Facesitting Tales #02, Scene #02

Bonnie Rotten paused her assault on Jeremy Conway, the married man pinned beneath her boots. Fishnet stockings stretched across her thighs, her tattoos gleaming under the low light. She had spent the last hour breaking him down, spanking his ass raw with a paddle while he whimpered and begged. Now she wanted more than submission from him. She wanted his wife to see everything. Zoey Monroe knelt on the floor, still dressed in her soft cashmere sweater and tiny skirt. Bonnie yanked Jeremy by the collar and forced him to crawl forward. Zoey’s eyes widened when Bonnie shoved her husband’s face between her ass cheeks and ordered him to tongue her tight hole. He obeyed without hesitation. Bonnie let out a slow, filthy laugh while his tongue worked her rim, her fingers digging into the back of his skull. Next she lifted one heeled foot and pressed the ball of it to his mouth. “Suck,” she told him, and Jeremy’s lips wrapped around her manicured toes, licking them with the same eager desperation he had shown her asshole. Bonnie turned her gaze on Zoey. “You see what he really wants? You want to keep pretending he’s normal?” Zoey’s cheeks burned. Bonnie made her crawl closer, made her watch Jeremy slobber on her feet, made her smell the mix of sweat and leather on the domme’s skin. When Bonnie was satisfied with their humiliation, she ordered them both onto their backs side by side. She wrapped her fingers around Jeremy’s cock—already leaking, useless, twitching in her grip—and began to stroke it with merciless skill. She worked the shaft slowly at first, then faster, never letting him set the rhythm. Each time he got close she slowed down, edging him until he sobbed. Finally she brought him over the edge, watching the ropes of cum spill across his stomach while Zoey watched, wide-eyed. Bonnie wiped her hand on his chest and gave Zoey a crooked smile. “That’s how you reward a worthless husband,” she said. “Now it’s your turn to learn the rules.”