As the scent of urine filled the air, I stood before my slave, deliberately teasing him with the sight of my bare bottom. My heart raced in anticipation of the delicious act we were about to partake in. I had been playing with him all day, mentally and physically, leaving him hungry for more. It was time for him to taste my offering.
I walked over to the couch where he lay, his eyes following me intently. I hovered above him, my lower half bare and exposed. He could see the glistening beads of my excitement forming at the tip of my wet sex. He licked his lips unconsciously, unable to resist the temptation that was before him.
"Are you hungry for more, my little slave?" I whispered huskily, my voice drawing closer to his ear.
He nodded eagerly, his eyes never leaving my wet pussy. My desire for him was evident in the way it pulsed and throbbed, begging to be taken.
Without another word, I pulled him to his feet and guided him into the bathroom. This was where our next act would take place. Once there, I released him and stood back, my arms crossed over my chest. His eyes darted around uncertainly as he took in his surroundings.
"Do you know what happens next, my dear slave?" I purred, my voice low and sultry.
"Yes, Mistress," he replied, his voice trembling with anticipation.
"Good boy," I praised him before ordering, "Kneel down in front of me."
Obediently, he knelt before me, his gaze locked onto my moist pussy. The anticipation was palpable between us as he wondered what I would do next.
Leaning forward slightly, I positioned the head of his cock at the entrance of my pussy. He groaned as he felt me move against him.
"Are you ready for your reward?" I asked, my voice hushed.
"Yes, Mistress," he whispered, his cock throbbing in anticipation of being sheathed within me.
With that, I lowered myself onto him, taking his entire length inside me. His eyes rolled back in his head as he felt me completely surround him.
"That's it," I moaned, my body moving in a slow, sensual rhythm that had both of us losing ourselves in the moment. With each plunge, he felt me grab onto his pelvis and pull him deeper inside me.
As our passionate coupling reached its climax, I felt the walls of my pussy squeeze around him in a tight, warm grip. I cried out his name as we came together, our bodies shuddering with shared ecstasy.
Panting heavily, I pulled myself off him and stepped away. My sloshed pussy was a tempting sight, coated in our mixed juices.
"Now," I commanded, "Clean me."
His eyes widened in shock, but he knew better than to disobey. He crawled over to me, his tongue darting out to taste the sweet nectar that coated my womanhood. He lapped at me like a hungry dog, cleaning every last drop of our shared essence.
I watched him intently, my heartbeat steadying as I felt the power of having him at my feet. He was mine, body and soul, and I intended to keep him that way.
"Very good, my slave," I praised him once he had finished, admiring the way he had worshipped at my altar. "Now, is there anything else you would like to taste?"
