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Dominated By Mean, Nasty Roommates 2
Tyler’s servitude to his narcissistic roommates worsens as Gabby’s ass needs cleaning again.
Tyler sat alone in his room. The taste of not just Jenna, but now Gabby’s vile assholes fresh on his tongue, his lips, and their scent — their overwhelming, putrid, sweaty scent, was smeared across his face. After being forced to practically make out with Jenna’s anus, Gabby had asserted herself, and demanded he worship her in the same manner. So he sat, in utter disarray, in shock, in terror, in disgust. The two girls had left him to go and discuss the new rules for which he would live under, no longer as their roommate, but their slave, their bitch, their living, breathing, sniffing, licking butt cushion. Jenna’s sweat rag, Gabby’s ass wipe. Whatever they wanted. They had enough dirt on him to ruin him for life, even more so now that they’d filmed his demise.
The taste of Jenna’s pre-chewed, spit-filled gum was the only respite from the otherwise brutal taste of unwashed asshole that perforated his palette. A faint hint of bubblegum mint, swirled and masticated in her smug mouth for god knows how long. He could taste her saliva, and it irked him, knowing that it sat deep in his belly now, along with probably a liter of raw ass sweat that he was forced to kiss and lick from their sphincters. He recalled the horror of having to physically place his tongue against the rim of Gabby’s rectum, and lick around it like a Chupa Chup lollipop. It made him wince.
“I can’t believe I had to do that,” he whimpered to himself. “I can’t believe I had to sniff and kiss their assholes!” He almost felt like weeping. His whole life had changed in a heartbeat. From a man living in a somewhat unpleasant rental situation, to a slave whose sole duty in life was to please his stuck-up captors and their degrading whims, just to avoid enduring a worse punishment. It filled him with rage, with horror, with embarrassment. Any chance of him finding a girlfriend, a career, or even a new place to live had pretty much flown out the window the moment Jenna had parked her significant backside upon his unwilling face and made him sniff it.
“Tyler!” Jenna called out. “I don’t hear you doing the chores!”
“S-sorry Jenna!” he replied feebly, “I-I’ll do it now!”
“You had better!” came Gabby’s voice, “Or your tongue and my asshole will be reacquainted for a few hours!”
Jenna continued, “And you’d better start referring to us as your superiors too! No more Jenna, no more Gabby. Try Princess and…”
“Mistress!” concluded Gabby, having picked her own honorific.
“Y-yes Princess, yes Mistress.” he sulked, and got to his feet. So Tyler crawled, as they had demanded he do, to the kitchen and began to clean the monstrous mess Gabby had made the night prior for her stupid, self-serving TikTok. There were plates everywhere, cups and cutlery too, all, strangely, pocked with splashes of what appeared to be chocolate sauce. The floor, too, was covered, and the distinct shape of Gabby’s sauce-covered footprints were all over the tiles.
“What the fuck was she doing here?” he muttered. He could only imagine, having seen Gabby record a few TikTok videos in the past, that she was practically naked, and covering herself in chocolate sauce for some trend or other. Probably whilst singing some new popular song. He could imagine it all running down her body, her dragging her finger through the sauce and licking it off suggestively for the camera. His eyes shot wide, as he remembered that Gabby and Jenna had his phone.
“Oh shit.” The truth of it all was; he hated Jenna, he loathed Gabby, but they were hot. And as a single, 24-year-old male, hot was hot. He followed Gabby on TikTok, he’d seen many of her vids, been aroused by quite a lot of them, and had ‘liked’ many of them. If Gabby spent a few minutes on his phone, she’d be sure to find out, and he’d no doubt be in a far worse position.
“Are you going to clean the kitchen or what, loser?” came Gabby’s voice. Tyler froze. She was right behind him, looming over him like a relentless foreman.
“My thirsty simps loved my chocolate sauce vid,” she stepped forward, her foot squelching through a puddle of chocolate sauce. Tyler watched the brown, sticky fluid surged between her toes and spread out as her foot flattened on the floor.
“So when I tell you to get on all fours and lick the chocolate from my feet, you’d better realize just how lucky you are.”
“Lucky?! How?! It’s fucking rev-”
“Shut it slave,” she snapped her fingers snarkily. “Like I said to you before. I have thousands of followers who’d probably crawl naked through a mile of shattered glass just to sniff a seat I sat on last week. You get to lick my feet. A position of envy for every single one of them.”
“Maybe because they are all depraved losers!”
