Buttman Goes to Meanworld #02

**Buttman walks in on pure Goddess chaos.** John Stagliano steps into the MeanWorld studio and freezes. His director Glenn King is already on the floor, completely owned—pinned under the heavy, perfect asses of Lauren Phillips and Cali Sweets. These two dominant Goddesses aren’t shooting a scene. They’re collecting. Berating him. Reminding him he’s failed as their personal bill-pay slave. “You’ve been paying all her bills… You’re supposed to pay *my* bills, take me shopping…” Lauren’s voice drips contempt as she grinds down. “Sounds like you deserve to be punished. Beg me to sit on your face.” Glenn doesn’t hesitate. Face-down, pathetic, desperate: “Please, please, please, Goddess Lauren, please sit on my face… I’m so sorry… Yes, Goddess… I will be a better sub.” She drops that legendary thick ass straight onto his mouth and uses him like furniture. “Is that a comfy seat? This is all you’re worth, you know that, right? That nice big, beautiful butt just using him as the furniture that he is… Can you speak? I don’t want him to speak. When he opens his mouth, he lies.” Cali joins the attack. Now it’s double domination—two elite asses stacking, smothering, trading places, keeping him working overtime. “I think you’re gonna have to work extra to make it up to both of us… Apparently it’s *us*, which means you need to work two times harder… Get on your fucking knees. You’re here to worship us.” While they smother him under feet and cheeks, Glenn gasps out the truth to Buttman between ass-smothered breaths: every Evil Angel check, every dollar, every late DVD delivery—it all goes straight to these Goddesses. They own him completely. “Clean them. Clean it and take it the fuck off… Put my toes in there… Thank us for letting you smell your superior, beautiful feet… We own this loser… Now thank us for sitting on your face, and for taking all your money, and using you for our purposes.” Lauren and Cali keep stacking, trading, smothering. Glenn begs like the broken sub he is: “Please, please, please sit on my face… I love you, Miss Phillips… I love you, Miss Cali… May I please lick this foot? … May I please lick your asshole, Miss Phillips? … It’s the most beautiful asshole in the world… along with Miss Cali’s… John I need more money to give to these girls… They deserve all my money.” The finale is pure hardcore Goddess excess: both asses planted hard on Glenn’s face while they stroke him, laughing, owning every second. “I love resting my ass right on you right now… You love serving us? … That’s right, you should wanna be useful… You have to keep spoiling us. You’re just a pathetic sub.” If you crave Buttman watching his own director get utterly destroyed by double Goddess domination—raw ass worship, relentless facesitting, foot worship, financial ruin, and two thick perfect asses stacking on a helpless mouth until he’s nothing but a seat and a wallet—this is the scene. Lauren Phillips and Cali Sweets don’t just dominate Glenn King. They erase him. And John gets every filthy second.