Humiliated by Mistresses' Tongues

Femdom threesome FFM, with a male submissive with degradation and humiliation themes, very vivid in descriptions. Name calling and lots of oral, including rimjobs.

The brutal force of the door slamming into the cheap plastic-Wood wall shook the ill kept blinds and they rattled. Mrs.Ashmore walked into Leon’s place spitting pure domination. Her giant heels clicking on the floor pierced the silence. "I brought my friend." She said while pulling up the leather skirt she wore, then she hiked her leg up onto the sofa. Her heels pierced into the couch. She looked completely comfortable, completely in control. "That's Michelle. But you call her Mistress." Leon knew the drill. He'd been bought and paid for to give himself over, to be humiliated, degraded, used, and satisfied by. Mrs. Ashmore watched him on his knees, bent over on the cheap furniture. She didn’t say anything and instead stood up, grabbing Michelle's hand and pulling her forward. Michelle unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She'd been waiting for this for days. "You like to be a good bitch for me, Leon?" asked Mrs. Ashmore. Leon nodded, spreading his knees and leaning over more, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "That's it, good bitch. Now lick my pussy." Mrs. Ashmore lowered herself down onto his face, running her fingers through his hair, gripping tight. She pushed him harder into her cunt. Leon took the hint and started his tongue, licking up and down her labia, pulling her folds apart and getting inside as deeply as he could. Mrs. Ashmore shuddered above him, her grip tightening. "That's it. Eat my pussy, all of it, like a good bitch. Lick it up and beg for me to cum." Michelle watched from the side, taking notes for her portion of the fun. Leon looked up at her from beneath Mrs. Ashmore and could see the look of lust and dominance in her eyes. She'd make him pay before they were through.

Michelle stepped closer, her eyes locked onto Leon's. She could see the submission in his eyes, the desperate need to please. She smiled cruelly, enjoying the power she held over him. "Looks like you're in for a treat, bitch," she said, her voice dripping with mocking sweetness. She began to unbutton her blouse, revealing a lace bra that barely contained her ample breasts. Mrs. Ashmore, grinding against Leon's face, looked over at Michelle. "Make him beg for it, Michelle. Make him earn it." She reached down and grabbed a handful of Leon's hair, pulling his head back, forcing his mouth away from her pussy. His chin was wet. Her thighs glistened. Leon gasped for breath, his eyes watering. "Please, Mistress Michelle," he choked out, his voice hoarse. "Please let me taste you." Michelle laughed, a cold, mocking sound. "Taste me? You think you deserve that, you pathetic little worm? No, you don't get to taste me. Not yet. First, you're going to show me what a good bitch you are." She kicked off her shoes and stepped out of her skirt, standing in front of him in just her bra and panties. "Lick my feet, bitch. Show me how much you want to please me." Leon, desperate to obey, leaned forward, his tongue darting out to lick the arch of her foot. Michelle shivered, a smirk playing on her lips. "Good bitch," she purred, running her fingers through his hair. "Now the other foot. And don't stop until I tell you to." He did as he was told, licking and sucking at her feet, his tongue tracing patterns on her skin. All while Mrs.Ashmore watched him, waiting for her turn.

Michelle let Leon worship her feet, his tongue working diligently, eager to please. She hummed softly, savoring the sensation, her eyes never leaving his. Mrs. Ashmore, meanwhile, slipped off the couch, her heels clicking as she circled Leon like a predator. She stopped behind him, her breath hot on his neck. "Look at you, you pathetic little worm," she cooed, running a nail down his spine. He shivered, goosebumps rising on his skin. "You're such a good bitch, aren't you? Licking her feet like a little puppy." Leon nodded, his tongue never stopping its ministrations. Michelle chuckled, stepping back, her feet glistening with his saliva. "Enough," she commanded, and he looked up, his eyes eager and obedient. She reached down, unhooking her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts sprung free, nipples hard and pointing at him. "Suck," she ordered, grabbing the back of his head and pushing him towards her chest. He latched onto a nipple, sucking greedily, his hands reaching up to grope her other breast. Michelle threw her head back, moaning, her fingers tangling in his hair. Mrs. Ashmore circled around to stand beside Michelle, her eyes locked onto Leon's struggling form. She reached down, grabbing his chin, forcing him to look up at her. "You like that, you little bastard?" she sneered. "You like sucking on her tits like a good little bitch?" Leon nodded, his mouth full, his eyes glazed over with submission. Michelle pushed him away, her nipple popping out of his mouth with a wet sound. "Not so fast, bitch," she said, kicking him lightly in the chest. "You haven't earned it yet. Now, it's time for the real fun to begin." She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, slowly sliding them down, revealing her shaved pussy. Mrs. Ashmore smiled cruelly, her eyes on Leon. "You know what comes next, don't you, bitch?" she asked, her voice a low purr. Leon nodded, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body trembling with anticipation and fear. Mrs. Ashmore reached down, grabbing a handful of his hair, forcing his head down towards Michelle's pussy. "Lick," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for disobedience. "And don't you dare stop until we tell you to."