“Like you can talk,” she smirked. “Remember, we know who you subscribe to on OnlyFans. Glass houses, stones, whatever. Clean my feet, and make it snappy. Jenna wants you in her room in twenty minutes so we can tell you how you’re going to serve us for the rest of your miserable life.”
Gabby sat up on the kitchen bench and wiggled her chocolate covered toes in your face.
“Tell you what,” she smiled menacingly. “You can lick the sauce from my feet, and thank me for it, or I’ll sit in the sauce, and you can slurp it out of my ass crack.”
“You are so fucked in the head.” he dared.
“Maybe,” her grin had progressed from menacing, to outright evil. “But I own you, worm, so you’d better watch your tongue, or I’ll shove it up my ass and keep it there for a week.” Tyler fell silent, and stared at her pale feet. The chocolate dripped from her red-painted toenails like a thick, brown waterfall. The delicate arches of her feet were smeared in the sauce. She teased him with a wiggle of her toes. He knelt down as she sneered at him, and wrapped his lips around her big toe.
“So fucking pathetic.” she cackled.
‘It’s not as bad as her ass.’ he thought to himself. ‘It’s not as bad as her ass’. The chocolate sauce hid the otherwise unpleasant taste of her sweaty feet. Though he did occasionally detect notes of salt and bitterness as his tongue danced between her toes. He winced at the disgusting act, feeling low and pathetic as he obeyed her depraved desires.
She leered at him, watching him eagerly as he, toe by toe, inch by inch, cleaned her left foot with his mouth. Gabby felt regal, and justified. She always held herself as a superior being, even just in the way she talked down to others, and now, her gigantic ego was being stroked by the unwilling Tyler. As he licked, and slobbered over her feet, he could see her smugness growing, her self-righteousness swelling. She lifted her foot out.
“Don’t forget the heel, loser.”
“Yes… Mistress.” he reluctantly groaned. Gabby shivered, as though she’d been waiting all her life for someone to put her on such a high pedestal.
“That sounds so good,” she purred. “I deserve it. I deserve to be better than you. I’m a Queen. Say it. Say it now slave.”
“You’re a Queen.” Tyler replied, with his tongue against the ball of her heel. The bitter taste of sweat was stronger there. It differed from her ass. It was just sweat, pure sweat, not tainted by the general stink of ass.
“And what are you?”
“Gabby, please,” he sighed, and spoke in a grounded tone. “You’ve had your fun. You’ve put me in my place. I’ll do the dishes and the chores and whatever, but I think this is going too far.”
Gabby let out a long sigh, and the amusement drained from her face, to be replaced with contemplation.
“Maybe you’re right,” she withdrew her foot, and looked at Tyler with an expression that he read to be sympathetic. It was short-lived, it turned to malice in a heartbeat. “But I also don’t care. You’re my- our, pathetic, wimpy, fucking loser slave. We own your ass, and you’ll be worshiping mine for the rest of your otherwise pitiful life. Yeah, licking chocolate sauce from my sweaty ass crack is going to be the highlight of your entire existence. I hope that puts everything in perspective for you.”
She slid from the bench, and threw her tights off, leaving only her panties on.
“Please no…” Tyler whimpered, “I’m sorry!” She ignored him, pulled down her panties until they wrapped snugly around her soft, thick thighs. She gathered a handful of chocolate sauce, from the floor, the bench, and her feet, and smeared it teasingly up and down the cleft of her curvy ass.
“Now Tyler,” she continued, shaking the sauce off her fingers, “you are going to crawl on your god-damn hands and knees, and bury your face in my perfect ass. Then you’re going to lick, suck and swallow every ounce of the chocolate in my butt until it’s so clean you can see the reflection of your pathetic face in it.”
“Mistress-”
“Say another word, Tyler, and I’ll fucking sit on your face and waterboard you with my chocolate-sauce asshole. I will choke you out with my butt, and when you wake up, you’ll be in a far worse position than you are now. So cut your losses, accept your new life, and lick my crack like the pathetic puppy you are.”
“Hey Jenna!” she called out. “Change of plan, come out to the kitchen, would you?” Tyler’s other roommate emerged looking as stuck-up as ever, but now, knowing she owned him through and through, she seemed to exude the walk that went with her talk. She was the boss, and now, she had the proof to back it up.
“What have we here?” she snickered, seeing Gabby’s chocolate-covered ass a mere foot from Tyler’s somber face.
“I was just about to feed our slave,” Gabby cackled. “He’s been such a good little loser that I thought I’d reward him. Want to help out?”
