"You want to cum too, don't you bitch?" Sophie said. "But pleasure is only reserved for Mistresses and Dommes. Not sissy whores like you." Sophie looked down at him, grinning evilly, turned on by the lips descending her body and the sight of him kneeling there in sexual servitude and agony. She let her hand fall lightly on the back of Jenny's head as she felt the blonde woman's tongue graze her slick labia. Sophie spread her legs ever so slightly, and thrust her hips forward instinctively.
Jenny tasted her delicately, running her hands up over the lace tops of her stockings, slowly parting Sophie's lips with the tip of her tongue. Dewey sweetness made Jenny's lips sticky almost immediately, and as she drove her tongue deep, she moaned on Sophie's pussy, smiling as she felt her toned thighs tremble under her palms. She slid her hands inward and then back up, cupping Sophie's ass in her hands, increasing the speed and gyration of her tongue, finding a strong powerful rhythm that teased her clit and her labia.
"Yes Jenny," Sophie urged, "just like... that... right... there..."
Jenny moaned on her pussy again, then dragged her right hand down Sophie's ass, positioning two slender fingers at the now slippery opening of her vaginal canal, and drove them deep inside her. She smiled as Sophie's fingers grabbed a fistful of her hair, then, as she finger fucked her deep and hard, she let her tongue drift over her sensitive clit in sensuous figure eights.
Sophie bit her bottom lip and stared at Fisher, feeling the rush of impending orgasm crash through her body in wave after wave of pleasure. Jenny's mouth worked her clit expertly, and her fingers alternately pressed and stroked her g-spot as she fucked her.
Fisher watched as Sophie's hips arched forward and her stomach muscles tensed, every fiber of her body rippling as Jenny lifted her to a powerful orgasm. Sophie's hand gripped both sides of Jenny's head as if it was his, and screamed Jenny's name over and over again. Finally after one last shudder, her hands fell back to the table and she braced herself there, panting softly. Jenny turned to Fisher, her breathing ragged, she laughed at him as his Mistress moaned and shook.
"Too bad..." Sophie said breathlessly, "you're just a pathetic sissy, slut... this... will... never be you cumming... but here, here is a little taste..."
Jenny took his face in her hand, pinching his jaw open, and dragged her still wet fingers across his upper and lower lip, smacking him when he extended his tongue to lick them.
"Let it dry on your lips faggot," she demanded cruelly. "I want your mouth to taste and smell like pussy, until we make it taste and smell like cock."
"Mistressssss, pleeeeease..." was all Fisher could utter.
Sophie laughed. "Don't worry whore, you'll get the cock you're begging for when you've earned it."
"Ten dollars at a time for you cum slut." Jenny said, smacking him again.
"And speaking of cum," Sophie said, "looks like Candi loves her vibrator, don't you Candi?"
"Y.. y...yes Mistress," Fisher answered obediently.
"So what do you think," Jenny asked Sophie as she squeezed the tip of Fisher's leaking cock into the glass, "about a quarter full, should she be a facial queen or cum juggling bimbo?"
"Let her decide," Sophie answered with a malicious grin. "Now ask nicely maid."
Fisher didn't know what to decide, all he wanted to do was beg for release. Sexual energy surged through him, radiating, pulsing. Sophie had never had him so unhinged during role-play before. He didn't know if he would get what he asked for, or the opposite.
"Whatever you... you... desire... Mistress..."
"No, Candi," Sophie said sharply, "not this time, tell me what kind of whore you want to be for us. Right. Now."
"Mistress," he asked, his high pitched voice rattling, "please make me a cum juggling bimbo..."
"Naughty, naughty Candi," Sophie answered with broad smile, "there is plenty of time to make you a cum juggling bimbo tomorrow at the club."
"That's right bitch," Jenny said, "I just told you I want you to taste like your Mistress' pussy, but I guess you already are a bimbo, aren't you faggot?"
"Yes, Domme Jennifer," he admitted.
"Yes what?" she coaxed.
"Yes Domme Jennifer," he repeated, then added, "I'm a bimbo."
"And now," Jenny continued, "you're a bimbo with cum on her face."
Jenny slowly poured the semitransparent liquid on his forehead, across the bridge of his nose, and dripped it over his blush-smeared cheeks. She giggled gleefully, and stepped back to admire her handiwork.
"Smile for your Mistress, sissy maid." Jenny promted.
Fisher managed a soft smile as Sophie pointed her phone at him and snapped pictures.
"So adorable Candi," Sophie said. "You look cute as a facial queen, wonder if everyone else will think so too... and ... sent."
She turned the phone around so Fisher could see the image being sent in the group text message. Tears began forming in the corner of his eyelids.
"Aww, what's the matter sissy bitch?" Sophie teased. "You know you like being humiliated and dominated, don't you?"
Fisher looked up at her, eyes blurry, cock raging between his thighs. Her magnificent body bare before him, save for the stockings and shoes, he never wanted her so badly. He had not expected any of this, and there was no going back afterward. He opened his mouth to speak, but Jenny interrupted him.
"Don't bother answering faggot," she spat, "your pathetically hard, and completely useless, cock is all the answer we need."
"Indeed it is," Sophie laughed. "And seeing as how we know you love it, you won't have a problem cleaning up down here, while I take our guest up to the bedroom, will you maid?"
"N...no, Mistress," he whimpered.
"Good girl," Sophie said, "because I would hate for you to miss out on the two spankings you still have coming."
She and Jenny laughed as they strode hand in hand from the room, leaving Fisher staring after them, kneeling and frustrated as the rumbling in his ass finally ceased. He rose to his feet as they ascended the stairs, cursing to himself as shuddered with every step. Sophie had combined every one of his fantasies, and he was slowly unraveling under her finely honed plan. His thoughts wandered to tomorrow, to what was going on in their bedroom, to any one of a thousand scenarios, and cleaned. He gathered their discarded clothes, the wine and their glasses, shut off the lights, avoiding the reflection of himself in the hd television, but still, his erection barely waned.
Upstairs, Sophie was entwined on the bed with Jenny, both women knowing that the plug in Fisher's ass would prevent him from moving all that quickly. She undid Jenny's bra with ease, kissing down her chest as it fluttered to the bed spread. Sophie, let her hand slip into Jenny's panties as her mouth kissed and licked the underside of one breast. She smiled as Jenny writhed against her, letting her fingers part her warm, wet lips, circling her clit gently.
"I want to fuck you baby," Sophie whispered. "I want to hear you scream my name..."
"I've been waiting to hear that all night," Jenny moaned, "but what about the sissy?"
Sophie bit her nipple, grinning as Jenny inhaled sharply.
"I enjoy making her suffer," Sophie said proudly, "let her watch."
"You're bad," Jenny giggled.
