The sunlight poured into Bayonetta’s studio apartment, brightening every corner of the typically drab dungeon-like dwelling. It was an early summer day and all the windows had been opened, the humid air rolling in on a light afternoon breeze. Jim Morrison’s electric voice filled the room as The Doors blared on the living room stereo. Bayonetta face fucked James on the leather sofa, her screams of pleasure piercing through the music. They were both sweating profusely, she in her skin tight leather and James in his latex bondage. The entire room reeked of perspiration, cum and marijuana smoke.

“Yeah… cmon! More tongue! Take me there, slut!” she yelled as she crammed her fully erect cock into his open mouth. James’ head hung off the front side of the sticky couch, his legs leaning up against the back of the seat. Bayonetta held him by the throat, increasing and decreasing the gag factor at her leisure as she speared all 16 inches of her slimy horse dick down his gullet. The blood had long ago gone to James’ head and all he could see was the jerky, upside down motion of her frenzied fucking as her massive sweaty orbs smacked into his eyes and nose repeatedly.

“Like the view, bitch? Is it hot enough for you? Maybe if you did a better job sucking my cock you wouldn’t have to suffer like this for twenty minutes at a time.” She fucked his throat deeply and powerfully, withdrawing only half of her fleshy rod before burying it back in his sloppy mouth. James’ arms stuck to the cum splattered cushions like glue, her recent emissions and the intense heat creating a powerful adhesive as she continued thrusting him into the sticky leather mess. Moans and sucking noises escaped from his lips as the brutal throat fucking went on.

“Ohhhhhhh! OHHHHHHHHHFUCK!!!!”

Bayonetta jammed her enormous penis in to the hilt, holding his head in a death grip against her crotch. With his face mashed firmly into her scrotum James could feel the fat, fleshy bag twitch as shot after shot of thick jizzum fired down her cock and hosed into his throat and stomach. “Yeah! Drink it! DRINK IT!!!”

Halfway through her climax, Bayonetta released his head and pulled out of his mouth with a wet slurp. Sludge-like semen spilled out as he cleared his throat and gasped for air. Rising to her full height she began stroking her cock rapidly, milking out several more webs of cum which rained down on James’ latex suit with soft splats.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh…. yeah…” she purred contentedly, her hand eventually slowing and releasing her spent cock. She turned around and sat on James’ midsection, lounging back with a smile on her face. Her weight crushed him even further into the cum slick couch as she adjusted her body so that her balls hung just above his well fucked mouth. “As soon as you catch your breath, be a dear and clean those off for me.”

He immediately began licking and sucking her bloated nutsack, vacuuming the sweat and semen off her smooth, warm flesh. Bayonetta reached over to the end table and picked up her custom quellazaire, lifting it to her lips and taking a drag of the potent ganga. The inhalation magnified the pleasure she received from her slaves’ tongue and she gazed down at him lovingly. “Mmmmmm… very good slut. Let’s see, I fed you breakfast a couple hours ago, and that was lunch. If you’re lucky, maybe you’ll get dinner straight from the tap as well!” She chortled and took another puff from the opera-length tube before setting it down. Her smile faded into a look of contemplation as she leaned her head back against his legs and stared at the ceiling.

His task complete, James couldn’t help but notice that Bayonetta seemed lost in thought. It wasn’t like her at all to mentally drift off in the middle of one of their sessions. “Mistress, is everything alright?”

“Hmmm? Oh… yes, I’m fine” she stated, suddenly standing up and walking across the room to turn the music down. As she did, James righted himself on the couch, the latex of his suit making an audible sucking noise as it separated from the warm leather. He rolled his head around his neck in circles, stretching his sore muscles and allowing the blood flow to return to normal. Bayonetta turned from the stereo crossing her arms below her plentiful breasts. “It’s just, I’m turning a CERTAIN age very soon and I find it a little unsettling. I know it’s just a number and I shouldn’t care, but…”

“And what age would that be?”

She cocked her head in his direction, glaring coldly. “You should know better than to ever ask a woman THAT question.”

“Sorry Mistress, just curious” he grinned sheepishly.

“Curiosity killed the cat. You would do well to remember that, Cheshire.”

“Cheshire?”

”Yes, that’s my new nickname for you. ‘Slut’, ‘bitch’ and ‘whore’ are perfectly suitable names for a cock sucking, ass worshipping slave, but even when you’re committing the most depraved acts, you’re really quite cute. ‘Cheshire’ is a much better name for an adorable pet, don’t you think?”

“I can’t argue with that” he replied, blushing mildly.

Bayonetta suddenly unfolded her arms, pointing at James with her index finger as she realized something. “Come to think of it… I never did learn when your birthday was. I forgot to check your ID before I put your wallet in storage. When IS your special day?”

“As a matter of fact, my birthday was just a week and a half ago.”

“What? And you didn’t say anything?”

”…you didn’t ask, Mistress.”

“Well this simply won’t do!” she exclaimed, a coy smile spreading across her face as she crossed the room and grabbed him by the chin. “Even naughty slaves deserve a treat on their birthday, and you… you’ve been so very good.”

She released his chin and placed her hands on her hips, thinking for a moment. “Yes, I know just how to resolve this. I will grant you one wish. One wish, as long as it’s a reasonable request and within my power. So, Cheshire, tell me… what does your heart desire?” She grasped her flaccid cock with her leather gloved hands, winking at him and giving it a gentle tug. “Other than this, of course.”

James knew exactly what he wanted, but he wasn’t about to let her know that he’d been waiting for this chance for months. “Anything I want eh? Hmmm…”

“Just, no heads on plates” Bayonetta responded dryly “And you cannot wish to be freed, but that’s a given.”

“Anything…” He put on a convincing act of mulling it over, dragging it out just long enough to belie any suspicion that his idea was not a sudden one. “Alright, I’ve got the perfect wish. I want a date.”

”What?!?”

”You heard me. A date.”

”What kind of date?”

”A normal one. Dinner, maybe a movie; you and me out on the town for a night! Not Mistress and slave, just James and Bayonetta.”

Bayonetta’s eyes sunk, her posture betraying her sudden annoyance and incredulity. “Of all the things you could have…”

”And that’s not the best part! No fetish gear allowed! We both wear formal evening attire.”

She collapsed into the nearest chair, groaning and closing her eyes. “I take it back. You are a very, very naughty slave.”

James chuckled at her reaction, leaning back into the leather sofa and placing his arms behind his head.