“Duh.” Jenna cackled, approaching. “Go on slave, accept your reward.”
Gabby leaned over the kitchen counter and spread her legs wide as though she were waiting for her lover to take her over the bench, but instead, it was Tyler, and he wasn’t taking her in any romantic way. He was cleaning food from her sweaty ass. Jenna stepped over him, her crotch just an inch or two away from the back of his head. Tyler stared at the shapely rear before him. Gabby’s ample cheeks, with the small mole on the bottom left, were coated in rich chocolate sauce that dripped and dribbled almost appetizingly. Her hands clasped her cheeks and pulled them wide apart. Strings of chocolate spread like cobwebs across the widening crevice, and her asshole could only just be seen between thinly spread layers of oozing chocolate sauce.
“Tongue out.” came the command. With Jenna’s hands on his head, he knew he was destined to go face-first into the sweetened ass crack regardless of the status of his tongue, and he wasn’t coming out till it was licked clean. He sobbed briefly, and accepted his fate. His tongue parted his lips, to the approval of Jenna, who gave him a gentle slap on his cheek.
“Want a sample?” Gabby teased, wiping her finger down her crack and collecting sauce on it. Tyler winced. He was certain he’d seen her dip her finger into her chocolate starfish, even if only for a second. Before he could react, that finger was being dragged down his tongue, and rolled about until all his taste buds were sufficiently covered. He spluttered, but tried with all his might to keep his tongue out. The taste of chocolate, as with the feet, covered much of the nasty taste of her backside. But as the sauce began to come clean from her finger, and the bitter, sweaty, ass-tainted taste trickled down his throat, forcing him to swallow, the stronger notes of backside came through with force.
Certain now, of her momentary fingering, the brutal taste of the inside of her asshole blitzed across his tongue and made it curl and shrivel as if he’d just taken a shot of vinegar. Jenna held his head firm as she seemed a second away from pissing herself with laughter. Gabby continued to roll her finger up and down his tongue, making sure each micrometer of it had been scrubbed clean by the abrasion of his taste buds.
“Mm-mm!” Gabby mocked, in a faux-sympathetic tone, “Delicious chocolate. Don’t you like it, slave?” Weakly, and without choice, he nodded yes, though his wincing eyes and upturned nose said otherwise.
“Good, you can have another sample then, before you try the full thing!” Her finger dived back into her crack, and her eyes met his, and made sure he could see, for certain this time, that her finger had dived inside up to the second knuckle. He wondered if his tongue had gone that far when she tortured him earlier. It certainly seemed so. Once again, his senses were aggressively assaulted by the bitter, almost acidic taste of her asshole. The chocolate did almost nothing to hide the flavor, and where earlier, the notes of ass were accompanied by sweat, this was nothing but pure, rotten, sweaty asshole, direct on his tongue.
He physically recoiled, but Jenna held him strong, now clamping her thighs on either side of his head like a vice, and holding the scruff of his hair in one hand, as though he were a well-trained dog showing its obedience and trust in its owner. Her finger slid deep down his tongue until it almost pressed his throat. The flavor was everywhere, and he could do nothing but accept it with watery eyes. She dragged each angle of her finger from top to bottom, and then twisted the tip on his tongue as if dousing a cigarette in an ashtray.
She spoke again, again in her falsely sympathetic voice. “Naww, did you like that? Yeah? Tell me how much you enjoyed the taste, Tyler. Tell me that it was delicious. And don’t bother trying to convince me, I know it’s not true, I just want to see you suffer and say it. So… say it.”
Tyler made no attempt to appease her with false enjoyment. He stared at her with hatred, resentment and disgust, and with wet, red eyes, and a battered, brutalized tongue he spoke with grit teeth. “It was delicious, Mistress. I loved it.”
Gabby’s smile was slick and evil. “Good. Now it’s time for the main course.”
Gabby’s ass loomed before him, and she and Jenna cackled wickedly as her cheeks widened. She slammed them together for a moment, and smeared them together to ‘make sure the chocolate was as rich with ass flavor as possible’. Then she pulled them apart, and there was not a single spot where the pale whiteness of her skin could be seen. That was his mission, whether he accepted it or not — to clean her ass crack with his tongue until it shined.