Michelle's eyes flickered with cruel amusement as she saw the desperation in Leon's eyes. She was enjoying this. "I do love a good rimjob," she purred, turning around and bending over, presenting her ass to Leon. "I want you to lick my ass like a good little bitch. Make it wet. Make it yours." Mrs. Ashmore, keeping a firm grip on Leon's hair, forced his face down towards Michelle's ass. Leon complied, his tongue darting out to lick at her asshole, tentatively at first, then with more enthusiasm as he heard Michelle's soft moans of pleasure. He licked and sucked, his tongue flicking and circling, his mouth eager to please. He watched as Michelle reached between her legs, her fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in slow, teasing circles. Mrs. Ashmore watched, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her eyes filled with lust and dominance. She reached down, grabbing Leon's cock, her fingers wrapping around him tightly. She began to stroke him, her hand moving in time with his tongue, her grip firm and unforgiving. Leon groaned into Michelle's ass, his body trembling with pleasure and humiliation. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening, his cock throbbing in Mrs. Ashmore's hand. He was so close, so damn close. He knew he wasn't allowed to cum without permission. He fought against it, his body straining, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Michelle looked back over her shoulder, her eyes locking onto his. "You like that, you little worm?" she taunted, her fingers moving faster, her breaths coming in soft moans. "You like licking my ass while she jerks you off?" She grinned, her eyes filled with malice. "Cum for us, bitch. Cum like the pathetic little worm you are." The words were like a trigger, sending Leon over the edge. He groaned, his body convulsing as he came, his cum spilling onto the floor, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. Mrs. Ashmore laughed, her hand slowing, milking the last drops from him. The tension in the room was thick, the air heavy with the scent of sex and humiliation. Michelle stood up, turning to face Leon, her eyes filled with lust and cruelty. "That was pathetic, bitch," she sneered, kicking him lightly in the chest. "But it's not over yet." She looked over at Mrs. Ashmore, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "I think it's time for the real fun to begin."

Mrs. Ashmore stepped back, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. "Indeed," she agreed, her eyes never leaving Leon's trembling form. "It's time we up the ante, don't you think?" She looked at Michelle, who nodded, her smirk never fading. Leon, still panting, looked up at them, his body slick with sweat, his cock already starting to soften. His eyes widened in fear as he saw the gleam in their eyes, knowing he was in for more humiliation. "What do you have in mind?" Michelle asked, circling Leon like a predator. She ran a nail down his chest, leaving a red line in her wake. He flinched, his breath hitching. Mrs. Ashmore reached into her purse, pulling out a small vial of lube and a butt plug. She held them up, letting Leon see. His eyes widened, his body tensing. "You're going to wear this for us, bitch," Mrs. Ashmore said, her voice a low purr. "And you're going to thank us for it. Aren't you?" Leon nodded, his mouth dry, his body trembling. He knew better than to disobey. Michelle grabbed the lube from Mrs. Ashmore, squirted some onto her fingers, and rubbed them together, warming it up. She reached down, grabbing Leon's chin, forcing him to look up at her. "Open wide, bitch," she commanded. He obeyed, his mouth opening, his eyes wide with fear and submission. Michelle slipped her lubed fingers into his mouth, coating his tongue and teeth. He groaned, his body shuddering, the taste of the lube filling his mouth. She pulled her fingers out, smirking at him. "Good boy," she cooed, patting his cheek. "Now, it's time for the real fun." She turned him around, pushing him down onto his hands and knees. She kneed apart his legs. He braced himself, his body trembling, his ass presented to them, vulnerable and exposed. Michelle squirted more lube onto the butt plug, rubbing it in, her eyes locked onto Leon's ass. She positioned the plug against his hole, pressing gently. He groaned, his body tensing, as she began to push it in.

Mrs. Ashmore ground her soaking wet pussy against Leon's hungry mouth, her hips moving in a relentless rhythm. She moaned softly, her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling hard enough to make his scalp tingle. "You like that, you little fucking pig? You like eating my cunt?" Leon muffled a yes, his tongue flicking desperately at her clit. He could feel the vibrations of her moans against his face, her juices dripping down his chin. He wanted more, needed more. He reached up, grasping her thighs tightly, his nails digging into her soft flesh. She slapped his hand away, smirking down at him. "You don't get to touch, bitch. You just lick and suck until I tell you to stop." She pushed his face deeper into her pussy, her breath hitching as he obeyed, his tongue working furiously. She looked over at Michelle, who had started to stroke herself, her eyes glued to the spectacle. "See that, Michelle? See how he begs for it? He's such a pathetic little slut." Michelle smiled, her fingers moving faster. "He is. He's going to be so much fun to break in." She stood up, walking over to them. She grabbed Leon's hair, forcing his head back and up, making him gag. "You hear that, Leon? You're going to be our little plaything. Our little fucktoy." She let go of his hair, and Mrs. Ashmore pushed his face back into her pussy. "Keep licking, bitch. You're not done yet." Leon complied, his tongue lapping eagerly at her slit. He could feel his own cock straining against his pants, desperate for release, but he knew better than to ask. He was here to serve, to be used. And he was going to be used hard.