No rest for the wicked.

Velveteen Queen finally get off of you, your erection failing to subside, as she thinks up a punishment. She grabs your ankles and drags you to the center of the ring. “Filthy pigs like you don’t get to come near my pretty pussy.” Velveteen berates you, “No, I’ve got something else in mind for a pervert like you.” Her verbal **** continues to fill you with lust.

Velveteen Queen slowly and seductively pulls down her trunks and twirls them over her head. She gives the audience a great view of her bare assets before turning towards you. She marches over and points her ass at your head. “I think I’ll take a seat right here.” The Queen ponders aloud before planting her ass on your face. You are once again swallowed up in her ass, ears covered by cheeks, and face deep in her asshole.

“I’m not going to get up until I’m satisfied. Ya hear?” Velveteen Queen demands, “I want it to be spotless down there!” Velveteen leans back, putting more pressure on your head, as you begin to slide your tongue into her asshole. You swirl and swish, you poke and prod, and you glide your tongue all over her anus. Your tongue reaches deep into her rectum, slathering the walls with your saliva. You can barely hear Velveteen moan and coo, making you feel a little proud.

Tears well up in your eyes from the pungent smell that fills your nostrils. You fight through the stink and continue giving Velveteen Queen a thorough rimjob. You can feel her panting as you speed up the pace, her ass cheeks vibrating on the sides of your face. Velveteen is so impressed, she even takes your throbbing cock in hand, and gives you a courteous handjob. Together you each pleasure each other senseless, you eating out her asshole, as she jerks your member melodically.

In unison you both moan loudly, each hitting your climaxes at the same time. Your jizz shoots out and lands on your belly, as a waterfall of cum gushes out of Velveteen’s pussy, splashing your chest with her juices. She lets out a big sigh, feeling completely satisfied with your performance. “Wow! Maybe I oughta keep you around as my personal cushion. Whew!” That’s just about the highest praise you’ve ever received.

Velveteen Queen gets off of you, your face covered in her bodily fluids once again. Your tongue flops out of your mouth as your eyes re-adjust to the bright lights. She rips off your speedo and uses it to wipe her nether region. She tosses it back at you, the speedo landing on your face, and leaves you alone in the ring. Some of the staff help you to your feet and to the back.

As you catch your breath in the locker room, naked and sodden with yours and Velveteen’s juices, the promoter walks in. “Well, you sure know how to lose, don’t ya John?” He says to you. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you enjoyed every second of it. Haha!” He tosses you a towel so you can begin cleaning yourself up. “That match went over so well, we might just have to schedule a rematch. Maybe we should rename you to... John “The Human Chair” Doe? What do you think? No good? Ah, sleep on it.” With that the promoter leaves you to your business. While his nicknames are terrible, his idea of a rematch doesn’t sound too bad.