“In you go,” Jenna purred. “You don’t get to come out until it’s been licked spotless. Understand?” His face was thrust forward. Chocolate from her cheeks covered his face. It was warm, and pungently scented, from her backside, and now it covered him like a mud mask. It pushed itself into his nostrils and filled his sinuses with, not only chocolate, but ripe ass sweat too. Similarly, the thick, sticky-sweet liquid injected itself into his mouth and coated his tongue. At first, he screamed, making nothing but bubbles and a weak moaning noise. The taste was offensive to say the least. The chocolate notes faded quickly in favor of the bitter twang of earthen sweat. The ripe, nauseating taste of her backside, something he’d been forced to endure at point-blank earlier today, was back with a vengeance.
He began to lick, with great difficulty at first. Jenna was pushing him so firm against the slippery, sauce-covered asshole that his entire head might slip inside it. His tongue, pinned against his mouth and her skin, dragged up her crack and touched the southern end of her wrinkled asshole. She laughed wickedly, and her anus pulsed and throbbed in rhythm, as if pecking his tongue with small kisses. Tyler was rapidly realizing that such a sensation against his tongue was perhaps the worst part of all of it.
The thick, syrupy disgusting ass-and-sweat-flavored concoction coated every inch of his mouth, making escape or relief from his new owner’s foul essence impossible. It made his throat close up as if from an allergic reaction, and every mouthful he was forced to swallow made him gag and cough and splutter.
“This is hilarious!” Jenna bellowed, “Look at him whimper!”
“I can feel his tongue on my asshole, it tickles, but it feels so good.” Gabby added, with a slight breathiness in her voice.
It sounded like she was getting off on it, and as soon as that realization hit Tyler, his life somehow became significantly worse. It was one thing to be subjected to this for the sake of his suffering, but it was another thing entirely if his captors were actively deriving pleasure from his pain.
“What are you stopping for, loser?” Gabby snapped. “Stick your tongue up my chocolate-covered asshole right fucking now, or you’ll be eating every meal going forward out of our buttholes.”
Tyler gave in. “Fine!” he whimpered. “Fine, I’ll keep going…” After that, Jenna seemed to relax her hold on him, and mused as he willingly pushed his face between Gabby’s cheeks and began to lick in long, slow, methodical movements. His tongue collected ounces of the thick, sweaty syrup, and although his face scrunched up in disgust, he swallowed each mouthful in silence. The chocolate, however, never seemed to relent. It just kept coming. He’d lick her puckering asshole, hear her soft moans, until he could see the detail in each wrinkle, only for more to drizzle over it in an instant. Each new batch seemed more profoundly disgusting than the last. It was as though he were Sisyphus, but instead of pushing a boulder up a hill, he was licking chocolate from a self-important, narcissistic woman’s pungent asshole.
He withdrew for a moment, to catch a breath, and instead caught Gabby drizzling more chocolate down her crack. He suddenly knew why his task seemed so endless. She just cackled at him, knowing he could do little against her. He shot her a fierce stare, ignoring Jenna’s incessant mocking, and begrudgingly nuzzled his face into her ass again to resume his duty.
“Good boy.” Gabby whispered. Tyler hated that. He hated being praised for simply not fighting her unfairness. He hated her snarky, mocking tone that lacked even a semblance of sincerity.
“Lick my ass. Show me where you belong. Show me how beneath me you are. Drag your literal fucking tongue across my stinky, sweaty, asshole. The ultimate submission. Kiss it. Kiss my asshole. Pretend it’s your girlfriend. Do it now loser, show me how much of a disgusting, depraved piece of shit you are.” Tyler was not a fan of Gabby’s excessive degradation. He felt awful as it was, but now he was being told to show off how pathetic he was in comparison to his magnificent owner.
He did as directed. He couldn’t do anything but. With no restraints, nothing stopping him from running but a threat, he stuck his tongue out and fixated on her asshole. He spun it about, circling it before pressing his lips to it. He’d part his lips a moment, slide his tongue into the tight hole, jostle it slightly, and bring it back — enriching his mouth with the fresh taste of her asshole each time.
“Who knew having a pathetic, worthless grub for a roommate would feel so good.” Gabby purred softly. “Keep going ass licker. And while you do it, tell me how you really feel.” He groaned, and complied.
“I fucking hate you.” Tyler answered between kisses. “You, both of you, are disgusting, narcissistic whores.”
“Keep going. Tell us how much you hate us.” Jenna encouraged. “We won’t punish you, I promise.”
Tyler didn’t care if she kept her word or not. It was oddly cathartic, between kissing her ripe asshole, to unleash.
