing vein beneath his lips. "Your beautiful cock," he murmured, his voice trembling with emotion. "I am honored to serve you."
"That's better," she purred, leaning back in her chair. "Now show me how much of a slut you really are."
Faith didn't hesitate. He positioned his head at the apex of her thighs and opened his mouth wide, taking her entire length into his mouth. He moaned around her cock, savoring the taste of her musk and sweat. He could feel her hips moving against his face, grinding into his mouth.
"That's it, Faith," she groaned, her head thrown back. "You're such a good little cocksucker."
Faith licked and sucked, his tongue swirling around her shaft as he worked his way up and down. Sweat dripped down his face, mixing with her essence. He felt her hand brush against his cheek, tracing the outline of his jawline. "You're so eager to please me," she purred. "But there's more to this little game."
She pulled her hips back, much to Faith's disappointment. "Now it's time to worship my ass," she said, standing up. Faith could feel a warm gush of fluid between his thighs. She turned around, presenting her perfect, round behind to him. "Tongue-fuck my asshole, Faith. Show me how much you desire me."
Faith reached out, his tongue tracing the outline of her asshole. He lapped at her like a hungry dog, eager to taste her forbidden fruit. He pushed his tongue inside her, feeling the resistance of her tight sphincter. He probed deeper, feeling the walls of her ass contract around his tongue.
Anita moaned, arching her back. "Yes, that's it," she panted. "You're such a good ass licker."
Faith continued to lap at her ass, lapping up every drop of her juices. He felt her pull him closer, forcing his head against her ass. He could feel her cheeks quake as she pushed out against his tongue.
"Now it's time for a little surprise," Anita purred. "I think you're ready to swallow."
Faith's heart sank into his stomach. He knew what this meant. She pushed him down onto his back, straddling his face. "Group," she moaned, her pussy dripping with her essence. She sank down onto him, her pussy engulfing his face. Faith closed his eyes, steeling himself for what was to come.
Anita slammed down onto his face, her pussy muffling his screams. He felt her warm, sweet juices pooling around his mouth and chin. He opened his eyes, a blend of terror and anticipation in his gaze. He looked up at her, seeing the twisted pleasure in her eyes.
"Drink it all up, Faith," she purred. "And when I tell you, you'll prepare yourself for my diarrhea."