“You are self-important circle-jerkers. Vain, materialistic, shallow bitches with zero self awareness.” He stuck his tongue up her ass, and swirled it for a moment. “Stupid, feeble and completely cruel and disgusting. You think you can just assert your will on someone because you have a few followers online, and think you’re the hottest shit on Earth. I fucking hate you both. Neither of you will amount to anything in your lives and when my lease is up, or when I find a way out of here, I hope I never see either of you again.”
“Awh, cute,” Gabby purred. “He thinks he’s getting out of here!”
“I mean,” Jenna began, smacking her lips together and staring at him with a quiet rage, “you say all of that — that we’re stupid, and won’t amount to anything, yet here you are sticking your face in our asses and licking our stinky booty holes. We make money just being hot and selling worn panties and socks, and what do you do? Slave away at college so you can slave away at some office job, retire and die? I’m not sure you’re really winning anything, Tyler.”
Tyler was silent. He flushed red, realizing her point, and seemed to almost hide his face in Gabby’s ass, rather than face her after being so strategically dismantled. He felt Jenna kneel beside him, her lips against his ear. Quietly, she whispered.
“You’re a lonely, pathetic loser, with no future, Tyler. People pay us for attention because to other losers, just like you, we are worth it. They spend their days in offices making money for some CEO who doesn’t even know they exist. Then they come home and spend it on us. We don’t pretend to be superior, slave, we are superior. It’s feeble pieces of shit like you who put us on these pedestals. You do it yourself, with your OnlyFans, and don’t forget, we know who you follow on TikTok.” Tyler hid even further in Gabby’s ass. Somehow, her warm, sweaty backside, was comforting in the face of Jenna’s surgical takedown.
“You hate us? Good. We want you to hate us. All we get is endless worship and tributes from men far better than you. You’re hatred of us, your disgust in your duties — it’s delicious, and is so validating.”
“Listen to me when I say this; you are in a lucky position right now. To serve women as high demand, as self-important and vain as us, is a dream for many. It may not be your dream, but then again, we’ve seen your dreams — you spend $80 a month on them. So maybe just take what you can get, huh? Keep licking.”
Tyler did. He licked, and licked, completely dumbstruck by Jenna, who now stood up triumphant. He was speechless.
“Jesus christ Jenna what did you say to him? He’s completely docile now.”
“I just put him in his place.” she smirked.
“Well, now that I have your attention, loser, we’re going to go through your new rules and duties.” Jenna explained, reading from a list of notes on her phone. Tyler sighed, and wiped chocolate from his nostrils, and began to lick the inside of Gabby’s left cheek. The taste of sweat here was far saltier, and mixed with the chocolate it reminded him of salted-caramel, but far, far worse, and much more disgusting. The taste of ass was strong — humidity, sweat, grime, and gunk mixed in with the chocolate to make a foul sort of dessert that he was feeling sick from eating already, for a number of reasons.
“Rule number one; you will call me Princess, and Gabby, Mistress at all times. No exceptions. Failing to do so is a punishable offense. Rule two: every chore in this house is your responsibility. End of story. If you don’t do them, or if you don’t meet our exacting standards — punishment. Rule three, whenever possible, no matter the time or place, if you can, you will offer yourself as a replacement for furniture or objects. If you have nothing to do, and you see Gabby sitting on a couch — you will offer your face as her chair. If I’m working out, you will be my sweat rag. A shoe rack, a foot rest, a table, a chair, a trash can — whatever. You will offer. If you do not, you will be punished. Final rule; you must obey everything we tell you. There are no exceptions. You do not have the right to pick and choose or negotiate. You do everything we want, any time, any place. Say ‘yes Princess’ if you understand.
Tyler shut his eyes and tried to pretend he wasn’t tongue deep in Gabby’s sweaty asshole, listening to Jenna detail how dreary and awful his life will be from now on.
“Yes Princess.”
“Good.”
Jenna cleared her throat, and scrolled down a few pages on her phone.
“Now, in terms of punishments, Gabby and I can and will punish you for whatever reason, however we want. Even if you do an amazing job, we can still punish you. Severity is whatever we feel like.”
“That’s so unfair!” Tyler lamented. “Why would I bother trying then if you’re just going to punish me anyway? I can’t win!”
“You’re a slave, Tyler, you aren’t meant to win, you’re meant to lick the sweat out of my fucking asshole, and thank me for the pleasure.” Gabby cackled, reaching back and stuffing his face inside her crevice.
“Besides,” continued Jenna, “we will know if you don’t try, and if we even think, for a second, that you’re not giving your new duties absolutely everything you’ve got, we will post all these lovely videos of you, and show everyone what you’ve been jerking off to. I want complete and utter submission from you, I want you to anticipate our needs and serve us without us even needing to command you — and through all of it, I never want you to accept it. I never want you to relent in your hatred for us. I want you to despise us, and I will make sure you do.”
Jenna began to list of punishment ideas, “To that effect, some punishments we might inflict, just to make you resent us more, are; taking you out in public and using you as a chair or a footrest. Making you kiss our butts and declare how pathetic you are, again in public. Burying you in our disgusting, sweaty laundry. Using you as a urinal-”
“What the fuck!?” he screamed from inside Gabby’s ass, but she shoved him in deeper to silence him.
“As I was saying,” Jenna resumed. “Using you as a urinal. Renting you to our friends, or even, yours. Making you wear humiliating costumes, eating food that we’ve shoved in our butts, removal of privileges, such as nice food, clothes, and even self-pleasure-”
“What? How? How could you do that?”
Gabby answered, “The thing about being such a highly sought after woman, Tyler, is that you learn just how far a man would go for your attention — even locking their worthless little dicklets up in metal cages for months, even years, and sending us the keys.” Tyler swallowed hard. His cock tried to shrink and hide away in his body.
“Those are just a few examples that we came up with in a short time. Say ‘yes Princess’ and accept these terms, or I will post everything.”
Tyler felt nauseous. Every single punishment Jenna had listed was his own personal hell. He could not imagine being forced to kiss their asses in public, or being turned into their urinal. Suddenly complying and obeying the pair of stuck-up, nauseatingly narcissistic sluts seemed to be the more appealing option.
“Yes Princess.” he answered.
“Good, now finish cleaning your owner’s gross ass crack, you still have chores to do.” Jenna smirked. “I’m going to go prepare a few fun activities for me and Gabby to enjoy, whilst you serve us.” Jenna sauntered away, and Tyler could hear her footfalls receding.
While Tyler licked, he began to feel Gabby shift and shuffle, and suddenly, a semi-frequent movement would bump his chin.
“Finally, she’s gone.” Gabby purred. More moans. It became clear that while Tyler was being forced to drag his tongue across her winking anus, she had begun to finger herself. He tried to refuse, but she held him firm with her free hand.
“Say a word, or even tell Jenna about this, and every single one of those punishments she listed will be enacted upon. I’m not kidding.” He fell silent, and lapped her asshole submissively. The chocolate sauce had long since been cleared up, and he was simply just eating her ass whilst she pleasured herself. She repositioned herself, resting her thighs on his shoulders and sitting back on his face as though he were a barstool. His face nestled into her crack, and his neck craned backward painfully. His arms fell to the floor for support. The smell of ass became intermixed with the scent of her arousal. She breathed raggedly atop him as her cream dripped onto his chin.
“Keep- oh~ oh god.”
Perhaps the worst bit of being party to this particular level of humiliation was that Tyler, who did indeed find Gabby attractive, externally, and had, shamefully, pleasured himself to her thirst traps on TikTok, was finding himself irritatingly aroused. He was only human, and a horny mid-twenties male. A woman as gorgeous as Gabby climaxing on anyone’s face would cause the same dilemma. Though his tongue now ached, and his neck canned badly, he licked as best he could.
He drove his tongue deep into her ass just as she came, and he felt her asshole tighten in waves, as if it were gripping his appendage and refusing to let go. His chin and neck become moist as her climax spilled over onto his body. She panted heavily, and kept her moans silent and breathy. After a moment, she slid off his face, and inspected her ass.
“Clean enough, slave.” she nodded, wiping her finger up her cunt. “Open.” A thick wad of her cream rested on her finger. He pleaded with his eyes, but for what, he wasn’t sure. He opened his mouth, and she slipped her cummy finger into his mouth and made him suck it off.
“Good little bitch.” she purred, wiping the rest from his chin and neck and feeding it to him. “Consider that a reward. You won’t get many.”
Gabby exhaled, and wiped herself down with a tissue. She wiped her pussy, her ass, and the tissue became damp with sweat, gunk, chocolate sauce and cum collected in the fabric, and without a single word, she made Tyler open his mouth, and swallow it. The flavor was unlike anything he’d stomached before. It was foul, pure, and simple, foul. The nauseating texture of the sweaty, gross tissue as it dissipated in his mouth made him feel ill.
“Remember what I said, loser,” she snarled. “If you tell Jenna, I’ll lock up your cock, piss down your throat, and make you eat your lunch out of my asshole in the middle of the mall.”
“Yes, Mistress.” he whimpered.
“Now get back to work.”
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